“Well, here we are,” Miller said, “wherever here is.” He looked around him.
“Old Jack said it was Ismailia,” Buller told him and jerked a thumb towards the west. “Arabi is over that way, so we’ll be chasing him soon.”
Miller swore and slapped at the flies that swarmed around him. “The sooner this war is over, the better. I prefer Afghanistan’s spiders to Egypt’s fleas and flies.”
“Two of the seven plagues,” Bullard said. “It will be water turning to blood next, and then the death of all the first born.”
“I haven’t got any first born,” Miller said. “I’d need a wife for that.”
“Plenty bints in the brothels,” Brotheridge said. “Maybe you’ve got half a dozen little bastards in Gondabad.”
“Sarah will say yes,” Bullard said. “You’ve nothing to worry about, boy.”
Miller nodded. “I hope so,
