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133<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
shall be dragged or force in any way, from my house. You understand<br />
me?”<br />
“You did not force her from the prison, did you?” the old man asked,<br />
with a sneer.<br />
“I chose her and she came. I do not say she did not weep. They all wept<br />
loudly, and bewailed their fate, but there was no sort of force used.<br />
And now I come to think of it, I remember that Gul Begum came less<br />
unwillingly than the rest, and that though there was something defiant<br />
in her carriage she walked straight and briskly, and required no<br />
hurrying at all.”<br />
“She fancied you dark skin, perhaps,” the holy man said, sneeringly.<br />
The Chief Secretary was not annoyed at the allusion to his dark skin;<br />
he was a Rajput, and proud of his ancient race and lineage. His skin<br />
was his birthright, had been the birthright of a hundred generations of<br />
his ancestors. He had no cause for shame.<br />
“Some girls like dark men, some fair,” he said, indifferently. “We shall<br />
see which Gul Begum will choose,” and as he spoke he rose. The Mir<br />
rose too.<br />
“Nay,” said the other,” but I will fetch her.”<br />
“That you shall not,” the elder man replied. “We will have fair play.<br />
The girl shall be brought here, and here she shall decide whether she<br />
will sta y with you, to be your slave, your surati – with you, who are<br />
not of her colour, not of her race.”<br />
“Are you then of her race – a <strong>Hazara</strong>?” the Chief Secretar y asked,<br />
amused. He had quite recovered his temper.<br />
The rival candidate paid no heed to the interruption, and continued.<br />
“Or whether she will prefer to be taken in honourable marriage b y me,<br />
who have no other wife, and no child living in the house with me, and<br />
who am, moreover, a man chosen by God as His special servant and an<br />
expounder of His religion, and who devote myself to the service of my<br />
Creator, instead of to the service of a mere earthly king.”<br />
“I quite agree to that,” the Chief Secretary replied; “you shall have<br />
quite fair pla y and ever y chance. Ali Hakimgee, do me a favour,” he<br />
continued, addressing the little man who had left the room at the<br />
commencement of the discussion and who now returned and was<br />
preparing to re-seat himself in the corner.<br />
“Bally ( yes), Sahib; in what way can I be of service to you ?” he said,<br />
straightening his knees and standing to the full of the small height that<br />
Providence had given him.