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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“It is certainly strange how since that same brother’s departure matters<br />
have been talked about that had better have been kept secret,” croaked<br />
a third.<br />
“And, stranger still, is how the discover y of these private matters<br />
seems to upset him,” continued another. “If he were not to blame, why<br />
should he care, he looks as if he were gu ilty of something, the<br />
consequences of which he fears. I never saw a man so changed. It all<br />
dates from his brother’s visit here in the summer, too. There is<br />
something distinctly odd about it.”<br />
“Ah, you jackals, you never dare to approach an enemy till you smell<br />
death about him,” the Ameer retorted, angrily. “Get out of my sight,<br />
rogues! Your little-tattling disgusts me. How dare you venture to carry<br />
it on in my ver y presence?”<br />
So they retired in silence, but they knew that the poison that the y had<br />
infused would filter in time, and they were prepared to wait for the<br />
direful results the y knew it would produce.<br />
CHAPTER XXIX<br />
“A KABUL TOWN OF SUN AND DUST”<br />
IT was a strange, new life to Gul Begum, this slaver y in a cit y harem,<br />
after the freedom of her mountain home. Sometimes she thought that<br />
without that awful nightmare of a time she had gone through at<br />
Mohamed Jan’s, which made ever ything else seem easy, she would<br />
never have been able to have stood it. At first she felt stifled, and<br />
longed for a draught of mountain air, or what she called mountain air,<br />
for it is hard, on the plain of Kabul, to realise that one is ne arly 7000