she had relaxed her throat muscles, easing him deeper. She shuddered at the memory, wondering if all men's lances were as fleshy and as long as his had been. That was the difficulty with being both a princess and a virgin. So much more was expected of you than just an ordinary girl. Still Amir Khan would, she suspected, prove an excellent lover. He could not be otherwise. Finishing the melon, she reached for a small flaky crescent of bread that had been fried crisp, dipped in warm butter and honey, and then dusted with cinnamon. Wolfing it down she took another, and sipped from her goblet of pomegranate juice thoughtfully.
'What will you wear today?' Rafa demanded to know.
'Royal purple, or course,' Zuleika said, 'but I will not dress yet. When the barbarian is entering the city.'
'The sultan has sent no word that he wishes you to be at this particular interview,' Rafa answered her mistress.
'Nevertheless, I will be there. Do you think I want Haroun whispering in my father's ancient ear and ruining all my plans? Oh no! The princess of Dariyabar will be in the audience chamber when the barbarian enters it. My cousin may gnash his teeth, but my father will allow me to remain. He loves me in his own way, for I remind him of my dead mother. If Haroun attempts to thwart me, I need only bring up the memory of Jamila, and my father melts.'
'You are a very wicked girl!' Rafa scolded her. 'I do not know if your mother would approve of you at all.'
'Perhaps she would not,' Zuleika responded, 'but Jamila is not here, and I am. I must do everything in my power to protect both Dariyabar, and myself.'
'And the old sultan,' Rafa said softly.
'My father is Dariyabar,' Zuleika said. She arose from the table, and at that moment Bahira entered the princess's chamber.
'Good morning, Zuleika! I have come for all the gossip!' She plunked herself down upon a silk-covered sofa, eyes twinkling. 'I had the most amazing sleep last night,' she remarked innocently.
'Humph,' Rafa remarked, and then she muttered, 'Probably filled with lustful dreams too, Lady Bahira.' She gathered up the dishes from the table, and placing them on a tray went off, saying as she shut the door to her mistress's apartments, 'I will see what else I can learn.'
'You slept well because Kansbar cast a spell over everyone but Amir Khan and me,' Zuleika began. 'I went to his encampment, for I had a proposal to offer him. He is coming into the city today beneath a flag of truce, but he will not accept me as his concubine. He will ask for me as his wife, Bahira! And you are to be married to his general, Sabola! If he is as gorgeous as Amir Khan you will never want to leave your bed. I am Amir Khan's key to Dariyabar. Together we will vanquish Haroun, and my father may continue to live out his final years in peace and prosperity. When he is gone, Amir Khan will be sultan here.'
Bahira's blue eyes were thoughtful. 'It seems a foolproof plan,' she said slowly, 'but what if Haroun objects? He is greedy and ruthless, and as we know, both cunning and resourceful. He might be willing to let me go to a barbarian as wife, but not you, I think.'
'He will have no choice,' Zuleika said smugly. 'The barbarian lord does my father honor by offering to wed me, and not just accept me into his harem. Sultan Ibrahim is old, and he is forgetful, but his pride is still intact. I shall be in the audience chamber this afternoon, and you must be with me. I shall dress us both in the finest robes that I have, Bahira. We will impress the barbarians, for they have surely never seen our like.'
'What is
'He is a beautiful man, if indeed such a word can be used to describe a man. His body is magnificent, and when his lust for me became obvious I took his manhood in my mouth, and soothed it. It was much, much better than those dildoes we have practiced on all our lives.'
'What were his juices like?' Bahira leaned closer to her friend, her eyes wide with curiosity.
'Hot, creamy and salty,' Zuleika replied.
'And he caressed you?' Bahira's breath quickened.
'His hands were all over my breasts,' Zuleika responded. 'I cannot wait until we lay together, and really make love!'
'Tell me about his body,' Bahira begged.
