Zuleika and the Barbarian

Chapter Six

For centuries Kansbar, the genie who protected Dariyabar, had considered who his enemy might be. An enemy who worked subtly and skillfully to destroy all that his first master, Prince Sinbad, had built. Now he knew. Keket, his own niece. She had been but an infant when his brother had entrapped Kansbar in his bottle and thrown it into the sea. Unfortunately, like her father, Keket believed what she chose to believe, neglecting the truth that stared her directly in the face. And Golnar was her daughter. Keket would not take lightly that chosen child's betrayal.

Poor Golnar. Her heritage was as much magic as it was human, but other than love potions, elixirs, and creams to preserve her great beauty, she knew nothing, nor did she understand. Her human heritage would eventually take over entirely. Golnar wanted power. Knowing she could gain it by using her body, she was fully prepared to do so. Not to destroy Dariyabar, but to have it for herself. She was quite a simple creature. He had long ago sworn to protect this kingdom. They were bound together as one entity. He would not fail in his duty even if it meant using this foolish child of his vengeful niece to gain the victory. But, he would protect Golnar from her mother's wrath. The girl was more to be pitied than scorned.

Kansbar had the ability to appear outside of his bowl, and now he did so, almost filling the bedchamber where the princess and her husband lay sleeping, their arms about each other. For a brief moment he allowed himself to be touched by the sight of them, but then his voice boomed out, 'Awake, Zuleika and Amir! Awake!'

His voice fiercely penetrated their dreams. The couple awoke, sitting up against the pillows and staring surprised at him.

'Kansbar, I do not believe I have never seen you outside of your bowl,' Zuleika remarked. 'You are a most impressive genie.'

'You have grown too used to thinking of me as small, my princess. The time has come for you to see that my power, as well as my great size, are related. What you see is but half the size I can attain, for your chamber constricts me. My lord Amir, are you quite awake now?'

'Will you always disturb us at our slumbers, Kansbar?' the khan asked, half-amused.

'Only in moments of danger, my lord khan,' the genie replied respectfully, 'and danger is near, in the presence of Golnar.'

'Do you see?' Zuleika demanded of her husband. 'Did I not warn you that the bitch would be a thorn in our heel?'

Kansbar actually laughed, and the sound shook the very rafters of the chamber. 'You are jealous, my princess. You should be. The wicked wench means to seduce the khan, and bear his heir, thus supplanting you and any child you would have. I have discovered this night that Golnar has a magical heritage which might help her in her nefarious plot, had I not learned of it.'

'I will kill her myself!' Zuleika declared. 'I will slit her throat from ear to ear! Then I will drink her blood!'

Again, Kansbar laughed. 'Which is stronger, my princess? Your desire to protect Dariyabar, or your jealous love for the khan?'

'Both!' Zuleika cried, but she blushed at her bold admission.

The genie chuckled knowingly. 'For now, you love him more,' he told her, 'but that will pass. You will never, I know, betray Dariyabar. It is your son who will inherit one day. Your blood, the blood of Sinbad that will flow in the veins of future sultans of Dariyabar.'

'And my blood,' the khan interjected.

'Oh, yes, mighty khan, your blood as well, but not the blood of Golnar, daughter of my niece who is half-genie, and half-fairy. Hear now my story, for it has been many centuries since I have told it, or anyone has known of it, or remembered it. Long ago my brother fell in love with a mortal princess, but she was afraid of him. She did not love him in return. This princess begged my help and I gave it to her, keeping her safe from my brother. He, however, mistakenly believed that I too was in love with this fair mortal. He thought that if I was no longer in his way, the princess would love him. So he entrapped me in a bottle, threw it into the sea, and imprisoned the princess in his palace. The gods, however, were with me. I floated within a relatively short time up onto this shore where I was found and released by Prince Sinbad. I offered him three wishes in exchange for my freedom.'

'I have always wondered what he wished for,' Zuleika interrupted.

Kansbar actually smiled with the memory. 'He was a most unusual mortal. For his first wish, he asked me to build him a city right there upon the seashore. I did. His second wish was for a fleet of merchant ships, for he knew that wealth and prosperity were the key to his city's success. I granted him his desire, and waited anxiously for his third wish. I expected him to ask for gold, or other riches in abundance, but instead he requested that I remain always as the guardian of Dariyabar, keeping it safe from its enemies and remaining a friend to his descendants. I could not refuse him. I am bound by my sacred oath, an oath all genies take when their powers are granted to them.'

'I realized, however, that my prince must take a wife, and sire an heir. In his dreams I brought him the princess that my brother coveted. They fell in love. So I transported her on a magic flying carpet from my brother's palace to Dariyabar, where they were married, and lived happily ever after. But my brother, still believing that I had stolen the princess for myself, complained to the Great Genie, who is lord over us all. The Great Genie listened to his tale, and then asked for mine. When he learned that my brother had imprisoned me in a bottle and thrown it into the sea, the Great Genie became enraged. It is against our own laws to act against a fellow genie in so cruel a manner. To punish my brother, the Great Genie took back his powers. My brother, embittered, told our family that I had stolen his powers after escaping from the bottle in which he had imprisoned me. My niece, Keket, who is half-fairy, grew up believing this. It is her daughter, Golnar, raised in her mortal father's household, who is to be the instrument for my brother's family's revenge in the manner in which I have told you.'

'Then Golnar must die,' Zuleika said.

'No,' Kansbar replied. 'She is my own blood. I cannot allow it, but instead, listen to my plan. The khan will appear to fall into her trap. He will go to her bed, and when he has had his pleasure of her, Sabola will follow him, and then one hundred hand-picked men from the khan's troops will enjoy Golnar's favors. Neither the khan nor his general will conceive a child with her. That, I promise you both. But Golnar will indeed bear a child from that night of lustful delights and diversions. Whose child it is she will never know, but it will not be either the khan's, or his general's.

'And after that night she will be sent from Dariyabar as wife to a merchant of Samarkhan. She will seduce him. He will believe the child is his. He is childless, and will welcome a son or a daughter to bear his name. Golnar wants but riches and power, unlike her mother, who seeks revenge. I shall give this daughter of my niece what she so desperately desires, and protect her from Keket.'

'But will your niece be satisfied that you have thwarted her, Kansbar? Will she be content to leave Dariyabar in peace at last?' the khan asked the genie.

'In the matter of my niece,' the genie answered, 'I must go to the Great Genie, and seek his advice. Keket and her daughter are the last of my brother's descendants.'

'I don't know why my husband must allow himself to be seduced by that wretched girl,' Zuleika grumbled, glaring at the protector of Dariyabar. 'Why not just send her off with this merchant?'

'Golnar must be disabused of any notion that her child can rule Dariyabar,' the genie said. 'She is a sensual female. Once she has attained her goal, or believes she has, it will not be difficult to introduce her to a night of a hundred lovers,' the genie said.

'Nonsense! You seek to break her spirit, Kansbar! You seek to convince her that she has entertained so many randy cocks that she cannot be certain who her child's sire is! You want her grateful to have a rich merchant as a husband. You will, I have not a doubt, point out to her the advantages of giving this man a son, and ruling his household. You will appeal to her vanity, her greed, and her lust for power. But why do you need my husband and Sabola for your plan?' Zuleika demanded.

'She must be lulled into complacency, my princess, and only the khan can do that. I am sorry, but it must be as I have told you if we are to succeed.'

'We might watch together from a balcony while my soldiers use her,' the khan suggested softly, licking the delicate curve of his wife's dainty ear. 'You would like that, Zuleika, wouldn't you? You will see your revenge against this bold creature, and enjoy it.' He kissed the ear.