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I had never thought of these matters before and I found them dull, but for him they were the subterranean dynamos that charged every fibre of his body.

For over an hour, I had been sitting outside on the terrace watching the changing colours of the sky, while my mind was whirling with ideas and possibilities. When Zeynep left that morning it had just begun to rain. Even now, though the sky remained cloudy, the tiny strip of blue that had marked the horizon since the morning had been growing by the hour. I had observed it at various intervals throughout the day. The clouds had now begun to disperse in strange shapes and the setting sun at the edge of the sea was painting them different shades of pink, red and purple. The effect was sensational, and suddenly this raw natural beauty made me want to share my life with Selim. The thought grew stronger and stronger, till I went in search of Salman. I found him strolling in the lower section of the garden, where steps lead to the sea. He, too, had been admiring the sunset. I did not pause for reflection. I told him the story of my love as we walked up and down the terraced garden. He did not interrupt me, not even once, but waited till I had finished telling everything, which I did, including the fact that Selim often entered the house in search of my bedroom and my body.

Salman smiled as he embraced my shoulders. “I think it is dangerous to continue in this fashion any longer. I will talk to Halil to see if our young friend can be recruited into the army as an officer this week. Then I shall talk to Father on your behalf and you must tell your mother at the same time. I think that through such a combined operation we could achieve instant success. But tell me something, my little one. Are you very sure this time?”

I nodded. “When we were first together it was as if a stroke of lightning had passed through our bodies at the same time.”

He laughed. “I know something about this lightning. You must never let it burn you. Never forget that its effects are not always permanent. Lightning comes differently at different times. You can be unstruck by it as well.”

“I know that,” I replied. “But with us it becomes more and more intense every day. It is not simply the passion, Salman. We are close in so many different ways and he is genuinely fond of Orhan. There is a natural affinity between us. Is that not truly rare?”

“Yes, it is, but how can there be a natural affinity when you had no idea as to the identity of Auguste Comte?” he teased. “You might have to change your reading habits.”

And then my brother told me his story. When he had finished he saw the tears pouring down my cheeks and he embraced me.

“I stopped weeping a long time ago, Nilofer. You mustn’t start now. Life is full of pain and suffering, but there is always a way out. Always. Once you stop thinking that, you are doomed. I was on the edge of self-destruction. Everything appeared out of focus and I could no longer see the sharp outlines of my future. It was Hamid Bey and my Uncle Kemal who saved my life. I can never repay them for such a favour. Now I am at peace with myself and waiting impatiently for our world to change.”

“Do you never think of her?”

“No.”

“That frightens me, Salman. How could it all have gone away when you once loved her so much? If love is so ephemeral and transient, what hope is there for us?”

“It did not go away of its own accord. She plunged a dagger through my heart. The love simply bled away. The wounds remained for a long time, but they have healed now. When I think of that episode in my life I feel angry with myself, not her. It was I who misjudged her. You know, I have this strange instinct that she would have done this even if the children had been mine. There was a streak of pure masochism in her. I do not wish her any harm, let alone those poor children. The only person I miss in Alexandria is Hamid Bey. He is such a warm human being and I hope he has found true peace at last. Why is there so much unhappiness in our lives?”

When one is feeling happy it is not possible to answer such questions and I moved the conversation in another direction.

“Salman, there is something else I have to ask you.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Today has been declared the day when family secrecy was abolished. Ask and you shall hear the truth.”

“Did you know my mother Sara’s story?”

A worried frown appeared on his forehead. “I know your mother Hatije’s story.”

“It is the same story.”

“I disagree.”

“Why?”

“Sara loved another man who abandoned her. Hatije is your mother and my father’s wife.”

“You are wrong, Salman. Sara is my mother and Hatije is your father’s wife.”

“We heard all that years ago, but Father loved you so much as a child that it killed the gossip instantly. A maid in the employ of Halil’s mother was dismissed for spreading vile rumours. If Iskander Pasha had been unhappy, this household would have talked of you and your real father without pause and your mother’s life would have been a misery. That never happened. Instead we were lucky to have a beautiful child in the house and one who looked so different. What we all loved about you as a child was your strong character. I sometimes wish Zeynep was a bit more like you. That girl has learnt to suffer in silence, which is never good for anyone. Enough family talk for one day. I will go and find our General to discuss your future. You should take yourself immediately to the library and study some Comte. It can only enhance your happiness!”

We were laughing as we walked towards the house. It had suddenly become dark, but the clouds had disappeared and stars were beginning to fill the evening sky. Outside the door, we paused for a moment to gaze at them.

Salman sighed. “One memory will always stay with me. When I was fleeing Alexandria and heading for Japan, our boat reached the line of the Equator. It was a warm night, but it was very late and all of us were in our cabins. The captain had seen the sight many times, but there must have been some poetry in his soul. He weighed anchor and ordered us on deck. Never in my life have I seen the sky as it was that night. It was truly as if we were on the edge of the world. The sky was like a sea of stars and they were rolling past us at an incredible speed. I knew then that I was going to recover. Compared to the universe our emotions are as nothing.”

A few minutes later, on my own, I reflected on Salman’s tragedy. There were aspects of it that would haunt me for a long time. Everything had turned out wrong for him and yet, despite the grief, he had recovered his life. He had reverted to being the thoughtful and generous person I had known as a child. His own mother had died giving birth to him. He had been unable to give his wife a child. Was his seed infertile or had something else, deeper in him, forced him to hold back? Was it a fear that the woman he loved might also die giving birth? I became desperate on his behalf. I wanted him to meet a woman who might bring some real happiness into his life. I wanted him to have at least one child of his own. I did not like the thought of my dearest brother Salman growing old and lonely. There are limits to solitude. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps he did not need a fixed companion. Perhaps he would take over Uncle Kemal’s mantle and travel for the rest of his life, a free spirit, finding comfort wherever it became available and not thinking too much of the past or the future.

After the children were safe in bed, I went to my mother’s room. I told her of my decision to marry Selim. The news did not shake her serenity.

“I knew this would happen. I hope this one works better for you, though you are still young and might yet have a third chance.”

When I saw she was serious I burst out laughing. “I appreciate that your confidence in my judgement has been shaken, Mother, but please give me some credit. I would not make the same mistake twice. I have thought about it very carefully and asked myself the most searching questions. I am not drifting into this in a trance. My head and my thoughts are clear. I know I will be happy with Selim. I just know, Mother. I’m sure this time.”