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45<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
evidently. The cuckoos are to be turned out of the nests they have<br />
occupied so long. The y must find shelter elsewhere – among the kites<br />
and eagles perhaps.<br />
He spoke bitterly, then took up the letter Wali Mohamed had brought,<br />
and commenced reading, at first aloud, but gradually his voice sank<br />
into a whisper. Then the words were uttered so rapidly as to be<br />
inaudible, then ceased, only the reader’s eyes skimmed over the paper<br />
rapidly, and then he dropped it. “May God, this is too much,” he cried.<br />
“What’s the matter, Ghulam Hossain? Speak! In the name of God what<br />
is it?” the big little man said hurriedly. “Why this agitation? Is there<br />
anything wrong? Has he sent for our submission to the Afghan rule?<br />
Speak, man, what has happened ?”<br />
“He has sent for Gul Begum, for my child – my beloved,” the Vizier<br />
replied quietly. The blow had stunned him. “Are our very <strong>daughter</strong>s to<br />
be torn from us and violated at their pleasure? My God, this is not war.<br />
What is it?”<br />
“’I hear you have a niece,’ he says, ‘a tall handsome girl, whose name<br />
is, I think, Gul Begum. I require her; send her to me b y my messenger,<br />
and mind, no delay, or, mark my words – and I am not a man to trifle<br />
with – I will come and fetch her m yself or will send such messengers<br />
as you are not likely to refuse anything to .’”<br />
“My God, the dogs!” the chief said suddenly, looking out on to the<br />
plain as though he already half expected to see them come tearing up<br />
the slope. “I hear he keeps a whole pack of them – this slave-boy<br />
monster whom the Ameer has raised to the rank of colonel. What shall<br />
you answer, brother?”<br />
“That he must send his wolf-hounds, or must come himself to fetch her.<br />
There can be no other answer to such a demand. Where is the<br />
messenger? Let us find out how far his master is from here – or stay,<br />
what is the use of asking? He would not tell us. Let us send some polite<br />
message to gain time. It will take some consideration to come to any<br />
conclusion as to what we had better do.”<br />
“Look here, brother,” the little chief said firmly. “Listen to me, I have<br />
a proposal to make. This colonel is a great man, and powerful I’d give<br />
Gul Begum to him in marriage if I were you . Make legal marriage the<br />
condition, of course,” he added, seeing that the man he was addressing<br />
had moved impatiently and was evidently preparing to put the idea<br />
aside as impossible. “She is a handsome girl, and clever, and has<br />
whining ways when she chooses. This marriage might save our whole<br />
village from much trouble and molestation. It’s a good idea, and will at<br />
any rate gain time. I’d send a message to him expressing satisfaction at<br />
the proposal and –“