'He is taller than any man I have ever seen. His chest is broad, and hairless. His waist tapers into his hips, which are narrow. When he turned I could see his buttocks were tight, and deliciously rounded. The nipples on his chest are perfect circles with deep rose-colored peaks. His skin is the palest gold in color, and while the flesh is firm, it is soft. His arms and his legs are muscled, and big, yet nicely formed. I thought his feet and hands graceful despite their size. The curls around his shaft are as black as the horsetail of hair that leaps from his shaven skull. I already desire him greatly.'
'Is his face a handsome one?' Bahira wondered.
'Yes, but not like Haroun. Haroun is almost pretty, but Amir Khan's face is strong and masculine. His eyes are dark, and his nose very straight, and his mouth big like the rest of him. When he speaks, his voice is both deep and rough. I find him exciting.'
'Did you see his general, Sabola?' Bahira queried.
'Nay, I did not, but I have yet to see an ugly barbarian,' Zuleika noted. 'As I walked to and from the city I saw their guards sleeping, and their features were very pleasing to my eye.'
Rafa returned with more information regarding the impending visit of Amir Khan. The barbarian would arrive with his general. Here Zuleika and Bahira exchanged a look that Rafa did not miss, but she continued on. They would come with but a dozen of their men. The gates to the city, however, were to remain open while the khan was within its walls.
'And my father agreed?' Zuleika was surprised.
'Prince Haroun convinced the sultan that the khan may be the enemy, but he is, like the sultan, a man of honor,' Rafa said.
'And where, I wonder, did he get that idea?' Zuleika remarked. 'What hour is he to arrive?'
'Three hours past the noon hour, my princess,' Rafa responded.
'Good,' Zuleika said. 'Then there is time for us to prepare ourselves, for Bahira is coming with me, Rafa. She will wear the emerald green robes, for the color flatters her. I shall have the robes that match my eyes. Royal purple brings out the softness in my skin tones.' She unwound the toweling from her hair, and a slave girl hurried up to brush the princess's tresses dry.
'Such foolish vanity!' Rafa snorted, but she began to fetch all that would be required so she might dress her princess and the vizier's lovely daughter. The two gowns were carefully laid out, along with matching slippers, jewelry, and headdresses. The two girls lay down to rest upon a wide sofa, cuddling companionably in each other's arms. When they awoke, slave women brought them fresh apricots, green grapes, and purple plums to eat. When they had finished, silver basins of warm scented water were brought so they might refresh their hands, faces and mouths.
Their hair was dressed by the slave women. Zuleika instructed them to weave her long black hair with tiny strands of pearls. Bahira's auburn tresses were pulled into a single horse's tail with slim braids on either side of her face. Their hair done, the two girls were dressed. Their gowns were simple in design, but extremely elegant. They wore nothing beneath. Each had a low open neckline. Zuleika's was a teardrop, and Bahira's was square. The gowns fit snugly beneath their breasts, and were designed with bejeweled bands set into the rich cloth beneath their bosoms. The broad sleeves had cuffs to match. Bahira sparkled with emeralds, diamonds, and pearls. Zuleika glittered with amethysts, diamonds, and pearls. Their nubile bodies were visible beneath the sheer fine silk of the garments.
A slave girl entered the princess's apartments, and hurrying up to Rafa whispered something in her ear. Rafa nodded, then she turned to Zuleika. 'The barbarian is entering the city with his escort,' she told her mistress.
Zuleika nodded, and said to Bahira, 'We must hurry to the audience chamber so that if Haroun objects there is time to convince my father that our presence is necessary,' she said.
Bahira bobbed her head in agreement. 'I can't wait to see the look on Haroun's face,' she giggled.
Together the two girls hurried through the sultan's palace, finally arriving at the great audience chamber. It was a large room with a domed ceiling decorated in sheets of beaten gold, as were the walls. The marble pillars in the chamber were smooth dark crimson. A floor of the same material was flecked with gold. It was the audience chamber of a powerful man. Ibrahim Sultan was already seated upon his throne, a high-backed bench of pure gold studded with multi-colored jewels and a striped satin cushion beneath him. It was set upon a black marble dais
