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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />
“What do you want?” he asked. “Whatever it is, be sharp, there is no<br />
time to waste.”<br />
“I want you to let me take my mother besides two others that the<br />
Commedan has ordered to accompany me.”<br />
“Oh, you can take her and one other,” the soldier said, smilingly, “the<br />
Commedan put no limit as to age.”<br />
“Ah,” the girl said sadly, “I see you are not going to help me. Our<br />
family has all been divided up, and some have died. There are just we<br />
four left, and we do not want to be parted. Will you not grant me this<br />
little favour? If you will, I will speak for you to Colonel Ferad Shah,<br />
and he will make you a Hawaldar (Sergeant), and something more,<br />
perhaps, some day, if you succeed in pleasing him, and do his bidding,<br />
and mine.”<br />
“Do you know what Colonel Ferad Shah’s bidding is likely to be, my<br />
good woman, that you talk so lightly? Have you ever seen him?”<br />
“I know something of him,” Gul Begum said, and a shiver passed<br />
through her as she recalled what she had heard; but, womanlike, she<br />
believed in her own power. “I know that he was a slave once, but that<br />
he is a colonel to -day, and placed in a position of great trust and<br />
responsibility, and I know that he ma y be a commander-in-chief some<br />
day, and have it in his power to make captains and even colo nels of<br />
those who know how to serve him.”<br />
The man stood thoughtful for a moment. “Look here,” he said, “you<br />
hurry up, and you can take your old mother with you. The chances are<br />
she will be sent back, but you can take her with you and see what<br />
happens. If she gets a beating for going where she is not wanted, don’t<br />
blame me.”<br />
“You mistake,” the girl said brightly, “my mother is not an old woman,<br />
she is only wearied after a long journe y; she is an active, able-bodied<br />
woman who can work hard, and has been accustomed to do so. She<br />
won’t get sent back,” and Gul Begum disappeared into the tent, well<br />
content with the result of her promises.<br />
They had but little preparation that they could possibly make, these<br />
poor wanderers, possessed of what they stood upright in, and nothing<br />
more, so in less than five minutes they were on their way, Gu l Begum<br />
riding, the others walked behind – one soldier leading the pony, two<br />
soldiers with loaded rifles walking behind to prevent any possibility of<br />
escape.<br />
“How far have we to go?” Gul Begum asked. “Not far,” the man said<br />
doggedly. He did not want to be reported as having indulged in over<br />
much conversation with the prisoners, for in Afghanistan ever y man<br />
and woman looks upon every other, even his comrades, as possible