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by Anne Herries


  her hand. He was her dog, less than dirt to her because he was

  not a proper man—but he was also useful. She held the power

  of life and death over him, could expose him as a traitor to his

  master if she chose—and so he reported everything that went on

  to Fatima.

  She would soon know what Suleiman intended for his new

  woman—and she would make her own plans accordingly.

  Chapter Four

  Eleanor was roused by the sound of a disturbance. She had

  been dreaming happily of a certain misty morning in England,

  when she had ridden out with her father, and was startled by the

  noise of screeching voices. Waking suddenly to the unfamiliar

  surroundings, she had wondered where on earth she was. As

  realisation dawned on her she was swamped with a feeling of

  intense unhappiness; then, before she could gather her thoughts,

  a very beautiful, dark-haired woman, dressed in a rich red tunic

  and pants embroidered heavily with silver and pearls, rushed into

  the bedroom.

  ‘How dare you tel your servant to keep me out?’ she

  demanded in excelent French. ‘No one tels me I may not enter

  anywhere within the harem!’

  Eleanor stared at her as the mists of sleep began to clear, and

  she remembered what Morna had told her the previous night.

  This must obviously be Fatima, Suleiman Bakhar’s favourite

  concubine—and she was clearly in a temper.

  ‘I believe you would not appreciate a visit from me without

  some warning?’ Eleanor replied in the same language Fatima had

  used. She lifted her head proudly and assumed the haughtiest

  manner she could. ‘While you are always welcome in my

  apartments, Fatima, politeness shows good breeding.’

  Fatima’s mouth opened in surprise. No one addressed her in

  such a manner! Had they dared, she would have ordered Abu to

  flog them. For a moment she could not speak, then her dark

  brown eyes narrowed to suspicious splits, and she was tempted

  to order this woman beaten, but caution held her back. Suleiman

  had only recently bought her, and he might notice if her skin were

  accidentaly marked.

  ‘Who are you?’ she demanded imperiously. ‘And why are

  you here?’

  ‘Because I was brought here much against my wil,’ Eleanor

  said, remaining calm despite her instant dislike of the other

  woman, ‘I have no wish to be in this place and would leave this

  minute if I could. Believe me, I am no threat to you, Fatima—nor

  would I wish to be. My only desire is to be returned to my

  home. I am the daughter of an English baronet, and my family is

  wealthy—they wil be searching for me even now.’

  Fatima’s dark eyes narrowed in suspicion, her lovely face stil

  reflecting sulen anger. ‘How do you know who I am?’

  ‘I have been told of Suleiman Bakhar’s beautiful favourite,’

  Eleanor said. ‘Who else would you be?’

  Fatima nodded. Put that way, it sounded like a compliment.

  She knew that the other women were afraid of her—and that the

  servant woman Morna was firmly on this upstart’s side. Before

  long, the women of the harem would start to take sides,

  especialy now that this Englishwoman had been given special

  status. They would believe that Fatima had begun to lose

  Suleiman’s favour, and once that happened they would not

  Suleiman’s favour, and once that happened they would not

  hesitate to folow a new leader. That could be dangerous for

  Fatima, for she had enemies who would use any chance to strike

  at her. Perhaps it would be wiser to get to know this woman

  better.

  ‘Tel your servant not to bar my way in future—but do not

  punish her. She wil be no use to you if she cannot work.’

  Fatima’s expression changed subtly. ‘I do not like to be

  thwarted, but if you truly mean that you do not wish to become

  Suleiman’s favourite, we may be friends. You are more my equal

  than any of the other women here. I am the daughter of a French

  nobleman and an Arab dancing girl. Until my father was lost at

  sea we lived in a beautiful vila in Algiers, then my mother was

  cast out and she sold herself to a master so that we could live. I

  was trained al my life to give pleasure to the man who would

  one day own me…that is why Suleiman sends always for me. I

  am the only one who realy knows how to please him. He wil

  never put me aside for another.’

  ‘I am very glad to hear it,’ Eleanor said immediately. ‘I have

  no wish to be bad friends with you, Fatima. Nor do I wish to be

  sent for in the way you speak of. Indeed, if you could help me to

  escape, I would leave the harem.’

  ‘That is impossible,’ Fatima said and frowned. ‘We can none

  of us leave here unless Suleiman grants us freedom.’

  ‘Does that ever happen?’

  ‘Sometimes…’ Fatima gave her a long hard look. ‘The

  Caliph would have freed Suleiman’s mother after she gave him a

  son, but she preferred to stay here and became his favourite

  son, but she preferred to stay here and became his favourite

  wife. They say he stil mourns her.’

  ‘Tel me more about her, please?’

  ‘Why do you want to know?’ Fatima’s mood altered once

  more. She would tel this woman nothing that might help her to

  secure Suleiman’s favour. ‘I have no time to talk with you. I

  came only to make sure you understood your place here…’

  Eleanor watched as the other woman left the room abruptly.

