Harold Lamb,
Rusudan — V. The Message
(1927)
“ Nevertheless, Georgia was a kingdom and jealous of its liberty. “Ask, in the Chersonese,” he said slowly, and Trevisani sank back in his chair. It was not well to inquire too closely into the secrets of the emperor. “And yet,” resumed the strategos, “here in the Khaukesh a child has done my work for me. The chit Rusudan has fired the blood of these mountaineers. She is old enough to delight in the love of men, and too young to dread the sting of wounds.” Trevisani glanced at his companion shrewdly. ”
