Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
And each asked of the other what might this portend? It was the
signal that Saleh Mohammed had revolted from the cause of Ackbar
Khan; but of what his own movements or measures were to be they knew
nothing yet. This new feature in affairs bewildered and baffled the
ulterior views of Zoolficar Khan, who was still more surprised when,
soon after dawn, the old Dooranee, with a detachment of his people,
sallied from the fort, attacked and captured--not, however, without
resistance, some sharp firing, and use of the sabre--a whole convoy
of provisions which passed en route for Bokhara--an act of daring for
which he found it difficult to account, as it would be sure to rouse
the terrible Emir of that kingdom again these intruders in
Toorkistan; but doubtless, thought Zoolficar, the Afghan must know
his own plans and power best.
Loth, however, not to pick up something in the broils or forays that
were so likely to ensue, he began gradually to muster his Toorkoman
followers, desiring them to draw to a head in a wood near the Bameean
river, about nightfall, to watch the Dooranees in the fort, and to
gall or attack them either in advancing or retiring therefrom; but,
ere dark came, there occurred what was to him a fresh source of
surprise, and to Saleh Mohammed of serious alarm, while it chilled
with a new-born fear the hearts of the prisoners, to whom Major
Pottinger had now communicated his letter, his promises and plans,
with all the tidings of the Hadji, thereby for a time exciting their
wildest and most joyous anticipations (at a moment when hope had sunk
to its lowest ebb) of freedom and restoration to the world: so
friends were rushing to congratulate friends, and weeping with
happiness, mothers were wildly clasping their children to their
breast, and all were giving thanks to God.
Affecting ignorance of any change that had taken place in the mind of
the Dooranee, towards evening Zoolficar Khan in all his bravery, but
alone, rode to the gate of the fort, when, greatly to his wrath, he
was denied admittance by Saleh Mohammed in person.
"Take care lest you are the dupe of your own fortune," said he
haughtily.
"Covet not the goods of another, aga," responded Saleh, who had now
resumed his Oriental amplitude of costume.
"Are we to understand that you have abandoned the cause of Ackbar?"
"Fate has done so--wallah billah--why should not I?"
"How now about Khedar Khan and his riches, O Saleh Mohammed the
Incorruptible?" laughed the Toorkoman.
"Dare you mock me?" asked the Dooranee, scowling, with his hand on a
pistol.
"No; but what means all this change since yesterday?"
"It means that what is good for me may be bad for you? Who can read
the book of destiny? The same flower which gives a sweet to the bee
gives poison to reptiles?"
"Does all this mean that you will neither sell nor barter?" asked
Zoolficar, shaking haughtily his huge turban and white heron's plume.
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