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190<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
A light hurried footstep on the pavement by the porter’s lodge roused<br />
her. The sound came quickly in her direction, and she stood up<br />
prepared to receive her master.<br />
“Gul Begum, I am in danger,” he whispered the moment that he had<br />
entered the room. “The police have got hold of a paper that was given<br />
to me in the strictest confidence by the Ameer. A paper from – ah,<br />
well, never mind what is in it, but they declare it has been secreted<br />
from the British Agency by one of their spies, and that I must have<br />
sold it to the English – betrayed my master – turned traitor! But I have<br />
the paper here, the one he gave me. I saw it only yesterday, I am<br />
certain of it – I had it in m y hand.”<br />
The Chief Secretary was ashy pale, his hands trembled, and somehow<br />
he looked old, and positively as though he had shrunk – as though his<br />
clothes had been made for another and a stouter man. He went towards<br />
the curious, square, four-legged trunk – the yachdan in which his<br />
important papers were kept under lock and seal – and tried to open it,<br />
but somehow neither fastening seemed to obey his eager fingers. “Give<br />
me a knife,” he said, “that I may cut the string. Quick, girl, are you<br />
asleep? Cut the seal off, and help me to unfasten that box.”<br />
Gul Begum advanced, pale, but firm and quiet. She had fetched a<br />
second key from the shelf under the Koran, and without a word had<br />
turned it in the lock and raised the lid.<br />
“Give me the bundle on the top,” her master said excitedly, “yes, that<br />
one, the one in the red handkerchief.” The colour was coming back into<br />
his face a little. “Untie it,” he said, and then he smiled. Yes, there was<br />
the paper safe enough, just where he had left it the night before. But<br />
whence, then, came that other paper that he had seen in his master’s<br />
hand? There had been but one original letter, that sent by a Border<br />
Chief to the Ameer making certain proposals. Who had made that copy?<br />
It was a most skilful forger y, cleverly designed to overthrow him and<br />
to bring him to the gallows. His enemies were indeed active and had<br />
laid their plans well, but he had the original quite safely. He would go<br />
straight to the Ameer with it; he would scatter his enemies.<br />
His whole appearance changed, as surely only that of Easterns can do<br />
in so short of time. His carriage became erect again as usual, his colour<br />
returned, his ver y clothes sat differently on him.<br />
“Just give me a brush down,” he said to the girl who stood beside him,<br />
more composedly, she thought, than she had heard him speak for<br />
weeks. “Now we will see who is for the gallows. We shall see whether<br />
God protects His own servant who waits on Him continually, or<br />
whether these carrion crows, these pariahs, are to triumph over me and<br />
overthrow me. Hark! there is the Muezzin. It is prayer time, Gul<br />
Begum. Bring me some water and spread my prayer carpet. In God’s<br />
strength I shall overcome all my difficulties.”