Ahmed was impressed by the warnings of Ahsan, still more when he found that the old gate-keeper"s views were shared by Rahmut Khan"s family.
Since Minghal"s raid these ladies, with their children and servants, like Ahmed himself, had remained in the tower, and the chief"s usual house had been unoccupied. Dilasah had been given the house in which he had lived before his breach with his uncle years before. On the day after Ahsan had spoken so seriously, when Ahmed paid his usual visit of respect to Rahmut"s princ.i.p.al wife, Meriem, the lady strongly urged him not to go about the village alone.
"That evil man Dilasah hates thee," she said. "Gather some of the young men who love Rahmut and thee, Ahmed-ji, and have them always about thee when thou goest into the streets."
Ahmed thought the advice worth taking, but the position irked him. The constraint was unendurable after his customary life of freedom, and he felt that it must be ended one way or another. The obvious way--the natural way to a Pathan--was to meet Dilasah with his own weapons and kill him at the first opportunity. But Dilasah"s party was stronger than his own, and supposing his enemy were out of the way, the prejudice against him as one of Feringhi birth would render his position still very insecure. The death of Dilasah would probably result in a feud between his faction and Ahmed"s. No one could say how such a strife would end, but certainly it would in no way help towards the restoration of Rahmut Khan to his village, the object Ahmed had most at heart. The boy concluded that he had better leave the village and go to Peshawar, to see whether some means might not be found of freeing the old chief.
It was a debt he owed to the man who had saved his life and loved him so well. Ahsan might talk of the difficulties, but Ahsan was an old man; old men often saw difficulties where young men could see none. Ahsan would not have crept to the shed and blown up Minghal"s powder; Ahsan would not have taken part in Sherdil"s daring stratagem against Minghal"s village; yet both of these hazardous enterprises had been successful. Ahsan might talk as he pleased: certainly this was what Ahmed would do.
But Ahsan, when the new plan was put to him, did not speak of the difficulties. He applauded the boy"s decision, and even begged him to carry it out at once, without waiting for a.s.sad"s return. Ahmed would not consent to this. a.s.sad"s news might have some bearing on his future course of action. Besides, before he left the village he wished to know whether their suspicions of Dilasah were well founded. If they were, he would have two aims in life: to bring back Rahmut Khan, and to punish Dilasah.
It was three weeks before a.s.sad returned. He came in one day weary and footsore, and in great depression of spirits.
"Hai! Sherdil was ever a liar," he said dolefully, when amid a circle of the chief men of the village he made his report to Ahmed. "He a great man with the sahibs, forsooth! Why, he is but a servant, and does foolishness. I found him not in Peshawar; weary as I was, I had to go two days" journey to Mardan in the north-east. And what did I see there?
Two score of men standing in line beneath the walls, and a Feringhi with a boy"s face calling out strange words to them, and as he spoke these men lifted their right feet all together, and held them in the air as a goose does, and then let them fall to the ground again, and up came their left feet, all together, and so they marched, very slowly. And then they stopped, and moved their feet up and down without walking; "twas the most foolish thing I ever saw. And then at another word from the Feringhi dog they lifted their guns--short guns for babies, not like our jazails--and held them straight before their noses, and at another word they let them down again and crossed their hands over them, and so stood without motion, as quiet and still as if they had been trees. And I called to Sherdil, and bade him come and greet his father; but he neither looked at me nor said a word, not daring to make a movement except at the bidding of the Feringhi boy. And afterwards, when the Feringhi made a hissing between his teeth--"Dissmisss!" was the word of the foolish one--Sherdil came to me and asked me with great violence why I had tried to get him punished, for it seems that if he had walked out of the line, or lifted a hand, or spoken a word save at the bidding of the Feringhi, he would have suffered grievous stripes, or have received no sheep"s flesh to eat. Cursed be the dogs of Feringhis! That is what they make of the free-men of the hills."
"But what of my father?" asked Ahmed, to whom this description of European drill was not interesting.
"Thy father? Hai! He is shut up for five years."
He was interrupted by shrill cries from the men around. Ahmed, stealing a glance at Dilasah, saw his eyes flash with satisfaction.
"Yes, for five years he is to lie in the Feringhis" prison. That is the judgment of Jan Larrens. And Sherdil, my wretched son, said that it was his just deserts and the due reward of foolishness. Hai! if I had known what I know now, I would have cut off Sherdil"s right hand sooner than let him go back to do goose-step and other things unworthy of a Pathan.
And when I told him what I thought, he laughed at me with great laughter, and said, "Go back, foolish one, or verily I will tell Lumsden Sahib of thee, and ere thou knowest thou wilt be doing goose-step too.
Lumsden Sahib will have thee." And I shook the dust off my feet and departed; and my heart is sore vexed, for I thought my son was a great man, and would do me honour in my old age."
