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Everyone’s quiet for a bit, with a girlish instinct we find ourselves holding each others’ hands. Then Yasmin asks quietly,

‘What about you, Sima, Turi, and the rest of the dancers? How did you get here?’

Sima and Turi look at each other, then Sima says,

‘Well – that’s some story – how long have we got?’

‘I don’t know, all the time in the world it seems...’

‘Well, at least we’ll make a start – but tell me if you’re getting tired- ‘ Yasmin nods.

‘Well, the morning after you were whip-stripped, Eul, we’d just come in from our run, on our way to the gym, the Wardrobe Mistress suddenly appears and whispers to me to go with her. So I follow her into her room and she says, still whispering, “Prince Qusay’s dead, Eul’s in big trouble, Yasmin’s been hauled off to the torture chamber –‘

Yasmin sighs, so do I

‘”and you’ll be next – I’ve got to hide you.” So she takes me to the back room where all the clothes are stored, opens a cupboard right in the far corner, slides back a panel in the back of it, and there’s an old iron door in the wall behind it. She taps a code and it unlocks, she tells me to get through it. It’s just a small box of a place, with a sloping chute going up to an iron hatch, it must have been used for delivering stuff in old times. Anyway, that’s where I have to stay, not very comfortable, and of course I’m pretty frightened I’m going to be found and in serious trouble -but Wardrobe Mistress has found a good hidey-hole, and she does her best to make it bearable, she gives me some blankets and a torch, and a supply of food and drink. I can hear traffic outside, people walking above the hatch, clocks and calls to prayer, so I keep a sense of time. She looks every so often when it’s safe, to check I’m okay and bring more food and drink – oh and take out the pot! And that’s where I’m stuck for a while... but Turi had better tell you what was going on with her and the others...’

Yasmin’s wide-eyed at Sima’s account, I think I must be too, but we soon learn that was only the start of it, things got stranger still!

‘Well,’ says Turi, ‘when we realised Sima had vanished, we were pretty worried. Even more so when we got back down from the gym, into the training hall, the Dancing Mistress is there looking even grimmer than usual. “Prince Qusay’s dead,” she tells us, “and Prince Uday’s after your blood, he’s swearing all the girls in the Palace are traitors, he’s going to line you up and shoot the lot of you!” '

'Well, that nearly had us wetting our knickers – but it was first the bad news, then the – well, hardly any better – “Begum Raghida’s not going to let that happen, but you’re all going to have to get out of the Palace quick – so you’re going to be sold -” we all gasped – “sold as slaves, in the Liaquat Brothers’ Emporium.” And, while we’re still trying to take that in, she turns to me and says, “slavegirl Turi, special order for you, you’ve to run straight along to the Branding Chamber – you know where that is?” “Yes Mistress,” I say, I know that place all too well, and off I run...’

‘When I get to the Chamber I’m greeted by that ghastly monster Moloch, I expected him, but I got a big shock – The Begum was there too! She seemed agitated, when I went to prostrate myself she snapped, "Quick, strip, and get on the bed!" I obeyed, Moloch strapped me on. I was shaking of course, sure I was going to be branded again. But he didn’t do that...’

She’s blushing, and giggles briefly...

‘He started feeling me up, fingering me, masturbating me! I was in fits, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was seriously weird, him kneading my cunt-lips, The Begum glaring at us like a pantomime dame – no, dom – I thought I must be going to be a star in a porn video!’

We’re all laughing now.

‘Anyway, the dirty old lech was pretty good at the foreplay, and being strapped down and stretched out naked, well, it does make a girl feel sexy, doesn’t it?’

We all nod, knowledgeably.

‘So he finds my clit and keeps flicking it and I can feel myself getting hornier and hornier, I’m panting and sweating and gasping, I can feel an almighty orgasm coming... but then he suddenly picks up an electric needle thing in one hand, a tiny pair of pliers in the other, grips my poor clit tight and pierces it right through with this hot needle. I yell like fury, everyone in the Palace must have heard me...’

‘I think I was probably screaming over the other side then,’ says Yasmin, ‘but slavegirls shrieking has always been the background music in Prince Uday’s Palace.’

