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185<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“I may be only a girl, and to you I may seem unworthy of confidence,<br />
but I understand more than you think, and though I have not said so, I<br />
have long noticed that you are troubled, and have griefs and anxieties<br />
of which you do not speak. Tell me about them; can I do nothing to<br />
relieve you.”<br />
“You could, you could,” Gul Begum said eagerly, “b ut there, you<br />
won’t, so what’s the good of my asking? none of you will. It all falls<br />
on me – ever ything. Even Sardaro has given up every one of her duties.<br />
I have the whole weight to bear alone. This constant service is too<br />
much for me. I cannot remember everything. I cannot do ever ything,<br />
and then I get curses and abuse, and this morning it even went so far as<br />
blows.” The girl put her hand on her heart as she spoke, and a look of<br />
agony passed across her face.<br />
“That was an insult indeed, and how incredible !” Gulsum murmured.<br />
“We thought things were so different, that you were so highly<br />
favoured, perhaps even loved.”<br />
A look of triumph succeeded the look of pain. It had been like the<br />
thrust of a knife to speak so of her master, her beloved, but her object<br />
was achieved, Gulsum had been drawn off the track. It had been worth<br />
it. Her master could not escape unaided. Who, was to help him, if not<br />
she? and to help him effectually none must know or suspect her love<br />
for him; that would be fatal indeed. Rather let it be thought that she<br />
feared him, and cherished a secret hatred for him which she dared not<br />
show.<br />
Gulsum was mollified. In the first place, she had got some news for an<br />
employer who paid her well for the little she could tell him, and in the<br />
second place she had now something to gossip about in the house. The y<br />
had all been deceived then. There was no attachment between her<br />
master and the <strong>Hazara</strong> beauty. It could not be for her sake that he was<br />
refusing the handsomest and richest girls in Kabul. There must be some<br />
other reaso n. What could it be? One thing was all right, she felt sure,<br />
Gul Begum did not suspect her; on the contrar y, she had her<br />
confidence, she could work that, by being very sympathetic and<br />
helpful. The head slave would never accept her offers of help, she was<br />
thankful for that knowledge, but she could at least proffer them; and as<br />
to her master! What was he to her? What had he ever done for her?<br />
Called her a laz y good-for-nothing, told her not to dare to appear<br />
before him, as it made him sick to look at such a slatternly object. She<br />
certainly owed him no duty beyond the work that was thrust on her.<br />
She had herself and her own interests to look after, and Mohamed Jan<br />
had promised her jewels, pearl ear ornaments. She would risk a good<br />
deal to get those. Her tombons (full Turkish trousers) were soiled, she<br />
had not washed them for a month. Her peran was torn, she was the most<br />
untid y girl in her master’s establishment – but she longed for pearl ear<br />
pendants. She would never have dared to wear them before her<br />
companions, lest inquiries should be made as to where she got them;