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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“And paid them well, girl? Did you see that? Nothing is more<br />
important now we are flying for our lives.”<br />
“Agha, I did not give them all you gave me. I gave them their due.<br />
More would have excited suspicion. As long as this is looked upon as<br />
an ordinar y pilgrimage we are safe, even were we followed.”<br />
Her master looked at her, surprised and pleased, but said nothing.<br />
“Can you give us shelter for the night?” he asked the old guardian of<br />
the tomb, when, after much shouting and rousing, the old man at length<br />
opened the door.<br />
“What! Mir Munshi Sahib, and at this time? What brings you here, and<br />
almost unattended?”<br />
“A pilgrimage, good Fakir,” was the reply, “but I am weary. Let me in.<br />
I must sleep a few hours. I will commence my devotions at three, for<br />
by four I must be in the saddle again. This is a long wa y from Kabul,<br />
and Court business cannot be neglected.”<br />
“That’s true, that’s true,” the old man said, “but I am feeble now and<br />
cannot well rouse you at three. This boy of yours must do it for you.”<br />
“Of course he can. Why, that’s what I’ve brought him for. He has no<br />
other use,” the official said wearily. “Show us where we can rest and<br />
put our horses, and then back to your bed, good friend. I am sorry to<br />
disturb you so late.”<br />
It was three o’clock. Even in her sleep Gul Begum was conscious of the<br />
passing hours, but the Chief Secretar y slept on. He had had a trying<br />
day, then a long ride in the cool evening among mountain p asses, all of<br />
them several thousand feet above the level of the sea, so he slept the<br />
sleep of exhausted nature, and, moreover, the reposeful sleep of<br />
confidence. He never doubted that he would be wakened in time.<br />
Gul Begum had had a trying da y too. Are no t the hours of watching and<br />
waiting in dread uncertainty harder to bear than the active dangerous<br />
ones? Thus had she sat and waited, listening to each sound – dreading<br />
yet longing for each footstep on the road to stop at her master’s door.<br />
She had worked hard too, and had ridden far – after four long years of<br />
captivity – but love is stronger than fear, stronger than fatigue,<br />
stronger than aught save death.<br />
After three hours’ sound sleep she woke, and woke refreshed – ready<br />
for the flight that was before her. There were a good many things to do.<br />
Her master’s prayers to prepare for, the horses to look after and feed,<br />
and their own food to get ready. Softly, softly, she went out into the<br />
clear bright night; not so softly, however, but that the old Fakir heard