Beyond the Veil

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Beyond the Veil An erotic adventure novel by

STEVIE WOODS

Beyond the Veil © 2008 by Stevie Woods All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One Barbary Coast, North Africa, 1780 David was forced to duck yet again as a cannon ball screamed overhead, this one slamming into the ship’s mast, the cracking of the wood drawing everyone’s attention, but miraculously it held. More cannon balls whizzed and shrieked as they tore through sails or broke off some of the smaller spits holding the shrouds aloft. Slipping further back into the shadows, David cursed his stupidity at ignoring the perils of travelling in the Mediterranean as he watched the Barbary Pirates pouring across the ship’s tilting deck, its surface already awash with blood. The crew manfully attempted to fight the pirates back but they were not only outnumbered, they were outfought. David had no weapon and weighed his chances if he tried to help. His attention was drawn by the angry bellowing of a pirate who was chasing Miss Bateson, her long blonde hair coming loose from its tortoise shell grip and streaming out behind her. As she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes showed fear yet her mouth was set in a determined line. David was debating his options when he saw young Tom Bateson struggling with one of the pirates. Almost immediately David understood that Tom had been attempting to help his sister, who ducked hoping to avoid another pirate trying to intercept her. Without a second thought, David ran out of his hiding place and launched himself at the pirate who shook the sixteen-yearold youth like he was a rat in the teeth of a dog. The man was huge, his bare arms bulging with muscles where the split sleeve of his shirt fell open, his legs braced with a wide stance. David landed on the pirate’s back but the man was not even

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unbalanced. He dropped Tom instantly though, and twisting from his shoulder he reached back and cuffed David upside the head. David hung on even though his head was spinning and his ears were ringing. With a growl, one of the man’s beefy hands gripped David’s right arm and his vice-like hold broke David’s grasp as if it was nothing. He yanked David toward him and his other hand slammed into David’s chest, throwing him clear across the deck where he landed heavily, his head ringing. Suzanna Bateson’s forward rush came to an abrupt halt when she ran into a solid object. Strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her from falling. For a moment she looked grateful for the help, until she glanced up and gasped in shock. She was held tight in the grip of another pirate. A tall man whose dark eyes were all that could be seen of his face, the rest of it covered by a black veil edged in silver attached to his burnoose, and the long hooded cloak favoured by the Turks, which was also edged in silver. The burnoose fell over loosely fitting black pantaloons and a loose silver shirt worn split open to the waist where it was tucked inside the wide waistband. “What have we here?” he asked in English but with an odd accent. The woman struggled in his grip, but he merely pulled her closer to him. “I like a woman of spirit. I think I might keep you,” he said as his eyes swept over her. He leaned in toward her, obviously intending to kiss her and she shouted in shock, “No!” Ignoring his increasing dizziness, David attempted to roll to his side to try and get his knees underneath him but just then Tom Bateson barrelled out of his hiding place among some fallen sails and leapt at the tall pirate. “Leave my sister be, you bastard!” he yelled as he attempted to land blows on the man’s kidneys. The tall pirate swirled the girl away into the arms of her erstwhile pursuer while he grabbed the fair-haired youth. “I can clearly see you two are related,” he said with a smile, his oddly accented voice warm with amusement. David just managed to hear the captain say, “Take them to my cabin, Achmed,” before everything dimmed and he gave in

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to the pain pounding behind his eyes, momentarily losing consciousness. A rough voice calling out in a language he knew he ought to recognize dragged David’s attention back to his surroundings. He tried to open his eyes but swiftly closed them again as the brightness seared his pupils. He tried to listen to what was being said, but at first he could not even remember which language it was, let alone interpret it. However, he realized it was the pirate captain speaking and with growing horror he did recognize a few of the foreign words, “…kill the injured men too. They’re no use as new crew and even less use on the slave block.” Abruptly a rough hand grasped his shoulder, shook him once sharply and forcefully hauled him up. “Get to your feet!” a voice demanded. “They’re throwing the badly injured over the side. You mustn’t let them think you’re too hurt.” David rocked on his feet for a moment before gathering up his waning strength to stand as straight as he could. He glanced over at the man who had spoken and recognized Mr. Winstanley, the first mate of the ship, Windjammer. Winstanley had a gash down the side of his face and he was pale, but he stood upright. The pirate captain moved over toward the group that David was now a part of. Winstanley stood almost in front of him and there were a few other sailors with them as well as a few passengers. “You are my prisoners,” the captain began, speaking clearly in English. “You’ll be taken on board my vessel and held until we reach port. Obey my commands and you will be treated fairly. Once in port you’ll be taken ashore.” He glanced toward those obviously well-to-do passengers and said, “If you can raise the ransom you will be freed; if you can’t then you will be sold.” There were gasps and sobs as their captor put into words the fate all knew awaited captives by the Barbary Pirates. The passengers and crew would be stripped of all their belongings and then the human cargo would be forced into slavery. Passengers knowingly took the risk, human nature being what it was. David Jordan was no exception, realizing now he had been naïve. Desperate to finally reach the destination of his

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dreams, he had taken a ship heading for North Africa, the known hotbed of the Barbary Pirates, dismissing the possibility that his ship might be raided. David felt fingers of ice run down his spine. He had no one who could ransom his freedom. He had no family and no friends who had the funds to release him. He was honest enough to admit to himself that no one in the whole world cared that much about him. He was facing a life of slavery. He had heard that those who had any special skills might be bought especially for them, but his only currency in life was for learning and teaching and he doubted that had any particular value. For the first time in his life he was really afraid. **** David’s headache had finally settled and he tried to get some sleep, but it was not easy, squashed into the small hold on the pirate vessel with the remaining crew and the rest of the male passengers. He was also very worried about what had happened to Suzanna and Tom Bateson who had been taken to the cabin of the pirate captain. Not surprisingly, David’s imagination was running riot with what might be happening in that cabin, until Winstanley reminded him that a beautiful young woman like Miss Bateson was worth a lot of money in the slave market. In all probability he would just keep her safe until they reached port, assuming as an unmarried woman she was a virgin, which would greatly increase her worth. The odds of the captain taking her virginity were negligible, especially as he had also taken her young brother to his cabin. David sighed in relief as he remembered the whispered conversation, sure the older man was correct. **** Some of the other passengers heard David and the first mate talking and understood enough to know that they were more knowledgeable of their situation and asked for more information. Charles Winstanley explained what little he knew, describing how ordinary sailors feared the Barbary Corsairs and with just cause; they were fierce warriors whose appearance was enough to chill the blood.

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David told his fellow prisoners some of what he had read, unconsciously falling into teaching mode and giving them a potted history of the Ottoman Empire and the rise of the Barbary Pirates, how the sultans and pashas used the pirates to gather wealth along with the slaves necessary to keep their Empire thriving. David mentioned a couple of words he had overheard the pirates using, explaining what they meant. “You understand this heathen tongue?” one of the passengers asked, almost as though it were an accusation. “Yes, some. I am a student of languages. I was heading to Egypt to try and learn the ancient language of that land.” “Yer gonna hear more than ya like,” one of the sailors replied darkly. With that unhappy thought David subsided. He must have fallen into a fitful sleep because he roused with a thick head and an aching neck. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the decking above. The heavy sound of the bolt being thrown back was heard as the trapdoor opened, everyone shielded their eyes against the strong sun invading their gloomy prison. Large buckets suspended on ropes were lowered down. One was filled with water and a ladle, two others contained chunks of bread. The hungry and thirsty men attacked the food and water, but David’s stomach churned at the idea and he turned away to find he was being watched by the first mate. “Can’t eat, eh boy?” Winstanley asked kindly. “No, sir, the idea turns my stomach.” “You should try. It’s quite the ordeal we’ll be facing when we dock.” “How much longer now?” David asked, heeding the advice and picking out a piece of bread. “We were blown slightly off course by that storm night ‘afore last. The Captain, God rest his soul, did his best to get us back on course for Alexandria, but... However, if, as I suspect, we’re heading for Tripoli, it will be later today.” “I...erm, I am...afraid, Mr. Winstanley,” David admitted sheepishly. “So am I, Mr. Jordan,” acknowledged the first mate of the Windjammer.

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“You are?” David sounded surprised. “Oh yes. I’m not a fool and I’m glad to hear that you’re not either. Only a fool would pretend not to be afraid of such an uncertain future.” “At least you could accept the offer to join the Corsair fleet. I know they always offer that to sailors.” “Maybe, if I’m not too old, except that I have no wish to be a pirate.” “Would it be any worse than being a slave?” “No, but being a slave would leave me without a choice, but to become a pirate means I’d have made that choice. I believe in God, Mr. Jordan, and I’ve no wish to kill for profit and take men and women to sell into slavery. Being a slave I may be a victim, but at least I would only be forced to perform good honest work.” “Even honest work can become a purgatory; I have heard too many rumours of how cruel the Turks can be to their slaves,” David replied, the dread plain in his soft voice. **** Robert Charteris watched as the Ocean Pearl tied up at the dock. He had been expecting the ship to return to Tripoli for two days now. The Reis of the Pearl seemed to prefer to capture slaves than any other kind of cargo. Robert approached the gangplank and he was bowed on board as a Janissary, representing the Pasha of Tripoli. It was the perfect disguise for Robert to adopt. He spoke the language perfectly, having spent most of his life in the region, and he knew how to act and what to expect from others. Robert’s disguise as a Janissary would get him through any door, but if he were caught in his deception his death would be quick in the sentencing but not quick in the execution. His burnoose was a rich dark blue silk trimmed with gold embroidery, covering matching dark blue pantaloons with a white shirt slit to the waist at the front in the Turkish style. He wore a broad sash around his waist of twisted black, blue, and white cloth in which he carried his sword and long knife. One corner of his burnoose, which fastened across his upper chest with a thick golden clasp, was draped across his lower face and clipped to the hood so all that could be seen were his dark brown

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eyes. He looked the epitome of an upper class servant of a ruler of the Ottoman Empire, a perfect disguise for a European. Aram, his friend and the closest person in the world to him since his parents died, was ever watchful as he paced a few steps behind, acting as Robert’s aid and manservant. Robert trod a dangerous path but he had known that for the past fifteen years and it was a risk he took willingly. He had seen too much, experienced too much to be able to live with himself without trying to help these poor souls who had done nothing to deserve the fate that awaited them on the slave block in Tripoli. Robert approached the captain’s cabin just as the door was flung open. A large rough looking man was pulling a lad, not much older than sixteen, out of the cabin. A beautiful young woman with long blonde hair and snapping blue eyes was hotly pursuing him. “No, please do not take him! I told you I would do anything if you let him be,” she cried, trying to pull the young lad from the pirate’s grasp. A voice from inside barked, “Stop that. Do as I say!” “Please, I beg of you. Let him stay with me. I promised.” The young woman was openly crying now. Robert felt his stomach clench; he understood exactly what the young woman was willing to do for the safety of the boy, who on closer inspection, was probably her young brother. He had the same fair colouring and blue eyes. “Bring him back, Achmed. I’ll think on it,” the voice from inside ordered. The pirate snarled but did as his Reis ordered, shoving the boy back inside and slamming the door. He saw Robert and Aram watching, recognized the status of the guests by their garb, and gave them a quick bow accompanied by a sly grin. “Just in time to see our cargo,” the pirate growled. Behind him was the echoing report of a bolt being pulled and then the ship’s hold was thrown open. Robert watched empathetically as about thirty men slowly climbed out of the hold, most of them shielding their eyes from the harsh North African sun. It was obvious that most of them were sailors, though Robert could see a few passengers among them, two of the men obviously wealthy and one of those had

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his arm around a youth, presumably his son. They would likely be separated and held for ransom. From across the deck three women were brought out and though Robert wished he could help them he knew it was virtually impossible for captured women to escape. However, his only purpose here today was to see how many and what kinds of prisoners the Pearl had brought in this time and report his findings to the Brothers of the Saviour, who attempted to ease the collection of the ransom demanded for those who could afford it and try to raise funds for those who could not. Any other information he could gather would be for his own purposes. Sometimes all that could be done was to get a message home so that at least the family knew their relative was alive, albeit as a slave. Robert sometimes wondered if it was not better to let go of the hope, kinder to believe they were dead than to imagine them alive in such terrible circumstances. He had never been able to let go of his hope and it haunted his life all these years. **** In the darkness of the hold, David thought over his talk with Winstanley, some of it he already knew, some he wished Winstanley had not told him, but it would not do him any good to hide from the truth. David might be lucky and be bought to teach some rich Turk’s sons. Of course, he could just as easily be bought for a variety of other reasons; to be a servant in a palace or rich man’s house, or to work in the fields or worst of all, the mines in the desert. The lifespan for such slaves was not very long. David tried to steel himself for the ordeal ahead, but he did not think he was a very brave man. The sound of shouting on deck drifted down below and David thought one of the voices sounded like that of a female and, once again, he wondered as to the fate of Suzanna Bateson and her young brother. The boy had not been brought down here with the others and during the night David wondered if he were even still alive. The noise died away and the sun blinded them again as the hold cover was lifted away. Voices yelled down for the

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occupants to come up on deck and nervously David followed, keeping close to Winstanley, finding a comfort in the presence of the other man. Just then, the Reis exited his cabin and stepped onto the deck. He was a daunting presence as he made a small speech in a strangely accented voice offering the chance for the sailors to swear their fealty and join the Corsair fleet. The seamen quickly muttered between themselves, probably confirming what they had already decided during their incarceration in the hold overnight. All but two of them stepped forward, agreeing to the demand, but Winstanley flatly refused, as did a younger sailor who said he could not in all conscience turn his hand against his fellow man. David felt concern for the first mate, though he was not altogether surprised by his decision. At the captain’s order the prisoners were then separated by Achmed, the pirate first mate; those for the slave market were to be taken ashore by some of the pirate crew. The rich prisoners and the women were kept together, away from the group David and Winstanley were in. As the sailors going ashore were pushed forward roughly, Winstanley was inadvertently propelled hard enough that he slipped. Achmed took exception to this, shoving Winstanley even harder so he sprawled on the deck, landing heavily. Before David realized it he was helping the older man. “That was unnecessary!” he snapped angrily, his eyes blazing as he turned to the pirate. The pirate made to strike him for his audacious interference and David braced himself for the blow when the captain’s voice rang out. “Wait. Bring him forward.” As the huge pirate grabbed his arm, yanking him forward, David was afraid but determined not to show it as he was dragged before the captain. The swathed man stared at him and then leisurely looked him up and down before he walked slowly around him. David was puzzled by the captain’s peculiar expression as he surveyed him, even walking around him like he was some prize at a fair.

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The longer the captain regarded him, the more David’s confusion turned to apprehension. Then when Achmed grabbed his shirt and tore it to shreds, fear crashed through him. He staggered, partly from his physical reaction to the assault and partly from shock. It took a second for him to regain his balance and to still the pounding of his heart. David swung back to look at the captain standing behind him, disturbed by the way the man was just staring at him. He felt a knot form in his belly and a throbbing began in his temple and David could not help the cold chill that swept over him. He turned away from the burning eyes and tried to concentrate on a point on the horizon, wishing he were that far away from the black-draped avaricious pirate. The Reis smiled and reached forward. Suddenly David felt a hand untying the ribbon in his hair and fingers combing through it a couple of times before finally shaking it loose, as the pirate slowly moved around to his side. David managed to contain his revulsion and stood still, until the hand moved away, releasing his hair to fall forward over his shoulders. **** Watching the proceedings, Robert was forced to suppress a gasp as he too got a good look at the young stranger for the first time. He was tall, maybe six foot, lean and long of limb. He was extremely handsome with fair hair and eyes of an unusually dark shade of blue. Robert saw the look of mounting confusion in the stranger’s eyes as he stared at the captain before turning back to look again at a point only he could see. The man’s skin was a little pale but had a smooth appearance to it that made Robert long to know if it felt as silky as it looked. Robert also reconsidered his assumption that the young captive was lean; the shirt had hidden a musculature belying the soft look of his face. He was beautiful and inwardly Robert groaned. Men like him faced only one future as a slave in this empire. The captain simply smiled and said sharply to his first mate, “Take him! You know where.” Robert clenched his fists under his burnoose and was surprised when the older sailor suddenly spoke, crying out in anguish. “David, no!”

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He clearly understood the implications, too. **** David’s stomach flipped at the captain’s expression and he vaguely heard Winstanley’s voice calling to him. He turned to see Achmed backhand the seaman. His control snapped and he anxiously called out to Winstanley before demanding of Achmed, “Let him alone!” Achmed ignored him and David desperately turned to the captain. “What is going on?” The Reis did not answer, instead he snapped a command at the pirates to lead the other prisoners away, Winstanley struggling as they did so. Dismissing them from his mind, the captain turned back to his prey, horror creeping through David as he did so. “You are too good to go with these others,” the Reis said, reaching up to brush a finger down David’s face and he thrummed with tension. “You are most attractive. I know just the place for you. You’ll fetch a high price.” At those words the knot in David’s stomach tightened with fear. Fear that kept him rigid as the captain’s hand began a journey down his chest. David could not help his shudder of revulsion as the captain pulled at a nipple but he was held firmly in place by Achmed. The captain’s hand continued unabated across his stomach toward his groin. David desperately tried not to react to the touch but when the captain’s hand cupped and caressed him through his trousers, his body betrayed him. He closed his eyes trying to will himself not to react, but he could not help his gasp as his captor slid a hand inside his britches and touched his bare flesh. The man’s movements aroused David against his will and his eyes flew open as his cock began to fill. The caresses became firmer and David was ashamed because his cock responded to the unwanted excitement filling him. He felt tears burn behind his eyes at the humiliation as he struggled against his own natural inclinations and with a cold fury he decided he would not let the bastard do this to him. He raised his eyes aloft, fighting to bring his body back under his control, desperately trying to quell his arousal. He remembered the battle, the death, the blood, poor Tom and

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Suzanna and the others who would yet suffer. A hatred he did not know he possessed flooded him because of this man touching him. But even the hatred could not stop his orgasm at the man’s practiced touch, and he came over the pirate’s hand inside his own britches. Deeply humiliated, David lowered his eyes, turning away from the man before him. As David turned from the lecherous captain his glance fell on another Turk, this one dressed richly in dark blue robes embroidered with gold silks. Almost against his will David raised his eyes and met those of this wealthy...what, a merchant? To his surprise he found a pair of warm brown eyes regarding him with...compassion? The regard of this stranger somehow gave him back his strength, his belief in his own worth. He met the look with one of sudden appreciation before again turning to stare at a point on the horizon. David thought he had been afraid before at the notion of being a slave, but now he understood precisely what the word really meant. The looks and actions of the captain towards him were only too clear. He should have known better, he who studied languages had not taken the word at its true meaning. A person under the total control of someone else, body and soul; to know the word was one thing but he had never truly understood the meaning; a meaning that would now apply to him. He would be sold; he would belong to some person for them to do with what they would. His body would be there for someone else to use, forever beyond his choice. Oh dear God, how could he bear that? “Achmed!” the captain’s voice broke David’s sad deliberation. Achmed moved nearer and his commander spoke softly to the pirate. The man nodded, and moving quickly for such a large male, he went below deck. He soon hastened back with a rough burnoose in unbleached cotton, which he threw at David. “Put that on!” David slipped the strange garment on and at a sign from Achmed he pulled up the hood. Achmed moved forward, grabbing his wrists and tying them together with thick cord before he fastened the neck clasp of the burnoose and hooked the veil across David’s face, smirking as he did so.

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David did not understand why they wanted him to wear it but he did not bother to ask. Achmed picked up the ends of the cord about his wrists and led him across the deck. As he passed the rich merchant he felt compelled to raise his eyes and was sad to find the man wearing blue was not looking in his direction, and he was surprised at how cold he felt. **** Robert had to keep himself in check as he was forced to watch the emotional pain flicker in the young man’s eyes; those wonderful eyes were very expressive. Robert was suddenly bitterly ashamed that he too had reacted, his cock twitching and hardening as the pirate mauled the prisoner. He felt a sudden and inexplicable attachment to this...David, wondering if perhaps it was the same kind of lure that made the Reis choose him. It called to the best things in Robert, while to men like the pirate captain it brought out the worse. Whereas Robert could not regret the feeling that had invaded his being, he wished David did not affect others the way he did Robert. It had been a long, long time since anyone had moved him so personally like this. Knowing the man would be taken away now, Robert took one step backwards and almost at the same time Aram took a step forward and leaned in towards Robert, who said softly, “Find him.” Robert forced himself to look away as the young prisoner was led to his fate. He could not risk revealing himself and a Janissary would not care about just one more slave. He had already slipped up when he had inadvertently looked into those eyes, such soulful eyes dragging Robert into their depths. He did not think he would ever be able to escape their hold. He needed to concentrate on what he ought to be doing. The more information he could gather the more chance that perhaps some of these poor souls could be spirited away. It was never easy but it was something he had dedicated his life to and each person he saved was just one more in the ledger. Perhaps one day he would have enough on the credit side to enable him to find Malik. Even the name still had the power to bring him heartache. It had been fifteen years and still it hurt.

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He hoped Aram would be able to follow the young man, David, to wherever he was being taken. With those looks, that fair colouring, those spectacular eyes and the unconscious allure he exuded, he would be quite a draw. Robert realized the Reis was approaching and he pulled his thoughts back to the here and now. They bowed to each other and the Reis produced an accounting of his voyage to date and an estimate of the expected return from the sale of the slaves offloaded that day. Robert also wanted to try and discover more about the young woman and the boy who had been secreted in the captain’s cabin earlier. It was rare for a captain to keep a slave back for himself. Robert had seen enough to realize she was a beauty and that she was willing to offer whatever it took to keep the boy with her. She probably expected she could keep him off the slave block, but Robert knew in the end, both the boy and she would end up there anyway. She would sacrifice herself and in the end it would be in vain. Robert would do what he could but did not expect he would be able to get them out; they would be kept too close by the captain. He might have better luck with David, if Aram could find out where Achmed had taken him.

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Chapter Two Leaving the Ocean Pearl, Aram discreetly followed the pirate ship’s first mate and his prisoner, well aware of the need to be careful so his pursuit would not be noticed. He knew he was a striking figure, being well over six feet tall and well built. Even more noticeable was his long narrow tribal tattoo down the side of his dark face, earned in his youth, the sign he had attained manhood in his people’s eyes. He and his father had been out hunting game one day when they had been attacked and taken by the hated slavers. That day was the last time he ever saw his father. A blacksmith who had recognized his potential strength bought Aram on the slave block in Tripoli. As the years passed he came to understand that he was fortunate in his master. He saw much mistreatment of slaves: whipping, branding, sexual assault, torture, and death. Some slaves wished for death, some even went looking for it rather than live another day with a pitiless master. It was such an unfortunate slave that brought Aram to Robert Charteris those many years ago. Aram had helped the young Robert when he had stood up to a slave owner and in return he had gained his freedom and his place by the side of the brave young man. The youth had saved him that day as much as he had saved the youth. There was symmetry there that spoke to him of the will of the gods. His people had a strong belief that life led where one was supposed to go. Aram was meant to live his life alongside Robert Charteris and he had walked toward his fate for the last eighteen years, a journey he had never regretted. Now, as he pursued the pirate and his captive, Aram had another such sense of the rightness of things. He was following yet another young man, one whose life had suddenly walked

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close to Robert Charteris, and a young man whose future was likely to be appalling. To be attractive could improve a person’s life, unless that person was unfortunate enough to be taken as a slave. For a young woman it often meant life in a harem, sometimes a pampered life but slavery nonetheless. For a young man it was different. No man would ever be bought by a woman to be a plaything in the way some women were treated by men. No, for a man it was usually something more corrupt, more brutal. Aram had recognized Charteris’ reaction to the young man even before he spoke his simple command, rarely needing verbal communication to know what his friend was thinking. Robert Charteris had had relationships with both sexes, yet Aram knew the man had only ever really been in love once and that had been many years ago. While the young stranger he followed bore no physical resemblance to Charteris’ long lost love, there was a similarity. Both were handsome, even Aram could admit that, though he had no interest in men that way. Of similar height and build, whereas this young man had fair hair, Malik’s hair had been black, so dark as to be almost blue. Eyes of sparkling blue shone from the young stranger whereas Malik’s eyes had been almost as dark as his hair. What they both shared had been that spark of something special that drew others to them like moths to a flame. No, it was not good to be attractive when one was a slave. **** David walked automatically behind the pirate, keeping apace so his wrists would not pain him too much whenever the pirate tightened the rope. Achmed enjoyed giving him sudden tugs, making the cord dig into his flesh so he had to run a few steps forward to relieve the tension. In one way he was grateful for the pain in his wrists, it kept the pain of his thoughts at bay a little. The sights and sounds of the city of Tripoli filled his senses. He should have been excited, happy and full of interest for this new and wonderful place with so much variety, all of it so different from his previous experience, but instead it all

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washed over him like the dirty water following a flood: dark, brackish with everything impossible to distinguish. Finally, after a lot of twisting and turning along bright sunlit streets and then down narrow, dark alleys, they reached a large pair of wooden gates. Achmed rapped on the gates with the pommel of his sword and when a small grill opened and a face appeared, he merely growled and the bolt was pulled back. He dragged David inside and spoke swiftly to the guard. He obviously did not think David would be able to understand and David had to suppress a shudder when Achmed called him ‘a pretty boy for tomorrow’s sale’, and the man then said, ‘make him look good’. With a last leer in his direction, Achmed left his restraining cord in the guard’s control and retreated through the gate. The man yanked on the cord and David was forced to follow him. He did his best to clamp down on the fear roiling in his gut but it was very difficult. He felt like yelling his defiance at whoever owned this house, but knew it was not only utterly pointless but dangerous. The guard led him to another pair of gates, which he opened with a large key. He called out, “Tarik!” and a short, fat man came running. The guard handed David’s cord to Tarik and left, locking the gate behind him. Tarik led him in silence down a long dark corridor where it was much cooler. They came out into a large room with a tiled floor, which dropped off to form a large pool. Tarik clapped his hands and two men hurried to do his bidding. They were wearing only loincloths and David suddenly understood what was going to happen. Tarik reached up to unclasp David’s burnoose and then pulled a knife from behind his back and swiftly cut the cord tying David’s wrists together. Stinging pain filled his hands as the blood returned. As the cord was discarded, the attendants pulled away the veil and hood. Tarik stood back and studied him, shaking his finger at one of the men who quickly pulled off the burnoose. David was now only wearing his leggings and boots. Tarik’s eyes widened a little and then he smiled. One of the men reached for David’s britches and attempted to undo the

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buttons at his waist. David immediately grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Tarik looked shocked and was obviously about to shout at him, but David quickly raised a finger to attract his attention. The man stopped, open-mouthed but silent, watching him carefully. The two attendants moved closer as if to protect Tarik. Carefully, David indicated himself and then pointed to his waist, repeating the motion to make it clear for the Turk. He could easily have explained to Tarik in his own language that he preferred to undress himself, but he decided to keep his knowledge of their language to himself for the time being. It was vital intelligence that might prove useful at a later time. Tarik understood the signals and indicated his agreement to David, the two men standing back at a wave of his hand and a snap of his fingers. With a sigh, David undid his britches, bent to remove his shoes and then took off everything. Standing naked before them, he had never felt so vulnerable. **** Tom Bateson glanced around the large cabin into which he and his sister, Suzanna, had been shoved. He had heard the door being locked behind them and had not bothered to go and see if it could be opened. During their journey, David had called him smart and he intended to use his common sense. He did not even know if David was alive; the last time he had seen his very clever friend was when that brute of a pirate had thrown him across the deck. “It will be all right, Tom,” a quiet voice said behind him. He turned and saw his sister watching him carefully and he realized she thought he had sighed for his own fate. “I was thinking about David,” he said. “David? I never even saw him. Do you know what happened to him?” “Yes, he attempted to help me and the monster who tried to grab you threw him across the deck.” “So you do not know if he is alive or dead?” she asked softly.

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“No, I do not know,” Tom answered sadly. “He was certainly hurt but that is all I know. I feel terrible, Suzy, he was trying to help me. You know what he was, is like.” “Yes, I know. I pray he is all right.” “Maybe we should pray for ourselves too, Suzy. I do not like what the pirate captain said about you.” Tom stated. “What does it matter? We are captives; they intend to make slaves of us. I...” she hesitated, not sure if Tom really understood. Suzanna Bateson was a bright young woman who had never wanted the expected life for her: marriage and children. “You are a woman and I know what happens to women,” Tom answered her unspoken comment in a gruff voice. She sometimes forgot that he was no longer a child; he was fast approaching adulthood. Besides, what good would it do to keep the truth from him now? She lifted her chin and tossed back her hair. “If some man is going to...have me, I would rather it was some dashing man than a fat old sultan sitting on a pile of cushions.” “Suzy!” “I am more worried about you,” she said, less sure of herself now. For an instant, she wished she were not quite so well-read. One of her more naïve counterparts would not have any idea what a lusty male could want with a handsome youth and at that moment she wished that she did not either. Yet, she had no desire to be anything other than she was. After all, forewarned was forearmed. “I will be all right, what can he want with me?” Tom said defiantly. Oh, Tom, she thought, if only you knew. Perhaps it is better that you do not. **** Tom Bateson tried again to get the damned door open but the captain had made sure he could not. Not being able to get out did not mean he did not know what was happening, now or earlier. He and Suzanna were left in the captain’s day cabin while he had gone on deck to see to the disposition of the slaves, his words.

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The captive siblings found a small opening, little more than a split between two planks of wood alongside the door, and they could see out onto the deck. They took turns at using the little spy hole and had seen everything. Their relief at David’s survival turned to dismay when he had been left at the mercy of the captain’s lewd behaviour and Suzanna said she felt sick. Tom may be young but he was not naïve. He knew enough of the world to know the danger his sister was in and the threat to David. Only seconds later the door banged open and the captain, they still did not know his name, came in. He saw Suzanna crying and the anger in Tom’s eyes and knew what they had seen. Tom’s anger got the better of his common sense. “What the hell are you doing to David, you bastard?” The captain lashed out at the lad and Tom steeled himself for a blow, but the man just latched onto his shoulder with a grip of steel, dragging him out of the cabin and into a smaller one opposite. He flung Tom inside and locked the door. Tom banged and yelled but no one came. He could hear voices across the gangway but he could not make out any words. **** Suzanna watched as the captain manhandled Tom out of the cabin, realizing it was time to pay the piper. Having just seen and been shocked by what had happened to poor David, she came to a decision. She had flippantly told Tom that she would rather belong to one man, a real man as opposed to a fat sultan. Now she realized she meant it. She was not the blushing virgin that Tom supposed her to be and had not been since she gave herself to Richard, their neighbour’s son, when she was eighteen. Richard had been the first, but he had not been the last. She found she enjoyed sex and the power it gave her over libidinous young men, a power denied her at any other time. She found that by being flexible with her morals she could learn what she really wanted to know. She never wanted to be a wife and mother, she wanted to know more of the world, she wanted to live. With a strength of will that for a short while she had forgotten she possessed, she was determined not to be afraid of

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what was going to happen. He would have his way with her whatever she said or did, but she decided she did want to see his face. If she was going to have to do this, she resolved to try and enjoy the experience, try and gain whatever advantage and experience from it she could. He had been leaning against the closed door ever since he had thrown Tom out, watching her closely as she gave her thoughts free rein and wrestled with her emotions. She took out a handkerchief from the pocket in her skirt and wiped away her tears; taking a deep breath she got to her feet and approached him. She looked at his dark brooding eyes for a moment and was rather surprised to discover she liked them. Gingerly, she reached out to unhook the veil from where it joined the hood of his cloak, her hand hesitating as if to ask permission. He simply stood there and waited. She unfastened the veil and pulled it back, hoping she would like what she saw. She would do what she had to do but it would be so much easier if he was at least passably attractive. She took a breath as his face was revealed. It was wellproportioned with angular lines enhancing a long straight nose and a generous mouth. His skin had that slightly olive tone of the Middle East, but she thought he must have mixed heritage because it was a shade paler than she expected and there was something in the shape of his eyes, eyes that looked even darker against the expanse of his skin. She reached up to push the hood back and let her hands caress his thick black hair. She smiled, deciding that altogether he made a very nice package—until he returned her smile. Her mouth dropped open; he was stunningly beautiful. He took the offered opportunity and leaned in to kiss her, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. **** Robert paced up and down in the atrium of his house. He could not get the look in David’s eyes out of his mind; there had been such torment. Torment he wanted to alleviate. He had not felt this drawn to a man since Malik and even with him it had not been instantaneous the way it was with this stranger. With his first love it had been slow, growing out of a deep friendship until it became all encompassing. This was like being hit by a thunderbolt.

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Where the hell was Aram? Aram. The man had saved his life, or at least his freedom, that day fifteen years ago during the attack on their ship and by way of thanks he had screamed at him and tried to hit him. He had been a fool, but what was new? He let his mind drift back. He had lived in North Africa most of his life, his father sending him to England when he was sixteen to finish his education. He knew no other way of life until he had gone back home. Home, it was a misnomer in his case to call England home. He may have been born there to English parents, but he had left when he was three years old and had no memory of it. To a sixteen-year-old it had seemed like a whole new world; it had been a whole new world, a frightening place. It had also confirmed his own feelings, his knowledge that slavery was not only wrong; it was evil. Even in his own country, which his parents had told him was so much more liberal and free than Tripoli and the states of North Africa, he had found the taint of slavery. His new friend and bodyguard, Aram, was treated as a second-class citizen because of his skin colour, or just patronized as a curious novelty. Robert had spent three years there feeling out of place in the very different society of England. The only close friend he had made had actually come from Tripoli too. Malik, who was a year older than Robert, was half Tripolitan and half English, and his father had also sent him to England to further his schooling. Malik felt even more out of place than Robert did and when they had met at the school they became as close as any two young men could, gravitating to each other, two lost souls in a strange land. The love of friends had turned to something different, something more, only a few weeks before they were due to return to Tripoli. It had come as a wonderful shock to Robert when Malik introduced him to making love with a man. He had been having unexpected emotions for his friend and it took him a while to admit to himself what they meant. It felt so good to be open and honest and when they kissed for the first time it had been a revelation to Robert; he had never been happier in his life.

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So, while on their way home when their vessel had been attacked, Robert had done everything he could to stay at Malik’s side. When their ship had been overrun it had literally been a fight to stay alive and in the fierce fighting Robert and Malik had been separated. Aram had tried to protect them both. Robert’s reverie was interrupted by Aram’s return and Robert hurried to meet him. Aram pulled off the swathing cloak and draped it over one of the stone benches which circled the atrium. A servant approached, offering a tray of refreshments. Aram took a glass of water, refusing anything else and the servant quickly withdrew. “Well?” Robert asked impatiently. “I followed them to the house of Serafin.” “Serafin! Good God.” The name was well known in the slave trade, a man who specialised in the more outrageous aspects of slavery. He bragged that whatever was demanded he could supply and had no moral compunction about it. “There will be a sale in the morning,” Aram reported, watching his friend carefully. Robert was pacing again; he could not seem to stop. He had no illusions about the kind of buyers who attended Serafin’s sales, and the idea of that young man in the hands of men of that ilk made his blood boil. He really wanted to hit something, someone, Serafin most particularly, but the Pearl’s captain would do in a pinch. “Pacing will not accomplish anything, Charteris,” Aram finally said. “Action is necessary.” Robert forced himself to stop. “I know. Damn, it would have to be Serafin. I had hoped maybe we could have got him out.” Pausing, he stared at Aram. “How much do we have on hand, Aram? I cannot leave him there. If we cannot get him out we will just have to buy him. Can we afford it?” Aram stared at his friend. Buying a slave was abhorrent to both of them, but there were times one had to do the wrong thing to effect the right result. Better they bought the man than anyone else. “That would depend on who else will attend the sale. If Muzzafar El-Amir attends, the price will be high. We have no time to gather more funds from Alexandria.”

