The Triumph of the Sun (Courtney Family Adventures)
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They've come from out of the shifting sands and down from ancient mountains. Mounted on horse and camel, carrying gleaming swords and plundered rifles, the sons of Allah are led by a holy warrior imbued with jihad, driving his army of thousands to wipe out the last Englishmen from the isolated Nile city...
Along with hundreds of others, British trader and businessman Ryder Courtney is trapped in the capital city of Khartoum. In Khartoum, the fates of a legendary British general, a brilliant, mercenary trader, a beautiful woman and a courageous soldier will become one. They know that time is running out and rescue is improbable. So they prepare for one last stand--and the beginning of an epic journey of survival...
From a passionate rivalry for a woman to an unforgettable face-off between warriors, Wilbur Smith's The Triumph of the Sun is adventure fiction writ large--alive with the sounds of throngs, the terror of battle, and the mystical fire of human courage in the darkest moments of all.
Nile, his eye fell on a copy of The Times of London that lay on the table beside his favourite armchair. He frowned more deeply. And then we have also to take into account the uninformed and sentimental opinions of the sweating masses, so readily manipulated by those petty potentates of the press. He could almost recite the leading article from memory: ‘We know that General Gordon is surrounded by hostile tribes and cut off from communication with Cairo and London. Under these circumstances the
and would be ready to jump into the saddle and ride the moment they were roused. ‘The camels are saddled. The men sleep with their weapons beside them.’ ‘Is there another sentry?’ ‘I did not see one.’ ‘Where is the well?’ ‘They have not been foolish enough to camp beside the water. It is three or four hundred paces in that direction.’ Yakub pointed to the right end of the hidden nullah. ‘So, if there is another man he will be there, watching the water.’ Penrod thought for a few moments,
mount and catch up with Yakub. Then an unexpected stir among the men below made him pause. Quickly he refocused the field-glasses. Two of the aggagiers had run back to the single pack camel and forced it to kneel. They unstrapped some equipment from the animal’s back. One of the Arabs squatted cross-legged with what appeared to be a writing tablet on his lap. He wrote with great concentration and care. The other man took down a small crate from the camel’s load and removed the cotton cover that
Fellata & Gowama people 43. House of Nur Angara 44. Quarters of Homr Arabs 45. Quarters of Kababish and other camel-owning Arabs 46. Quarters of Hamar Arabs 47. Quarters of Habbania Arabs 48. Quarters of Rizighat Arabs 49. Quarters of Kanana Arabs 50. House of Abdulla Wad Ahmed 51. Quarters of Degheim Arabs 52. Quarters of White Nile tribes 53. Quarters of Jaalin Arabs 54. Carpenters’ shops 55. Market courts of justice 56. Scaffolds 57. Salt Market 58. Linen & cloth market 59.
God! This is the first hard intelligence I have had in six weeks. If Wolseley’s steamers have arrived at Korti they should reach Abu Hamed before the end of Ramadan.’ ‘Sir!’ Penrod agreed, though he was not so sure. ‘Go on, man. Go on!’ ‘A trifle difficult here. The ink has run badly. I think it says, “The camel regiments of the Franks are still encamped at the Wells of Gakdul, where they have been now for twenty-eight days.” ’ ‘Twenty-eight days? What on earth does Stewart think he is