There was much shaking of heads at this exposure of Sherdil"s boastfulness, and much sympathy expressed for a.s.sad. But the man was an ignorant fellow, a dyer by trade, who had seldom left the village, and Ahmed felt sure that he had in some way been mistaken.
a.s.sad"s news about Rahmut Khan did but confirm his resolution to leave the village. He was on the point of mentioning it to Dilasah when that plausible man himself came to him, all smiles and geniality.
"Salaam, Ahmed," he said. ""Tis to be feared we shall never see our chief Rahmut Khan again. He is an old man; the prison will kill him. No man can strive against fate, and it is not meet that we sorrow overmuch for what cannot be altered. Therefore am I come to bid thee to a feast, Ahmed-ji, at which we will hail thee as chief and be merry."
"But I cannot be chief while my father lives."
"True, but what matters it? Thou wilt be chief in his absence, it is what he himself would wish; and if by Allah"s mercy he does not die in the Feringhis" prison, but comes back to us, he will rejoice that we held a feast in thy honour. This feast will be to-morrow, Ahmed-ji, and I have already ordered the finest sheep to be killed."
Ahmed had no reasonable excuse for declining the invitation, and Dilasah went away well pleased.
But later in the day there came to Ahmed an old Hindu scribe who had settled in the village years before. In all considerable Pathan villages there were a few men of Hindu race--low-caste men, who plied petty trades among the Mohammedans in the hope of making money. This man had been protected once by Ahmed against the rabble of the village when he had unwittingly given them offence. He came to the tower as soon as it was dark, and being admitted to Ahmed"s room, said--
"Hazur, I come to warn you. I remember the kindness wherewith you saved your servant when he was in peril of his life, and it is meet and right to show grat.i.tude. Besides, our lord and master Rahmut Khan will reward me when he returns, as he a.s.suredly will do. But that is a little matter. I may be dead before that time comes, and even without a reward I would do much for you, hazur. And now what I say is this: go not to the feast to which Dilasah has bid you. I have spoken it."
"But why, Dinga Ghosh?"
"To-day," said the man, dropping his voice, "when I was sitting at my writing behind my lattice, I heard two of Dilasah"s friends talking together. Without doubt they supposed me asleep, and indeed it was very hot, and I should have been asleep but for some good jin that held my eyelids. The men talked, and spoke of the morrow"s feast, at which they would be guests, and one said that it would be a merry feast, and when it was ended no man would be in doubt as to who was chief of s.h.a.gpur.
And both chuckled at this, and shortly after went away, and peeping through my lattice I beheld them that they were minions of Dilasah. For this reason have I come to warn you; without doubt mischief is intended."
"I thank thee, Dinga Ghosh," said Ahmed, "and be sure that my father will reward thee when he comes back."
"Salaam, hazur," said the Hindu, and went away as secretly as he had come.
Ahmed had no longer any doubt that he must go; s.h.a.gpur was no longer safe for him. He had no scruples about leaving his father"s household; Dilasah would never dare to molest them, in face of public opinion.
There was nothing to detain him. But, as he had told Ahsan, he would never slink out of the place furtively like a dog in fear of a whipping.
No doubt if he pleased he might slip down over the wall in the night. He would not use that way, but go openly and in broad daylight through the gate.
Next morning, therefore, he told the chief"s family of his resolve.
"It is wise, Ahmed-ji," said Meriem; "but we are loath to lose thee. Yet it is the part of a good son to do what may be done for his father, and we shall love thee the more if thou bringest back our lord in safety.
But I fear lest Dilasah will not let thee go."
"Wah! He will be glad to be rid of me," said Ahmed.
"Not so. Does he wish our lord Rahmut to return? Will he feel safe if he live in fear that thou mayst return one day, perhaps after many years, and become in very truth lord of s.h.a.gpur? Nay, Dilasah would fain kill thee while thou art yet a boy; it will not be so easy when thou art a man."
"Nevertheless, O pearl, I will go, and Dilasah shall not stay me."
He bade farewell to the ladies and their daughters, left them, and went immediately to saddle his horse. A Pathan starting on a journey needs but little equipment; his horse, his weapons, a trifle of money, a wallet of food--with these he is ready. A few minutes after he left the women he rode boldly from the courtyard towards the gate. He was surprised to find it closed, and in charge of a new gate-keeper.
"Where is Ahsan?" he demanded sharply.
The man replied that Ahsan being sick, he had been sent to take his place. Ahmed immediately grasped the situation. This was Dilasah"s first move; he meant to make sure that his invited guest and victim should not escape him. Luckily Dilasah"s house was at the other side of the village; Ahmed felt that he had perhaps a few moments to spare.
