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
Though sick and feeble, Denzil contrived to draw the dhooley a little
way from the body of its late occupant, and crept within it for
warmth. Prior to doing so, on seeing near him the Queen's colour of
the 44th, or East Essex Regiment, lying in the hands of a dead
ensign, he tore it from the staff and wrapped it over his poshteen,
as an additional garment, and with a soldier's natural desire to save
so important a trophy from the enemy. To this trifling circumstance,
as it eventually proved, he owed his life; and there he lay in a
species of stupor, neither quite asleep nor quite awake.
Ere long the hungry vultures began to alight upon the bodies in the
snow, and one, after flapping its dusky wings on the roof of the
dhooley, actually perched upon his breast; but on receiving a blow
from his hand, it fled with an angry croak. Denzil was now
thoroughly aroused, and his action would seem to have been observed,
for twelve Afghan horsemen who had been scouting near, each with a
juzailchee riding _en croupe_ behind him, came cantering up,
accompanied by, or rather escorting, Shireen Khan of the
Kuzzilbashes, who was mounted, as usual, on a great solemn-looking
camel, and armed, among many other weapons, with a formidable lance.
Seeing that Denzil was alive, one of the Kuzzilbashes (a pale-faced
and black-bearded fellow, who wore a prodigious red cap, and had
dangling at his neck the watch presented to General Trecarrel by Sir
John Keane, after Ghuzni) made a thrust with his lance that must have
killed him on the spot had not the Khan interposed, and commanded all
to spare his life. Instinctively Denzil had drawn his sword, but
Shireen said, with a grim smile,
"Sheath your weapon, Kaffir; I, too, wear a sword, but I am an old
man now, old by more than thrice your years, and I have learned to
know that the sword is but the sickle of death--it destroys much and
reaps little."
Denzil thought this moral reflection came somewhat late, but the Khan
added--
"Your life shall be spared--_pesh_" (_i.e._, forward), and stroked
his beard, which is the silent form of an oath with the Afghans.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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