My old school friend Lord Englebert Chumleigh-Forstairs and his lovely wife Sara were visiting me at my bungalow in Simla during the hot season. I was telling Chummy about the hunting thereabouts when Sara noticed a rug on the veranda, where we were taking tea.
"Plumy, that is a lovely rug! Where ever did you get it?"
Good eye for the furnishings, our Sara. "Radu and I did a bit of shopping up country during the cold season. Radu spotted that and thought it would do nicely on the veranda here. Didn't you, Radu?"
Radu, my trusty Gurkha bat-man, was pouring the tea. "Oh indeed sahib. It was very nice of the Faqir to leave it behind for you."
Chummy was putting some jam on his scone and noticed Radu's slight smile. "Indeed? Sounds like there's a story behind it. Who's this chap leaving rugs laying about?"
"The Faqir of Fartibad."
|Pathan left flank|
"The Whosits of Whatsitsbad?" asks Sara.
"The Faqir of Fartibad. Sort of a holy man up the frontier. Just to the left of Pakhora, but if you get to Chiligrit, then you've gone too far and should turn about. Really, Chiligrit is such an unpleasant place one should turn about anyway."
|view from Anglo-Indian left|
|View from Anglo-Indian right|
|tribesman gather around a tower|
|tribesmen in rocks anchor Pathan left flank|
|Imperial advance begins|
|Sikhs go in to clear the flank|
|The Guides charge in the center|
|Highlanders and Gurkhas advance in support|
|wider view of action in the center|
|Hand to hand in the center|
Sara's eyes bugged out at this and she covered her gaping mouth. "Oh dear Plumy! Whatever did you do?"
|Ghazis sortie from fort|
|spot of bother on the left|
|Tribal cavalry counter attack to hold the Pathan left|
|Fighting among the rocks|
|Lancers cover the flank of the guns|
|Highlanders in support|
|Gurkhas and Guides finish off the center|
|Madras Pioneers pile in to support the Sikhs|
|Vicious hand-to-hand among the rocks|
|Blandingshires and Gurkhas clear the village|
|End game from Anglo-Indian right|
|End game from Anglo-Indian left|