The Lives of a Bengal Lancer Page #2

makes him give away

important military secrets.

The Empire goes smash.

Melodrama, my dear McGregor,

melodrama.

It might not be as funny

as it sounds, Mr. Stone.

I don't suppose

it matters to you,

but my name isn't Stone.

No?

No, it's Forsythe.

Well, then,

that must be Stone there.

That's very good, you know.

That's really very good.

It's almost brilliant.

Stone? I'm McGregor,

sent to meet you.

That's very nice of you.

Stone, meet Mister, uh...

What did you say

your name was?

Forsythe.

Mr. Stone, Mr. Fort.

We met on the train,

and the name is Forsythe.

Too hot for Forsythe.

Fort, Stone. Stone, Fort.

Stone Fort.

And that's funny.

If you two will hold onto each other,

I'll tend to your luggage.

Pleasant chap.

So friendly.

Isn't he?

Just what

I've always imagined

a real officer

on the Frontier would be like.

Well, my mother kept me

in the States

untiI I made her send me

to Sandhurst.

I've knocked about a bit

in the States.

Scotch-Canadian, myself.

What is this I'm in?

The Foreign Legion?

I didn't even think my father knew

I was at Sandhurst,

untiI this happened.

What?

His sending for me

to his regiment.

Oh?

Sort of, carry on

our tradition, you know?

Naim Shah,

your servant, Stone.

Ali Hamdi, yours.

The night watchman,

the water carrier, the sweeper.

You can hire

the rest of them later.

Those things hurt my ears.

That's odd.

They sound to me

like a Scotch bagpipe.

Your quarters, Stone.

Pretty, huh? And soothing.

Thought I might entertain you.

Wild Scotch airs.

Remind you of home.

Your room.

Someone deeded

all this junk

to the South

Kensington Museum?

That junk represents

the personal belongings

of the man you're replacing.

Killed on the border

last month.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, McGregor, did my...

Uh, the Colonel say anything

about what time he'd see me?

No, he didn't. And my guess is

he won't see you till durbar.

Oh.

Don't let that

get you down.

The old- The old man's

a stickler for red tape.

Durbar. Bugles.

And that's an order.

Ramrod.

Durbar.

Oh, a-already?

I'll be right with you.

I want you to help me

to keep them

in good condition.

You keep then shined

and I'II, uh,

keep them dirty.

Durbar.

Whenever you're ready,

sahib.

Thanks,

old ColoniaI.

Durbar, Barrett.

Not today, old boy.

Where to now?

Over the border.

I wish

I'd taken my mother's advice

and joined the church

instead of the Army.

I wish

I had the job.

Does the Colonel think you're

the only one here who talks Pushtu?

Who knows

what the Colonel thinks?

I agree with you there.

Well, good luck.

Thanks, Mac.

Left wheel, turn!

Left wheel, turn!

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