At the Court of the Amîr: A NarrativeGray, John Alfred
History
At the Court of the Amîr: A Narrative
Gray, John Alfred
'Abd al-Rahman Khan, Amir of Afghanistan, -1901; Afghanistan -- History
I could not get any shadow under the brow or chin to give an effect
of relief, and I asked His Highness if he would sit in another room.
As the Prince had studied the art of photography he understood the
difficulty, and we moved at once to one of the lower rooms. Here, by
shutting the shutters of one window, and hanging a curtain over the
lower part of another, we managed to get a very fair light.
There were several of the Prince’s suite in the room, and when I put in
the preliminary charcoal sketch the Prince’s Shaghassi said:--
“Al-láh! What a colour he is making the Prince. The Sirdar Sahib is not
black!!”
If I had known that I should find photographs of these portraits of
the Princes in possession of the _Graphic_ when I arrived in London,
and that woodcuts of them would be in many of the illustrated London
papers, I should probably have postponed my holiday for a time and
put more work into the paintings. As it was, Prince Habibullah’s was
painted from four sittings and Prince Nasrullah’s from three. That of
the elder Prince was the better likeness. Prince Nasrullah’s portrait,
on being carried from my house to the Palace after I had painted His
Highness’s name on it, met with an accident and was badly scratched.
It was sent back to me, therefore, to repair. When I had it again, it
struck me that one part was not quite correct in drawing, and I worked
at it somewhat without the sitter. When it was dry I sent it in again.
The Prince approved of the alteration, and he desired to send it back
to me yet again, for he said:--
[Sidenote: Nasrullah’s Comment.]
“Behold! it is handsomer than it was; and if I send it a third time
may be it will become still more beautiful.”
By the time the pictures were finished Mr. Pyne had returned to Kabul
from India, bringing with him an English tailor. The day Mr. Pyne
arrived I joined the English party at the Workshops, and we had dinner
together.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVII.
ON LEAVE.
The last Durbar: the Amîr’s remark: a wedding present. Adieux.
The journey down. An awful day: “difficult hot:” the walk. Played
out. The stream and the wall. Triumph: exhaustion. The work of
the locusts. Unwelcome guests: a rejected plan. The breeding
establishment: a study in colour. A want of tact. An illegal march.
Simla. The despatch. Dinners and dances. The study of character:
an education. The Armenian in London. The “hub” of the universe:
return to India.
On the last day in May I went to the Durbar, for I thought that surely
now I had finished all there was to do before I started. His Highness
received me most kindly.
I said that in my life I had filled other appointments, but that His
Highness’s kindness to me had exceeded all that I had met with before.
He said:--
“Why should I not treat you kindly? You are a ‘Friend of my Heart.’ I
say this not to give you pleasure, but because I mean it.”
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