Her heart was still hammering wildly, but she knew that she was expected to respond to such ardor. “What a wonderful day you have given me, my lord. First the bazaars, and now your loving. I am the most fortunate of women!”
“You do not mind that I have taken you before the others?”
“I prefer that our love be between us alone, my lord, but I am not ashamed to show it before the others. You will, however, make them even more envious of me than they already are.”
He rolled off of her and, standing up, pulled her up with him. His arm was wrapped tightly about her waist, her breasts pushing against his side. She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes never wavering, and Kedar wanted to ravish her once more where they stood, she excited him so. “The day is not yet ended, my jewel,” he murmured, and bent to kiss her slowly and tenderly. “I adore you, my fair Muna,” he said low, and then, releasing her, called to the others, “The games are ended, my pets. Return to the harem, all of you but Talitha and Muna.”
The women began trooping back into the house while the young eunuch sponged down his master with rosewater, and Dagan and Min’da removed the trappings of the games from Talitha and Muna. They then loosed the women’s hair, and after brushing it out, took a small portion of it from the center of their heads and braided it with a strand of small pearls. Kedar put an arm around both of his favorites, and they began to walk slowly back to his quarters. It seemed not to bother him that they were all nude.
“You have both pleased me greatly of late,” he said expansively, “and so I have a special treat for you. Today while you shopped in the bazaars I had a visit from my brother, Hamal. He brought with him an invitation to dinner at Princess Turkhan’s palace. The princess, it seems, has become interested in expanding her own trading empire. Right now she sends her goods to the coast via the services of others, but Hamal has convinced her that she should save a great deal of money if she had her own caravans. I would not have thought that my brother had a head for business, but it seems that he may. He has told her that if she would send her own people to the coast to buy and sell then I am the best man to speak with about it.
“Two days from now I am invited, and of course if I go for the evening meal then I am also invited to remain the night, for it would be too dangerous to travel the streets after dark. The invitation allows that I may bring two of my favorites with me to make my night a pleasant and happy one. I have chosen you two, Talitha and Muna.”
“My lord Kedar,” Talitha quickly spoke up. “How generous you are!”
Skye’s heart was pounding wildly, but she controlled herself so she might speak her gratitude also. “My lord Kedar, we are unworthy of such pleasure. How can we thank you?”
He stopped and, smiling down into her upturned face, said, “By giving me a preview tonight of the pleasures you will give me two nights from now. You and Talitha are perfectly matched with your white and gold skins. It would give me great pleasure to see you make love to each other before I take you both.”
For a moment Skye thought she had not heard him right, and then realizing that she had, the world began to crumble about her. She was tumbling back through the years to a time when she had surprised her first husband in an incestuous act with his sister Claire; and they had seen her; caught her and raped her. She had had a horror of any intimacy with a woman since then. It had been months in fact before she could even let her maid touch her. Now she was being faced with the thing in the world she feared most.
Talitha saw her turn her white face, and sensed instantly that something was very wrong. “My lord Kedar,” she said, “you know that I would not spoil your pleasure for the world, but I do not believe that Muna has ever made love with another woman. She is apt to be clumsy at first, unless, of course, you will excuse us for the next two days so I may school her to please you. It will be well worth the wait, I promise you,” she tempted him, and then bent and bit at his shoulder in a provocative manner, looking up teasingly at him from beneath her thick lashes. “Did the girl you took before you delighted me this afternoon please you? She is Muna’s maidservant, and really quite mad for you, my lord. She would keep you amused this night, I vow.”
Kedar licked his lips in anticipation. He was disappointed, but he knew that Talitha was right. It would be better if Muna had some knowledge of what would be required of her, and the little Berber savage had been a hot piece. She might prove an enjoyable one-night diversion. “Very well,” he growled, “but see you teach her well, Talitha.” He gave them each an affectionate pat on their bare bottoms. “Go to your own quarters, and send the Berber girl to me.”
“Of course, my lord, immediately,” Talitha murmured soothingly, and grasping Skye’s hand firmly, she hurried her off before Kedar could change his mind.
“I can’t do it,” Skye protested as they re-entered the harem. “I simply cannot do it!”
“You do not have a choice, Muna. I saw how horrified you were, and so I rescued you before you did something foolish like refuse Kedar. I know it still chafes at you, having once been a free woman, but you are no longer free. Kedar has the power of life and death over you, and you know that he is not an easy man. If he desires that we make love together for his amusement, then you have no choice but to obey him. Do not worry. I will show you what to do, and it will not be so terrible, I promise you.”
“No,” Skye said. “I would rather die.”
They had reached Skye’s chamber, and Talitha pulled her into the room, commanding Zada as she did so, “The master desires your company, fortunate one. Hurry lest you keep him waiting and displease him.” With a little cry of delight Zada ran from the room, and Talitha turned back to Skye. “Have you gone mad?” she snapped at her. “If it pleased Kedar to kill you he would do it so painfully that your last hours would seem like years. Are your childish scruples worth that, Muna?”
