But his head whirled.

Below him lay the city of Peshawur.

Behind him the plains came to an end, and straight up from them, like cliffs out of the sea, rose the dark hills, brown and grey and veined with white.

Here on this tower of Northern India, the long dreams, dreamed for the first time on the Sussex Downs, and nursed since in every moment of leisure--in Alpine huts in days of storm, in his own quarters at Chatham--had come to their fulfilment.
"I have lived for this work," he said in a low voice which shook ever so little, try as he might to quiet it.

"Ever since I was a boy I have lived for it, and trained myself for it.