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
She moved mechanically, like one in a dream, and the circumstance of
striking her head as she failed to stoop low enough in passing
through the wicket added to her confusion; nor was she quite aware
that they had been permitted to pass free and unquestioned, as two
men, by the Naick, to whom Zohrab made some jesting remark about the
"awkwardness of his friend," until she saw behind her the lofty white
walls of the fort gleaming in the pale starlight, their loopholes and
outline reflected downward, in the slimy wet ditch where water-lilies
were floating in profusion.
Unhaltering his horse and mounting, her new companion desired her,
with more impressiveness than tenderness of tone--for the former was
his habit, and the moment was a perilous and exciting one--to walk on
by his side a little way, as if they were conversing, and thereby to
lull any suspicion in the minds of such Dooranees as might be
observing them; for they were still within an unpleasant distance of
the long rifles of those who were posted on the towers of the fort;
and still more were they within range of those ginjauls which are
still used in India, and are precisely similar to the swivel
wall-pieces invented long ago by Marshal Vauban, and throw a pound
ball to a vast distance.
On descending the other side of an intervening eminence, that was
covered by wild sugar-canes and aromatic shrubs, the leaves of which
were tossing in the evening breeze, he curtly desired her to place
her right foot upon his left within the stirrup-iron, and then, with
the aid of his hand, he readily placed her on the holsters of his
saddle before him. He now applied the spurs with vigour to his
strong, active, and long-bodied Tartar horse, and, with a speed which
its double burden certainly served to diminish, it began quickly to
leave behind the dreaded fort of Mohammed Saleh.
As the latter began to sink and lessen in the distance, Mabel
Trecarrel felt as if there was a strange and dreamy unreality about
all this episode. Many an officer and Indian Sowar had ridden into
the Khoord Cabul Pass with his wife or his children before him, even
as she was now borne by Zohrab; she had heard and seen many wild and
terrible things since her father, with other officers of the
Company's service, had come, in an evil hour, "up country," to
command Shah Sujah's Native Contingent; she had read and heard of
many such adventures, escapes, flights, and abductions in romance and
reality; but what might be her fate now, if this should prove to be
the latter--an abduction of herself--some trick of which she had
permitted herself to become the too-ready victim?
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