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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
there, but the great bulk of all that crowd consisted of women and<br />
children who, now that they had got well on the road, marched for the<br />
most part in silence, except where a child’s wail or the fretful cr y of an<br />
infant made itself heard.<br />
On, on they marched. The night wind softened down to a pleasant<br />
morning breeze, and that in its turn disappeared and the sun broke out<br />
in all its strength, but still the molted crowd marched on. They had<br />
only halted twice, chiefly, it seemed to Gul Begum, to let the soldiers<br />
have some food, but they had been kind to her, and had let her have a<br />
piece of bread now and again, which she had at once given to her little<br />
sisters, and more than once the y had pointed out to her a spring of<br />
fresh clear mountain water at which she had slaked her thirst.<br />
The sun, as it rose higher and higher, streamed down on the white<br />
stones and sand, and baked them as though they had just come out of<br />
an oven, scorching the fugitives’ feet. It streamed on their heads, and<br />
made them draw their shawls more closely round them. Gul Begum was<br />
accustomed to roam the mountains barefo ot, but that had been at her<br />
leisure and at the hour she herself had chosen. This constrained march,<br />
barefoot on those burning stones, became very wearisome, and when<br />
the mid-day halt was called under the shade of some mulberry trees by<br />
a running stream, she was thankful to dangle her poor aching swollen<br />
limbs in the cool water.<br />
The children ate the fallen mulberries ravenously, then stretched their<br />
wear y limbs and slept in the refreshing shade.<br />
“Shake down some more,” Gul Begum had said to one of the soldiers.<br />
“Do, for the love of Heaven. See how hungr y the little children are,”<br />
and he had not only shaken the tree, but had climbed up, and, after<br />
eating as may as he could contain himself, had brought her down a<br />
handful. She ate them hu ngrily, and wished that at any cost she had<br />
seized some of the bread she had baked overnight, and which lay in<br />
piles on a shelf in the house she had been so suddenly forced to quit.<br />
How easily it might have been brought – and now they were so short of<br />
food.<br />
So many mulberries to children unaccustomed to them could not be<br />
anything but harmful, but still they must eat something. Presently she<br />
feel asleep, and when she woke the shadows had lengthened by many<br />
feet and the evening breeze was beginning to rise again.<br />
“Where are we to sleep to-night?” she asked.<br />
“You will see,” was all the answer she received. “How soon shall we<br />
be in Kabul?” she asked again.<br />
“Khuda me danad” (God knows), the soldier answered, “to-morrow, or<br />
the next day, or a week or two hence. How can I tell?”