Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
"Yes; even by the side of my husband," she added, with a smile, that
was not without a dash of coquetry in it.
"Indeed!" replied Waller, perplexed, and fearing that if this was the
prelude to a flirtation, his troubles would be thereby seriously
increased.
"I saw you clad in _green_, our holy colour, and accept that as a
sign that I must befriend you, and send you to her you love."
"I thank you; 'to her I love,' repeated Waller tremulously, while a
flush suffused his cheek.
"You are very sad and gentle," said Joharah.
"The thoughts of _her_ make me so," said Waller.
"Ah! the perfume of her presence is about you still," said the Afghan
woman in her figurative language; "she has been unto you what the
rose was to the piece of clay in the little story of Sadee."
"I do not understand you."
"'One day,' says Sadee, 'when I was in the bath, a friend of mine put
into my hand a piece of sweetly scented clay. I took it between my
fingers, and said,
"'Art thou musk or ambergris, for thy perfume charms me?'
"'I was but a humble piece of clay,' it replied; 'but I was some time
in the society of a rose; the sweet quality of my companion was
communicated to me, otherwise I should be only a bit of clay, as I
appear to be.' So has it been with you."
"Perhaps so," replied Waller, smiling at this strange anecdote.
"It is Jellalabad you would reach?"
"Yes; how far are we from it?"
"Fifty cosses."
"A hundred of our miles!" thought Waller, and his spirit sank.
"Undisguised, you can never escape my husband's people, or hope to
reach it safely; but I shall provide for all that."
"You will not deceive me?" said Waller anxiously, as he feared some
snared
"No, I swear it; be of good courage and you shall soon be safe."
The following day, when most of the shepherds had gone to prayer at a
musjid among the mountains, leaving the women and female children
behind, as the sexes never pray together in the mosques, she
conducted Waller into the inner portion of their tent--her own
apartment--where discovery would have ensured him instant death.
With scissors she clipped off closely his long fair beard and
mustaches; she stained his face, ears, and neck with walnut juice and
wood ashes; his hair she disguised by smearing it with more ashes and
_ghee_--a process under which Waller, usually so dainty in his
toilet, rather winced. She took away and buried his poshteen and
tattered uniform, and made him, in its place, put on the red dress of
a Hindoo Fakir. She slung a brass drinking lotah to his girdle of
cord, gave him some chupatties and other food, and, placing a staff
in his hand, showed him the route to pursue, a narrow path among the
mountains, by which he could avoid a rencontre with the returning
shepherds, and strike on the direct road for Jellalabad.
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