Sharpe

Sharpe:
What do you reckon then, Pat? This Khande Rao can be taken?

Harper:
Well he has a reputation of being a real monster.

Mohan Singh:
[comes up from behind a tent] If he is a monster, Mr. Harper, then he's one of British making.

Sharpe:
How's that, Captain?

Mohan Singh:
The Company have only maintained the peace here, by keeping the princes at each other's throats. Khande Rao's father: he feared his neighbours more than he hated the British. And so it was your country that kept him supplied with arms.

Harper:
That sounds just like the English: getting someone else to do its dirty work!

Mohan Singh:
The son is not the father, however: Khande Rao wants you out of our country; once and for all. It is a view with which I cannot say I do not have some sympathy.

Sharpe:
So why are you fighting with us?

Mohan Singh:
Khande Rao is... a sworn enemy of my blood. And that makes you my enemy's enemy, and therefore, a necessary evil. Good day to you both.

[He leaves]

Harper:
I don't think I like the sound of that. A necessary evil...

Sharpe:
Were we ever been else?

Harper:
Oh. And there was me thinking we were always on the side of the angels.