Tag Archives: Great Game

blog 127: the game is not over yet

The next day, after yet again making sure everything was stable, I returned to the palace. Khan Son # 1 and Wah! In Exile and I selected the only stout part of the fort that was distant enough and strong … Continue reading

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blog 118: ghosts and cons

“Beside the obvious?” I asked. “Ghost. Jaisalmer is being haunted, terrorized really, by a very malevolent bhuta ghost. Everyone believes it has sucked out every bit of iqbad luck Jaisalmer has. That is why everything is going wrong! Iqbad is … Continue reading

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blog 117: dacoits and other criminals of the black cat kind

Captain Llewellyn-Jones put down his tea. “Free the serfs.” Everyone except Khan Son # 1 dropped their collective jaws. “So?” Khan Son # 1 replied. “He will not dare!” I said. The Welshman shrugged as even Sikes gasped in shock. … Continue reading

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blog 116: the secret meeting

I hoped this night would go better. After reviewing the day’s meeting with Son # 2 and rendezvousing with Khan Son # 1 slithered into the bazaar’s agent digs by way of a urine stinking back alley along with Khan … Continue reading

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blog 112: the generic tweed suit

Son # 2, Khan Son # 1, and I headed out to visit the Royal Munshi the next morning — mid morning. Nearly 11:00 in fact, because a court (other than Bikaner) simply does not rise until nearly to noon! … Continue reading

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blog 91: the mess is my fault

The ‘Big Game’ of this version of the Great Game are Indian Princes. Rajputs. I am studying them. I have pictures. Biographies. They will say I am just a feringhee, a British outsider, so why listen? But if Rai Memsahib … Continue reading

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blog 90: the great game does not stop until everyone is dead

Thank the gods my Indian Family is so skilled by now in Regency malarkey and durbar protocols. And they are! Fantastic! I could not possibly do this by myself. This plan. It is playing the Great Game! The Tournament of … Continue reading

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