Bianca: The Silk Merchant's Daughters

by Bertrice Small

  “I can,” Amir said. “Would you like me to use one of my own ships to transport the gold, my lord? I should gladly give you the loan of one.”

  “I would! You are generous, Nephew,” the sultan said.

  “Nay, my lord, I am a practical man,” Amir told him. “Load the gold in Bursa. Captain Mahmud and I will sail from there rather than riding overland. It will be safer.”

  “If you think that is best, Nephew,” the sultan said to him, “then do it. I will see that the treasury sends the gold to Bursa.”

  “If you have no further need for me, then, my lord, I will return home to inform my wives that you have entrusted me with a mission. They need know nothing more, but I would not have them worry,” Amir said.

  His uncle nodded, and waved him away. The prince hurried from the sultan’s presence and three days later returned home to his overjoyed women, who had been genuinely frightened. They were full of questions as to why Bayezit had called upon Amir, and when they learned he was to go to Rhodes, his wives were none too pleased.

  “You will be gone for several months,” Maysun complained. “If you are charged by the sultan with trying to bring your father to reason, you must remain long enough with Prince Jem so that you can be said to have tried, but not so long that suspicions are cast upon you and it is suggested that you are plotting with your father. I do not like this. I do not like it at all. Why can the sultan not be satisfied that you are not your father, or your father’s man? This task your uncle sends you to do for him appears to be a trial of sorts. You are being tested once again, although you have done nothing to warrant it.”

  “And it is a fool’s errand,” Shahdi chimed in. “Your father cannot be moved, and everyone in the world knows it. Someone who has influence with the sultan is playing a wicked game. Who is your enemy, my lord? Do you even know?”

  “This is a woman’s trick,” Azura said quietly, and they turned, surprised once again by her grasp of Ottoman politics. “Amir has done nothing that would, that could, that should arouse anyone’s suspicions as to his loyalty to the throne, to his uncle, the sultan. But a woman, ambitious for her son, would be distrustful of him.

  “He is the Conqueror’s oldest male grandchild. His has a legitimate claim to the Ottoman throne one day. Yet he eschews politics, will not accept a position governing for the sultan, does not lend his sword to the continuing conquest of the empire. He lives quietly, amassing wealth, and without children who could be used against him. Why does he do this? What motives are behind this behavior? Does he hope one day to seize the throne when Bayezit’s three living sons are involved in a fight for it?

  “A man like that is indeed to be looked upon with suspicion by certain folk. You must test him constantly. Force him to reveal his true motives,” Azura said. “And when you have done so, then you must destroy him and wipe all evidence of him from the face of the earth, and from the minds of the people. In that way you protect your own interests, and those of your son. Who among the sultan’s kadins would have that kind of influence with him, and would do such a thing?”

  “Besma,” Amir said without hesitation. “She is Ahmed’s mother. She is believed to have seen to the murder of my uncle’s eldest son by another of his wives. Now it is her son who is the eldest. She is determined that he follow in his father’s footsteps.”

  “She is determined that her son rule,” Shahdi said drily. “She would murder the sultan if she believed she could accomplish it and put her boy on the throne. I wouldn’t be in the least surprised if Azura wasn’t correct about the bitch.”

  “We must protect our husband from this plot,” Maysun said.

  “There is no plot that I can see,” Amir said. “You are allowing your imaginations to run away with you. Sending me personally to deliver the first payment for my father’s upkeep to the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaliers in Rhodes is my uncle’s way of showing courtesy to these men. It is an elegant gesture and will not go unnoticed. Remember that the reputation of the Ottoman in the Christian world is that of a barbarian. My uncle would have us more than just feared. He wants the respect of others, and good manners will go a long way to helping erase the notion that we are savages. That I will also attempt to turn my father from his path of destruction will not be considered unusual for a loyal servant of Sultan Bayezit.”

  “I still think you are being tested,” Maysun insisted, and Shahdi nodded in agreement but kept silent.

