Prisoner
of the Seraglio
A
Cordelia Delacourt Adventure
Chapter
12 The City of
Sometime near dawn Cordelia fell asleep; as a result when the camp awoke
she overslept. When she finally
did roll out of bed she stood stupidly in the middle of the tent wondering
what to do. After what she had
discovered she couldnt face sitting down to breakfast with Liz and
Faced with the inevitable, she quickly dressed. She and Liz no longer wore the blue sailor suits they had been given on board the Adler. They had worn out long ago. Instead Burton had supplied them with clothing from his own wardrobe. It had taken a considerable amount of cutting to make any of the clothing items fit, but she and Liz had managed to make them serviceable.
Using the bowl provided, she poured water from a porcelain pitcher and splashed
water on her face. Then, taking
the small mirror
As she had surmised
What is it Miss Delacourt? Burton asked. Are you not feeling well?
Liz said nothing, but she uncharacteristically flushed, her skin darkening
under her tan. Her eyes told
Cordelia that she knew she and
I am fine, sir, Cordelia answered in reply to
She said nothing further, but began to pick at the food set in her
place.
I am sorry, Cordelia, Liz said as soon as
What for? Cordelia answered. You did nothing wrong.
I meant to tell you, Liz added, but every time I started to something seemed to stop me. Its funny; Ive never had trouble talking about something like that before.
You dont have to talk about it now, Cordelia said. It is none of my business.
But I do, Liz insisted. I should have told you the first time it happened. But I couldnt perhaps because .
Because you thought I wanted him too, Cordelia finished for her. She laughed somewhat ruefully. This is silly; were two girls not yet out of our teens and were talking about being in love with a man who could be our grandfather.
Do you love him, Cordelia? Liz asked. Because if you do, then
Cordelia stopped Liz before she could continue. She knew what the girl was going to say. No, Liz; you dont have to do that. I hardly have first claim on Mr. Burton, much less the right to displace you. Besides I think my attraction to him was more due to the fact that he was the only Englishman for a thousand miles rather than anything else.
Liz seemed relieved by Cordelias answer. You know, she said softly, hes the only man Ive ever known who treated me like a lady. I cant explain it, but it seemed only natural that I reward him.
I think I understand, Cordelia answered. But you dont need to excuse yourself to me. You are my friend and there is nothing that I would not do for you.
Tearfully, Liz wrapped her arms around
Cordelia. As she returned the
hug she thought how sad Lizs life had been; that she automatically
gave her body to the first man who had ever shown any form of politeness
to her. Strangely, she felt no
animosity toward
They broke for the hug. Come on, she said. We will say no more about this. Let Mr. Burton figure it out for himself. And if you wish to continue sleeping in your own tent it is entirely up to you.
Liz smiled widely, showing clearly what had attracted
Wisely,
They remained only one day in the campground
You are right, Miss Delacourt,
By now the lake could no longer be seen, screened from view by the thick
forest vegetation. After the
more open land they had been trekking through for the last few weeks Cordelia
now felt closed in. The forest,
however, was not without its wonders.
Overhead, bright birds moved flitted from branch to branch and monkeys
jabbered at the procession that dared to invade their
domain. Cordelia spent as much
time with her eyes turned upward as she did picking a way down the
slope. Beside her
Cordelia wished that they could stop so that she could sketch a few of the
plants and animals she saw, but
And then they came to a break in the trees. A rough stone ridge almost devoid of vegetation ran straight toward the lake giving them a view of the water once more. They were very close and a half hour later they stopped beside the water.
By the sun it was just a little after
We go no further by land, ladies,
And what is there, Mr. Burton? Cordelia asked.
Cordelia got no more out of the explorer.
They camped as usual, but there
was one small change; Liz now referred to
The fleet turned out to be a large number of hollowed out
trees.
It was by Cordelias standards a very crude vessel, consisting of a
sixty foot log that had been hollowed out to create a hull with gunwales
that were about a foot above the water when
loaded. To keep the craft from
capsizing it had been stabilized with an
outrigger. To Cordelias
pleasant surprise it cut through the water fairly effectively, but as she
crossed the lake her mind focused on
It was, she reflected, completely the opposite of what the explorer was usually
like. On every previous occasion
he had delighted in explaining the wonders of
She kept her eyes on
Cordelia followed the direction of his gaze attempting to see what
A number of black objects dotted the
water.
But who are they, Mr.
Let us wait and see,
Cordelia was finding
Looming before them was a gigantic figure of what Cordelia took to be an African warrior standing at least two hundred feet tall.
Cordelia could make nothing out of the document
Cordelia stared at the enormous rock carving, wondering what lost civilization could have created it.
Blimey, Liz said in awe. Thats summit init?
Cordelia almost winced at Lizs lapse back into her street accent, but she was too lost in watching where they were going to comment. They paddled past the island. Before them was the shore and a large stone pier. Many of the sailing vessels that had fled before them were tied up there, their dark-skinned crews arrayed on the dock. Looking beyond them Cordelia could make out what had been invisible from the far shore, a collection of stone buildings built in an ancient style that she did not recognize.
