Talbot Mundy, King of the Khyber Rifles — Chapter XII (1916)
“ There was room on the ledge for his knees and no more. Toes and fingers were overside. He sat down as on horseback, and transferred both slippers to his pockets, and then went forward again with bare feet, waiting whenever the wind snatched at him with redoubled fury, to lean against it and grip the rock with numb fingers. Ismail swung the lamp, for reasons best known to himself, and half-way over King sat astride the ridge again to shout to him to hold it still. But Ismail did not understand him."Khinjan graves are deep!" be howled back. "Fear and the shadow of death are one!" ”