‘Too true! He made some silly remark about kāfirah piglet squealing, but The Begum was not amused, she just snarled “Get on with it!” and gave him a ring, a little metal ring with tiny knob on it, he threaded through the hole he’d made and clicked it shut. Then he undid me, I went to put my kit back on but she said, “Don’t bother with that, you won’t be needing clothes, get back to the Training Hall!” So off I scampered.’
 
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Nurse brings us mugs of hot chocolate, she says to Yasmin and me, ‘You’re looking brighter already, your friends must be doing you good!’

Indeed, being with Lau, Sima and Turi is making a big difference, even if what they’re telling us is scary, we know they’ve come through alive, and we can begin to put together the pieces of this mind-twisting puzzle we’ve been living though. Turi goes on...

‘When I got there, all the other girls were naked, manacled, fettered, collared and chained in a coffle, all ready for the slave market. I was soon fitted up the same and a pair of Guards marched us off double quick along the cellar passage, out by the back gate, across Shahidi Square – we turned a few heads, some guys tried to grope us, but the Guards saw them off, soon we were in the cellar of Liquat Brothers’ Emporium, and we didn’t have to wait long before we were taken upstairs to one of their posh lounges for VIP customers.

There was a couple of men already waiting, like this had all been arranged. They were in plain business suits, I thought they’re probably agents of whoever’s buying us. They made a show of examining us, the usual physical examination I suppose. When one of them came to me, he soon found the clit ring, and whispered to his colleague “This is the one”.

After that, there was a bit of ritual haggling, a quick bank transfer via the net, and we were sold. We were taken downstairs to the yard, the rest of the girls were herded into a sort of people-carrier – a military-type one, but plain, no markings, but I was taken off the coffle and pushed into a car, another very plain-looking one, but it looked bullet-proof, with tinted windows.

Stuck, naked and handcuffed, between two strange men, to top if all I was hooded. I was absolutely petrified, I’d sussed they must be the Secret Police, what the hell was going on? Where are they taken me? What are they going to do with me? Why?

The journey didn’t take long, and they didn’t molest me in any way. When the driver stopped, they took the hood off and hauled me out of the car, up some steps and into an old house, I only saw it was surrounded by trees, and overgrown garden, hidden away. Inside, I was led along the hallway into a room at the far end. Again I nearly crapped with terror, I was sure it was a Torture Chamber, just the sort of furniture and instruments you three had to suffer.’

Lau, Yasmin and I all shudder, yes, we know well...

‘They made me lie on a bed thing, and strapped me there, much like in the Branding Chamber. But they didn’t torture me. All they did was take off the cunt-ring. Another man, more senior looking, was there, they gave it to him.

After that, they undid me, took me out to the car, popped the hood back on. They didn’t get in with me, I was alone in the back. Again, not a long ride, we paused at one point, I heard some words like we were at a checkpoint, then we went a bit further and stopped. The driver got out, unhooded me, a soldier was standing by, he directed me into a low building, when I went in I found the rest of the dancing troupe. One thing I did notice, between the car and the hut – I could see that hill, the one with woodland all over it, that we could see from the Academy –‘

‘Oh yes,’ I say, ‘You must have been at one of those military bases up beyond The Academy...’

‘That’s what I thought. But this wasn’t just an ordinary army base, these were Special Forces, tough guys in plain combat gear, no identifying marks. Anyway, the girls were pretty worried, we thought we’d been sold to some military brothel, we were going to be used for “recreation”. But no, they treated us well, we were unchained, they brought some men’s t-shirts that served quite well for cover-ups, sandwiches and hot drinks, there were quite comfy beds.

And there we stayed, for a couple of days I think. There seemed to be a lot going on in the base, trucks and machinery moving, men shouting. We asked the guys who brought our meals what was going on, they said they didn’t know any more than us – they probably didn’t, they certainly didn’t know what we were doing there, or what was going to happen to us. But then Sima turned up- and she had some story to tell!’
 
Eulalia said:
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Nurse brings us mugs of hot chocolate, she says to Yasmin and me, ‘You’re looking brighter already, your friends must be doing you good!’

Indeed, being with Lau, Sima and Turi is making a big difference, even if what they’re telling us is scary, we know they’ve come through alive, and we can begin to put together the pieces of this mind-twisting puzzle we’ve been living though. Turi goes on...

