They spotted the cavalry patrol, but this time it was British. A dusty young Lieutnenat raised his goggles and peered curiously at the group.
“Lft. Meers, 2nd Punjab Cavalry” said the officer. “Who, the deuce, are you?” Explanations followed, followed by a surprised apology as he realised there were ladies present. The soldiers also had some awareness of the crash of the Glorious Dawn , though all aboard had been assumed dead.
Accompanied by Lft. Meers and a dozen sowars, all mounted on gashsants, the group were finally escorted, to safety, hot baths, and decent food.
“I hope we have curry” said Sebastian.