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Robert nodded. Muzzafar El-Amir had an insatiable appetite for young men and Serafin would be sure to pass the word around that he had a prize. His captive’s looks alone would draw most purchasers; the fact that he was most likely a virgin would have Muzzafar chomping at the bit. He was a very rich man and he would outbid any other to get what he wanted. “Then we have to make sure he does not attend,” Robert declared. “I have to be the one to buy him.” **** After much hand signalling and arm waving, David had managed to persuade Tarik that he would bathe himself, but nothing could prevent the overseer giving him a massage with scented oils. David found the whole experience embarrassing as he was forced to bathe under the watchful eye of the three men, and when he tried to argue his way out of the massage, at a frustrated signal from Tarik his two helpers had simply picked him up and dumped him on a nearby bench. They proceeded to stretch him out face down and to save any further humiliation David tried to lie still while Tarik worked the oils into his back. However, when the man’s hands began to knead and caress his buttocks and tease his anus, David was horrified and he immediately began to fight. He pushed against Tarik and when the man near his legs reached for his ankles, David kicked him. The man doubled over in pain. The second attendant came up behind David, and catching him unawares, grabbed him around the chest, holding his arms locked by his side. The man he had kicked came back at him then, anger flushing his face, and he made to strike David. Only a sharp yell from Tarik stopped him. The little man admonished the two servants, stating sharply that the new slave was not to be marked. Immobilised now, David was forced back onto the bench— face down. The two men held on to his arms and ankles, separating them so he was spread-eagled and completely at their mercy. Tarik oiled his fingers again and immediately returned to his massaging of David’s buttocks, moving inexorably for his anus. David squirmed but could not escape the man’s fingers as they circled his entrance. He gritted his teeth against the sensation of someone touching him where no one else ever had,

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and as Tarik continued his caressing motions David was shocked and mortified as he found the sensations flooding through him arousing. Though nowhere near as stimulating as when they turned him onto his back and Tarik massaged his chest on the way down David’s belly to his groin. Once again he struggled but it was useless, the attendants kept him immobilised as Tarik paid even more attention to his cock. David was humiliated that he found the whole thing extremely erotic, and he was ashamed at his very obvious erection, but Tarik just chortled. By the time he had finished, David was as hard as he could ever remember being, when the overseer abruptly stopped his ministrations, not allowing him to come. David lay there panting, willing his erection to subside, distressed that he could have been so aroused against his will. Nor could he believe that he would enjoy the sensations caused in such a way, wondering what kind of sick person he was. Then he was honest enough to admit that he was just a man and when a man was touched like that he could not help but respond. Respond? He was so damned hard it still hurt. He needed the release of tears but would not let them fall. **** Since the massage, they had left him alone, for which David was extremely grateful. They just brought him to this room and locked him in. He had been fearful for a time that he would be forced...raped, after being prepared the way he had been. However, he understood from what he had overheard that there would be a sale taking place the next day, and from Tarik’s crude remarks, he gathered he was thought to be special. He shuddered as he recalled one comment about him being a tasty young virgin. Trying to take his mind off the next day, he looked around and could not think of a better term than ‘cell’ for his present surroundings. It was only a small room, no more than eight by six feet, with one small opening high up and, of course, a locked door. All it contained was a pallet to sleep on and a jug of water from which to drink. He did not know if he wanted to sleep; he was afraid of what he might dream, but would it be any worse than his

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wakeful imaginings? He paced the cell, finally leaning his aching head against the door. His tortured mind kept reliving Tarik’s invasive handling, and his terrifying revelation on the ship when the pirate captain put hands on him. Suddenly, he had a vision of a pair of warm brown eyes looking at him with compassion, and the memory that at least one person in this strange heathen land felt for him eased his mind a little. He lay down, aching in mind and body, and attempted to rest, trying to keep a vision of those friendly eyes in the forefront of his mind. He awoke surprised to see the sun shining in his small window, not really expecting to have been able to sleep, though in fact he had slept reasonably well. He was aware he had dreamed but he could not remember much. All he could clearly recall was a figure beckoning him and he had not been afraid to follow. Interrupting his thoughts, the cell door opened and one of the attendants entered; David guessed the second one stayed outside as a kind of guard. He was given a tray of fruit and bread with some fresh water. When he had finished he was beckoned out of the cell and taken to the pool again. When he emerged he found the simple pants and tunic that he had been given the day before were gone. Panicked, he looked at Tarik, who smiled at him while indicating something to one of the attendants by a flick of his wrist and the man scurried away. Something in Tarik’s expression made David shudder and he pulled the towel closer around him as he waited apprehensively. **** As Aram walked along the narrow streets, he hoped that perhaps at last his friend could let go of his guilt over Malik. If his interest in this young man could bring that about, Aram would be grateful. Charteris had long ago forgiven him for what had befallen Malik, but the man had never forgiven himself. Aram no longer believed that after all this time it was love that kept Malik in Charteris’ heart, it was guilt. Guilt that he himself had escaped and survived when his lover had not. The fact that they had

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never known for certain what had happened to Malik only made it that much worse. Over the ensuing years Aram had watched Charteris go through a slew of lovers, mostly male, and the occasional female. Some of them were clearly just flings; others may have had a chance of something more, but the ghost of his lost love had always stood between them. However, he had never seen Charteris so overwhelmed as quickly as he was this time. It seemed this young stranger had struck Charteris right between the eyes, and maybe in a way he had. For perhaps the first time in fifteen years, Robert Charteris was capable of really seeing another person. As a freedman, Aram could openly move about the city and he was on his way to Muzzafar’s where he had a friend who worked in the kitchens. Muzzafar maintained an unusual household in that all his slaves were female, the rumour being it was the only way he could restrain himself with his servants. It also allowed him to keep his mind focused on his real interest, the purchase of young men, men with whom he could indulge his every whim. Aram had developed a relationship with one of his slaves. He had met her by chance in the vegetable market one day and when he realized to whom she belonged, he cultivated the friendship. Now, however, it was genuine and he had come to care for her very much and, though he had not yet told Charteris, he hoped one day to have saved enough to buy her freedom. Bettina was a tiny woman, with coffee-coloured skin, green eyes, a heart of gold and a spirit as bright. She worked as a cook for Muzzafar, but her real talent and passion was for healing. Aram had no compunction about asking her to help in freeing this young man. He arrived shortly after the evening meal had been served and the kitchens were busy tidying up. No one missed Bettina as she slipped out into the herb garden she helped cultivate, in order to meet with Aram. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, it’s been a while,” she said hugging him. He picked her up and held her closely against him. “I am sorry, I have been busy.”

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“With your Robert, I’ll be bound.” “Who else?” “Who else, indeed?” “I have come to ask a favour,” he said quietly, and she immediately recognized the seriousness of his tone. She took his hand and led him deeper into the garden, away from the house. “What is it?” she asked. “I need to keep your master away from a sale in the morning at Serafin’s.” “Oh, that’ll be impossible,” she replied, shaking her head. “I heard him talking at dinner. There’s some new slave, someone special he wants to get his hands on.” She grimaced at that. “Oh God, I feel for whoever it is. Serafin sent some message about him being a virgin.” She shivered. “He was drooling, the bastard!” “He is the reason we want your master away from the sale. Charteris wants to be able to buy him.” “You’re going to buy a slave!” She was outraged; she was one of the very few who knew the secret life of Charteris and Aram. “Charteris’ father bought me and then released me from bondage. It is the only way to legally free him.” “Ah,” she frowned. “What aren’t you telling me, honey?” “Nothing. I explained. We wish to free an innocent young man and we would like you to help. I was thinking one of your herbs in your master’s food, to make him ill, just enough to keep him from the auction.” “Mmmm,” she smiled, “I can do that. Now don’t think you can distract me. What’s so special about this man? Serafin sent Tarik and he was raving about him, going on about his looks and how responsive he is.” She put her hands on her hips and waited. “What?” Aram demanded after a few moments silence. “Don’t try and keep secrets from me, Aram.” He never ceased to be amazed at the depths of this woman. He sighed. “Charteris and I saw him on the Ocean Pearl. There is something about him. I have never seen Charteris so...captivated.” “He wants him for himself?” she asked surprised.

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“Charteris is...intrigued and wants to protect him, as do I. It is strange, I have never even spoken to this man, in fact neither has Charteris but there is...” “I’d say you’re pretty intrigued yourself,” she grinned cheekily. He raised an eyebrow. “Will you help, Bettina?” “You know I will. Anything to keep the poor soul from that monster. He won’t even be able leave his bed in the morning, trust me on that. He takes a late supper; I’ll add a little something to that.” “You will be all right?” Aram asked, concerned. “Oh yes, don’t worry about me. You’ve a little more time?” she asked, reaching to caress his cheek.

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Chapter Three Again wearing a disguise, though not of a Janissary this time, Robert attended the slave auction at Serafin’s. He had previously attended sales there in an attempt to gain intelligence, but Aram had never accompanied him before. Robert was grateful for the enveloping clothing and the veils worn by the Turks so both he and Aram could move about freely, their true identity intact. Quite a few of the other attendees also wished to keep their identity private by wearing veils. Aram’s friend, Bettina, had been true to her word and Muzzafar was safely tucked up in his bed, where one of his slaves was busily holding a bowl under his chin. The majority of the other participants were happy to hear the news of his absence, if the snatched conversation was anything to go by. The news of the ‘new’ slave had garnered a lot of interest and the removal of their main bidding rival was on everyone’s lips. Serafin’s slaves served tea or thick Turkish coffee to everyone and passed around dishes of sweetmeats, bread and fruit to their master’s guests who were seated in a large circle in the atrium of the sumptuous residence. By the main entrance a fountain played making a joyous sound in the background and plants of various hues enhanced the white buildings surrounding them. When everyone was comfortably settled, Serafin finally made an appearance. He was a large man, appearing fat at first glance, but when one looked closer it was hard packed muscle. Robert was under no illusions here. The only way to get David away from this man would be to buy him. He just hoped he had enough funds; people like Serafin only dealt in gold or gems. Robert was a rich man. His trading company owned a string of offices and warehouses in various cities in North Africa and southern Europe but the vast majority of his funds were held

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in Alexandria. He brought everything he could lay his hands on and prayed it was enough. Serafin made himself at ease on a pile of cushions and his guards stood behind and to each side of him. Once he was ready, another man, this one short and fat, came hurrying out. He gave a quick speech of introduction and it was obvious he was going to run the sale. Robert tried to keep cool; controlling his roiling emotions, yet sitting through the long drawn out, extremely polite proceedings for the auction of five other poor unfortunates was wearing him down. He kept having visions of that young man’s face as he tried to control himself when the captain of the Pearl had been touching him too intimately, ultimately forcing an unwanted orgasm out of him. Those eyes, he would be haunted by those eyes for the rest of his life if he could not help him. He understood that Serafin, having decided that David was the prize package, was waiting till the end of the proceedings to reveal him. Robert could have cheerfully killed the bastard. Aram suddenly moved as if to resettle himself and in doing so he touched Robert’s shoulder. Robert understood the unspoken message and, with a quick glance of appreciation at his friend, took a few deep breaths to calm himself. **** David stood in the anteroom of the large courtyard where he had been brought a couple of hours earlier together with five others, three women and two other men. Though he could not see their bodies because they too were covered in billowing burnooses, their faces were not covered and they were all young and beautiful. He stared at them, each one in turn; some returned his blatant scrutiny, while others turned away. His intention was not to intimidate, it was just that he needed to understand why he was included among them. That could not be the way others saw him too, could it? Young and beautiful? Something was happening; David could hear voices and the occasional voice raised in laughter. He assumed the sale was about to begin and he did not know what was worse, waiting in trepidation out here or wondering where he would be when it was all over. Tarik came in and clapped his hands, looking around at the half dozen of them, then he pointed to one of the

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women and she was pulled through the heavy curtain by one of the attendants. That was how it began. One by one, a fearful expression briefly flashing over each face, females and males were alternatively veiled and taken out to be sold to another human being. David could hear very little of the proceedings of the auction. He had been expecting a lot of noise, bidding or something like that, but other than the droning voice of Tarik, there were only low voices drifting in, sounding like normal conversation. He wanted to get the whole thing over with, but he was also terrified of what would happen next. Each time one of other captives was dragged out, he was ashamed of the relief he felt that it was not he being taken through that curtained archway. Now there was no one left but him, the last young woman having been taken out about fifteen minutes earlier. He knew they would come for him soon and he would not allow his fear to get the better of him, he refused to let them see how afraid he really was. This was his last chance to act of his own free will before some other person would control every aspect of his life. He determined to walk out there with pride and dignity. With a wry twist of his lips, he prayed for strength to carry out his destiny. As if they knew he was prepared, they came for him in that moment. His hood was raised and the veil drawn across so all that could be seen were his eyes. The curtain was pulled back and he was led through into the courtyard. He was confronted by a group of about twenty men seated in a rough circle around a raised wooden platform. At one end of the circle sat Serafin, he assumed, the slave trader. David had spent a night and a day in the house and had never even seen the man until now. David was led between the seated males and up onto the platform. There was a mutter of conversation until Tarik drew everyone’s attention back to him as he went into a long flowery speech describing David’s assets in great detail, emphasizing his unusual eye colour. Trying to tune out the man’s voice, not wanting to hear his assets discussed, David instead placed his attention on the men surrounding him, allowing his gaze to

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travel over each of them. They were all dressed richly in embroidered silk of every hue imaginable. Many of them had their hoods up and half had veils drawn across their faces. He found himself caught by the many pairs of dark eyes watching him in return. Then his heart thudded in his chest when he saw a pair he recognized, warm brown eyes looking kindly at him. Relief flooded his being that here was a possible friend, until he remembered these men were only here for one reason; to buy and sell human flesh, to buy him. His elation turned instead to anger, a deep resentful anger that his one pleasant memory, an island of hope in his sea of misery, had been swept away. This man was perhaps worse than any other; for he had pretended an emotion he was not capable of. David almost lost his composure when Tarik ripped the cloak from his body, exposing him to the greedy gaze of the men surrounding him. It took everything he had to not try and flee. Squeezing his eyes shut to block out the numerous eyes raking his body, David managed to curl his fingers into fists so tightly that, even with his hands tied, his nails dug into his palms. Pain, at that moment he needed pain on which to focus. The comments from the men were very specific and for once David wished he did not know the language; he was only grateful that he was not completely naked. He heard one man demand the removal of the last piece of his dignity, but another voice shouted him down saying that would be the buyer’s prize. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. The bidding became more frantic and David kept his eyes closed, dreading to observe to whom he would finally belong. Some of those watching had left him with an unaccountable impression of cruelty. It was probably only the transference of his fear, but that did not make him feel any better. The platform shook as someone leapt onto it and fearfully David peered up and was confronted by the rich merchant from the pirate vessel. Relief again surged through him until he realized this man had just bought him. He looked away, staring at the carving on the distant wall which surrounded the courtyard. In silence the burnoose was dropped back onto his shoulders, the hood and veil put back into place. He felt a hand on his shoulder and dragged his eyes back to find another man

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standing behind him; the hand dropped from his shoulder to his arm and he was led off the platform to follow the merchant out of the house. **** When he finally saw David brought to the platform, Robert’s heart leapt in his breast. The young man stood calm and still and Robert felt an inordinate pride in him. Then David began to look at each of the men surrounding him, studying their faces carefully, but Robert did not expect the flash of recognition in David’s eyes when they fell upon him. He felt like a hand had grasped his heart and squeezed at the pleasure he thought he glimpsed, only to feel the pain of rejection a second later when he saw David realize what he thought his intent was. He saw the flash of recognition change to the fire of anger. Robert held the man’s gaze, trying to send a message of support: please just give me a chance, trust me. However, he could see the anger and betrayal in the man’s posture and, at that moment, Robert thought perhaps that was for the best considering what was yet to come. Tarik’s presentation finally came to an end and he climbed up on the platform beside David to remove his veil. The avidly watching audience leaned closer to get a good look and the bidding began. First one man, then another, would nod or raise a finger; there was quiet comment and finally someone asked to view David’s hair. Tarik pulled back the hood and there was another round of bidding. Robert played the game, raising a finger when it was his turn. Tarik then unfastened the clasp at the neck of the burnoose and whipped if off in a theatrical gesture and the prisoner’s eyes finally closed in humiliation. Even though Robert had known what to expect, he seethed at the sight of David virtually naked except for the small triangle of cloth covering his genitals, running underneath to cover his balls and continuing as little more than a cord, which separated his buttocks. The slaves sold at the public auctions were often completely naked but at these private auctions it was not unusual for such tiny scraps of material to cover private parts. Yet instead of offering the prisoner a modicum of decorum, they only accentuated what they purported to cover.

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What affected Robert more was the fact that David’s hands were tied tightly behind his back and it nearly had Robert jumping to his feet in protest, except for Aram’s calming hand on his arm. Robert forced himself to stay calm and up his bid a little at a time, not revealing how strong his desire was to purchase the slave. Glancing at the platform once more, Robert saw that David’s eyes were still closed, shutting out the horror surrounding him. Robert bid again, scanned the circle of men, and hardly believed his eyes when no one matched him. Tarik asked again for a higher bid and when none came he indicated that the slave was now Robert’s property. The look in David’s eyes when he had finally opened them as Robert mounted the platform was enough for him to know what David thought of the result. Robert led the way back through the narrow streets of Tripoli to his own house. He resisted the desire to turn back and reassure David that all was well, knowing he must be dreading what might happen next, but he knew it was safer to wait until they were inside his property and away from public gaze. **** Finally they approached a large pair of gates to yet another resplendent building. Rich merchant indeed, David thought sourly. Fighting his own dangerous emotions, he followed his new owner inside, still being held by the large hand of the man behind him. They stopped inside the atrium and David felt the hand finally leave his arm. The large black man gave a slight bow to the merchant before turning and leaving through a small door. David still had not seen the face of either man. David’s stomach was churning; he was afraid he would allow his anger to overcome his fear and the likely punishment that could result from his lack of control. He was under no illusion as to the possible cruelties he could be facing as a slave who, according to this country’s laws, belonged body and soul to his owner. He had spent many years reading the history of the human race and was only too aware to what depths mankind could stoop.

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The merchant turned to him, “Follow me.” Hearing the man’s deep voice as he spoke for the first time, David was surprised to hear perfect English. David frowned but said nothing. They crossed to another small door opposite the main entrance. David glanced around, surprised that no one had come out to greet the master of the house. It was not what he had expected. Entering a large sitting room, the merchant turned around and David followed him in, halting just inside the door, his eyes wary, not knowing what to expect from the man. “Come forward,” his purchaser ordered and David hesitantly obeyed, moving a little farther into the room. The man slowly unhooked his veil and slid back the hood, standing for a moment to let David see him. David’s eyes widened as he realized the man was not a Turk. Then the burnoose was unfastened and removed. David looked again at those deep brown eyes and knew he was not mistaken; this was the man who had been on the Ocean Pearl dressed as a Janissary. David frowned, more confused than ever. “You have no cause to fear me,” the European said carefully, moving slowly toward David. He reached out to remove first David’s veil and then the hood, maintaining eye contact with him, recognising he was still very unsure. Then he unfastened the burnoose and removed it. Suddenly David blushed, which confused him more than ever. He had stood on that damned platform practically naked in front of twenty strangers and he had not blushed then, so why now? The man walked behind him and David heard a faint swishing sound and then felt a tug as his bonds were being cut. He gasped in bewilderment and from pain flaring through his shoulders and down his arms, a sharp sensation tingling in his fingers from the sudden release of being tied for hours. The stranger understood and began gently massaging his shoulders and upper arms until, embarrassed, David shook him off. The man quickly stood back, which confused David more; he had

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reacted without thinking and half expected a blow in retaliation. This man was being solicitous. Why? Recognising David’s confusion, the man said, “Sorry, let me explain.” Taking a breath to steady himself, he began, “My name is Robert Charteris and you have nothing to fear from me.” He looked as though he wanted to say more, opening and then closing his mouth. Apparently he decided this was not the time, for he paused, regarding David for a moment before speaking again. “Follow me, you can bathe in here and I will get you some clothes.” “As you wish,” David replied brusquely. “What am I supposed to call you? Master?” he asked sarcastically. Inwardly he winced; he was going to have to learn that he needed to curb his tongue. “No, no, no. God, this is hard for me, too,” Charteris replied sharply. He bit his lower lip, looking chagrined at his response. “Look, I do not normally buy slaves; I normally strive to free them! The only...title…you have to give me is my name, which is Robert. You are not my slave; you are as free as you ever were. I know your given name is David but I do not know your surname.” Robert knew he was babbling but he was unable to stop himself. David’s mouth dropped open. “Not your slave? You do not want...” Robert’s heart was beating in his chest at the realization that he did want, just not the way David obviously feared. No, he wanted the man all right, but not against his will. “No! Sorry, um...you will want to bathe and you need clothes. This way.” Robert hesitated when he heard no movement behind him and he turned back. David was still standing in that damned demeaning getup and it took a second for Robert to notice that David was shaking. The man was going into shock. He had held himself in check for so long the sudden release of tension was just too much. “Oh God,” Robert said, rushing back to David’s side and wrapping his arms around him. Silent tears ran down David’s face as he collapsed against Robert. David heard someone sobbing but was unaware it was him. He was surprised to find himself being held in a pair of strong

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arms and heard a gentle voice repeating over and over that it was all right, that he was safe. He knew who it was and was grateful that he had been right about the owner of that pair of eyes. He felt his world slip back into place. He had always been able to trust his intuition about people and apparently he still could. Suddenly becoming aware of his state of undress and that he was being held in the arms of a stranger, David was mortified. He automatically pulled free and Robert immediately released him. Holding his hands aloft in full view, clearly understanding David’s reaction all too well, Robert said, “It is all right, David, you were in shock and I was only trying to offer support.” “I am sorry...Robert?” At Robert’s nod, David continued. “I do not know how to thank you for what you did for me. I was so afraid, I know not...” He stopped, unable to go on. “David,” Robert said softly, “I think you will feel better once you get out of that,” indicating the only item of clothing— an extremely loose term—that he was wearing. “Come on, let me show you where to bathe and I will lend you some clothes. They will have to be mine; Aram’s would be far too big.” “Aram?” “My friend. He accompanied us.” “Ah.” David had in fact been thinking the large black man was a servant, especially when he had bowed before leaving. He frowned a little, but Robert did not see as he was already leading the way to the bathroom. Following Robert through another small door, David found himself in a room almost identical to the one in which he had been forced to bathe at Serafin’s house. He froze on the threshold and stared at the cool blue tiles as they led into the deep pool. “David? Are you all right?” Robert asked gently. The question broke through David’s reserve. “Just unpleasant memories.” “Very well,” Robert said slowly. “Perhaps they are best forgotten?” he asked, though his tone suggested he was not certain his advice was justified. Pointing in the direction of the archway opposite, he said, “There is a small dressing room

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through there, I will leave your clothes in it and wait in the sitting room. We can talk then, if you want.” With a reticent smile, Robert turned to leave. “Jordan,” David’s voice abruptly said. “What?” Robert queried turning back. “It is my name, David Jordan.” A smile ghosted over his face. Robert just nodded, automatically returning the smile. David stood in the large room, free for the first time in two days. He was safe; he should have felt relief but all he felt was confusion. His glance travelled around the room until crossing the tile floor, his eyes lit on his own feet. It was like looking at someone else, some stranger he had never seen before, his glance moved up his body until he saw the small triangle of cloth between his legs. In a fit of revulsion, he tore it away and threw it across the room where it sailed to the floor. His still outstretched hand was shaking and he pulled it into his torso, holding it close against himself with his other hand, he bent over almost double, rocking back and forth, unaware of the keening sound he was making. **** It was the first time he had seen a smile cross David’s face and as fleeting as it was, it was like the sun breaking through after a storm. Robert had thought he was beautiful before but this; the man was literally breathtaking. Afterwards, Robert found himself back in the sitting room with no knowledge of how he gotten there. Robert had purposely left the doors ajar between the living room and the bathroom, not quite sure why but feeling the need. He had just poured himself a drink when he heard a strange sound. He stood for a moment but he was unable place it. He moved cautiously toward the bathroom and he realized it was definitely coming from David. He moved to the door and carefully peeked in, not wanting to disturb David if he was all right. The first thing he noticed as he looked around the door was the strip of cotton fabric that was all David had been wearing and just beyond, he saw his guest holding himself around the middle bent almost double. He was clearly distressed and Robert

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strode swiftly to his side, kneeling down alongside him so David could see him. “David,” he said softly. When he got no response he repeated it louder with a little shake of David’s shoulder. The young man reacted to that by scuttling back out of reach. “It is only me. You seem upset,” Robert said in a quiet, firm voice. Finally, David’s consciousness focussed on him. “I...I took that damned thing off and the next thing I knew...” he shuddered. “Reaction. You will be all right now.” Robert made it a statement, not a question. David nodded and with a little sigh he managed a tight smile. “Sorry, I am not usually so...emotional.” “You do not normally have cause. Take your bath.” Robert turned and left, not seeing David’s confused expression. As Robert returned to the sitting room he leaned back against the wall where he admonished himself, telling himself to get a grip. If David knew what he was thinking, he would wonder if Robert was as perverted as those bastards who had wanted to buy him. **** Standing there looking at where Robert had disappeared, David was more confused than ever. He had almost broken down at the memory of his ordeal, recalling what had so nearly happened to him. If he had not been so wonderfully lucky to be rescued by a perfect stranger, he could have even now been facing male rape. Yet when he should have jumped out of his naked skin as that very stranger touched him, instead he had welcomed the strong arms holding him. He realized now with hindsight that it was not fear or revulsion that made him pull away from those arms holding him so close; it was because he had felt so safe, and that reaction had shocked and scared him. What was it that made him respond like that? Even though he had read about it as part of his interest in ancient man, he had never even considered the subject of male love, of male sex, relating to himself, until it had been shoved in his face on that ship. Was that why he was now feeling so strange, trying to understand something so alien?

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It could not be that simple because he was still repulsed at the idea of any of those men who had been trying to buy him, wanting him in that way. If any of them had so much as touched him, he would have...well he was not sure what he could have done, but he certainly would not have accepted the touch; he would have fought tooth and nail. With Robert he had done nothing, even leaning into the strength of the man. Was he just grateful and knew instinctively that he could trust Robert Charteris? He found no answers, just more questions. He had a lot to think about, perhaps too much just yet. He needed to try and put it out of his mind for now. He walked into the pool, surprised to find the water pleasantly warm. He let himself sink under the surface, enjoying the cleansing sensation. He washed himself thoroughly and then floated until he almost fell asleep. Knowing he had been in the water long enough, he got out. Walking into the small dressing room, he found the clothes laid out as promised. He picked up the fine linen shirt and underwear, fingering its softness. He had never been able to afford such fine clothes in his life. He picked up the trousers, which were much lighter in weight than he expected, realizing that they too were made from linen. He suddenly wondered how Robert Charteris appeared wearing European clothing; he had only ever seen him in Arab garb. He admitted to himself that he had been impressed by the looks of the man. He had been drawn to his eyes from the first moment he had seen them; they had had a pull he had never experienced before. Then when Robert had removed his hood and veil, David liked the strong face and wide mouth. His hair was brown, a little lighter than his eyes, though there was a streak of grey, almost silver at each temple, yet David did not think he could be more than maybe thirty-five, thirty-six. He was also impressed by the long wiry body of the man. David paused, taken aback by the train of his thoughts; he was sizing up the man, almost the way he might a good-looking woman. Unnerved, David swiftly pulled on the clothes and made his way back through to the living room. Walking straight through the half open door, he came to a sudden halt when he saw the object of his speculation. Robert had taken the opportunity to

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change and wore a similar outfit to the one David had on, except that Robert’s trousers were light tan whereas the pair he was sporting was dove grey. Both men wore ivory coloured shirts. David’s heart beat faster in his breast; he had thought the man looked good before, dressed in native garb under that long cloak, but in the smooth lines of European dress, he looked perfect. David was stunned at his reaction to this man, confused about his feelings. “Ah, there you are,” Robert remarked when he saw him, a slight smile gracing his lips. Moving toward him, he asked, “Feeling better? You certainly look more relaxed.” Struggling to gain control of scattered emotions, David said, “You were right, that bath made me feel so much better, human again, and I cannot thank you enough for these clothes. We must be almost the same size.” He hesitated for a moment and then gave a shy smile, “Thank you, Robert, for everything. I will never be able to repay what I owe you, and I am not just speaking of the money you spent on my behalf, though that is a debt I will settle.” He dipped his head, his voice lowering a little, “I do not know how I will do it; I have nothing, I lost everything on board that ship. Nothing back in England any more,” he was speaking mostly to himself now, his situation slowly coming home to roost. “No family, no home any more, the cottage went with my teaching job.” “It is nothing,” Robert said, embarrassed at the effusiveness and disturbed by David’s predicament. No family, no home, no job. “Nothing? You literally saved me from a fate worse than death,” David said, laughing a little sheepishly at his own melodramatic comment. “I used to think that was a stupid thing to say but now I know it is true. There are worse things in life than death. If it takes a lifetime, I will pay you back.” “No, that is unnecessary. I did not do this to be repaid. You owe me nothing,” Robert repeated firmly. David frowned, not understanding the odd feeling in his chest. He then posed another question that had been bothering him, “Why did you do it, Robert? I mean why me? I saw you on the Ocean Pearl. You saw all the others get taken, the sailors,

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poor Charles Winstanley. The passengers, God, I do not even know what happened to Suzanna and Tom Bateson!” “Pretty blonde woman with a younger brother?” “Yes!” “As far as I know, the captain kept them on board when they sailed,” Robert explained in a quiet voice. “Oh God, no,” David said softly, the words cutting more deeply because he did not raise his voice. Robert answered as gently as he was able, but he did not know how to soften his words. “I think she was prepared to do whatever she had to in order to protect her brother.” David dropped his chin onto his chest, the gesture redolent of his distress. An idea suddenly occurred to Robert and he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. “You and she…were you?” David raised his head, looking puzzled for a moment, then his face cleared. “No, no. Tom and his sister befriended me on the voyage. I found her a very intelligent young woman and Tom was so aware, so full of life. We had some wonderful talks, sometimes all three of us,” he gave a wistful smile that took Robert’s breath away before his expression hardened again. “I dread to think what might be happening to them.” “I am sorry.” Robert did not know what else he could say. He could hardly let David know how relieved he was that David was not involved with Suzanna Bateson. Nor had he mentioned anyone else on board, anyone else he might be involved with. Did that mean that David was available? David cocked his head and studied Robert, who could not help but flush a little at the blatant regard. “You did not answer the question, Robert.” “Question, what question?” Charteris prevaricated. “Why me? Why save me and not one of the others?” Robert stared at David, wondering just how much of the truth he could tell him. If he spoke of why he felt drawn to him, David would most likely feel threatened; hell, he would probably be disgusted with him. He might even think that the real reason he freed him was to have some kind of power over

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him...Robert knew he had to keep that from him, so he decided he could probably cover it if he told him the rest. “As I said, David, I do what I can to help. I work with the Brothers of the Saviour, gathering information where I can. I have freed some potential slaves by helping them to escape before they are taken to the slave market, but that is only possible in certain rare cases. Sometimes I can steal them from wherever they are sold, if the circumstances allow.” Robert saw no reason to go into how dangerous his chosen life really was. “Also, I gather information so ransoms can be raised for the rich prisoners, or collect news to send home to the families of the sailors or the other poor unfortunates who have no hope of raising a ransom. I sometimes wonder if having that knowledge is a blessing or a curse.” “I see. You are a clearly a good man, Robert Charteris, but you also said you never generally bought slaves. Again I ask, why me?” “David,” Robert replied with a heavy sigh. This man was relentless and obviously too intelligent to have the wool pulled over his eyes. “I do not know if I can answer that. I just could not bear the idea of knowing what would happen to you. You are so...” He stopped, realizing he had inadvertently been about to say too much. “I am so...what?” Robert knew the eyes watching him belonged to a very smart man, not someone he could easily distract or confuse. David was not going to let it go until he heard the truth and, frustratingly, Robert knew he could not fool this man. He could pretend and lie easily when it was essential, but there was no way he could tell a blatant out-and-out lie to David Jordan. “God damn you, why did you have to ask?” Robert demanded, getting up to pace, David’s eyes watching him the whole time. He knew David would not let him hide and Robert would not lie. Taking a calming breath, Robert finally said, “There is something about you—I cannot explain it so please do not ask—it drew me to you and I could not leave you to...that.” He stopped and turned to look at David, needing to see but fearing the likely expression in his eyes.

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David stared at Robert, a rather bemused expression on his face, and Robert was relieved there was neither revulsion nor disgust. “I do not know what to say to that,” David said, a little smile playing over his lips, lips that Robert could not take his eyes off. “Though I think maybe there was a compliment in there somewhere. However, I also think there is more to it than...what? An attraction? What else are you not telling me?” Robert just stared back at David, not knowing what to say. His declaration of interest had not quite met with the reaction he had expected, for which he supposed he should be grateful. Yet neither was he willing to bare his soul to this man. Not yet. He felt if there were anyone he could be completely open with, other than Aram, of course, who knew him inside and out, it would be David. Robert was still amazed at how deeply this stranger had reached into his psyche. How much of himself would he not allow this man to see? **** David was surprised at himself. Robert had practically declared himself and he was not upset, rather the opposite, David was elated. He did not exactly understand why at that moment, was he perhaps having some bizarre reaction to the last couple of days? All he knew for certain was that he wanted to know everything about the man who had rescued him. Neither man received an answer to their spoken and unspoken questions because they were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Enter,” Robert called, irritated yet relieved at the interruption. Aram walked in accompanied by two servants, each carrying a large tray, one filled with food and the other with drink. The servants placed the trays on a table and withdrew with a small bow. “I believe our guest might require nourishment. Also, Charteris, it has been some time since you ate an acceptable meal.” “David Jordan, meet my friend and associate, Aram. This, Aram, is David Jordan, of whom, besides his name, I know very little.”

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David blushed at the slight rebuke and strode forward, holding out his hand to Aram. “I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Aram, for your assistance in my rescue. I will never be able to repay your kindness.” “You are welcome, my friend.” Aram bowed slightly as he took David’s hand. He was pleased that the young man gave the appearance of recovering from his ordeal so quickly, and from the bemused expression on Robert’s face, he guessed he might have interrupted something interesting. “It is not necessary to give me an appellation, Aram is the name given to me by his father and it is all I need.” “Ah, I see,” commented David, his head cocked slightly to one side as he considered the large black man. “Was the name given to you at the same time as your tattoo?” Robert laughed softly at Aram’s dumbfounded expression. “That is the first time in all the years I have known him that Aram’s been speechless.” Ignoring Robert, Aram said, “That is correct and you are the first person who has ever recognized the correlation of my name with my tattoo.” “A coming of age ceremony when you were accepted into the tribe and given your adult name. Is that correct?” Aram nodded assent. “How do you know that, David?” Robert asked curiously. “I teach history and languages to make my living but my passion is anthropology and archaeology. I have studied many cultures but by necessity it has always been through books, and for the first time I was going to actually see something firsthand I have studied virtually all my life; I was travelling to Egypt to continue my research.” He suddenly gave a brittle laugh. “I saved every penny I could for the last ten years to make this trip of a lifetime. Now I have nothing, nothing.” “You have new friends, David. Do not despair,” Robert said quietly. “I have also found an old friend,” Aram said enigmatically. “You found him? Excellent!” “Who? Found who?” David asked puzzled. “Winstanley.”

