An Evil Eye Part 28

THE search for Hyacinth had not begun in earnest until after midnight, when the other eunuchs protested at his absence from prayers. Confusion reigned over where the old eunuch was likely to have gone; so it was not until the small hours that a proper search had been inst.i.tuted by the corporal of the halberdiers.

Off-duty men had been roused from their sleep to join the search, and to confirm that Hyacinth had not left the harem earlier in the day. They looked first in the cavernous kitchens of the palace, built, like the Court of the Favorites and the pool, by the great Sinan, and then in the harem mosque. The harem was a warren of corridors and courts and little rooms, and the search party proceeded only slowly, and with many delays, as women were roused and questioned through half-open doors, and empty rooms were opened and inspected.

The harem had been home to many hundreds of women, eunuchs, and children, and over the centuries it had grown higgledy-piggledy over several levels, as rooms were extended or part.i.tioned, demolished and rebuilt. The search party had stuck together, holding flaming torches, as they climbed and descended and followed corridors through suites of chambers and courts and little gardens. At first they had called to Hyacinth by name, but after an hour or two they had grown more quiet, alarmed by the echo of their own voices and by an increasing dread of summoning the departed. For everyone by then was already sure he was dead.

They had searched the Court of the Favorites at least twice in the night; but the light cast by their torches did not reach the pool beneath the bal.u.s.trade, so it was not until dawn that someone first noticed a dark shape on the tiles below. The keys to the bathing pool were sought and produced, and at last, after the hour of the morning prayer, three halberdiers pried the body of the old eunuch off the pool floor with a peculiar sucking sound that drove several onlookers from the bal.u.s.trade above.

The corporal told Yas.h.i.+m it was clear from the amount of snow that covered him, and from the state of rigor, that the old man had been dead for quite some time.

They had lowered him onto a sheet and brought him to the deserted hospital quarters upstairs.

Yas.h.i.+m pulled back a sheet to examine the body. There was little else to be learned. The old eunuch had probably died instantly when he hit the tiles. His limbs, Yas.h.i.+m noticed, were beginning to thaw, but he lay still with his arms outstretched over his head, as if warding off some final blow; or in a parody of waking.

Yas.h.i.+m spent a little more time examining the floor of the pool before he ordered the blood to be washed away. Upstairs, he stood by the bal.u.s.trade, piecing together in his mind the circ.u.mstances of Hyacinth's fatal fall. Finally, he took a stiff broom from one of the halberdiers and swept at the ice and slush that covered the courtyard, peering down now and then to see if anything turned up. He found a small coin and a tiny bead of green gla.s.s; but otherwise nothing.

"And the yard was covered in snow and ice yesterday?"

"It fell heavily yesterday morning, efendi," the corporal explained.

"And was not swept? There's salt here, at least."

"We salted the open courts the night before, efendi. When it looked like snow."

"But n.o.body swept here yesterday?"

The corporal hesitated. "No, efendi. The order was not given."

"And tell me, corporal, who gives the orders to sweep the courts?"

"That would be the late lala Hyacinth, efendi. Indeed, I told the men yesterday to have the brooms ready, in expectation of his order. I suppose-" He hesitated again. "Forgive me, efendi, but it seems to me that he may have been inspecting the condition of the ground when he slipped."

"Thank you, corporal. I'd like to speak with the eunuchs now."

There were six of them, all old men like Hyacinth, sitting glumly around a brazier in the first room of the eunuchs' quarters, up by the gate to the Second Court of the palace.

"Yesterday, gentlemen, Hyacinth ate with you at the midday meal?"

They tried to remember, their eyes full of concern, nodding dumbly.

"It was the last time we saw him, Yas.h.i.+m," one of them volunteered in his quavery, fluting voice.

Yas.h.i.+m coughed gently. "And what did he talk about? Can you remember?"

The old men blinked at one another, and at the ground.

"About the snow? Did you talk about the weather?" Perhaps the corporal was right, and Hyacinth had been inspecting the condition of the courts. He could have gone to the bal.u.s.trade, and slipped.

"The cold weather," one of the men said, nodding. "He never liked it, Yas.h.i.+m efendi."

"No. But did he say the ground needed to be swept?" Normally Yas.h.i.+m would have avoided such a direct question; but the old men's memories needed jogging. "Did he mean to look?"

"I don't know, Yas.h.i.+m efendi," one of the eunuchs replied, with a faint shrug. "But I don't think that's why he expected you to visit."

"Me to visit? Why?"

The old man shook his head. "He didn't say, Yas.h.i.+m efendi. But perhaps it was about the girl?"

"Melda? What was the matter?"

The elderly man cracked his long knuckles and looked unhappy. "She hasn't been doing very well," he said.

"She's been sick," another man added. "And Hyacinth lala was concerned. That's right. He wanted to talk to you."

"And he said I was coming? To see him here?"

The old men exchanged glances. "I thought that's what he said," the first ventured.

"Do you remember?" He appealed to the others, who considered.

"That's right," one of them said finally. "He said you were coming later on, and he'd be glad to see you."

Yas.h.i.+m nodded and bit his lip. "Has the valide been informed?"

The eunuchs glanced at one another. They're rudderless, Yas.h.i.+m thought. All their lives they have deferred to others, to a Kislar aga, to Hyacinth, to the valide. But the valide had grown old, and the Kislar aga was no longer there.

And Hyacinth was suddenly gone.