  “When will you go, my lord? Tell us of your plans,” Azura said, attempting to turn the others away from their concern. She was not certain that they were not correct, but she could see that Amir did not wish to believe it. He was an honest man of ethics, preferring to believe that those he dealt with were also. He was wrong, of course, and they would have to protect him. Azura had listened carefully at her father’s table when he discussed his business with her mother. Human nature was not always as straightforward as Amir himself was. But if there was a plot, there was little any of them could do except hope the prince’s honest behavior proved his detractor wrong.

  He told them he would send for one of his own vessels and sail to Bursa. Once the gold was loaded aboard and Captain Mahmud joined them, they would depart for Rhodes. Krikor, his personal servant, would travel with him. The women spent the next few weeks preparing Amir’s wardrobe. He must look every inch the Ottoman prince he was to both honor the sultan and impress the Knights Hospitaliers, most of whom were nobles from their own lands.

  While treating Maysun and Shahdi as kindly as he always had, Amir wanted to spend as much time with Azura as he could. Her very presence in his life each day gave him a peace and strength he had never known. He had not loved any woman until her. The knowledge that they would be separated for many long weeks actually gave him physical pain. He would have taken her with him if he could have, but he realized the seriousness of this mission that he had been entrusted with by his uncle.

  Arriving at a great Christian stronghold with a woman would have but given truth to all the evil thought of his world. Not that the Knights Hospitaliers did not have their own mistresses installed on the island to see to their needs and keep them company. He would put aside his own wants in favor of his uncle’s when he traveled to Rhodes for the sultan; but while he remained at the Moonlight Serai he would enjoy the company and the favor of his beautiful Florentine wife.

  He loved it best when they lay together alone and naked. The chamber in which he slept was a simple room, square in shape, with a few simple pieces of furniture. The bed they shared was a thick mattress covered in black silk set upon a low raised platform of ebony. Seeing her creamy flesh upon the dark fabric and her long, soft black hair almost obscured upon the cloth kindled his desires. Had she been anyone other than who she was, the tenderness with which she loved him would have left him helpless. Instead it gave him a strength such as he had never known.

  They kissed slowly at first, lips firm yet soft, enjoying the sensation of a gentle beginning that more often than not grew into fiery passion as lips moved from mouths to pulses beneath the skin of a throat, to a wrist, to the shadowed valley between her breasts or above his beating heart. Hands caressed heated flesh, teasing at nipples, stroking a belly, fondling a buttock. Her fingers cupped the cool pouch that contained the jewels of his sex, cuddling them in her warm palm until he whimpered with his growing need.

  Her mouth suckled upon his throbbing cock as he had long ago taught her to do. Her tongue licked the great length of him until he thought he might burst with his need to possess her. His fingers explored between her nether lips, brushing against the moist flesh, finding and playing with the sensitive gem of her womanhood until she cried out with the pleasure he gave her. They had learned to prolong the culmination of their union because both Amir and Azura had quickly discovered that enough was never enough for either of them. Their passion for each other seemed to grow greater with the passin
g of time rather than fade with familiarity.

  Now on this night before his departure she lay beneath him gasping with delight as he pushed slowly into her tight sheath. “Oh yes, my love!” Azura cried, encouraging him onward. “Yes!” She wrapped herself about him tightly. He filled her, and she struggled to implant every bit of this memory deep in her consciousness for those months ahead when she would be without him.

  “I want to go deeper,” he growled softly in her ear. “Unlock your limbs and let me guide us, beloved.”

  She complied, and when she had, he gently pushed her legs as far back over her shoulders as he could, then drove himself into her eager body. Azura gasped as he began a fierce rhythm, moving himself deeper and harder with each ferocious thrust of his loins. She was quickly overwhelmed with her need, and cried out with pleasure, but he did not cease moving faster and faster and faster upon her. A second wave began to arise within her. He sensed it, and slowed himself to a stop, the better to prolong their passion. Azura felt his lust pulsing strongly and tightened her sheath about him.

