"Tilia." The voice made her shiver.
"El Malik Dahir," she addressed him. _Victorious King._
"G.o.d blesses our meeting, Tilia."
She sat back, and he lowered himself to a cross-legged position facing her. In the ten years since she had last seen him, he had aged little.
He had won the battle of the Well of Goliath, had made himself sultan, and had reigned over a kingdom threatened from East and West. Yet his yellow face was unlined, and there was no gray in his drooping red mustache. She looked at the white scar that ran vertically down his blind right eye; then she looked at his good left eye, and saw that it was still bright blue and clear.
"Forgive me, Tilia, for not being able to greet you when you arrived in El Kahira. I was inspecting the crusaders" defenses at Antioch--from the inside."
She laughed. Amazing that such a striking-looking man should manage again and again to move among his enemies in disguise. But he had been doing it most of his life.
"My lord travels far and fast, as always."
"You have traveled farther. You are comfortable?"
"Who could fail to be comfortable, under Baibars"s tent?"
"And Cardinal Ugolini? Will he be happy here?"
"The happiest he has ever been. He spends his days in your Zahiriya, reading ancient ma.n.u.scripts, talking to the scholars, working with the philosophical instruments. He hardly sleeps, the sooner he might return to the house of learning you built."
"Ah, we must find a strong young slave to comfort you if your cardinal does not spend enough time in your bed."
"I am not the voracious woman you bought from a brothel so many years ago, my lord. Adelberto can satisfy my waning desires."
Baibars laughed, a rumbling sound. "Anything you want, Tilia, in all the sultanate of El Kahira, is yours. You have served me well."
"You took a prisoner and a slave and trusted her. You sent her jewels and gold in a steady stream. You helped her to achieve riches and power in the very heart of Christendom. Why should I not serve you with all my might? Since you sent me from here long ago I have not had the chance to see you with my own eyes and speak aloud my grat.i.tude to you. And now that I am face-to-face with you, words fail me. If I spoke for a thousand and one nights I could not say enough to thank you. To praise you."
Baibars shrugged. "Do you not regret losing it all? You cannot open a brothel here in El Kahira, Tilia. I have closed all the brothels." His eyelids crinkled humorously. "I am a very strict Muslim these days."
"I am ready to retire, my lord. Ready to drop all pretense and come back here, just to be myself."
Baibars"s wide mouth drew down, the lips so thin that the line they drew seemed just a slash across the bottom of his face.
"Now that you are here, Tilia, now that we are face-to-face, I want to hear from you the story of Daoud. I want to hear all of it, all that you had no room to tell me in your carrier-pigeon messages. Take as long as you like. Ask for anything that will make you comfortable. My ears are for you and for no one else."
"I am my lord"s slave. I shall tell it to you as it happened to me." She settled herself on the cushion. "I first met Daoud ibn Abdallah in the hills outside Orvieto on an afternoon in late summer, three years ago--"
Tilia stopped her tale twice, so that she and Baibars could pray when the muezzins called the faithful to prayer at Maghrib, after the red of sunset had left the sky, and again at "Isha, when it was dark enough that a white thread could not be told from a black thread.
After the final prayer of the day, a servant brought an oil lamp.
Baibars waved the lamp away, then called the servant back and asked for kaviyeh. Tilia drank the sweet, strong kaviyeh of El Kahira with Baibars and devoured a tray of sticky sweets, and then went on with her story.
By the time she was finished, the moon had risen above the courtyard.
She sat back and looked at the Victorious King.
"He was to me like my firstborn son." Baibars took a dagger from his sash, held open his shimmering silk kaftan, a costly robe of honor, and slashed a great rent in it.
Tilia wondered what to say. How could she comfort him?
_Comfort him? How can anyone offer comfort to a man like Baibars?_
"We are Mamelukes," he said. "Slaves. We are slaves of G.o.d. We are His instruments. His weapons. I shaped Daoud to be a fine weapon against the enemies of the faith. And it is even as this Simon de Gobignon told the Greek woman Sophia--Daoud succeeded. Abagha Khan still seeks an alliance with the Christians, as his father Hulagu did. But many Tartars have already converted to Islam, and the next Tartar khan of Persia may be a Muslim. I am working to make that possibility a certainty. As for the Christians, my informant at the court of Charles d"Anjou, a certain dwarf named Erculio, tells me that now Charles desires to extend his empire across the Middle Sea into Africa. King Louis is already gathering ships and men for a crusade. But Charles is trying to divert Louis"s crusade to Tunisia, which would make it harmless to us. He is a very persuasive man, and I think he will succeed. Truly, this Charles is G.o.d"s gift to me. He does just what I want. And I do not have to pay him."
Tilia heard no mirth in Baibars"s deep laughter.
"And so," Baibars said, "Daoud has won for us the time we needed and changed the fate of nations. And he will be avenged."
"I do not think he would feel a need to be avenged, my lord. He would be happy just to know that he saved his people from destruction."
Baibars nodded. "True. But I, too, am a sword in the hands of G.o.d. And if it pleases G.o.d to wield me, then in a generation there will not be a crusader left anywhere on the sacred soil of al-Islam. That will be Daoud"s vengeance and his monument. Hear me, O G.o.d."
By the light of the crescent moon hanging over the Multicolored Palace, Tilia watched the Mameluke sultan raise his right hand to heaven. Tears ran down his jutting cheeks. Baibars"s tears, she saw, ran as freely from his blind eye as from the eye that could see.