Talbot Mundy, King of the Khyber Rifles — Chapter VIII (1916)
“ When that was done, and the mule stood trembling, they all faced the wall. But they were too weary to hold their hands up any more. Thirst had begun to exercise its sway. One of the men was half delirious."Who are ye?" howled a human being, whose voice was so like a wolf's that the words at first had no meaning. He peered over the parapet, a hundred feet above, with his head so swathed in dirty linen that he looked like a bandaged corpse."What will ye? Who comes uninvited into Khinjan?"King bethought him of Yasmini's talisman. He, held it up, and the gold band glinted in the sun. ”
