"Do I indeed speak follies?
I pray your Highness to bethink you that the summer sets its foot upon the plains.

She will go to the hills, Huzoor.

She will go to the hills.
And your people are not fools.

They have cunning to direct their strength.

See, your Highness, is there a regiment in Peshawur whose rifles are safe, guard them howsoever carefully they will?
Every week they are brought over the hills into Chiltistan that we may be ready for the Great Day," and Ahmed Ismail chuckled to himself.