The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West FrontierMitford, Bertram
History
The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier
Mitford, Bertram
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Beneath, at a distance of some thirty feet, ran a narrow alley way, and
on the opposite side of this were doors. Round one of these several men
were clustered, as though gazing upon and rather enjoying something that
was going on within. And it was from this door that those horrible
shrieks and screams proceeded.
Raynier's blood ran chill within him. What act of devilish cruelty was
going on within that sinister chamber? He noticed that a kind of thin
steam was issuing from the upper part of the door, wafting up a nauseous
and greasy odour to where he stood. He could hear a mutter of voices
within the place, and a plashing sound, then the shrieks of agony broke
forth afresh louder than ever till he was forced to stop his ears.
Still, a horrible fascination kept him riveted--his gaze fixed on that
grisly door. What did it all mean? Then he was conscious that the
yelling had ceased, and now those clustering around parted to give way
to several persons who issued from the place. Among them was a tall,
fine-looking man, who had the air and importance of a chief. At him
Raynier looked somewhat curiously, for he thought he was acquainted with
all the Sirdars of the Gularzai. Then this man stopped, and
half-turned, and Raynier saw dragged forth between two others a limp,
quaking figure, its quivering features expressing an extremity of terror
that was akin to mania. And in this object he recognised his quondam
smart, well-groomed--and, to all but himself, somewhat arrogant--
chuprassi, Kaur Singh. This was the man they had been torturing, then.
But the words of the chief told him the next moment that it was not.
"Dog of an idolater," the latter said, "thou hast seen the torments in
which thy brother has died, which are but the beginning of what he is
now undergoing. Wherefore, if thou wouldst preserve thy miserable
carcase a little longer I advise thee to write that which shall hurry
those who are collecting thine ill-gotten gains."
The answer was an abject whine, and the follower of Brahma wallowed and
cringed before the follower of Mahomed.
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