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the guards, if she could understand
them, then she would have paid attention. Instead, she looked around her at the
vast empty space that resembled a museum more than a dwelling space. Her
thoughts were interrupted when Mehmet turned to his side to address her.
    "He will show
you to your room," he said, pointing to a man dressed in all black pants,
shirt, boots and a cap pulled so low over his brow she couldn't make out the
features of the top half of his face. She was scared. She didn't want to follow
him. The gun strapped across his back gave him a menacing flair.
    "Please, don't
leave me" she begged, the controlled tears that sat on the surface of her
eyes finally began to run free onto the veil covering her cheeks and
mouth. 
    Mehmet had hoped to
remain impartial for the duration of his assignment however, her tears moved
him. She was an innocent in this scheme and he had never subscribed to hurting
women in his line of work. If there was anything he could have done to prevent
her involvement, then he would have, but as things stood his hands were tied.
The events of the past eighteen hours were beyond his control. "I have
completed the task that was set before me. Don't do anything stupid and you'll
be fine." Reaching for her hand, he slipped the ring he had given her off
her shaking finger. Thereafter, he turned around and walked down the hall of
the palace's east passage.
    "Come." The
guard commanded and began walking ahead of her. She watched as the last link
she had to Vlad disappeared and hopelessness seeped into her pores. After a few
moments hesitation, wondering whether to chase after Mehmet or do what she was
told, she decided on the latter.
    They walked quickly
and in silence down the west passage, up a short flight of steps and turned left.
She thought she would be able to take her time and try to memorise the route in
case she thought of a way to escape, it was futile. The place was built like a
maze. The arched pathways all looked the same – dome shaped and lined with
gold. The pattern carved stone walls were the same and the marble floor with
its coloured tile and mosaics were indistinguishably similar.
    They finally arrived
at a large wooden door which the guard unlocked, he stepped back he let her go
in. Once inside, the door closed and she heard the lock turn. This would be her
prison. She cried in earnest now, thinking of how every plan she had come up
with, in the event that an opportunity for escape presented itself, had failed.
They were angry tears and she ripped the niqab off her face along with the abaya that had
covered the shorts and vest she had left Cape Town in. The items offended her,
she did not choose this life, and she did not choose anything that had happened
to her in the past eighteen hours. Worst of all, she was helpless to prevent it
and even if she were to figure out the why's and the how's of her role, she had
absolutely no power in this country to get the help that she would need.
     
    Mehmet had completed
his task and was heading to see the sheik to collect his cheque. They used to
be close friends a long time ago when they were younger, but life's
circumstances had robbed Keyaan of any humanity he
once had. Standing outside the office, he waited patiently for the guard to
announce his presence before he could be let in. A few short minutes later he
was allowed through the door and stood in front of the man's desk.
    " Salaam alaikum "
    " Wa Alaikum salaam " Keyaan replied.
    "She is safely
in your care."
    "Excellent"
he then reached into his drawer, took out the thick, stuffed envelope filled
with the prior arranged fee and tossed it over.
    "Thank you, Your
Highness. May I speak to you for a minute?"
    "Yes, but choose
your words wisely. You know I am a busy man who doesn't like to have his time
wasted."
    "Of course, know
that what I say is only because I worry about your safety." The guilt of
his actions had been building to a crescendo. The least he could do to appease
his