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130 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR her, and without speaking had sat down on a small thick rug in a corner of the room, waiting till she should be noticed by the husband who was so evidently also the master. She would not have dreamt of interrupting him, but now he had opened the conversatio n she did not seem over-pleased. “Yes, they say so,” she replied, “and that the other, the flat-faced one, is her cousin, and daughter of the chief.” “Supposing we give her another trial, and send none of them away for a week or ten days, or it might be wise to keep them for a month or six weeks, till you see which of them is most inclined for work; there will be plent y for them to do presently when you are laid up.” His wife looked down; an Eastern woman is ver y modest in some ways, though in others she is more outspoken than we are. “I should not like any of those women near me,” she said. “No, perhaps not, but if the y do all the housework, it will leave Sardaro and all your usual attendants free to wait on you.” “As you wish,” she said, resignedly. “Nay, as you wish,” he said, “I care neither one wa y nor the other; I am only thinking of your convenience.” “We have the Mir Sahib to consider, “she still objected, “he has seen this girl, and, I think, fancies her.” “Good gracious! What taste,” the Chief Secretar y laughed. He understood that his wife half disliked the girl, and did not want her, but Eastern husbands are not accustomed to have their slightest wishes thwarted; he had never opposed his wife in anything, but then it takes two to make a controversy, and she had ever considered that his slightest wish was law. “I will settle with the Mir,” he said, “send him here to me or stay, it is hot, you shall not have the trouble of drawing down your windows. I will go and speak to him in the saracha” (the outside room, occupied by the men), and he went out. “Mir,” he said, laughing, as he entered the meagrely furnished apartment where several men were sitting cross-legged on the floor talking or writing, but evidently chiefly engaged in waiting, “my slave girl, Gul Begum, objects to become your wife. I cannot force her, what am I to do?” “Objects?” said the Mir, “how can she object? She is a slave.”
131 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR “Then will you take her by force?” the Chief Secretar y said, still laughing. “A fine thing that for a man of your age. How old are you, Mir?” “That is not the questio n,” the old man replied testily; “you have promised me a girl. I have seen her. I fancy her. I shall keep you to your promise.” The Chief Secretary loved a piece of fu n, none better. “She is a handsome girl,” he said, “a beauty according to Hazara taste, but she is very big and strong, and you are rather old, good friend. I would not push the matter too far were I in your place, it might be dangerous.” This constant allusion to his age nettled the old man, who, though some sixt y summers – rather more, perhaps – had come and gone since he first saw da y, was hale and heart y still, and as he rose and angr ily threw his dark blue lungi (a cotton shawl, heavy and strong) across his left shoulder, he seemed to the casual observer to be hardly past his prime. His complexion was fresh, his eyes clear, his carriage excellent, his beard was long and flowing, and d yed a glorious rich black. “You have seen the girl yourself, and doubtless fanc y her,” he said, “I do not blame you there; she is a girl any man might fanc y; but I blame you that your word should prove as smoke, useless vapour, that ever y wind of passion blows in a different direction.” “Nay, sit down,” the young man said, “now I will be serious. Believe me, I fancy the girl not at all; she is dirt y, idle, and generally incapable, but she has thrown herself on my protection, and I have promised her a trial.” “You promised her a trial? How could you such a thing? You had promised her to me.” “But I have lots of other girls, and you shall have your choice. I care for one no more than I do for another. You shall choose one for yourself.” “So I will, and I have chosen Gul Begum.” Again the Mir flung his lungi impatiently over his shoulder, but this time without rising. The Chief Secretar y seemed a little irritable also. There were not six men in all the kingdom from whom such opposition was to have been expected, and this man, who was he? A holy man, no doubt, but a mere village peasant, a dependent partly on his bount y. He sat tapping the floor with his stick for a few minutes, then impatiently called a servant up to speak to him. “Do you see this carpet?” he said, and he gave it a more vigorous tap. “It’s a disgrace to you, and a disgrace to me. It is full of dust. Have it taken out and beaten, and the floor underneath well cleaned, or, hark you, the beating that you should have given to the carpet shall fall on your shoulders.
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131<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“Then will you take her by force?” the Chief Secretar y said, still<br />
laughing. “A fine thing that for a man of your age. How old are you,<br />
Mir?”<br />
“That is not the questio n,” the old man replied testily; “you have<br />
promised me a girl. I have seen her. I fancy her. I shall keep you to<br />
your promise.”<br />
The Chief Secretary loved a piece of fu n, none better. “She is a<br />
handsome girl,” he said, “a beauty according to <strong>Hazara</strong> taste, but she is<br />
very big and strong, and you are rather old, good friend. I would not<br />
push the matter too far were I in your place, it might be dangerous.”<br />
This constant allusion to his age <strong>net</strong>tled the old man, who, though some<br />
sixt y summers – rather more, perhaps – had come and gone since he<br />
first saw da y, was hale and heart y still, and as he rose and angr ily<br />
threw his dark blue lungi (a cotton shawl, heavy and strong) across his<br />
left shoulder, he seemed to the casual observer to be hardly past his<br />
prime. His complexion was fresh, his eyes clear, his carriage excellent,<br />
his beard was long and flowing, and d yed a glorious rich black.<br />
“You have seen the girl yourself, and doubtless fanc y her,” he said, “I<br />
do not blame you there; she is a girl any man might fanc y; but I blame<br />
you that your word should prove as smoke, useless vapour, that ever y<br />
wind of passion blows in a different direction.”<br />
“Nay, sit down,” the young man said, “now I will be serious. Believe<br />
me, I fancy the girl not at all; she is dirt y, idle, and generally<br />
incapable, but she has thrown herself on my protection, and I have<br />
promised her a trial.”<br />
“You promised her a trial? How could you such a thing? You had<br />
promised her to me.”<br />
“But I have lots of other girls, and you shall have your choice. I care<br />
for one no more than I do for another. You shall choose one for<br />
yourself.”<br />
“So I will, and I have chosen Gul Begum.” Again the Mir flung his<br />
lungi impatiently over his shoulder, but this time without rising. The<br />
Chief Secretar y seemed a little irritable also. There were not six men in<br />
all the kingdom from whom such opposition was to have been expected,<br />
and this man, who was he? A holy man, no doubt, but a mere village<br />
peasant, a dependent partly on his bount y.<br />
He sat tapping the floor with his stick for a few minutes, then<br />
impatiently called a servant up to speak to him. “Do you see this<br />
carpet?” he said, and he gave it a more vigorous tap. “It’s a disgrace to<br />
you, and a disgrace to me. It is full of dust. Have it taken out and<br />
beaten, and the floor underneath well cleaned, or, hark you, the beating<br />
that you should have given to the carpet shall fall on your shoulders.