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28<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
GHULAM HOSSAIN had left home with a light heart, full of ambitious<br />
designs, full of hope. He returned dejected, hopeless.<br />
Gul Begum saw something of all this in the far distance. She guessed it<br />
by the wa y he sat his horse; she knew it when he greeted her two miles<br />
from their village, where she had gone to meet him.<br />
He seemed pleased to see her, and she knew that her little attention in<br />
meeting him had not been thrown awa y upon him, though he said not a<br />
word upon the subject, and took not the faintest pains to conceal his<br />
low spirits from her. There was, however, no trace of disappointment<br />
in his manner when he rode up to The Tower, where he dismounted . On<br />
the contrar y, he greeted ever y one with effusion, and was particularly<br />
gracious when he unloaded the pack pony.<br />
“Here is a Khilat (Coat of honour, official present) for you,” he said to<br />
his cousin, unfastening a parcel containing a coat of purple cloth edged<br />
with gold braid; “the Ameer gave it to me, but I told him to would hand<br />
it on to you as chief of this sub-division of our sultanate; you have a<br />
better right to it than I.”<br />
“It’s a fine garment,” Wali Mohamed said, grinning. “I wonder how I<br />
shall look in it.”<br />
“Put it on him, Gul Begum,” his cousin replied, “and let us see.”<br />
“Ah, none of your tricks with me,” the little man said, almost blushing<br />
at the idea of putting on anything so smart, “such robes are not for<br />
me.”<br />
But Gul Begum thought it a great jo ke, and insisted, and he, not<br />
altogether displeased, allowed himself to be dressed up , though, truth<br />
to tell, he looked, when he had got it on, more grotesque than ever, not<br />
unlike a monkey on a barrel-organ the most marvellous of human<br />
inventions, never even having heard of such a thing, so that simile did<br />
not strike her, but something else must have, for she burst into such<br />
screams of laughter that Shereen and her mother, and all the rest of the<br />
Vizier’s family, came rushing to see what was the cause of such<br />
merriment.<br />
Now that it was once on, her uncle was in no wise disposed to lay his<br />
newly acquired property down, but strutted about in it, to the immense<br />
admiration of all but Gul Begum and her father, who had exchanged<br />
mischievous glances, and still continued laughing.<br />
“You’ve got the credit of being a wise man,” Ghulam Hossain’s wife<br />
said, addressing her husband, when they had gone indoors, “but I think<br />
you must keep your wisdom for the chiefs councils.”<br />
“How so?” he asked good-humouredly.<br />
“What advantage do you expect to get from Wali Mohamed by giving<br />
him that coat? Many’s the thing I’ve seen go from this house to that,