So this is what
As the canoe pulled up to the pier the dark-skinned men lining it moved back
fearfully.
Several of them ran toward the city while the others gathered to
stare.
They didnt have to wait long. A few minutes later several men marched toward them. These were quite different from the collection of fishermen on the dark. They were clearly soldiers, wearing what appeared to be leather armour and carrying spears. As they moved closer Cordelia was able to pick out more detail and noted to her surprise that the spears carried by the soldiers appeared to be tipped by stone spearheads. She also saw that nowhere on their armour was there a trace of metal.
It seemed to be a suitable gift, however.
The man who took it handled it as if it were the most precious of
metals. He bowed to
Bring the canoes in, he ordered. "Unload the goods onto the dock."
In short order the remaining canoes were tied up and the porters began to
unload them. Cordelia noted that
the armed men
Shortly after the last canoe was unloaded another procession came down the road from the city. This one was much larger and in the middle of it was a litter carried by eight strongly-built men. Riding in it was a regal-looking man dressed in scarlet robes and wearing a gleaming coronet upon his head. Almost certainly the man was royalty and the respect shown him by the people crowding the dock confirmed that as they all went to their knees as the litter approached.
For his part
But were not royalty, Cordelia protested.
Really, Miss Delacourt,
Properly chastened, Cordelia shut her mouth, wondering what
The man in the litter was about forty years of age, and dressed in white
cotton robes. He made no move
to get out of the litter as
It seems that we are welcome,
But who are these people? Cordelia
asked. What is
I speak their language because I prepared myself for this
expedition. I knew what I was
looking for. It was all in the
map. This is the lost city of
the Abyssinians, also known as the City of
Cordelia smiled her appreciation of
The procession to the city was impressive, and became more so as they advanced
further. City of
Dazzling, Cordelia thought. Its incredible. Almost as fantastic as von Jagermeisters ship.
The kings procession took them through the heart of the
city. Even without the gleam
of the gold it would have been
impressive. Large colonnaded
buildings lined the wide avenues.
It was a style of architecture that Cordelia had never scene, resembling
that of pictures she had seen of ancient
The appearance of strangers in the city created great excitement and the
streets were lined with thousands of
people. Most of the women were
dressed in long robes that covered their bodies from head to
foot. The men wore toga-like
garments that left one shoulder bare and extended to their
feet. Cordelia wondered what
they thought of her and Liz. By
comparison she and Liz were dressed rather immodestly; the clothes
They followed the king to the centre of the
city. Before them was a building
that rivaled the largest and grandest structure in
The king was carried to a raised dais where he seated himself upon his
throne. He gestured toward his
guests and
What happens now? whispered Cordelia.
Now,
Negotiate? Cordelia wondered. For what?
For a few seconds no one spoke. The
kings eyes swept over them, fixing first on Cordelia and then on Liz
with an intensity that made Cordelia
nervous. She had seen that look
far too often in the last few months.
She fervently hoped that
As if reading her mind,
Cordelia relaxed a bit. It seemed
that
Cordelia could follow nothing of the conversation, but a good deal of it
seemed to focus on the steel implement that
What is happening, Mr. Burton? You say you are negotiating, but negotiating about what?
The gold of course,
Cordelia tried hard to conceal her
dismay. What had happened to
Whatever he said appeared not to agree with
Slowly he turned to Cordelia and Liz. There was something in his eyes that told her right away that she was not going to like what he was about to say.
What is going on, Mr. Burton? she asked nervously. Why are you looking at me like that?
I am sorry, Miss Delacourt, but negotiations did not quite go as planned.
What have you done? Cordelia demanded. What sort of deal did you make?
The king is most desirous of obtaining iron goods in exchange for gold, but he also wanted something else as well. I am afraid that something else includes you and Liz.
Bloody hell, said Liz, speaking for the first time. The bastards sold us. And to think I let him
Cordelia suddenly felt sick. She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. When she could finally choke out a reply her voice was barely audible. You cant be serious. You traded two white women to a black king for a few pieces of gold?
Oh no, Miss Delacourt. I trade you for a great deal of gold. Much more gold than I had imagined. And as for trading you to an African, consider it an honour. The king was most disappointed to learn that neither you nor Miss Brown still possessed your virtue. But he decided to overlook that defect.
Defect? Cordelia gasped. Her head was swimming and her legs had turned to rubber. But I was forced She stopped speaking realizing that nothing she said was going to have any affect. The sense of betrayal was overwhelming. For a few weeks she had thought herself safe and now she had been sold into sexual bondage by a man she thought she could trust.
You cant do this, Cordelia panted, near beside herself from shock and fear. How could you betray two of your own countrywomen for the sake of gold? Have you no sense of honour?
Come, Miss Delacourt. You
can hardly expect me to ignore the work of a lifetime just to make you
happy.
I should point out, Miss Delacourt,
Cordelias legs buckled.
Vaguely she could hear Liz giving
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