"I take it none of you have spoken to her yet." It was a statement, not a question. The eunuchs looked sorrowful, and faintly relieved. "I'll tell her myself," Yas.h.i.+m added.

The old men thought that would be best. Yas.h.i.+m left them all nodding solemnly and stroking their beardless faces, and went to find the valide.

101.

HE found, instead, the valide's slave.

She put a finger to her lips and let him through the door.

"She's sleeping, Yas.h.i.+m efendi," she whispered.

Yas.h.i.+m nodded. He had momentarily forgotten the young woman's name.

"Perhaps I should wait," he said.

The girl's head bobbed. Her eyes were wide. "It's Hyacinth, isn't it? He's dead."

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Tulin," he added, remembering her name. For a moment he had felt like one of the old men. "He must have fallen on the ice. He died instantly."

"Hamdullah," the girl mumbled: by the grace of G.o.d.

"Hamdullah," Yas.h.i.+m repeated. "He was an old man."

She said gently: "I can tell the valide about it, if you'd prefer."

"I don't think so, Tulin. The valide has known Hyacinth for a very long time."

It came out as a rebuke, more emphatically than he'd meant. He glanced across and saw a slight flicker in the girl's eyes as she registered what he'd left unsaid. That she was less significant than Hyacinth. That she was less to the valide than Yas.h.i.+m himself.

He flashed her a brief, friendly smile. A girl of her age could scarcely comprehend what Hyacinth embodied: the shared experience, the years of enclosure and drama and ennui.

He turned from Tulin and stood looking into the fire that smoldered in the vestibule.

"Hyacinth was important to the valide in a way that might be hard to understand," he began. He would have added that the old eunuch was like a lovely vase given to her years ago to keep, which was now lost and broken; but at that moment a bell tinkled faintly in the room beyond.

"Tulin! Tulin!"

She brushed past him swiftly, with a glance he found hard to interpret, and before he could say another word she had gone in to the valide.

Yas.h.i.+m sighed, wondering whether he should stay. If he waited, it was at Tulin's pleasure: he could hardly blunder into the valide's chamber unannounced. He c.o.c.ked his head. He could hear the valide muttering something next door, and the lower, soothing tones of Tulin's voice; but farther off he could hear, too, the sound of the muezzin calling the Friday prayer.

He started, surprised it had grown so late.

At the door he brushed past a damp cloak hanging on a peg; the coldness made him shudder. He noticed a pair of galoshes on the floor, surrounded by a little muddied pool of melt.w.a.ter, and the sight suddenly brought tears to his eyes. It was, he thought, just the sort of little thing Hyacinth would have fussed over, in his punctilious way.

Yas.h.i.+m considered it the proper time to offer up his prayers.

102.

THE man with the knife walked down into the valley, looking for water.

When the path crossed a stream he took off his jacket and his s.h.i.+rt in spite of the cold and washed his arms, his hands, scrubbing at congealed gore with his fingernails.

When his hands were clean he washed his face, drenching his neck and shoulders with the icy water.

He rubbed his wet hands over his chest, and flinched. The dog had gotten closer than he'd thought-not a cut, quite, but a red welt over one breast. He splashed it with water, and ma.s.saged it beneath his hands. He reached for his s.h.i.+rt and looked it over. The thick linen was not damaged: only when he held it to the light could he see a tiny hole.

He rubbed the welt again. Then he washed his knife.

103.

THE little mosque of the harem was half empty, but Yas.h.i.+m was sure that everyone in the diminished harem population was there: the retired women weeping for Hyacinth, and the bewildered old eunuchs he had met earlier. The corporal of the halberdiers was there, too, very correct in his manner, keeping his eyes fixed to the ground. Yas.h.i.+m watched the women carefully, out of the corner of his eye, but he did not see Melda; nor, of course, did Tulin or the valide make an appearance.

The imam, himself very old and frail, made a short and scarcely audible reference to Hyacinth's death, and more confidently led a prayer for his soul.

Afterward Yas.h.i.+m found Tulin waiting for him in the vestibule.

"I guessed you had gone for prayers, Yas.h.i.+m efendi. I told the valide you would come." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. "I haven't said anything, you understand. I thought-"

"Quite right, yes." Yas.h.i.+m nodded.

He stepped through the doorway and found the valide sitting up on the divan. She was wearing a bright silk jacket, so finely quilted that it hung loosely on her thin shoulders; under it a scarf and a fine lawn chemise. She looked exquisite.

"Mysteries, Yas.h.i.+m." She lowered the pince-nez with two fingers and inspected him over the rim. "Tell me all."

He inclined his head, gravely. It was just his luck to find the valide in this mood, sportive and light: she was dressed, he thought, to charm-not to receive bad news.

He approached the divan, and she held out a hand indicating that he should sit.

He took her hand. "There is no mystery, valide. It's Hyacinth. It seems that-"

"Hyacinth!" She pulled back her hand and fanned herself with it. "La! I desired intrigue. I'm disappointed. Go on, Yas.h.i.+m."

"He's dead." Yas.h.i.+m paused. "He fell from the bal.u.s.trade, in the Court of Favorites."

The valide said nothing.

"He cracked his head on the floor of the pool," Yas.h.i.+m continued. "He must have died instantly, hanum efendi."

The valide lifted her chin and glanced at the window. "It's been snowing," she said.

Yas.h.i.+m followed her glance. "It snowed yesterday. The ground was very slippery, with ice."