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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
distance behind her la y the fertile plain, along which she had ridden –<br />
a plain now lit with sunshine, though it had been dark enough as she<br />
had ridden along it. Then, beyond that, rose the hills that now divided<br />
her from Kabul – from the past on which she was alread y beginning to<br />
look so tenderly. About midway between her and them, there were<br />
some specks distinctly visible upon the plain; they might have been<br />
anything, camels or ponies grazing, perhaps, but were far too distant to<br />
make out. She had not noticed them as she had passed along, she hard ly<br />
noticed them now; she was thinking of something else, of the great<br />
blank that was coming upon her, of the great trouble she had brought<br />
upon herself – for she knew him well – without her her master would<br />
not have moved a step, he would have been in Kabul still, and there<br />
would have been no talk of separation.<br />
She half wished she could recall what she had done. Those had been<br />
happ y days – why had she herself, with her own hands, cut the cords<br />
that bound her to them? The sun was getting hot, she felt thirsty.<br />
“Agha, let us stop and rest at the first stream,” she said. “We are still<br />
three miles from the next village, let us rest for half an hour.”<br />
“Tired?” he asked. “Why, we have gone no distance yet.”<br />
“No, Agha, no distance; but now that the great effort is over, and we<br />
are safe, I feel I would like to rest only a minute, and bathe my head<br />
and feet. I am not accustomed to these boots, so they seem heavy.”<br />
He looked at her, she was certainly paler than she had been in the early<br />
morning, before the sun had risen so high.<br />
“Yes, why not?” he said, “we’ll look out for the first spring.”<br />
And when the y found one she was like a child in her delight, and sat on<br />
the bank dangling her feet in the clear mountain stream.<br />
“Gul Begum,” the official said, suddenly, catching hold of her arm,<br />
“look, what is that upon the plain? Surely not cattle?”<br />
The girl sprang to her feet in an instant. “To horses, Agha, to horses!<br />
they are horsemen – they are Swars. We are followed, we must get to<br />
the hills, to the caves – we must fly for our lives.”<br />
In three minutes the y were in their saddles, and in full flight.<br />
“I wonder if they have seen us? If not we have nothing to fear. When<br />
we get to that corner there, pointing to a turn in the valle y up which<br />
they were riding, we will double like a hare when it is chased; that will<br />
put them off the scent. None but a <strong>Hazara</strong> would think of that dodge,<br />
because none else would know that down there to the right lies one of<br />
those caves villages I told you of. An Afghan could only suppose we<br />
would fly straight on to India.”