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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XI. The Trail of the Horde (1927)

But the ships are manned by Greeks and Genoese. The other, by the northern passes through the steppes of the Alans and the Kumanians—”
“They are foster brothers of the Mongols,” growled Shotha Kupri. “Aye, and kin to all the devils.”
“We can not open a road, that is clear,” nodded the Orphelian. “We must trust in cunning, like a fox.”
And they turned again hopefully to the patriarch, who sighed and clasped his hands.
“There is no gift but from the Almighty. Pray ye to Him who is greater than the emperor.”
“For the ages of ages,” muttered Shotha Kupri.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XI. The Trail of the Horde (1927)

Though they talked until the most weary let their heads fall in slumber on the table, they could not think of a way to reach Rusudan. Calamity had come upon the Khaukesh—first the Mongols, then the loss of their princess. Unwonted things were happening, and they were troubled.
They were utterly astonished when Avak the shepherd ran into the hall the next day with word that the Horde was moving. But not upon Tphilis. He had watched from the forest across the Kur, and the riders of the Horde had been crossing on the ice, driving the herds of cattle and captured horses.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XI. The Trail of the Horde (1927)

On the following day Mongol patrols advanced as far as the chapel in the firs and scanned the walls of Tphilis. The constable labored ceaselessly and without sleep, and the Georgians doggedly set to work carrying sheaves of arrows to the walls and making ready the cressets for lighting—if the attack should come at night. Not a man from the Kur to the castle keep who would not have given his life to have Rusudan safe among the clans. They knew that if she could be brought back, Shotha Kupri would manage it.
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