All the Sweet Tomorrows (53 page)

“Where is she?”
Niall’s pulses were racing madly.

“In the house of my brother, Kedar,” Hamal said.

“She has brought a ransom large enough to tempt the princess?”

“Have you heard nothing we have told you these past months, Ashur?
There is no ransom.”

“I do not understand then,” Niall replied.

“Your wife has come to Fez in order to encourage you in your escape from the princess. She could only enter the city as the member of a Fasi household so she and my uncle Osman devised a plan wherein she would pretend to be a slave girl and he would present her to my brother Kedar when he made his yearly visit to Algiers. This was done, and your wife came to Fez as a slave named Muna, in the harem of my brother Kedar.”

“Christ’s bloody bones!” The oath exploded from Niall’s mouth without warning, and Hamal looked nervously about him.

“Be silent, Ashur!” he begged the big man. “Do you not realize the danger we are all in because of this plot? If Turkhan learns what I have done we will both die, never matter that she loves us. Think of your wife, too.”

“ ’Tis precisely what I am thinking of, Hamal, for I am no fool to believe that a man who would sell his own brother into slavery would bring my wife to Fez out of the goodness of his heart. Kedar is not in on this little game, is he?”

“No,” Hamal replied low. “He believes her a slave, and has used her as such. She has, in fact, become his favorite, and there is talk that he will make her his only wife. I had planned to wait a little while longer in hopes that he would grow bored with her, but he grows more enamored of her with every day that passes. We no longer have the luxury of time.”

“The little fool,” he muttered low. “ ’Tis just the sort of thing that Skye would do to come after me.” He smiled softly. “Wait until you see her, Hamal. She is the most beautiful woman ever created, and of even greater import is her spirit. Her spirit is unconquerable! She is a great and gallant lady, my Skye!”

“She would have to have a strong spirit to survive with my brother. Kedar is not an easy man,” Hamal replied. “I spoke with your Skye two days ago in the shop of Yusef the goldsmith. How beautiful she is, though, I could not tell. She was properly muffled in a black yashmak. We will see her and my brother tonight, Ashur.”

“What?!”
Niall was surprised.

“Turkhan has decided to expand her trading empire, has asked my brother, Kedar, to come for the evening meal. He is allowed
to bring with him two women, and I expect that your wife will be one of those women. They will stay the night, and then in the morning Kedar and the princess will discuss business.”

“Is there any chance that I can speak with her?” Niall’s voice was hopeful.

“No, Ashur, my friend, there is no hope that you may speak with one another. Turkhan would be furious should any lovely woman speak to you, and Kedar is a fiercely jealous man.” He put a friendly hand upon Niall’s arm. “You will have to be very brave, my friend. It will not be easy to sit calmly paying court to Turkhan while Kedar is cared for by your wife.”

“How can I possibly behave normally seeing my wife in the hands of your brother, Hamal?”

“You have children, do you not, my friend? Think of them if you will not think of yourself and your wife. Would you orphan the babes who cannot remember you? Would you deny them both their parents? Your wife must bear you a great love to have dared this deception. How often have you told me of the insurmountable obstacles that you and your Skye overcame in order to be together? Before you destroy the small chance you have of being together once again think of what she has gone through for you, and do not let her sacrifice be a vain one, Ashur.”

Niall sighed. “Why are you helping me, Hamal? Is it merely so you may have Turkhan to yourself again?”

Hamal smiled at the question. “You are the first serious rival I have had for Turkhan’s affections, Ashur. None of the others mean anything to her. They are passing fancies, toys, simple amusements. You, however, are a different animal. I am not afraid of you, for I know that your heart is elsewhere and always will be, even if you are forced to spend the rest of your life among us. Were I certain that I might have rid myself of you by the usual harem means, I would have; but had any harm befallen you, I would have been under immediate suspicion. Though you know it not, I have twice saved your life. Turkhan’s pretty pets are a jealous lot, my friend.

“I love Turkhan, and I always have. Although Kedar does not know it, I went out of my way to bring myself to Turkhan’s attention three years ago. In the beginning I saw becoming her favorite as a means to gain my own place in this world. Kedar would never have shared our father’s wealth with me, and had I allowed him to see how really intelligent I am, he would have kept me beneath his thumb for all my days. I would have never been really free.

