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86 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR “Who is to saddle the ponies?” the woman whined piteously. “None of the men seem to be about the place. I suppose, like their master, they have run awa y instead of staying here to protect us.” “The ponies? Oh, don’t you trouble about those, my good woman. We will take good care of them;” the soldier said laughingly. “You did not think you were going to ride to Kabul, did you? But make haste, or I shall have to help you with a stick. There goes the call. Come, march!” “We must get on our things; you would not have us run barefooted on these hills.” “Look here, my good woman, out at that door. No trifling here with me,” and, as he spoke, he pushed her outside. “You go out there and stay there. I’ll send the others after you.” Meanwhile, Gul Begum had not been idle. She had seen at a glance that resistance was useless, impossible – and, picking up first one child, and then another, had clothed it as best she could in the hurry of the moment. Then turning to the recess where the stores were all kept, had seized every warm wrap she could lay her hands upon, urging her old grandmother at the same time to make what speed she could. But the confusion was terrible: the children, wakened from their sleep, cried, and would not be persuaded to help themselves to any extent, and Gul Begum, who had been co ncerning herself chiefly about their clothes, had no time to seize any food before the soldiers returned, this time with a stick in his hand, which he flourished menacingly, then brought down – but not heavily – across the girl’s shoulders. “Look here, you women, out you go,” and, heedless of cries and tears, he drove them all out before him. The scene outside was one never to be forgotten. Gul Begum had thought that the y alone in their house were to be the victims, and had been reproaching herself, thinking she was the cause of all this trouble, but in that she found she was mistaken. With the dawn which was now breaking, the storm had lulled somewhat, and before her, as far as she could see, were figures moving in the dim morning light – figures, chiefly of women and children, driven and hustled by the soldiers, first here, then there. Shereen and her mother were standing huddled together against a wall; neither had put on their boots, and both were but very lightly clad. They had been torn half asleep from their warm beds, and many others were in a still more pitiable condition. In all that great seething crowd it was almost impossib le to find any one, and Gul Begum looked round in vain trying to discover her mother. Oh, such a wailing and crying, such sobs and such despair! Here what fortitude and courage, there what dull obstinacy and indifference; but it
87 A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR was the weeping of the children, the crowds of half-clad sleep y girls exposed to the night wind, that went most to Gul Begum’s heart. Her little brother, the youngest of the family, she had folded in a great shawl, and soon hushed to sleep upon her breast, even among the noise and confusion that ever ywhere prevailed. Her youngest sister, a little child of barely nine, Gul Begum herself in miniature, clung to her sister’s skirt’ in terror, but she had ceased crying and kept looking about, wondering what was the matter. Fatma, the elder girl, wailed loudly, hardly knowing why she cried. Then suddenly the order was given to march, and the who le crowd was driven down the hill and on the way to Kabul. Road there was none – only the pathway that had been made b y the trampling of many feet for many years – but there they were, these hundreds of human beings, driven like so many sheep along a sheep-track, the lambs following as best they could. “My feet, my feet, they are getting all cut, I can’t walk on these stones barefooted,” a woman kept crying bitterly. “And where are my children? Will no one find m y children and my mother?” She was some distance on in front at first, but as she got further and further behind, owing to the tenderness of her feet, Gul Begum recognised her mother’s voice. “Here, mother, we are here,” she cried, “and Shereen and my aunt. I have given aunt your boots, for her feet were getting cut too, but you can have mine. I am used to going barefooted and prefer it,” and so saying, almost without stopping in her walks, the girl pulled off her long boots and handed them to her mother. “And I am cold,” the wretched woman sobbed, almost breaking down now she had got back among her children. “Here, take the boy and wrap the shawl around you both,” the girl said again soothingly. “It’s all right now, mother. Whatever happens, we are all together, so that nothing can be so bad as if we were all separated.” “Ho! there, no loitering,” one of the soldiers called out. “Who’s that blocking the wa y?” for it took just a few seconds to effect these changes, and this time Shereen, the furthest behind of the party, got a poke in the back with the end of a stick. Relieved of her burden, Gul Begum was the brightest of the company and did much to cheer the others on their way, now giving this little child a lift, now that, and as the light grew brighter the ver y soldiers noted her handsome form and face, and spoke more kindly to her than to the rest. But what a drear y wear y trail of human beings! A few men-servants and field labourers who had been left behind when the rest of the men had been called off to take part in the war were to be seen here and
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87<br />
A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
was the weeping of the children, the crowds of half-clad sleep y girls<br />
exposed to the night wind, that went most to Gul Begum’s heart. Her<br />
little brother, the youngest of the family, she had folded in a great<br />
shawl, and soon hushed to sleep upon her breast, even among the noise<br />
and confusion that ever ywhere prevailed. Her youngest sister, a little<br />
child of barely nine, Gul Begum herself in miniature, clung to her<br />
sister’s skirt’ in terror, but she had ceased crying and kept looking<br />
about, wondering what was the matter. Fatma, the elder girl, wailed<br />
loudly, hardly knowing why she cried. Then suddenly the order was<br />
given to march, and the who le crowd was driven down the hill and on<br />
the way to Kabul. Road there was none – only the pathway that had<br />
been made b y the trampling of many feet for many years – but there<br />
they were, these hundreds of human beings, driven like so many sheep<br />
along a sheep-track, the lambs following as best they could.<br />
“My feet, my feet, they are getting all cut, I can’t walk on these stones<br />
barefooted,” a woman kept crying bitterly. “And where are my<br />
children? Will no one find m y children and my mother?”<br />
She was some distance on in front at first, but as she got further and<br />
further behind, owing to the tenderness of her feet, Gul Begum<br />
recognised her mother’s voice.<br />
“Here, mother, we are here,” she cried, “and Shereen and my aunt. I<br />
have given aunt your boots, for her feet were getting cut too, but you<br />
can have mine. I am used to going barefooted and prefer it,” and so<br />
saying, almost without stopping in her walks, the girl pulled off her<br />
long boots and handed them to her mother.<br />
“And I am cold,” the wretched woman sobbed, almost breaking down<br />
now she had got back among her children.<br />
“Here, take the boy and wrap the shawl around you both,” the girl said<br />
again soothingly. “It’s all right now, mother. Whatever happens, we are<br />
all together, so that nothing can be so bad as if we were all separated.”<br />
“Ho! there, no loitering,” one of the soldiers called out. “Who’s that<br />
blocking the wa y?” for it took just a few seconds to effect these<br />
changes, and this time Shereen, the furthest behind of the party, got a<br />
poke in the back with the end of a stick.<br />
Relieved of her burden, Gul Begum was the brightest of the company<br />
and did much to cheer the others on their way, now giving this little<br />
child a lift, now that, and as the light grew brighter the ver y soldiers<br />
noted her handsome form and face, and spoke more kindly to her than<br />
to the rest.<br />
But what a drear y wear y trail of human beings! A few men-servants<br />
and field labourers who had been left behind when the rest of the men<br />
had been called off to take part in the war were to be seen here and