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Chapter Four Suzanna awoke confused for a moment as to where she was. Then it all came back. She knew she should feel ashamed but all she felt was exhilarated. She had been made love to by a man who was not only a stranger, but had taken her prisoner and he would surely have taken her against her will if she had not acquiesced. Yet somehow she did not care, it was not something she could explain, even to herself, but she had never felt about any other man the way she felt about him and it did not matter that she had only known him for a matter of hours. He excited her as no other man ever had. He was beautiful but it was so much more than that, something in him reached out and touched something in her. She did not want to know what that was; the possibility that she did not really know herself was disconcerting. She was alone now; he had left her earlier, making some comment about having to catch the tide. They were going out to sea again and the idea thrilled her. He did not handle her as though she was some soft female who would faint away at the first sight of a raised weapon; he told her he saw strength in her that he admired. She did not think he treated her the way he would any woman he would simply take at his whim, for some reason she was different. Perhaps something in her called out to him, too. She sincerely hoped so; life with him would be so exciting. Better by far than... Oh God, Tom! She had forgotten her young brother! How could she have done that? Because you were so damned wrapped up in yourself, she chided herself. They had been travelling to join their uncle, following the death of their mother some months ago. Father was still serving in the Army in India and though she had wanted to stay in England and watch out for Tom herself, her father refused to allow that. Of course not, after all she was a woman

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and women were not capable of looking after themselves, let alone their younger brother. God, she sometime hated her sanctimonious father. Except perhaps he was right; she had not really looked out for Tom, had she? She got up and quickly dressed before opening the cabin door, relieved to find it was no longer locked. She had a moment’s panic that the captain still did not trust her and warmth flooded her to realize that he did. She dragged her thoughts back to Tom and knocked on the door opposite where her brother had been incarcerated the night before. His panicked voice called out, “Who is that? Suzy?” “Yes, it is me. Just a moment.” The door was not locked but bolted so she drew back the catch and released him. “Oh, thank God you are all right. I was so worried,” he said, throwing his arms around her. Guilt washed over her at his words. “I am fine, really. Everything is all right.” “All right? We have set sail again. I thought they would send us ashore like all the others. God, what do they want with us?” “Err, he...likes me, he, we...” She wondered how on earth she could put this into words for her younger brother. Tom watched with shock as a blush spread like wildfire across her face. “Oh God. You do not mean? You did not, not for me?” he asked, horrified. Tom watched as her face paled. “He forced you!” She wondered which would be worse; for him to believe she was raped or to know it was by her choice, a choice she took without once thinking of him. He is never going to forgive me either way, she thought. She decided the least she could do now was be honest with him. She took a deep breath, “He did not force me. It did start out for you, you know that, I think...” she hesitated. Tom frowned, not understanding. “But?” he asked. She took a deep breath and admitted, “But in the end it was for him and for me.” “What are you trying to tell me?” he frowned, not believing what she was saying.

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“I am not the perfect sister you think I am. God damn it, Tom, you know how I feel about the position of women and...” she stopped. That was not what she wanted to talk about now. “He likes me and I find him attractive. We...” “Attractive?” Tom interrupted, shocked. “We? How can you talk about him and you in the same breath like...like you are a...a couple? He is a murderer and a slaver. You saw what he did to David and then he had him taken ashore, to sell our friend into slavery. Heaven knows what sort of hell he is facing. God, the monster killed everyone he did not take into slavery! Do you suppose I, or you, are any less slaves?” “No, I am not a slave!” Suzanna snapped. “As for you, if you use your brains you need not be either. Do you think I do not know the danger we are in? Yes, poor David and every other soul from our ship is in chains, facing God knows what fate. Do you suppose if I had not given myself to the captain, he would not have just had his way with me anyway and then sent us off in chains too? At least here I made a choice. It just so happens I do like him, I do find him attractive and for that I am grateful. You might hate me for it, but you should also be grateful. Do you not see you could have faced the same terrible fate awaiting David?” “So now I am supposed to be grateful, am I?” Tom retorted, too angry to consider his sister’s question. “It never occurred to you that I might not want my sister’s honour on my conscience? But I suppose I should thank you for the thought. However, I begin to wonder just how well I really know you. You said you were not the perfect sister and I suppose being almost ten years older and strong-willed to boot, I have idolised you, but I cannot understand how you can like that...that brute.” “I suppose because he treats me as a person first and a woman second. That probably does not mean much to you; I have always just been Suzanna to you. To others, I am a daughter, or a niece, or ‘that young woman’, I am marriage material, a mother in the making. No one ever just saw me.” “David did,” Tom replied quietly. She drew in a sharp breath. “Yes, I think perhaps he did,” she agreed sadly. “What happens now?” Tom asked wearily.

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“I do not know. Yet,” she replied thoughtfully. The door burst open and the captain of the Pearl entered the cabin. Tom saw his face for the first time and was honest enough to admit he could understand why Suzanna might find the man attractive. He was not exactly the kind of Turk that Tom had expected; his features were almost European, with perhaps just a shade darker complexion. Tom wondered what his background really was. The captain swaggered forward and casually put his arm around Suzanna’s waist, dropping a quick kiss on her willing lips as she leaned responsively into his embrace. Tom was pretty sure that it was for his benefit. “Well,” he said, glancing at Tom, “and what are we going to do with you?” he asked quizzically. Tom stood still and quiet, determined not to say anything. He was positive now the man’s overt caressing of his sister’s waist and hip was meant to unnerve him. It was working. “You will look after him, will you not, Malik?” Suzanna asked softly, looking up at her new lover. “He’ll have to make himself useful, work his passage. We have no passengers on this ship.” “Is that what my sister is doing? Working her passage?” snapped Tom, who was immediately annoyed at his lack of selfcontrol; that was a damned stupid thing to say. Suzanna looked at her young brother, eyes wide with hurt and anger; however, it was the captain who answered. “Let me tell you something, boy,” Malik said, grabbing hold of Tom’s upper arm and pulling him closer, “and I’m doing you a favour by telling you this. It took me many beatings to learn this lesson. I learned to obey, to do what was required to the best of my ability, I learned to ingratiate myself with those who held my life in their hands and I made sure I was indispensable.” “I started out as you are now, taken as a slave not much older than you. I was slave to a captain who kept me on board because...” He stopped for a moment, gathering himself, until with a deep breath, he began again. “I learned to become a sailor and eventually, after much hardship, I earned my freedom and I learned that even for a slave, freedom has a price. The life I once

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knew could no longer be mine. I’d seen and done too much.” He was perhaps talking more to himself now than young Tom. “So I had no choice but to embrace my new life. Now I’m the one with the power, I’m the one who controls the lives of others. Never again will I allow myself to be at the mercy of others.” “So now, you are the master you hated when he enslaved and mistreated you?” Tom interposed quickly. Malik’s face hardened. “Obey me, work hard, and you may survive. You will be my cabin boy. Learn to satisfy me and all will be well. For both of you,” he added almost as an afterthought. Suzanna gasped. “Is that all I am to you, a slave with whom you take pleasure? I thought last evening, we...we found something.” The captain cocked his head on one side, considering her. “Maybe. We shall see.” **** Malik gave Tom detailed instructions on his new duties, which also included basic seamanship under the tender care of his first mate, Achmed. It did not take long for him to earn a few bruises because he was not fast enough for Achmed’s liking and, as much as he might dislike the captain, at least Tom’s duties below deck were less arduous. Evening found him serving dinner in the captain’s day cabin to Malik and Achmed as they were discussing plans for the next raid. Suzanna had been instructed to stay in the cabin she shared with Tom. Malik would send for her when he was ready. Suzanna had been irritable and upset all day following the unpleasantness early in the morning, and during breakfast she seemed to be of the opinion that it was all Tom’s fault. By the time he was finally instructed to go up on deck and begin his duties he was relieved to be out of her company. He had been allowed to eat his midday meal with her and she had calmed down a little by then, admitting she was mostly angry with herself. However, at the end of the meal Malik entered and told Tom to return to his work, inviting Suzanna to join him in his day cabin.

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When next Tom saw her she was much more relaxed, though she would have preferred to eat her evening meal with Malik. Tom had been intending to listen to what was being discussed at dinner, but his mind kept wandering to what would happen between Suzanna and the captain and whether he would still keep her, or both of them, on board the Ocean Pearl. He was, therefore, caught unawares when the captain snapped at him. “Are you listening to me? Clear the table and then come back here,” Malik ordered. “Yes, Captain.” Tom quickly gathered up the plates and cutlery and hurried off to the galley to deposit them, returning immediately. After the required obedience, one of the first things he learned was that Malik did not like to be kept waiting. He approached the table to tidy away the glasses and wide-bottomed decanter and put everything in their special places on the suspended shelf, sensing Achmed’s eyes on him at all times. The first mate was probably trying to find fault, something he could use against him. “Leave that and come here,” Malik said harshly. Tom quickly obeyed, nervous of the atmosphere in the cabin. “You behaved very well today and Achmed tells me you are learning your lessons.” “I had no desire to be beaten again; I learned that lesson very quickly.” “Intelligent, too,” Malik commented as he got to his feet. “Too?” Tom had to ask. “As well as pleasing to the eye,” said Malik, reaching over to touch Tom, who jerked away, shocked. “What are...you...doing?” he stammered. “I did say you’d need to satisfy me,” Malik replied with a brittle smile. Tom flushed then and shuddered with revulsion. “No! What kind of man are you? You have already had my sister and now you want... God!”

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“Suzanna is very sweet, very special and while I like women, I also enjoy men on occasion,” he said, advancing on the youth. Achmed sat at the table still, simply watching. Backing away until he hit the cabin wall, Tom gulped before saying in a faint voice that rose in pitch as his panic took hold, “So you are going to rape me? Could not get your jollies with Suzy, or is it that she was too easy, so you will take me instead. What is it? Need to prove your manhood?” Malik snarled and backhanded Tom so hard he crashed to the floor. The captain stalked toward him and through the haze of pain Tom realized he was really, really afraid of this man. He had been lulled into thinking it was going to be all right. The door opened behind them and a gasp filled the air. Malik turned back apparently knowing who it was. “I told you I would send for you when I was ready,” he snapped. Apparently Achmed had seen enough; after all, it was his captain’s affair. Taking just enough time to throw a leer at Suzanna as he squeezed past her, he left the cabin. Ignoring the first mate, Suzanna looked from her lover to her brother. “I heard raised voices and I recognized Tom’s. What is going on?” she demanded. “Get out!” Malik ordered and Suzanna was shocked at his tone of voice. “He has had you, now it is my turn,” Tom gasped. “What?” she whispered as her face turned white. Suddenly Malik appeared to deflate. “Go back to your cabin, boy,” he said quietly. Tom got painfully to his feet and moved slowly across the cabin and as he neared Suzanna, she reached out to hold him but he flinched away. “Tom?” she asked, hurt by his action. “You find that attractive?” he asked, voice full of venom. **** Stung, Suzanna dropped her hand and let him pass. She looked over at Malik and could not understand what was happening. This was not the man she thought she had come to know only last night. He had seemed to really like her, to want to get to know her better, asking lots of questions about her life

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and her wants, as if there was some future for them and she had believed...this, this was...what a fool she had been! Tom was right; Malik only saw them as slaves. Shuddering, she turned to leave. “Stay.” A quiet command came. “Please,” the quiet plea followed. She stared at him and for a moment she thought she saw the man she had liked, wanted, the night before, but she shook off the image. “Are you asking me or are you telling your property?” she asked in a hard, bitter voice. “If you want, I’ll beg,” he responded in a tone of voice she had never heard him use before. She turned confused eyes on him. “Please, let me explain.” **** Robert had been explaining to David the usual procedure with the various types of prisoners, confirming that the women were usually taken straight to the harem in the palace, the most secure place with no possibility of escape. From there the Pasha chose the ones he wanted as his ‘percentage’ before those left were sold to go straight into someone else’s harem. The rich male prisoners were housed within the huge city jail, where they were instructed to write letters to their family to obtain the ransom demanded. They were kept in special quarters in good conditions, but near enough to the main part of the prison that it was a constant reminder to do all they could to press for their ransom payment. Robert and Aram had collected a list of names of the others who had no recourse to a ransom, and would therefore languish until sold into slavery and Robert had already passed it on to the Brothers, so they could start the wheels turning to help in any way they could. Aram had developed contacts at the various slave markets and word was out to inform him when Winstanley and his young companion, who they had since learned from David was called Marsden, were to be sold. “Yeah, I was pretty impressed with Winstanley and Marsden. Takes guts to choose slavery when they could have joined the fleet,” Robert commented. “Of course, it is not really much better when the sailors first get taken, they are still little

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more than slaves but they have a better future. Not sure it is something I could have done; I have seen too damn much growing up here in Tripoli. The only time I came that close to facing slavery, Aram and I risked death overboard rather than surrender to that.” Robert glanced up and saw David looking at him with eyes full of compassion and full of questions. It was something Robert was not ready to discuss yet so he swiftly changed the subject. “So, Aram, what did you find out about Winstanley?” Aram explained that only that morning Winstanley had been sold as a house servant to one of the wealthy merchants of the city. David was relieved when Robert told him he knew of this family and, as far as is possible regarding the ownership of slaves, they were reasonable. There was no news about Marsden yet. “I do not know how to ask you this, you have already done so much for me but I cannot...I do not think I can...” “You want to ask me if I can free Mr. Winstanley,” Robert interrupted with a sigh. “I wish to God I could free all the slaves ever taken in this damned country but I cannot afford to buy him, not now. And David, even my wealth would be a drop in the ocean against the cost of freeing even a small percentage of the slaves taken each year.” “I was not sure if you were rich, Robert. This house is fantastic and of course you bought me,” he said with a weak smile, “but I did not know for sure.” Robert smiled sheepishly. “My father created quite a little empire for himself out here and you could say I am comparatively wealthy.” He grinned, “Trouble was you were expensive,” at which David dropped his head embarrassed, “and until I can get more funds through from Alexandria I have nothing available.” “However, David, the purpose of tracking down Mr. Winstanley was to attempt a rescue. You seem to have an attachment to this man,” Aram commented. “I suppose I do. He was our ship’s first mate and he was always very kind, I appreciated his strength of character when the slavers attacked. We were the only ones with any real

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knowledge of the Ottomans and their view of slavery, though I realize now we only knew about the tip of the iceberg. I told him some of the things the slavers were saying and we decided to keep that to ourselves, it would have done the others no good to know.” “I knew it,” Robert suddenly said, “You speak the language.” “Well, yes, some. Enough to understand most of what was going on.” David stopped before going on, his voice low, “Too damned much sometime.” Robert heard the comment and guessed to what his guest referred, but he decided not to react to it. Instead he said, “We could try and take Winstanley from the house, but it would be a risk I have no wish to take just now. We have taken slaves after they have been sold and got them out of the country, but it is a difficult and dangerous manoeuvre.” He did not add that it would also be prudent to get David out at the same time but he did not want him to leave. He knew he would go sooner or later but Robert wanted it to be later, much later. “Whatever happens, I cannot leave Suzanna and Tom in that bastard’s hands!” David declared. “David, I cannot try and free every slave you know. I refuse to jeopardise my position here.” “Jeopardise your position? What the hell are you talking about? Do you mean keeping your business going so you can stay comparatively wealthy?” David’s voice was scathing. Aram took a step forward and David witnessed how threatening the man could appear. “No, David,” Robert replied wearily, “So I can keep the Brothers informed of slave movements, of ransom demands, of money transfers. So I can inform families hundreds or even thousands of miles away where a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a daughter might be, or even if they are still alive. My wealth is only a means to an end, David, not an end in itself.” David swallowed, a flush creeping up his neck. “Oh, I am so sorry, Robert. Can you forgive a fool who is just worried about his friends?”

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Silently, Robert admitted he could probably forgive the man anything. Aloud, he said, “Yes, of course. Believe me, I will do what I can, but you have to understand that there is more at stake here than you yet know.” “I understand,” David replied. They talked a little longer, Robert explaining that perhaps he would have to consider buying Winstanley’s freedom as he had David’s, but if that was the case then it would take time and he would need to be careful. No one must suspect Robert Charteris of buying slaves; his opinion on the matter was already too well known. It would only arouse the suspicions of the authorities and his work could be undermined. As for Suzanna and Tom Bateson, there was nothing that could be done for them until the Ocean Pearl arrived back in Tripoli, and even that depended on the captain returning them to the city. He could just as easily set them ashore for sale in another of the large cities along the Barbary Coast. Robert then had to leave the house for a prearranged meeting with the Brothers of the Saviour and he could not let them down. “You must not think of leaving the house, David,” Robert stated. With a slight grimace, David replied, “I have no intention of doing so.” **** David had already been shown to the room that was his for the duration of his stay so he told Robert he was tired, which was true, and that he would lie down for a time while he was out, which was not true. It was beautiful, large and airy with walls of a pale yellow and furniture of rich dark wood. It had double doors that led into a small enclosed garden with a fountain. Inside there was a sizeable bed and plenty of storage space for clothes, which as yet were empty since David had only whatever his host lent him. He was still ashamed at the mean conclusions he had jumped to during the discussions. He knew it was his anger reacting but it was hardly showing faith in the man who had saved him.

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While David was excited about Winstanley, he also knew there was a lot more to the enigma that was Robert Charteris than he had realized and he knew he needed to get to the bottom of it. He also accepted that Robert was not ready to talk about it and he wondered just how willing Aram might be to supply a little history lesson. **** Aram was much more receptive to the moods of others than was immediately obvious from his usual demeanour. He cultivated the air of indifference, of being aloof from the world around him. It was useful; people tended to dismiss him as little more than brawn. He had picked up on David Jordan’s interest during their afternoon discussions; the man was not only curious but confused. It was obvious to him that David was intuitive enough to notice that Robert did not want to talk about himself, so Aram planned to find a way to talk with David that did not invade too much of Robert’s privacy. After all, it would be up to Robert if he decided to tell their new friend of Robert’s personal background, would it not? Just before Robert left, as David retired to the room provided for his comfort, Aram settled himself comfortably in one of the armchairs in the living room, picked up an interesting book and waited for David to join him. That was something else he owed Charteris, his ability to read, a skill he would never have learned otherwise and one for which he was extremely grateful. He had not even gotten into the book when David appeared. He paced up and down, giving the impression of being restless, but Aram was not fooled. “Are you not able to rest?” he asked, taking the obvious opener. “No, my mind will not let me settle. There is just so much running round in there.” “Would it help to talk about any of it? Perhaps you have unanswered questions I can assist with?” “Yes, that might help. Thanks.” David sat down opposite Aram; apparently not realizing the easy opening the usually quiet man had given him. “There were a few things that Robert

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mentioned that if I knew a little more about then perhaps it would help me understand things around here.” “Yes?” “I do not want to...step on any toes, so I will understand if you do not wish to answer.” “If that is the case, then I shall not answer.” Smiling a little at the very precise response, David went on, “Very well. Robert made some...comments about his past that I think would help me to comprehend him better.” “And it is important for you to ...comprehend him?” David blushed. “Yes, it is. He mentioned growing up here in Tripoli. Were you with him then?” “No, Charteris was a youth of fifteen when we met. I had been a slave for over ten years and my master trusted me enough to deliver orders on my own. I was returning from a delivery when I came across an incident and at first, like many others, I merely watched.” He explained how a wealthy Turk had been viciously beating a young slave who was on the ground, curled up in a ball to protect himself, the welts from his beating opening up crusted scabs yet unhealed from previous assaults. Another youth, a white boy, attempted to intervene to stop the beating and the Turk had turned on him. The youth fought with the Turk and considering the difference in size and build, the boy was holding his own, until suddenly the Turk managed to break his hold, twisting and flipping the boy until he landed on the ground next to the poor slave. Yelling and screaming, the Turk turned his short whip on the white boy, bringing it down on his back time and again. Aram had been furious at what he saw. He admired the white lad’s bravery in trying to intercede and when he was caught unawares by a vicious swipe to his face, the boy had screamed. That scream had liberated something in Aram’s soul and with a bellow he leapt forward and attacked the Turk. After years of working in the forge he was unbelievably strong and it took four men to pull him off the brute. Aram had almost killed him.

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He was dragged off to prison. There was only one punishment for a slave who attacked a master. He would die, by slow torture. Aram accepted his fate. He would not regret that he had saved the youth’s life. His bravery deserved reward; pity the other boy would not be so lucky. He admitted he was afraid, not of death, his life as a slave meant he was merely existing. Nevertheless, he was afraid of the mode of his death. However, after a night languishing in the cells, the white boy, Robert, arrived with his father, a wealthy foreigner trading under the Pasha’s licence. In gratitude for saving his son, Mr. Charteris paid compensation to the Turk and bought Aram’s freedom from the blacksmith. Robert had asked his father to buy the slave boy as well, but it was too late. He had died from his injuries. Aram had assumed he belonged to the Charteris household, so it came as a shock when Robert told him that his family had no slaves, that they did not believe in such a barbarous thing and that Aram was free. So he was free. Free to do what? He was suddenly lost. He had spent over ten years as a slave and he no longer knew any other kind of life. Mr. Charteris understood what was going through his mind. “Aram?” he had said, trying to put the man at his ease. “I have need of someone to watch over my son.” Robert had looked up sharply at this and frowned. “He is wilful and headstrong and I cannot see him growing out of it any time soon.” Robert dipped his head at this because he knew his father was correct. “Robert, would you consider Mr. Aram here as a suitable companion on your jaunts to the most unsuitable parts of this den of iniquity, seeing as you disobey me constantly and keep going there anyway?” his father questioned. Aram halted his narrative and glanced over at the avidly listening David and, giving one of his rare smiles, the black man said, “Robert Charteris grinned at me and in that moment, I knew what I must do. His path and mine were meant to run parallel.” David returned the smile, grateful for Aram’s candid explanation; it also helped set the picture for David about the life

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Robert had led, so different from his own. David then asked about the comment that when they had almost been taken as slaves, they had both preferred choosing to risk death instead. Aram hesitated here for a moment, wondering how much to say. Then he decided that if Charteris might want to have a future with this young man, then David would need to know the truth about him. “I think perhaps it would help to tell you of the day our ship was attacked by pirates when Charteris was returning home from England at the end of his schooling. His close friend, Malik, travelled with us.” He explained about when he recognized the ship was doomed and fought his way through to Robert. “I would rather risk death than be taken as a slave again,” Aram had declared. Robert nodded agreement and shouted to Malik, who was across the deck, but he could not get to them and they could not reach him. Robert was determined to try, until Aram took the decision out of his hands. “I threw Robert over my shoulder and ran for the ship’s rail and leapt overboard, Robert screaming at me and beating at my back with his fists the whole time.” It had been a terrible risk. The odds were they would drown but Aram hoped they would find some wreckage from the battle, and that it would be too much trouble for the pirates to come after them if they were seen. “I had to resort to knocking Robert senseless lest his yells drew the attention of the pirates,” Aram admitted. Their luck had held. Aram got them on a piece of wreckage large enough to hold them both and the following day they had been picked up. Robert had been furious at Aram for quite some time, saying he should never have left Malik behind; he should never have taken Robert off the ship like that. Aram had said nothing, simply sitting or standing stoically while Robert berated him. “Eventually, Robert calmed down enough to understand I had to do what I thought was right. Robert’s safety was my responsibility. I would have saved Malik if I could but Robert was my priority.” Aram stared off into the distance for a

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moment. “Robert never saw Malik again, though after fifteen years he still looks for him. Eventually, Robert forgave me.” “It seems that Robert was very close to this young man?” David asked tentatively. “Theirs was a fairly new relationship and it hit him hard,” Aram replied carefully. “Relationship?” Aram looked carefully at David trying to gauge his reaction to what he knew David was surmising and was pleased to see curiosity, not condemnation, in his expressive eyes. “They were in love and it broke his heart.” **** “Please, Suzanna, hear me out and don’t interrupt,” Malik said with a touch of desperation. “You will not like what I have to say but it is true, this has been my life. Ask your questions when I have finished, please.” She frowned but nodded, taking a seat by the small table. Malik leaned against the wall beside the door but he did not look at her. Slowly he began to speak. “I was only just twenty and I was travelling back from England where my father had sent me to finish my education; my father was English, my mother Tripolitan. I had a travelling companion, a young man I’d met and befriended in a country far from home and yet we’d both grown up in Tripoli. He had...a protector, I suppose you would call him. Not exactly an equal but not a servant either, I never did quite understand their relationship.” He realized he was rambling a little and dragged himself back to the subject at hand. “When the pirates attacked our ship, we did our best to stay together and we fought back, but somehow I got separated from them and I was forced to watch in an agony of despair as the most important person in my life left me to the mercy of pirates and slavers. “At first I felt so betrayed; I believed he loved me, he had to. I loved him so much.” A gasp from Suzanna pulled his attention back from that ship’s deck so many years earlier, and he glanced over at her for the first time since he began to recite his story. She had her fist up to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Whatever she

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expected to hear from Malik, it was not that he had been in love with a man. He began to talk again, this time explaining how the captain, whose name he later learned was Shuaib, grabbed him by the hair and hauled him from the deck to his captor’s cabin. He said he admired Malik’s spirit and bravery, but now it was time to curb such inclinations and for him to learn his place. The captain yelled out and two of his crew came in. They took hold of Malik; he could still remember the iron grip of their hands as they stripped off his shirt and tied his hands in front of him, lifting the rope tying his hands together and hooking it to the back of the captain’s door. They left and never looked back at him. The captain walked over and told Malik he was going to get his first lesson, then the man removed his belt and he began to strike Malik’s naked back with it. “I actually felt grateful that he only struck me a few times and when he finished I sagged against the door in relief, so it was a complete shock when I felt his hands yanking down my britches. My first thought was that he was going to continue the beating. I came to wish he had.” Instead Malik felt hands caressing his buttocks and he was horrified as he felt the captain’s fat fingers massaging the muscle around his anus. He struggled but the captain held him firmly in place as he caressed him. Then he let go and moved away but Malik was under no illusions that it was over and he was proved correct as the captain returned. Malik struggled to look over his shoulder at what his captor was doing and saw he was pouring some oil over his hands. Then the captain began massaging his buttocks again, paying special attention to the puckered rim, then Malik gasped as a finger was inserted. “This is lesson number two, now don’t struggle too much, boy, it’ll only make it more difficult for you. Relax, you might even enjoy it,” he laughed roughly, shoving a second finger inside and twisting it around. Malik was grateful with a kind of sick relief that at least the brute had used something for lubrication, as the two fingers became three and he was worked thoroughly to loosen him. Then the fingers were removed and without any warning a huge cock was rammed inside him and he shook and gasped at the

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sudden intrusion as Shuaib muttered to himself over and over, “Good, oh good, that’s it. Yes, so good.” Unbidden, Malik was assailed with the memory of the night two days earlier, when he had taught Robert how to penetrate him for the first time, and he keenly felt the loss of his love. He was very grateful then that Robert was not being forced to go through this. At least he was a little more experienced with male sex, not that his limited experience could ever have prepared him for the next few weeks. After the first rape the captain untied him and dragged him over to his bunk where he tied him to the bed and then left him. He was gone for a couple of hours and Malik heard a lot of shouting and a woman screaming. Later he learned they had been sorting out the slaves before heading into port. When the captain returned he told Malik he was not being sold, he was being kept on board. He liked beautiful young men, especially once they were broken to his wishes. With his heart pounding in his chest, Malik knew precisely the kind of wishes this man harboured. The captain proceeded to show the hapless young man another of his desires when he forced Malik to take his cock into his mouth and suck him off. He made it quite clear to Malik that he would suffer if the captain so much as felt a single tooth graze him. “Now you’re going to learn your lessons well, my fine young man. You’re going to do exactly what I say when I say it and never question my wishes. Understand?” Malik refused to answer, burying his face in the rough pillow. He expected a beating for it but he would not simply acquiesce. The captain just laughed. “Oh, but you will, you will.” Malik felt the man’s hands on his back and shuddered. The next morning they put into port and unloaded the slaves that were to be sold. The captain told him when they set sail he would have to earn his keep; the man gave him a particularly lecherous leer and Malik was under no illusion that while he would be expected to perform other duties as well, his first duty would be to service Shuaib. The captain told him he was to go up on deck and learn how to be a sailor.

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“If you don’t work, you don’t eat. That’s lesson number three,” the captain said. The next few months were hell on earth. He was worked hard by the first mate who regularly hit him with a rope’s end every time he made a mistake, which was frequently at first since he had no idea how to be a sailor. He learned quickly. With no regular pattern, he would get a summons to the captain’s cabin where frequently he was forced to submit to his captor’s sexual demands of one kind or another; sometimes the man would be very rough and it was little more than brutal rape, sometimes he would be gentler, speaking to Malik as though he was his willing partner. Malik had long learned just to grit his teeth and bear whatever the man demanded; trying to resist only resulted in a beating before the man took his pleasure anyway. Other times the captain would simply want Malik to run an errand for him, or to serve his food, or clean up his cabin. However, he always had to return there every night but again it was confusing. Even though most nights Captain Shuaib demanded sex, occasionally Malik would be allowed to sleep in peace. He was grateful that the captain was not of a mind to share, that had been his abiding fear in the first few weeks, that Shuaib would tire of him and pass him to the crew. Apparently, he was considered to be part of the captain’s share and belonged to no one but him. His disposition was solely the captain’s prerogative. During this torture, his love for Robert was destroyed and replaced by a bitterness and twisted jealousy at Robert’s good fortune at escaping, even if it had only been to a watery death. Though, in the early hours when his fury gave way to despair, he knew he was being unjust. He had seen Robert forcibly taken away by his protector, and Malik recognized that Aram had known he could not possibly reach Malik and that to stay would only have doomed them all. At those times, Malik could only wish that Robert was somewhere safe and that he had kind thoughts for his lost love. One night the captain was angry. Malik never knew why but he took him so brutally that he could hardly walk the next morning and that day was pure torture for him. The first mate

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did not let up on him because of his pain; he seemed to enjoy making him suffer all the more, giving him even more arduous duties to perform. He was so low in spirits he considered throwing himself overboard but in the end his stubbornness won out; he would not let the bastards know they had defeated him. But still, eventually he learned all his lessons. What he learned was that anyone could be terrorised into obedience. He learned the lesson well. He was distracted from his memories by the sound of soft sobbing. He had almost forgotten that Suzanna was listening to this. “I learned the hard way that the only chance I had was to become as brutal as they were. It took me a long time but I learned to be a good sailor and a good slaver. By then the captain had found a new toy to play with and I suffered no more rapes. I learned how to cultivate the trust of the crew and gradually I earned my freedom. The only life I knew by then, the only life I could have, was this one. So I embraced it wholeheartedly, so well that I eventually became the captain of the Ocean Pearl. I use every weapon I have to keep my ship safe and my crew at my command. Sex is just another weapon. It is power, it is control.” “Did you ever see or hear of this Robert again?” she asked softly, ignoring his cruel words. “No, but then I never asked. The ship I originally belonged to, the Agha Din, rarely sailed to Tripoli, preferring to sell its cargo in Bougie. It was almost four years before I saw Tripoli again and by then it was as foreign to me as the life I used to lead.” “Did you still have feelings for him though?” she persisted, stronger now. He laughed, a cruel sound. “Feelings? I’d forgotten I ever had such things.” “So you still use sex as a tool to control, but with me you did not have to. You had no need to rape me; I just fell willingly into your arms,” she said, bitter now with self-recrimination. “You must have been laughing at the stupid, naïve woman. I see now Tom was right; if I had not come in then you would have

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raped him, would you not? You really did learn that lesson well.” **** Even though David had guessed about Robert’s sexuality, to have it actually confirmed by Aram was a shock. Robert was a sodomite. He said the word to himself but did not really know how he felt about that. Instinctively, he considered the question from an anthropological point of view; in Western society such behaviour was unacceptable though he believed it was less rigid in the East, but then he had studied a variety of societies where such liaisons were honourable. He could think of a couple where it was acceptable within the warrior brotherhood. He believed Aram’s own people had such rituals, perhaps explaining Aram’s acceptance of the situation with equanimity. One question occurred. “How long ago was this exactly?” David asked. “Charteris was nineteen.” Nineteen? Good lord, that must be at least fifteen years ago. “You are not telling me he is still in mourning, if that is the correct word seeing as you do not know if this man is alive or dead?” “In a way, yes. I believe it is a sickness of his soul for failing one he believes he ought to have protected.” “Or stayed behind with,” David said softly. Guilt, David realized. Robert could not accept that he escaped while his friend, his lover, suffered God knows what fate. He could not help but wonder if that was what drew Robert to him. Was he just a substitute? That would make sense, he guessed, what else would Charteris see in him? Aram did not answer the softly voiced remark but regarded David thoughtfully. “You do not think less of Charteris knowing this?” David looked confused and realized that he really was surprised the man felt he had to ask, which answered the question he himself had not thought to ask. “No,” he said, not elaborating on his simple answer and Aram smiled. ****

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Robert moved silently back from the door, relief singing through him. He had come back earlier than expected, and when he heard the quiet voices he moved toward the living room. He could never explain why he had decided to keep silent as he approached the entrance but he was grateful that he had. It had been hard listening to Aram describe the most terrible day of his life. Robert had foreseen such a wonderful future with Malik that the curtailing of their relationship, just as it had begun, had torn the heart from his breast. For many years, Aram had tried to tell him to let go but how could he let go of someone he loved, someone he failed to save while he had escaped to freedom and Malik had not. It had taken a long time for him to try and get on with his life and he had never allowed himself to feel that deeply again. He was always looking for the man who held his heart in his keeping. It was his desperate search for Malik that had eventually started him on his course of doing whatever he could to help free the slaves. When a year or so later his father had died leaving his business to his son, Robert knew how he would use that wealth. But now, however the conversation had started, Robert could not regret what he had heard, believing at last that perhaps there was another chance at happiness for him. The last few comments were enough for him to know that David did understand about his proclivities and that he did not condemn him for them. He would always be grateful to Aram for asking the question he did not have the nerve to voice for himself.

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Chapter Five “Yes, I did learn the lessons too well but what choice did I have?” Malik asked desperately, shocked at the conclusion Suzanna had drawn but he supposed he had given her no alternative. “My life had been churned up and spit back out at me. It was live their way or die. I suppose in one way I did die, the man I had been certainly no longer existed. Even though it was hell, I was a stubborn bastard and I chose life. I became— what did your oh-so-smart brother say—like the master who enslaved and mistreated me. Yes, I did, it was the only way to beat him, do you understand?” He reached out a hand to her, entreating. She ignored the gesture. Dropping the hand again, he sighed, “But...I don’t know how to convince you of this. I do have feelings for you and I suppose it scared me; it came so suddenly I was overwhelmed. I’d forgotten what it was like, caring about someone. I couldn’t be that person again. So I pushed you away. You were only a possession, to do with as I wanted and what better way to show you than...than to take your own brother.” “So you admit you would have raped him?” she asked angrily. “To be honest? I don’t know if I would have gone through with it. I think Achmed being there pushed me toward it, too...and no, I’m not making him an excuse, the responsibility for this is all mine. You probably will not believe this either, but I like Tom.” She raised an eyebrow and frowned. “You like Tom?” “No, no I didn’t mean like that,” he said quickly. “I admire his nerve. Reminds me of the way I was all those years ago.” “You can admire his nerve all you like. Do not do to him what was done to you. Keep your hands off him!” she snapped.

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He still thought he was right about her and interpreting her anger as selfish, he moved a little closer. “Is that the sister speaking or the jealous woman?” “Both!” she said standing her ground. “Stop!” she declared, holding her hands in front of her like a barrier as he stepped closer. He stopped his advance and looked at her quizzically. “Am I your slave?” she asked softly but before he could answer she continued, “Or am I your equal? Your partner.” His mouth dropped open, “Partner?” “I know it is wrong to feel the way I do for you. You are a pirate, a slaver and a murderer, but God forgive me, I do care. What do you really want from me? If all you want is just another slave to take your pleasure from...” “No! Do you really think I would bear my soul to a slave the way I have to you? Tell you of my sordid past if you weren’t important to me? I know this is too soon, you have no reason to believe me, especially after what you saw just a while ago but I changed once, I can do it again.” “What are you saying?” she laughed. “You are going to stop being a pirate? I do not think so. Even if I believe that you have...feelings for me, I do not believe you will change your life for me. It may have started in brutality but I think that now you...enjoy it. It is exhilarating is it not? All that power over others?” “You really like that, don’t you?” He threw the jibe back in her face. By now they were standing very close, staring into each other’s eyes, chests rising as emotion heightened their breathing. Suzanna reached up and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear, and he caught her hand and slowly drew it to his mouth where he blew a kiss across her palm. She leaned in against him as he drew each finger into his mouth before lifting her into his embrace and kissing her until she was fighting to breathe. He released her and licked along her lips before planting kisses along her jawbone and down her neck. He felt her hand caressing his back moving slowly downwards, drawing circles about his waist and down his flank. Unexpectedly, he felt something sharp dig into his side.

