Siege

'But I saw the megadux attack you,' Halil insisted. 'I saw your body. You were dead.'

'Perhaps you only saw what you wished to see, Halil.'

'Me?' Halil protested. 'But surely Your Highness does not believe that…'

'Silence!' Mehmed snarled. He then resumed in a more even tone. 'I do not wish to hear any more of your lies, Halil. But you will tell the truth soon enough. You will tell me everything. Isa will see to that.'

'Isa!' Halil exclaimed. He had thought Isa dead. If he were alive and here, then Halil was doomed. Isa would have told Mehmed everything. 'Do not believe anything he says, great Sultan. He is an assassin. You cannot trust him.'

'I trust nobody,' Mehmed said. 'But Isa saved my life. He gave me the antidote even before the megadux tried to kill me. He also told me about you and Sitt Hatun, about your child Selim. No, Isa is not the one who has betrayed me.'

'Lies. I never betrayed you. I swear it,' Halil pleaded. 'I knew nothing of the megadux's plot. I dealt with the monk Gennadius only to defeat Constantinople.'

'No, you plotted with Gennadius to kill me so that your son could rule in my stead. You betrayed me, and you will suffer accordingly.'

'But I have given you the key to the city!'

'Indeed?' Mehmed asked. He leaned forward until his face was only inches from Halil's. 'Speak truly now. Is the plot with the monk Gennadius real? Will the Kerkoporta be unlocked and unguarded as the megadux said?'

'Yes,' Halil said. 'I swear it. You may kill me if I lie.'

'The megadux says differently. He says that it was only a lie so that he could get close enough to kill me.'

'The megadux is a fool, Gennadius only used him as a tool.'

'I see. And how do I contact this Gennadius?'

'There are tunnels…'

'The tunnels have been destroyed, Halil,' Mehmed said. 'If that is all that you have to tell me, then I have no further use for you.'

'No, please!' Halil begged. 'There is another way. Spare my life, and I will tell you.' Mehmed nodded, and Halil continued. 'The megadux, he can deliver the message.'

'The megadux will be dead before another day passes.'

'Exactly. His dead body will bear the message,' Halil explained. 'Gennadius is a monk. If he performs the burial, then he will find the message.'

'And if someone else finds it?'

'Then you will have lost nothing. But you have everything to gain if Gennadius does help you.'

'Very clever, Halil. We will see if your scheme works.' Mehmed stepped away from the table so that Halil could no longer see him. 'Isa, he is all yours,' Halil heard him say. 'You may do as you wish but do not kill him. I wish to reserve that pleasure for myself.'

'No, wait!' Halil screamed. 'You said you would spare me!'

'You of all people should know better than to be so trusting,' Mehmed said, and Halil heard him walk away. A second later Isa appeared over Halil. He held a bowl in his hand and was slowly stirring something.

'Do you know what this is?' Isa asked.

Halil ignored him. 'Help me, Isa,' he pleaded. 'Set me free. I will give you money, women, lands.'

'This is a special poison,' Isa continued as if he had not heard Halil. 'Eaten, it is fatal…'

'Please, Isa, listen to me,' Halil said. 'I can give you anything you want.'

'… but placed on the skin, it acts more slowly.'

'Damn you, Isa,' Halil cursed. 'If you will not help me, then you can go to hell. I do not fear your poisons. Death does not frighten me.'

Isa shook his head. 'This poison will not kill you, Halil, but it will make you wish for death.' He took a brush from the bowl and dabbed a small amount of the poison on to Halil's forehead. Halil felt nothing at first, then there was a tingling that grew in intensity until it was a burning pain, a live coal set on his forehead. He began to scream.

'Make it stop! Please, Isa! I'll do anything, anything you want!'

'I only wish for you to suffer as my family suffered,' Isa whispered in his ear. 'That, Halil, is all I want from you.'

Chapter 22

MONDAY 28 MAY 1453, CONSTANTINOPLE: DAY 58 OF THE SIEGE

As the sun rose the next day, Longo stood on the inner wall of Constantinople and inspected the progress that his men had made reconstructing the rampart before the Mesoteichion. With the sultan's cannons silent, it was the first chance that they had had in weeks to properly address the damage there. Longo had spent a sleepless night at the walls, urging his men to work and keeping an eye on the Turkish camp. The last that he had seen of the sultan, he had appeared dead, killed by Notaras. Rumours were rampant in Constantinople that the siege would now be lifted. Longo was not so sure.

A sound in the distance caught Longo's attention, and he looked out to where a procession was just leaving the Turkish camp, marching to the beat of a drum. At the head of the procession marched a troop of around fifty janissaries. Bringing up the rear was a regiment of Anatolian cavalry some one hundred strong. Between them rode a single rider in distinctive red and black armour. Two long chains trailed from the rider's saddle, and at the far end of those chains, half-walking and half-dragging, was Notaras, still dressed in his ceremonial armour. Longo knew immediately what he was seeing.

'William!' Longo called down to where William was overseeing the placement of additional cannons on the rampart. 'The Turks are going to execute Notaras. Hurry to the palace and inform the emperor.'

The emperor arrived a few minutes later, with Dalmata and Sofia by his side. Longo and Sofia exchanged a look. 'She should see this,' Constantine explained to Longo. 'Notaras was her betrothed.'

By this time, the news of Notaras's impending death had spread and the walls were beginning to grow crowded. Longo heard scattered shouts of 'God bless you Notaras!' and 'God be with you!' Notaras had killed the sultan, and the people now looked upon him as a sort of saint. Soon enough, Longo reflected, he would be a martyr.

On the plain below, the Turks had stopped and stood motionless. Notaras had collapsed to the ground, and the Turks let him lay there. 'Why don't they just get on with it?' Sofia said.

'They're waiting,' Longo replied.

'Waiting for what?' Constantine asked.

'For a crowd,' Longo responded. 'They want us all to see this.'

Finally, the Turks began to move. The janissaries in front split, with half of them marching to either side. The lone horseman rode forward, dragging Notaras behind him. As the horseman drew nearer, Longo recognized him. 'I think that is the sultan.'

'My God, you're right,' Constantine whispered. 'How can this be?'

Along the walls men began to curse and women wail as the news spread that the sultan was still alive. Below, Mehmed stopped his horse just out of cannon range and dismounted. The people on the walls fell silent as he approached Notaras. Notaras lay face down in the dust, struggling to breathe. He had been tortured for hours the night before. His back bled from innumerable cuts, and his ribs were broken. Being dragged by his hands behind the horse had dislocated both of his shoulders. But Notaras did not mind the pain that coursed through his body. The sultan was dead. The empire was saved. That was all that mattered. And soon his pain would end.

Notaras watched as a pair of legs appeared next to the horse in front of him. The legs approached and stopped before him. Hands grabbed Notaras's arms from behind and lifted him to his knees. The pain in his shoulders was so great that he almost fainted. He began to fall, but the men behind him held him upright. As the pain receded, he found himself looking at the belt of the man before him. The man bent down so that he was face to face with Notaras. It was the sultan.