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14<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
her,” she would say to herself, and smile over her bowl in which the<br />
milk was frothing almost to the brim, “but she was fairer than I, though<br />
not so tall, and she was not a <strong>Hazara</strong>; who was she, I wonder, and<br />
where did she come from? I am glad I am tall; my father says I should<br />
have been a boy. Why was I not a boy? Ah, if I were only a man I<br />
would not stay here in these mountains, at least not altogether. I would<br />
travel. I would go and see those white-faced women; not that I would<br />
pay them homage or wait upon them, certainly not; that would be<br />
unseemly in a <strong>Hazara</strong>, but I would see them and the strange institutions<br />
of their tribe. Those great long vehicles, bigger than a row of twent y<br />
elephants, that move so fast that no horse is swift enough to follow<br />
them. How on earth do they move so fast? What runs faster than a<br />
horse? ‘Vapour, smoke’ her father had said, but there must be a<br />
mistake there, she could not have heard aright, that was, of course,<br />
ridiculous, but he had said something about a long tube from which<br />
smoke ascended. That must be a curious tribe, she would certainly like<br />
to visit them,” but instead, as her milking vessel was full, she rose,<br />
placed it on her head, and walked slowly home. Miriam and her curse<br />
were for the time being quite forgotten; she lived in a dream world of<br />
her own, and the trifling occurrences of her uneventful life had but<br />
little interest for her.<br />
CHAPTER III<br />
GATHERING CLOUDS<br />
THE broad plain below the village tower had turned from a vivid green<br />
to a dull brown; not a camel was to be seen, and only here and there a<br />
few stray donkeys and some goats, which strolled lazily about cropping<br />
off the last green shoots, or nibbling at the sticks, which were all that<br />
was left of the bushes that in the spring had been covered over with<br />
greyish-white leaves and blossoms. The sheep and cattle had been<br />
driven to the higher regions, from which the snow had now completely<br />
melted, and where the grass was still plentiful, for spring had given<br />
place to summer, and the su n had been doing its ver y best for several<br />
weeks to reduce the lower plains into an arid wilderness of stones and<br />
scrub.<br />
Only where the wheat stood ready for the sickle was there any sign of<br />
cultivation, and much of that even had been removed, and the ground<br />
prepared for the crop of Indian corn which a group of labourers was<br />
busy planting. It was a hot, cheerless day, mist y, oppressive.