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“Do not move, or I may have an accident,” she said huskily. “I didn’t see that coming,” he replied calmly, doing as she said. “I thought we had reached an understanding, Suzanna.” “Oh, we have, my love. I have just one condition and it is not negotiable. I choose to be with you. My brother does not. You lay one more finger on him and I will kill you.” Risking the knife that she had swiped from his belt digging a little deeper into his side, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “As you wish; you have my permission to kill me if I ever lay another finger on Tom,” he said. She dropped the knife and pulled him in close, kissing him with abandon, then dropping her head onto his shoulder when they eventually pulled apart. He stroked her hair before saying, “Now we are agreed on that, if you ever pull a knife on me again...” **** Robert waited patiently in his bedroom for a few minutes, giving David and Aram time to finish their discussion before entering the room pretending he had just arrived home. He was disappointed to find that David was no longer there. He nodded at Aram. “David has retired to rest as he earlier promised he would,” Aram said with a wry smile. “I should have known you would have heard me. I have never yet been able to fool you, have I?” Robert asked ruefully. He walked over to a side table to pour himself a drink. “Damn!” he suddenly exclaimed. “You wish to know what was said before you came back?” Aram wondered. “Yes, but I am not going to ask. I heard enough to know that at least he does not despise me. Anything beyond that is up to him.” “I am pleased. I would not have told you in any case. I believe he wanted to be able to understand you so that he could begin to understand himself. If he wishes to speak to you then he will do so.” “Fine.” It was not what he really wanted but he knew Aram was right. He could not force this. Even if David accepted Robert’s sexuality that did not mean that he would share the

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same preference; the odds were against that anyway. Then again, his recent experiences would hardly have enamoured him to the concept of sexual relationships with another man. It was more than likely Robert was projecting his own desires onto his vision of David. The best he could hope for was that David would consider him a friend, if anything else grew from that he could only be extremely thankful. “Let us get back to the business at hand,” Charteris said decisively. “I came back sooner because I learned something while visiting with the Brothers. Winstanley is going to be moved soon. The family that owns him is sending the new servants they have purchased recently to their other home in Algiers. The Brothers have agreed to lend me enough cash to buy Winstanley, providing of course we could persuade them to let him go.” “We must pander to their greed.” “Pardon?” “Pay more for Winstanley than they did.” “Ah.” “What is that about Winstanley?” David asked, entering the room, running his hand through his long hair as he did so. Robert fingers itched to do that himself and to compare its texture to the slightly darker hair peppering David’s groin. His cock twitched at the notion and he ruthlessly squashed his traitorous urges. “I thought you were resting?” Robert asked. “My mind’s too busy. Anyway, I wanted to be with people, with friends.” He dipped his head in embarrassment. “I am sorry, I just...the silence is deafening.” “I know what you mean. Lie here,” Robert said, indicating a sofa, “put your feet up and rest. We can discuss how to retrieve your Mr. Winstanley.” “I thought I overheard you saying you were going to borrow the money to buy him back.” “It does seem the best option, but we can hardly just go and knock on the door and say, oh by the way, you have a friend of ours we would like to buy.” “Ah, of course not.”

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There were a few minutes of awkward silence as each of them tried to think of a scenario, Robert pacing up and down behind the sofa. “What about the Janissary character you pretended to be? What if he requested the slave for some political reason and compensated the owners. Would that work?” David asked. Robert grinned, “You are a genius, David Jordan,” he said leaning over and dropping a kiss on David’s forehead. They both froze at the contact and then Robert jerked back, horrified at what he had thoughtlessly done. “Oh, God, I am...sorry. I did not...mean that,” he stammered, wondering what the hell he had been thinking. Thinking? He had not been thinking at all, he had been letting his cock do his thinking! Stupid, stupid fool. “I understand,” David said softly. Trouble was he did not: understand his own reaction that is. As Robert’s warm lips had brushed his skin, he had felt a shiver skitter down his spine and when Robert had pulled back suddenly, all David had wanted was for the sensation to go on. Aram had watched the interaction with interest and thought the kindest thing he could do was draw their attention away from the awkwardness. “I believe your suggestion has merit. The Arouj family would bow to the wishes of a Janissary, especially if they were compensated for their trouble.” “Yes,” Robert agreed with Aram, his voice a little hoarse. “We will go first thing in the morning.” “Could I accompany you?” David asked and when he saw Robert’s frown and knew he was about to refuse, he quickly added. “It would be easier for Winstanley, and I could wear a disguise too, could I not? I would be perfectly safe with you two. In fact, I would rather be with you than here on my own. Please?” “There is no reason to fear for his safety in our company, Charteris,” Aram said before Charteris could refuse, which he correctly guessed was his friend’s intention. “Very well, outvoted again,” Robert said snidely. ****

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The following morning they left for the Arouj family house, Robert in his Janissary finery with Aram and David as his two retainers. All three had their hoods up and veils fastened. When the outer door was opened to them they were welcomed inside effusively and shown to the best room in the house. The patriarch of the family swiftly came to greet them, being too polite to openly ask why a Janissary, a respected retainer for the Pasha, would visit him. As he clapped his hands a servant came running with a tray of refreshments and only after they had all partaken did the conversation begin. Robert began to explain the purpose of his visit. The story they had finally decided on was that one of the new slaves the family had recently purchased had not merely been a sailor captured with his ship, but had been a spy seeking information for his government and now the Pasha wished to question him. Robert asked that the slaves be brought out for his inspection, as he would recognize the man on sight. David was impressed with Robert’s mastery of the language. Aram had told him that Charteris could speak it fluently, both the gutter version used on the streets and the language of the Sultan’s court. However, David found it exciting to actually hear him use it with such tact and grace. This man had depths unending and all of a sudden he realized he wanted to dive in and explore. He had been a little disconcerted the previous afternoon when Robert had inadvertently kissed him, both by Robert’s action and his own unexpected reaction. He had spent a restless night trying to sort out his confusion. He had finally drifted off to sleep, no less confused but clearer in his mind as to his course of action. He had decided to allow matters to take their own course. The more time he spent in Robert’s company, the more David liked him and the more relaxed he felt about the man’s sexual leanings. It was obvious that Robert was interested in him, but it also seemed obvious that he would not put his own interests above David’s and that he would do nothing about his desires unless encouraged. It was clear that Robert was well aware of David’s innocence in such matters and was allowing him to become comfortable in his presence. Perhaps he too had decided to allow

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what would happen to happen. Robert’s own confused embarrassment over his faux pas the previous afternoon was testament to that, David thought. He also thought it was endearing. He smiled to himself at that. Did he actually use that word in relation to Robert Charteris? He may be many things but David did not think endearing was one of them and he was not really sure he could put what he did think about the man into words. David had never had such feelings about a man before. He had admired Robert’s appearance from the first time he had seen him, but he had simply put that down to aesthetics. Yet each day now he felt closer to the man, admiring not just his looks but also his character. Then, when Robert had kissed him so fleetingly yesterday, David had felt a stirring, both of the body and of the mind. Now he wanted to experience it again but he was not sure what to do. His attention was dragged back to the here and now when their host rose and summoned a servant, hastily giving instructions for the new slaves to be gathered in the atrium. Aram approached Robert and, with a bow, he handed a small leather bag to him and Robert then offered it to their host. The man politely declined the payment, saying he offered the slave to Pasha Karamandli as a gift. Robert once more offered payment and when the man refused for a second time, Robert bowed to the man, expressing his thanks on behalf of the Pasha and returned the bag to Aram. Robert followed their host to the atrium where four men were being led in, David standing just behind his left shoulder, playing his role exactly as instructed. However, as soon as he caught sight of Winstanley he stepped forward. Swiftly Robert stepped to his left to block David’s hasty movement. David had not realized he had moved until Robert stepped into his path and he was dismayed that he was so thoughtless. He dipped his head and dropped back. Sensing Robert’s eyes on him, David looked up, half expecting that Robert would be disappointed in him but he was unprepared for the look in Robert’s eyes. He had to suppress a gasp at the depth of the emotion blazing from those wonderfully warm brown eyes. His mouth went dry and he licked his lips, and as he did so he

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suddenly wondered what it would feel like if it were Robert’s lips caressing his mouth and a delicious warm feeling invaded his body. **** Robert watched as David raised his head and saw his eyes widen and he wondered what the other man perceived when David looked at him. Then David’s eyes narrowed before flickering down and then back up again to hold his gaze. Robert found himself growing warm, his heart was beating so hard against his ribs he felt that David must have heard it and he had to swiftly turn around or he would have ripped the veil from David’s face and kissed him. Forcing himself to concentrate on the purpose of their visit, Robert moved forward and began to inspect the short line of slaves until he came to Winstanley. His eyes were down as befitted a slave but from what Robert could see of him, the man was in reasonably good condition. He did have noticeable bruising to one cheek but it did not look fresh. He wore the clothing of a house slave, a loose fitting tunic over three-quarter length narrow pants. Robert pointed to Winstanley for the benefit of their host and then, as previously arranged, Aram and David moved forward and took one arm each, leading the man from the line of slaves. Not surprisingly, Winstanley resisted at first, having no idea what was going on, before realizing his fate was no longer in his own hands. He relaxed and walked quietly with his new captors. With a last nod at his host, Robert moved swiftly ahead of them in the direction of the main entrance, which was opened to allow their exit. They hurried back to Robert’s house and, as soon as the door to the atrium was closed, David let go of Winstanley and pulling away his veil, shucked off his hood. Winstanley kept his eyes down; presumably that had been a painful lesson he had learned in the prison. “Mr. Winstanley,” David said excitedly. Winstanley’s head shot up so quickly he would probably have a stiff neck for days. “David?” he gasped, looking around in shock. His eyes fell on the young man, his gaze raking up and

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down the strange garb his young friend wore. He then glanced at the other two men, also wearing the finery of the Ottomans. “David, what is this?” asked Winstanley, puzzled. “It is all right, Mr. Winstanley, you are safe now,” David replied. “This,” he said indicating first one then the other, “is Robert Charteris and his friend Aram. They rescued me and I asked if they could help you.” Winstanley was still shocked, which was hardly surprising. The two men removed their veils and hoods before the one identified as Charteris suggested they sit down and explain everything. One of the house servants appeared and Charteris asked if he would bring some tea. Winstanley watched the servant leave and then glanced at Charteris, a question in his eyes. “No, Mr. Winstanley, there are no slaves in this house.” Charteris answered the unspoken question. “I’m sorry, Mr. Charteris, but after spending a few days in that prison and then being sold, it rather taints one’s view.” “I understand, and please call me Robert.” For the first time, Winstanley smiled. “I would be honoured. My name is Charles.” Turning to David he added quietly. “You’re really all right, David?” David blushed, obviously knowing to what Winstanley referred and quickly confirmed that he was. “Thank God,” Winstanley said with feeling. “Yes, all thanks to Robert and Aram. If it had not been for them...” David gave a shudder, and Charles was, not surprisingly, curious as to what unpleasant memories he had brought up for his young friend. David quickly explained how Robert and Aram had been on board the ship in disguise and, knowing what David was facing in the particular kind of slave market he was heading for, they had done the only thing they could and bought his freedom. “I might not have known young David here for very long but I consider him a friend, and I can only say how very grateful I am for your intercession,” Charles said sincerely. They went on to discuss the work Robert and Aram did, Robert regretting that it was not enough but it was all they were capable of. Winstanley had heard of the work of the Brothers

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and was more than happy to offer his assistance in any way they needed. Charles would be eternally grateful to David Jordan, for he knew without his kind intervention he would still be a slave in the Arouj household. He did not doubt that Robert Charteris would have attempted to free him if he had the opportunity but, from what Aram said, Robert had never bought a slave before David—and in consequence, Charles. He also understood from David that Robert had also set up a charity to collect funds, which were channelled through the Brothers and used to buy the freedom of those who had no way of raising a ransom otherwise. Unfortunately, there were never enough funds to free most of the captives. The Brothers’ priority was to try and buy the release of the slaves with dependent families. Persons such as he and David, who had no dependents, would be low on the list of priorities. It was not a pleasant thought but Charles recognized the practicality of it, as often without a man’s support his family would face terrible hardship. With that thought in mind, Charles asked for permission to visit the Brothers to seek news of the young sailor, Richard Marsden, who had been taken to the prison in Tripoli with him. Richard had a wife and an eighteen-month-old son back in England and surely he would be one of those who might receive assistance. Robert arranged for a disguise for him and, accompanied by Aram for security, he visited the Brothers. Unfortunately, the news they brought back was not good. A day after Charles had been sold Richard had been purchased by one of the estates just outside the city as a field worker. Though when Charles requested information, the Brothers confirmed they were already making enquiries on Marsden’s behalf; he was on their list, since they knew he had a family at home waiting for him. **** Aram was not much of a conversationalist, but David had quickly learned that what he did have to say was always straight to the point and usually worth listening to. When they had ventured out a couple of hours earlier with Robert’s blessing, in fact at his insistence that David should learn more about his surroundings, Aram had told him if he wished to talk he would

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be happy to listen. At first David just nodded but had not really felt like talking. Obviously Aram knew him better than he knew himself. Before he even knew it he was talking, first about himself, giving Aram more detail than he had even told Robert. Once the floodgates opened it seemed he could not stop. He began to tell Aram about his fascination with Robert and that he had never felt so drawn to another person and never so quickly. He was usually shy and it took him a while to make friends. On board the ship it had been Tom who had latched onto him and then brought Suzanna and him together, too. He doubted he would have become friends with them otherwise. Yet with Robert it was almost as though he had always known him. Aram simply let him talk, just nodding occasionally and it was only when he finally stopped talking that David realized he had rationalised his own emotions. He stopped walking and stared at Aram, who turned back to gaze at him. “You knew!” Aram gave one of his rare smiles. “So did you.” David could not deny that he was correct. He was well and truly smitten, with a man. With a wonderful man whom David had come to believe cared for him, too. “Yes,” he grinned, “I did. Thank you, Aram.” “I did nothing but provide a sounding board. I have noted that sometimes looking at a mirror can show more than just a reflection.” “You know, Aram, you are a very wise man.” “All I do is look and listen.” “And you do not confuse the silence with noise.” **** As arranged, two days later Charles returned from the meeting with the Brothers hoping for news of Marsden. He was troubled when he was told that the man was no longer the property of the estate he had originally been sold to. However, the steward of the estate had no record of his present location. Richard Marsden had disappeared. “I can hardly believe this. How can anyone lose a slave?” Charles queried.

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“It happens sometimes, especially on the large estates where there were so many slaves the odd one would not be missed. An unscrupulous steward or slave master could make a little extra on the side by selling an occasional slave,” Robert explained. The Brothers promised that they would not give up trying to find him but it could take some time. They did not add the obvious comment—if they could find him at all. “This only makes me feel worse,” David commented. “I am free and safe and we do not even know what has happened to Marsden. And what about the Batesons,” he added. “Robert, there must be something that could be done to help Suzanna and Tom. I cannot...I feel responsible for them. They were left on board and...” his voice faded. “That might be admirable, David but it’s not practical,” Charles remarked. “You only met them on board and while I know from experience that friendships can be tempered or destroyed by hardship, you can’t be held responsible for the fate of others.” “I know logically that is true, Charles, but in my heart I cannot help but feel I failed them somehow.” “No, you did not, David,” Robert said softly. “It was as much their fate to be captured as it was yours. There was nothing else you could have done. You did not walk away and abandon them; you were taken away. Do you blame anyone else for what happened to you?” he asked with a gentle smile, having learned already that this compassionate man would always take the problems of others onto his shoulders and Robert so wanted to lighten the load for him. Dipping his head a little and looking at Robert through his eyelashes, David returned the smile. “No, I suppose not, but it is so hard to think of them still in that slaver’s hands. You saw how he was with me; God knows what poor Tom might be going through.” Robert struggled to keep his mind on the conversation. David had no idea what that look did to him. “I do not think Tom is the one to worry about. Last thing I saw, the captain was more interested in the young lady,” Robert said. “She seemed

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most determined to protect her young brother no matter the cost to her. She is a very strong-willed woman I would say.” “Oh yes,” David grinned. “I have rarely met a more opinionated young lady than Suzanna Bateson. She was rather refreshing after some of the young women I have met.” That throwaway line was like a kick in the stomach for Robert, who could not help assuming that someone as handsome as David Jordan could have had any woman he wanted and probably had. “To be perfectly candid,” David continued, “it is more Tom I am worried about. He is so young and rather idealistic. Even the idea of his sister offering herself to a man to protect him is going to be very hard for him to accept. He could just as well end up offering exactly the same proposition to protect her! There has got to be something we can do for them.” “David, what do you expect us to do? Get a ship and go after them?” Robert asked exasperated. “No, of course not!” David snapped. Then he sighed and tipped his head back looking up at the ceiling. “I am sorry; I know I am talking rubbish. I am just so worried.” He lowered his head and looked directly at Robert. “I know I am expecting miracles that even you cannot provide,” he said softly. Robert was touched by that little speech. David was telling him just how much faith he had in his abilities and, in that moment, he wished more than anything that he could give David that miracle. **** David just could not sleep. He was not accustomed to this climate, or the odd sounds that permeated the city at all hours. He wrapped a sheet around him and wandered out into the garden outside his room. Even though logically David knew it could simply be the room Robert always used for his guests, his heart beat faster when he noticed that Robert had given him the room next door to his own. One thing he loved was the clear bright skies where the stars appeared much nearer and the moon hung so low it gave the impression he could just reach out and touch it. As he stood contemplating how very tiny he was in the scheme of things, David heard yet another sound but this was so

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close and it seemed to be continuing. He frowned, trying to place it and it came again, almost a moan, yet not quite. He thought he could detect a word, the Arabic word for ‘more’. As he mulled that over the sound came again, long drawn out as the words were moaned again, and it came from the garden door to Robert’s room behind him. Unable to stop himself, David edged near the open door, standing just to one side where he could see but not be seen. He felt guilty at spying on his host, but he had to know who Robert was with. Did he have one of the female servants in his room...no, wait, it was not women he liked, was it? Ignoring his unease at what he was doing, he peered in and even though he half-expected it, it still proved a distinct shock. A very naked Robert was indeed not alone, he was with a young male and he was moving languorously over him, their slick skin sliding over each other. The young man, who had served David his tea that very afternoon, was gripping Robert’s back and moaning continuously, begging Robert for more, over and over, as Robert pounded into him. It was one thing to know that Robert liked being with men, another thing entirely to actually see it. A feeling David could not name slammed into him and he gripped his suddenly rebellious stomach and stumbled back to his own room. Leaning against his own now closed garden door, David took a few deep breaths to calm his swiftly beating heart. The image of Robert, naked and writhing against the young Arab, and of the man’s hands gripping Robert’s strong back tightly, was seared onto his inner eyelids. David was surprised to note he was aroused, as much affected by the eroticism of what he had just witnessed as shocked by it. But, as he calmed himself enough to be able to seriously consider what he had seen, he recognized the emotion flowing through him was not shock at all, it was lust with a healthy dose of jealousy. David’s imagination placed himself on Robert’s bed and wondered what it would feel like to have Robert sliding over him, what sensations would bombard him if he felt Robert’s hands gliding over his skin...oh God, what was he thinking? Robert had been with someone else.

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The truth of that hit him hard. Robert had another man in his bed and only recently he had made overtures to David and for a second he was angry. Until he realized that Robert had not intended to tell him; David had dragged the confession out of him. He shook his head. What was he thinking anyway? Robert was all man; he had his needs just like any other man so why the hell had he assumed he would be celibate? The images slid through his mind again and he felt very hot. He threw open his garden door again and breathed in the cool night air. David moved back to his bed trying to finally get some sleep but the images kept playing through his mind and before long the young Arab was no longer in the picture, it was David who Robert caressed, David who he kissed as he slowly moved against him.

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Chapter Six Six weeks later Tom worked hard on board the Ocean Pearl, finding it better as time passed to be on deck learning how to be a sailor than be below decks seeing or hearing what went on between Malik and his sister. His sister. He wondered now if he had ever truly known her. The Suzanna on board this ship who cavorted with their captor was not the sister he had grown up with. She had managed to save him from the lewd overtures of their subjugator, but he was unsure now if it had been purely for his benefit. After all, she was still spending time with him and Tom really was not that naïve, he knew damned well what they were doing when the captain was not working. Suzanna had said herself that she was not the perfect sister and he had never really thought she was. He knew she had ideas which their father thought were outrageous, and he knew that was one of the reasons he refused to allow them to stay on their own after their mother had died, insisting they go to live with their uncle. Tom actually agreed with some of her ideas, knowing very well that women were not the helpless, hopeless creatures that society forced them to be. However, he had no idea that Suzanna was so beyond the pale of modern society. She would have him believe that she had given herself to the captain to keep them out of the slave market, yet surely they were no less than slaves now? At least he certainly was, and a mistreated one at that. Yet again, in his mind’s eye he saw the image of David Jordan being molested by Malik. That was a vision he was not able to forget, not by day or by night and he knew, if he was honest, that the captain could have allowed him to be treated in a more brutal fashion by the first mate if he so wished. He might use Suzanna for his own baser instincts but

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Tom suspected the captain was the only reason he was not raped by Achmed. As far as his work was concerned though, his treatment by Achmed had not changed; the first mate was fast to slap him when Tom was too slow to react and he hit him with a rope’s end if he dared to question orders or attempted to answer back. Suzanna did not see that of course, she rarely left the cabin and a hand was never laid to him when she was around. Reluctantly Tom had to admit that she did provide a form of protection for him and he guessed he should be grateful to his sister for her influence over the captain. Trouble was his gratitude was limited; he wanted out of slavery and off this ship. She seemed to want to stay. Looking at the situation with new eyes, he understood that this was one way Suzanna could achieve the personal freedom she had always craved. It was an extreme solution but she really did seem drawn to their captor. Had this hard woman always been hiding in his adventurous but previously loving sister? Or was it perhaps that she had seen a once-in-a-lifetime chance for perfect freedom and decided to simply grab it with both hands? He may never know, but what he did know was that it was not a life he wanted. He considered the option of employing the influence his sister had with Malik to try and achieve his own freedom. Though, how that could be gained with any degree of safety, he had no idea. Malik’s solution to be rid of him may simply be to set him ashore with the next shipment of slaves he took. Reluctantly he decided his only real choice was to ask Suzanna for her help. It was not that he doubted she would help him; it was just that he did not want to be beholden in any way, shape or form to a murderous pirate. However, it was either that or remain on board and become a slaver himself, and that he would not do without a fight. If he had to bargain with the devil to escape the devil’s fate, so be it. **** “Is it too much to ask?” Tom demanded. “You seem to have found a life you desire, as strange as that is to me and something I do not think I will ever understand. Surely you can understand that it is not the life I want to live. Please, Suzy, please ask him to let me go.”

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Suzanna sighed and moved closer to Tom, unexpectedly hugging him. He was stiff in her arms and she realized, perhaps for the first time, how much of a chasm there was between them now. She understood that he found her relationship with Malik even harder to take since the aborted attempt to rape him. She had tried to explain Malik’s point of view, giving a brief rundown of his history, but Tom could not forgive him, nor could he understand that apparently she could. She released him and knew it would definitely be best for Tom if she could somehow get him out of this mess. She knew Tom did not understand but she wanted to be with Malik. It was her chance, probably the only one she would ever get to have real freedom and most surprising of all, even to her, she really did love the pirate captain. At one time she had wondered if she was even capable of loving another person. Now she knew the answer. Sighing, she stepped back, “Very well, Tom, I will speak to Malik. I cannot promise, but believe me I will do everything I can to see that you are released, somehow.” “I understand it will be difficult. I only ask that you try,” Tom said earnestly. “Ask that she try what?” Malik’s question was unexpected, as neither of them had heard the cabin door open. “Go, Tom, I will see you later,” Suzanna said. Malik held out his hand, careful not to touch Tom. “You’ve not answered my question,” he said quietly. “No, and he will not but I will. Let him pass.” She looked at Malik, it was not a command, it was a request and he recognized it as such, so he withdrew his hand, allowing Tom to leave the cabin. “So, what are you going to try?” he asked with a wry smile. “To persuade you to find a way to set Tom free,” she replied firmly. “Ah, and here I was just thinking how much I was enjoying the company of an English lady and gentleman again,” he gave her a twisted smile. He did not tell her, of course, that having young Tom on board brought back pleasant memories of time spent with another young gentleman all those years ago. Even now, Robert’s memory was always just below the surface. “And

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just how do you suppose I can manage to free him?” he asked, raising expressive eyebrows. “You tell me. This is your world I have been dragged into. I am willing to stay; my brother is not. I am asking that for my benefit you set him ashore, somewhere he will be safe. You must know of a way.” “It’s not that easy at all, Suzanna. I cannot just set Tom ashore at the nearest port; he would simply be taken for a slave again,” Malik stated irritably. “There must be a way, surely,” she pleaded, having promised Tom to do her best. “There is, but it would mean returning to Tripoli and there’s no way I can explain that to my crew. We only return to port when we have a cargo to sell. We only get paid when we do that. We’d collect the proceeds from the last sale from our partner in the slave trade and leave him the next compliment of slaves. Each member of the crew has his share and, even though I am the captain, I’m still accountable to my crew. I only stay captain as long as I give them good pickings.” Frowning she asked. “Why does it have to be Tripoli?” “Because the only safe place for Tom is with the Brothers of the Saviour. They would be able to protect him and eventually they’d be able to get him out—and I know how to find them.” She nodded with relief because he clearly intended to keep his word and ensure that Tom would be safe. Then it occurred to her that perhaps such an action could put them in danger. “What will the crew say about you releasing Tom, Malik?” “If he was part of their share, they’d have a lot to say but I took you and Tom as part of my share. I can do with him what I want. To protect my reputation though I’ll tell them I have no need for him, he is too much of a nuisance, so I’m going to sell him. That they will understand. Especially as I am keeping you,” he said fondling her hair as he spoke. Leaning into his caress, she asked, “Is there any other reason at all you would return to port without us having to wait to raid another ship?” Noticing that she included herself in the question, Malik paced the small cabin, shaking his head. “It would have to be a

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reason the crew would find believable; like damage to the ship, and that I cannot fake.” “Would it need to be fake?” asked Suzanna, walking to stand within the circle of his arms and moving seductively against his body. Eyes wide and mouth dropping open, Malik stared at her as she rubbed herself against him. He pulled her hard against him, laughing. “Woman, you’re not suggesting I actually damage my own ship? What sort of woman am I involved with?” “It need not be anything too serious, just enough to warrant returning to dock for some repairs.” “I think maybe you’re a witch. You don’t want to know what they do to witches here.” She opened her mouth to reply but he forestalled her by swooping in and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. Gasping for breath when he finally released her, she leaned against his chest feeling the rumbling against her ear as he laughed again, saying. “A witch who has cast a spell on me.” He kissed her forehead and his expression changed, “I’ll have to think about it. But understand this: I won’t risk the ship or anyone’s life just to put the boy ashore quicker. If I can find a safe way I will, if not he’ll have to wait until we have a cargo.” **** Robert and David were enjoying one of their rare meals alone. They usually ate with Aram and Charles, but this evening the other two men had a meeting with the Brothers of the Saviour to discuss information that had surfaced of what might have happened to Marsden. Aram had also arranged to show Winstanley some other important sites in the city that he would need to be familiar with, since Charles was determined to help find and hopefully free the young sailor. Charles could not ignore his sense of responsibility to the young man who he considered to have been in his care on board the ship. Privately, David wondered why he and Robert were not also going along. He had only met the Brothers once, weeks ago, and it was usually Aram or Charles who had visited them recently. Was it because, as David secretly hoped, that Robert had asked Aram to take Charles out for a while so he could spend some time alone with him?

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It was over six weeks now since Robert had rescued him and he had lived under his roof. He was made to feel very welcome, both he and Charles were treated as honoured guests, though after a week or so he had begun to feel he ought to do something to earn his keep. Yet, when he suggested this to Robert, he had merely smiled and said it was unnecessary. David had returned the smile and replied that it was necessary to his sanity; he had always needed to earn his living and just sitting around doing nothing useful was slowly driving him out of his mind. Robert suggested that perhaps he could continue his research; Robert had an excellent library and David was surprised to find books in many languages. He was able to find some tomes with information from other countries that he had never discovered before. Still, he felt a little guilty not to be contributing anything to the household, and then he had the idea that perhaps he could teach Robert’s servants English; he had noted they only spoke in Arabic. Yet when he broached the subject, Robert refused. “Thank you for the offer David, but I do not wish my servants to know English.” David frowned; he could not believe that Robert would be so insular. Robert must have read his confusion for he said, “That is not as selfish as it sounds, it is self-preservation. When we wish to discuss anything private Aram and I are safe to do so in English. I trust my servants but it does no harm to be extra careful.” “You mean in case one of them was to betray you?” asked a wide-eyed David. Robert nodded solemnly. “If we were discovered stealing another’s slaves...” He had no need to complete the sentence, David knew of the penalty and he shuddered. “Robert?” he began. “I know, David, but I accepted the risk many years ago and I have no reason to regret my choice. It enabled me to help you...and Charles,” he added. Remembering those words now, David decided it did not really matter why he and Robert were going to be alone for the

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next few hours. David was going to make the most of his opportunity to try and get Robert to open up, and he intended to be as honest as he could about himself. It was a lovely evening and Robert had arranged for their meal to be taken in the garden outside their rooms. David had no need of the reminder, he frequently thought of what he had witnessed that night weeks ago when he had inadvertently seen Robert with the young Arab, but it seemed a symbolic choice. The table was placed in a small alcove set into the wall between the small garden doors of their adjacent rooms. During the meal they talked of inconsequential things, before finally discussing how Robert’s father came to settle in Tripoli all those years ago and why Robert had never considered leaving after his parents had died. It transpired that Robert Charteris had noble blood in his veins. His father had been the third son of an English lord, but his family had little money to spare for a third son and he was forced to make his own way in the world. Somewhat to his family’s dismay he had not wanted to go into the church or the military, which were the accepted avenues open to men in his position, but instead decided to go into business. He took a tremendous risk and put every penny he had into an import export venture based in Alexandria and it had been a huge success. That had been the beginning of the fortune of Henry Charteris. He had moved to North Africa to oversee his burgeoning business empire, bringing his wife and baby son, Robert, with him. They had moved to Tripoli when Robert was five and he had lived in the city ever since. The conversation took on a serious note at this point with Robert explaining how growing up on the streets of Tripoli and seeing the results firsthand had given him a lifelong hatred of the evils of slavery. Robert suggested they move to more comfortable seating so they went back inside to the sitting room, where Robert put both their drinks on the small table in front of the sofa so they sat side-by-side in close proximity. He told David his version of the meeting with Aram and how they had forged a friendship deeper than either of them could have foreseen that fortuitous day so long ago.

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David wondered if Robert would talk to him of his lost love on that tragic voyage. He was in two minds about that: part of him wanted to know what this other man was like, this person who still had a hold on Robert’s heart so many years later. Another part of him was afraid that he would never measure up to this paragon and he acknowledged, as he sat listening to the cadence of Robert’s voice describing his life, that he wanted to matter, he needed to be important to Robert Charteris. He wanted his night-time fantasy to become a reality. That epiphany excited and terrified him in equal measure. Strange as it seemed, it did not strike him as odd that he had such faith and trust in a man he had met only a short time ago. Especially when the first time David had seen him, Robert had done nothing to stop the pirate captain touching David so intimately, and then sending him off to be sold as little more than a sex slave. Yet he could still remember the look in the stranger’s eyes, the only part of Robert that could be seen behind his Janissary disguise, the look that told him everything he needed to know about trusting this man. A trust that had proved to reach even beyond the boundaries one might have expected as Robert risked so much to get him out of the clutches of the slavers. “David? David, are you all right?” The concern in Robert’s voice broke through his reverie and with a rueful grin, he answered, “Yes, I am fine. I got caught up in your narrative and wondered what you were like all those years ago.” “Oh, I was a reckless fool. My father was always trying to make me toe the line but I was so sure I knew best. It is a wonder I survived my childhood,” he said with a laugh. “Talking of childhood, what was yours like? Idyllic, I bet, in some small village in the heart of the countryside.” David did not answer right away and frowning at his friend’s expression, Robert asked apprehensively, “David?” “Ah, no actually.” For a brief moment David considered evading the truth, just giving a noncommittal answer before realizing that was not the way to behave with someone he wanted to connect with. “My parents were killed when I was quite young and my grandfather, my only other relative, had no

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time for a young child. I spent most of my formative years in an orphanage.” “Oh, God, David, I am so sorry about your parents, what happened? Unless it is too painful for you to talk about?” he added quickly. “I would like half-an-hour with your grandfather though. How could he leave you to grow up in an orphanage?” “My father was a teacher and we were moving to a new posting and the coach we were travelling in was involved in a terrible accident. I was thrown clear, they were killed, crushed as the coach fell into a ditch and they were trapped underneath it.” Robert listened carefully to the way David told his story, almost as if he were speaking by rote. It must be extremely difficult for him. “You saw them die? Oh, David. How old were you?” “Almost seven,” he said sadly. “As for my grandfather, I do not think I missed out really. He was an old martinet, I did not like him and he would not have liked me.” He smiled. “I was rather precocious as a child.” “I am afraid I was rather a handful,” continued David. “I was nothing like the other children. I did not enjoy playing games or joining in. I was something of a loner and the Matron always seemed to believe there was something wrong with me. I loved to read and study as much as I could. My father had already begun to teach me French and Latin and I wanted to know more. There was one lady though, one of the helpers who understood that I just enjoyed learning new things. Miss Langton helped me and I was eventually sent away for further schooling. I could not have been happier.” He paused a moment, looking thoughtful and then with a wistful smile, he said, “That was only one thing I was ever grateful to my grandfather for, that he was prepared to pay for an education for me.” David glanced up at Robert, “I often wonder what might have happened to me otherwise. I had no value as an orphan, it cost too much for the Parish to feed me and keep a roof over my head. Another year or so and they would have turned me out onto the streets to fend for myself,” he stopped, frowning. “God, I never realized before but it is akin to slavery, my existence as a child was dictated by who was prepared to

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spend money on me, by who ‘owned’ me.” David shivered at the implication. David saw the wistful expression in Robert’s eyes and wondered what he was thinking about. Could it have been his journey back to England for his own schooling and meeting the young man who came to mean so much to him? David wondered if, after all, he had done the wrong thing talking about his youth. He had wanted Robert to know more about him and he hoped to learn more about Robert. The last thing he wanted was to dredge up unhappy memories for the older man. **** In fact, Robert was reading between the lines of David’s quick personal history and thinking how unfair it was that such a bright child, obviously passionate in his own quiet way, should have had such an arid childhood, with only the goodwill of one teacher to rely on. Robert had a sudden yearning to have known the young David Jordan. Robert hated the stranger David’s grandfather had been to him; had the man not cared at all about the child his own offspring had produced? Robert’s early years might sound harrowing on the surface, but in fact his had been a wonderful childhood with loving parents and a freedom rarely given to a child. In comparison, he felt there was more truth in David’s slavery analogy than even he recognized. “Robert, is everything all right? You seem, I do not know, distracted?” “Yeah, I was just thinking. I wish things could have been better for you, you deserve so much more.” David’s mouth dropped open and he quickly closed it. “I...I. Thank you, Robert, but you hardly know me, not really.” Robert looked sheepish. “I know more than enough, David. I...admire you and I am not just talking about your looks. The more I learn about you the more I find to admire.” Robert watched as David blushed rosily and he grinned. “See, you are not even used to a simple compliment, are you?” “I do not think there is anything simple about you, Robert Charteris,” David said softly. Robert raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment or an insult?” he asked with a grin.

