diamante. Her dark curls were brushed with fragrant oil and dressed with pearls; a gossamer veil shot through with gold and silver was placed on her head, a matching veil drawn across her face. Soft kid slippers covered in beaten gold were slipped upon her narrow feet.
'You are now ready, my lady,' the mosque's bath mistress said. Then she led India back out into a courtyard where Baba Hassan was awaiting.
'Come,' the chief eunuch said. 'We must now see the iman who presides over the women's mosque. I will translate for you.'
She was brought into the company of a white-bearded elderly man. While frail of form, his look was an intelligent and piercing one. Instinctively India bowed to him, and then stood silently, her eyes modestly lowered.
'The dey has chosen a beautiful woman, Baba Hassan,' the iman said. 'Does she understand why she is here?'
'I do, my lord iman,' India said before the eunuch could speak for her. 'I have come to accept Islam so my lord Caynan may wed me.'
Baba Hassan smiled silently at her carefully spoken Arabic.
The iman nodded. 'Had you ever heard of Islam before coming to El Sinut, my daughter? Our faith is an old one, though not quite as ancient as Christianity, and certainly not anywhere near as old as Judaism.'
'I knew of Islam, my lord iman,' India answered him. 'Do we not all worship the same God?'
'Indeed, my daughter, we do. Come, let us sit, and I will tell you of the five pillars of wisdom that are the strength of our faith.' They settled themselves upon a low divan, the chief eunuch standing behind them, and the iman continued. 'To be a good member of Islam, you must observe our creed in which we demand belief in God, his angels, his books, his prophets, and the last day in which all men will be judged. Our prayer is a simple one.
'There is no God but God, and Muhammed is the Prophet of God,' India spoke clearly. It was such a simple declaration.
'Angels, I know you believe in, having been raised in a Christian country. Our prophets are your prophets. Our holy books are called the Quran. We also recognize the scriptures of Abraham, the Torah of Moses, the Psalms of David, and the Gospels of Jesus Christ, all as revealed by God. The second pillar of wisdom is prayer. We pray five times daily. Upon rising, in early afternoon, in late afternoon, at sunset, and finally at night before retiring. The third pillar is alms giving. Like Christians and Jews we believe in charity toward those less fortunate than ourselves. The fourth pillar requires us to fast in the ninth lunar month, which we call Ramadan. Between sunrise and sunset we refrain from eating, drinking, smoking, and relations with our women. The fifth and final pillar of wisdom requires us to make a pilgrimage to the holy city of Mecca in our lifetime, if we can. These are things upon which our faith is founded, my lady. Will you accept them?'
'I will,' India answered him without hesitation.
'Then, my daughter, having now accepted Islam, you are permitted to wed the dey,' the old man said to her. 'Understand that while it is every man's duty to wed and procreate, marriage in our world is not a religious rite. It is a contract between two people. The dey will settle a bride price upon you which is yours, and yours alone. You must be obedient to his will, and his will alone, my daughter. If at any time he wishes to divorce you, he will say, 'I dismiss thee' thrice. Your bride price would go with you in that event. We do not however, approve of divorce, and discourage men from it.'
'What if a woman wishes to divorce her husband, my lord iman?' India asked, curious.
'Such a thing is not permitted,' she was told. The iman arose slowly from his seat. 'Baba Hassan, you will take the lady now to be wed. The chief iman of El Sinut is awaiting her arrival so he may witness this happy event.'
India bid the elderly cleric farewell, and followed after the chief eunuch. The women's mosque was next to the main mosque in the city. They had but to cross a courtyard half shadowed with afternoon sun. He brought her into the building to a small room looking out upon a garden. Azura was awaiting them, along with the dey and the chief iman.
The iman, Abd Allah, was a portly man with a no-nonsense air about him. 'Let us begin,' he said. 'You have settled a bride price upon the girl, my lord, and it is sufficient enough? Good!' He looked at India. 'You are willing to marry this man, my lady?'
'I am,' India replied softly.
'Excellent!' the iman answered with a smile. 'Very well. I will witness you pledging to one another. You may begin, my lord dey.'
Caynan Reis took India's hand in his. 'Azura will whisper the words to you when it is your turn,' he reassured her. Then, with a smile, he spoke his promise to her. 'I, Caynan, take you, India, as my lawfully married wife before God, and in front of this company, in accordance with the teachings of the Quran. I promise to do everything to make this marriage an act of obedience to God, to make it a relationship of love, mercy, peace, faithfulness, and cooperation. Let God be my witness, because God is the best of all witnesses. Amen.' His deep blue eyes looked directly into her golden ones as he spoke his vows.
India felt her cheeks grow pink. She was being married, and certainly in a manner she had never anticipated, or even expected. For a moment, tears welled up, and she wished her parents and her siblings were here with her. She was not unhappy with her decision, but she missed those she loved best. He squeezed her hand, and she focused upon his handsome face once more, smiling softly through her veil at him as she began to speak her own marriage vows to him.
'I, India, take you, Caynan, as my lawfully married husband before God, and in front of this company, in accordance with the teachings of the Quran. I promise to do everything to make this marriage an act of obedience to God, to make it a relationship of love, mercy, peace, faithfulness, and cooperation. Let God be my witness, because God is the best of all witnesses. Amen.'
'It is done then,' Abd Allah said with a broad smile. 'May I offer you my felicitations, my lord dey. We are pleased to see you take a wife at long last. May the union be fruitful, and may your wife give you many fine sons.'
'I will endeavor to see that she does her duty,' the dey returned with a broad smile.
'Come,' said Azura, taking India by the arm. 'We must return to the palace discreetly. The servants have been working all day to prepare your apartments. I think you will be pleased.' The two women entered their litter, Baba Hassan walking alongside of them. 'And you must visit the haremlik before sunset.'
'Why?' India asked her. 'I am not going to live there. Those women hated me before I married my lord. How will they feel now? I am content to let them remain in their part of the palace, and I will remain in my part of the palace.'
'The dey is not giving up his harem, India,' Azura said. 'It would be very unrealistic of you to believe he will cleave only to you. His appetite for female flesh is a strong one, and he indulges it daily. There will be times when you are unclean, or with child. You cannot ask him to suppress his desires in those times. It would be unhealthy for his juices to be so pent up. You are now the head of his women, and you must make peace with those silly, foolish creatures for the sake of your husband. His house must be a place of quiet and calm. Now, of the seven, Samara is the most dangerous. Be firm, but fair with her. She will not like you, but it may prevent her from mischief. If it does not, I will have her sold off. Nila is the clever one. She will act to her own advantage, but do not trust her. Mirmah, I believe, can be trusted. She is a gentle creature, and good-natured to a fault. As for the others, they are harmless, though some are sharp-tongued. I have chosen little gifts for you to give them this evening. Each is different, but none more valuable than the other, and they will recognize that.'
India sighed deeply. 'Very well,' she said. 'I will follow your advice, my lady Azura. In these matters you know better than I.'
Azura laughed. 'You are too young to isolate yourself, India. The harem
