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20 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR “Discipline? What of that? Were our fore-fathers drilled ? And as to mone y – when men fight for their countr y and their religion, the y want no pay.” “Ah! There we are back again. No, our fore-fathers were not drilled , but we have to look to the sort of men we are going to pit ourselves against. The new Ameer is not like the former rulers of Kabul, who met our flint-lock gu ns with flint-lock guns, our hill-knives with hillknives, our home-made swords with home-made swords. Those days are all changed. Do you know what a Henri-Martini rifle is?” “Ah, those are the guns; good guns indeed, and good enough soldiers, those Goras (the name given to British infantr y soldiers), on a plain, but no good for our crags. I have seen them – can’t keep their heads under cover for a minute, and then are surprised when they get potted off.” “But what’s the good of talking of them; we’re not go ing to fight with them.” The shorter of the three men remarked . “Perhaps not, but the men we are going to fight are Helas, not Goras, not the sort that cannot keep their heads under cover, and are not used to crags. The y are mountaineers like ourselves, and the y have Henri- Martini rifles. Do you think the Ameer of Kabul has been idle these last ten years? He had made friends with the Feringhees, in Hindustan and they have given him mone y, guns, and men. When I was in Kabul, there were no less than seventeen of these Kafirs at work there, and they have made a village, no, a town, I tell you, where ever y kind of gun and implement of war is made. A trained Kafir for every department, and a Royal Sirdar over all – I have seen it, so I know.” “You have seen it with your own eyes, or is this mere hearsa y?” questioned the other speaker. “I have seen it,” the Vizier said emphatically; and he walked away slowly with his head bent down. “Is Ghulam Hossain turning traitor?” the other asked of the third member of the little group, whom we should recognise as the chief – Shereen’s father. “He is not a traitor, but he is full of forebodings; he believes that the days of the independence of the Hazaras are counted . What do you say?” “I? – I say that our men have more determination in the gristle of their ears than the Afghans have in their whole body. I say, let the Afghans attack our natural forts that the God of our Prophet has given us, let them try their Henri-Martinis on our mountains. What of guns? Feringhee-made guns, forsooth! When we have God’s own everlasting mountains at our back! Guns, indeed !” and the old man laughed. “I have a better weapon than guns to wield – you remember that I told

21 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR you? – and I have been active since then. I have stirred the people up – I have told them of this unholy alliance with the infidels – the enemies of God. The Ghazis are up in arms – and low be it spoken – many of the Afghans themselves are tired of this ‘one man rule’ and tyranny, and have promised to join, for I have proclaimed a Jihad against this ally of the Feringhee.” “You have? Then all will be well. Who can stand against the Ghazi? Not even the Feringhee. I can see them as the y lay dead in heaps; the y fought hard, but what availed their rifles? Their bodies blocked the Jugdullick Valle y, and the kites and vultures that collected there could be seen hovering over it for miles around for many a day; and their rifles, these boasted rifles, why, the y lay there beside them, too, useless. I know a man who has one, and you know him too – gave his daughter for it, so they say; not a nice thing to do , but he had four, and little enough to get them husbands with. I daresay he did right – or right enough. He’s married off two since then, and the rifle is a good one. I would give something for one m yself.” “Your daughter?” asked the Sayad sarcastically. “Shereen? No, not Shereen. I have only one, and, thank God, I can afford to keep her, and give her a dowry, too, when I have seen the man worthy of her.” “Silence!” shouted Ghulam Hossain, who had at that moment rejoined the group, and stood among these dusky little figures as a Saul in Israel. “Silence, and listen to this letter which I have drafted to send to Kabul by such messengers as you may appoint. “To your friend and neighbour, the great, the illustrious Ameer of Afghanistan, “’We have received your letter and understand from its contents that the recent raids committed by our villagers upon yours are displeasing to you, and that you demand restitution. This would be just had not this raid been undertaken to avenge similar losses inflicted on our people by yours. We therefore decline to make restitution. We also understand frown your letter that you hate these unfriendly expeditions between two neighbouring countries, which ought to he friendly, and that you are willing to protect our villages from your subjects, provided we are willing to pay you a tax for the support and maintenance of the soldiers and officials whom you must employ to do this. In answer to this we beg to say that we too hate these unseemly robberies and murders, that we too wish for peace, and that we hereby offer to keep our tribesmen in subjection, or, in we fail, send any pillagers to you for punishment should they infringe such new laws as we shall make regarding raids, if you, on your part, will do the same by us. There will be no need for taxes; we shall confer a mutual benefit the one upon the other. We trust that this proposition will meet with your approval, and

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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />

you? – and I have been active since then. I have stirred the people up –<br />

I have told them of this unholy alliance with the infidels – the enemies<br />

of God. The Ghazis are up in arms – and low be it spoken – many of<br />

the Afghans themselves are tired of this ‘one man rule’ and tyranny,<br />

and have promised to join, for I have proclaimed a Jihad against this<br />

ally of the Feringhee.”<br />

“You have? Then all will be well. Who can stand against the Ghazi?<br />

Not even the Feringhee. I can see them as the y lay dead in heaps; the y<br />

fought hard, but what availed their rifles? Their bodies blocked the<br />

Jugdullick Valle y, and the kites and vultures that collected there could<br />

be seen hovering over it for miles around for many a day; and their<br />

rifles, these boasted rifles, why, the y lay there beside them, too,<br />

useless. I know a man who has one, and you know him too – gave his<br />

<strong>daughter</strong> for it, so they say; not a nice thing to do , but he had four, and<br />

little enough to get them husbands with. I daresay he did right – or<br />

right enough. He’s married off two since then, and the rifle is a good<br />

one. I would give something for one m yself.”<br />

“Your <strong>daughter</strong>?” asked the Sayad sarcastically. “Shereen? No, not<br />

Shereen. I have only one, and, thank God, I can afford to keep her, and<br />

give her a dowry, too, when I have seen the man worthy of her.”<br />

“Silence!” shouted Ghulam Hossain, who had at that moment rejoined<br />

the group, and stood among these dusky little figures as a Saul in<br />

Israel. “Silence, and listen to this letter which I have drafted to send to<br />

Kabul by such messengers as you may appoint.<br />

“To your friend and neighbour, the great, the illustrious Ameer of<br />

Afghanistan,<br />

“’We have received your letter and understand from its contents that<br />

the recent raids committed by our villagers upon yours are displeasing<br />

to you, and that you demand restitution. This would be just had not this<br />

raid been undertaken to avenge similar losses inflicted on our people<br />

by yours. We therefore decline to make restitution. We also understand<br />

frown your letter that you hate these unfriendly expeditions between<br />

two neighbouring countries, which ought to he friendly, and that you<br />

are willing to protect our villages from your subjects, provided we are<br />

willing to pay you a tax for the support and maintenance of the<br />

soldiers and officials whom you must employ to do this. In answer to<br />

this we beg to say that we too hate these unseemly robberies and<br />

murders, that we too wish for peace, and that we hereby offer to keep<br />

our tribesmen in subjection, or, in we fail, send any pillagers to you<br />

for punishment should they infringe such new laws as we shall make<br />

regarding raids, if you, on your part, will do the same by us. There will<br />

be no need for taxes; we shall confer a mutual benefit the one upon the<br />

other. We trust that this proposition will meet with your approval, and

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