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David’s reply was not amusing, it was too important to him. “It was a compliment, Robert. You have given me so much and asked nothing in return. I find much in you to admire too.” Now he smiled, “I am not just talking about your looks either, though I could. I admire what you have done with your life, your integrity and your passion.” “Passion?” Robert asked, though it was not what he really wanted to ask. David’s mouth opened as if he was about to speak, but he closed it again, apparently considering his words carefully, eyes holding Robert’s. After a moment, he said, “You put your whole being into everything you do, I think. Even if it costs you, you take the risk.” “If it costs me? I don’t understand.” “Just the fact of living here and working against this venal system could cost you everything, up to and including your life, and you have lived like this for many years. How many times have you faced failure and the price that costs you? That must take a toll on your body, your mind, even your soul.” Robert did not know what to say. He looked at David and in that moment he saw something in his eyes, something that drew him even more than he already was. “David?” he whispered, not even knowing he was reaching out to him. David sat perfectly still, watching closely as Robert moved his hand nearer, stretching out until his fingers brushed across the younger man’s lower lip and David closed his eyes. As his fingers made contact with David’s mouth, Robert felt like they were burned and he swiftly withdrew them. When he did so, David’s closed eyes snapped open and Robert’s hand froze midmotion. Eyes still never leaving Robert’s, David slowly raised his own hand and placed it palm-to-palm, thumb-to-thumb with Robert’s and as they touched Robert felt the shock of contact. Perhaps David felt it too when their fingers intertwined and they gripped each other tightly. David’s eyes dropped from Robert’s, to fall instead on his mouth, and he licked his lips in anticipation of finally experiencing what it might be like to be kissed by another man.

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Robert’s eyes followed the erotic movement of David’s tongue, licking first along his upper lip and then the lower one, and he was drawn ever so slowly forward, his hand gripping even tighter if that were possible, until his face was so close to David’s that he could feel the other man’s warm breath. Then suddenly the distance between them vanished as Robert’s other hand snaked around David’s neck, pulling him closer. His tongue replaced David’s as it brushed across the younger man’s lip before his mouth finally took possession. Robert felt David begin to shake and thought the younger man was uncomfortable. He almost pulled back until he felt David pull him closer and return his kiss. Robert felt like he had flown to heaven. He had dreamed of kissing David but thought that was all it would ever be, just a dream. He could not expect a man who not only appeared to be heterosexual, but had also gone through a terrible experience, to embrace the possibility of a sexual relationship with him. Yet here he was, in his arms, kissing him back with fervour. **** When David finally felt Robert’s warm breath on his face and his gentle touch on his lower lip, he felt a charge slam through his body down to his stomach and into his groin. He had never felt anything quite like it. Then Robert kissed him fully on the mouth and as he gasped in surprise, Robert slipped his tongue inside and wonderful strange sensations shot through every nerve of David’s body until he shook with emotion. Tentatively sliding his free hand up Robert’s back, David pulled the man ever closer until their chests were touching and he began to explore Robert’s mouth with his tongue. David’s heart was pounding, the blood flowing in his veins thundered inside his head and he had never felt so alive. David slowly pulled back and opened his eyes, taking in the flushed face of the first man he had ever kissed and he was stunned at that thought. Robert watched David as he processed what had just happened and he was not exactly surprised as David’s face finally reddened before almost immediately becoming devoid of all colour. However, he was disappointed. He had expected too much, moved too fast.

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“I am sorry, but I thought...you seemed...” Robert tried to explain but he was afraid he may have spoiled things between them and it had been going so well before. David frowned at Robert, “I do not understand what…?” Then he smiled, understanding what was wrong. “Oh, no, Robert, no. Do not apologise please. It was just...different.” “Different? Something you would like to try again?” Robert kept his voice neutral but he had fallen as hard as he could for this young man and the next few minutes could make him, or break him. Given the world he was obliged to live in, he had little faith in religion anymore but for this he would pray. “I never could resist discovering new facts, trying new things,” David answered softly, leaning in again and it was Robert who sucked in his breath at this new experience. Out of the blue, the sound of voices drifted in and they reluctantly pulled apart. David smiled shyly at Robert, who shrugged. “They have been gone for three hours. The shortest three hours of my life,” Robert whispered as he got to his feet and turned as the door opened. Aram and Charles entered, still engaged in conversation and on seeing the others, broke off the discussion. “News?” Robert baldly asked. “Some,” Charles answered, “Not as much as I’d like but it’s pretty certain now that Marsden was passed on to one of the mines.” “He is a strong young man and they can never obtain enough slaves of the kind they want; too many of the best possibilities stay with the Corsair fleet,” Aram explained. “Yes, most of the men brought into port are older or not accustomed to such physical labour and then often many of them are kept in the prison until ransom can be collected,” Robert commented. “Look, I heard mention of the mines and I know that the life expectation for such slaves is low, but I never really asked about it,” David admitted. “What kind of mines are you talking about?”

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“There are three different kinds of mining operations. There are the salt mines on the edge of the Sahara or in the salt marshes along the Gulf of Sidra.” “Wow, they still mine salt along that coast? There was a major trade route from North Africa in Roman times. They had a port called Leptis Magna specially built near the Gulf to cope with it,” David commented. Robert smiled a little at his distracted interest. “Yes, well the trade is still a major concern for the Empire. There are also iron mines, one large one at Wadi Ash Shati and I hope he is not there; that place is as near to hell on earth as you can get.” Robert glanced at Aram and the big black man nodded his agreement. “There is a quartz mine too, and as Aram said, they can never have too many slaves for the mines.” “Is that why some of the field workers disappear, to fill the gaps in the mine quotas?” David asked, though the answer appeared obvious. Charles nodded. “Unfortunately we don’t know as yet which of the mines and from what Aram said there are a few.” “That is true, there are the two salt mining sites and they are hundreds of miles apart. Then there are two iron mines and the quartz mine; we need accurate information before we formulate any kind of plan,” Aram stated. “This is not going to be easy,” Robert commented. “The slaves in the mines do not usually last long, they are well guarded and once they are there it is next to impossible to get them out.” “You may leave it in our hands, Charteris and we will discover the whereabouts of Marsden. Then we can try and formulate a plan to rescue him,” Aram commented, looking directly at his new friend Charles Winstanley. “I wish I could do something to help,” David interjected. “I feel somewhat useless sitting and waiting. All this talk of helping Marsden only makes me feel more guilty that I sit here in comfort while he and my friends, the Batesons, suffer untold iniquities.” “Perhaps when we have more information you can help, David, but until then there is nothing any of us can do. Not for Marsden or your friends on board the Pearl.”

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Aram and Charles left to get refreshments and David turned to Robert, suddenly shy at being alone with him again. “David,” Robert said, “I almost forgot, I have a meeting with my Factor. I need to check some information from my office in Alexandria.” Robert was already retreating from the room. “I will be back in an hour or so—I think.” “Oh, very well, I will see you later then.” David frowned, a little put out by Robert’s peculiar distraction but he shook his head, deciding not to read anything into it. It was just a coincidence that he had backed out now they were alone again. **** “What do you mean, I will have to wait?” Suzanna demanded. “What I said. It won’t work,” Malik said exasperated. “I have given it a lot of thought and if I damaged the ship enough that she’d need a port for repairs, it would have to be the nearest one, anything less and we’d make sea repairs. If I tried to insist on going back to Tripoli without a cargo, I’d have a mutiny on my hands. This is not your Royal Navy!” She stared at him, wanting him to be wrong but she was a sensible woman and she knew logic when she heard it. Deflated, she sighed, “I see. And how long will that be? Until you get a cargo, I mean?” He relaxed at her acceptance of the situation. “That depends on when we sight a suitable ship,” he said. “Suitable?” “A Christian merchantman that we can run rings round,” he answered honestly.

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Chapter Seven “Glad you are still here, David,” Robert said, striding back into the living room. David almost replied with ‘where else would I be?’ but he considered that gave too many opportunities to Robert to tell him something he had no wish to hear. And that was something else David did not entirely understand, this connection between him and Robert which had been there from the very beginning and only grew stronger the longer they were together. David both desired it and yet was afraid of it. Afraid of relying on something that would one day be taken away from him, like his parents had been, and like the love he had hoped his grandfather would have given him. Robert continued, obviously not even considering that David might have a comment. “I have a suggestion,” he said, smiling, “How would you like to go to Egypt?” David’s mouth dropped open. Egypt! Then the excitement dimmed. Was Robert sending him away? Had he overstepped the mark when he had kissed Robert earlier? But surely he had only been returning Robert’s kiss, the man could hardly blame him for that, could he? Watching his face, Robert seemed puzzled by his delay in answering. “What is it?” he asked, “I thought you would be pleased to be going to Cairo with me?” “With you?” David asked, his expression brightening again as he smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Egypt, at last. Oh, Robert how wonderful! I have dreamed for so long of going there and then, on the threshold of the achievement, to have it all taken away. To be so near and yet so far. You have no idea...” **** David continued talking but Robert tuned him out, allowing him to continue extolling the virtues of the country he had

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wanted to see for so long. Two words, two simple words spoken openly told Robert all he wanted to know: ‘with you’. David had been disconcerted when he thought Robert was suggesting sending him to Egypt, and had then been happy and relieved when he understood that Robert meant to take him there. After a minute or so, Robert interrupted, laughing, “So I gather you like the idea?” “Like the idea? I can never thank you enough.” Abruptly David frowned. “Oh, but wait. Why? I mean, you cannot have any interest in the ancient history of the pyramids and the people who built them. And certainly not in the language when as yet we cannot even decipher one word of it. So...why? And why now?” “To be honest, David, the place has always fascinated me, too.” “Really?” “Oh yes, my father first took me there when I was a lad, aged about ten I think. He showed me some of the wonderful and yet strange things to be found there, and the buildings, the pyramids and the temples, quite remarkable. But you asked why? Why am I going now? Just to take you?” Robert queried, and David nodded. “I usually go to Cairo two, maybe three times a year and, while it is true I have brought the trip forward by a month or so, I would have been going shortly anyway. I decided to make the trip now so if we get news of Marsden I...we will not be travelling at the wrong time. We will not be away for very long, I am afraid.” “Oh, I see, of course. Well, I understand about Marsden, but why do you go to Cairo so often?” “Because a large portion of my export goods come from Egypt, and while my agent in Cairo is good, I think I have an eye for what will sell back home in England.” David frowned, cocking his head to one side, “Robert, I know you said you were involved in importing and exporting trade goods and that you have offices in Alexandria and Algiers as well as another somewhere in Europe and that you ship goods to England, but I never really queried what it is you deal in. It was not very important to me; I had other...matters on my mind.”

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Robert smiled. “I import various goods that are uncommon in this part of the world and I export something quite exceptional. I collect and ship home rare artefacts.” David pursed his lips, thinking. “You collect artefacts? How, I mean if you spend most of your time here in Tripoli. And where from?” “Where from? Just about anywhere in this region. I have agents who know what to look for and if they come across anything suitable they get it for me. Some of them bring it to me here in Tripoli, some relics are sent directly to my office in Algiers. One of my best agents is based in Cairo and sends goods to Alexandria, but I think I have a feel for Egyptian relics and between us we pick the best items for me to send home to England.” David regarded him for a few long seconds and Robert knew he was considering what he learned. Robert was fairly certain that he had questions and he was a little puzzled when David did not ask anything other than, “How do we get there, by land?” “No, it is easier travelling by sea to Alexandria and then south to Cairo.” David nodded, but he could not help the flash of fear at the idea of being on board a ship again. Robert noted David’s nervous reaction, after what he had been through it was to be expected. He had two choices, either to allow David to cope with it in private or to offer sympathy. He decided it was best to follow David’s lead, if it was apparent he needed sympathy then he would certainly get it. However, David squared his shoulders, shaking off his emotional burden and instead asked Robert another question. “Will you want to visit your office whilst you are in Alexandria?” “Yes, I expect so,” Robert said dismissively. “We will travel about half the distance from Alexandria to Cairo across the desert and then we can pick up a felucca on the Nile to take us the rest of the way. Riding a camel is easily the quickest way to...” Robert hesitated for a moment, “unless you would prefer to ride a horse; that would work too. Camels can be difficult to control for a beginner.” He watched the excitement light up

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David’s eyes and knew before he spoke what the younger man was going to say. “Oh, you must teach me how to ride a camel,” David said excitedly. “I am good on a horse, so hopefully...” Robert laughed, “Whatever you want. I will make arrangements for us to leave tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” David breathed. “I can hardly believe I will actually be in Egypt in a few days. Robert, you could not have given me a more wonderful gift. Crossing the desert by camel, travelling the Nile in such an ageless way and then finally seeing the pyramids,” he sighed with contentment. “I had lost hope of ever getting to Egypt when I was taken by the Corsairs. Even after you rescued me I thought all I had to look forward to would be a sad trip back home to England. I will never be able to repay everything you have done for me.” Robert smiled, there was so much he wanted to say, but he knew it was too soon to tell David that he hoped he would never want to leave, that David would want to make his home with him. So he simply replied, “Thought we had covered that, there is nothing to repay.” He also kept the words in his heart that to see David smile, to know he was happy, was payment enough. David glanced at him and then away again, a thoughtful expression on his face. “What?” Robert was curious at the change in David’s mood. “Well, as we are talking about payment,” David hesitated and then ploughed on, “Aram and I were talking a few days ago…” Robert laughed, “You have drawn out Aram more in a few months than I have managed in years.” David smiled a little. “I am not sure if I should say anything, but I know Aram will not. He has too much pride and wants to do it himself, but I know you would help him.” Concerned now, Robert pressed, “Of course, I would do anything for Aram. What is it?” Looking more comfortable now, David said, “You know his friend, Bettina?” “Of course, the slave in Muzzafar’s household.” Robert knew very well that she and Aram had a close friendship and it

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suddenly occurred to him that he had never asked Aram just how friendly they were. He had been too wrapped up in his own emotional concerns to think about those of his friend. Angry at himself, Robert thought what a poor friend he had been to Aram. “She is more than just a friend?” he asked heavily. “Yes, very much so. Aram wants to free her and he has been trying to get enough funds together for some time now…” “Why did he not come to me?” Robert interrupted. “You of all people know how proud he is. He was determined to do it himself, but I do not think he should have to, do you?” “Hell no! I will talk to him about her. Perhaps try and put some feelers out. Muzzafar buys and sells male slaves all the time but he hangs on to his female slaves.” Robert shrugged, aware David knew much more about the slave situation in Tripoli than the young man had ever wanted to. Robert suddenly grinned, “And do not worry, I will not tell Aram that you have been revealing his secrets.” “Robert!” **** David stood against the railing of the ship, enjoying the wind in his face, the sun on his head and the knowledge that a pair of eyes was watching him. He lifted his head, eyes closed, smiled into the heat of the sun warming him, as the heat of being cared for ignited his soul. It had been so long, longer than he could remember with any clarity, since someone had cared for him and it felt wonderful. He did not try to put a name to the feeling that Robert held for him, nor for the emotions roiling through him. He simply accepted them. He had been harbouring nervous fears about embarking on the ship but Robert told him all would be well. They would hug the coast most of the way from Tripoli to Alexandria and besides, they would be flying the Pasha’s flag of protection; no Corsair would attack a ship carrying such a pennant. David turned around to smile at his companion, “This is so liberating, Robert. I had forgotten how much I loved the sea. Ever since I was taken I have been afraid of it.”

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Robert stepped closer. “I am glad. I hope that one day you will be able to forget everything that happened over those few days. Put it all behind you.” “I cannot,” David murmured. Robert stared at David, “You will. Give it a little more time.” “No, you do not understand,” David said intensely. He stopped and took a breath. “I do not want to forget, I want to remember how you came to my rescue.” He smiled a little and then quickly continued, “I am learning to cope with the truth of what happened to me, what would have happened if...I cannot hide from it, it happened to me, I have to face up to it, especially if I am to help you and the others rescue Marsden.” “You really want to be involved in that? You know it could be dangerous?” “You do it and have for years, and I will forever be grateful for that. Can I do any less?” “No,” Robert said gently. “I do not suppose you could.” **** When they finally disembarked at Alexandria, Robert took one look at David’s excited face and decided to rearrange the visit to his office. There was no urgent need to call in and he decided to leave it until their return journey. Watching the man’s excitement made Robert want to wrap his arms around him and hold him close. Robert judiciously jammed his hands tightly in his trouser pockets. He led David through the bustling streets of the busy ancient city and the young man was enthralled by the sights and sounds that surrounded him. He was looking everywhere, seemingly at once, giving Robert the image his neck must turn three hundred and sixty degrees. David could hardly believe what he was witnessing. The city was everything he hoped and more. The ancient buildings, the Souk, the people, the language, it all flowed around him; it was like going back in time. His eye was caught by a man walking toward him; he had the dark weathered skin of the region, his face was lined, lived in, and his eyes were so dark they were almost black. He was wearing tightly wrapped leggings that reached to just below his knees, above which he

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had wide pants of unbleached linen. He had a long tunic of a similar colour over which he wore a Jubbah, an open threequarter length coat, of a darker hue. On his head he had some kind of twisted turban. Nearby was another man who looked completely different. He wore long robes which covered most of his body with a swathe of fabric wrapped over his head, forming a hood. David had stopped to stare at the variety of sights around him. Robert halted, turned back and saw where David was staring. There was a young woman nearby, testing fruit from one of the stalls. She was dressed in a dark green form-fitting coat, which flared out stiffly from the waist, ending at knee length, covering the pale green puffed out pants, which were gathered around the ankle. Her head was covered with a flowing white veil, part of which covered her lower face. “David,” he said quietly, “It is not wise to stare at the women.” “What?” David flushed and dipped his eyes, “Oh, I was just so fascinated.” “I know, but do not stare so. Come on.” “Sorry.” “You will more likely be sorry after an hour on a camel,” Robert declared with a sly smile, pointing to the end of the street where it widened out on the left where there was a corralled area. As they approached, David could see camels and off to one side there were a few horses. “You sure you do not want a horse?” Robert queried. “Oh no, it has to be a camel,” David excitedly replied. Robert greeted the camel driver in his own language and David grinned as he realized Robert knew the man, who bowed and smiled at the European. Robert introduced David, explaining that this was his friend’s first visit to Egypt and would be his first time on a camel. The native gave a broad gap-toothed grin and made a rude comment about the camel and David’s backside. David laughed and spoke up, also in Egyptian, “If he bites me, I will bite him back.”

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The man roared with laughter and Robert commented, “I should have warned you, Mahmoud, he speaks more languages than I do.” “As long as he speaks camel!” Mahmoud laughed. He bowed to David and wished him welcome. “I will give you a nice safe camel, you will be fine.” Turning to Robert again, he asked how far they would be going. “To pick up the felucca to Cairo.” “Ah, so, you will not need a guide. You can leave my camels with Farooq and collect them on your return journey.” “Thanks, Mahmoud,” Robert said, picking out his own camel while the driver showed David the mount he wished him to use. He introduced the camel as Ifti, showing him which movements to use to control the animal. Robert watched as David listened very carefully and he knew he would give as much care to learning about the animal as he did to studying his archaeology. Robert shook his head, smiling as he opened up one of his bags and pulled out two sets of native clothing. When Mahmoud had finished with him, Robert walked over to David. “You will need to get changed into this outfit before you try and mount that thing,” he said, passing him the native garb. David took the bundle, “Going native again, huh?” Robert grinned, “Sort of, they know what to wear in their own country, do you not think?” “Mahmoud,” Robert called, lifting his change of clothes, “Where?” The man pointed to a tent behind the small wall at the back of his corral and they quickly moved inside. David sorted through the various garments and looked to Robert because he had no idea how to wear the combination. Smiling, Robert said, “Take everything off,” doing so as he spoke, reminding himself to keep his eyes on his own body and not on David. “First put on the undershirt, then the thwab. ” When David frowned in confusion, Robert explained, “The body-shirt.” Robert pulled on the long-sleeved white cotton garment, which fell to ankle length, and he then fastened a dark leather belt around his waist. David copied his every move. Then he slipped on the bisht, the outer robe which resembled a long sleeved, full-length open coat. “The head must be kept covered

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at all costs. The agal is tied around the shamagh to hold it in place and this protects both the head and the neck,” Robert explained. David threw the large white cloth over his head and tied the thick black cord around it exactly as Robert did. Now he was dressed from head to foot in white garments with a light tan outer robe. His skin was tanned darker than usual but he could never disguise his blue eyes. Looking at Robert he was shocked at how Egyptian he looked in the Bedouin garb. He held himself regally, standing tall and proud and with his darker skin and brown eyes, he could easily pass for one of the natives. David smiled at Robert, “You look wonderful. Though I did not expect so many layers. Surely it is going to be stifling?” he frowned. Feeling warm from just the compliment, Robert shook his head, “No, they have been wearing this for centuries. The layers help keep the sand out and you need the protection from the blazing sun. You’ll get used to it and you’ll find you will be grateful for it once we get out in the desert.” “What did Mahmoud mean about the guide?” “Ah, well, I know this part of the country pretty well but in the months since I was last here the desert will have changed; it is continually altering as the sands shift. Just a bad sandstorm can change it out of all recognition. If I was going out into the desert, or even going all the way to Cairo by camel, Mahmoud would have insisted on sending a guide along and I would have accepted with alacrity. But the route to the Nile is pretty well laid out with permanent markers; we will be fine going to meet the felucca at Kafr az Zayyat.” “How far is that?” “About fifty miles,” Robert said casually as he repacked his bag and stowed it behind the saddle on the camel. “Fifty miles? We cannot do that in one day,” David said, gingerly clambering into the saddle of Ifti, murmuring to the animal softly as he did so. “No, we should make about fifteen miles before nightfall, and we should reach Kafr by tomorrow evening. It might be possible to sleep on the felucca, if not we camp out a second night.”

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David was struck by the idea of camping out in the desert under the starlit sky. “That sounds wonderful. I imagine you can see every single star in the night sky out here.” “Oh yes, it is like looking into the eyes of God,” Robert murmured. David stared at Robert who was gazing at the far horizon, “I could not help but wonder if you still believed in God after all you have witnessed.” Robert turned to look at him and shrugged as he gave a sad smile, “I am not sure if I do either,” he said softly. **** Malik was studying his charts in the day cabin when he heard the commotion on deck and almost immediately the door opened to Achmed, who filled the entrance. “You have one?” Malik asked him and the mate nodded. “It lies heavy in the water, Reis, loaded with cargo and passengers by the looks of it.” “Can you judge the flag yet?” “Aye, Reis, I think it be English.” “Good, good. Get things ready, I’ll be there shortly.” As Achmed left, Malik spotted Tom in the corridor and called to him, “What do you want, boy?” “Nothing, captain, just running an errand for the mate,” Tom said quickly. “Off with you then.” Malik didn’t believe that was the whole truth, guessing he had hung around to hear what was going on, but he couldn’t fault Tom’s behaviour these days. The boy was quiet and sullen when around him in Suzanna’s presence, but he did his duty as demanded without complaint, and Achmed was a hard taskmaster who would find fault if there was any to find. He assumed that Suzanna had spoken to her brother and found a way to make him behave until they could finally set him safely ashore. Dismissing the subject from his mind he made his way to the deck to check out the English merchantman. **** Robert had to admit he was impressed by how quickly David settled to riding the camel; he fell easily into the rhythm

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of the beast’s movements and he kept up the steady pace that Robert set. David found that he loved the quiet of the desert, even enjoying the rolling motion of the animal underneath him. He did not really need to control the camel’s direction, it followed the leading camel that Robert was riding as if attached by a cord. David was able to wallow in his surroundings, soaking up the atmosphere: the knowledge that he travelled through a sea of sand that had coated this area for thousands of years. “You seem miles away, what are you thinking about?” Robert asked, looking back over his shoulder. “Just thinking how much history is wrapped up in this place. How much the shifting sands beneath our very feet might have witnessed.” Robert laughed gently, “Oh, you are such a romantic!” He then proved he could view his surroundings in the same romantic light as he told David of the first time he had made this journey with his father twenty-five years earlier. They travelled a little further and David remarked how magical he found the idea of travelling along the Nile in a felucca. “It will be like taking a journey back through time,” he added wistfully. Robert smiled, “True, and I only wish it was possible for you to travel beyond Cairo but we do not have time.” David was clearly disappointed at the wonders he would miss, so Robert briskly said, “Next time we can go and see Thebes.” David’s head shot up and his eyes were shining. “I can come with you again?” David immediately dipped his head again, afraid of showing too much to Robert. He found it increasingly difficult to know how to cope with his everburgeoning affections for Robert, wondering what they might be...lust, desire...love? Robert was not helping. After that one wonderful kiss days ago, Robert had virtually run out of the room and had never mentioned it since. He had been very attentive, very friendly, but David questioned if he regretted the impulsive move that had resulted in their kiss. Surprising himself, David knew with certainty that he did not regret it one iota. What he was supposed

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to feel? What he was supposed to do next though, he had no idea. After a few hours they approached a small oasis and Robert called a halt, saying it was time to stop for the night. David frowned, looking at the clear sky. “Should we perhaps not go on a little further?” “It will be dark in half an hour,” Robert smiled. “In the desert the night literally drops like a curtain. If we do not set up camp now we will be doing it in the dark. You do not bypass an oasis without good cause.” Robert led their mounts to one side of the small oasis, really little more than a few date trees that were leaning towards the small pool. On the opposite side there was another small stand of trees. “Robert,” David said quietly. “I think I saw movement over there.” “I know,” Robert said, “there are two other travellers, Arabs.” He tied the camels to one of the trees and continued, “Come, let us say hello.” David raised his eyebrows, “Is it safe?” “Safer than ignoring them. Let them know we are no threat.” The two men were travelling in the opposite direction and had been just as nervous of their arrival as David had been of them. They were respectful and welcoming and offered to share some tea, after which Robert and David returned to finish setting up their camp for the night. Robert lit a fire, knowing how cold the desert nights were. Not more than two hours later, a frustrated David came to the conclusion that sleep was definitely going to elude him that night. He was tired but he was also tense, probably a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he thought. Robert seemed very comfortable in such close proximity to the two Egyptian strangers but for some reason David was not. He turned to look at Robert lying alongside him, all bundled up in his robe. Robert slept peacefully with his face turned towards him and he had the insane urge to reach out and touch him. Suddenly he had to move, he could not just lie there any longer. He got up and walked towards the water, which was

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calmly reflecting the banked fire behind him, the higher blaze of their companions’ fire, and the specks shining down from the heavens. David squatted by the water’s edge staring into the pool, seeing his own reflection looking ghostly white in the Egyptian undergarment, which was all that he was wearing. It was only then that he realized he was cold; he had been using his robe like a blanket and had left it behind. After a moment his attention was drawn to a slight sound across the water and, glancing up, he saw an outline of something but could not make out what, and when the whispered sounds reach him he understood it was the two strangers. He stared at the tableau before him and found he was unable to take his eyes from the two men lying on their robes by the water’s edge, outlined by their fire behind them. The moment he understood that they were naked, wrapped up in each other’s arms, he was trapped, drawn to the vision like a moth to a flame. He stared as their hands brushed over each other’s flesh, watching mouths meet in hungry kisses, necks arching to allow nips and licks when one man slid down the other’s body using his hands and mouth everywhere. There were low moans and whispered words, entreaties and imprecations, until finally one man swallowed the other’s penis. David arched his body to try and see more clearly, not even knowing he was doing so. He felt his own cock fill and lift as he watched the second man, sated from his own orgasm, roll onto his stomach and the first man lay over him. At first David was puzzled until the man underneath lifted his buttocks a little and then in the half-light provided only by the slowly dying fires and the stars above, David understood what was happening: penetration, one man was pushing his cock inside the other. David lifted his fist and shoved it into his mouth; not knowing if he wanted to groan in shock or moan in envy but he knew he could not let the two strangers know he was watching. Yet again he was unable to turn away. He felt guilty at spying on the men but he had to see, he had to know what it was like. Ever since he had bolted from the garden door of Robert’s room all those weeks ago he had wanted to know what it was really like for one man to take another. He was honest enough now to

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admit this was what he both craved and was afraid of; intimacy with Robert. It had been there, hovering in his mind ever since he had seen Robert with the young Arab in his bed. He had not watched for long, but enough to know that Robert had not penetrated his partner that night and he was strangely grateful for that. He heard a muted cry and knew the other man had come deep inside his...lover, what else could it be when one man allowed another such liberty? He could not imagine allowing anyone to touch him so intimately without complete trust, complete belief in the other person. Abruptly he needed to see Robert, even if it was only to watch him sleep. He turned quietly and almost gasped in shock. Robert was standing about five feet away watching him— watching him watching them. David had frozen and Robert carefully, slowly, reached out a hand. After a second, David took it and edged toward Robert, who turned and silently moved back to their makeshift camp. “Are you all right?” Robert asked when they were seated on their respective robes. David lifted his eyes, eyes that were wide and begging. “I do not know...I ...I...” “Were you...shocked...disgusted by what you saw? Or, perhaps you were upset because you were intrigued?” Robert asked carefully, but David heard the hope just the same. David stared at Robert, thinking how to answer that. He was not sure he knew how. He thought back to what he had seen, to what he had heard. And he also remembered his body’s reaction to what he had witnessed; his cock wilted when he had turned to see Robert watching him but before then... Slowly, he said, “I was a little...shocked to actually see it. I had read about it, the Ancient Greeks were very...sorry, you do not need to hear that,” David shrugged, embarrassed. He took a breath, trying to calm himself. He began again, “I also recognized how very much they...enjoyed each other. The sounds they made...the way they touched.” He felt his face heat up as he spoke but he was nothing if not honest. “I was...fascinated.” “And still a little afraid?” Robert smiled.

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“As I watched I knew one thing,” David admitted. “I could never do that with anyone I did not trust completely. It...I...” **** Whatever David might have said was silenced when Robert leaned forward and captured his lips. For a moment he was tense and Robert was afraid he had made a mistake but then David relaxed and leaned into him, gripping his shoulders as he tentatively returned the kiss. They broke apart when the need for air took over and David leaned his head on Robert’s shoulder. “Did you enjoy that?” Robert asked him softly. “Hmmm,” David answered. Laughing gently, Robert wondered aloud, “Would you like to see what else you might enjoy?” David lifted his head and gazed into Robert’s eyes, a slight frown between his eyebrows. Robert recognized the look. David was giving the question serious thought; he had to keep the grin from his face. Robert thought perhaps a little reassurance would not go amiss. “Do not worry, I am not talking about anything such as you just witnessed. I just wanted to touch you. May I?” David nodded and Robert smiled before kissing him again. David liked the kissing, though he seemed a little tense, nervous perhaps of what else Robert might have in mind. Then as Robert tenderly caressed his chest, rubbing a nipple gently through the fine body shirt, David gasped. “I never realized,” David murmured, “that a man’s nipples were so sensitive or…” he faltered, squirming and Robert smiled. David had discovered the direct link between his nipples and his groin. The more Robert caressed his nipples, first one then the other, the more aroused David was getting, and apparently unaware that he had edged closer and was now lying in Robert’s embrace. He had one arm around David’s shoulders holding him tightly against his chest. Robert kissed his temple and David turned to gaze at him, his eyes going wide with the knowledge that Robert was going to make love to him. He looked both excited and terrified. Then, with a tentative smile, probably feeling the need for more involvement, David reached out gingerly to touch Robert.

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He brushed a hand over his face, down his neck and finally onto Robert’s chest. Robert simply watched his movements for a few seconds before carefully continuing his own caresses, slowly moving down David’s body. Robert felt the tension in the young man when his fingers moved below his waist and he slowed his progress, not wanting to scare him off. He gave one final caress to David’s stomach before moving his hand to his own body to release the hem of his shirt. He thought David would feel more involved, more in control of himself, if he had some measure of control over Robert. David looked up at him, puzzled. Robert guessed he was already missing the pleasurable sensations he had felt at his touch. Robert smiled and taking hold of David’s hand, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed it briefly before moving David’s hand slowly down his body. David brushed Robert’s swelling penis, feeling the heat of the silken skin as his fingers touched the heavy shaft. Suddenly David’s hand froze. He lifted horrified eyes from Robert’s body to stare at him before pulling a shaking hand back and rolling away from him. Robert was devastated. He thought he had been careful, given David the time he needed to adjust to these new sensations flooding his senses but it had not been enough. David was not ready or, even more terrible to consider, David did not feel for him the way he hoped. Not enough to want to take this any further. “I am sorry,” Robert said quietly, readjusted his clothing, pulling the shirt back down. “I should not have done that, I thought...I meant no harm, I think you know I have feelings for you and I...I am sorry. I have never met anyone like you, never been so...but do not...do not be concerned, I would never push myself on you.” “No, please do not be sorry, you did not do anything wrong. I just...I am not...I do not know...oh God!” Robert lay down again, pulling his robe over him to keep the cold desert air at bay. “Get some rest, David. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He thought it was remarkable that his voice sounded so normal, not as if he had just lost what he

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most desired in the whole world. He hoped at least David would remain his friend. **** David watched as Robert settled himself for sleep but the man’s visible calm demeanour did not fool him. He had hurt him by his rejection and David did not know how to get past it. He never meant to hurt him; he just did not know how to be with a man like that. With an internal sigh he did as Robert asked and lay down to try and sleep. Surprisingly, for a few hours David did just that but it was a restless sleep, finally awakening from a dream but it was one of those that he couldn’t remember what it was about though it did leave him feeling good. He turned on his side, facing Robert, and as he expected, the older man was asleep. However, he was surprised to see the state of Robert’s robe, which earlier had been wrapped tightly around him, now was thrown back. It looked like Robert had been having a disturbed sleep too. David allowed his eyes to trail over the body of his almostlover, unable to help admiring what he saw—and that revelation slammed into him. He found Robert attractive. He loved kissing him. When Robert touched him he was blatantly aroused. So why was he so shaken? Had Robert been right? He had been shocked because he was intrigued by the idea of making love with Robert? Shocked that he wanted to touch him? Was it wrong, feeling this way for another man? It seemed so right, so natural. David had never felt this way for anyone else. Certainly never for another man, but not for a woman either. He had thought he was in love with Hattie Moore a few years ago, so much so that for a while he had wanted to propose marriage to her, but it had never been like this, never this allconsuming need to be near, to want to touch, to be held, to feel the contact of lips again. So why had he baulked like that? Because it was a man that made him feel this way, and that was wrong? According to everything he had ever heard in church, yes. But how could that be? He knew now the emotions came from deep inside, from his heart and soul: feelings for a good, honourable man who risked his life time and again to help others. How could loving such a person be anything but right?

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With a deep sigh of relief, David stared at the sky overhead, at the stars sparkling in the heavens and knew he was right. Knew Robert was also right to want to make love with him. He turned to face him again, his profile visible in the eerie moonlight. David rolled nearer and, very carefully, reached out a hand and ran a finger over Robert’s lips, not quite touching, just tracing the line of his mouth. Then he moved his hand lower, drifting over his neck and down his chest until his hand hovered over a nipple. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered the hand until he could feel the heat of Robert’s body through his thin shirt as he gently touched the nipple, caressing it lightly, making it harden at his touch. His own breath deepened at the sensation the contact caused in his own body and he circled the rose coloured area, watching in fascination as the tiny nub stiffened even more. Suddenly he felt a change, he did not know what exactly, maybe Robert’s breathing changed, or there was a slight gasp, but he looked up and found Robert watching him again. He snatched his hand away but unexpectedly Robert grabbed it and held it firm for a second before bringing it back to his chest. Smiling, Robert released him and laid the palm flat on his own chest before drawing his own hand away and dropping it by his side. He did not say a word, just kept his eyes on David, a slight smile on his lips, making himself completely vulnerable to him. David stared into his eyes and the emotion he saw there, the absolute trust, brought a lump to his throat and without volition he leaned down and kissed Robert. For the first time he initiated a kiss and it wasn’t until his lips clung to his lover that he even realized it. It had just felt so...natural. He broke the kiss to pull back and look at Robert, saying, “I am sorry, I know now what was wrong. You were right, it is not you I am afraid of, it is myself. I wanted this, I wanted to touch you and it was...new, different...” “Scary?” Robert smiled. David could not help but smile back, “Yes, scary how much I feel for you.” Robert’s smile faded a little as he looked long and hard into David’s face. Lifting his hands he took David’s face between them and staring directly into the man’s wide eyes, he declared, “I love you.” As David gasped at the words, Robert slid his

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tongue into David’s mouth and explored him thoroughly. David was still gasping when Robert finally released him. “Oh, Robert, I love you too,” he whispered. He dropped his head against the older man’s shoulder, kissing his neck. Robert’s world righted itself again, he could trust his instincts; he had been right about David. “I know, I was just waiting for you to realize it,” Robert said softly, kissing his hair. “It’s all right, stay, rest, we have plenty of time.” David did not say anything but his hand returned to Robert’s chest and he idly caressed him until he finally fell asleep in Robert’s arms. Robert just lay there holding him, thanking whoever was listening for letting him finally have what he needed.

