So we journeyed for a whole day and part of a night down the Danube, Tugendheim pointing out to me things I should observe along the route, but grumbling vastly at separation from his regiment.
"You bloody Sikhs!" said he.

"I would rather march with lice--yet what can I do?
I must obey orders.

See that castle!" There were many castles, sahib, at bends and on hilltops overlooking the river.
"They built that," said he, "in the good old days before men ever heard of Sikhs.

Life was worth while in those days, and a man lived a lifetime with his regiment!" "Ah!" said I, choosing not to take offense; for one fool can make trouble that perhaps a thousand wise men can not still.

If he had thought, he must have known that we Sikhs spend a lifetime with our regiments, and therefore know more about such matters than any German reservist.