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41<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“Then we can have fresh tea made,” one of the soldiers said surlily.<br />
“Of course you could,” their unwilling host replied, “but that would<br />
delay you again, and we have orders from your most honoured colonel<br />
that you are not to be dela yed.”<br />
“You have too much to say, my friend,” another of the soldiers<br />
answered. “You are here to obey, we to command; now show us your<br />
house, and then we will go on and look at the others. Have the water<br />
for the tea kept boiling, and when we come back, we’ll soon have what<br />
we require.”<br />
The wretched man walked dejectedly back to his house. He felt that in<br />
the meantime there was no use resisting, and he could only long and<br />
pray for the arrival of his friends from the neighbouring villages.<br />
“Why, you’ve hardly rooms in the whole place sufficient to house us<br />
decently. You’ll have to clear all these houses here. Those pig-st ys you<br />
can keep, the y well do well enough for <strong>Hazara</strong>s, but they won’t suit<br />
us.”<br />
“You can have my house, certainly,” the Mir said politely. “I’ll see<br />
about getting my women and children decently provided for directly.<br />
But all these houses you cannot possibly have; there would not be a<br />
respectable woman or child under shelter to-night, and the spring winds<br />
are not over yet. Those huts you have rejected are the herds’ dwellings;<br />
we could not sleep in those even were there accommodation for so<br />
many people in them.”<br />
“’Can’s possibly,’ that sounds pretty calm,” one of the Afghans<br />
returned; “it’s wonderful what’s possible at times. Do you see this?”<br />
drawing his sword, “it’s wonderful how quickly this little instrument<br />
clears houses.”<br />
“Don’t be in too great a hurry,” one of the others whispered;<br />
“remember we are three to God knows how many;” then aloud, “Come,<br />
we’ll have our tea now, and b y the time we have finished, we shall<br />
expect to find those houses cleaned and ready for us.”<br />
But when they had had their tea, all of the houses were of course not<br />
cleaned; the Mir’s was, however, deserted. “I have sent m y wife and<br />
children to my sister-in-law,” he said with well-assumed civilit y; “my<br />
dwelling is at your disposal.”<br />
“And where is your sister-in-law’s house, pray?” one of the Afghans<br />
asked with almost unbearable impudence.<br />
“It’s there, through that gateway and down that lane.”