Using all his guile, More reached Tamina's apartment in the Seraglio.
Alas, George's daughter was being instructed by one of the Sultan's
concubines. The latter shrieked, guards came, More was disarmed and he
and Tamina were taken before the Kizlar Aga or chief eunuch, Mehmet.
Mehmet was morbidly obese, shaven headed, seated on an armchair that
matched his bulk. On his lap was a cat unlike any More had seen
before. Its fur was long and all white. Perhaps from even further in
the East than Constantinople.
"Hosgeldiniz. Welcome. I do not recognise you," said Mehmet is a loud
yet high pitched voice.
More tried to voice his reply in Turkish in a similar register,
"Merhaba. I was new to your service, excellency, today is my first
day."
"Isminiz nedir? What is your name?" the Kizlar Aga almost spat.
"Ismim More. Thomas More."
The chief eunuch looked closely at More, his round face full of
suspicion. It's my eyes, thought More, I couldn't do anything about
them.
"Whip him!" Mehmet ordered the guards, "We'll beat the truth out of him.
The guards bound More's hands with ropes and tied them to a handy
manacle before setting about him with smaller cords. The pain was
intense. More cried out but he remembered to swear in Turkish,
"Küprülü!"
"You fools!" Mehmet chided the guards, "You don't whip a man when he
still has the robes on his back." The eunuch's body wobbled as he stood
and stepped forward, the Persian cat daintily alighting. "Do I have to
do everything?" he cried as he tore the cloth from More's back.
The guards were shocked to see the pale skin where the tamarind juice
had not marked More. Mehmet seemed delighted as if he had finally found
a point of purchase where the interrogation could begin in earnest. He
dismissed the guards - with an unarmed, bound man and a helpless girl
they would only get in the way - but kept their whip that he might
continue enquiries in a hands-on manner.
"So, Thomas bey. You are a man of North West Europe, evet? Are you the
lover of the Sultan's new dainty? Or do you plot against the Sultan for
your country and are using the girl as a dupe?" Mehmet raised the whip
high, "Answer me!"
As the lash fell, so slumped Mehmet. From the corner of his eye More
saw Tamina pinch the eunuch's neck. "How did you do that?" the
Englishman wondered aloud as the blond woman began untying him.
"You don't get to the fourth degree in the Order of the Rose and Cross
without learning some things," she said, airily.
More would have asked her more about this new Order but Mehmet was
rising to his feet. The only weapon to hand was Spalatinus' flute. He
thrust the instrument into the Kizlar Aga. Mehmet collapsed again with
a whistle of pain.
"That took the wind out of him," More noted, sardonically.
"Follow me!" Tamina commanded as she and Sir Thomas ran from the room.
"We can't go out the front gate, Tamina..."
"No, but not far from here is a balcony they showed me where they throw
into the Bosphorus girls who fail to please the Sultan. It's not much
of a jump and quite safe provided you're not stitched into a silken
bag."
With noises of guards in pursuit More felt they had little choice. They
reached the balcony, kicked off their shoes and jumped into the choppy
waters.
Tamina was making heavy going in the sea so More showed her the Austrian
crawl.[1] Within a few minutes she was matching Sir Thomas' easy, fluid
strokes.
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