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Chapter Eight Tom did indeed complete his errand for the mate and then immediately sought out his sister. She had developed a fondness for being on deck whenever possible and had found a particular point along the aft port railing that was out of the way of the workings of the crew most of the time. Tom found her at her usual spot and she too was looking at the distant ship. He moved close to her so they could have a private conversation, knowing very well his opinion of the Corsairs would not be welcomed and if Achmed heard him he would earn a beating. Suzanna had never been able to interfere with his treatment as a member of the crew. Malik had made it quite clear he had to earn his keep and how he did so was the purview of the first mate. “You see it?” he whispered to her. She turned to him with a frown. “You know what they are going to do? They are going to attack it, kill and maim and make slaves of those who survive,” he spoke harshly. “Do you think I do not know that?” “How can you stand being with a man who would do that?” She gave a frustrated sigh, “I know you do not understand, I probably would not have done so either before I experienced it,” she admitted ruefully, “but I love him, really love him and no one else matters.” “Not even me,” Tom said bitterly. “No, no, I did not mean you, you are my brother, I love you,” she grabbed his shoulders, almost shaking him in her frustrated anger. “Do you not understand this is what we have been waiting for? After the raid the ship will head for Tripoli with the new cargo...” “Cargo!” Tom spat.

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“All right, all right! The new slaves will be sold in Tripoli...” Tom interrupted to mutter resentfully, “Me too, I bet!” “No, no, Malik has promised me you will not be sold, he is going to set you free.” “And, of course, you believe him. After all, he is such a respectable pirate,” he said sarcastically. She ignored the jibe and just watched as Malik directed his crew while the ship altered course to intercept the European vessel. **** The following day was long but relaxing, travelling gently along the Nile by felucca. After the arid desert, the green swathe on either side of the river was a revelation, making it cooler and more pleasant on the water. They still wore their Egyptian robes to keep the direct sun off them. David volunteered that the sailboat had not changed since the days of the Pharaohs and he allowed himself to drift back in time, imagining what it must have been like living in those days. He spoke to Robert sporadically, describing what he imagined, what he felt it must have been like to live along this river as a peasant in ancient Egypt. Robert was quite happy just to lean against the rail listening to David talk as they watched the countryside slip past that David had dreamed of seeing for so long. When David was not speaking to him, Robert watched his very expressive face and allowed his mind to wander back to last night and then forward to what he hoped his future with David would be. For whatever the rest of his life would bring, he intended to share it with David. He had already lost one love; he was going to hold on to this one no matter what. Perhaps sensing he was being watched, David slowly turned to Robert and the older man met his gaze steadily, a slow smile gracing his features. David appeared embarrassed and dropped his eyes. Robert reached out and with one finger lifted his lover’s chin, said, “No, David, please do not do that. Your eyes show so much; I never want you to feel you have to hide from me.”

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David nodded and said in a low voice, “I have never been in love before, I...I am overwhelmed. Do you not know that your eyes are as revealing as you say mine are? When you look at me like that, I feel like you are caressing me.” “I am, David,” Robert said softly. Smiling, David blushed and whispered, “I want to kiss you.” “Hold that thought,” Robert answered breathily. Not too long after that, David’s excitement spiked when he saw the pyramids of the Giza plateau on the horizon for the first time. They seemed close enough to touch and Robert laughed as he told him they were still hours away. David’s eyes widened at the implication. He knew the size of the huge structures but understanding the math was not the same as actually seeing them in their true splendour. He watched in mounting anticipation as the edifices grew in size, in grandeur; he kept darting his eyes at Robert and the older man was reminded of a child wanting to ask his parent for something but knowing it was too soon yet for an answer. “We should be in Cairo in another hour, David, but it will be too late to go and see the pyramids today.” “Robert,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. He laughed, “David, they have been here for thousands of years; they will be here tomorrow. Seriously, it is not safe after dark.” David sighed dramatically and Robert was hard-pressed not to smile. “Very well, you know best I guess.” Faking shock, Robert replied, “You guess!” David knew he was being absurd and grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I have waited so long, the idea of waiting again...” he shrugged. “I am pretty sure I can think of something to make the evening pass pleasantly,” Robert said suggestively. **** A few hours later they were sitting on the veranda of Faisal’s house on the outskirts of Cairo, staring at the outline of the pyramids against the starlit sky. David sipped tea while Robert drank thick Egyptian coffee. Faisal was Robert’s agent in

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Cairo and Robert had a standing invitation to stay with him when he visited the city. David had thought he knew what to expect but he had not anticipated how romantic the pyramids would be when lit by the moon. It seemed they had an inner light; he knew that was only his imagination but he did not care, it just felt so good. Faisal was very excitable and was obviously extremely fond of Robert, and David had taken to the small man immediately. He had obviously been pleased to meet a European archaeologist, dismissing David’s assertion that he was only an amateur. Robert sat back enjoying the verbal sparring, after which Faisal had declared that David knew as much if not more than the supposed experts he had met. Faisal was going to take them out to Giza the next morning and show David the pyramids and the Great Sphinx and David was bursting with excitement. Sitting out here now, well after midnight, David was about as calm as he had been all day. “Ready to go to bed yet, David?” Robert asked quietly. Faisal had already retired. David turned with a gentle sigh, “Yes, I did not want this day to end but then tomorrow should be even more wonderful,” he said as Robert led the way to their room. “There is still the night yet, David,” Robert remarked softly as he gazed at him. “Remember I told you to ‘hold that thought’?” Smiling, David nodded. He had not forgotten at all but he did not feel confident yet to do anything other than follow Robert’s lead. He thought back to his surprise when Faisal had given them a room together without the slightest hesitation. He could not help a flash of jealousy at the idea that Faisal had played host to Robert and any number of male companions on his previous trips to Cairo but he did not know how to broach the subject. Or if he even should. Preparing for bed, David discovered he was nervous and he tried to convince himself it was because this would be their first time together in an actual bed. Robert must have picked up on his anxiety because he asked David what was bothering him. “Nothing,” David replied quickly, too quickly.

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“What did we say about not hiding from me? Don’t prevaricate, David. I know something is bothering you.” With sudden insight, he asked, “Is it because Faisal never even offered you a room to yourself?” David turned away, an answer in itself. Robert waited and after a minute, David murmured, “I wondered who else you had brought here, if...if you…” Suddenly he turned back and said, “Have you ever,” he paused, biting his lower lip, “cared about anyone else…since Malik?” Robert sucked in a breath and then took David’s shoulders in his hands and stared directly into his eyes. “Malik was the only other person I ever loved but I have not been celibate for all those years, David. Faisal knows my preferences and yes, I have been with others under his roof. Faisal does not know the truth of what I feel for you, though he did assume our relationship and I am sorry if that caused you embarrassment but I cannot change my past. I can only promise that my future is yours and yours alone.” David saw the sincerity in his lover’s eyes and, knowing he could be no less honest, he said, “I knew you were not celibate Robert, I saw you in your bedroom a few weeks ago.” He quickly added, “I was not spying, it was just one night when I could not sleep and I…I did not see very much, I was too…” his voice faded, his eyes troubled. “David, it is…” Interrupting, David did not want to hear anything about the young Arab in Robert’s bed, “I am sorry if I hurt you in bringing all this up. I have no right to pry into your past but…” “David, I have nothing I want to hide from you. Anything you want to know, ask. I should have explained myself before, avoided all this, but it never really occurred to me that Faisal expecting us to share would upset you.” “No, no, what has gone before is really none of my business. I just… I guess I needed to know if there was anyone else you had ever felt serious about.” David stopped, totally embarrassed. What was he doing? Robert was a normal healthy male! “I am sorry; I should never have said anything. I should have trusted you.” David gave a shaky smile and said, “You could always teach me something tonight.”

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“Oh, I intend to,” Robert replied huskily, taking David in his arms. Sensations overwhelming him, David leaned into the embrace, accepting the kiss hungrily, fingers digging into Robert’s shoulders. They broke apart, gasping for breath, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Both men were naked from the waist up, though still wearing trousers. Robert reached out, brushing a hand over David’s groin. “Easier without these,” he smiled and without speaking David made to remove them. Still smiling, Robert took off his clothes too and lay on the bed watching a nervous David. “Come here,” he said softly and the younger man lay down beside him. Robert looked at him for a long moment, one hand gently caressing his lover’s bicep and then he turned away to open the drawer in the bedside cabinet and withdrew a small bottle. “What is that?” David asked nervously. “Almond oil, it is wonderful for helping with relaxation,” Robert explained. “Let me show you.” David nodded and with Robert’s encouragement he turned over and lay on his front, resting his head on his folded arms. He turned his head so he could watch what Robert was doing. The older man had opened the bottle and spread some of the perfumed oil on his hands. Then, with a quick glance at his lover, Robert sat astride him, smiling as David shivered when Robert’s cock brushed against the swell of his buttocks. Leaning over, Robert started a gentle massage, beginning with David’s neck, using long sweeping strokes across each shoulder and then down his arms. Slowly he retraced his movements and then repeated them before returning to his partner’s shoulders. Quickly kissing David’s nape, Robert gently moved down his broad back, caressing the sleek muscles, massaging down his sides and then onto his hips. Robert moved back slightly, enabling better access to his lower back and finally the plump globes beneath him. Over his shoulder, David saw Robert smile, obviously enjoying the feeling of skin under his oiled fingers. The smile became a grin at the sighs that slipped from David’s mouth. David had never experienced anything remotely like this; it was heaven to feel the tender touch of the man he loved so

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much. At the beginning it had been relaxing to feel the gentle ministrations but as the massage continued, David’s reaction to it changed and now each movement, each brush of a finger against his flesh ignited fires deep inside that ran through his body, all congregating in his groin. He squirmed against the bedding beneath him, unable to keep still or to stop the murmurs from escaping. Robert was caressing his buttocks now and each stroke was banking the fire in his cock. David had never been so hard. “Like that?” Robert asked gruffly. So lost in his pleasure, until David felt the breath from the words fluttered across his ear, he did not know that Robert had lain down over his back. Smiling back at him over his shoulder, David murmured, “Oh yes. God, Robert, I am…I am so close just from…” Robert took his words into his mouth as he kissed him avidly. “Not yet,” he sighed, “Wait.” David stared at him, eyes wide, his pupils almost black with passion as Robert began a slow steady slide up and down his back, his cock rubbing intimately along the crease of David’s ass. The weight on his back meant David was unable to move against the sheets other than to rock a little as Robert slid over him, but the sheer bliss of the sensations roiling through him brought tears to his eyes. David felt Robert’s mouth on his neck again but instead of a kiss he felt the other man nibble at his skin and he arched his neck to allow him better access. Robert suddenly bit down into the flesh, not enough to break the skin but enough to make David cry out his name. Then the older man was licking away the momentary pain, finally kissing the spot before rolling off David, who glanced at him questioningly. “Turn over,” Robert said softly, and when David had done so Robert nudged his legs apart and lay between them. His eyes never leaving David’s, Robert slid his body a little lower until he could nuzzle into David’s pubic hair, inhaling his scent for the first time. He dropped his eyes then, staring closely at his partner’s cock before he took his first taste. David arched off the bed with a gasp as Robert’s hot breath closed over him. “Oh God,” he murmured.

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Robert smiled and began to slowly glide up and down the cock in his mouth, licking and sucking languidly and it was only a minute or so before he had to reach up a hand to hold David steady so he would not gag on the squirming man beneath him. Looking up again a few moments later, he was delighted to see that David’s head was thrashing about on his pillow, his young lover lost in the ecstasy he was experiencing. Robert did not think he was going to last much longer now and, using his free hand he began to caress David’s heavy balls, making him moan anew and he jerked as his orgasm assailed him. Bringing his new lover to his first climax made every nerve in Robert’s body sing with pleasure; he had never felt so alive and he was not at all surprised when his own seed seeped onto the sheet beneath him. He had not needed to even touch himself. The friction caused by his movements over David’s body was enough. After a few seconds he lifted up to lie alongside David, taking the younger man into his arms for a melting kiss. “Oh God, Robert, that was…that was…” “Remarkable,” Robert sighed. “Remarkable,” David echoed, his voice sounding so far away. **** The next morning a happy and sated David awoke, reaching out for his lover but the bed was empty. For a moment he was at a loss; why would Robert have left him after the glorious night they had spent together? David had thought he knew how his body reacted, how much he could feel but he discovered last night that he had so much to learn and Robert was a very talented teacher. His skin tingled with the sense memory of Robert’s hands touching him, bringing him to a higher level of pleasure than he had ever felt before. He could not help but wonder how much else he yet had to experience. But, where was Robert? Even as the thought slipped through his mind, the door opened and a beloved voice said, “Come on sleepy head, time to get up. You have a dream to follow today.” David grinned and launched himself out of bed and straight into Robert’s arms, “I missed you,” he declared.

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Robert smiled and kissed him long and deep. “I love you too,” he murmured. “Now, stop tempting me and come along, Faisal has breakfast waiting.” Shortly afterwards, Faisal and Robert took an excited David to finally follow his dream and visit the pyramids of Giza. David could hardly believe what he was seeing. “It is so much bigger than I could possibly have imagined,” he said in awe as he stood at quite a distance from the base of the great pyramid. He stared up and up and still had to lean back to see the very top. Robert laughed and Faisal said in a wistful voice, “You won, Robert.” “Won?” David asked, looking from one to the other. “Your friend bet the first words you would say would be about how it was bigger than you expected,” a smiling Faisal said. “And what did he win?” David asked. “Ah, that would be telling,” Robert interjected before Faisal could answer and no matter how David pushed Robert would not say. They spent hours wandering over the huge site observing the three pyramids, each with an accompanying temple complex and then the Sphinx guarding the entrance to the site. David could not decide where to look first; he truly had an embarrassment of riches! As the day wore on and David was still wandering from place to place, Robert glanced at Faisal and asked, “Shall we show him the treasure trove?” Faisal grinned and turned left. Robert gripped David’s bicep, leading him to follow. “Treasure trove?” David asked as he was pulled along. Faisal led them to the edge of the temple complex near the Sphinx and into a small stone room under the floor of the main chamber. It was cool down there and illuminated only by torches lit by Faisal when he entered the lower levels. Once there he guided his hand along one of the wall carvings and then pressed a certain section, and a portion of the wall to the left opened, like a door. Open-mouthed, David followed the other two men inside to find yet another smaller stone room. Again, Faisal lit prepared

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torches and David looked around the room. The whole day had been so much more exciting than he could possibly have imagined; he wondered what else could be in store. His eyes became accustomed to the light level and David was flabbergasted by the sight that met his eyes. All along one wall of the stone room was a bench and it was littered, literally littered with items that had been thrown randomly onto its surface: pieces of pottery, small statuary, larger pieces of funerary art, funerary jars where the internal organs of the Pharaoh or other occupant of the tomb were supposed to be kept, so many items he could not even put a name to. He was speechless—for about ten seconds, when he asked in a gruff voice, “What is this?” “This is where I bring things that I think Robert may find of interest,” Faisal explained, picking up a small statue of a cat. “And you just leave objects here, like this?” David was surprised, to say the least. “Oh, it is perfectly safe. I found this room when I was a child and keep it my secret. Strangers would never get this far.” Faisal did not explain this comment but David got the firm impression that these ancient items were well protected. “Years later,” the Egyptian went on to explain, “It was to prove the perfect storage place for the items I collect for Robert. They are far safer hidden here than in my home or Robert’s official warehouse.” David nodded, then turned his attention back to his surroundings. “You have some remarkable things here,” he commented, fingering one of the funerary jars. “Yes, David, and I think you could be of great help to me with these and other articles like them,” Robert said smiling. “What do you mean, I could be of great help?” asked David warily. He suddenly had an odd sensation in his stomach. “As I said before, David, Faisal and I have a fair idea of what looks good, what people back in England would like to have in their parlours and salons, but I think you might know what is really interesting to the English collector. If we can present an item with more background information it would add to the...interest value.”

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“Add to its price you mean,” David remarked brusquely. “You brought me here under false pretences. I really thought it was a gift you were giving me, bringing me to Egypt but it was just for your own purposes! You did not have to lie to me,” David said cuttingly, turning away from him. He had been such a fool, how could he have been so naïve? Behind him Robert made a gesture to Faisal, the Egyptian understood and rapidly left the two friends alone. “I have not lied to you, David. I did not mention the artefacts before we got here because I did not think you would...” “You thought I would be too grateful after all you have done for me,” David interrupted with a shake of his head, “And I guess I am. But did you have to...to play with my feelings like that? Make me care for you so very much, when it was all just to...” His anger took over from his self-pity and he turned back to face his so-called lover. Eyes blazing, he added, “You are two-faced, Robert Charteris!” He stormed past an open-mouthed Robert out into the passage beyond which eventually led to the surface. David walked into the hot sun but all he felt was cold, except for the hot tears he refused to let fall. Suddenly he heard pounding footsteps and a hand grabbed him and spun him around. “What the hell are you talking about?” Robert demanded, sounding as much confused as he did angry. “Why are you calling me two-faced? I thought you would be excited at the idea of helping me, of using your expertise, it never occurred to me you would object. And what is this about playing with your feelings? What the hell are you accusing me of?” **** David stared at him, his eyes cold and hard and with a kick to his stomach Robert suddenly understood what David had meant, what he thought. “God, David, you think I would stoop that low, that I would...” Robert gripped his stomach; he thought he was going to throw up. Gruffly he whispered, “I thought you trusted me. I thought you knew me.”

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“So did I,” David said, but some of the anger had gone from his voice. Now he only sounded sad. Squashing his unease, Robert straightened and faced David. He began speaking quietly, “I never lied to you, David, not once. I did bring you here because it was your dream. As I told you, I would have come to see Faisal soon anyway, and it never even occurred to me that you would object to using your expertise to help me,” he repeated. He took a breath, trying to calm his beating heart. Wiping a hand across his brow, Robert began again, stress making his voice raise a little. “I have to keep my funds coming in, David, how else do you suppose I finance my life in Tripoli, my efforts to help free the slaves? How the hell do you think I bought your freedom?” he demanded, anger adding heat to his voice. David blanched at the comment, and Robert immediately felt guilty, he had not meant to hurt the younger man. His own thoughtlessness at not mentioning his intentions to David had caused this confusion, he had no right now to be angry at him. “Damn it!” Robert sighed then added more gently, “Sorry, I never meant any of this to happen. But believe me when I say I have never lied to you.” He did not mention the pain he felt at the lack of trust, accepting that perhaps he had precipitated it. “Do you not understand that my business is only a means to an end but it is no less essential for all that? As far as the authorities and everyone else is concerned, I am a selfish westerner whose only interest is in making money to support my lavish lifestyle. Why else would I live somewhere where my kind is not really wanted?” “I pay ‘gratuities’ to various officials so I can continue to operate in Tripoli. What is not so obvious, of course, is that every penny of profit I make goes to helping the slaves in any way I can. Each rare artefact I find that goes to England or somewhere else in Europe, or that I sell to another dealer, adds a percentage to my funds.” After a few long uncomfortable moments, a flushed David finally broke eye contact and nodded. “I think it is I who should apologise,” he said hesitantly. “I...jumped to conclusions. I suddenly saw an avaricious trader and forgot my generous friend.” David shook his head and with a deprecating smile, he

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continued, “I am sorry and if you can forgive me, I will try to do what I can to choose the best pieces for you. It would be a lot better if I could see them where they were found, to give me better context for their use and meaning, but I understand if that is not possible.” Robert was glad for the apology and the offer of help, but he was heavy-hearted that David had not mentioned their personal relationship. Last night had been a wonderful experience, as new in its own way for him as it had been for David. “Thank you. That would be of assistance,” he said formally. **** David stepped forward cautiously, not knowing how to bridge this gap he had thrown up between them. He sensed that Robert had been very stung by his lack of faith and knew the man had just cause. This was their first hurdle and he had fallen spectacularly. “Robert, I do not know how to say this,” David began carefully, not helped by the fact that Robert would not look at him, but just stared at a spot over his left shoulder. He continued regardless, “I said an awful thing to you and I have no excuse, except perhaps I was hurting and wanted to hurt you back. But it was all a terrible misunderstanding on my part. It was inexcusable and I understand if I have...if you cannot forgive me.” He prayed he was wrong. Slowly Robert brought his gaze to bear on David who stoically met the look. “Do you really believe that I could behave so dishonourably?” Robert asked quietly. “No, I believe you are incapable of such behaviour. And, Robert I do trust you. I trusted you the first time I saw you and I cannot explain why my instinct failed me now.” “David, without your trust I have nothing, do you understand?” “Yes,” David moved closer, staring directly into Robert’s eyes, “And without your forgiveness I have nothing. I love you. Forgive me?” Robert reached out, grabbing David by the nape of his neck, “Always,” he whispered, capturing his lover’s lips and

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David sank into the embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around Robert as he responded. They broke apart and David laid his head on Robert’s shoulder. “I really am sorry,” he said, his breath ghosting over Robert’s neck, “I do not understand why I overreacted like that. Unless I could hardly believe my luck that you could love me too.” “Are you serious? I am the lucky one, that you would even give me a second glance. Do you not know how...how beautiful you are? I am almost thirty-six, what do you see in an old fool like me?” “Beautiful? You think I am beautiful? Maybe you need spectacles,” David smiled. “And I do not care what age you will be next birthday. You are everything I could possibly want and more. Can we...later do you think you might like...?” His voice faded. “What...what are you trying to ask?” Robert prompted. “I was thinking about penetration,” David said quietly. “Not unless you are sure. I have told you I am in no hurry. Do not say it just because you feel guilty over this misunderstanding.” David nodded. The truth was that he was unsure. Part of him really wanted to be that close to Robert, whether to give or receive, but part of him was terrified of such intimacy. He knew Robert was right, he had to be sure or he could ruin it for both of them. **** They spent two more days in Cairo, most of it allowing David to explore the Giza plateau to his heart’s content, but two days in such a huge site was nothing. David was trying to see everything but it was impossible. To allow him as much time during the daylight hours as possible, Robert arranged that each day Faisal would pack up some of the items from their storeroom that he thought were most interesting and take them back to his house. In the evening, David looked over each piece carefully and, in discussion amongst the three of them, they picked out the most promising artefacts. David was not a bit surprised to find that Faisal was very knowledgeable about the various pieces and told Robert that he

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already had an expert in all things Egyptian and he did not really need his so-called expert advice. Faisal was very pleased but stated that he might have a feel for what was special but he did not have the historical knowledge that David had garnered from the books he had read. Robert laughed and told them to forget the mutual appreciation society and just combine their knowledge to give him the best articles to sell. When it came time for them to leave, Robert told Faisal that next time he brought David they would have more time to spend with him. He turned to David but still continued to talk to Faisal, “And next time I want to take him up the Nile to Thebes.” “Of course, Robert and I shall make all the arrangements. It will be a wonderful trip,” Faisal smiled at David whose mouth was opening and closing but no words were issuing forth. “Ah, I think this is the first time I have seen him unable to speak,” the Egyptian laughed. “A rare sight indeed,” Robert agreed, desperately trying not to laugh. David glared at him but deigned not to answer. Instead he turned to Faisal and said, “Thank you for being such a wonderful host, you have made my stay here memorable.” Faisal was obviously touched by his sincerity, especially when Robert just snorted and opened the door to leave. “No manners, your friend,” Faisal said to David. “Maybe you could teach him some.” The Egyptian smiled a goodbye as David hurried after Robert who was already walking to carefully sling his pack of precious artefacts over a camel’s back for the short trip to the Nile, where they would pick up a felucca for their return trip to Alexandria and then ship home to Tripoli.

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Chapter Nine Malik smiled as he realized the English ship obviously knew she was being tracked as she desperately piled on more sail, but he also knew it was useless. Compared to the Ocean Pearl, the other vessel was ungainly and unwieldy; it was only a matter of time before they closed the gap. He knew these waters north of Tripoli better than any foreign captain. The English ship was making for the straights between Malta and Sicily, presumably heading for Greece, and Malik was well aware that the currents there could be treacherous. Chasing the other ship to that location would be dangerous, most especially for the merchantman. He turned around, looking for Achmed and instead he saw Suzanna and Tom standing together by the rail at her favourite spot. He opened his mouth in preparation to shout for her to go below and to call Tom to duty but then he realized that would anger her on two points. First, she was determined to fit into his life and perhaps this...this baptism of fire, he smiled at his own romanticism at using that phrase, was what was needed for them both to believe she could really do that. As for Tom, she would be furious if he forced him to take part in the attack as part of his crew. Her only concern for him was to get Tom off the ship at the earliest possible opportunity, and now her problems had to mean something to him too. As much as she wanted to fit into his life, he loved her and wanted to fit into hers. He had done enough harm to young Tom; he would do no more. Malik moved swiftly across the deck and told Suzanna that if she wished she could stay on deck, providing she kept out of the way and took careful cover when they attacked the English ship. She readily agreed and then glanced at Tom, an unspoken question in her glance.

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“Tom, I want you to stay with your sister, ensure her safety. Watch her closely; her protection is in your hands.” “Yes, sir,” Tom said quickly, grateful that he was not expected to take part in the attack. Over his shoulder Suzanna smiled her thanks at her lover, knowing very well he did this for Tom’s benefit and not for hers. With one last quick smile, Malik turned back and yelled for Achmed and together they laid out their plan of attack. It was simple and had worked many times before. The Ocean Pearl was slowly gaining on the other ship, reeling it in; the larger craft tried to run, of course, but it was no match for the speed and manoeuvrability of the Corsair; their vessels were designed for just such action. The English ship tried various manoeuvres to lose its pursuer but the Corsair was too good and the Barbary pirates got closer and closer. At Malik’s nod, Achmed ordered the cannon to fire a shot across her bow. The ship tacked yet again and an angry Malik turned his vessel to intercept them once again, and this time when he sent a shot into her side; it struck the rail. Still the Ocean Pearl was gaining ground and Malik judged her close enough that his call would be heard. He shouted in English that if they did not heave to, the next shot would strike below the water line. It was a threat he had no intention of keeping but while the other captain dithered at the warning to his ship and all aboard her, Malik brought his vessel close enough for boarding lines to be thrown. That enabled his crew to draw their ships even closer together and under the guns of his marksmen, preventing the other crew from cutting the lines. There was sporadic gunfire of pistols and muskets, one bullet hitting close to where Suzanna and Tom were watching from and Tom yanked his sister lower down behind the bulwarks. In the end the captured merchantman was no match for his Corsair crew and they swarmed aboard. Soon the crew and passengers of the English ship were captives, with only three of the English sailors dying during the exchange. **** Robert and David had been back in Tripoli two days when word finally came of which mine the sailor, Marsden, was being held at. It was one of the salt mines, near a place called Misratah

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about one hundred and thirty miles west of Tripoli on the edge of the Gulf of Sidra. The whole area along the gulf coast consisted of sand dunes and salt marshes and the salt was gathered from deposits around the lagoons between the dunes and marshes. It was difficult, backbreaking work under the hot sun and working with the salt in that heat meant the slaves were continually thirsty. Charles told David that the conditions there were horrendous. Robert got a large map out to study the area and David leaned over his shoulder. “Oh,” he said pointing, “Leptis Magna was about halfway between here and the Gulf. No wonder the Romans built a port there, perfect location for the salt mines.” “Okay, David, but can you get your mind out of the past, we need help in the present,” Robert said with a slight edge to his voice. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes,” David admitted sheepishly. “Anyway there is nothing there now, I have been there,” Robert waved a hand vaguely in the area David had pointed out. “Whatever the Romans built there, the sands have covered it over long since.” David sighed, “Yes, that makes sense, it was two thousand years ago. What is this mine like? Has anyone ever been there?” Aram explained that one of the Brothers had been there on a couple of occasions trying to help the slaves and he had drawn a plan of the mine compound showing where the salt was stored, the location of the guardhouse and the cells where the prisoners were kept overnight. He laid it out on Robert’s desk and they all poured over it and then spent some time discussing various options for rescuing Marsden. **** Now that the moon was sheathed in cloud, it was very dark and all at once David felt the cold more keenly. It was remarkable how sand that was baking only a few short hours ago was now so chilled. He pulled his robe tighter around him, feeling quite comfortable now in his native garb. Robert had told him to stay close and he happily obeyed, never having done anything so rash, or so brave, before. He had

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been lectured long and hard on what to do and what not to do, but it had all boiled down to staying close to Robert while Charles would stay by Aram. David was to take no risk whatsoever. He was told quite markedly that it was not for him to risk his life for Marsden. Robert wanted to help the young sailor, but he would lose no one’s life to do it. It did not escape David’s attention that Robert was staring right at him when he said it. The plan was fairly simple. After dark there were four guards patrolling the perimeter of the mine compound, which was a large area beside the mine workings. The patrols seemed more automatic than considered necessary which would hopefully be good for their rescue attempt. There was a large warehouse-type structure where the salt was stored and, besides the slave blockhouse, there was a large guardhouse where all those not on duty were sequestered. Robert’s plan was to slip through when the guards patrolling were at their farthest point apart. Inside the stone blockhouse where the slaves slept were only two guards. The fifty or so slaves were crammed in the small rooms, six or eight to a cell with bars for a door. The building had one main entrance, which was nothing more than a barred gate and at the opposite end of the long corridor was a window with no glass, just more bars. Aram still had one talent taught to him by his father; he could throw a short spear with unerring accuracy. Timing would be everything; Robert would dispose of the guard at the gate while Aram took out the other one through the rear window. When David had asked Robert how he intended to handle the guard at the barred gate, Robert had quietly told him he was also good with a knife. “There is no other way? You have to kill them?” David had queried, clearly troubled. “It has to be a quick, quiet kill so as not to rouse the other guards,” Aram replied. “Do you suppose we want to kill these men, David? But, do you not expect that the guards would kill us first if they find us trying to free the slaves?” Robert hesitated as he looked at him. “I will not risk our lives by doing this any other way. But,

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David, if you cannot be a party to that, I understand. You could just stay here,” he added. He did not need to include that he would personally prefer it if David stayed safely behind in Tripoli during the rescue. “No, I understand,” David replied. “I do not have to like it, but I am prepared to do what is necessary. Slavery is evil and has to be challenged any way we can.” So, he and Charles would act as lookouts, one with each man to watch their backs. As he watched now, David was nervous. He would not even admit to himself that he was afraid. The land was fairly rough and uneven and they had been lying here for some time observing from behind a slight rise, watching while the guards came together, nodded at each other and passed on their way. This was the third time they had seen them cross like that and Robert had been timing their routine. On this occasion Robert nodded he was ready so when he signalled the moment had come, they rose and keeping low they ran swiftly and silently across the mine compound to the blockhouse, coming to a halt in its shadows. Here they split into two groups, Aram going to the left with Charles as his lookout and David following Robert to the right. They came to a halt at the very edge of the corner, where Robert glanced back to see where Aram was. The big black man lifted a hand to indicate he was ready; the spear was clearly visible in his raised hand. Robert silently indicated that David should stay where he was while Robert took out his knife and prepared to tackle the guard. He peered very carefully around the corner, getting his bearing on the guard and then, with a final look at Aram, Robert swiftly moved around the corner and at virtually the same moment he threw his knife at the unsuspecting man lolling against the wall just inside the gate. The knife sliced into the man’s throat and the only sound he was able to make was a gurgling noise as his blood filled his mouth. He was dead before he hit the ground. At the same moment Aram threw his spear into the man at the other end of the long narrow corridor fronting the cells. He too was hit in the throat, cutting off any possibility of a call for help.

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In the cells the sleeping men, who had huddled together for whatever warmth they could find in their companions, never heard a thing. Robert was already on his knees by the gate, reaching inside to pull the dead man nearer to remove the key on his belt. He used it to open the gate and he and David hurried inside and Charles swiftly followed. It had been arranged that Aram would stay outside in the shadows of the wall, keeping an eye out for the patrolling guards. Charles and David knew Marsden by sight so it was their job to find the young sailor, though that was to prove harder than they had expected. The slaves were wearing little more than rags and they were filthy. To complicate things even more they had long hair and beards. Also, unfortunately the slaves began to wake and Robert was continually whispering for them to keep quiet so as not to alert the guards. It was becoming a losing battle. Finally, in the third cell, David saw Marsden and called the young sailor over. The other six occupants crowded behind him. When Marsden recognized Charles he guessed what must be happening. The moment he was out of the cell, Marsden smiled and walked over to his erstwhile first mate, who hugged him, glad to see the man in a fairly reasonable condition. At a nod from Robert, Charles went to join Aram on guard outside. **** “You gonna get us out?” Marsden asked Robert, having enough sense to keep his voice low. “We actually only came for you,” Robert answered starkly. He knew what was going to happen next and he could hardly believe he had been so relieved to have found Marsden and so determined to get him out that he had not considered this situation. He had been stupid, he realized belatedly, blinded by the desire to help Winstanley and please his lover. “You can’t expect me to leave ‘em behind. Do you know what it’s like here?” Marsden questioned harshly. “Yes, I do but there are only four of us and there are at least twenty guards, we only came prepared to take you out as quickly and quietly as possible.”

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“I can’t go without them,” Marsden whispered desperately, “We’ve kept each other alive, I can’t!” “Please, Robert, you cannot leave them behind,” interceded David, “We have to free them all.” “Damn it!” he ground out angrily. “David, do you know what you are asking?” David nodded, his eyes wide, and Robert sighed. He had known from the moment Marsden spoke that they were in deep trouble. David would never be able to think of slavery in the abstract. “Get Charles, quietly.” To Marsden he said, “Right, but you have to understand we only have a few weapons and with so many men...” he let the silence speak for him. He handed the keys to Marsden who met his glance with a hard stare. “Open the cells but please, try and keep them quiet or we will all be caught.” He expected it was a hopeless request but what else could he do? David returned with Winstanley, who immediately asked, “What’s going on here?” “He insists we take everyone, he refuses to go without them,” Robert explained. Winstanley stared at the young sailor and saw a world of pain in Marsden’s eyes. Having experienced a little of what he must have gone through while he was still in the prison and then as a house slave, he could well imagine the empathy Marsden felt for his fellow prisoners. And he had been a slave for only a few days; Marsden had been captive for months. He doubted if he could have done any different if he had been in his position. “I see,” he said, and hefting his pistol in one hand he withdrew his sword from his scabbard with the other and offered it to the sailor, “You want this?” he asked Marsden, who took it with alacrity. While they had been talking, David used the keys to open all the other cells and the long corridor was now crowded with about fifty slaves, many English but some French, a couple of Italians and even an American. David was quickly telling the Europeans in their own language that they must be quiet if they were to have a chance of escaping. Charles passed out the extra weapons the four men had brought with them. It was little enough and he chose three men at random.

