I was silent, dreading to think what my fate might be.
Simon thought the place we had left was very probably Algeria.
“It used to be a refuge for pirates in the old days. They had the protection of the Turkish government. Perhaps it still remains a haven for them. The Kasbah must be an ideal spot for underhand business of any sort. I imagine few would want to venture there at certain times.”
He was probably right.
We pursued our journey along the Syrian coast to the
Dardenelles -and then to our destination which we learned in due course was Constantinople.
As we were approaching the Bosphorus, a woman came to my cabin. She had a girl with her and the girl was carrying what looked like an armful of diaphanous material. It turned out to be garments and these were laid out on the bunk. Then they turned their attention to me. I had seen these women about the ship and had wondered what their duties were. I soon realized they had come to the cabin to help me dress in these splendid garments.
There were long trousers made of flimsy silky material, baggy and caught in at the ankles. Over them went a gown of beautiful transparent material. It was sparkling with sequins which looked like stars. They unpinned my hair and spread it round my shoulders. They combed it and looked at one another, nudging and giggling.
When I was dressed they stood back and clapped their hands.
I said: “I want my other clothes.”
They could not, understand me. They just went on giggling and nudging each other. They stroked my hair and smiled at me.
The old man came into the cabin. He looked at me and rubbed his hands together.
My fear was greater than ever. I knew that Simon’s surmise was correct. We were going to be sold into slavery he as a strong man to work as directed while I was destined for a more sinister purpose.
I sensed that Simon was more worried about my fate than his own.
The cloak, yashmak and snood were brought in and my splendour was hidden from view. With Simon beside me, I was taken off the ship where a carriage was waiting for us and, with the old man and a younger one who, I imagined, was some sort of clerk or assistant, we were driven through the streets of Constantinople.
I was too concerned with my impending fate to take much note of my surroundings, but I learned later that there are two distinct parts of the city the Christian and the Turkish and these are connected by two bridges, rather clumsily constructed but adequate and very necessary. I was vaguely aware of mosques and minarets, and I felt, with great desolation, that we were very far from home.
It was to the Turkish section that we were taken.
I felt lost and very frightened. I kept looking at Simon to reassure myself that he was still there.
It seemed that we drove for a long time. It was like another world narrow streets, incredibly dirty, fine buildings, dazzlingly white spires reaching to the bluest of skies; mosques, bazaars, wooden houses little more than hovels, noise, people everywhere. They scattered before the oncoming carriage, and again and again I thought we should run someone down but they always managed to escape from under the horses’ feet.
At length we turned into a quiet avenue. The trees and bushes were bright with colourful flowers. We slowed down before a tall white building which stood back from the road.
When we alighted from the carriage a man in white robes came out to greet us. The old man bowed to him rather obsequiously and the greeting was returned in a somewhat condescending manner. We were taken inside, into a room which seemed dark after the brilliance of the sun. The windows were similar to those which I had seen before, recessed and heavily draped.
A tall man came forward. He wore a turban with a jewel in it and long white robes. He sat in a chair like a throne and I noticed that the old man had become more deferential than ever.
I thought in trepidation: Is this to be my new owner?
My cloak was removed and my hair displayed. The man in the chair was clearly impressed by it. I had never felt so humiliated in my life. He looked at Simon and nodded.
There had been two men standing at the door-guards, I supposed. One of them clapped his hands and a woman came in. She was somewhat plump, middleaged and elaborately dressed in the same style as I was.
She came to me, studied me, took a strand of my hair in her hands and smiled faintly. Then she rolled up the sleeves of my gown and prodded me. She frowned and, shaking her head, made little sounds which I was sure indicated disapproval.
The old man started to talk very quickly; the other was reasoning. The woman said a word or two and nodded judiciously. It was. maddening not to know what they were saying. All I could gather was that it was something about me and they were not as pleased with me as the old man had hoped they would be.
However, they appeared to come to^ some agreement. The old man was clasping his hands and the other was nodding. The woman nodded too.
She was explaining something to them. The man was listening intently to her and she seemed to be reassuring him.
She signed to me to follow her.
Simon was left behind. I gave him an agonized look and he started after me. One of the guards stepped forward and barred his way, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
I saw the helplessness in Simon’s face; then my arm was firmly taken by the plump woman and I was led away.
I was to learn that I was destined for the seraglio of one of the most important Pashas in Constantinople. All the men I had seen so far were merely his minions.
The harem is a community of women into which no man is allowed to appear except the eunuchs, such as this important gentleman I had seen bargaining with the old man. He, I discovered, was the Chief Eunuch, and I was to see him frequently.
It took me some time to realize that I had reason to be thankful for the hardship I had suffered, because my physical state was the reason why, during those weeks, I was left unmolested. My yellow hair had made me outstanding. I was a prize object because I was so different from the women around me. They were all dark-haired and dark-eyed. My eyes were a definite blue and they and my yellow hair set me apart.
It seemed to those whose duty it was to relieve the Pasha’s jaded senses that my very difference might make me especially acceptable.
There was something else which I discovered later they had noticed about me. These women were subservient by nature. They had been brought up in the certain knowledge that they were the inferior sex and their mission on Earth was to pander to men’s desires. Whereas there was a spirit of independence about me. I came of a different culture and it set me apart almost as much as did my blue eyes and yellow hair.
However, when I was stripped and subjected to one of the scented baths which had been prepared for me, it was seen by the watchful lady who was in charge of us all that my skin, where it had not been exposed to the sun, was very white and soft. Before I was offered up to the Pasha the whiteness of my skin must be restored to every part of my body.
Moreover, I had become very ill-nourished and the Pasha did not like women to be too thin. The potential was there but it had to be recovered; and this process would take a little time.
How grateful I was! I had time to adjust myself, to learn the ways of the harem and perhaps to find out what had happened to Simon. Who knew? I had been remarkably fortunate as yet; what if there might still be hope of escape before I had reached that state which would render me worthy of submission to the man who had bought me?
As soon as I learned that I was safe if only for a short time my spirits revived. Hope came flooding back. I wanted to learn all I could about my surroundings and naturally I wondered a great deal about my companions.
The most important person in the harem was Rani, the middleaged woman who had inspected me and decided that as yet I was unworthy to be submitted to the Pasha. If only we had had a common language I could have learned a great deal from her. The other women were very much in awe of her. They all flattered her and were most obsequious to her, for she was the one who selected those who were to be presented to the Pasha. When the order came she would give great thought to the matter and, during that time, it was amusing to see how they all tried to call attention to themselves. I was amazed to realize that that which I so much dreaded was greatly sought after by the rest.
