Christian fiction; Second Advent -- Fiction; Tribulation (Christian eschatology) -- Fiction
"He was very richly dressed, and bore the name of Osman Mahmed, and, as
I afterwards learned, he was very high in office and in favour with the
Sultan. He was fabulously rich, and, excepting the Sultan, had the
most extensive harem in the city.
"I had, as a child, learned the Turkish tongue, and had no difficulty
in following all that passed between the seller and buyer. Then after
being lightly pinched, pressed, and squeezed, and ogled, the bargain
was struck, the money for my purchase was paid, and my captor was
instructed to take me, veiled, to the purchaser's palace at two o'clock
that afternoon.
"I was taken, as arranged, to the Palace, and given in charge of the
head eunuch. A few minutes later, two female slaves took me to a large
dressing-room. Here I was bathed again, and sprayed with a very
valuable perfume, a curious blending of rose and patchouli.
"I have three crosses tatooed on my body. Each cross consists of
eleven blue dots, one on each of my shoulders, and one on my breast,
and I noticed a look of horror come into the faces of the two
slave-women who were attending me, but neither of them asked any
question of me.
"My hair was well-groomed, and beautifully dressed, and strings of gold
sequins, and glittering jewelled stars were twisted amid the swathes of
my hair. Then came my robing in garments, so rich, so wonderful, that
they almost took my breath away. When the very last touch had been
given to this wonderful toilette, one of the attendants gave me a
_cachou_ from a box to sweeten my breath.
"Then, for a time, I was left alone, a strange and awful fear of some
coming evil stealing over me. For I could not forget the looks of fear
and of terror of the slave-women, at the sight of the crosses on my
arms and breast.
"Wondering what type of place I was in, I got up and looked out of the
casement. A marble court lay just below the window, and, in the centre
of the court was a most beautiful marble basin, quite twenty feet
across, from the heart of which there rose a fountain, with a graceful
_jet d' eau_, flinging its spray high in the air. Two flights of
balustraded steps led down into the basin, a few white doves fluttered
about the steps. Flower borders and beds were artistically dotted
about the court; and cool-looking, shady bowers clung to the high walls
like swallow-nests to the house-eaves.
"But the beauty of all I saw could not drive from me the strange sense
of dread of some coming disaster. Suddenly, a huge Sudanese eunuch
appeared, and signed for me to follow him; and a minute later I was
ushered into a room where the chief eunuch, and that hideous little tub
of a Vizier, who had bought me, were.
"The fat, greasy face was distorted with rage, the eyes were blood-shot
and fierce, and his voice was almost a scream, as he cried out to me:
"'What is this they tell me of you, you Lebanon beast? Are you one of
those dogs, the Christians?'
"'I am!' I replied.
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