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
It was a strange scene, and picturesque in all its details.
On one side a few fair-faced English officers in full uniform, with
glass in eye and cigarette in mouth, cool, quiet, and secretly rather
disposed to "chaff the niggers"--men of that type of whom Bob Waller
might be taken as the representative, frank, fearless, and
light-hearted, with his honest blue eyes and those long, fair
whiskers which Mabel Trecarrel thought so adorable--quite as much so
as he deemed her tresses of ruddy, golden auburn; on the other, a
horde of those hardy warriors from the hills of Kohistan--men whose
ideas were beyond the middle ages of the world's history, with their
hearts full of proud disdain, rancorous hate, and all the malignant
treachery that adversity of race, religious fanaticism, and profound
ignorance can inspire, and yet suavely dissembling for the time.
"Permit me, Khan, to present you with this horse, in the name of Her
Majesty the Queen of England, with her wishes that you may long be
spared to ride him," said Sir William Macnaghten, with a profound
salaam, after he and his companions drew close to the carpet on which
Ackbar awaited them. He then alighted from his horse and seated
himself, together with Captains Trevor, Lawrence, and Mackenzie, upon
a piece of carpet, among the chiefs and sirdars; but, luckily for
themselves, Waller, Denzil, and the rest remained in their saddles,
at a little distance. The Sirdir coldly and haughtily thanked the
Envoy for his new gift, the points of which he praised with all a
horseman's perception. It cost Sir William 3000 rupees, and had
belonged to Captain Grant, the Assistant Adjutant-General. Then with
an eye to any confusion that might ensue during the Conference, he
ordered the Hindoo syce to lead it off at once towards the city, and
a sly, cruel gleam came into his black eyes, as this was done. After
a few solemn salutations in oriental fashion and phraseology, Ackbar
Khan said--
"Bismillah! let us talk."
All the chapters in the Koran, except nine, commence with this word,
which signifies, "In the name of the merciful God;" thus it is
incessantly used in conversation by the Arabs, and still more by the
somewhat canting Afghans.
He then proceeded to business at once, by asking the Envoy if he was
prepared to effect a proposition that had before been made, to the
effect that we should deliver up the Shah Sujah, with all his
household and family, male and female, to his--the Sirdir's--mercy;
that we should lay down our arms and colours, yielding also cannon
and horses, together with those two obnoxious sahibs, Sir Robert Sale
and Brigadier Shelton, as hostages--in fact, an unconditional
surrender--in virtue of which he should graciously pardon our
appearance in Afghanistan, our interference with its affairs, and
permit our whole force to retire with their lives, on the further
condition of swearing to return no more!
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