Bertrice Small - Bedazzled

EL SINUT 1626-1628

“Would you like to come on deck as we enter the harbor?" Aruj Agha asked India on the morning they arrived in El Sinut. "Do you have a long, enveloping cape, my beauty?"

"I have two. The black wool with the fur lining I wore aboard in England, and a turquoise blue silk with a cream brocade lining," India told him. "That one has a hood."

"And is more suitable to our climate," Aruj Agha said. "But I will need something to veil your features from public view as well."

India rifled through her trunks, finally pulling forth a large, lace-edged handkerchief which she held up. "Will this do? And why does my face have to be hidden? Are you afraid someone will recognize me, and you will be forced to let me go?"

"No," he said with a smile. She was a persistent wench, he thought. "In our society respectable women cover both their hair and their faces from public scrutiny. Such delicate discretion allows a woman a greater measure of freedom without being accosted by bold men in the streets. Women who allow themselves to be seen are obviously women of low repute attempting to sell their favors." He helped her on with her long cape. "If you wish to appear in public in El Sinut, or anywhere else in the sultan's domain, you must be cloaked and veiled." He drew her hood up over her head. "We must affix the veil. Do you have any small pins?"

"In my jewel case," India said. "Will my jewelry be taken from me, Aruj Agha? It was all given to me by members of my family."

"I will intercede with the dey for you," he said, "but it is his decision, my beauty. You must understand that." He carefully pinned the white cloth across India's beautiful face, concealing everything but her golden eyes and dark brows. Standing back, he appeared satisfied. "Now we are ready," he told her with a broad smile. "I do believe that I could have a career as a lady's tiring woman, my beauty."

India giggled in spite of herself, and allowed him to lead her out onto the deck. The air was hot and dry. Ahead of them the great galley, its striped sails blowing gently in the slight breeze, rowed into an enclosed harbor, drawing its prey behind it. The harbor entrance was flanked by two square-towered lighthouses.

"They mark the ingress," Aruj Agha told her, "and are also responsible for the great chain that for now rests beneath the surface of the waters, but in emergencies can be raised to block entry to the port."

"They have a similar device across the Golden Horn in Istanbul," Tom Southwood remarked, looking about the anchorage carefully. There were at least three more big galleys, as well as galleots, brigantines, frigates, and small fellucas which could accommodate only three to five benches with one oarsman each, as opposed to the galley that had taken them in tow, and had twenty-eight benches with two oars for each bench, and four to five men on each oar. This was a busy and formidable anchorage. It would not, he now realized, be as simple as he had thought to take back the Royal Charles and escape, but as an honorable man, he had no choice but to eventually try.

India wasn't in the least interested in the harbor, its vessels, or its operations. It was this place, El Sinut, that fascinated her. It was a city like none she had ever before seen. The buildings were all white, and the hot midmorning sun glaring off them was almost blinding. They were not all of one height and most seemed to be terraced, each succeeding story set just slightly back of the one below. In what appeared to be the center of the city was a large building, the dome of which was overlaid in gold leaf, and glittered brightly.

"Is that your dey's palace?" India asked Aruj Agha.

"No," he told her, "that is the grande mosque of El Sinut."

"What is a mosque?" she inquired.

"It is what we call our holy place, like your churches," he explained to her. "Do you see the four towers surrounding the dome? They are called minarets. Six times each day the imans, our priests, ascend the minarets, and call the people to prayer."

"You pray six times each day?" India said, incredulous.

"We are devout people," he replied.

"What is going to happen now, Aruj Agha?" India questioned him as their ship was made fast to a dock.

"Why, we will go up to the dey's palace. It is there." He pointed.

Following the direction of his finger, India saw a large cluster of buildings on a low hill just below the grande mosque. They were as faceless and anonymous as all the other buildings in the city.

"A litter will be brought for you," he said, answering what was obviously to be her next question.

"And the others?" she wondered aloud. "My cousin? Viscount Twyford? Will they go, too?"

"They will walk behind us, my beauty," he responded. "I must now see to the arrangement," he told her. "I will leave you in the company of your cousin." Aruj Agha moved away from them, all business now.

"I am afraid," India suddenly said, looking up at Tom Southwood.

"You must show no fear," he warned her. "Especially among the women of the harem. You have to understand that these women are all vying for the attention of a single man, and hate each other. They will do whatever they have to do to destroy a potential rival."