‘When I got there, all the other girls were naked, manacled, fettered, collared and chained in a coffle, all ready for the slave market. I was soon fitted up the same and a pair of Guards marched us off double quick along the cellar passage, out by the back gate, across Shahidi Square – we turned a few heads, some guys tried to grope us, but the Guards saw them off, soon we were in the cellar of Liquat Brothers’ Emporium, and we didn’t have to wait long before we were taken upstairs to one of their posh lounges for VIP customers.

There was a couple of men already waiting, like this had all been arranged. They were in plain business suits, I thought they’re probably agents of whoever’s buying us. They made a show of examining us, the usual physical examination I suppose. When one of them came to me, he soon found the clit ring, and whispered to his colleague “This is the one”.

After that, there was a bit of ritual haggling, a quick bank transfer via the net, and we were sold. We were taken downstairs to the yard, the rest of the girls were herded into a sort of people-carrier – a military-type one, but plain, no markings, but I was taken off the coffle and pushed into a car, another very plain-looking one, but it looked bullet-proof, with tinted windows.

Stuck, naked and handcuffed, between two strange men, to top if all I was hooded. I was absolutely petrified, I’d sussed they must be the Secret Police, what the hell was going on? Where are they taken me? What are they going to do with me? Why?

The journey didn’t take long, and they didn’t molest me in any way. When the driver stopped, they took the hood off and hauled me out of the car, up some steps and into an old house, I only saw it was surrounded by trees, and overgrown garden, hidden away. Inside, I was led along the hallway into a room at the far end. Again I nearly crapped with terror, I was sure it was a Torture Chamber, just the sort of furniture and instruments you three had to suffer.’

Lau, Yasmin and I all shudder, yes, we know well...

‘They made me lie on a bed thing, and strapped me there, much like in the Branding Chamber. But they didn’t torture me. All they did was take off the cunt-ring. Another man, more senior looking, was there, they gave it to him.

After that, they undid me, took me out to the car, popped the hood back on. They didn’t get in with me, I was alone in the back. Again, not a long ride, we paused at one point, I heard some words like we were at a checkpoint, then we went a bit further and stopped. The driver got out, unhooded me, a soldier was standing by, he directed me into a low building, when I went in I found the rest of the dancing troupe. One thing I did notice, between the car and the hut – I could see that hill, the one with woodland all over it, that we could see from the Academy –‘

‘Oh yes,’ I say, ‘You must have been at one of those military bases up beyond The Academy...’

‘That’s what I thought. But this wasn’t just an ordinary army base, these were Special Forces, tough guys in plain combat gear, no identifying marks. Anyway, the girls were pretty worried, we thought we’d been sold to some military brothel, we were going to be used for “recreation”. But no, they treated us well, we were unchained, they brought some men’s t-shirts that served quite well for cover-ups, sandwiches and hot drinks, there were quite comfy beds.

And there we stayed, for a couple of days I think. There seemed to be a lot going on in the base, trucks and machinery moving, men shouting. We asked the guys who brought our meals what was going on, they said they didn’t know any more than us – they probably didn’t, they certainly didn’t know what we were doing there, or what was going to happen to us. But then Sima turned up- and she had some story to tell!’
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Tell us Sima!!!!! Hurry!
 
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‘Well,’ says Sima, ‘while all that was going on, I was in my hidey-hole, wondering what was going to become of me. Then the Dancing Mistress came, with a really mysterious message. First she gave me a handscreen I could use as a control. I had to remember three codes, one would disable the alarm system so I could unlock the hatch at the top of the chute, the second opened the door of the wee cell I was in, the third was for the door of the Wardrobe Mistress’s room. She said “Then there’s the door to the garden, but you know that already,” which of course I did.

You know how I use my finger-joints to do maths?’

We nodded, Yasmin can do it too, I can a bit, but they’re amazing, quicker than a computer.

‘Well I asked her for a marker pen, made little marks on my fingers to remind me, no-one could guess what they meant but me – look, you can still see them’

She showed us her fingers, there were little traces of dots on some of the joints, hardly noticeable.

‘Well, then the Mistress said, “In about an hour, after the evening prayer, Prince Uday’s going to be making a speech, from the Great Gate Tower – you’ll hear the call to prayer, then soon after there’ll probably be some sort of fanfare and he’ll be relayed over loudspeakers. When that’s going on, be ready - you’ll hear someone knocking on the hatch, one-three-one-two, got it?” I nodded. “When you hear that, quickly disable the alarm, push this bar across to unlock the hatch, lift it up a little. Then – just do as you’re told.” “Okay, Mistress,” I said. “I must be off now, good luck Sima!” She gave me a hug, and off she went.’

