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73<br />

A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />

avoided, so it seemed to him, by a little foresight on the part of her<br />

father. Without doubt he owed them a grudge.<br />

During her first visit to his house, Gul Begum had, or at least her<br />

grandmother had, stipulated for her that she should in no wise feel<br />

herself obliged always to eat with the family, and by not presenting<br />

herself at the ordinar y meal times, she had forced her hostess<br />

sometimes to serve her meal apart from the others. Now she was forced<br />

to eat alone, and to be thankful for the scraps that were thrown across<br />

at her.<br />

“Go, fetch me some drinking water,” Mohamed Jan had called out to<br />

her one day. “And see that you are sharp about it.”<br />

“I am not your servant,” the girl had replied firmly, remaining seated.<br />

“Ah, is that so ?” the man had replied brutally. “Then as you are not my<br />

servant, and you are certainly not my relative, you have no right to my<br />

food. You can go without.”<br />

So all that day she never broke her fast. Hunger compelled her to a<br />

certain amount of submission, and she was not really unwilling to help<br />

the other women with their household work. It was Mohamed Jan’s<br />

orders that she so resented.<br />

One morning she was engaged in braiding her hair, the luxuriant raven<br />

tresses of which her father had been so justly proud, in the usual<br />

elaborate fashion of her countr ywomen, when Mohamed Jan called her.<br />

“I am engaged,” she replied quietly. “I cannot come just now.”<br />

“Don’t dare to tell me you cannot come! You will do as you are bid,”<br />

he shouted. “Come to me here, at once.”<br />

But the girl sat still, finishing the braiding of her hair. She thought she<br />

was safe from molestation, so long as she was in her own apartment, at<br />

any rate. But she was mistaken. Her tormentor had no scruples.<br />

“Listen to me,” he said, appearing suddenly in the doorway. “I am tired<br />

of all this pride and nonsense. What you must do is to cease all this<br />

braiding of hair and vanit y. Such things are not for women in your<br />

position. You must learn to obey, and I am the man who is both willing<br />

and able to teach you. You refuse to become my wife, and your father<br />

refuses to give you to me in marriage. So be it. I am not particular as<br />

to ceremonies. Your father’s wishes I am by no means obliged to<br />

consider. He has left you here for me to feed and protect, without so<br />

much as paying a single pice for your keep; and as to your wishes, you<br />

are a woman, and should have none. Either you consent here, now, at<br />

once, to become my wife, or I will treat you in such a way as to make<br />

you beg me to make you my wife, but, mind you, if you let matters

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