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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
hurry of the Chief Secretar y’s important and manifold duties, whatever<br />
was placed before him was given away, heedless of its value, or of<br />
promises made to others not present at the moment, or of what might<br />
have been acceptable in the harem serai (enclosure for women). This<br />
was the one complaint his wife ever had against him – this reckless<br />
carelessness, this generosit y which in reality amounted to squandering,<br />
for she always heard about the things in time.<br />
“Why did you not tell me you liked stone-marten better than any one<br />
fur? I had such a handsome double sheet of skins sent me only last<br />
week, and a piece of embroidered camel-cloth that would just have<br />
made a suitable covering for a cloak. Now I have given it away; the<br />
Hakim has, I think, taken it to his wife or <strong>daughter</strong>, I forget which, she<br />
has had rheumatism,” he said, “and wanted one.”<br />
“Good gracious, sheep-skin would have done well enough for them;<br />
and I have had to send to the bazaar for camel-cloth just lately, you<br />
last year’s coat was so shabb y I have had a new one made for the<br />
Durbar. Why did you not let me see these things before you gave them<br />
to these common greed y people?”<br />
“There are plent y in the bazaar,” he would say, and turn awa y and<br />
laugh. But though there were doubtless plent y of good things in the<br />
bazaar, ‘twas little that the careful housewife allowed herself to buy,<br />
nothing, indeed, that was not necessary to her lord; so she it was who<br />
suffered, and not he, by this recklessness of his. Others, too, besides<br />
the Hakim, carried off the spoil; and sometimes a well-dressed lady<br />
would call in her covered palanquin and take a cup of tea, add sit an<br />
hour or so by the Chief Secretary’s sandali. (a sandali is the charcoal<br />
fire round which the Afghans sit to keep themselves warm in the<br />
winter)<br />
“That’s a fine silk you have on, a good colour, too, for wear, as well as<br />
strong,” the hostess might remark.<br />
“Yes, it is very good,” her guest would reply. “I have had it in wear<br />
now these two winters, and yet it is so good I cannot make up my mind<br />
to part with it, though I am almost ashamed wear the same dress so<br />
long. You husband gave the piece to my father; he intended covering a<br />
posteen (full coat) with it, but you see I begged it from him, and I have<br />
made better use of it than he, men are so careless with their clothes. It<br />
is a pity to let them have good things, don’t you think so?”<br />
“Perhaps,” the gentle lady would reply, with genuine satisfaction,<br />
untinged by the faintest taint of jealousy, “I am glad you got it.”<br />
An Afghan woman under such circumstances as these never dreams of<br />
resenting the fact that she is dressed in calico, while her friend, by her<br />
husband’s bount y, is dressed in silk. That is not her form of weakness.<br />
The Chief Secretary’s wife upon such occasions would hold her head a