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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