Kapitel 21: Marina
"Mehmed, please light the fireplace," Marina, young woman, 19, entered the hall, shivering from the street cold.
Mehmed, an old disabled servant, groaned and fiddled for a long time near the fireplace and finally set it up, stood up heavily and bowed to his mistress.
"You are free, please go and rest," Marina waved her hand at him.
Mehmed hobbled out of the room, and she sat down in a chair and began to think about the not entirely successful affairs for her at the Sultan's court.
Sultan Bayezid clearly stayed too long on the throne, his sons is showing impatience and against the backdrop of all this, her protector lost the Sultan's favor. Each of the high-ranking dignitaries are trying to guess who would become the next Sultan, but everything is very, very unclear.
Suddenly the curtain fluttered, and a young man appeared in front of her.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Marina screamed in surprise and got up from her chair.
"Thank you for ordering the fire to be lit, I'm completely chilled," Jalil said, approaching her. "I'm looking for Irene Fireman, she lives here, can you tell me where she is?"
Marina grabbed the dagger, but Jalil was quicker, and his dagger had been put to Marina's neck a split second earlier.
"Don't be like that, young lady, I just want to talk," Jalil said. "Drop your knife, I won't harm you."
Marina unclenched her hand and the dagger fell to the floor, "A woman in our times should carry a weapon for self-protection."
"I know," Jalil agreed taking away his dagger from Marina's neck. "So, what about Irene, can you tell me where she is?"
"She's been gone for three months now, and I don't know where she is. Does she owe you money or some favor?"
"Nope, it's neither, do you know some Bernard? He's probably engaging in the slave trade or something."
"I don't know Bernard," Marina said after thinking a little and shaking her head, "but I can ask at court."
Jalil was amazed, "Are you accepted at court? Really? Who is your patron?"
"Pasha Mustafa."
"What!? That loser?"
"And what?" Marina asked sharply. From such impudent words a blush appeared on her cheeks.
"The Grand Vizier is thinking of feeding him to the lions or cutting off his head!"
"What nonsense!"
"Yes, all of Istanbul talks about this a few days!" Jalil said smiling.
There was silence.
"Well, okay, of course try to ask about Bernard, but I have to go, I still need to get to the west bank. Thanks for the warmth," Jalil said. "And, by the way, while you were away, I happened to look at your papers. I think your banker is deceiving you."
"Damn Genoese! Hmm, you can stay at Irene's room, it's free for now," Marina nodded her head towards the door to the next room. "And tomorrow morning, no, better the day after tomorrow, you will tell me about my finances."
"Aren't you going to stab me at night?"
"I don't."
"Thanks, I might agree."
Marina rang the bell, and the old servant Mehmed entered the hall. "Please prepare a hot bath for me and a basin of warm water for the young man."
Mehmed bowed and left.
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