Posted 12 April 2012 - 08:14 AM
Just before dinner, I descent into the bowels of my palace. When I acquired it, it was a smoking ruin, not in the least so because I set fire to it. I had it rebuilt, larger, symmetrical and more pleasing to the eye than the hodgepodge of towers, minarets, domes, halls and hallways and tiny cubholes that passed for rooms and offices. The one thing I kept as it was, were the dungeons. My predecessors had a great interest in those, and quite some skill in designing and maintaining these.
Why is it that the powerful drift towards abuse, incarcaration and the dealing of pain not as justice, but as protection and, perhaps, indeed, sport? I mull over it as I enter the dungeon, where Adnan the Innocent is awaiting my pleasure, chained to the wall, a few bruises on his face that weren't there on my last visit. As the guards say, it must be something he ate.
"Khalif." His voice has become a rasp.
"Adnan. I trust you are well?" One of my servants sets down the portable bench, and I lower myself.
"Under the circumstances. What may your poor servant help you with?"
I laugh. Servant. He's got a sense of humor, the little leech. "My dear boy, I was wondering if you'd have dinner with me?"
"While your hospitality is great, oh Khalif, your servant is clumsy and has trouble eating his bread from the sewer pit. Nor is simple bread fare for someone as delicately beautiful and powerful as you, the Jewel of the City."
"Since you are clearly unable to offer me dinner in another place, would you accept my invitation to dine on the southern terrace?"
"It would be an honor, Khalif. May your servant also beg you for a bath and an outfit?"
I don't need to snap my fingers. A handmaiden rushes off to get oils, water, soap, perfume and silks.
"there is one tiny matter to be still resolved: the subject of our discussion. Naturally, I will tell you all the details of how the city fares in your absence, Adnan, but what are you going to tell me?"
"What does my Khalif want to hear?"
"I think... something about the Mahesh, or perhaps about the emergence of what seems grand scale theft in the Quarter of the Coin's bazaars?"
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.