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119<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
you go), you will be sent to a Kabul prison. Have you any idea what a<br />
Kabul prison is?”<br />
Gul Begum shivered. She had an idea, only she felt nothing could be<br />
worse than what she had seen and heard in this beautiful garden, and<br />
<strong>Hazara</strong>-like, again she wished to throw off her present burden and let<br />
the future concern itself with the next one when it came. For the<br />
moment she was satisfied to get out of the difficult y in which she then<br />
found herself.<br />
“Bibi,” she said, “I know what must be my fate, because I know what<br />
my fate has been. I know I am beautiful, and I know if once Ferad Shah<br />
sees me I shall be in difficulties. Do not be offended at my suggesting<br />
such a thing, the idea is indeed abhorrent to me: he may for a time<br />
place me even above you. Let me go before such a thing can happen.<br />
Send us to the big garden to work there as I have su ggested.”<br />
“But how about the other women? Your women as well as mine?”<br />
“My women wish to leave with me,” the girl went on, “and as to yours,<br />
tell them that in a long conversation with me you have discovered the<br />
truth about us, and that as a punishment you are going to get rid of us.”<br />
The lad y smiled. “There are many amo ng them who would think that a<br />
strange punishment,” she said.<br />
Gul Begum bent forward and took her hand. “Whatever happens,” she<br />
said, “whether I succeed or fail, I wish to thank you now, before the<br />
immediate future is known to either of us, for the gracious way in<br />
which you have listened to my request. Whatever you may be to others<br />
you have been kind to me, and I am for ever grateful to you. I would<br />
serve you if I could.”<br />
For a moment the horrors of the house, the scene with the slave girl, all<br />
was forgotten. She only felt grateful for the helping hand that was<br />
being stretched out to her in her trouble. It blotted out for the time<br />
being all other details. She was not wise enough to analyse motives,<br />
she did not go for character stud y. Had she done so she would soon<br />
have found that Ferad Shah’s chief wife was a most typical Afghan.<br />
Idle, luxurious, treacherous, capricious, capable of the most unheard of<br />
cruelties, but with certain generous impulses, and possess ed of a<br />
gracious courtly manner when it suited her to assume it; a willingness<br />
to help another so long as it cost her nothing, a willingness, prompted<br />
to no inconsiderable extent, b y her desire to show her position and<br />
influence. Somehow, too, this girl had a power of flattering her. What<br />
she said and did came straight from her heart, any one could see that.<br />
There was nothing in the least artificial about it. Ferad Shah’s wife felt<br />
this, and it pleased her.