TEN-Kotah-Ki-Serai
The ram looked up from the patch of balding grass where he’d been tethered, blinked his grey eyes at Morgan, shook his head to rid himself of flies and then returned to a sparse feast. Morgan saw how the sun shone off the animal’s freshly oiled, curling horns and that a leather water bottle sling had been fashioned into a collar. The dull brass bell that had been around the creature’s neck at Kotah had now been polished to a bright gleam. He patted the bony head, was acknowledged by nothing more than a flick of the ears, and then turned his attention to the two sentries who had crashed to the ‘present’ outside the three tents that were serving, here at Seepree, as Battalion Headquarters.
‘Carry on, please, lads.’
Morgan returned the salute and the soldiers brought the
