India is the jewel in the crown, but in the North there's the Bear - the Russians. They'd like nothing more than to pluck the jewel, and of course we the British must defend what is ours. But Serindia, all that land between our border and theirs, is vast, all terrible deserts and mountains, heathen princedoms, hostile tribes, places where a white man - or a black, if he speaks the wrong language and bows to the wrong god - would be shot like a rabbit in a trap if he makes a false step. And that is if he is lucky to die quickly.
[This, her tone suggests, is tremendously exciting.]
Whoever has the best maps, the hearts of the people there, the markets, that is who will have India. The information, not the soldiers. And that is the Great Game. The war of spies.
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Date: 2016-08-18 01:47 am (UTC)[This, her tone suggests, is tremendously exciting.]
Whoever has the best maps, the hearts of the people there, the markets, that is who will have India. The information, not the soldiers. And that is the Great Game. The war of spies.