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52<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
I could, but at this moment I am powerless. The call to arms, I may tell<br />
you secretly, has gone forth. In a week or two, none worthy of the<br />
name of patriot will be found among these hills. As the wife, or<br />
affianced wife, of Mohamed Jan, the obscure, the peasant, you will be<br />
unnoticed and unknown. As Gul Begum, my <strong>daughter</strong>, the <strong>Hazara</strong><br />
beauty, in your own home, you are exposed to ever y danger. Try to<br />
understand my difficult y, and to help me to overcome. I do not ask you<br />
to wed this man. I have had other and very different plans for you, but<br />
try and fall in with my views. You need not associate with these people<br />
over much, and I will pay them well for housing and feeding you, so<br />
that you need not work for them. You have only to accept their service<br />
gracefully and graciously, remembering that you are my <strong>daughter</strong>, and<br />
can command whatever rewards it may be in my powers to give to<br />
those who serve you well.”<br />
“Father, I will obey you,” the girl said, weeping quietly. “I will do the<br />
little I can to set your mind at ease. But oh! It is very hard to go among<br />
these strangers. Oh, why was I not a boy, or why can you not treat me<br />
as a boy and let me go out and fight with you and my uncle. In the old<br />
days, father, women did these things, why not to-day? I am as strong as<br />
many a man, and hard y too.”<br />
“Yes, child,” he said quietly, “and stronger. Prove that you are strong<br />
enough to wait and watch. That is far harder to a brave, active woman<br />
like you than the rush and excitement of war and strife.”<br />
“Are you coming to prepare your things to accompany your<br />
grandmother to-morrow morning, or does your father expect me to do it<br />
all for you?” Halima asked, interrupting the tender leave-taking<br />
between her husband and her <strong>daughter</strong>.<br />
“It is late,” Ghulam Hossain said sadly. “Gul Begum can stay the night<br />
with me. She may not see me again for many months.”<br />
“I have got my clothes read y to start anywhere at any time, mother,”<br />
the girl added hurriedly. “The y are fastened in a cloth in the recess. I<br />
have nothing to do but send them.”<br />
“Are you going to take all those clothes with you ?” her mother asked<br />
peevishly. “Are you then going to remain permanently at this<br />
peasant’s, this Mohamed Jan’s? or do you wish to show his women that<br />
Ghulam Hossain has so much more money than he knows what to do<br />
with, that he gives his <strong>daughter</strong> more clothes than she knows how to<br />
wear? That’s just the way to do if you want your father to pay away<br />
ever ything he possesses to these people in return for the extraordinary<br />
favour he is asking them.”<br />
“Let her take such clothes as she has,” Ghulam Hossain replied,<br />
answering instead of his <strong>daughter</strong>. “She may need them all, and they<br />
will be at least as safe there as here. I can spare a pony to carry the<br />
bundle and her bedding, besides her grandmother’s pony and her own.