  “Witch!” he groaned as he once again began to pump himself within her.

  They had never before attained quite the perfection they did this night. Azura screamed softly as his juices exploded, flooding her with his loving tribute. She didn’t know whether she was conscious or unconscious. She soared. She flew. He groaned and shuddered in her arms, burying his face in her perfumed hair as her legs fell to the mattress weakly and she wept with the joy that they had just shared. He kissed the tears from her cheeks.

  Chapter 17

  When he had caught his breath once more, he wrapped her in his arms and slept. There were no words necessary between them now. She awoke several hours later and returned to her own bedchamber, but she did not sleep again, arising even before Agata, hurrying to the baths and then dressing herself quickly so she might be able to see him depart. When she returned to her chamber to dress, both Nadim and Agata were awaiting her with her garments. They had chosen one of her favorite colors. Peach.

  On the portico of the little palace Prince Amir bade his three wives farewell. Maysun demanded that Krikor make certain his master was kept warm on the sea voyage. Shahdi advised him to be cautious dealing with his father and the Knights Hospitaliers. Azura, however, kissed him tenderly as she gazed into his eyes and said, “Come back to me safely, my dearest lord. Each day we are parted will be like a hundred years for me.”

  “Each night I am without you will seem like a thousand years,” he murmured in return. “I love you, beloved. Remember that you have my heart in your keeping.” He kissed her gently. Then he turned abruptly and, with Krikor at his heels, departed.

  Standing together, the three women watched as the two men descended to the beach, where a small boat stood ready to take them out to the anchored vessel in their cove. They saw Amir reach the ship with Krikor and go aboard. They heard the drum of the slave master who kept time for the galley slaves start to beat, and saw the oars of the prince’s transport begin their rhythmic movement as it pulled away and out of the little harbor. Then, as if some silent signal had been given, Prince Amir’s three wives began to weep, but just as suddenly broke into laughter at their common behavior.

  “What a fine trio we are.” Maysun said with a chuckle. “If we were the sultan’s wives we would have to contend with his always being away conquering some place or other.”

  “That is why it is better to have a merchant for a husband, and not a sultan,” Shahdi added.

  “Some merchants travel all the time,” Azura said. “I’m glad Amir does not, but I will miss him. He told me he will be gone for several months.”

  “We will survive,” Maysun said in practical tones. “We did when he was living in Florence for those few years.”

  “Just where is this island of Rhodes?” Shahdi asked. Both she and Maysun had little formal education.

  Azura, however, did have education, and she asked Ali Farid to find them a map so she might show her companions where their husband was now going.

  * * *

  The prince’s ship moved quickly from the Black Sea into the Bosphorus, then into the little Sea of Marmara, reaching Bursa in just a few days’ time. Captain Mahmud was awaiting Prince Amir. The sultan’s treasury had delivered the forty-five thousand pieces of gold. It was counted out before Amir by a treasury official in a small dockside shed, and then the bags were loaded upon his vessel for transport to Rhodes.

  They set sail immediately, passing through the Dardanelles and into the Aegean Sea, keeping within sight of the coast at all times. They sailed past the islands of Lesbos, Khios, Samos, and Kos. Amir was surprised that his ship traveled without an escort, but Captain Mahmud said that it was thought an armed escort would have drawn unwanted attention to the ship. It was believed that a ship belonging to Prince Amir’s merchant fleet coming out of Istanbul would not attract much attention. After all, it was the ships returning from the east that carried the richest goods, not those headed east. Of course, a sharper eye might have noticed the ship riding low with its heavy cargo, but they were not troubled with pirates, for which Amir was grateful.

  Shaped like the head of some ancient Spartan spear, the island came into their view at last. It was mountainous terrain, the heights covered in pine and cypress forests.

