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184 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR A GENTLE kick, rather a stirring with a foot, awoke her. “What are you sleeping here for, Gul Begum, and what’s the matter? You’ve been crying.” It was Gulsum who spoke. “Crying? Why should I cry?” the half-unconscious girl answered thoughtlessly, not knowing that denial was worse than useless, for no looking-glass had revealed the piteous condition of her whole face, a nd she was still sleepy to be conscious of the discomfort caused by the swelling. “Don’t tell me you’ve not been cr ying. I have eyes,” Gulsum retorted viciously. “You must have been cr ying for hours, and then have fallen asleep. It’s past mid-day, and you’ve had no food.” “Nam-e-Khuda! What have I been thinking of?” Gul Begum said, springing to her feet. “Your troubles, I should think,” Gulsum retorted, as she turned away with a sneer. Gul Begum was now wide awake, and suddenly realised that she must be on her guard if she would disarm the suspicion with which she at once felt herself surrounded. She called her companion back. “Gulsum, say nothing about my tears and troubles,” she pleaded, “I ask, I pray you. I am but a slave who should have no feelings, of course, but sometimes I am a fool and forget. Perhaps, like the rest, you envy me and think me favoured because I wait on Agha, and because I seem more trusted than you others are. Ah! You do not know – I could tell you many things, but I try to keep silent, it is my duty. I have never asked you for sympathy, you do not even know I need it. Even now I only speak because you have seen m y sorrow. Do not make a lau ghing-stock of me before the others. Keep my secret; do not let them know I have been weeping.” “What do you mean, Gul Begum? Explain yourself,” the little spy said sympathetically, “tell me what are your troubles. Any one can see that you are distressed, and yet you seem to us to have all that life can give. Sometimes, I admit, I have envied you.” Her tones were kind and earnest, as though she sought confidence that she might give comfort, but she had some one more wily than herself to deal with. “I cannot speak even to you, Gulsum, who are my companion in slaver y,” Gul Begum said sadly; “you are only a girl, how can you understand? Besides, my secrets are not altogether my own, they are my master’s, and he bears a good name. I must not cast a slur on it.”
185 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR “I may be only a girl, and to you I may seem unworthy of confidence, but I understand more than you think, and though I have not said so, I have long noticed that you are troubled, and have griefs and anxieties of which you do not speak. Tell me about them; can I do nothing to relieve you.” “You could, you could,” Gul Begum said eagerly, “b ut there, you won’t, so what’s the good of my asking? none of you will. It all falls on me – ever ything. Even Sardaro has given up every one of her duties. I have the whole weight to bear alone. This constant service is too much for me. I cannot remember everything. I cannot do ever ything, and then I get curses and abuse, and this morning it even went so far as blows.” The girl put her hand on her heart as she spoke, and a look of agony passed across her face. “That was an insult indeed, and how incredible !” Gulsum murmured. “We thought things were so different, that you were so highly favoured, perhaps even loved.” A look of triumph succeeded the look of pain. It had been like the thrust of a knife to speak so of her master, her beloved, but her object was achieved, Gulsum had been drawn off the track. It had been worth it. Her master could not escape unaided. Who, was to help him, if not she? and to help him effectually none must know or suspect her love for him; that would be fatal indeed. Rather let it be thought that she feared him, and cherished a secret hatred for him which she dared not show. Gulsum was mollified. In the first place, she had got some news for an employer who paid her well for the little she could tell him, and in the second place she had now something to gossip about in the house. The y had all been deceived then. There was no attachment between her master and the Hazara beauty. It could not be for her sake that he was refusing the handsomest and richest girls in Kabul. There must be some other reaso n. What could it be? One thing was all right, she felt sure, Gul Begum did not suspect her; on the contrar y, she had her confidence, she could work that, by being very sympathetic and helpful. The head slave would never accept her offers of help, she was thankful for that knowledge, but she could at least proffer them; and as to her master! What was he to her? What had he ever done for her? Called her a laz y good-for-nothing, told her not to dare to appear before him, as it made him sick to look at such a slatternly object. She certainly owed him no duty beyond the work that was thrust on her. She had herself and her own interests to look after, and Mohamed Jan had promised her jewels, pearl ear ornaments. She would risk a good deal to get those. Her tombons (full Turkish trousers) were soiled, she had not washed them for a month. Her peran was torn, she was the most untid y girl in her master’s establishment – but she longed for pearl ear pendants. She would never have dared to wear them before her companions, lest inquiries should be made as to where she got them;
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184<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
A GENTLE kick, rather a stirring with a foot, awoke her.<br />
“What are you sleeping here for, Gul Begum, and what’s the matter?<br />
You’ve been crying.” It was Gulsum who spoke.<br />
“Crying? Why should I cry?” the half-unconscious girl answered<br />
thoughtlessly, not knowing that denial was worse than useless, for no<br />
looking-glass had revealed the piteous condition of her whole face, a nd<br />
she was still sleepy to be conscious of the discomfort caused by the<br />
swelling.<br />
“Don’t tell me you’ve not been cr ying. I have eyes,” Gulsum retorted<br />
viciously. “You must have been cr ying for hours, and then have fallen<br />
asleep. It’s past mid-day, and you’ve had no food.”<br />
“Nam-e-Khuda! What have I been thinking of?” Gul Begum said,<br />
springing to her feet.<br />
“Your troubles, I should think,” Gulsum retorted, as she turned away<br />
with a sneer.<br />
Gul Begum was now wide awake, and suddenly realised that she must<br />
be on her guard if she would disarm the suspicion with which she at<br />
once felt herself surrounded. She called her companion back.<br />
“Gulsum, say nothing about my tears and troubles,” she pleaded, “I<br />
ask, I pray you. I am but a slave who should have no feelings, of<br />
course, but sometimes I am a fool and forget. Perhaps, like the rest,<br />
you envy me and think me favoured because I wait on Agha, and<br />
because I seem more trusted than you others are. Ah! You do not know<br />
– I could tell you many things, but I try to keep silent, it is my duty. I<br />
have never asked you for sympathy, you do not even know I need it.<br />
Even now I only speak because you have seen m y sorrow. Do not make<br />
a lau ghing-stock of me before the others. Keep my secret; do not let<br />
them know I have been weeping.”<br />
“What do you mean, Gul Begum? Explain yourself,” the little spy said<br />
sympathetically, “tell me what are your troubles. Any one can see that<br />
you are distressed, and yet you seem to us to have all that life can give.<br />
Sometimes, I admit, I have envied you.” Her tones were kind and<br />
earnest, as though she sought confidence that she might give comfort,<br />
but she had some one more wily than herself to deal with.<br />
“I cannot speak even to you, Gulsum, who are my companion in<br />
slaver y,” Gul Begum said sadly; “you are only a girl, how can you<br />
understand?<br />
Besides, my secrets are not altogether my own, they are my master’s,<br />
and he bears a good name. I must not cast a slur on it.”