CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE
Suleyman rested in his pavilion, holding a letter from Haseki. When he had caressed its last sentence and eloquent signature of love, he handed it to Davud.
By Allah and again by Allah, I burn day and night in the fire of separation from you. News of your victory has arrived. When I heard it, Allah knows, my Sultan, I had died, but this gave me life again. A thousand, thousand thanks to the Almighty. All the world has emerged from darkness and everyone is overwhelmed by the light of your divine mercy.
And now you enquire about why I am not with Ibrahim Pasha. You will hear about it when, by the will of Allah, my meeting with you will be granted to me. For the moment, give the Pasha our greetings. We hope that he accepts them.
Suleyman chuckled. “Those two
