“In all the Names of God, his throat was cut. He’s dead and we’re dishonored. All of us, me! Disgraced, because of you!” “The Khan’s a devil. I’m sorry but I’m no - ” “We treated with the Khan honorably, and you honorably, you were spoils of war won from the Khan’s enemies and ours, you’re married to his daughter and he’s rich with more bags of gold than a goat has hairs. What’s 10 million rials to him? A piece of goat’s shit. Worse, he’s taken away our honor. God’s death on him!”
A murmur went through those who watched and waited, not understanding the English but hearing the jagged barbs of anger.
Again the hissing venom: “Insha’Allah! Now we release you as you want, on foot, and then we will hunt you. We will not kill you with bullets, nor will you see the sunset, and your head will be a Khan’s gift.” The Sheik repeated the punishment in his own tongue and waved his hand. Men surged forward. “Wait, wait!” Erikki shouted as his fear thrust an idea at him. “You wish to beg for mercy?” Bayazid said contemptuously. “I thought you were a man - that’s why I didn’t order your throat cut while you sleep.”
“Not mercy, vengeance!” Then Erikki roared, “Vengeance!” There was an astonished silence. “For you and for me! Don’t you deserve vengeance for such dishonor?”
The younger man hesitated. “What trickery is this?”
“I can help you regain your honor - I alone. Let us sack the palace of the Khan and both be revenged on him,” Erikki prayed to his ancient gods to make his tongue golden.
“Are you mad?”
“The Khan is my enemy more than yours, why else would he disgrace both of us if not to infuriate you against me? I know the palace. I can get you and fifteen armed men into the forecourt in a split second an - ” “Madness,” the Sheik scoffed. “Should we throw our lives away like hashish-infected fools? The Khan has too many guards.”
“Fifty-three on call within the walls, no more than four or five on duty at any one time. Are your fighters so weak they can’t deal with fifty-three? We have surprise on our side. A sudden commando attack from the sky, a relentless charge to avenge your honor - I could get you in and out the same way in minutes. Abdollah Khan’s sick, very sick, guards won’t be prepared, nor the household. I know the way in, where he sleeps, everything….” Erikki heard his voice pick up excitement, knowing it could be done: the violent flare over the walls and sudden touchdown, jumping out, leading the way up the steps and in, up the staircase onto the landing, down the corridor, knocking aside Ahmed and whoever stood in the way, into the Khan’s room, then stepping aside for Bayazid and his men to do what they wanted, somehow getting to the north wing and Azadeh and saving her, and if she was not there or hurt, then killing and killing, the Khan, guards, these men, everyone.
His plan possessed him now. “Wouldn’t your name last a thousand years because of your daring? Sheik Bayazid, he who dared to humble, to challenge the Khan of all the Gorgons inside his lair for a matter of honor? Wouldn’t minstrels sing songs about you forever at the campfires of all the Kurds? Isn’t that what Saladin the Kurd would do?”
He saw the eyes in the firelight glowing differently now, saw Bayazid hesitate, the silence growing, heard him talk softly to his people - then one man laughed and called out something that others echoed and then, with one voice, they roared approval.
Willing hands cut him loose. Men fought viciously for the privilege of being on the raid. Erikki’s fingers trembled as he pressed Engine Start. The first of the jets exploded into life.
IN THE PALACE OF THE KHAN: 6:35 A.M. Hakim came out of sleep violently. His bodyguard near the door was startled. “What is it, Highness?” “Nothing, nothing, Ishtar, I was… I was just dreaming.” Now that he was wide awake, Hakim lay back and stretched luxuriously, eager for the new day. “Bring me coffee. After my bath, breakfast here - and ask my sister to join me.”
“Yes, Highness, at once.”
His bodyguard left him. Again he stretched his taut body. Dawn was murky. The room ornate and vast and drafty and chilly but the bedroom of the Khan. In the huge fireplace a fire burned brightly fed by the guard through the night, no one else allowed in, the guard chosen by him personally from the fifty-three within the palace, pending a decision about their future. Where to find those to be trusted, he asked himself, then got out of bed, wrapping the warm brocade dressing gown tighter - one of a half a hundred that he had found in the wardrobe - faced Mecca and the open Koran in the ornately tiled niche, knelt, and said the first prayer of the day. When he had finished he stayed there, his eyes on the ancient Koran, immense, bejeweled, hand-calligraphed, and without price, the Gorgon Khan’s Koran - his Koran. So much to thank God for, he thought, so much still to learn, so much still to do - but a wonderful beginning already made.
Not long after midnight yesterday, before all the assembled family in the house, he had taken the carved emerald and gold ring - symbol of the ancient khanate - from the index finger of his father’s right hand and put it on his own. He had had to fight the ring over a roll of fat and close his nostrils to the stink of death that hung in the room. His excitement had overcome his revulsion, and now he was truly Khan. Then all the family present knelt and kissed his ringed hand, swearing allegiance, Azadeh proudly first, next Aysha trembling and frightened, then the others, Najoud and Mahmud outwardly abject, secretly blessing God for the reprieve.
Then downstairs in the Great Room with Azadeh standing behind him, Ahmed and the bodyguards also swore allegiance - the rest of the far-flung family would come later, along with other tribal leaders, personal and household staff and servants. At once he had given orders for the funeral and then he allowed his eyes to see Najoud. “So.”
“Highness,” Najoud said unctuously, “with all our hearts, before God, we congratulate you, and swear to serve you to the limits of our power.” “Thank you, Najoud,” he had said. “Thank you. Ahmed, what was the Khan’s sentence decreed on my sister and her family before he died?” Tension in the Great Room was sudden.
“Banishment, penniless to the wastelands north of Meshed, Highness, under guard - at once.”
“I regret, Najoud, you and all your family will leave at dawn as decreed.” He remembered how her face had gone ashen and Mahmud’s ashen and she had stammered, “But, Highness, now you are Khan, your word is our law. I did not expect… you’re Khan now.”
“But the Khan, our father, gave the order when he was the law, Najoud. It is not correct to overrule him.”
“But you’re the law now,” Najoud had said with a sickly smile. “You do what’s right.”
“With God’s help I will certainly try, Najoud. But I can’t overrule my father on his deathbed.”
“But, Highness…” Najoud had come closer. “Please, may … may we discuss this in private?”
“Better here before the family, Najoud. What did you want to say?” She had hesitated and come even closer and he felt Ahmed tense and saw his knife hand ready, and the hair on his neck stiffened. “Just because Ahmed says that the Khan gave such an order doesn’t mean that it… does it?” Najoud had tried to whisper but her words echoed off the walls. Breath sighed out of Ahmed’s lips. “May God burn me forever if I lied.” “I know you didn’t, Ahmed,” Hakim had said sadly. “Wasn’t I there when the Khan decided? I was there, Najoud, so was Her Highness, my sister, I regret th - ”
“But you can be mercifulll!” Najoud had cried out. “Please, please be merciful!”
“Oh, but I am, Najoud. I forgive you. But the punishment was for lying in the Name of God,” he had said gravely, “not punishment for lying about my sister and me, causing us years of grief, losing us our father’s love. Of course we forgive you that, don’t we, Azadeh?”