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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
the old woman was quite carried away, and promised to speak to their<br />
master when he came in. besides, after all, Agha had called her a fool<br />
many a time. It would not hurt her much for him to do so again, and<br />
that peran was worth having. Gul Begum had been working at it for the<br />
last six months. She (Sardaro) was of the royal tribe, and ought to have<br />
good things – they became her and her position, but her master was<br />
very forgetfu l, and, as long as the y were clean, seldom troubled<br />
himself as to the clothes his servants wore.<br />
“I shall go and get read y so that I can start at once, if I get<br />
permission,” the girl went on eagerly. “Will you give me m y bokra*<br />
out of your store cupboard, Sardaro?”<br />
The old woman rose and unfastened the door. Gul Begum got up from<br />
her seat by the window; took it, and gave a sigh of relief when she got<br />
back to the little anteroom, where she usually sat when she had nothing<br />
special to do. She had got that much – her bokra – without exciting<br />
suspicion, had gained one point. Now she must find an old suit of her<br />
master’s clothes frown among those laid aside to give away, and s he<br />
must let them out somehow, so as to make them fit herself.<br />
It took her some time and entailed some curious looking patches, but<br />
that mattered little in a place like Kabul. Moreover, a long loose coat<br />
caught in round the waist by the usual Kabuli belt was more easily<br />
found, and hid many defects. The slave girl laughed to herself as she<br />
surve yed herself in her master’s little mirror, dressed in his clothes,<br />
and looking well in them. “I would have made a fine man,” she<br />
thought; but fear of discover y made her hasten to complete her toilet,<br />
and cover the man’s suit with the bokra she had obtained from Sardaro.<br />
Some cold meat and some bread had been rolled up into a bundle, and<br />
the few jewels she possessed were inside the breast of the coat. “Agha<br />
must provide the mone y, and must give me one of his caps to wind a<br />
turban round, and a pistol. Now I am ready. We must fly to-night<br />
across this great plain, and then over into the <strong>Hazara</strong> hills, and there I<br />
will hide him. He will need me there. He will not be able to do without<br />
me at last,” and as these thoughts came to her, her eyes glowed and her<br />
cheek flushed with rapturous joy at the prospect; then she sat down<br />
again and waited, thinking and planning still. She knew her master<br />
well, and that unless something most unusual had happened be would<br />
come home full of despair, incapable of thinking out anything; he who<br />
could influence and command thousands – could organise a state –<br />
could do nothing for himself.<br />
She had not long to wait. But the footstep, when it fell upon her ear,<br />
was not hurried, almost tottering, as it had been last time he had<br />
entered the serai. It was the old stride and swing – Gul Begum<br />
recognised it without raising her e yes, and wondered! She had not<br />
believed it possible. Things had prospered with him at the Court, then.<br />
He would believe again as he had so often believed before, that his old<br />
luck was returning, and that all would yet be well. He would put off