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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
All that actually transpired was that the Ameer had granted the envo ys<br />
several public interviews, when they had set at one end of a long room,<br />
while he had sat on his couch at the end of the other; that he had been<br />
gracious and courteous, but had also been firm. “The <strong>Hazara</strong>s,” he said,<br />
“were excellent, useful, hard-working people, people whose value he<br />
appreciated, and whom he was most desirous of having as friends, but<br />
they were aliens, and therein, no doubt, lay the cause casus belli. The y<br />
had been planted in Gaur, part of the territory proper of Afghanistan,<br />
by aliens who had retreated into the regions from which they had<br />
sprung, leaving these cuckoos behind . There they have lived and<br />
multiplied, in the land of the Afghans, without even owning allegiance<br />
to the prince whose territory they occupied. Other aliens, taking<br />
advantage of the disjointed conditio n in which the countr y had been for<br />
centuries, had done the same thing. The <strong>Hazara</strong>s were by no means the<br />
only offenders, nor were the y serious offenders. The Ameer had<br />
laughed and joked and told them they had been wise and had done well,<br />
but the time had now come when all this was to be set right. This state<br />
of affairs had been proved disadvantageous to the cuckoos as well as to<br />
the hedge-sparrows, as the Afghan hed ge-sparrow, unlike the feathered<br />
one, had resented the strangers and had shown fight. So he, the Ameer,<br />
the generous, the wise, having leisure now to devote to this important<br />
question, had reviewed the whole matter in his mind, and had decided<br />
that an alternation must be made, and that for the future there was to be<br />
but one ruling sovereign in the countr y of Afghanistan, one capital and<br />
seat of government, one military centre, and, in consequence, of<br />
course, one royal treasury. The cuckoos were, however, to be allowed<br />
to retain the nests in which they had established themselves so long<br />
ago (provided, of course, the y proved themselves lo yal subjects to the<br />
lawful owners and therefore worthy of the consideration shown them),<br />
but they would now be required to pay rent, in the form of taxes, for<br />
the land and houses which they occupied . Nothing could be fairer.<br />
These taxes, moreover, would be used for their own benefit for the<br />
making of roads through their own country, and for the support of an<br />
army and police for their own protection.<br />
It had all sounded so plausible that the third member of the <strong>Hazara</strong><br />
mission to Kabul could detect no flaw in the argument, and only shook<br />
his heavy head wisely, sa ying, “True, true.”<br />
Ghu lam Hossain said nothing, but wrote on a piece of paper requesting<br />
a private interview with His Majesty, when neither Afghans nor the<br />
other two <strong>Hazara</strong> envo ys should be present. He received for answer that<br />
his request should be considered .<br />
Sayad Mir Hassan said nothing, so it was taken for granted that his<br />
feelings were friendly, and that he was disposed to follow the lead<br />
given by his companions, and having been about an hour in the<br />
presence chamber the y were given leave to depart.<br />
Never had any of those three mountaineers been surrounded with so<br />
much magnificence. The Sa yad moved on in front, little affected by it.