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128 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR destinations; but Gul Begum had recovered something of her queenly gait and carriage. She felt that she was master of her fate. Ten days would restore her to her prison life and her mother, and so, guided by former experiences, she commenced her old game of stupidit y and slatternly untidiness. The elder of the four was soon sent to Jellalabad, to be a servant in the house of the Chief Secretar y’s spiritual leader (he had asked for an elderly woman), and one of the remaining three was superfluous in her present abode. “I can make nothing of that Gul Begum,” the Chief Secretar y’s wife said plaintively. “She’s a great useless hulk. She does nothing but eat and sleep. And is so dirt y and untidy, I do not fanc y anything she has once laid her hands upon.” The Chief Secretary’s house was a well ordered one; each person in it had his or her share of work. Idleness in one member threw extra work on the others. He had but one wife, and was faithful to her. “All right, Jan (m y wife),” he said quietly. “We will send her to the Mir Sahib. I promised him a wife, and though a bad servant, she may make a good wife. Is it not often so? You can send her at once, if you wish. I will make arrangements for her as soon as you have settled with her.” But Gul Begum was not so easily settled with; she would not go to Logman to be any man’s wife, she wished to stay where she was. The lad y was in despair; she would speak to her husb and about it when he came in, she said. “In the meantime Gul Begum was to return to her work. When the subject was broached to him, the Chief Secretar y was rather anno yed; annoyed wit his wife because she could not manage a slave, anno yed with the slave for daring to oppose her mistress; it was most unusual. He sent for her himself, he who never addressed a word to the female slaves, and she came in, prostrating herself at his feet. He had a thick stick in his hand, it was his walking stick, and he was to ying with it. She had not heard of his using it on any one since she had entered his establishment, but he might, why not? Hers was an exceptional case – she was a refractor y slave. “What is the meaning of this, Gul Begum?” he asked sternly. “You will not work, and yet you refuse to leave my establishment when I offer you to be a holy man in honourable marriage.” He rose from the cushion on which he was sitting, and came towards her. The girl shrank back, but he passed her and fetched a piece of paper from a ledge in the
129 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR wall, and, re-seated himself, commenced folding the paper in the usual Persian way, a margin down each side, preparatory to writing. The girl understood; he was going to make out an order or a pass or something – the fatal paper that was to carry her thence to the unknown but already hated husband. Again she flung herself at his feet. “Agha (master), hear me once,” she pleaded softly. He paused. “Well, what have you to say?” “Just this,” she said, still kneeling before him, “Just this, Agha, that I have indeed behaved badly, and have indeed deserved to be sent away. I have made myself dirt y, and stupid, and awkward, but see how big I am, how strong, how capable of work; and ask Shereen there, she is my cousin, I am the cleverest girl in all the Hazara countr y; I can cook and bake, and sew and wash, and do all the work that other women do, and twice as well as they.” “Then why have you been so idle and useless here?” “Agha, I will tell you. I am dirty, and untid y, and slatternly now, as you see me, I do not deny it, but, Agha Sahib, I am the daughter of the Vizier, who is the brother of the chief of the Hazaras, and I was considered the handsomest and smartest girl in all the land. That has, no doubt, made me proud and made it very difficult for me to be a slave; many men have chosen me before you came to the prison, Sahib, but I made some excuse of another, just as I saw I could deceive them, and one after another they all sent me back, some with a beating, some without, I cared but little; what I most dreaded was that some one would make me his slave wife, that is what has been my hourly terror.” “I keep no slave wives,” the Chief Secretary interrupted shortly. “No, Agha, I know you do not, and you take no notice of your slave girls, and never even speak to them.” The girl hung her head. “And that is why I don’t wish to leave you. Oh, Agha, do not send me away, give me one more trial, one little trial more,” and again prostrating herself till her forehead touched the ground, “one week, one day,” she petitioned. The Chief Secretary put the paper down, he seemed half amused, half touched. “Send your mistress here,” he said, “and if she consents to try you, I have no objection to her doing so, but you her slave, not mine, your remaining rests wholly on her good-will and favour. You have done nothing so far to ingratiate yourself with her, but I will speak for you to her. Go.” “She’s a curious girl, that Gul Begum, and she says she is well-born,” the Chief Secretary said, looking up from the paper he was writing. His wife had entered the room timidly some minutes before he addressed
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destinations; but Gul Begum had recovered something of her queenly<br />
gait and carriage. She felt that she was master of her fate. Ten days<br />
would restore her to her prison life and her mother, and so, guided by<br />
former experiences, she commenced her old game of stupidit y and<br />
slatternly untidiness.<br />
The elder of the four was soon sent to Jellalabad, to be a servant in the<br />
house of the Chief Secretar y’s spiritual leader (he had asked for an<br />
elderly woman), and one of the remaining three was superfluous in her<br />
present abode.<br />
“I can make nothing of that Gul Begum,” the Chief Secretar y’s wife<br />
said plaintively. “She’s a great useless hulk. She does nothing but eat<br />
and sleep. And is so dirt y and untidy, I do not fanc y anything she has<br />
once laid her hands upon.”<br />
The Chief Secretary’s house was a well ordered one; each person in it<br />
had his or her share of work. Idleness in one member threw extra work<br />
on the others. He had but one wife, and was faithful to her.<br />
“All right, Jan (m y wife),” he said quietly. “We will send her to the<br />
Mir Sahib. I promised him a wife, and though a bad servant, she may<br />
make a good wife. Is it not often so? You can send her at once, if you<br />
wish. I will make arrangements for her as soon as you have settled with<br />
her.”<br />
But Gul Begum was not so easily settled with; she would not go to<br />
Logman to be any man’s wife, she wished to stay where she was.<br />
The lad y was in despair; she would speak to her husb and about it when<br />
he came in, she said. “In the meantime Gul Begum was to return to her<br />
work.<br />
When the subject was broached to him, the Chief Secretar y was rather<br />
anno yed; annoyed wit his wife because she could not manage a slave,<br />
anno yed with the slave for daring to oppose her mistress; it was most<br />
unusual. He sent for her himself, he who never addressed a word to the<br />
female slaves, and she came in, prostrating herself at his feet.<br />
He had a thick stick in his hand, it was his walking stick, and he was<br />
to ying with it. She had not heard of his using it on any one since she<br />
had entered his establishment, but he might, why not? Hers was an<br />
exceptional case – she was a refractor y slave.<br />
“What is the meaning of this, Gul Begum?” he asked sternly. “You will<br />
not work, and yet you refuse to leave my establishment when I offer<br />
you to be a holy man in honourable marriage.” He rose from the<br />
cushion on which he was sitting, and came towards her. The girl shrank<br />
back, but he passed her and fetched a piece of paper from a ledge in the