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
Rose added her entreaties that he would not think of it either; for
she might lose her lover, and not regain her sister, so suddenly, so
recently, heard of; and then an emphatic and brief command from the
Khan ended the matter, so far as poor Denzil was concerned, and he
felt himself compelled to succumb.
Writing materials, such as the Afghans use, the strong fibrous paper,
a reed split for a pen, with deep black and perfumed Indian ink, were
soon brought; and Rose, with a prayerful emotion in her fluttering
heart, and a hand that more than once almost failed in its office, so
great was her excitement, wrote a single line assuring Mabel that
she, herself, was safe, and to "confide in the bearer of this, who
would bring her to where she was residing;" and with this tiny
missive--which he placed to his lips and then to his forehead in
token of faith, while his black eyes flashed with an expression which
Rose saw, but failed to analyse--safely deposited in the folds of his
turban, Zohrab took his departure; and with a heartfelt invocation
for his success on her lips, Rose heard the sound of the hoofs of his
swift Tartar horse die away on the road that led towards the dark
rocky hills of Siah Sung.
"Shabash! such children of burnt fathers those Feringhees are!" said
Zohrab, laughing as he galloped along. "Well, well, let me enjoy the
world ere I become the prey of the world!"
Zohrab had promised to return with the lady, or, if without her, to
bring some sure tidings, not later than the evening of the second
day; but the evening sun of the third had reddened and died out on
the mountain peaks, the third, the fourth, the fifth, and a whole
week passed away, yet there came no word or sign from Zohrab, and
never more did he cross the threshold of Shireen's dwelling!
Had he been discovered and slain by Saleh Mohammed, or what had
happened?
Rose wept, for the tender hope, so suddenly lighted in her impulsive
heart, only to be as suddenly extinguished; but as yet no suspicion
of treachery on the part of Zohrab Zubberdust had entered the minds
of her or Denzil, whatever Shireen Khan, as an Afghan naturally prone
to suspicion, may have thought.
CHAPTER VIII.
MABEL DELUDED.
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