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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XII. The Will of the Eagle (1927)

Hugh folded his arms on the hand-guard of Durandal, outwardly calm enough, though he was strung to feverish tension within.
“If Subotai Bahadur has given command to put me to death, I can do nothing.”
“I have not given the order.” For a moment the Mongol looked at the crusader without blinking, and men heard again the roar of the falls and the overtones of the echoes. “A devil is in you! Before, in the valley of the Khaukesh, you were like a man hesitating between two roads. Now you are like a rider who grips the saddle and looks far ahead.”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XII. The Will of the Eagle (1927)

Hugh spoke suddenly, pointing his finger at the Mongol, who was working himself into a murderous rage.
“Have you forgotten the order of the Kha Khan?”
Sheer surprize at the interruption kept Subotai silent, though the veins in his temples began to throb.
“The order was that you should go to the western world,” Hugh went on.
“Speak!”
“You have turned your reins to the north.”
“Aye, to avoid the great water, the sea. We can not go upon the sea. I will find the road again, though dust storms rise and magicians make their veils in the air.”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — XII. The Will of the Eagle (1927)

The swift action roused him and put him in a pleasant mood.
“We will ride to the Chersonese, you and I. I will see that long sword at its work. We have been sitting too long like women milking camels.” He stood up and roared an order. “Tugh!”
The standard pole with its nine ox-tails was raised, and his horse led forward. The Mongol drummers, with a desperate glance skyward, sounded the long roll that was the summons for the officers to come to their commands.
“But I will give no more than ten men,” Subotai muttered. “They who are sent with you do not come back.”
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