“The soldier in this sculpture has an uncanny resemblance to you.” his hostess told Malcolm
“What would I know of horse riding?” laughed Malcolm.
He looked furtively at the hostess as she moved away, entertaining other guests.
Born Mohammad Faizuddin in 1480, Malcolm was one of Babur’s faithful soldiers in Samarkand. As he lay injured in a war, he was treated with rare plants by a mysterious saint. Malcolm understood the real impact of his ‘treatment’ when he survived any life-threatening disease and recovered after every injury.
Malcolm moved to India, Turkey, Russia and later relocated to England. He loved and hated his timeless immortality. A passionate soldier, he took part in every war, and his latest achievements are world wars I and II. He has been known as Malcolm for the past two centuries.
This short story was written for Alastair’s photo fiction.