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56<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“They should have sent some cooked food instead of paltry sweets, that<br />
was the proper thing to do,” the old lady whispered to her<br />
grand<strong>daughter</strong>. “But what do they know, these poor village people? It<br />
is just as well, perhaps, that they are so simple, they will give the less<br />
trouble later on.”<br />
Gul Begum made no reply; she heeded neither cooked food nor sweets;<br />
the whole thing was a mere farce to her, and she paid but little<br />
attention to her hosts, what little she did notice was not at all pleasing<br />
to her.<br />
“How dare Mohamed Jan send a bridal party to meet me as though I<br />
were really going to be his wife?” she thought to herself. “He has taken<br />
a great liberty already. My subsequent refusal to marry him will be the<br />
talk of the whole village, perhaps of the countr y side. This is not at all<br />
what my father intended, I am sure.”<br />
With these ungracious thoughts in her heart in was little wonder that<br />
she failed to attract her new guardians, and produced an impression not<br />
altogether favourable in their minds; but Gul Begum would have cared<br />
but little about that even had she discovered it.<br />
The arrangements at the house suited her quite as little as did the<br />
reception part y. The whole thing had been got up hurriedly, of course,<br />
but there was a certain amount of displa y, and nowhere any taste. The<br />
girl felt out of tune, and wished she were going home.<br />
“Tell them quite openly that I am only here on a month’s visit until the<br />
disturbance with Afghanistan has quieted down,” she whispered to her<br />
grandmother, and the old lady readily acquiesced ; but she did not dare<br />
to add that this naming of the girl on Mohamed Jan was a mere ruse,<br />
though she knew that there was a private understanding to that effect<br />
between the girl’s father and her supposed suitor. She had received<br />
strict injunctions from Ghulam Hossain to do nothing of the kind, and<br />
she would never have dared to have disobeyed him.<br />
Three days the old lady stayed with her grand<strong>daughter</strong>, and then her<br />
visit was over, and courtesy demanded that she should return home.<br />
Gul Begum did not love the old lad y ver y dearly, but she dreaded her<br />
departure. One good she certainly felt she had done, and that was that<br />
she had established a rule that the girl should eat alone unless she<br />
herself specially asked the others to join her, which, according to<br />
custom, she almost always did; but she kept herself apart and seldom<br />
spoke to any one.<br />
One day she asked for a clean cloth on which to have her food spread .<br />
“It takes away m y appetite,” she explained, “to see dirty cloths about<br />
my food.” The woman giggled and got one. Mohamed Jan looked on<br />
and said nothing. He did not seem over well pleased himself, though<br />
the possession of the rifle reconciled him to anything during the first<br />
few da ys.