CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT-2
“May Allah brighten your shadow, my lord, through this coming summer.” Haseki threw herself up into Suleyman’s arms, wrapping hers tight around his neck and kissing him, as the silhouette of an Itchoglan was cast upon a dividing partition no more than an arm-span distant. The Sultan returned the kiss, squeezing her as he held her up off the ground. “Now don’t you cause any trouble while I am away, my Tulip.” Haseki batted her eyelashes. Suleyman let her slip back down onto the carpet. He leant to kiss her one more time and then bid her leave, that he may give directions to his Itchoglan. Haseki glanced at the shadow and, smiling, walked from the room. “Davud, you may approach,” Suleyman said. When the Itchoglan came out from behind the partition he added, “Isn’t she wonderful?” Davud r
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