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
In this remote place the captives were all, as usual, enclosed in a
walled fort which contained a few hovels of mud, where in darkness
and damp they strove to make themselves as comfortable as
circumstances permitted, with blankets, xummuls, and the saddles on
which they had ridden.
The Dooranees of Saleh Mohammed had to keep sure watch and ward
there, for the Usbec Tartars are the predominating people, and,
though divided into many tribes, they are all rigid Soonees, with but
small favour for the Afghans; and the prisoners soon learned that the
unusual costume of Saleh Mohammed, instead of inspiring Zoolficar
Khan, as he had expected, with wonder, only excited in that sturdy
Toorkoman an emotion of contempt, that a Mussulman should so far
degrade himself by adopting, even for a day, the dress of a
Feringhee--a Kaffir; and they had something approaching to hasty
words on the subject, when, on the first evening of their meeting,
those dignitaries sat together on the same carpet under a date tree
in the garden of the fort, while slaves supplied them with hot
coffee, wheat pillau, pipes, and tobacco.
There, too, had Mabel been borne on a pallet, by the express
permission of the Khan, that she might enjoy the sunshine; there was,
he knew, no chance of her attempting to escape; and to prevent any
covetous Toorkoman from playing tricks with the tender wares
entrusted to him, he had a double chain of sentinels with loaded
muskets planted round them, as Zoolficar Khan could perceive when
reconnoitring the place, which was outside the city of Bameean, but
immediately under the shadow of its temples and rock-hewn giants; for
Zoolficar, having learned that Saleh Mohammed was proceeding towards
the deserts with the captives to sell, to punish the men of their
tribe for interference in the affairs of Afghanistan, was not
indisposed to have the first selection from among them, and had
resolved to look over "the lot" with a purchaser's eye.
He had already, over their pipes and coffee, broached the subject to
Saleh Mohammed; but the latter, undecided in everything, save that he
had to halt where he was for fresh orders from the Sirdir, Ackbar
Khan, would not as yet listen to any proposals for selling or
bartering, and eventually dozed off asleep, with the amber mouthpiece
of the hubble-bubble in his mouth, leaving Zoolficar Khan to amuse
himself as best he might.
Mabel, weary and faint with her long journey of nine consecutive
days, though borne easily and carefully enough in a palanquin, lay
listlessly and drowsily pillowed on her pallet, under the cool and
pleasant shade of an acacia tree. Near her stood a tiny pagoda of
white marble, carved as minutely and elaborately as a Chinese ivory
puzzle; and before it was a tank wherein were floating some of the
beautiful red lotus, the flowers of which far exceed in size and
beauty those of the ordinary water-lily.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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