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62<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
crusts in silence, but with a deep resolve growing up in her heart. She<br />
would escape, and that soon.<br />
Next day when she smelt the fresh cooked food being brought in from<br />
the kitchen, she went downstairs, and was surprised to find how weak<br />
she felt after her two day’s starvation. She took her customary place.<br />
“That’s no longer the place for you,” Mohamed Jan’s mother said. “We<br />
do not give people the place of ho nour who cannot afford to pay us<br />
even for what the y eat. There is the place for you ,” pointing to the<br />
extreme end of the dirt y cloth that was laid upon the floor.<br />
So Gul Begum sat down with a sigh, and waited till some food shou ld<br />
be passed to her and to the women who sat by her, and who were<br />
practically servants in the house. She, however, said nothing, and<br />
minded it less than she would have expected . She had made up her<br />
mind. She was going home – to danger perhaps, but at any rate not to<br />
insults; and with this idea in her mind she ate well when her turn came,<br />
the others giggling and staring at her as she did so.<br />
That night, when all was still, she made her way safely down the stairs,<br />
and by dawn was nearing her beloved home. She could stand no more<br />
of the insults and maltreatment to which she had lately fallen a victim .<br />
She grew weary with her long march through the dead of night after all<br />
she had go ne through, but the knowledge that she was nearing home<br />
sustained her, and her heart beat fast at the thought of meeting her<br />
beloved father, and throwing herself in her arms, and telling him all<br />
her woes, but as she got within sight of the village, she became<br />
conscious of some change – some want of life about the place which<br />
she could not have defined.<br />
“Are the men indeed so late in beginning their day’s work?” she said to<br />
herself. “I am glad to have found them out. It must be looked to. It is<br />
time the farmers were seeing to their crops. How strangely late<br />
ever ything seems.”<br />
Arrived at her home, the girl half fell, half threw herself into her<br />
mother’s arms as she opened the door to admit her, almost knocking<br />
down poor Halima, who was unused to such demonstrations, and<br />
therefore unprepared for them.<br />
“Good gracious, girl,” the elder woman said anxiously, and with the<br />
old peevish whine her <strong>daughter</strong> knew so well, “what is the matter now?<br />
What further ill news do you bring us, that you come upon us in this<br />
way?”<br />
“Further ill news, mother?” the girl replied breathlessly. “What ill<br />
news is there? I have heard nothing of any of you for months.”<br />
“Not heard of the war? Not heard of devastating land ? Not heard of the<br />
prisoners that have been taken, nor of the slaves that have bee made?