"Open the gate," he said to the new gate-keeper.
The man hesitated; clearly he had his orders. Instantly Ahmed"s knife flashed before his eyes. There was no escape for him, with Ahmed above him. Haltingly he moved towards the gate, trying to gain time. Perhaps Dilasah or some of his friends would arrive before Ahmed had pa.s.sed through. There were men and children in the street, and Ahmed heard them calling to one another; no doubt, unless they were in the secret, they were surprised at seeing the young chief leaving the village on the very day of the feast. The news would soon fly through the place.
"Quick!" cried Ahmed to the gate-keeper, "or you are a dead man."
The man cringed, and drew the bolts. Ahmed, his knife in one hand, leant forward and with the other pulled open the ma.s.sive structure, which creaked on its hinges. Seizing the opportunity, the man slipped aside and ran up the street shouting for a.s.sistance. Ahmed walked his horse quietly through the gateway. He heard cries behind him; it would take a minute or two for hors.e.m.e.n to saddle up, mount, and follow, and there were few horses within fifty miles that could match his Ruksh in speed--the arab he had trained to come at his call, and to kneel down at a word. Some one might shoot at him from the wall, but he must take his chance of that; he disdained to run while he was yet in sight. He turned his horse towards a hill a quarter of a mile away, and did not set him to a trot until he had rounded the shoulder and the village was hid from him. Then he rode on for half-a-mile until he gained a spot whence the walls again came into view. Turning his head, he saw a dozen hors.e.m.e.n pouring through the gate. It was time to be off. With a touch upon his flank and a word in his ear the horse broke into a gallop. Even with a heavier burden than his master the arab could outpace any horse in the village, and under Ahmed"s light weight he would, barring accidents, easily distance the pursuers.
Ahmed had purposely chosen a track that wound along at the base of the hills, for the undulations of the country would baffle the pursuers, who could not press on at their utmost speed for fear of a fall. Every now and then he had to pull in his horse to avoid a stumble, and his care enabled the enemy for a mile or two to keep him in sight. They could not circ.u.mvent him, for he knew every foot of the hills, and could turn off in any direction at need, with perfect confidence in his ability to elude them. They were bound to follow in his tracks. So for some time the chase continued, the distance between pursuers and pursued scarcely varying. At length Ahmed, feeling that the hills had served their turn in tiring the horses of Dilasah and his troop, swept down into the plain and gave Ruksh his head. The gallant animal flew on at a bounding pace.
In half-an-hour the pursuers were hopelessly distanced. Coming to a point from which he could see a long stretch of level ground behind him, Ahmed pulled up, turned in his saddle, and narrowly scanned the course of his flight. There in the far distance were his pursuers, but riding the other way. They had given up the chase.
CHAPTER THE SEVENTH
Jan Larrens
It was early morning when Ahmed, riding through the level plain, among gardens which, though it was autumn, still scented the air, came to the cantonments outside the walls of Peshawar. What he saw filled him with amazement. The ground was studded with tents, amid which soldiers of all races--tall bearded Sikhs, active little Gurkhas, red-coated Englishmen--swarmed like bees in a hive. And there in the distance he sees a lady galloping, followed by a sais, and she is not veiled, as were all the women in s.h.a.gpur, save those of low caste; Ahmed had rarely seen the faces of Rahmut Khan"s wives for a year or two. And here comes a carriage drawn by two horses, and in it are a lady, she too unveiled, and a Feringhi man in spotless white clothes. And as it dashes past him, the lady turns to the officer at her side and says--
"What a fine-looking young fellow! Who is he, Fred?"
"He? A Pathan from the hills, Alice, and a most accomplished brigand, you may be sure."
Ahmed hears the words, and though he does not understand them, they set him thrilling with a strange excitement. Long-forgotten scenes are coming back to him; he remembers ladies just like this one--ladies who used to speak in the same clear low tones, and men, sometimes in red coats, sometimes in white, who used to dance him up and down on their knees. His brain was in a whirl; recollection came to him like the dim remembrance of things seen in dreams. These were people of his blood--and he was a stranger among them.
He rode on dizzily, and entering the Kabul gate, found himself in a wide street, thronged with folk of every race of the borderland. The size of the place staggered him; s.h.a.gpur was a kennel compared with it. How could he find his way about this huge town? And among so many people, what place could there be for him? He knew not which way to turn, and as for seeking an interview with the great sahib, Jan Larrens, of whom he had heard, his heart sank at the mere thought of it. The speech he heard around him was not his speech; he began to fear lest he should be unable to make the least of his wants understood. But catching sight by and by of a man in the chogah of the hill-men, he rode up to him eagerly, and asked him where he might find a serai in which to stable his horse. To his joy the man answered in his own tongue.