Thou wilt say: “Why speak continually of women and fools?” I answer by
God, the Fashioner of the Heart, the fools sit among the six hundred,
and the women sway their councils. Hast thou forgotten when the order
came across the seas that rotted out the armies of the English with us,
so that soldiers fell sick by the hundred where but ten had sickened
before? That was the work of not more than twenty of the men and some
fifty of the barren women. I have seen three or four of them, male and
female, and they triumph openly, in the name of their God, because three
regiments of the white troops are not. This is to our advantage, because
the sword with the rust-spot breaks over the turban of the enemy. But if
they thus tear their own flesh and blood ere their madness be risen to
its height, what will they do when the moon is full?
Seeing that power lay in the hands of the six hundred, and not in the
Viceroy or elsewhere, I have throughout my stay sought the shadow of
those among them who talk most and most extravagantly. They lead the
common folk, and receive permission of their good-will. It is the desire
of some of these men—indeed, of almost as many as caused the rotting of
the English army—that our lands and peoples should accurately resemble
those of the English upon this very day. May God, the Contemner of
Folly, forbid! I myself am accounted a show among them, and of us and
ours they know naught, some calling me Hindu and others Rajput, and
using towards me, in ignorance, slave-talk and expressions of great
disrespect. Some of them are well-born, but the greater part are
low-born, coarse-skinned, waving their arms, high-voiced, without
dignity, slack in the mouth, shifty-eyed, and, as I have said, swayed by
the wind of a woman’s cloak.
Now this is a tale but two days old. There was a company at meat, and a
high-voiced woman spoke to me, in the face of the men, of the affairs of
our womankind. It was her ignorance that made each word an edged insult.
Remembering this, I held my peace till she had spoken a new law as to
the control of our zenanas, and of all who are behind the curtains.
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