"I think I should rather be at an oar," she told him with a small chuckle, as she attempted to calm herself.

"There is one thing I must insist you do, India," he said. "Under no circumstances say you were eloping with Viscount Twyford. If there is the slightest suspicion that you are no virgin, you could end up being sold in the common slave market, and find yourself in a brothel. You will be safest in the dey's household."

"But what if he gives me to someone else?" India fretted.

"You are still securest in the harem of a wealthy man than in a whorehouse, Cousin, and I will be able to find you more easily."

"But poor Adrian," India said piteously. "He will think I have betrayed him, and it will break his heart! I cannot do it, Tom!"

"Adrian will certainly understand that your safety is our main concern," Thomas Southwood told her. "It should be his concern, too, if he truly loves you. Please, India, promise me you will follow my instructions. Eventually I will get us all out of this situation, but you have to trust me, and do as I tell you."

At that moment, Aruj Agha joined them once again. "Bid your cousin farewell, Captain. You realize you will not be able to speak with her again. Quickly! We are ready to depart for the dey's palace."

Tom Southwood hugged India, whispering urgently into her ear as he did so, "Promise me!"

"I'll try," she whispered back, hugging him.

"Come," the janisarry captain said, taking India by the arm and leading her from the deck, down the gangway, and onto the first solid ground she had touched in weeks. She swayed just slightly as she regained her land legs, as the agha called them, helping her into a curtained litter. "Do not remove your veil, my beauty, or attempt to open the curtains once they are drawn," he said sternly.

"It is difficult to breathe," she complained nervously. Where was he taking her? What was going to happen to the others? And Adrian? She had not seen him in several days. Was he all right?

"Lie back against the pillows," he advised her in a kinder tone, seeing her obvious distress, although she made a valiant attempt not to show that she was frightened. "You will find a small embroidered pouch tucked along one side of the litter. In it is a vial of water to assuage your thirst should you need it You will find you can see through the curtains, although no one will be able to get close enough to you to invade your privacy. The town is pretty, and you will enjoy the ride to the dey's palace. It is not a great distance, my beauty." He gave her a small smile, then he drew the litter's curtains closed.

And he had not lied to her, India quickly discovered. She could see out!

Aruj Agha was dressed very handsomely this morning, she mused. He wore red silk pantaloons, a green-and-gold-striped shirt with a matching sash about his waist, and a handsome green silk cape lined in red. There was a curved sword hanging from his sash. His boots were of red leather, and upon his head was a small turban with a pearl pendant A rather handsome chestnut gelding was brought forth, and he mounted it easily, observing and directing the unloading of the Royal Charles from his perch.

The cargo was packed into mule-drawn carts and put into line behind the agha. India's litter was then moved behind the cargo. Suddenly she saw the English crew coming down the gangway of the corsair galley. They were shackled by their legs, and around the neck of each man was an iron collar from which a chain was fastened to the man before him in the line of prisoners. Only Captain Thomas Southwood was permitted to walk free, ahead of his men, having given his word of honor not to attempt an escape along their route. India's eyes anxiously scanned the shackled men, desperately seeking out Adrian Leigh. She gasped, horrified, to see him first in the line, next to Knox, pale, and treated no better than the common sailors. How could they!

Before she might voice her protest to Aruj Agha, her litter was lifted up by four of the janissaries who had come off the galley. The procession moved off the docks, and onto the narrow, winding streets of the city. Realizing that there was nothing she could do to help Adrian, India took the agha's advice and lay back amid the brightly colored silk pillows in the litter. She could see that the white walls of the buildings were devoid of windows on the street level. Some of the structures had lattice-covered windows on the upper levels, but most did not. Looking into the courtyard entrances she saw tubs and ceramic jars of flowers in a riotous profusion of shapes, sizes, and colors. Sometimes she saw a bubbling fountain. The streets were amazingly clean, and the populace appeared very orderly, going about their daily business without much ado. India quickly realized that the veiled figures were females, but there were actually very few of them. They passed through a large, open market square. There were stalls set up selling all kinds of produce and flowers; meat, poultry, and fish; household goods; fabrics; leather goods; song birds in wooden cages, and live animals. Then she shuddered seeing a block upon which slaves were even now being auctioned off. The people in the market jeered at the captive seamen, but made no other hostile move toward them.