We’re wide-eyed.

‘So I waited. There seemed to be something going on outside, I could hear shouting, sounds like a crowd...’

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘that was when we were being crucified.’ Yasmin nods.

‘Crucified?’ It was Sima’s and Turi’s turn to be shocked, they didn’t know that was what had been done to us.

‘By Allah, there’s no evil that man didn’t do! Well, anyway, sure enough, straight after the prayers there was some brassy music, then I heard the knocking. I unlocked the hatch, it was a bit stiff, but it moved, as soon as I pushed it up, it was pulled open and this star soldier jumped in, right on top of me!’

‘Cor, some girls get all the luck!’ We laugh.

‘Yes, well he was quite a catch – but he was in a hurry, just hissed “Show me the way to the garden!” We crept out, he needed his knife to slide the panel back in the cupboard, after that it was straightforward, everywhere in the cellar was dark, no-one about – we could hear Uday still speechifying through the speakers even down there. I took him to the door, the one we went through each morning for our run, he told me to unlock it, peeped out, then told me to go back with him to the Wardrobe Mistress’s room.

When we got back, half a dozen more troops had got in, all in plain combat kit, Special Forces. They’d got some equipment with them, like in rucksacks, dunno what. But he told me to get back up the chute to the hatch. He looked out to check all was clear, Uday had finished his speech, the national anthem was playing, my order was “Skip across to the van and hop in the back, quick!” So I did.

One thing I noticed as I crossed the pavement – there was a big black car, a limousine like the royals use, it was stopped outside the back gate of the Palace. But as I scrambled into the van, I heard it drive off, fast.’

‘Mm,’ I say, I saw that car, from where I was hanging. I’m sure it was that one, just at that time. It was speeding towards the Royal Palace.’

‘Interesting! Well, the van I was in drove off fast too, it was a military type people-carrier, but I was alone in the back. After about twenty minutes, it stopped, the driver opened the door, directed me across to building where I found Turi and all the others – God was I relieved!’

‘So were we!’ says Turi.

‘Well, after that, we were all together there, wondering what was going on. There was a huge commotion, shouting, all kinds of vehicles and equipment moving, aircraft noises. Then they all seemed to move off, things went a bit quieter. Suddenly, we heard a huge explosion – some way off, but it must have been a bomb. And then all the sounds of a battle – shooting, explosions, aircraft screeching – it was scary, but not very near us. It went on during most of the night, but gradually died down, became more distant.

Then, in the morning, some soldiers came for us, we all got in a carrier and were brought here, to Al-Dakhm Palace.’
 
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Eulalia said:
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‘Well,’ says Sima, ‘while all that was going on, I was in my hidey-hole, wondering what was going to become of me. Then the Wardrobe Mistress came with really mysterious message. First she gave me a handscreen I could use as a control. I had to remember three codes, one would disable the alarm system so I could unlock the hatch at the top of the chute, the second opened the door of the wee cell I was in, the third was for the door of the Wardrobe Mistress’s room. She said “Then there’s the door to the garden, but you know that already,” which of course I did.

You know how I use my finger-joints to do maths?’

We nodded, Yasmin can do it too, I can a bit, but they’re amazing, quicker than a computer.

‘Well I asked her for a marker pen, made little marks on my fingers to remind me, no-one could guess what they meant but me – look, you can still see them’

She showed us her fingers, there were little traces of dots on some of the joints, hardly noticeable.

‘Well, then the Mistress said, “In about an hour, after the evening prayer, Prince Uday’s going to be making a speech, from the Great Gate Tower – you’ll hear the call to prayer, then soon after there’ll probably be some sort of fanfare and he’ll be relayed over loudspeakers. When that’s going on, be ready - you’ll hear someone knocking on the hatch, one-three-one-two, got it?” I nodded. “When you hear that, quickly disable the alarm, push this bar across to unlock the hatch, lift it up a little. Then – just do as you’re told.” “Okay, Mistress,” I said. “I must be off now, good luck Sima!” She gave me a hug, and off she went.’

