Jo shook his head. “I travel light, madame, especially in the summer.”
Each note of the Baron’s laugh was false. “Very sensible. I was saying to young Jo that, on his return from Damascus, he must stop and meet Kemal Pasha in Istanbul. Jo is a lawyer, you know, Sara, and could be very helpful if Kemal is starting up a steamship company.”
Jo nodded vigorously. “I specialise in business and commerce. I can help a great deal, especially at the New York end. It will be a pleasure to meet Kemal Pasha when I return. I have no real desire to visit Damascus. They tell me it’s very dusty and unpleasant in the summer, but my father’s family is still there and I must pay my respects to them.”
“Oh yes,” said Salman. “And they’ll be very happy to see you. It will come as a real surprise to them, especially since you look nothing like your father.”
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” asked Memed.
This was going much too far and we all glared at him, but mercifully Jo had other plans and the coachman needed to return to the city tonight.
After he had left we all burst out laughing. My mother was a bit shaken, but not as much as I had imagined. She looked at her brother-in-law.
“Will you succeed, Memed?”
“If all of you help me, I think it can be done. The fat fool is not religious at all, which is good. He could be bribed and flattered to convert to our faith. We can pay a eunuch to dress as the Sultan and as the Caliph of our faith, and he can personally convert Jo the Ugly into Ibrahim the Worthy. Are we all agreed? Good. Iskander must be won over tonight. Kemal should be pleased with our plan. Jo the Ugly will return to Istanbul in January. Let us mark the next century with his wedding. Who knows but that the next hundred years might well be the years of people like Jo the Ugly. I’m so glad we’re agreed. This has been such a productive day for me, Baron.”
“I’m pleased to hear it, Memed. I do worry sometimes that your intellect is not receiving sufficient stimulation.”
When I entered mother’s room later that day she was sitting on the floor looking at the oil portrait.
“Would you rather be alone?”
“No, my dearest Nilofer. I would rather be with you.”
She talked of the dream that had sent her running to the Stone Woman. “How can things like this happen, Nilofer? I’m not superstitious. I don’t believe in the mumbo-jumbo of the astrologers, but it does make me wonder. Can we have such strong intuitions about someone we were or are still close to? I suppose that is the only explanation. The strange thing is that I had not thought of Suleman for a very long time when that dream disturbed my sleep.”
I held her hands and kissed them. “Did the news of his death upset you very much?”
“No,” she whispered. “I knew he was dying when I had that dream, and because I was prepared for his death I could control my emotions. It was the letter that upset me. I never thought he would admit the truth. He knew me so well, that boy. He knew I would still be wondering about the real reasons behind his decision to leave me. It was thoughtful of him to write, even though it was awful to read that my father had bought him off with money. What a fool!”
“Is the torment over now, Mother? Is it all finished?”
“Yes, my daughter. I am at peace with myself. If he had seen you and known you were his daughter I would have been even happier. Poor Suleman. He was a great lover of beautiful people and beautiful objects. It must have been a torture for him to see Jo the Ugly every day. No, Nilofer, don’t frown. The problem is that the boy’s character is no different from his features. All of us knew that instinctively. So did his father.”
“What was that story about Bilan that made you laugh so much?”
Sara smiled and walked briskly to the small cupboard in her dressing room and returned with a copy of the Talmud.
“In our religion, Nilofer, the rabbis never gave an opponent any quarter. This was true in olden times just as it is now. And if they believed that a person had betrayed the Jews, in other words the Elders, then no mercy was to be shown. The character of the victim had to be assassinated in as many ways as possible and his name blackened in the eyes of the congregation. Bilan was one such person. They accused him of performing sorcery on his own organ. Now read the story.”
I took the book from her and read the page she had marked:
Bilan’s conversation with the Moabites
When they asked him why he wasn’t riding a horse, he said to them:
“Usually I ride a horse. However today I am riding a donkey.”
Thereupon the she-donkey said to Bilan in front of the Moabites:
“Am I not your she-donkey?”
“Merely for carrying burdens,” Bilan said, trying to cut her off before she could contradict him further.
“That you could have ridden on,” the donkey continued, contradicting Bilan’s contention that she was merely a beast of burden.
“Only occasionally,” Bilan said, implying that ordinarily he did not ride her.
“All your life until this day,” the donkey went on contradicting Bilan’s contention that he had never ridden her except on rare occasions.
“And not only that,” she continued, “but at night I perform marital acts with you.”
Thus the donkey got the best of Bilan in their verbal sparring. How, then, could Bilan claim to “know the mind of the Supreme One,” that is, to know and manipulate the mind of God to allow him to curse the Jews, when it is evident that he was unable to know and manipulate even the mind of an animal?
My laughter had punctuated the reading and now it was Sara’s turn, but her amusement was tempered by the memory of a wonderful day a long time ago.
“It’s so childish, Mother. Don’t you agree?”
“There is a childish side to every religion, Nilofer.”
TWENTY-FOUR
The century prepares to enter its grave; Selim and Halil discuss the future; Dante and Verlaine; Orhan asks a question of Iskander Pasha
“THE CENTURY IS ABOUT to die.” I heard the agitated notes of Selim’s voice. “The Sultans and the Empire will go to the grave with it because their time has come. But when will our time come, Brother Halil? When will our time come? Should we die as well? I am not pleased with your news.”
The two men were sitting in the library on their own when I entered. They looked up and smiled.
“Has something happened?”
Neither of them replied.
“Is it a military secret?”
Halil sighed. “No. The Committee has decided after several meetings with the palace…”
“And even more with the German ambassador…,” interjected Selim.
“They have decided,” Halil continued calmly, “to postpone indefinitely our plan to seize power.”
“Why?”
“Because, Nilofer, we have been promised reforms of such magnitude that our action is unnecessary. It would be criminal to spill blood unnecessarily. Moreover, the Vizier accepted that next year leading members of the Committee would be appointed to the Government so that they can supervise the reforms themselves.”
“Allah! That is amazing news. We have won without a single shot being fired.”
“Yes,” said Halil, “but they knew very well that if they did not move, shots would be fired — and not just shots. They know full well what happened to the eunuch-general. His disappearance was just accepted. No one asked us any questions. This inaction reveals a great deal about their state of mind.”
Selim was looking very unhappy. “Both of you seem to have a surprising degree of confidence in the Vizier’s capacity to deliver all that he has promised. He might think: appoint the ringleaders to positions of power and corrupt them in the process. Let some reforms through but resist any attempt to abolish the Sultan or diminish the powers of the clergy.”