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Watching the proceedings, Aram beckoned Robert over and spoke to him very quietly, “You know this is impossible. Even if we can get them free we have no way to take them with us. We only have enough animals to mount the five of us. “I know but what the hell can I do? Marsden was going to make a fuss and even David does not seem to see how impossible this is.” As they were whispering between them, Winstanley approached, indicating Marsden, who had joined David while speaking softly to the others. “What are we going to do? This is a disaster.” Realizing he was of the same frame of mind as they were, Robert said, “We have to go along with this, make sure we get Marsden out. I have not come all this way for nothing. Maybe a few can evade capture and...” “And what?” Winstanley interrupted. “You know better than anyone, without help they don’t have a chance. Damn, this is all my fault, I should’ve known...” “This is not your fault, I have been doing this for years, I got...I promised you and myself that I would do this and I overreached my abilities,” Robert admitted regretfully. “There is nothing for it but to do the best we can to carry out the plan we left home with. I am sorry for the others but there is nothing we can do.” “We must stop wasting time, and take action,” Aram said sharply. Robert nodded and they swiftly moved back to the knot of men filling the corridor. “David, Marsden,” Robert said, his voice low but authoritative and the two young men came forward. “We stick to the plan,” he told David, which the younger man knew meant that he was now to stay close to Marsden and Charles while Robert led the way and Aram took the rear position. He nodded and Charles moved to the other side of Marsden, telling the sailor to stick by him. David glanced at the other men, suddenly understanding that Robert meant for them to fend for themselves. David was not happy at his decision yet he understood the older man had little choice, and he fell in step as Robert led the way out of the blockhouse. The original plan had been to once again try and

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sneak out between the patrolling guards, but with more than fifty of them that was now impossible. David realized his impulsive plea in support of Marsden had been reckless and thoughtless. How on earth could he expect Robert to free another fifty men with no pre-planned strategy? Robert was moving at a fast pace, almost running as he led the group towards the place where they had hidden their mounts among the sand dunes. Robert knew it would be hard for the exhausted, underfed slaves to keep the pace and trusted Charles and David to help Marsden along. Aram would keep on eye on them from behind, between them and the following slaves. Robert knew damned well he was purposely trying to give them a head start; he had no wish to fight the escaping slaves for the four camels he had brought, as the most experienced rider, Aram, was to take Marsden up in front of him. Robert did not know which was the greater threat: the other escaping prisoners or the guards. Their time had run out; there was a cry from behind as one of the patrolling sentries had seen them. His yell brought more shouts from the other guards and it was only a matter of time before the off-duty men were roused and were coming out too. The guardhouse was at the far side of the compound from where they were so they had a little time. Abruptly a shot rang out and pandemonium exploded behind them. Some of the prisoners dropped where they were, covering their heads with their arms, some milled about where they were, totally bewildered. Others ran off trying to find cover, and yet others simply ran as fast and as far as possible in every direction. In the total confusion, Robert turned to yell at his group to make a run for it. What happened next was so confusing it would probably never be known exactly what occurred. There was the sound of pounding feet and more shouting as random shots were fired, some in the air, some hitting the ground. Robert was running, keeping one eye on his charges and the other on the way he should be moving. Aram ran up closer to the group as shots rang out from various locations and the risk grew of being cut off. However, some of the guards were choosing to shoot into the larger knot of people, inadvertently giving the

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others a chance to get away. It was then that one of the guards decided on another tack and was running to cut off their escape route. For whatever reason the man dropped his gun, perhaps he was not as proficient with the long-range weapon, but instead preferred the close quarter combat of his longsword and, lifting it over his head, he ran directly at Robert who was in the lead. Robert’s attention was still divided and he was calling at David to hurry as the native rushed him. David saw the man and called out a warning, too far back to do more than watch as the naked blade fell towards his lover. Charles also yelled, but Marsden was between him and his friend. Marsden had been pushed forward by Winstanley in an effort to ensure he made it from the slave encampment. “Robert!” David screamed as he fought to cover the remaining ground, his heart pounding in his chest, blood rushing through his ears as he thought he was going to witness the death of his lover. Marsden grunted a warning, reaching out with one hand to push Robert aside and with the other he raised the sword Charles Winstanley had given him in the cells. He had enough strength to swipe the blade at the oncoming guard but the man turned away fractionally and the blow was caught in his robes. As Marsden struggled to regain control of the weapon, the guard was still turning and he plunged his blade deep into Marsden’s body. With a soft sigh of breath the sailor slid to the ground. With a roar of frustrated rage, David slammed his sword into the side of the attacking guard and it sliced into his body. With a strangled cry the man crumpled to lie across Marsden’s body. Robert had fallen to the ground as Marsden pushed him out of range of the guard’s sword, and now he roughly shoved the Arab away from the sailor’s body and knelt beside Marsden, pulling him into his arms, “No! Oh God, no,” he murmured. Charles stood over him, his face full of dreadful regret. “We must hurry,” Aram said and reinforcing his words, bullets hit the ground very close to them and yells could be heard from the other escaping slaves.

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Eyes full of sadness, Charles took Marsden from Robert’s stiff hands and laid him down. David pulled Robert to his feet, but the older man only had eyes for Marsden and when David followed his lover’s eyes he felt guilty for the relief which flooded through him that it was not Robert lying there with his blood painting the sand red. David did not feel the slightest regret that he had just killed a man. “Run, we have to run,” Aram said determinedly. “Now!” Robert stood staring at Marsden, as if unable to believe he was dead. “How can it be?” Robert breathed. “I should be protecting him.” “Robert, please,” David begged, pulling at him. “Hurry or we will die too.” Snapped from his reverie, Robert began to run and David paced him step for step. He did not even look back as the other guards began to round up the escaping prisoners, presumably deciding it was more important to go for the larger group. All David’s attention was on keeping Robert moving away from the salt mine as sporadic shots were still fired after them but they soon outdistanced the reach of the weapons. “Hurry,” Aram berated them, “they will soon get themselves under control enough to understand that we came from outside and they will almost certainly come after us. We need a good head start.” Mounting their camels, they covered the ground as quickly as they could. **** David rode very close to Robert but the man was uncharacteristically silent, never turning to look at him as they followed Aram and Charles. In the distressing quiet all David could do was think and he kept replaying the horrific moment when he had seen the blade sweeping towards Robert, only to be deflected by the brave act of Marsden. David also saw in terrible slow motion the way his own blade had sliced into the guard. He had not been aware of his action at the time; it had been pure instinct, based on anger and fear. Even though he hated what he

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had been forced to do, he knew he would do it again in the same circumstances. After a short while Aram led them behind one of the larger sand dunes and made them kneel the camels and then they lay down behind the animals. Robert did not question Aram’s signalled instructions and David just stayed by his side and waited. Aram’s posture was clearly that of someone listening and occasionally his eyes darted as he apparently heard sounds, but after maybe twenty minutes he signalled for them to mount again and they set the camels to running and their long loping gait soon began to swallow the miles. Much to David’s surprise and relief they had apparently escaped any possible pursuit by the mine guards. They rode long and hard, only slowing when the terrain was unsafe in the dark and only stopping to drink on two occasions, especially after the sun had risen. It was approaching midmorning when they finally arrived back in the city of Tripoli. It was a subdued group who rode under the rear archway of Robert’s house to leave the camels in the care of his servants. Robert strode directly into his home, David close on his heels. David suspected that Robert was going to try and disappear into his room and he firmly believed he needed to make Robert talk. He was grateful to see both Aram and Charles heading for their rooms. They all needed some sleep and it was only his determination to not allow Robert to wallow in the guilt and sorrow that kept him following so closely. When they reached Robert’s door he passed through and without turning pushed the door behind him—but David refused to allow it to close. He shoved it open and entered. For the first time since the young sailor’s death, Robert spoke. “Please, David.” “No, I refuse to allow you to take the blame for this. It was not your fault. You did everything you could to...” Robert interrupted him, saying harshly, “It was my fault! I was so damn sure I was right, so sure I could get the man out. God, how could I possibly think I could take on this whole damned foul system and win? I am a fool, an overconfident fool whose stupid pride cost at least one good man his life, probably more in that fiasco I instigated.” David tried to interrupt him but

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Robert rode right over him, “I should never have...trying to free slaves only causes them more grief.” “All right, Robert, you made a mistake but not on your own. I take responsibility for my actions last night too. I pushed you to act when I had no right, letting my emotions get in the way of common sense! Charles admits culpability too.” David took a breath to calm his rising frustration. Anger would not help; Robert had enough of that for both of them. “Robert, do not let this one failure make you forget all the wonderful things you have done. I have no idea how many people you have saved or helped over the years, but if one person’s grateful thanks helps to remind you, then you have it. I cannot tell you how indebted I am to you, how I thank God each day that you freed me from that dreadful place. You gave me back more than my freedom; you gave me back my life. They may have kept my body alive, but my soul would have died.” Angrily, Robert grabbed his shoulders. “I do not want your gratitude and as I keep telling you, you owe me nothing. And I promise you, God had nothing to do with it!” He yanked David forward, capturing his lips in a brutal kiss and David found himself hanging on for dear life as Robert plundered his mouth while his hands literally ripped the body shirt asunder. Robert released a gasping David and attacked his chest, latching onto his nipples with little bites and licks as he sucked the tiny nubs till they hardened. David dropped his head back, drawing in deep lungs full of air while sensations of lustful desire rocketed through him. He had never known Robert to be so rough, so abandoned with him, and David loved it; loved the feeling of being controlled, being possessed. Robert suddenly shoved David’s robe off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and putting a hand on the nape of his neck, brought the younger man’s head forward to kiss him again. That was the moment it must have registered what he was doing, how he was treating David. He stared at David, uncertainty clear in his eyes, afraid perhaps that he had gone too far. Determined to banish any doubts, David met his gaze, allowing his passion to show as he moved closer, seeking out

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Robert’s mouth, showing Robert how aroused he was by his actions. David pressed his body closer and let Robert feel how hard he was, rubbing his erection against his thigh. With a growl, Robert surrendered to his baser emotions and capturing David’s lips again, forced his mouth open and thrust his tongue inside. When David moaned into his mouth, Robert shoved the half-naked man backward onto the bed. Tumbling onto his back, David watched avidly as Robert quickly divested himself of his robes and, as though recovering from a dream, David pushed himself up onto his knees and took off the remainder of his attire. He had only just finished stripping nude when Robert clambered onto the bed and shoving him flat, lay down by his side, capturing his mouth in another passionate kiss. David rose up to meet him, wrapped his arms around Robert and pulled him in so close that their bodies meshed at every possible point. Soon they were rolling over and over, David unconsciously fighting for dominance against Robert’s heightened emotions. Suddenly, Robert flipped David onto his back again and grabbing his wrists, roughly thrust them over his head and without uttering a word he began a series of frenzied thrusts against David’s abdomen, undulating and twisting as he forced his cock against the solidity of the body beneath him. David had never felt such power before; he knew he should have felt threatened by the way Robert held him down, rubbing his arousal all over him, but all David felt was euphoria. Lifting his head, David wanted to view his lover’s face. Robert’s eyes were tightly shut, his head thrown back, and David sought to lick the curve of his throat but he could not reach it. Instead he dropped back onto the pillow and bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the bed to either side of Robert’s body and lifted his hips to meet each thrust of his lover, igniting a fire that consumed both men. Soon Robert was moaning his name repeatedly. Then abruptly David’s mouth was taken again as Robert thrust his tongue deeply inside, mimicking the motion of his cock as he rammed himself onto David’s belly over and over. The sweat dripped off his body to slide down David’s chest, teasing his

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nipples as the lust driven droplets slid slowly over them, causing him to moan. David felt the sudden tension in the other man and Robert erupted over David’s chest without a word, just a soft sigh captured in his lover’s mouth. His own orgasm raced through him so violently that David ripped his mouth from Robert’s to cry out his release to the silent night.

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Chapter Ten David awakened slowly, drifting up as memories of the night before assailed him: memories of a naked Robert rubbing against him until he thought he would explode. He opened his eyes to find the sun streaming in through the window and he turned his head away, blinking his eyes. When he could see again he found himself staring into Robert’s solemn face. “Robert?” he asked warily. “I am sorry,” Robert shrugged ruefully, “I guess I needed to let my demons out and you were there. I...” “Do not let me hear you apologise. I wanted to be there for you. All right,” he grinned, “I had talking in mind but whatever helps.” He blushed, “And I rather enjoyed it anyway.” Robert smiled, “I thought maybe you did. Me too.” The smile faded, “But it does not change anything. Marsden is still dead and I still messed up the rescue.” “You could not have foreseen what happened, that Marsden would not...” “I should have planned for every eventuality and if I was not so keen to...to impress you then I never would have...” “Impress me?” David interrupted. “Robert, you impressed me from the moment I saw you and everything you have done since, not least in loving me, impresses me no end. I think you were simply being you, doing what you have needed to do since you lost Malik. Do not tell me you have never had failures before, that somewhere in all these years you have not failed to get this slave free, or arrange for that ransom to be paid?” Robert sighed, “I have never had the person I was supposed to save die protecting me. That was my job, you know?” David gasped at the implication. “Robert, it is not your job to die for these people. You did not make them slaves, it is not your duty to save them, it is your choice. It is a very good, a very

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brave thing to do but you have no obligation.” He took a breath. “Saving these people from slavery is not absolution for Malik’s capture. You had no responsibility for that incident either.” “Did I not? It is easy to say but not easy to feel the truth of that. I still see him in my nightmares calling to me. Begging me to come back and help him.” “Oh, Robert,” David said, pulling the man into his arms. There was nothing he could say to free Robert of this guilt he had carried for so long. He could only hope that the longer they were together the more it would fade. **** A little while later they met Aram and Charles for a late dinner. It was difficult to accept that twenty-four hours earlier they were lying on a sand dune watching guards patrolling the salt mines. David tried to begin a conversation about their visit to Egypt, but Robert soon changed the subject. He attempted to apologise to Charles for the failure of the rescue the night before only to be interrupted by him. “Don’t try and take the blame for that, Robert,” Charles declared. “We all bear responsibility for what happened, including making the attempt in the first place. Richard Marsden was a generous man with a compassionate heart,” Charles gave a wistful smile. “In fact he reminded me of you.” Robert raised an eyebrow and Charles continued, “I can easily see him in your place if he’d found himself in a position to help people the way you do. Which is exactly why he chose to act as he did.” Robert stared at him and some of the pain left his eyes as he finally understood that each man must act as he saw fit and live—or die—with the consequences. Robert caught the grateful smile that David aimed at Charles for his thoughtful words and the older man returned the gesture with a tiny nod. Charles had never mentioned David’s relationship with Robert but it was fairly clear he knew exactly what it entailed. Robert was very grateful that it had not spoiled the relationship between the three men. At one point he had began to be concerned having come to understand that Charles considered himself a religious man.

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Robert indicated that Aram should join him over by the window, leaving David talking with Charles. “What can I do to help?” Aram queried. “This time it is my turn to help,” Robert said quietly. “Why did you not trust me?” “Trust you? There is no one I trust more,” Aram said earnestly. “But you did not tell me about Bettina and your hopes for her.” Aram gave a soft sigh. “David. I should have expected he would speak to you. He is a particularly compassionate man. It was not lack of trust that kept me silent, only the need to act myself.” “There is nothing wrong with taking help from those who wish to offer it, Aram. I have been accepting help from you for more years than I care to count. Let me help with this.” Aram met his gaze and a slow smile spread across his face. “Of course, I would be grateful for your assistance in procuring the freedom of the woman I love.” “Good. Any interest in buying Bettina cannot come from us, it would rouse too much interest. I thought perhaps the Brothers could help us.” **** Tom and Suzanna had watched it all from hiding and now they saw the captives being transferred to the Ocean Pearl while Malik sent a skeleton crew to man the prize. Tom stayed by Suzanna’s side while the prisoners were inspected. There were two young women among the captives and they were pulled from their men-folk amidst shouting and tears. The crew was immediately shoved into the ship’s hold. Malik stood back and allowed Achmed to check out the men, keeping one eye on his first mate and the other on Suzanna for her reaction. He saw the expression on Tom’s face as Achmed pulled out the obviously well-to-do passengers and pushed them to one side, under the guard of a couple of his crewmen. Achmed glanced toward his captain and found him looking over at his woman and the boy. He had noted how the captain had kept Tom out of the action and suddenly that fact annoyed

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him. Who the hell did the boy think he was? Did he think that he was better than they were? There was a young man among the prisoners, one that reminded Achmed of Tom, though he was maybe a couple of years older. He was not one of those earmarked for ransom and in a blatant act of barbarism with no other cause than to hurt Tom, he pulled the young man forward and deliberately walked around him, eyeing him up and down. Taking his knife he cut the jacket from the man’s back to better see his figure, making the stranger shout in shocked distress. Achmed slapped him across the face, snarling at him to be quiet. Then he slowly ran his hands down the man’s chest as the prisoner struggled not to fight back, Achmed watching for Tom’s reaction out of the corner of his eye. Noticing his disquiet only added fuel to the fire and Achmed lewdly rubbed a hand over the man’s groin. “That’s enough, Achmed,” the Reis’ voice cut through the laughing murmurings of his crew at Achmed’s actions. “He’ll fetch a better price if you leave him alone.” Tom was disgusted at what he had just witnessed, empathizing with the unfortunate young man. The scene brought back memories of something similar happening to his friend months before and Tom wondered what had happened to poor David. **** The next morning David was reading in Robert’s library while the older man studied a shipping manifest; the door suddenly opened without preamble and Aram strode in. “Charteris,” he said even as he walked in, “we have news of the Ocean Pearl.” “What?” David said, jumping up. “Yes,” Charles said excitedly, coming in behind him. “It’s heading back here.” “How on earth do you know that?” David enquired. “We have friends in many places along this coast, David,” Robert said quickly. “Where did this come from, Aram?” “We were just about to leave our meeting with the Brothers when a message came in from Rass Ajdir,” Charles was explaining. “On the border with Tunisia?” David interrupted.

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“Yes, the Pearl was seen north of the city with a prize ship in tandem. Obviously they’re returning with a hold full of slaves. The ship should be here within twenty-four hours, though that is only an estimate.” “Yes, one cannot deny that the captain of the Ocean Pearl is good at his...job,” Robert said darkly. “God, Robert, what about Suzanna and Tom? It has been over three months since the ship left here.” He paced, unable to settle. “We do not even know if they will still be on board, that Godless bastard could have sold them anywhere.” Robert rose and moved toward David, trying to give the obviously anxious young man some reassurance. “I am sure they will be all right...” “All right?” David interrupted incredulously. “Robert, they are slaves on board a ship full of monsters who have no regard for them whatsoever. God only knows what has happened to them.” Robert knew that had been a stupid thing to utter, but what could he say that would help his young lover? David could no more help the compassion he felt for his friends than Robert could stop the love he felt for him, and Robert would do everything in his power to keep the love and assist David cope with the demands of his compassion. “I am sorry,” Robert said sincerely, “That was thoughtless. We can only hope they are still on board so we can try and find a way to rescue them. We will do everything we can to help them recover from whatever they have been forced to endure.” Robert knew the words were mere platitudes but until they knew the condition of David’s friends he had nothing else to offer. For the first time since Aram had arrived with the news, David’s faith in Robert gave him cause to smile, “I know you can do it, Robert.” David said confidently. Staring at David, Robert thought, oh God, David, I just wish I were as certain as you that I can perform this miracle. Robert added a silent prayer: Don’t let me fail again. **** Everything was going according to plan. The ship was on its way back to port and hopefully everything would finally fall into place. He would have to give the crew shore leave this time;

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the last time he brought his cargo into Tripoli he had shipped out again immediately. With hindsight, Malik acknowledged that it had been because he wanted to keep Suzanna for himself; it was his right to take his share of the proceeds of the sale any way he wanted and he had also taken the brother for her sake. He shook his head at his own seeming lack of common sense that day. He could easily have sent the boy ashore but, for a reason that even now escaped him, he had locked them both in his cabin and set sail as soon as the other slaves were safely ashore. He had hardly been celibate these last few years but he had never been the kind of man who took his pleasure just anywhere. It might seem odd for a pirate, especially one who had been treated as badly as he had for the first year or so of his own slavery, but he preferred his companions willing. Even though when he had been younger he had had a preference for male partners, he had also been with young women and since his brutal treatment he rarely wished for coupling with men any longer. From the first moment he had seen Suzanna running across the deck he had thought her beautiful, spirited and reckless and he had learned there was so much more to the pale, blonde woman. She was passionate, demanding, strong-willed and, as he had discovered when she had swiped his own knife and held it against him, not to be denied. The truth was he had no desire to deny her in this. He would feel much happier once her troublesome young brother was gone from his life. He understood, however, how much of a wrench it was going to be for her. She loved her brother and only wanted him gone for his own safety and Malik was determined to do everything in his power to assure it. Tom, however, was still being his usual difficult self. Last evening Suzanna had told him of Malik’s plan to get him to safety to Tripoli but he was determined to think it was some kind of ploy of the captain’s to dispose of him. He also did not like at all that he would be leaving Suzanna behind, even though she told him that was what she wanted. He accused Malik of forcing her to say that by holding the threat of his freedom over her. It was looking like the captain of the Ocean Pearl might have to drag the boy through the streets of Tripoli to the Brothers

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himself, which could make a difficult situation almost impossible. He was actually on his way back to his cabin to speak to Suzanna. When he opened the door she was leaning against the stern window gazing out. He stood watching her, but she did not appear to be aware of him, which was very unusual; she always seemed attuned to him. “What is it, my love?” he asked. Smiling as she turned to him, she said. “I love it when you call me that.” “I know,” he moved closer taking her in his arms. “And I mean it,” he said huskily. “Malik,” she said thoughtfully. A slight smile on his lips, Malik thought, here it comes! “I knew there was something on your mind. Out with it, woman!” She laughed, revelling in the fact that each day he seemed to know her more and more. She had never been as open, been herself, with anyone else the way she could be with him. “I want to come with you when you go ashore. Now, please do not argue, I know what you are going to say but please, it will be better this way. Tom will feel better...” Malik began to laugh and Suzanna, who did not appreciate being made fun of snapped, “What is so amusing?” He restrained himself, coughing a little to cover his blunder, “I came to talk to you because I needed to think of a way to keep Tom calm since he’s not going to want to leave you. I wondered if perhaps you should come with us.” Her mouth dropped open and then she gave a laugh. “That must tell us something.” “What, that we’re both smart or that we’re both stupid?” he asked with a grin. **** Robert was pacing up and down in the small garden outside his room. He was becoming increasingly desperate for a plan to rescue Suzanna and Tom Bateson and he just could not think of anything. After the Marsden disaster he had to be certain. Now they were bringing back another lot of slaves and once they were sorted and sent ashore the captain would likely give the crew shore leave, leaving a skeleton watch. It had been

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unusual their last trip for the ship not to have stayed in port to afford the crew shore leave but he had not given it any thought before, his mind had been on freeing David at the time. He was not happy at the idea of using the Janissary disguise again this time. He had arranged to delay the real Janissary three months ago but he knew if he tried that again it could cause suspicion. It was a ploy he employed only about every twelve to eighteen months; any more frequently would just be tempting fate. At the moment he was left with having to wait until the ship docked and see what transpired. It seemed the best course of action would be to watch the landing from hiding and gather whatever intelligence they could to find out exactly what had happened to Suzanna and Tom Bateson while they were held prisoners on board. Robert dreaded discovering anything terrible because he knew that it would really hurt David. He was such a kind, generous person that the idea of cruelty was something David still found very hard to understand, even though he had seen it up close and personal. David also still felt some responsibility for his friends, as if he should have done more. They had talked about it quite a bit, Robert trying to encourage David to let go of guilt that was not his to carry. Charles too had tried to show David that the Batesons’ capture was not his responsibility, but though David agreed in principal, he did not seem to be able to shake his feeling of culpability. “David, you cannot carry the guilt of the world on your shoulders. There is such a thing as too much compassion,” Robert declared. “Oh no, Robert, there can never be too much compassion. If only there was more compassion in this world for our fellow man there could be no such thing as war and slavery simply could not exist. I will never apologise for caring and I cannot count the cost.” Robert had no answer; he could only study this man who came to mean more to him with each layer he uncovered. **** Achmed had not been at all happy since the captain had brought that woman and the troublesome boy on board. The

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captain ought to have sent them to the slave market with the others but he’d allowed himself to be captured by those who should be his slaves and he didn’t even seem to realize it. He had served with his captain for three years now and Malik had done very well for the crew. Achmed, as first mate, had accumulated quite a fortune for himself and he had no wish for that to change because a man he’d believed was immune to such wiles had proven weak after all. Achmed had no particular wish to be captain himself; it was too much responsibility and he preferred his present post, but not at the risk of his fortune or his future. He liked Malik but that wouldn’t stop him killing him if he had to. It was his duty, as the link between captain and crew, to maintain equilibrium and to do what he needed to do he needed to know exactly what was going on but at the moment he didn’t have a clue. The captain was keeping him out of the loop where those two were concerned and he decided to go and speak to him. They had always been able to talk, sometimes argue, but they usually cleared the air and sorted things out between them. As he approached the cabin he saw the door was slightly ajar and he could hear voices within. He heard a rare sound, the captain laughing, before he caught a few words, “...to you because I needed to think of a way to keep Tom calm, he’s not going to want to leave you with me. I wondered if perhaps you should come with us.” Achmed was not exactly sure what that meant and he drew a little closer to try and see as well as hear. He could only see a small sliver of the room inside and no one was visible. He waited and listened. They made some inane comments that meant nothing to him and there were silences that he filled with the knowledge that they were kissing. If Achmed hadn’t already known for certain, he would have had all the proof he needed that the captain was indeed the slave of his slave. Yet Achmed believed there was something more going on. He waited. Just then he heard the sound of footsteps descending the steps and he carefully moved away from the captain’s door and then moved forward again seemingly just arriving from down the passageway. It was the boy, Tom, coming down the steps and they approached the cabin almost simultaneously.

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Achmed knew only too well that the boy was afraid of him. He kept Tom on his toes, showed him that there were no favourites on board, making a point of chastising him for the slightest infringement of his orders. As soon as Tom saw him, he stopped and asked if there was anything he wished. “No boy, I’m here to see the captain.” “Is that you, Achmed?” the captain called from within his cabin. “What do you want?” Opening the door a little wider he stuck his head into the cabin, expecting to see the woman but she was nowhere in sight. The only place she could be was the sleeping area behind the curtain. “I just wanted to inform you we’re making good headway and should be in Tripoli by early afternoon tomorrow.” “Very well, Achmed, I’ll be on deck shortly.” **** From the information received Aram had estimated that the Ocean Pearl and its prize ship would probably arrive in port sometime around noon. After discussion it was decided the best course of action would be to watch the ships dock and see what the captain did about the slaves. If the Bateson siblings were sent ashore with the other slaves then they would need more information before they could even consider a plan. On the other hand if they were not... That suggested two options, either they were being kept on board or they had already been sold in another port. David had been edgy at the mention of the possibility that Suzanna and Tom Bateson might be brought in for sale. He snapped at Robert for suggesting it was possible that the captain might have taken what he wanted from them and Robert apologised for his less than diplomatic turn of phrase. But when David understood they might have been sold in another port and that would mean he would probably never see them again, he was even more distressed. Robert felt guilty all over again. Blithely unaware of the undercurrent, Charles said, “Let’s stop this damned guesswork and go and see what happens when she docks.” “You are right, of course,” Robert agreed. “We need to get changed into something totally forgettable.”

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“I still do not understand why you cannot go aboard as the Janissary again,” David grumbled. With a heavy sigh, Robert said, “Because it is too much of a risk. I never use that ploy often, and only when I can be assured that the real Janissary is out of the picture for a while. You would not like me to be on board when the real one showed up,” he added with a grimace, which was mirrored by David as he realized how injudicious his comment had been. Thirty minutes later four men, four rather nondescript Arabs, were striding through the streets of Tripoli heading for the docks. **** Malik watched as the line was thrown across the sparkling water and caught so the ship could be tied off to one of the thick iron stanchions embedded into the harbour wall. The stern line had already been secured. He had spread the story among the crew that he had tired of the troublesome boy and had decided to recoup his losses by selling him while they were in port. He and Suzanna staged an argument and the ringing slap he ‘gave’ her was heard all over the ship, as was his demand that she would have to witness her brother being handed over for sale so that she would understand once and for all what her place was. She was very convincing when it came to crying and begging, so much so that Tom was positive now that Malik was a bastard to his poor sister. Suzanna had reluctantly agreed that it would be better if Tom did not know the whole truth until they were on shore because it would be more realistic if he behaved the way he should, believing he was going to be sold and leave his sister in the hands of a brute. Malik had already explained to Suzanna all about the Brothers of the Saviour. How when he’d been growing up in Tripoli they had arrived and set up a small sanctuary on the outskirts of the city, the Pasha instructing everyone to have respect for these sincere men of religion. Of course, the real reason for this tolerance was the conduit they provided to the riches of the west. There had been trouble from time to time but they persevered and now over twenty years later, they had

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sanctuaries in a couple of the major cities along the Barbary Coast. Initially he needed to sort the slaves, so he ordered Suzanna to stay in his day cabin, having already locked Tom in the other small cabin. First he arranged to send the women to the Harem prison and those men who were rich enough to be ransomed to the special part of the main prison. The sailors who refused to join the fleet would gather with the poorer passengers who would face the slave block at the next sale. As he was making arrangements with Achmed, the Janissary representative arrived for the accounting. **** There was a lot of movement on board the ship after she tied up and a little while later two women were led down the gangplank under close guard and they soon disappeared among the crowd. They all knew what would happen to the women. David was momentarily relieved that neither of them were blonde: both being dark haired. They continued to watch as the captives were brought on deck from the hold and the well-to-do men were separated from the other passengers and the crew. Watching from their place of safety, Robert and the others saw the Janissary arrive and Robert glanced over at David, who gave him a sheepish grin. After a little more time, while David was becoming increasingly stressed at the enforced wait, a line of roped-together captives was led from the ship, forced to walk through the town while the locals threw both insults and rotten vegetables at them. David in particular scanned the faces very carefully as they passed and when they had all gone he turned to Robert and shook his head. Tom had not been among them. David did not know how to feel, whether he should be glad or not that Tom had not been with the other slaves heading for the prison. Neither of his young friends had been sent ashore, so either they were still aboard—and David refused to consider the possible reasons for that eventuality—or they had already been sold in one of the many other slave markets along the North African coast. The truth was that neither option was good. “So what do we do now?” David asked Robert, though his eyes took in each man in turn.

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“There is nothing else we can do here. We go back home and think this through.” “Go back home? We cannot just...” “David, ‘we cannot just’ do anything until we know what our options are,” Robert said firmly. “We need to talk and this is not the safest place for that. Come on.” They were soon seated in the living room, except for David who prowled the room picking up this and that and putting them down again. He was unable to sit quietly and talk with the others. “We need information, to somehow find out if they’re even still on board,” Charles said. “Yes, but how?” Robert asked, stroking his chin, his eyes following David as he stalked from one end of the room to the other. “Selim’s!” Aram suddenly said. “Selim’s?” Charles queried. “A coffee house in the old part of town. At least that is its official designation,” Aram gave a grim smile. “It is actually a den of just about every iniquity you can think of.” “Except for alcohol, even at Selim’s you cannot obtain alcohol,” Robert added. “True, but just about anything else is permissible.” “Yes. Hashish smoking, gambling, the buying and selling of just about everything. Including sexual companionship,” Robert explained. He shrugged, “The old man has rooms upstairs and it certainly is not the room one hires.” “Do not forget the dancing boys. They are very popular,” Aram added. “Dancing boys?” David spoke for the first time since they had arrived. “Boys, young men. From a young age they are trained in the arts of sensualism, the dance is only the...introduction,” Aram explained. “And we are discussing this place, why?” Charles asked. “It is a very popular locale for shore leave,” Aram replied. “Possibly a good place to collect information,” he suggested. Smiling, Robert nodded, looking down at the disguise he was wearing, he said, “The attire we are wearing now should be

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perfect for that less than salubrious part of the city. At least you know you cannot trust anybody!” Robert said wryly. “We will go immediately after we have had something to eat. It will be dusk by then which means by the time we get to Selim’s, night will be drawing in.” **** When the majority of the crew who had been permitted shore leave had disembarked and the ship was settled for the evening, Malik finally visited Suzanna and then together they went to free Tom from his locked cabin. When he saw his sister, Tom rushed forward to make sure she was unharmed. Grabbing her by the shoulders he searched her face and was angry by the faint red mark still visible on her cheek. “There was no need to hit her, you bastard!” Tom railed. Malik smiled a little at Tom’s reckless bravery, for if he had really hit Suzanna in anger, would he be any less likely to hit Tom? “It is all right,” Suzanna quietly said. She wished she could ease his worry and tell him she insisted that the captain hit her. It looked worse than it was, but she knew that Malik was right about keeping the plan a secret from her brother. Tom frowned and glanced from one to the other, not understanding his sister’s fascination for this man. “Here, boy,” Malik said, and grabbing Tom’s hands he tied them together, leaving a short length to use as a lead rope. Tom wondered if perhaps out there in a large city he may have a better chance to escape, and he reluctantly acknowledged that he would probably have to leave his sister behind because she made it perfectly clear that this was where she wanted to be. Malik swung his burnoose over his shoulders, pulled up the hood and fastened the veil across his face and then he adjusted the hood on Suzanna’s and fastened her veil too. Gripping her upper arm and leading Tom, Malik walked the Batesons off his ship and toward the back streets of Tripoli.

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Chapter Eleven After dinner it was time to get ready to leave. That was the moment when Robert dropped his bombshell by suggesting to David that he should stay behind. “What? I’ll do no such thing!” David was indignant. “But Selim’s really is a very rough place and we can...” Angrily, David interrupted. “It’s no rougher than being taken as a slave, no rougher than the salt mines. I am going, Robert, it is not a matter for discussion.” Turning his back on his lover, David went to speak to Charles. With a sigh, Robert decided to cut his losses; David could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to. As he turned for the door, Aram took him aside and spoke very quietly to him. “Stop treating him like glass, Charteris. David Jordan is a very strong man. I know you have a great desire to protect him, but you insult him when you suggest he cannot look after himself.” “I know you are correct. I just...I am afraid of losing him,” Robert admitted softly. Aram cocked his head to one side, “Acting on your fear will only make him think you doubt him. Show him your trust.” Blowing out a breath, Robert nodded. **** A short time later the four men were walking through the back streets of Tripoli heading for Selim’s coffee house. These busy streets in the old part of town were both marketplace and meeting ground for the ordinary folk of Tripoli. There were no palaces, no vast houses with gardens and fountains in this part of town. Here there were only dirty streets, with dark alleyways that smelled of refuse and the detritus of life, where the poor of the city eked out a living any way they could. It mattered not if it

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were legal or illegal; whatever was necessary they did it. Survival was the only law here. Selim’s was a safe haven where no one asked any questions and anything was acceptable. Selim was renowned for acting blind, deaf, and dumb. David followed Robert’s lead that evening and wore the same attire as he had that afternoon, the only difference this time was that their veils hung loose. This was not a part of the town that David had been to before and Robert was talking quietly to him, explaining some of the sights they passed and anecdotes of a few of the local characters, but for once the man who soaked up information like a sponge was not really listening to anything but the voice of the man beside him. It was only when the voice stopped that he realized he did not know what Robert had been describing. When he should have been thinking about finding his captive friends, instead he was remembering being with Robert and to his shame he could not regret his distraction. With a laugh in his voice, Robert asked, “Did you hear a single word I said?” Shrugging, David grinned and replied, “I heard every word; I just did not take in what you were talking about.” Robert frowned, puzzled, and David looked him square in the eye to say softly, “I like the sound of your voice and watching your lips move.” “Watching my lips?” Robert asked huskily. Moving closer, shoulders almost touching, David whispered, “I want to feel them moving against my lips again, soon.” Robert sucked in a breath, his gaze trapped by the fire and promise in David’s eyes, a promise David had every intention of keeping. “David, look up ahead!” Charles said urgently, yet keeping his voice low. “What?” David asked distractedly still concentrating on Robert’s mouth. “David!” He pulled his attention away from Robert and irritably turned to Charles, “Whatever is the matter, Charles?”

