Good heavens!  What can your latter-day philosophic person, who weighs every action and believes only in himself, do against an unwearied people with the fear of God in their hearts?  When that day comes, my masters, we shall have a new empire, the Holy Eastern Empire, and this rotten surface civilization of ours will be swept off.  It is always the way.  Men get into the habit of believing that they can settle everything by talk, and fancy themselves the arbiters of the world, and then suddenly the great man arrives, your Caesar or Cromwell, and clears out the talkers.”

“I’ve heard something like that before.  In fact, on occasions I have said it myself.  It’s a pretty idea.  How long do you give this Volkerwanderung to get started?”

“It will not be in our time,” said the man sadly.  “I confess I am rather anxious for it to come off.  Europe is a dull place at present, given up to Jews and old women.  But I am an irreclaimable wanderer, and it is some time since I have been home.  Things may be already changing.”

“Scarcely,” said Lewis.  “And meantime where is this Slav invasion going to begin?  I suppose they will start with us here, before they cross the Channel?”

“Undoubtedly.  But Britain is the least sick of the crew, so she may be left in peace till the confirmed invalids are destroyed.  At the best it will be a difficult work.  Our countrymen, you will permit the name, my friends, have unexpected possibilities in their blood.  And even this India will be a hard nut to crack.  It is assumed that Russia has but to find Britain napping, buy a passage from the more northerly tribes, and sweep down on the Punjab.  I need not tell you how impossible such a land invasion is.  It is my opinion that when the time comes the attack will be by sea from some naval base on the Persian Gulf.  It is a mere matter of time till Persia is the Tsar’s territory, and then they may begin to think about invasion.”

“You think the northern road impossible!  I suppose you ought to know.”

“I do, and I have some reason for my opinion.  I know Afghanistan and Chitral as few Europeans know it.”

“But what about Bardur, and this Kashmir frontier?  I can understand the difficulties of the Khyber, but this Kashmir road looks promising.”

Marker laughed a great, good-humoured, tolerant, incredulous laugh.  “My dear sir, that’s the most utter nonsense.  How are you to bring an army over a rock wall which a chamois hunter could scarcely climb?  An invading army is not a collection of winged fowl.  I grant you Bardur is a good starting-point if it were once reached.  But you might as well think of a Chinese as of a Russian invasion from the north.  It would be a good deal more possible, for there is a road to Yarkand, and respectable passes to the north-east.  But here we are shut off from the Oxus by as difficult a barrier as the Elburz.  Go up and see.  There is some shooting to be had, and you will see for yourself the sort of country between here and Taghati.”