  It was clear that Fatima stil did not trust her; she probably

  imagined Eleanor was scheming to become Suleiman’s wife.

  ‘Forgive me,’ Morna said as she came in after the favourite

  had left. ‘I could not stop her bursting in on you. I told her you

  were sleeping, but she would not listen to me.’

  ‘It doesn’t matter,’ Eleanor replied. ‘Do not risk her temper

  again, Morna. Just ask her to wait one moment while you wake

  me—but it was unusual for me to sleep so deeply. What time is

  it? It feels as if half the day has gone.’

  ‘You were exhausted,’ Morna replied. ‘The refreshing drink

  you enjoyed last night was a tisane I made to help you pass a

  peaceful night. I knew that you needed rest or you might have

  lain awake al night thinking and weeping.’

  ‘That was a kind thought,’ Eleanor said, ‘but do not give me

  such a drink again unless I request it.’

  Eleanor had been sitting up against a pile of silk cushions, but

  now she put her feet to the floor, a feeling of hope and

  determination surging through her. She had been at the edge of

  despair when Fatima broke in on her so rudely, but for some

  reason the other woman had aroused her fighting instincts. She

  reason the other woman had aroused her fighting instincts. She

  was not going to be put down by Fatima or anyone else! Nor

  did she wish to be luled into a false sense of security by drugging

  drinks designed to dul her senses. She did not wish to be here

  and she would escape or win her freedom some other way if she


  could, but until then she would set herself to making what she

  could of her life.

  ‘Is it possible to have writing materials brought to me,

  Morna?’

  ‘Perhaps…but you would not be alowed to send a letter to

  anyone, my lady.’

  ‘It is not for writing a letter,’ Eleanor said. ‘I must have

  something to occupy my mind or I shal go mad. I thought that

  perhaps you would teach me the language and customs you have

  learned. I could write the words down and practise them when I

  am alone.’

  ‘I could bring you a slate and marker,’ Morna said. ‘We have

  them in the kitchens for noting down what is needed from the

  markets—but pen and paper would have to be authorised by the

  eunuchs.’

  ‘And how do we ask them for things?’

  ‘Fatima is usualy the one to approach,’ Morna said. ‘But you

  have been given rooms and a servant of your own…you might

  be given other things if you ask.’

  ‘Bring the slate for the moment,’ Eleanor said. ‘We can begin

  my lessons after I have bathed and eaten. What shal I wear?

  Surely I do not need al the garments I was made to wear

  Surely I do not need al the garments I was made to wear

  yesterday?’

  ‘Karin brought clothes for you earlier,’ Morna said. ‘She is

  the most important woman after Fatima…but much older. If

  Suleiman’s mother stil lived, she would rule over his harem until

  he took a chief wife, but Karin is one of the Caliph’s older

  wives. She was visiting with relatives yesterday, but you wil

  meet her later today. She wil explain many things to you, much

  better than I could, my lady.’

  ‘Very wel.’ Eleanor smiled at her. ‘It was very fortunate for

  me that you were here, Morna. At least I feel that I have one

  friend in the palace—one person that I may trust.’

  ‘I am happy to be your servant, my lady.’

  ‘I would rather that we were friends,’ Eleanor said and

  smiled. ‘We must try to help each other, Morna. If there is

  something I can do for you—you must tel me.’

  ‘I am always hungry,’ the old woman replied. ‘Al I ask these

  days is food to eat and somewhere to sleep. To serve you, my

  lady, is much easier than the work I was put to in the kitchens.’

  Eleanor nodded. ‘Then I shal see that you share my food—

  and if ever I am able to leave here, I shal try to take you with

  me.’

  ‘No, I do not wish to leave,’ Morna replied. ‘I have no life

  other than here. I am content to remain in the Caliph’s household

  until I die…there is nowhere for me to go now. I am too old. I

  should be forced to beg on the streets for my food.’

  Eleanor’s eyes stung with tears as she turned away. How sad

  that this woman’s life had been wasted in such a terrible way.

  that this woman’s life had been wasted in such a terrible way.

  Morna’s hopelessness made Eleanor even more determined that

  whatever was forced upon her, she would not let herself become

  enslaved…

  Suleiman spent the morning exercising with the Janissaries.

  After he had bathed and received a brisk massage from one of

  the eunuchs, he ate sparingly of dates and rice mixed with spiced

  lamb, then drank several cups of the rich dark coffee he enjoyed.

  The afternoon stretched emptily before him, and he felt the loss

  of his old teacher keenly. There must be other clever men, with

  whom he could share a pleasant afternoon, but Saidi Kasim had

  understood him so wel, and they had been friends. There were

  few within the palace that Suleiman could truly cal his friends—

  he could not even be sure of the loyalty of his half-brothers

  Bayezid and Hasan, for there was always rivalry between the

  sons of important men.

