“Don’t worry if we are delayed,” Major Warde said to him in Urdu. “We might, if there is a party this evening, stay tonight at the camp and the horses will be well looked after.”
The groom bowed and the Major drove off.
The horse was pretty fast and they covered quite a distance before Lord Kenington asked,
“How far is this mountain?”
“It is not really a mountain, but it is remote and at one time inhabited by Holy men who worshipped some peculiar God of their own. They were therefore found a place where no one would interfere with them.”
“Go on,” Lord Kenington urged.
“Well, these Holy men then dug small caves into the mountainside, each one for himself and there were a great number of them. Long after they moved on the caves have remained. Some of them extend some way back into the
