wonderful wonderful wonderful to see you again…” she began, but he whispered, “Keep your voice down, Azadeh, there are ears everywhere and someone’s sure to misinterpret everything and lie again.” “Najoud? May she be cursed forever an - ”
“Shushhhh, darling, she can’t hurt us now. I’m the heir, officially.” “Oh, tell me what happened, tell me everything!”
They sat on the long cushion sofa and Hakim could hardly get the words out fast enough. “First about Erikki: the ransom is 10 million rials, for him and the 212 an - ”
“Father can bargain that down and pay, he can certainly pay, then find them and have them torn apart.”
“Yes, yes, of course he can and he told me in front of Ahmed as soon as you’re back he’ll start and it’s true he’s made me his heir provided I swear by God to cherish little Hassan as I would cherish you - of course I did that happily at once - and said that you would also swear by God to do the same, that we would both swear to remain in Tabriz, me to learn how to follow him and you to be here to help me and oh we’re going to be so happy!” “That’s all we have to do?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, yes,, that’s all - he made me his heir in front of all the family - they looked as though they would die but that doesn’t matter, Father named the conditions in front of them, I agreed at once, of course, as you will - why shouldn’t we?”
“Of course, of course - anything! God is watching over us!” Again she embraced him, burying her face into his shoulder so that the tears of joy would be dried away. All the way back from Tehran, the journey rotten and Ahmed uncommunkative, she had been terrified what the “conditions” would be. But now? “It’s unbelievable, Hakim, it’s like magic! Of course we’ll cherish little Hassan and you’ll pass the Khanate on to him or his successors if that’s Father’s wish. God protect us and protect him and Erikki, and Erikki can fly as much as he likes - why shouldn’t he? Oh, it’s going to be wonderful.” She dried her eyes. “Oh, I must look awful.”
“You look wonderful. Now tell me what happened to you - I know only that you were caught in the village with… with the British saboteur and then somehow escaped.”
“It was another miracle, only with the help of God, Hakim, but at the time terrible, that vile mullah - I can’t remember how we got out only what Johnny… what Johnny told me. My Johnny Brighteyes, Hakim.” His eyes widened. “Johnny from Switzerland?”
“Yes. Yes it was him; he was the British officer.”
“But how… It seems impossible.”
“He saved my life, Hakim, and oh, there’s so much to tell.” “When Father heard about the village he… you know the mullah was shot by Green Bands, don’t you?”
“I don’t remember it but Johnny told me.”
“When Father heard about the village he had Ahmed drag the kalandar here, questioned him, then sent him back, had him stoned, the hands of the butcher cut off, and then the village burned. Burning the village was my idea - those dogs!”
Azadeh was greatly shocked. The whole village was too terrible a vengeance. But Hakim allowed nothing to interrupt his euphoria. “Azadeh, Father’s taken off the guard and I can go where I like - I even took a car and went into Tabriz today alone. Everyone treats me as heir, all the family, even Najoud, though I know she’s gnashing her teeth and has to be guarded against. It’s … it’s not what I expected.” He told her how he had been almost dragged from Khoi, expecting to be killed, or mutilated. “Don’t you remember when I was banished, he cursed me and swore Shah Abbas knew how to deal with traitorous sons?”
She trembled, recollecting that nightmare, the curses and rage and so unfair, both of them innocent. “What made him change? Why should he change toward you, toward us?”
“The Will of God. God’s opened his eyes. He has to know he’s near death and must make provision… he’s, he’s the Khan. Perhaps he’s frightened and wants to make amends. We were guilty of nothing against him. What does the reason matter? I don’t care. We’re free of the yoke at long last, free.”
IN THE SICKROOM: 11:16 A.M. The Khan’s eyes opened. Without moving his head he looked to his limits. Ahmed, Aysha, and the guard. No nurse. Then he centered on Ahmed who was sitting on the floor. “You brought her?” He stammered the words with difficulty.
“Yes, Highness. A few minutes ago.”