We’re wide-eyed.

‘So I waited. There seemed to be something going on outside, I could hear shouting, sounds like a crowd...’

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘that was when we were being crucified.’ Yasmin nods.

‘Crucified?’ It was Sima’s and Turi’s turn to be shocked, they didn’t know that was what had been done to us.

‘By Allah, there’s no evil that man didn’t do! Well, anyway, sure enough, straight after the prayers there was some brassy music, then I heard the knocking. I unlocked the hatch, it was a bit stiff, but it moved, as soon as I pushed it up, it was pulled open and this star soldier jumped in, right on top of me!’

‘Cor, some girls get all the luck!’ We laugh.

‘Yes, well he was quite a catch – but he was in a hurry, just hissed “Show me the way to the garden!” We crept out, he needed his knife to slide the panel back in the cupboard, after that it was straightforward, everywhere in the cellar was dark, no-one about – we could hear Uday still speechifying through the speakers even down there. I took him to the door, the one we went through each morning for our run, he told me to unlock it, peeped out, then told me to go back with him to the Wardrobe Mistress’s room.

When we got back, half a dozen more troops had got in, all in plain combat kit, Special Forces. They’d got some equipment with them, like in rucksacks, dunno what. But he told me to get back up the chute to the hatch. He looked out to check all was clear, Uday had finished his speech, the national anthem was playing, my order was “Skip across to the van and hop in the back, quick!” So I did.

One thing I noticed as I crossed the pavement – there was a big black car, a limousine like the royals use, it was stopped outside the back gate of the Palace. But as I scrambled into the van, I heard it drive off, fast.’

‘Mm,’ I say, I saw that car, from where I was hanging. I’m sure it was that one, just at that time. It was speeding towards the Royal Palace.’

‘Interesting! Well, the van I was in drove off fast too, it was a military type people-carrier, but I was alone in the back. After about twenty minutes, it stopped, the driver opened the door, directed me across to building where I found Turi and all the others – God was I relieved!’

‘So were we!’ says Turi.

‘Well, after that, we were all together there, wondering what was going on. There was a huge commotion, shouting, all kinds of vehicles and equipment moving, aircraft noises. Then they all seemed to move off, things went a bit quieter. Suddenly, we heard a huge explosion – some way off, but it must have been a bomb. And then all the sounds of a battle – shooting, explosions, aircraft screeching – it was scary, but not very near us. It went on during most of the night, but gradually died down, became more distant.

Then, in the morning, some soldiers came for us, we all got in a carrier and were brought here, to Al-Dakhm Palace.’
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Hmmm... what is going on here???
 
The action seems to be well organised and well planned.
If I understand it correctly they needed Sima in that hiding place to give the soldiers access to prince Uday's palace (soldiers with explosives in their rucksacks?)
It would have been simpler if the Wardrobe Mistress had done that herself but she went away an hour earler. Did she have another task yet?
I agree with Barb that there is still a lot to be revealed.
Eulalia said:
there was a big black car, a limousine like the royals use, it was stopped outside the back gate of the Palace. But as I scrambled into the van, I heard it drive off, fast.’
‘Mm,’ I say, I saw that car, from where I was hanging. I’m sure it was that one, just at that time. It was speeding towards the Royal Palace.’
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It was not a funeral car!
 
With apologies to sharp-eyed readers who've already read the latest -
after posting it, while I made and ate a very good moussaka,
I decided to make a minimal change -
the Mistress who gives the instructions to Sima is the Dancing Mistress,
not the Wardrobe Mistress. ;)

(But the Wardrobe Mistress put her into the hidey-hole,
and was looking after her - the DM, you'll remember
is a bit of an old misery, her hug comes as a big surprise to Sima
and her friends, and, yes, WM and DM both seem to be 'in on the action',
whatever it is ;) ;) ;))
 
Eulalia said:
With apologies to sharp-eyed readers who've already read the latest -
after posting it, while I made and ate a very good moussaka,
I decided to make a minimal change -
the Mistress who gives the instructions to Sima is the Dancing Mistress,
not the Wardrobe Mistress. ;)
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Ingelstan rewrites its history too?:confused:
I just heard the storyline switch confirmed by a reliable source!:D;)

kim.jpg :)
 
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‘Come on, you chatterboxes, these young ladies are supposed to be resting!’

