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160 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR many blows with a stout stick from his would -be employer, as the reward of his impudence, and no one would have pitied him. Then even out of the trifling sum these wretched labourers earned, there was a certain proportion that went by right of custom to the man who called them from the street corner where they stood waiting to be hired. There was no fighting against that, of course, though it reduced the alread y trifling amount received to a mere pittance. Gul Begum saw much of this, and wished she had had her father by her to talk it over with. Ah, how she missed her father, and how She longed to get news of him! What had become of him that night after he had slipped out of the house and away into the darkness and the storm? Had he indeed escaped? and where was he now? Ah, how she longed to know; and how did he fare? Who baked his bread for him? Who made his tea? her special task; or did he get none at all? When the storm blew bitter blasts straight from the Hindoo Kush, she shivered in her bed, not so much with cold as with fear and grief. She wondered what shelter he had found, her beloved father, how his clothes were wearing, whether he had his sheepskins with him, and his gaiters that she had made, and ever y trifling detail that in so many cases occupies the whole of a woman’s thought. In summer, to this free-born girl, matters were even worse. The su n streamed down on the white mud, the mud that formed the roof, the mud that formed the walls of the house, the mud in the quadrangle, and scorched it through and through. Soon every green leaf dried up, and was covered with a thick coating of dust, and ever ything in the cit y became of one dead grey colour. The water in the canal that ran through the quadrangle got low, and there was ver y considerable difficult y in getting water for even the most necessar y purposes. The Chief Secretar y hired a special man who was supposed to go down to the river twice a day and fill the mussacks (skin water vessels), but there was no one to see that he either went or returned punctually. The master himself was at Durbar all day with his head servant, who waited on him and did his most important messages, so there was no one at all to see that the men at home did their work. As far as possible, therefore, it was left undone, and the women confined within the four walls of the harem were the people who suffered. A dozen times a day Gul Begum would go down to the old door-keeper with her complaints. “For God’s sake tell that man to hurry up with the water. We have not a drop to wash the cooking vessels in even, and if it is not here soon, it won’t have had time to settle before Agha wants his drinking water.” “Give him some sherbet then,” the old man would answer, with a smile. “He won’t be able to tell whether that’s thick or clear, when the cyrup is in it, and he’ll like it all the better.”
161 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR “Don’t talk nonsense, Kopje (a Kabuli word for Derwan, doorkeeper), Agha is not a child that I can tell him whether he is to take water or sherbet when he comes in. don’t be so unreasonable, but hurry up that man.” “What is the name of wonder does it matter to you whether the vessels are washed up, and whether Agha gets his drinking water clear or not? If the water-carrier does not bring it in time, it’s he that will get the stick, not you. Why should you care?” This was a Kabul form of reasoning that Gul Begum could hardly understand. She had been too short a time a slave to realise that most slaves only work to avoid blows. Although his wife had nominally managed her father’s house, it had been his daughter who had to a great extent regulated the larger and more important matters connected with his property, and more especially with regard to the animals, the milk, butter, ghee, and wool, the spinning and the sending of the yarn down to the weaver’s who turned it into cloth, both fine and coarse. Gul Begum’s had been a wild but a full life, and by no means devoid of keen interest. It seemed impossible to her to live without some responsibility. The more immediate interests of her own family having been wrested from her, she sought occupation for her active mind in her new surroundings, and made them her business, but it was almost impossible to meet the difficulties that cropped up at ever y corner. It was easy enough to report the Kopje to her master for want of activit y in the pursuit of the water-carrier, but it was a dangerous thing to make an enem y of the only communication these imprisoned women had with the outer world, so often Gul Begum would have to retire discomfited and wait; but once when the water had been standing outside waiting for some time, the door-keeper too lazy to bring it in, her indignation overcame her p rudence. “Look here, old wretch,” she said, “I hear from Selima that her husband sa ys the water has been standing outside for an hour or more. What do you mean by such laziness? I shall report you to Agha now without fail. You understand me?” and she did. The old man was ver y wroth, and determined she should suffer in a thousand petty ways for her zeal, but Gul Begum was not easily cowed. Now she had once put her foot down she did not mean to lift it up again without a struggle, and if the Hazara slave had occasio nally to suffer for her enthusiasm in her master’s cause, she found it paid her in the long run. It was not much the master said, but a rupee cut off his wages for his carelessness, and a threat that he would be dismissed from his exceedingly easy post, brought him to his senses, and made him dread the girl who, in his opinion, took so much, too much, upon herself.
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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
many blows with a stout stick from his would -be employer, as the<br />
reward of his impudence, and no one would have pitied him. Then even<br />
out of the trifling sum these wretched labourers earned, there was a<br />
certain proportion that went by right of custom to the man who called<br />
them from the street corner where they stood waiting to be hired. There<br />
was no fighting against that, of course, though it reduced the alread y<br />
trifling amount received to a mere pittance.<br />
Gul Begum saw much of this, and wished she had had her father by her<br />
to talk it over with. Ah, how she missed her father, and how She longed<br />
to get news of him! What had become of him that night after he had<br />
slipped out of the house and away into the darkness and the storm? Had<br />
he indeed escaped? and where was he now? Ah, how she longed to<br />
know; and how did he fare? Who baked his bread for him? Who made<br />
his tea? her special task; or did he get none at all?<br />
When the storm blew bitter blasts straight from the Hindoo Kush, she<br />
shivered in her bed, not so much with cold as with fear and grief. She<br />
wondered what shelter he had found, her beloved father, how his<br />
clothes were wearing, whether he had his sheepskins with him, and his<br />
gaiters that she had made, and ever y trifling detail that in so many<br />
cases occupies the whole of a woman’s thought.<br />
In summer, to this free-born girl, matters were even worse. The su n<br />
streamed down on the white mud, the mud that formed the roof, the<br />
mud that formed the walls of the house, the mud in the quadrangle, and<br />
scorched it through and through. Soon every green leaf dried up, and<br />
was covered with a thick coating of dust, and ever ything in the cit y<br />
became of one dead grey colour. The water in the canal that ran<br />
through the quadrangle got low, and there was ver y considerable<br />
difficult y in getting water for even the most necessar y purposes. The<br />
Chief Secretar y hired a special man who was supposed to go down to<br />
the river twice a day and fill the mussacks (skin water vessels), but<br />
there was no one to see that he either went or returned punctually. The<br />
master himself was at Durbar all day with his head servant, who waited<br />
on him and did his most important messages, so there was no one at all<br />
to see that the men at home did their work. As far as possible,<br />
therefore, it was left undone, and the women confined within the four<br />
walls of the harem were the people who suffered.<br />
A dozen times a day Gul Begum would go down to the old door-keeper<br />
with her complaints.<br />
“For God’s sake tell that man to hurry up with the water. We have not<br />
a drop to wash the cooking vessels in even, and if it is not here soon, it<br />
won’t have had time to settle before Agha wants his drinking water.”<br />
“Give him some sherbet then,” the old man would answer, with a smile.<br />
“He won’t be able to tell whether that’s thick or clear, when the cyrup<br />
is in it, and he’ll like it all the better.”