“When I came to the princess I intended to work my way into her favor, and eventually gain control of her wealth for myself. I am, in truth, the product of my brother’s upbringing. But I had had very little experience with women other than stolen kisses and fondlings of the slave girls in Kedar’s house. I was a virgin when I arrived in Turkhan’s bed; a fifteen-year-old boy who, despite his outward face of confidence, was in actuality quite terrified. What if I failed her, and she sent me from her forever?

“She was nineteen then, and very experienced. Experienced enough to know that I was untutored. She was gentle and kind, Ashur. She taught me to make love as the Turks make love, and I began to gain skill and faith in myself. I also fell genuinely in love with Turkhan.

“I still mean to have her wealth, and to run her trading empire. My time is almost near, Ashur, for when you leave her she will be devastated and turn to me for comfort. Then I will act, and become a free man once more, rid Turkhan of her harem, and make her my wife. That is how it should be. I will never take other women into my life, for she is all the woman I ever want, but I must be all the man she wants.”

Niall looked at Hamal with new respect. Until this moment he had believed him just a soft and kindhearted boy. Now he knew better, and it frankly surprised him. “How will you help us to escape?” he said, coming directly to the point.

Hamal spoke in a controlled voice. “It will take a few more weeks to complete my arrangements, but I plan that Turkhan shall insist that Kedar escort her personally from here to Algiers through the Taza Corridor, so the princess may see the route herself and visit the port city. That is when you and your wife shall both escape, for I am certain neither the princess nor my brother will travel without their favorites.”

Niall could feel himself trembling with excitement. Hamal made it sound so simple, so easy. How could he wait a few more weeks? His heart beat erratically, and he drew several deep breaths to calm himself. “I think that I need some of Rabi’s special brew,” he said to Hamal. “I am as eager as a virgin for her bridegroom.”

“Yes,” Hamal answered. “You must not betray us, Ashur, by any undue show of enthusiasm. Let us return to the palace now, and seek out Rabi and her sherbets. They will soothe you, and take the edge from your excitement. We will speak again, and I will fill in all the details that you must know.”

Back within his own chambers, Niall eagerly downed the special
fruit sherbet that old Rabi had made for him, his hands trembling as they clutched at the cup.
Skye!
Tonight he would see Skye! She knew that he lived, and she had, brave and bonny lass that she was, come to aid him. God’s bones, how he loved her!

Rabi noted his mood, and commented, “How excitable you are today, Ashur. What has made you so?”

“Hamal tells me that his brother will be visiting the princess tonight, and that we are going to be allowed to have the evening meal with them. I am excited that my lady Turkhan trusts me enough to allow me such an honor. I am also curious to see the brother of my friend.”

Rabi cackled and, standing above him, stroked his dark hair in a motherly fashion. “Indeed, my handsome charge, you are being allowed a very special privilege. Not only will Hamal’s brother be there, but his two beautiful favorites as well.”

“They cannot possibly rival my princess for beauty,” Niall said quickly.

Rabi cackled again, this time with delight. “You are falling in love with her, Ashur! It is good! It is good!” The old woman lowered her voice, and spoke confidentially. “Please her, and you will soon control her. Give her a child, and you will be master of this harem! Your fortune will be made, Ashur, and not even the gentle Hamal will surpass you in power!” She patted his arm, nodding wisely. “Rest now, my big one, and I will call you in time.”

He didn’t argue, sleeping easily for several hours before Rabi woke him and hurried him off to the baths. There, he allowed the elderly women who served as bath attendants to wash him, all the while enduring the hostile stares of the other young men in the harem. Turkhan kept about twenty males in addition to Hamal and himself. Most were of Mid-eastern extraction, but the princess did have a red-haired Venetian, two Greeks, a blond and over-muscled young Swedish boy who, like Niall, had been taken from a galley, a surly Russian, and two slender blacks from the forests to the far south. That they were jealous of him was very apparent. Since Niall had arrived the princess had spent much time with him, at their expense. They refrained from any open action now because they had already tried once to teach this upstart his place, only to have been badly mauled by the infuriated Niall. They had also been whipped by their furious mistress, and threatened with being sold off. More subtle means had been blocked by Hamal who, after their second attempt at poisoning Niall, had threatened to tell Turkhan if it happened again. That
would mean an excruciatingly painful death, and none was willing to risk that. So the men of the princess’s harem vented their frustration on Niall through verbal means.

