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11<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
little room for conjecture here. And it was all true, of course, not one<br />
of all that eager group had any doubts as to that.<br />
“What’s that story about the Governor of Bamian’s so n, Dilbhar? You<br />
ought to know. You’re in their confidence.”<br />
“No one is in Gul Begum’s confidence,” the girl thus addressed<br />
replied; “she never seems to take much notice of their plans; she’s a<br />
strange girl, as I always tell you. When men come to the house, it isn’t<br />
she who waits on them, or fetches the water. She will take her father<br />
his food and her uncle his, perhaps, but after that, awa y she goes, and<br />
neither her mother nor any one else can dra g her back. The fact is, her<br />
father spoils her.”<br />
“The fact is, she’s flying at other game,” put in one.<br />
“The Governor of Bamian?” questioned another.<br />
“Or perhaps a Kabul prince?” suggested a third.<br />
“God knows,” whispered a girl who was evidently the ce ntre of<br />
attraction, and who must have remained behind after the others had<br />
scattered in the morning, as she alone seemed to have heard what had<br />
passed between the Vizier’s <strong>daughter</strong> and old Miriam. “Whatever it is,<br />
remember the curse, ‘Rejected – a prisoner – a slave.’”<br />
“Ah! That’s it, I see it now; she’s flying too high. What was it you said<br />
about her pride having a fall? Tell us again, Shereen?”<br />
“’Your pride must have a fall. You will have dust to lick, and tears to<br />
dry,’” repeated the girl thus addressed, with more gusto than such<br />
direful words spoken of her cousin would seem to warrant.<br />
“Have you heard anything about her horoscope, Shereen?” asked one<br />
older than the rest, who had not hitherto mingled in the general<br />
conversation.<br />
“Her horoscope? No, that is one of the things I have against my uncle;<br />
he never will have horoscopes made out; he does not believe in them;<br />
and as my father was awa y when I was born, I have no true horoscope<br />
either. My uncle was left in charge of the family, of course, but as he<br />
takes no interest in these things, he had nothing done at the time, and<br />
no one specially marked down the moment of my birth.”<br />
“I thought you had had your horoscope cast,” Dilbhar said<br />
thoughtfully, “and wasn’t there something strange and not altogether<br />
lucky about it?”<br />
Shereen reddened, and seemed put out. “You’re thinking of some idle<br />
tales told long afterwards when the hour and even the exact day of m y<br />
birth had been forgotten; that does not count. What is the good of<br />
bringing up old foundationless gossip that is best forgotten?”