“Excellence!”
“Report!” snapped zu Pfeiffer.
“An unknown body of natives attacked and killed the sentry on the eastern gate, Excellence,” came Sergeant Ludwig’s voice from the gloom. “They entered and were repulsed according to instructions. That is all, Excellence.”
“Losses?”
“None other, Excellence.”
“What about the lower guards?”
“I do not know, Excellence.”
“Take a platoon and investigate. We will cover you with the gun.”
“Excellence.”
The mutter of his orders was drowned in the excited jabber of the askaris.