1929. The book begins: It was the Road which caused the trouble. It usually is the road. That and a reigning prince who was declared by his uncle secretly to have sold his country to the British, and a half-crazed priest from out beyond the borders of Afghanistan, who sat on a slab of stone by the riverbank and preached a djehad. But above all it was the road-Linforth's road. It came winding down from the passes, over slopes of shale; it was build with wooden galleries along the precipitous sides of cliffs; it snaked treacherously further and further across the rich valley of Chiltistan towards the Hindu Kush, until the people of that valley could endure it no longer. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.