“Once,” Skye said in a small, tight voice, “once long ago, a woman forced me, and I wanted to die for the shame.”
Talitha sighed. So that was it. Muna had been raped by a woman at one time in her life. “It won’t be rape between us, Muna. It will be two friends seeking to give each other gentle pleasures, and nothing more. We are friends, aren’t we?”
“I cannot do it,” Skye whispered.
“You have to,” was the equally adamant reply. “Come.” Talitha put an arm about Skye, who instantly stiffened with alarm. “You will have to overcome your fears, at least to Kedar’s eye. What we do means nothing, Muna. Please try.”
“What will it be?” Skye asked.
“No more than a little kissing and caressing, Muna. Not really so awful. Let us sit down, and I will show you what is expected of us.” She drew Skye over to a low divan, and together they sat down amid the brightly colored cushions. Gently Talitha began to caress Skye, and it was all Skye could do not to scream with her revulsion. It was not that she disliked Talitha, but the memory of Claire O’Flaherty’s bestial abuse of her kept leaping to mind. She began to weep soundlessly, and seeing her tears, Talitha kissed them tenderly away. “There, my lovely friend, don’t weep. It is not so awful, is it? Women are far more considerate lovers than men, Muna.” She continued to speak gently to Skye for some minutes, all the while kissing and caressing her. Skye steeled herself against her embarrassment and distaste, finally admitting to herself that there simply was no other way. If she was to survive, if she and Niall were to escape safely from Fez, she must accept even this.
Talitha now began to instruct her as to what she must do, and without further protest Skye obeyed her friend. Only when they lay stretched out together on the cushions and Talitha lowered her head to kiss Skye’s Venus mont did Skye resist once more. “Oh, no, Talitha! Please not there!” Talitha pushed Skye’s hands away, and with a sigh Skye ceased her outcry, forcing her mind to think only of Niall Burke.
Finally Talitha said, “There! Now that was not so awful, and you were fine, Muna. Tomorrow we will practice a little more, and you must participate fully
then.”
“Talitha, I can force myself to stay still when you kiss and touch me intimately; but I will not be aggressive with you. I cannot; it is not my nature. I think women loving women is an unnatural thing.”
“For some women it is the preferred way, Muna.”
“Not for me,” Skye replied. “Not ever!”
“You prefer Kedar?”
“I prefer a man’s touch.”
Talitha laughed at the way Skye had avoided her question, but held her peace. “Let us eat the evening meal together after we visit the baths,” she said. “From the look in Kedar’s eye your Zada will not be back until morning, and I will wager he shortly sends for others, too. You would think that his little games in the mares’ meadow would exhaust him, but such things seem to increase his appetite rather than diminish it.”
It was a relief to Skye that after their initial session of lovemaking Talitha returned to her normal self. Uncomfortable as she was, she believed that now she had met and identified herself to young Hamal her stay in Fez would soon be at an end. Then she and Niall would be free, and returning to Ireland, to their children and a normal life. She wondered if she would see Niall when she visited Princess Turkhan’s palace in two days. More than likely, he would remain incarcerated behind the harem walls, and she would be kept locked with Talitha in a guest apartment. They would be so close, and yet separated. “But not for long,” Skye whispered to herself. “Not for long, my love.”
“What is it you say, Muna?” Talitha inquired of her.
“What?” Skye was drawn sharply from her reverie.
“You said something just now,” Talitha repeated.
“I did?” Skye shook her head. “I cannot remember,” she said, “and so obviously it was not important. Not important at all.”
Chapter 10
HAMAL led Niall Burke into the large gardens that were a part of Princess Turkhan’s estate in Fez. The gardens were the only place where the two men might speak without being overheard. No one followed them to listen, for Hamal was the most trusted of the princess’s slaves, and of late his companion had been far easier to manage. They strolled along a path of carefully raked marble chips, lined by tall, fragrant cedar trees. Ahead of them was a rose garden filled with brightly colored flowers. The sight of it reminded Niall of Skye, a thought he pushed from his mind. He could not afford to weaken now.
“Did your wife ever speak of her friend in Algiers, Osman the astrologer?” Hamal asked him suddenly, and Niall stopped in midstride.
“Yes,” he said hesitantly. “Why do you ask me?”
“Osman is my uncle, Ashur. Last year he came to Fez, which is his native city, in order to teach for a few months at the university. We spoke of you, and my uncle recognized who you were immediately. We decided then that you must be helped to escape. Do not cry out, my friend, but your wife is here in Fez. She is a brave woman, and from the moment she learned that you lived nothing would do but that she free you.”
“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 h
ad 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.”
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