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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — VIII. The Eye of Battle (1927)

But the squire lingered, and spoke with flushed face, “My Lord, some say you have fellowship with the magicians of Cathay, and others that the glaive [1] in your hand hath a power beyond human might. Alas, I know not. Yet when the fever was in you the high-born Rusudan tended your hurts. She cherished your life. My Lord, protect her from the Horde.”
As if frightened by his own daring or believing that Hugh might summon up some ally of the realm of darkness, the boy hurried off on his mission.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — VIII. The Eye of Battle (1927)

He sighed and glanced at the crusader idly. Yet with that glance he weighed Hugh in his mind. The strategos was neither lazy nor effeminate, though he looked both. The frontier officer of an empire must be able to judge men, and in this respect Choaspes was not a whit behind Trevisani. The proof of it was that the strategos owed the merchant a great deal of money, but the merchant feared the strategos.
“By all the gods!” Choaspes leaned on the embrasure ledge, allowing Hugh to see that his left hand held no weapon. “A land as barren and hideous as its people.
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