“How does an Irishman fuck?” one of the Greeks said.

“Like a pig,” the other answered.

“No, my friend. Pork is forbidden a true believer, and our fair princess is a true believer.”

“Then he must fuck like the dog he is,” a dark-eyed Egyptian said.

Niall smiled pleasantly at the group of men. “I thought that only Greeks fucked each other like the dogs they are,” he said. “As for the rest of you,” and he looked mockingly at them, “you’ve nothing left to fuck with, impotent eunuchs that you are. No wonder that Turkhan prefers only Hamal and myself. Hell, my infant son had a bigger pizzle than any of you have.”

“If it weren’t for the potion that old witch gives you, Ashur, you wouldn’t even be able to get it up,” the Venetian snarled.

“Rabi’s potion but gives me extra strength to please my princess with, Ibrahim. Pity you’ll never again have the chance.” Then with another smile he walked out of the baths, leaving the others behind to fume with a rage they couldn’t exhibit lest they anger their mistress. Staring after Niall admiringly, the old bath women chuckled with glee at the exchange.

Rabi was awaiting him, and carefully rubbed musk oil into his sun-bronzed skin until it gleamed and shone with a rich color. Niall enjoyed sunning himself in the gardens, and the dark tan he had now achieved only made his marvelous silver-gray eyes more silvery. He walked and swam regularly, which had kept him from growing fat like several of the harem men who were content to loll about; but his big slender body was of late growing a trifle too lean, for his appetite had fallen off. Still, his bronze skin, dark hair, and silvery eyes combined with his basically sound body to insure his good looks.

Rabi handed him balloon-legged white silk pantaloons, the ankles embroidered with three-inch bands of gold threads, small pearls, and rubies. About his waist was fitted a belt of gilt leather, six inches wide, its rectangular buckle studded with rubies. Niall’s feet were shod in gold leather slippers with turned-up toes, and about his neck was hung a heavy gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant carved from a large dark red ruby that lay upon his bare chest. Upon both of his upper arms the old woman clasped wide gold arm bands. Niall felt somewhat ridiculous outfitted as he was, but he knew that it was the fashion here
in Fez as much as horsehair padding was in the clothing of European men at the courts of England, Spain, and France. Sipping at the sweet grape sherbet that Rabi had given him, he wondered if Skye would laugh when she saw him, but then he considered what she would be wearing, and felt his anger rise for a moment only to slide away. There was nothing that he could do about it.
Soon
. Soon they would be together again, and all would be as it once had been.

“You are the handsomest man I have ever seen,” Rabi said admiringly as she brushed musk into Niall’s dark, wavy hair.

“They are a handsome pair,” remarked Selwa, the female eunuch who attended to Hamal. “Look to my little lamb, Rabi. Is he not magnificent tonight?”

Hamal grinned sheepishly as he burlesqued a twirl. He was as exquisitely garbed as Niall, but his pantaloons were of midnight blue silk, the ankle bands embroidered in silver and studded with tiny diamonds and sapphires. About his neck hung a silver chain with an incredibly opulent pendant, a quarter moon carved from a single enormous diamond with a long sapphire star hanging above it. His belt and his slippers were of silvered leather, both studded with sapphires and diamonds. Hamal was as fair of skin as Niall was bronzed with the sun, for Fasi men of the upper classes abhorred sun on their skins, thinking it a mark of the peasants.

“Come, Ashur,” Hamal said. “We cannot be late, as Kedar is always on time.” He grinned mischievously at the two old women as they departed the chamber. “Have a delightful evening torturing the other women as to the failure of their charges,” he teased Selwa and Rabi, and they chortled gleefully, indicating that was exactly what they intended to do.

“Is she here?” Niall asked Hamal nervously.

“Yes,” was the short reply, “but you must remember, Ashur, that you can show no recognition of your wife. Whatever happens you must show nothing except devotion to Turkhan. My brother is very, very possessive of his Muna. Let him catch you in so much as a glance, and he will destroy you himself. If either of you betrays the other I can do nothing to help you, nor will I even attempt to aid you. If you will not think of yourself you must think of her.”