CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
The eunuch paid no mind to Davud who diligently ran a sponge across Suleyman’s nakedness. He strode across the slippery marble of the hamam, lowering himself to his knees when he had reached the Sultan’s side.
He signed, “My lord, Shadow of God on Earth, The Grand Vizier wishes to speak with you.”
“Send him in.”
Ibrahim entered the heat of the hamam fully dressed in the green couture of his position.
Suleyman smiled. “Join me, my friend. Davud here is capable of servicing us both as we speak.” Ibrahim obediently withdrew to the cooling room of the hamam to remove his attire, then returned to lie on the slab at Suleyman’s side. The Itchoglan silently ladled warming water across his body.
“You may speak freely, Ibrahim. Davud can be trusted with our inner most thoug