The nurse came into his field of vision. “How do you feel, Excellency?” she said in English as he had ordered her, telling her her Turkish was vile. “S’ame.”
“Let me make you more comfortable.” With great tenderness and care - and strength - she lifted him and straightened the pillows and bed. “Do you need a bottle, Excellency?”
The Khan thought about that. “Yes.”
She administered it and he felt befouled that it was done by an Infidel woman, but since she had arrived he had learned she was tremendously efficient, very wise and very good, the best in Tabriz, Ahmed had seen to that - so superior to Aysha who had proved to be totally useless. He saw Aysha smile at him tentatively, big eyes, frightened eyes. I wonder if I’ll ever thrust it in again, up to its hilt, stiff as bone, like the first time, her tears and writhing improving the act, momentarily.
“Excellency?”
He accepted the pill and the sip of water and was glad for the cool of the nurse’s hands that guided the glass. Then he saw Ahmed again and he smiled at him, glad his confidant was back. “Good jour’ney?”
“Yes, Highness.”
“Will’ingly? Or with for’ce?”
Ahmed smiled. “It was as you planned, Highness. Willingly. Just as you planned.”
“I dinna think you should talk so much, Excellency,” the nurse said. “Go aw’ay.”
She patted his shoulder kindly. “Would you like some food, perhaps a little horisht?”
“Halvah.”
“The doctor said sweets were not good for you.”
“Halvah!”
Sister Bain sighed. The doctor had forbidden them and then added, “But if he insists you can give him them, as many as he wants, what does it matter now? Insha’Allah.” She found them and popped one into his mouth and wiped the saliva away, and he chewed it with relish, nutty but smooth and oh so sweet. “Your daughter’s arrived from Tehran, Excellency,” she said. “She asked me to tell her the moment you awoke.”
Abdollah Khan was finding talking very strange. He would try to say the sentences, but his mouth did not open when it was supposed to open and the words stayed in his mind for a long time and then, when a simple form of what he wanted to say came out, the words were not well formed though they should have been. But why? I’m not doing anything differently than before. Before what? I don’t remember, only a massive blackness and blood roaring and possessed by red-hot needles and not being able to breathe. I can breathe now and hear perfectly and see perfectly and my mind’s working perfectly and filled with plans as good as ever. It’s just getting it all out. “Ho’w?” “What, Excellency?” Again the waiting. “How ta’lk better?” “Ah,” she said, understanding at once, her experience of strokes great. “Dinna worry, you’ll find it just a wee bit difficult at first. As you get better, you’ll regain all your control. You must rest as much as you can, that’s very important. Rest and medicine, and patience, and you’ll be as good as ever. All right?” “Y’es.”
“Would you like me to send for your daughter? She was very anxious to see you, such a pretty girl.”
Waiting. “Late’r. See late’r. Go ‘way, everyone not Ahm’d.” Sister Bain hesitated, then again patted his hand kindly. “I’ll give you ten minutes - if you promise to rest afterward All right?” “Y’es.” When they were alone Ahmed went closer to the bed. “Yes, Highness?” “Wat time?”
Ahmed glanced at his wristwatch. It was gold and ornate and he admired it very much. “It’s almost eleven- thirty on Tuesday.” “Pe’tr?” “I don’t know, Highness.” Ahmed told him what Hakim had related. “If Petr comes today to Julfa, Fazir will be waiting for him.”
“Insha’Allah. Az’deh?”
“She was genuinely worried about your health and agreed to come here at once. A moment ago I saw her together with your son. I’m sure she will agree to anything to protect him - as he will to protect her.” Ahmed was trying to say everything clearly and concisely, not wanting to tire him. “What do you want me to do?”
“Ev’thing.” Everything I’ve discussed with you and a little more, the Khan thought with relish, his excitement picking up: Now that Azadeh’s back, cut the throat of the ransom messenger so the tribesmen in fury will do the same to the pilot; find out if those whelps’re traitors by whatever means you want, and if they are, take out Hakim’s