Nurse comes in, yes, Yasmin and I are ready for a rest. We share hugs with Lau, Turi and Sima. The tubes and wires have mostly been taken off us, and the pains of our crucifixion are gradually subsiding, well-controlled with medication. I sleep for a while, I think Yasmin does too, but when I wake, I see her big eyes are already open, gazing in thought at the ceiling in the dim light before dawn.

‘What do you make of it, Yasmin?’ I ask, after a while.

‘Well, there are still quite a few puzzles, but a few things are getting clear. For a start, Begum Raghida’s been playing a very crafty game!’

‘Seems so.’

‘For a start, it’s obvious she was behind the killing of Prince Qusay – using you.’

‘What about the Doctor?’

‘He was certainly part of the plot. Yet nurse says he’s in prison now. Either she’s ditched him – to save her own skin – or someone else has banged him up. But I don’t think he’ll be in prison long, he knows too much – in more ways than one!’

‘And Prince Uday?’

‘He probably had some idea, but he’s too befuddled with dink and drunks to think straight.’

‘Yeah – when they played their charade of trying us, he seemed genuinely knocked back when he realised, if things had gone wrong, he might have fucked me and caught the dreaded lurgi!’

Yasmin chuckled, ‘Yes, he was. No doubt if that had happened, the Begum had a plan B up her sleeve.’

‘And the Wardrobe Mistress, she must have been involved in making my dodgy briefs for the whip-strip.’

‘Mm. Interesting that she was the one who smuggled Sima into her hidey-hole. She seems to be more than just a cellar-slave.’

‘But the Dancing Mistress gave Sima the codes and orders?’

‘Yes – and, when you think about it, she’s played her part in, yes, choreographing quite a lot of what’s been going on.’

‘So, what was the Begum’s game? To kill off Qusay so Uday would succeed Sheikh Masrur?’

‘That would be the obvious motive. If he became Sheikh, she’d be the power behind the throne. And under and over and in front of it! But of course things are never simple, there was one big – er – elephant in the woodpile...’

‘What do you mean?’

‘General Aziz. They both knew that Uday couldn’t be sure of taking power unless he had the blessing of the Sheikh and the backing of the army – and that meant your dad, the General.’

‘Prince Uday certainly seemed obsessed with him, look at the way he tortured Lau and me...’

‘His fear of Aziz was pathological. Torturing you two was crazy, a drink-fuelled cocktail of paranoia and sadism. But the Begum’s was more rational, she knew Aziz regarded Uday with contempt.’

‘And it seems her fears have come true?’

‘Well, I guess even when Sheikh Masrur turned up and proclaimed that Prince Qusay would be his heir, she’d have heard alarm bells. But the plan to kill Qusay went ahead - it was too late to abort it anyway, you were already hanging out there in the court waiting to be whip-stripped.’

We lie quiet for a while, turning things over in our minds. After a bit, I say,

‘While I was been interrogated, and you were being tortured, all this stuff was going on with Turi and Sima. And when we were hanging out there crucified, all hell broke loose, it must have been a military coup...’

‘And Sima had the job of letting those Special Forces guys into the Palace – set up by the two Mistresses...’

‘Those troops must have planted a bomb – that huge explosion at midnight, you felt it, Yasmin?’

‘God, yes, I thought I’d been blown off the wall, I must have been concussed, I can’t remember much after that, just masses of noise – guns, rockets, you name it...’

‘Yes, it was a battlefield on the street out there for an hour or two, I ended up dangling by one arm. Then I heard a commander – I’m pretty sure it was the General’s voice – saying “Get the girls down!”’

‘So, General Aziz has launched a coup, and it looks like it’s succeeded. But where is the Begum?’

‘That big black car, heading for the Palace?’

‘Very likely. Wardrobe Mistress and Dancing Mistress in it with her, I guess. I'm pretty sure while Uday was making his speech, she was switching sides.’

‘What about Turi, that business with the clit-ring? There must have been some message in it, probably a micro-chip?’

‘That would make sense. Telling the General that she was deserting her husband, going to the Palace – oh, and about Sima opening the hatch.’

‘But it seems the ring didn’t go to the General?’

‘Mm, that's a bit strange - although a lot of things seem to be making more sense, I’m wondering whether we’re missing something...’
 
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