A moment or two later Nefret stirred. “What happened?” she asked weakly.
“You swooned,” Emerson said in a hoarse voice.
“I’ve never swooned in my life!” Her color was back to normal and indignation brightened her blue eyes. “Put me down.”
“It was my fault,” Ramses said wretchedly. “I shouldn’t have burst in like that. I suppose you thought… Are you sure you’re all right?”
She smiled up into his anxious face. “I can think of something that would complete the cure.”
I have no objection to public displays of affection between married persons or those about to be wed, but I did not want Ramses distracted. I said firmly, “A nice hot cup of tea,” and took it to her.
Nefret pushed it away. “Give it to Ramses. He looks as if he needs it more than I do.”
“I’m all right. Just a little tired. I haven’t had much sleep in the past forty-eight hours.”
“Did you come in through the secret door?” Emerson asked.
Ramses shook his head. He had acquired a few more scrapes and bruises, including a sizable lump on his temple. “There’s no need for secrecy now. The job is blown, Father. A complete disaster from start to finish.”
Nefret studied him critically. “It would be nice if just once you could come back from one of your expeditions unbruised and unbloodied.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” Ramses said defensively.
“According to Chetwode, you heroically took on ten men so that he could get away,” Emerson said.
“So he’s been here. It was only six,” Ramses added.
“Hmph,” said Emerson. “Yes, he’s been here, and our cover is also blown. He insisted on delivering his message in person, and if he didn’t know my identity when he came, he does now. I – er – I forgot myself when he broke the news that you had been captured and were in ‘the merciless grip of the most dangerous man in the Ottoman Empire,’ as he put it. The fellow has something of a melodramatic streak.”
“Hmmm,” said Ramses. “So he lingered long enough to see that, did he?”
“He claimed he had hoped to come to your assistance, but the odds were too great, and he was obliged to follow your orders. It was at this point that your mother and Nefret came rushing in -”
“We were in one of the secret passages,” I explained. “Very useful devices. The news that a British officer had come here with a message naturally aroused our interest, so we -”
“Also forgot yourselves,” said Emerson.
“My dear, the damage was already done. Lieutenant Chetwode did not seem at all surprised when we popped out of that cupboard.”
“He’s going to put you in for a DSO,” Nefret said.
“How nice,” said Ramses, with sardonic amusement. “So you sat here drinking tea while, for all you knew, I was undergoing hideous tortures?”
“We were discussing what steps to take in order to rescue you,” I explained. “And how to go about them in the most efficient manner.”
“I know, Mother. I was joking.”
“I would be the last to deny that a touch of humor is seldom amiss,” I said. “However… Lieutenant Chetwode told us what transpired up till the time he ran away. So you need not repeat that part.”
“Did he happen to mention that we would have made it out without running or any other inconvenience if he hadn’t tried to shoot Ismail Pasha?”
Nefret gasped and Emerson swore, and I said evenly, “I take it he did not succeed?”
“No. He hadn’t a chance of killing him. The governor’s considerable bulk was in the way and there was a good deal of commotion. It was my fault, really,” Ramses went on wearily. “I suspected he was armed and took one pistol away from him before we left. I should have had the sense to realize Cartright would anticipate that and provide him with a second weapon. I didn’t search him. I ought to have done.”
“Stop berating yourself and tell us what happened,” I said. “From the beginning, please, and in proper order.”
His narrative agreed for the most part with the one Chetwode had given us, up to the point where Chetwode had fired at the suspect. He had then fled – obeying Ramses’s order, as he had claimed.
“I did tell him to run,” Ramses admitted. “The damage was done, and in the confusion no one could tell which of us had fired. The governor’s guards went after me and matters went as one might have expected. I got on reasonably well until someone threw a stone. They were about to escort me to the governor when who should appear but… This is the part you’ll find hard to believe.”
In his youth Ramses had been appallingly verbose and given to an excessive use of adverbs, adjectives, and other descriptive flourishes. I had found this extremely exasperating, but the sparse, uninformative narrative style that was now his habit sometimes vexed me even more. Admittedly, the events themselves were enough to hold us spellbound; no one uttered a word until he had finished.
“So,” I said. “He attempted at first to win you over with kind treatment and flattering words. When you refused to tell him what he wanted to know, he chained you to the wall of a cell and left you. You managed to free yourself, found the guard had left his post, and escaped. As simple as that.”
“You have often told me,” said Ramses, “to stick to the facts, avoiding rhetorical flourishes and -”
“Curse it,” I exclaimed.
“Er, hmph,” said Emerson loudly, while Nefret laughed and Ramses gave me one of his most charming smiles. “What about another nice cup of tea, Peabody? And you, my boy. Perhaps just a few words of additional explanation -”
“There was a woman involved,” I said. “Wasn’t there? Who?”
Ramses’s smile died a quick death. “You’d have been burned at the stake in the seventeenth century.”
“Quite possibly,” I agreed, taking the cup Emerson handed me. “Again, Ramses, from the beginning.”
So we were treated to a description of Sahin Pasha’s beautiful, desirable daughter, and the pasha’s remarkable offer. Once he had been forced to speak, Ramses made an entertaining story of it, and even Emerson grinned reluctantly when Ramses quoted the Turk’s comments about multiple wives.
“Excellent advice, my boy. It’s cursed strange, though. He couldn’t have been serious.”
“You think not?” Nefret asked. It was the first time she had spoken since Ramses began his story. He gave her a quick look and shook his head.
“He couldn’t have supposed I would agree – or keep my word if I did.”
“Oh, you’d have kept your word,” Nefret murmured.
“I didn’t give it. It does seem to me,” Ramses said emphatically, “that I am entitled to some credit for preferring torture and death to infidelity. She was a damned attractive girl, too.”
“Now, now, don’t quarrel,” I said. “It was the girl who helped you escape?”
Ramses nodded. “There was no way I could get those chains off by myself. She’s an efficient little creature,” he added thoughtfully. “She’d brought me a caftan and headcloth, and even a knife. She also offered to steal a horse for me, but I pointed out – somewhat rudely, now that I think about it – that it would only have made me more conspicuous.”
Nefret looked as if she wanted to say something – I knew what it was – but she restrained herself. It was Emerson who voiced the same thought that had, of course, occurred to me.
“He let you go. The girl was acting under his orders or with his cooperation.”
“That idea had, of course, occurred to me,” I said. “But it doesn’t make sense. He might have intervened to take you from the governor’s men, but why would he connive in your escape so soon thereafter?”
“Damned if I know,” Ramses said. “No doubt you are prepared to speculate, Mother. It is a useful process that clears away the underbrush in the thickets of deduction.”