O Great One! my meager forces will march where you command! If your Lordship wills me to Multan, I shall run to the siege until my feet bleed and have the enemy suffer for every grain of sand that tore through my flesh on the journey! Or I could whip my men to Uch and ensure captain Amin succeeds in taking the city!

But if you believe, O Supreme Sovereign, that my forces would be better used on fresh victims, I could be sent south against the upstart Sindhi who I am sure would be scattered before the dreaded warriors of Ghor you have seen fit to purvey this undeserving servant, or even move into the lands of the foolish Hindi who renounce any lord and master!

I humbly await your wishes Master!