  Suleiman’s thoughts turned towards the woman he had

  brought to the palace the previous evening. She would have

  spent the morning with Karin, being taught how to behave in the

  harem, and what to expect of her new life. It was too soon to

  send for her if he expected her to please him as the other women

  did—and yet he wanted to speak with her.

  Al at once, Suleiman realised that he did not want her to be

  the same as the other women. He would send for her now and

  talk to her himself, explain that he would like to know her better

  before she became one of his concubines…no, perhaps his wife.

  before she became one of his concubines…no, perhaps his wife.

  Suleiman must marry soon and give his father the grandsons

  the Caliph longed for, and Eleanor was the only woman he had

  so far found that he deemed fit to be the mother of those sons.

  She had spirit and inteligence, and she would surely accept her

  fate if it were properly explained to her. He would tel her that

  she was to be honoured above al the other women, and that he

  would give her time to adjust to her new life. She had accused

  him of being a barbarian, but he would show her that she was

  wrong.

  He was pleased with himself as he summoned the eunuch and

  told him to send for Eleanor.

  ‘She is to be brought to me at once,’ he ordered. ‘There is to

  be no ritual of the bath—no special pampering.’

  The eunuch nodded and went away to execute his master’s

  orders, which were most unusual. Indeed, no woman had ever

  been sent for in such a manner. Suleiman always made his choice

  early in the afternoon and the woman was prepared for him in

  the time-honoured way—to send for her so abruptly must mean

  that she was to be punished. Which would please Fatima, of

  course.

  A little smile touched Abu’s mouth. It would not suit him if

  Fatima were to be displaced by this new woman. Fatima was a

  bad-tempered, spoiled cat—but she suited Abu. She believed

  she held the power, and he alowed her to dictate to him while

  she kept his secrets. It was an arrangement that gave something

  to them both—and placed both in equal danger. For if Suleiman

  ever guessed what sometimes took place in the secret places of

  ever guessed what sometimes took place in the secret places of

  his father’s palace, both Fatima and Abu would be put to death.

  So Abu would help Fatima to overcome the chalenge of this

  new woman—and Suleiman had unwittingly helped them by

  showing his displeasure in this way.

  Eleanor was fascinated as she listened to Karin talk of life in

  her country, teling her of simple family life and the way the

  common folk lived, which was very different from the noble lords

  in their rich palaces.

  The older woman had come to her after she had bathed,

  taking her into a secluded corner of the gardens so that they

  could talk in private. Speaking in French, which was the foreign

  language spoken most often in the harem, she had told Eleanor a

  little of the history of the Turkish Sultans and their Sultanas, and found her an apt pupil.

  ‘I have been told that you speak three languages,’ she said in

  her soft, musical voice. ‘And that you ma
y understand a little

  Arabic.’

  ‘I can read it a little,’ Eleanor said. ‘But I do not understand

  the language the other women speak…’

  ‘That is because they have so many different tongues and

  dialects and they have found their own way to communicate. The

  perfection of pure Arabic is only found in the written form, and

  that is what you have learned—but here you wil soon begin to

  understand what is being said to you.’

  ‘I have asked Morna to bring writing materials so that I can

  ‘I have asked Morna to bring writing materials so that I can

  write down the words and learn them when I am alone.’

  ‘But you must not spend al your time alone,’ the older

  woman told her. ‘You should learn to enjoy the pleasures

  offered you in this place, Eleanor. There are many more than you

  might imagine. Once you learn to relax you wil enjoy having

  sweet oils massaged into your skin, and it is pleasant to bathe in

  the pools—there are large pools both in the garden and inside

  the palace. Also you may have music lessons and you may learn

  to dance if you choose; it is good exercise and a skil that may be

  helpful to you. The other women wil be friendly towards you

  after I have spoken to them, and you may pass your time in

  playing games or helping each other to braid your hair.’

  ‘But what of my mind?’ Eleanor replied. ‘I have been used to

  study—is it possible for me to have books?’

  Karin frowned. ‘I am not sure if this would be permitted. I

  cannot grant you such a favour, Eleanor—you must wait until

  you are sent for—’ She broke off as she saw the eunuch striding

  purposefuly towards them. ‘Perhaps you wil not have to wait so

  very long…’

  She rose to her feet as the eunuch approached. ‘You wish to

  speak with me, Abu?’

  ‘The woman is to come with me!’

  ‘Now?’ Karin was startled. This was unheard of! Suleiman

  never sent such a message—unless he was very displeased. He

  must be angry with Eleanor for some reason. ‘Where are you

  taking her? Is she to be punished?’

  taking her? Is she to be punished?’

  ‘That is for Suleiman Bakhar to decide—he has sent for her.’

  Abu grasped Eleanor’s arm, puling her roughly to her feet.

  She stared at him haughtily as she felt his fingers dig cruely into

 

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