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130<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
her, and without speaking had sat down on a small thick rug in a corner<br />
of the room, waiting till she should be noticed by the husband who was<br />
so evidently also the master.<br />
She would not have dreamt of interrupting him, but now he had opened<br />
the conversatio n she did not seem over-pleased. “Yes, they say so,” she<br />
replied, “and that the other, the flat-faced one, is her cousin, and<br />
<strong>daughter</strong> of the chief.”<br />
“Supposing we give her another trial, and send none of them away for a<br />
week or ten days, or it might be wise to keep them for a month or six<br />
weeks, till you see which of them is most inclined for work; there will<br />
be plent y for them to do presently when you are laid up.”<br />
His wife looked down; an Eastern woman is ver y modest in some ways,<br />
though in others she is more outspoken than we are.<br />
“I should not like any of those women near me,” she said.<br />
“No, perhaps not, but if the y do all the housework, it will leave<br />
Sardaro and all your usual attendants free to wait on you.”<br />
“As you wish,” she said, resignedly.<br />
“Nay, as you wish,” he said, “I care neither one wa y nor the other; I am<br />
only thinking of your convenience.”<br />
“We have the Mir Sahib to consider, “she still objected, “he has seen<br />
this girl, and, I think, fancies her.”<br />
“Good gracious! What taste,” the Chief Secretar y laughed. He<br />
understood that his wife half disliked the girl, and did not want her,<br />
but Eastern husbands are not accustomed to have their slightest wishes<br />
thwarted; he had never opposed his wife in anything, but then it takes<br />
two to make a controversy, and she had ever considered that his<br />
slightest wish was law.<br />
“I will settle with the Mir,” he said, “send him here to me or stay, it is<br />
hot, you shall not have the trouble of drawing down your windows. I<br />
will go and speak to him in the saracha” (the outside room, occupied<br />
by the men), and he went out.<br />
“Mir,” he said, laughing, as he entered the meagrely furnished<br />
apartment where several men were sitting cross-legged on the floor<br />
talking or writing, but evidently chiefly engaged in waiting, “my slave<br />
girl, Gul Begum, objects to become your wife. I cannot force her, what<br />
am I to do?”<br />
“Objects?” said the Mir, “how can she object? She is a slave.”