  The lowlands had enough flat land, where vineyards, orchards, and groves of olives were grown. The island’s coast was rocky and difficult, but the harbor at Rhodes, its main city, was deep and navigable.

  Over the centuries the island had been occupied and claimed by many cultures. Byzantium claimed it after the First Crusade, but its tenure came to an end almost two hundred years ago, when the Knights Hospitaliers claimed it for themselves, building a more modern city in the European style and surrounding it with strong walls. No one had been able to breach those walls, not even Prince Amir’s grandfather Mehmet the Conqueror. This was the sanctuary the sultan’s brother, Prince Jem, had chosen. Their ship anchored in the harbor.

  “I will go ashore, and formally announce your arrival to the Grand Master of the order,” Captain Mahmud said. “Do you speak French, Highness?”

  Amir nodded. “I can communicate with the Grand Master in several languages,” he replied. “Say I would like to come ashore today after our time at sea. He will assume I have a delicate constitution.”

  Captain Mahmud chuckled. “They are ferocious fighters and fierce sailors, this particular band of knights,” he remarked. “Yes, better to let them think you weak, Highness. ’Tis a clever ploy.”

  “See if they will allow you to speak with my father, and tell him I am here. He will understand why, and be annoyed,” Amir told the Janissary.

  “When did you last see your father, Highness, if I may be so bold?” the captain asked.

  Amir snorted. “I have not seen him since I was ten,” he replied almost bitterly.

  “I last saw my father when I was six and the sultan’s forces came from the sea to attack my village. They killed him and those who opposed them, carrying off the women and children. I was chosen to be sent to the Prince’s School to be educated and eventually become part of the Janissary corps,” Captain Mahmud responded. “A father sires you, but life shapes your character, and kismet brings you your good fortune.”

  “I cannot disagree,” Amir said. The Janissary captain’s story was not an unusual one. Many of the children taken, educated, and trained became valued civil servants for the sultan’s government. Though many were nothing more than simple soldiers, others used their education to advance themselves, gaining both wealth and rank.

  Captain Mahmud went ashore, returning a few hours later. The Grand Master, he said, looked forward to welcoming Prince Amir, who was invited to stay at the great stone castle that was the headquarters of the order. “I saw your father, Highness,” the captain reported. “He was surpris
ed that you were here but will be happy to receive you.”

  Amir chuckled. “Yes, I will wager he is indeed surprised that I am here. Well, let us go. Krikor! Is my finery suitable enough to impress?” the prince asked his servant.

  “You will bring honor to your uncle, my lord,” Krikor answered his master. He had dressed his master this morning in white and gold.

  They were rowed ashore, where a small honor guard of horsemen met them, escorting them to the castle. There Prince Amir met the man who was temporarily serving as Grand Master of the Hospitaliers, Henri-François Plessis D’Aubusson. The two men greeted each other cordially.

  “We are most honored to receive the sultan’s nephew into our midst,” the Grand Master said, bowing. He was a man of medium height with dun-colored hair and eyes. He wore a bright crimson tabard emblazoned with a white cross as an outer garment.

  “My master, Sultan Bayezit, is grateful for the generosity you have shown towards his brother, Prince Jem. My uncle wishes there to be only peace between them. The stipend is being off-loaded from my ship now. When you are ready Captain Mahmud will count the coins before you so you may see there is a full measure as promised.”

  The Grand Master was impressed. This young prince had great elegance and his manners were without fault. He was curious, however, and could not refrain from gaining an answer to something that he found odd. “Why are your eyes blue?” he said, and was then slightly amused to see Prince Amir’s dignity shaken before he recovered himself.

  “My mother had blue eyes,” he answered the Grand Master. “She was English.”

  “Ah, of course,” the Grand Master replied. “You will take a meal with me, I hope, Highness. But now you will want to see your father. I will take you to him myself. When you return home to Istanbul you will be able to tell Sultan Bayezit that his brother is being housed as befits his position.”