Bedazzled. Bertrice Small

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СКАЧАТЬ two men exited the cabin, locking India in once again. Outside the door she could hear the orderly sounds of activity as the majority of the Royal Charles seamen were transferred onto the pirate galley where they would be shackled. The voices outside her door were now foreign, and indistinguishable but for an occasional English voice. She was frantic for Adrian’s safety, and Tom had told her nothing. Her head was throbbing, and she had bruised her hip when Aruj Agha had thrown her to the floor. India suddenly felt like crying.

      She heard the sound of the key, and the door opened again to admit Knox, the steward. “Captain wanted me to tell ye what is happening, m’lady, and bring you something to eat. Ye ain’t touched a morsel since last night, and that ain’t good. You’ve got to keep up yer strength.”

      “Where is Adrian?” India asked the steward desperately, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

      “Now, don’t you go fretting, m’lady, about the young gentleman,” Knox told her, feeling a little sorry for the girl now. “He’s locked in his cabin same as you. Captain says he might get ransomed. All the rest of the crew but for the captain, me, Mr. Bolton, the first mate, Mr. James, the second mate, and Will, the cook, has been sent over to the galley. We got a bunch of them heathen crewmen aboard us now.” He set down the tray he was carrying and peeled the napkin back.

      India looked wanly at his offering, and sighed. “I don’t think I can eat a morsel,” she said.

      “If ye eats every bit of this meal up, m’lady, I’ll carry a message to yer young gentleman,” he bribed her. “Cook killed and roasted the last of the chickens today, and made some fresh bread. There’s an artichoke, some grapes, and I’ve sectioned an orange for ye. Now, you eat it up. When I takes the gentleman his tray, I’ll take yer message to him as well. All right?”

      India sniffled, but began to pick at the food the steward had brought her. She took a nibble, and then another, and discovered to her surprise that she was actually hungry despite her low spirits. She quickly stripped the meat from the chicken wing, chewing it vigorously and swallowing it down. “Is there any cheese?” she asked the steward.

      “Beneath the bread, m’lady,” he answered her, masking a smile. The poor lass had not eaten in a day. Of course she was hungry. She had best eat now, for God only knew what kind of heathen food they would be offered when they reached port. I’m getting too old for this kind of adventure, Knox thought to himself. If I ever get back to England, I’ll find myself a nice widow with a bit put aside, and settle us in a cottage down in Devon, with a view of the sea from the windows, which will be more than enough for me. If I gets back.

      When India had finished all the food on the tray, Knox picked it up to go, asking, “What shall I tell the young gentleman, m’lady?”

      “Say I love him,” India began, “and that I’m praying for our deliverance. Tell him I wouldn’t consider it amiss if he would pray for all aboard the Royal Charles, too. And he should find a way for us to escape!” India concluded.

      “Yes, m’lady,” Knox replied, thinking he would certainly leave off the last part of her message to Adrian Leigh. They didn’t need the young milord trying to be heroic and getting himself killed. Not that Knox thought the young man heroic. He was rather more of an opportunist, taking his chances when they appeared favorable. Still, a little caution never hurt.

      Alone again, India sat in the window seat once more viewing the empty sea. The sun was beginning to set in the west, almost directly in front of her. Above, the sky was a clear sharp blue, streaked with wispy pink clouds. The western horizon was flame, and purple and gold, with just the faintest edging of pale green. As the sky darkened, a single bright blue crystal star appeared in the early night sky. India sighed. It was so utterly beautiful. She wondered if Adrian was watching the sunset, too, and did he think of her as she thought of him? The sound of the door being opened caused her to turn her head from the window. She expected to see her cousin, but it was Aruj Agha instead. India stiffened.

      “Do not be concerned, my beauty,” he said in a reassuring voice. “You will not be harmed in my care. Let me light a lamp. It is dark in here.” He drew the oil lamp down, and lit it with a small wick from the lamp he carried. “Remain in your place, my beauty, and let us talk. Do you understand what has happened this day?”

      “You and your bandits have pirated our ship,” India said sharply.

      He chuckled, amused by her continued spirit. “It is my right to capture your vessel, girl,” he told her. “These waters are under the control of that most gracious servant of Allah—may he be blessed forever—Murad, the fourth of that name. He is but a young lad, but we hope he will one day be a great sultan. As an infidel ship, you are fair game, my beauty.”

      “Who are you?” India asked, curious. “Are you a Turk?”

      “I am a Bosnian, my beauty. It is part of the Ottoman Empire, but in Europe. I was conscripted into the corps of janissaries when I was eight years old. It was a great honor for my family. My uncle had been a janissary. I was educated by the corps, and nurtured by the corps. I worked my way up through the corps until I attained the rank of agha—captain, you would call it in your tongue,” he told her.

      “What will happen to me?” India asked. “My cousin says I will be a slave now. I am not a slave! I am the daughter of the duke of Glenkirk. Two of my brothers are dukes, and one a marquis. I am an heiress of great wealth, and related by blood to England’s king.”

      Aruj Agha’s brown eyes twinkled, and he stroked his russet beard thoughtfully. “ ’Tis a most impressive pedigree, my beauty, but it does not change the facts. Your cousin told you the truth.”

      India jumped down from the window seat, and stamped her foot. “My family will pay you a fabulous ransom for my safe return. I could pay you the ransom myself. Don’t you understand, Arug Agha? I am rich! Why, I own two trading ships: the Star of India, and the Prince of Kashmir. They are on the East Indies run, bringing spices, silks, and jewels to England each year. All that in addition to a great inheritance left me.”

      “I have listened to you carefully, my beauty, now you must listen to me. I do not have the right to make any decision regarding your fate. You, this ship, and everything on it, men and cargo alike, now belong to the dey of El Sinut, who rules in the sultan’s name here. It is he who will make the decision concerning your fate. It is my job to bring you all safely into the harbor of El Sinut, and with Allah’s help, guidance, and blessing, I will.” He arose. “Now, I will bid you good night. You need have no fears, my beauty. You are quite safe.”

      “My cousin?” she asked.

      “I will allow him to come and see you in the morning,” the agha told her. Then, with a bow, he departed the cabin, locking it behind him.

      India paced the room. This was impossible. And none of it would have happened if you had heeded your parents, a little voice in her head said. “God’s nightshirt!” she swore, but the little voice was right, and she knew it. If she had listened to her family instead of allowing her foolish heart to rule her, she would be safe at home in Scotland, and not the captive of Barbary pirates. Her family wouldn’t force her to marry someone she didn’t really love. They could try, but in the end she would have gotten her way if she had just been a bit more patient, India decided. And as much as she loved Adrian, he had been wrong to cajole her into the elopement. Just look what had happened to them!

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