By Harold Lamb
Numerous authors have swept us into the unique east, yet few dependent their stories there. In a time whilst westerners nonetheless spoke publicly approximately “the white man’s burden,” Harold Lamb used to be crafting action-packed tales that includes Arabs, Mongols, and Hindus as heroic, sympathetic, and plausible characters: males of honor and integrity able to lay down their lives for his or her nations and their comrades. Assembled during this quantity are 4 novellas and 3 brief tales gleaned from the paintings of 1 of the best pulp writers. Lamb ultimately received acclaim and awards for his actual ancient examine and was once on a regular basis consulted by way of the kingdom division for his center japanese services, yet earlier than any of that he drafted those exciting stories of adventure. In “The Shield,” Khalil el Khadr reaches storied Constantinople ahead of it truly is besieged through a horde of crusaders. He needs to continue to exist the intrigues of his competitors, pass the invading Franks, rescue the maiden less than his cost, and break out with the city’s most lovely horse. trip to sixteenth-century India with the bright Daril ibn Athir, a talented Arab general practitioner with a pointy wit and a sharper sword that he needs to wield in 3 novellas to maintain schemers and assassins at bay. 3 shorter stories of heroes and maidens from wilderness lands around out this quantity, essential in the event you thrill to stories of daring deeds and bold exploits. (20090306)
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At his shoulder walked the silent lieutenant, the point of his red beard jutting forward and his eyes narrowed. Renault paused to make certain of what the cellar hid-the two rogues shivering against the wall, and Hugh of Bearn standing motionless, unarmed, with bandaged head and tight-clenched hands. "So," quoth Renault, his beard bristling in a grin, "the dead hath come to life. " He waited to hear the southerner beg for mercy, but he waited in vain. Hugh shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "A pity," he said, "that you must strike such a foul blow twice.
SCOTT ODEN In 1959 explorer Wilfred Thesiger wrote that once a man left the deserts of the Middle East he would "have within him the yearning to return ... " * Such a sentiment finds resonance in the life and work of Harold Lamb. We most often remember Lamb as the premiere adventure writer of the Pulp Era, as the creator of such memorable characters as Khlit the Cossack, Kirdy and Ayub, Daril ibn Athir and Khalil el Khadr. Indeed, he was all of this and more. Born in 1892, Harold Albert Lamb was a contemporary of T.
Mailed feet clattered down the stairs as the third soldier hastened to obey. Then there was a crash, a yell of pain, and renewed scuffling. Pied-a-Botte had followed the example of his chum, and Hugh judged by the sounds that the two rogues could hold their own at this hand-fighting on the floor. But Renault was slashing about him methodically-knowing that a man without armor would have no chance at matching cuts in the dark with him. And he glanced ever at the gray square of the stairway. But Hugh had no mind to try a run for it.