Of whom I was one . ' ` The greater merit . ' ` Merit ! We did not consider it merit in those days . My people , my friends , my brothers fell from me . They said : `` The time of the English is accomplished . Let each strike out a little holding for himself . '' But I had talked with the men of Sobraon , of Chilianwallah , of Moodkee and Ferozeshah . I said : `` Abide a little and the wind turns . There is no blessing in this work . '' In those days I rode seventy miles with an English Memsahib and her babe on my saddle-bow . -LRB- Wow ! That was a horse fit for a man ! -RRB- I placed them in safety , and back came I to my officer -- the one that was not killed of our five . `` Give me work , '' said I , `` for I am an outcast among my own kind , and my cousin 's blood is wet on my sabre . '' `` Be content , '' said he . `` There is great work forward . When this madness is over there is a recompense . '' ' ` Ay , there is a recompense when the madness is over , surely ? ' the lama muttered half to himself .
` They did not hang medals in those XXXXX on all who by accident had heard a gun fired .
Ay Chilianwallah English Ferozeshah Memsahib Moodkee Sobraon days lama saddle-bow