Afghanistan -- Fiction; British -- Afghanistan -- Fiction; Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Political fiction
“‘For the last time of answering, I will,’ said Dravot, and he
went away through the pine-trees looking like a big red devil. The low
sun hit his crown and beard on one side, and the two blazed like hot
coals.
“But getting a wife was not as easy as Dan thought. He put it before
the Council, and there was no answer till Billy Fish said that he’d
better ask the girls. Dravot damned them all round. ‘What’s wrong
with me?’ he shouts, standing by the idol Imbra. ‘Am I a dog or am
I not enough of a man for your wenches? Haven’t I put the shadow of
my hand over this country? Who stopped the last Afghan raid?’ It was
me really, but Dravot was too angry to remember. ‘Who bought your
guns? Who repaired the bridges? Who’s the Grand-Master of the sign
cut in the stone?’ and he thumped his hand on the block that he used
to sit on in Lodge, and at Council, which opened like Lodge always.
Billy Fish said nothing and no more did the others. ‘Keep your hair
on, Dan,’ said I; ‘and ask the girls. That’s how it’s done at
home, and these people are quite English.’
“‘The marriage of a King is a matter of State,’ says Dan, in a
white-hot rage, for he could feel, I hope, that he was going against
his better mind. He walked out of the Council-room, and the others sat
still, looking at the ground.
“‘Billy Fish,’ says I to the Chief of Bashkai, ‘what’s the
difficulty here? A straight answer to a true friend.’ ‘You know,’
says Billy Fish. ‘How should a man tell you who know everything? How
can daughters of men marry gods or devils? It’s not proper.’
“I remembered something like that in the Bible; but if, after seeing
us as long as they had, they still believed we were gods it wasn’t
for me to undeceive them.
“‘A god can do anything,’ says I. ‘If the King is fond of a
girl he’ll not let her die.’ ‘She’ll have to,’ said Billy
Fish. ‘There are all sorts of gods and devils in these mountains, and
now and again a girl marries one of them and isn’t seen any more.
Besides, you two know the Mark cut in the stone. Only the gods know
that. We thought you were men till you showed the sign of the Master.’
“‘I wished then that we had explained about the loss of the genuine
secrets of a Master-Mason at the first go-off; but I said nothing. All
that night there was a blowing of horns in a little dark temple
half-way down the hill, and I heard a girl crying fit to die. One of
the priests told us that she was being prepared to marry the King.
“‘I’ll have no nonsense of that kind,’ says Dan. ‘I don’t
want to interfere with your customs, but I’ll take my own wife.
‘The girl’s a little bit afraid,’ says the priest. ‘She thinks
she’s going to die, and they are a-heartening of her up down in the
temple.’
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