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Charles pointed up the street to where three people were walking: one woman and two men. As David watched, he noticed that one of the men was in fact a youth, a boy with fair hair who was talking animatedly to the young woman. They watched her push back the hood and long bright curls swirled around her head as she swung back and forth between the boy and the man. “Oh, my God!” David started to move forward and Robert grabbed his arm to pull him back. “Wait,” he said quietly, “you can not just blunder in.” “But...but, it is Tom and Suzanna. I would know them anywhere, Robert. And the captain, he must be taking them to a slave dealer or something. We have to stop him.” “And we will, when we know exactly what the odds are. Aram?” The big man moved silently away as Robert led the others carefully and quietly after their quarry. **** Tom still did not trust Malik, no matter what the captain said, and he had done an awful lot of talking. Tom was convinced Suzanna was being fooled into believing that Malik was simply going to free him. Why the hell would he? As far as the pirate captain was concerned, he was just a commodity. All this talk about these so-called Brothers. He had never heard of anything like that and could not understand why they would be allowed to stay in what was basically enemy territory. No, this was just some story that Suzanna was stupid enough to believe because she was besotted with this damned pirate. Tom was positive that he was being taken to prison or directly to a slave trader. Why else was he still roped to the captain? Suzanna had insisted on arguing with her brother and Malik angrily threatened to gag him to shut him up and Tom privately revelled in the fact that now Malik and Suzanna were arguing. Her lover was trying to placate her for that threat. “Suzy, I have to keep him quiet or he’ll draw attention to us, and in this part of the city one thing we don’t need right now is unwarranted interest.” However, as he observed the distracted Malik conversing with his sister, Tom wondered if it was already too late. He

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thought he saw someone in the shadows just off to the left, but decided he was not going to warn the pirate anyway. Serve the bastard right! **** At the same time, Aram worked his way to the left side of the pirate and the Bateson siblings. Winstanley had moved off to the right while Robert and David followed closely behind. David was itching to rush forward but he knew that could be a fatal mistake so he stayed close by Robert, watching him for a sign of when to act. David never knew exactly what happened but something must have warned the captain that he had company, for he suddenly ceased his conversation, stopped walking and swung around, the movement pulling his captive with him because of the short rope in the pirate’s hands. Suzanna ended up standing just behind his left shoulder and she made no attempt to move away, probably because the pirate now had the youth close by his right side and partially in front of him. The boy would make the perfect shield if he simply yanked him back. However, the pirate did nothing other than simply stand there and stare at them. No, David belatedly realized; he was staring at Robert. It appeared he was in shock. Robert did not seem to notice he was the subject of such scrutiny and he was edging closer to David, presumably in an attempt to protect him if necessary. Then time seemed to stand still as the pirate’s voice floated toward them. “Robert?” **** Malik had an odd sense that something strange was happening. But then the whole evening had been strange: arguing with this stubborn young man he was trying to save and then with the woman he loved, all in the middle of one of the most dangerous areas of the old city. Without understanding why, he knew someone was behind him and swung around to check, forgetting he had the short rope tied to Tom’s hands, thereby dragging the lad with him. Two men confronted him and he was momentarily surprised to find that he recognized one of them; it was the remarkable blue eyes.

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He couldn’t for the moment remember the precise circumstances but he knew without doubt that he had... Abruptly he remembered that he was the attractive young man he’d sent to be sold at Serafin’s after his last voyage. Well, whatever had happened to him he wasn’t some sultan’s plaything locked in a luxurious prison somewhere, for which Malik realized with something akin to shock, he was relieved. Then his glance fell on the young man’s companion and he thought he must be dreaming. Then he knew, without a doubt that he wasn’t. Absently, the thought drifted through his confused mind that the man had hardly changed. There were the same bright warm eyes, the face was perhaps a little fuller, a little harder, oh, and the hair was different, silver edging the temples, but there was no doubting it was Robert Charteris. Robert! With that thought came the pain and the loss and the longing. “Robert?” he gasped before he realized it. **** Tom watched as two native men approached Malik. The pirate had already dragged him around by the damned rope on his wrists. Malik said something to one of them but the lad was too agitated to really hear what the pirate said; not that the words mattered, Tom had known all along that the Turk was up to something. Suzanna had fallen for his lies and now they were both in danger. Malik had led them like lambs to the slaughter to these slave dealers; they had virtually handed themselves over. He had a sudden vision of poor David and the way they had pawed him up and down. Well, no way was he walking meekly into this! The captain was distracted by the newcomers and Tom took his opportunity. Yanking the rope from Malik’s hands, Tom yelled to Suzanna and ran. Unfortunately, he did not get very far. His attention had been so focused on escaping Malik and the two slavers that he had forgotten the man hiding in the shadows and Tom ran right into him. Suzanna yelled as this huge man swathed in a dark cloak with only his dark eyes visible grabbed her brother. Tom

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squirmed and struggled and Suzanna ran over, trying to get him free. The voice cutting across the noise shocked them all. “Tom, stop it! You are perfectly safe. It is me, David.” Suzanna stopped with her hands still on the stranger’s arm, trying to pull him away from Tom, and her brother’s struggles ceased as he twisted to look at the owner of the voice. They were both in for another surprise when the tall man simply released Tom and stood back. One of the two men standing near Malik moved closer into the light from the flaming torch over a nearby door; Suzanna gasped as she recognized the face of David Jordan when he pushed the hood back from his head. “David?” she asked, her voice a little above a whisper. “You...you are all right?” “Yes, I am and now, so are you.” “David, oh David, it is wonderful to see you,” Tom said excitedly. “I was so afraid when...when...” “I know Tom, so was I; my new friends here rescued me.” **** Robert could hear the voices surrounding him and knew his friends were in control, which was more than he was. Hearing his name whispered like that in a voice that had haunted his dreams for years felt like a heavy load was weighing on his chest. He could not breathe. Robert stared at the pirate captain, trying to equate the memories of his lost love with the man before him. He stared at the man’s eyes, eyes that he now realized with shock he had seen before on the Ocean Pearl. He had not recognized them then, they had been hard and indifferent, bearing no resemblance at all to the lively ones of his long lost lover. Now as he looked, something flickered deep within the captain’s gaze and Robert saw something else, something he knew as agonisingly familiar. Slowly Robert moved forward, closing the gap between them, and he found his hand shook as he reached out to unhook the veil stretched across the man’s face. As he removed it he disturbed the hood, which fell back fully, revealing the man’s identity.

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Shock slammed through Robert as he looked at the man he had not seen for over fifteen years, the man whose fate had shaped his life ever since. He could still see the young man in the face staring back at him and in that instant he knew that he never truly believed that he would ever see him again. Robert said softly, “Malik, Malik, oh God!” Robert just stared, letting the knowledge soak through him until very slowly his face broke into a smile and then before he was aware of moving, he had his arms around Malik. **** Out of the corner of his eye, David had seen Robert facing the pirate and at first he was puzzled by the odd interaction between these two men who were adversaries. David thought he had heard someone call Robert’s name, but surely it could not have been the pirate? David saw Robert, his hand shaking, reach out to the other man and uncover his face and head and he froze at Robert’s reaction. Time seemed to stand still as David watched Robert embrace the other man, pulling him close, smiling and laughing. David felt physically sick. The man who had captured him, who had publicly groped him and then sold him, knowing the terrible fate that would surely await him; this man was Robert’s long lost love? And now, before his eyes he saw the man he loved more than anything else in the whole world, the man he had believed loved him, embracing this...this monster. Even that paled before the realization that Robert was embracing another man: no, not just any other man, but the man he had loved for so many years. David felt a new nausea wash over him as it occurred to him that he had lost Robert, he recognized now that he had never really had him; Robert had always belonged to this man. Oh God, how could that possibly be true? How could Robert love the person this man really was? The nausea turned to an ache, which filled his whole being and he had to turn away from the painful sight. **** Malik returned the embrace willingly, holding on tight to the life that had been ripped away so viciously all those years ago. He began to shake as the myriad emotions roiled through

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him. Relief that Robert was really here, as he acknowledged the hidden fear which had always haunted him—that Robert had jumped to his death from the deck of that ship. Relief that was swiftly followed by anger that Robert must have been living in safety all this time while he had gone through hell. Remorse assailed him then as he remembered those prayers in the early days of his captivity, when he’d prayed that wherever his love was, he should be safe. Love? Did he still care for Robert that way? He was in love with Suzanna now, yet he still felt the pull of those feelings from long ago. He was swamped with jealousy. Jealousy for the life Robert had the freedom to experience, or the love he may have shared with another? For a moment he hated Robert and struggled against his grasp. Pulling away, he looked into the eyes of the man he’d once loved and every emotion except relief melted away. Whatever they had been to each other, time and experience had eroded away, but Malik accepted that there was a...a link deep inside him with Robert Charteris that needed to know he was safe, that he was happy. **** As Malik struggled to move away, Robert loosened his hold and held the gaze of the man who had become a murderous pirate. Robert saw the confusion amidst the gamut of emotions in the man’s eyes. He saw and he understood, for he was going through exactly the same upheaval. It had been hard to understand what kind of life Malik must have had, to turn into the kind of man who could captain a ship of pirates and slavers. Guilt anew ran through Robert at what Malik must have suffered to change the decent young man that he had once been into such a person. Robert also saw the moment when Malik got hold of his emotions as a faint smile graced his lips. “Malik, what is going on? Who is this man?” Suzanna demanded, having watched the drama unfold before her. **** Tom had been more interested in seeing David again, especially as he looked so well and quite magnificent in this native garb he was wearing. He had been about to question

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David when he had noticed his friend’s attention drawn back to the byplay between Malik and this curious new friend of David’s. He could understand David being upset at the confrontation with the man who had treated him so despicably, but after the first few moments it was not anger or hate that Tom saw in David’s expression, it was anguish. Whatever was hurting David meant that he could not even bear to look upon the scene before him. What had happened to David to cause such distress? Tom’s distaste for Malik multiplied and he determined then and there to bring the pirate to book and to help David in any way he could. As Malik did not answer Suzanna, Charles Winstanley spoke up instead, “This is Robert Charteris,” he said as he moved forward from the other side of Malik. “Mr. Winstanley!” Tom exclaimed. “It cannot be!” Suzanna said at the same time. Charles smiled as he continued, “David was rescued by Robert here and his friend Aram,” Charles indicated the tall exslave. “Then he persuaded them to help rescue me. We came out tonight to try and find a way to get you two free.” “We are already free. Malik was bringing Tom to see the Brothers,” Suzanna said, quickly glancing at Tom. “What?” Robert demanded, gazing at Malik who was still standing nearby, but he was looking at the ground. “There seems to be much confusion here. It is not wise to stay in this area any longer,” Aram spoke up for the first time. “Still by his side, I see, Aram,” Malik said quietly. “He is right,” Robert agreed, ignoring Malik’s remark. “Let us get out of here, go back to my house and we can get all this sorted out.” “I am not going anywhere with that bastard!” Tom retorted. “God, Tom, I have explained already,” Suzanna said, trying to placate him. “It was a ploy to fool the crew, they could not know that Malik was going to set you free and we had to get you off the ship.” “How do I know this Robert is not just some crony of his? Just because you trust him,” Tom said indicating Malik with a nod of his head.

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David turned back to them and said to Tom. “I do not trust the captain, Tom, but I trust Robert with my life. Please come. I am sure that Aram and Charles will keep an eye on the captain if that’s what bothers you.” **** Aram had made a point of walking closely behind Malik as they had made their way back to Robert’s house. Suzanna had tried to walk close to Malik but Aram made her keep her distance. She kept glancing at him and Robert wondered what was going through her mind, though from what little he had overheard it appeared obvious they had some kind of relationship. He imagined she was curious about Malik’s past history with him. Young Tom walked alongside David who brought up the rear with Charles. Tom had tried to talk to David but he was unusually reticent, saying very little other than he had been rescued during the sale. Tom wanted to ask what sale, but seemed to understand this was not the time or place and to Aram’s relief the youth instead turned his attention to Charles, who talked to him quietly about his experiences in the prison. **** Entering the house, Robert led the way into his large comfortable living room, calling to his servant for refreshments as he went. Aram directed Malik into a hard-backed chair in the corner of the living room and he took up a guardian position standing alongside. The next hour or so consisted of stories being recited and positions being explained. By the time everyone had described everything in full detail, even Tom reluctantly accepted that Malik really had decided to free him and that it was Suzanna’s choice to stay with him. Clearly, he did not like it but it was pretty obvious now he had accepted it. Malik found that actually admitting out loud to an audience he was in love with the beautiful young woman sitting across the room from him freed something deep inside, releasing the pain of his new life and the longing for his old one. He glanced at Robert and found understanding in the other man’s eyes.

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Listening to Malik confess his love for Suzanna had, for a moment, sent a jolt through Robert before he realized that was just the ghost of his memory reacting, not his real feelings. The memory would remain, as would the importance of that old connection, but it was truly just a phantom when compared to the love he now felt. He glanced around looking for David but he was nowhere in sight. **** David was desperate to escape. He could not bear to be in the room any longer with the ashes of his dreams. He needed to be alone; it was almost like a need to grieve. As Robert took up the story of his rescue, David quietly slipped out of the room. Robert and the others, who were seated in the centre of the room, were too busy to see him leave. In the quiet of his bedroom, David collapsed on the bed and allowed the tears to silently fall. He had not really thought about his future since he had fallen in love with Robert. He supposed it had been at the back of his mind somewhere that he could continue to help Robert with both his business and his vocation, but the long and the short of it was that the only life he wanted was whatever kept him at Robert’s side. Now that Robert had finally found Malik again and clearly still felt for him, as evidenced by their mutual embrace and joy at seeing each other, David was once again facing a life alone. As lonely as that had been in the past, there was no way it could compare at the utter emptiness of his life stretching out before him now. Even if Robert still offered his friendship, which, knowing the generosity of the man’s character, he would, David could not stay now. His heart breaking, David admitted he could not stay near Robert and see him in love with another. He did not have strength enough to endure that. Especially as it was someone he despised so thoroughly. He still found it hard to credit that the man Robert had described to him could be the same one who had killed and sold men and women into slavery. David had no idea what he would do with the rest of his life now. He did not even know how he could leave this benighted city, let alone the country. He only knew it was impossible to stay.

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**** Aram saw Charteris scanning the room for David; in fact he had been waiting for the moment that Robert would miss his young friend. Aram had seen David get up quietly and leave the room quite some time ago, not long after they had begun talking, in fact. As he had told David once, he looked and he listened and he put what he discovered to the best use he could. Moving around the periphery of the room, he caught Charteris’ eye and the other man rose from his seat and joined his friend. Aram whispered to him. “You must speak to David Jordan.” “I was just wondering where he was,” he frowned, registering what Aram had just said. “What do you mean, I must speak to him?” “Charteris, did you not see his reaction when we discovered that Malik and the captain of the Ocean Pearl were one and the same, or his distress at what he saw?” “Distress? What he saw? I do not understand.” “My friend, you were very enthusiastically embracing the man that David knows you loved desperately all those years ago, and he turns out to be his captor, a man he despises.” **** With eyebrows climbing, Robert suddenly appreciated what a shock all this must have been for David and what that careless embrace could have looked like. Robert swiftly crossed the room and headed for David’s bedroom. He raised his hand to knock, but without understanding why, decided to simply open the door. David sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, his whole posture one of misery and Robert’s heart climbed into his throat. Quietly he asked, “David, what are you doing in here?” David’s head snapped up and his eyes were wide, the expression that of one who was lost. “You had no need of me in there. Your...friend would not appreciate my presence, too much of a reminder I imagine.” David’s voice was sad but surprisingly there was no sign of recrimination or anger.

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Robert felt like he had been physically struck at the simple reminder. “I am so sorry, David. I was so caught up in my own little drama, I simply forgot what he had done to you. Can you forgive me?” “Forgive you? You are in no way to blame.” David gave a wistful smile. “I could not expect you to think about me at a time like this, but I cannot go back in there. I cannot watch you with him.” “I am sorry that seeing him is so painful for you. It is just...knowing that he survived, even with such a ...I just needed to know. He was so special to me, you know?” “I know he means a lot to you, but it is hard. I thought we had something...” his voice faded. Robert felt so guilty; experiencing such relief that Malik was still alive, he had forgotten for a moment what the Captain had done to David and how he would feel at seeing him again. How could he have been so self-centred? Before he could apologise he realized David was speaking again. “It is so hard, Robert, to see you with him, to watch you embrace him.” David’s voice cracked and tears began to fill his eyes and he tried to blink them away, determined not to allow them to fall. “I have never felt like this before and I pray I never do again.” He dropped his chin onto his chest. “It hurts too damn much,” he whispered but Robert heard him. Robert studied the face, the posture and heard the despair in the whispered words and he suddenly understood what David was thinking. “I thought we had gotten past this. Did you think I did not mean it? Did you think it could simply fade away, just like that?” Robert asked softly, watching as David squeezed his eyes shut. Robert knew he was still confused, still disbelieving. “I thought you trusted me,” he said, waiting for David to look up, which he finally did with a small frown of confusion. “I am in love with you,” Robert said with a smile. “But, but...you love him, you...you always have,” David spluttered. “You have spent fifteen years searching for him.” “True, I did love Malik once, when we were both young and thought we could have everything, that nothing could ever touch us. But that was a long time ago and we were so wrong. I

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will always have a special place in my heart for that young man. But, the man out there? I do not know him.” David stared at Robert, wanting so much to believe him, “And you can really just let go? All those years of searching, all the anguish and...” “And I discovered the man I lost that day is still lost and can never be found again. The man sitting in the other room is someone I never knew and I could never have loved. He has killed and enslaved more people than he can probably even remember. You asked if I can let go.” Robert moved slowly forward and drew David to his feet. “So much has happened in my life since that terrible day. In some ways I put my life on hold and I think I only began to really live again the day I met you.” David dipped his head, perhaps feeling too much to be able to meet Robert’s eyes. “What have I told you about doing that? Never hide from me,” Robert said, putting his fingers under David’s chin and lifted his face, glorying at the radiance he saw in his lover’s eyes. “I have never met anyone like you, David, and I know I never will. I think I know how much you care for me, and believe me, I love you with everything I am.” David could not speak he was so overwhelmed with love for this man. This man who risked all, every day of his life for those who could not help themselves, this wonderful man who had saved not only his body, but also his heart and soul and now they all belonged to him. David did the only thing he could at such a moment; he closed the narrow distance between them and kissed him thoroughly. Robert’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, crushing David to him. His lips moved firmly against David’s, silently asking him to open up, which David did eagerly and Robert slipped his tongue inside. As Robert’s tongue explored David’s mouth, David leaned against him, his hands travelling over Robert’s back, enjoying the strength of the man who held him. With a gasp, David pulled gently away and looked into Robert’s eyes, elated at the passion flaring there, passion for him. Feeling confident again, and sure of the man before him, David said, “I cannot tell you how much it means to me that you

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care, because you mean everything in the world to me and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you.” Grinning, Robert leaned in touching forehead to forehead saying, “David, whatever did I do to deserve you?” David laughed, “I do not know, but whatever it was I am just happy you did it!” “God, I want to remind you how happy you can make me, but this really is not the time is it?” Robert asked wistfully. David sighed. “Please, not while he is...even after all this time, just seeing him...I can still feel his hands on me, Robert. I know it was comparatively fleeting, but that was the first time any man touched me like that and he made me feel dirty, Robert, cheap. I do not want that memory, that feeling, encroaching on what I feel for you. Can you understand?” “Of course and I’m sorry, so very sorry.” “Sorry?” David queried. “For letting my selfish needs blind me to your pain. I never appreciated how much you were hurting until Aram told me. I never gave a thought to Malik’s mistreatment of you. All I could see was my own loss, my own pain and when it turned for a moment to joy, I forgot everything else. I never knew what a selfish person I really am.” He gave a deprecating smile. “Perhaps David, you should reconsider what kind of man you think I am.” “I know what kind of man you are, including that you are far from perfect,” he smiled at the little barb. “Like the rest of us you have faults, failings, and you can be selfish, you can be arrogant. So, you are no saint, but then it is not a saint I want, it is a man.” “But not until I have sorted out the problems of my unexpected guests,” Robert said pensively.

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Chapter Twelve Watching Aram talk to Robert, Malik recognized that something was wrong by the expressions flitting across Robert’s face and then when he rushed out of the room in the same direction as the young man, David, he thought perhaps he understood. With a lingering memory of how good they’d been together all those years ago, he hoped that Robert could find such joy again and if it was with that beautiful young man, then he could only thank whatever twisted fate had allowed him to bring them together. He knew now that whatever happened next he couldn’t stay with the Ocean Pearl any longer. There was nothing to stop him returning to the ship and carrying on his previous life, he could even take Suzanna with him if she was willing and he believed she would’ve been, except that he was no longer the same man he had been only a few hours ago. Meeting Robert Charteris again had finally made him see the truth that he’d hidden from himself. He’d spent years making excuses for his behaviour and, damn it, if he hadn’t explained them all to Suzanna, trying to get her to accept him as he was. It didn’t matter that it was all still the truth, he’d allowed it to control him. Not once in all those years had he made the attempt to change his life and it had been a long time since he had been a slave. He was suddenly swamped by shame for what he’d allowed his life to become. Listening to Charles Winstanley explaining to young Tom what Robert and Aram had spent the last fifteen years of their lives doing only made him feel worse. How could he ever make amends for all he’d done, all he’d allowed to happen? “Yes,” Tom was saying, “but I also want to know what it was like when David first...” Tom stopped, noticing for the first

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time that David was no longer in the room. “Mr. Winstanley, where did David go?” Charles glanced over at Aram and raised an eyebrow. Aram had been sitting in the corner just watching and listening. “It is not an easy subject for David to discuss at the best of times and...” “And it is a damned sight harder with me in the room,” Malik interrupted, his voice harsh, which didn’t fit his present demeanour at all. “I am sure he understands, Malik. Mr. Charteris must have explained to him about what happened to you,” Suzanna interjected. “Call me Robert,” the handsome older man said as he reentered the room, “and yes, I did explain to David about Malik shortly after we first met but, as I had no idea that he was the captain of the Ocean Pearl, nor did I have any idea until tonight what might have happened to him after I lost him that day. I am sure you can understand that David is very uncomfortable around Malik.” “Suzy cannot seem to understand that the rest of us do not see him in the same light as she does,” Tom said unkindly, frowning at his sister. “And you do not seem to be able to understand that what people go through can change them for good or for ill. Malik went through hell; I tried to tell you that but you refused to listen,” Suzanna retorted angrily. “Please, Suzanna, I’ve already caused enough trouble between you and your brother, don’t argue over me any more. I’m not worth it.” Malik stood up, glanced quickly at Suzanna and continued. “Listening to you all talking about... I think I see quite clearly what I’ve become, probably for the first time in longer than I can remember. I can’t...I don’t know what to say to any of you.” He looked over at Robert and found he couldn’t meet his eyes. He turned away and walked to the window, staring through it to the garden beyond. His eyes took in the bright colours amidst the lush green and the sounds of the water playing in the fountain yet his mind couldn’t comprehend the beauty, the peace of the scene, all he could seem to see and hear were the faces of captives and the screams of the dying.

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**** Suzanna watched him go and for the first time in her life she did not know what to do. She had always been so sure of herself and now when it really mattered, when the person who had come to mean more to her than anyone else, was in pain, she was lost. She felt tears prick at her eyes and was surprised when a warm hand was laid over hers. She looked up into the brown eyes of Robert Charteris. “You have just seen something of the real man hidden under all that pain,” he said softly. “If you really do care for him he will need you now more than ever. He is facing up to all the terrible things he has done and it is likely to get worse before it gets better. He is going to hit rock bottom and then he will need help to climb back up. Can you do that?” She gave him a watery smile. He had offered her the gift of how and she did not care how hard it would be; she believed Malik was worth it. “Yes, I can and I will.” Robert made to leave but she caught his wrist and he turned back to her. “Is there anything you can do to help? I know he means— meant something to you.” “The man I knew long ago does, but he is not here,” Robert said softly. “This is difficult. Let me think on it.” **** “Robert?” called Winstanley as Robert turned away. “Young Tom here has an interesting notion,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “And what might that be?” “Well,” Tom said excitedly, “seeing as how Suzy seems to want to stay with him and I have no wish whatsoever to be sent off to my uncle, could I not stay here with Mr. Winstanley and you and help free the slaves?” Robert burst out laughing and Tom looked affronted. Robert controlled himself, casting a quick glance at Aram who met his look steadily. Robert did not need to hear the words; the expression was enough. Aram would back whatever decision he made. “I am sorry Tom, no offence intended. Aram and I have worked together for so long and in the last few months things

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have certainly changed. Charles here has already joined our small band and I think David...” Robert hesitated, accepting he had no idea what David really wanted to make of his future. It was not something they had ever bothered to discuss. Life had seemed to exist from point to point, waiting for news of Marsden and then waiting to learn that the Batesons had been found. Robert did not think he had the right to assume what David’s choice might be until they had spoken about it. Instead he said, “I do not know about you though, Tom. You are still so young and if I did what I ought, I should send you to join your uncle.” “Oh, yes and how would I explain about Suzanna? God, I do not even know exactly what Suzy intends,” he said, glancing over at his sister who stood with Malik, both looking out of the window. They did not appear to be talking, just standing together. Tom sighed. “One thing Suzy and I do agree on is that neither of us wanted to be packed off to be dumped on an aging relative we hardly know. Father talked about me joining the army one day, not that he ever asked my opinion of course.” “You have to understand, Tom, if you were to join us this is not just some big adventure, this is deadly serious. Literally. Do you really want to risk your freedom, your life, on a regular basis?” Robert asked him. “If you had asked me that question three months ago, I would have said no. Now, I have seen murder, experienced torture and slavery,” this last was said with a measured look at Malik, “and I expect there is a lot worse that goes on I do not yet know about. I want this evil stopped and if you let me, I would like to help you. You have managed to survive all these years, I am sure you can teach me whatever I need to know.” “He made a good job of teaching me,” David’s voice came from the doorway. “David, I thought you were resting?” Robert was surprised that David had emerged from his room but perhaps he should not have been. David had proved to be very strong-willed. “I have rested enough,” David said firmly, glancing round the room. “It is time to sort out the future, mine and anyone else who wants it. I have heard enough to know that Tom wants to stay. Charles is already committed. I think you know I am not going anywhere.” By now David’s gaze was fixed firmly on

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Robert, who did not comment but held his lover’s gaze with a slight smile on his lips. “What of Suzanna? I can’t see that it would be safe for her to stay, even if she wishes,” Charles commented thoughtfully. “I will stay with Malik. I have told him whatever he wants to do, I will try to help him,” said Suzanna, turning away from the window to look at the assembled company. “Malik,” Robert said quietly. “Have you given any thought... I know you are confused by what has happened tonight, but could you...?” Robert did not know how to say this. How could he ask a man whose world has turned upside down, and who now understood he could have righted it long ago, to try and right it now? The man was hurting—Robert did his best to forget the pain Malik had caused others and tried to remember the man he used to be. He was in no state to make any decisions. Yet it could not wait. How safe was it for him to stay in the city? What of his crew? His ship was still moored at the harbour, but when was it due to sail? If he even wanted to stay, could he? There were so many questions and still more to come but no answers. Before Malik had a chance to say anything, David spoke again. “There is something I would like to say about this. I think I have the right,” David said earnestly. “If the captain now regrets his previous occupation, and in all sincerity now wishes to make redress, then I would suggest the sooner he starts the better. However, I have no desire to ever see him again, so I would appreciate it if the captain chooses another location.” Robert had never heard quite that tone of voice before from David and the distaste with which he said the word ‘captain’ was telling. He looked closely at David and saw a resolve that had not been there before, a look in the eye, a little something extra in his bearing. It gave him an edge that Robert found exciting. “I don’t know yet what I can do, but do something I must,” said Malik, finally turning from the window. “And as the young gentleman rightly said, the sooner the better.” David nodded and quietly said he would talk further with Robert privately, then he returned to his room. He had never once looked at Malik.

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Watching David leave, Robert thought idly that fate had played a dirty trick on him, the only two people he had ever fallen in love with would never be anything but enemies. However, he understood David’s feelings all too well. **** In the end Robert could do no more than accept everyone’s choices. He was still unsure about Tom, but when Winstanley said he would be happy to keep a close eye on the boy, there was little he could say. He knew Charles was reliable; in the few short months Robert had known him he had come to accept that Winstanley was one of those rare people you just knew was trustworthy. It was arranged that the next morning, which would not be all that long in coming as they had spent most of the night talking, that Aram and Charles would try and find a set of clothes to fit the youth. Then, the three of them left to get a little sleep, Aram showing Tom to a small room not far from the once first mate. When they retired, Suzanna and Malik were left alone with Robert and they had quite a conversation trying to find the best way for them to start a new life. Malik was determined his life at sea was at an end, the Reis of the Ocean Pearl would simply disappear on the back streets of Tripoli this night. He put forward the idea of trying to make up somehow for all that he had done, but Robert pointed out how hard that would be. He was well-known as a pirate and slaver and if he made it known he had switched sides he would be a target for his own crew. Also there was nothing he could do to change what had happened so he would place himself in the firing line for no real purpose. All he could really do was get out of the area and start anew. However, Malik was concerned for Suzanna, pointing out that mixed race couples were very rare but as Robert reminded him, Malik was as much a westerner as he was a Turk. “True, though I’d long since abandoned that part,” Malik agreed thoughtfully, “but then my colouring is still darker than that of a European.” “But, once you lose the native garb, and with me on your arm, we should be able to pass as a western couple,” Suzanna

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remarked. Malik was still unsure, wondering how they could make a living. Suzanna looked at Robert and hesitatingly asked if there was anything he could do to help. “I do have one possibility. I have not mentioned this before; I wanted to see what kind of future you wanted, both of you. I needed to know how sincere you were,” Robert glanced at Suzanna as he spoke. “If you are asking me what I want, I have only one answer: a future with Malik. I would be most grateful for anything you can suggest, anything at all that gives us a possibility of a life together.” She shook her head, not knowing what else to say, not knowing what future they could have. Malik had already confessed that being a pirate was all he knew any longer, he had little in the way of skills for earning a living any other way. “Malik seems to have forgotten his family holdings,” Robert said quietly. Malik lifted his head sharply, “My family holdings?” He frowned. “I assumed they had all been lost long ago, after I disappeared.” “I can understand that. Your father had died while we were in England and you were the only one left.” “Family holdings?” Suzanna asked, looking from one man to the other. “What kind of holdings are you talking about?” “My family owned a house and stables here in the city, and we had another house on Sicily surrounded by a large olive grove. That was another source of our income, the export of olives and olive oil. Robert?” he asked, eyes hopeful for the first time since he entered this house. “Your cousin from Zarzis came to see me a month or so after you were taken. He wanted me to state categorically that you were dead and, of course, I refused. He wanted to sell your property but he could not unless he had a witness to your death but I insisted though you were a prisoner you were still alive. After another year without word of you, he petitioned the Pasha to be declared your heir and eventually after another two years he succeeded. He immediately set about liquidating your assets, made a tidy sum from the house and contents and the horses.” “Horses?” Suzanna queried curiously.

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“Oh yes, Malik’s father was famous for the Arabians he reared. Quite a string of horses went under the hammer that day.” Turning to Malik, Robert added, “I bought Suleiman.” Malik smiled, lost in memory as Robert explained to Suzanna. “He used to spend hours telling me about his horse back home: Suleiman. Said the animal seemed to be able to read his mind. It was true, Malik, he was magnificent. I had him for almost ten years and I never found another horse to touch him.” “I’m glad you looked after him, thank you for buying him,” Malik’s gratitude was obvious. It seemed strange that after all these years he still had a soft spot for that animal. “The horse was not all I bought and looked after, waiting until you returned. I refused to believe that one day you would not come home and would want to get on with your life. I know it was naive, but I was young and hope was all I had. As time passed it was the only link I had to you and I could not let go of that hope.” “What are you talking about, Mr. Charteris?” Suzanna asked. “Robert,” he said automatically inviting the young woman to use his given name. However, Robert gave his answer to Malik. “I bought the olive grove. I asked your father’s steward if he would look after the place for me. Told him I was holding it in trust for your return. I am not sure he believed that you would come home, but he promised to make it worth my while keeping it for you. He moved his family into the house and has kept it a thriving concern all these years—and I used the proceeds to keep looking for you and helping to free other slaves along the way.” “I cannot think of a better use for it,” Malik said mechanically. Then he closed his eyes and swallowed. “God, Robert, I can’t believe all you’ve tried to do for me all these years, just on the hope that I might return one day. I feel wrong somehow, just taking this...this wonderful opportunity,” he glanced over at Suzanna, before turning back to Robert, “And just, leaving you again. Without your belief in me none of this would have been possible. It feels like a betrayal.” “No, it is not. I did what I had to and now everything is different,” Robert smiled, “For both of us. I am glad it is

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possible to give you back what should have been yours. Take her and make a fresh start.” Malik stared at his onetime love and was literally speechless. Suzanna, however, was not and thanked Robert effusively for giving them a chance at a life together. She also commented that as Sicily was not so far away; it also meant that Tom would not need to be out of her life if he so chose. “If there is any way you can make him understand that Malik is as much a victim as he or even David was, then I would be eternally grateful. I love my brother, Robert, and well, I do not want to lose him.” “You need to give him time, Suzanna. I will try and talk with him, try to make him see that though he had a bad experience on the Ocean Pearl, it did not compare with what happened to Malik so he does not really have a frame of reference.” The ex-captain had held nothing back when he had told Robert what had happened, and it helped his friend to understand why he had felt the need to become like the man who had tortured him; it was a self-defence mechanism. But he doubted if David would see it that clearly any more than Tom would, at least not yet. “Perhaps after more experience with the evils of the slave trade he will begin to understand the real cost it puts on its victims.” As far as his guests were concerned he was talking about Tom, but in his heart he hoped that David would understand one day too. With a figurative shake of his head, Robert promised to organise everything for them and to arrange transport to Sicily as soon as possible. He then called for a servant to show them to a room and, without being asked, Malik said he would keep to their room and stay out of the way of the others, especially David. Robert realized that Malik at least had understood what he was thinking. Now he felt able to talk with David, let him know everything was settled. **** It was three days since that fateful night when Malik had walked back into Robert’s life and the house was quiet as the evening stars lightened the sky above the garden. Robert sat next

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to David on a small bench and watched his lover lean back and gaze at the vast sky above. There were only the two of them in the house; Robert having given the servants the night off and Charles and Tom had accompanied Aram on his visit to speak with the Brothers, who at last had some news regarding the possible sale of Aram’s lady friend, Bettina. Charles had privately told Robert that he and Tom were going to help Aram celebrate his good fortune. Suzanna and Malik had left early that morning for Sicily and Robert could still remember David’s confused mood when he told him what plans had been made for them. When Robert had first entered David’s room after everyone else had finally retired that first night, it was to find him sprawled across his bed. He was still dressed and Robert guessed he had tried to stay awake until Robert came but he had taken much longer than David expected and exhaustion had finally won out. Robert had considered climbing on the bed with his lover and sleeping alongside him but with a sigh he decided it might not be the right time. Instead he leaned over and kissed David’s hair, whispering he loved him and then left for his own room. It was not until midmorning the next day that David finally emerged from his room to find Robert waiting for him in the living room. David glanced around and Robert guessed he was looking for unwanted guests, but there was no one else around. Quietly, Robert said, “Aram and Charles have taken Tom to meet the Brothers. He is really keen to help. Also, I wanted to get him out of the house for a while, he is still angry about the captain and his sister. I thought it better to give him something else to occupy his thoughts.” “I see. I expected you to come to my room last night, or shall I say early this morning, to let me know what had been decided. Am I to expect to see the captain at any moment?” David’s tone was distant. “I did come to your room,” Robert replied as he rose to meet David who had not completely ventured inside the room. “You were fast asleep and I did not have the heart to awaken you. I kissed you goodnight and left.”

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David blushed slightly, “Oh,” he said. “Sorry I missed that, you should have awoken me.” His smile faded as he asked, “And did you come to any decision?” Carefully Robert explained how he had arranged for the upkeep of Malik’s family estate in Sicily, using any proceeds toward the search for his friend and for the freedom and assistance of other slaves and how that now meant the ex-captain had a new chance at life—with Suzanna. “I do not know how,” commented a slightly puzzled Robert, “but she somehow saw through the horror of what life had dealt him to see underneath to the man he could be.” David frowned, very much in two minds about the situation, part of him wanting the man to pay for what he had done. David had seen murder and enslavement committed at his command. Yet, another part of him could not bear to hurt Suzanna; he wanted her to have a chance at happiness. To try and help him see the whole picture, Robert had gone on to explain to David some of the horrors that had turned the happy young man he had known all those years ago into the cruel captain of the Corsair vessel. David tried to understand, thinking of his own brush with sexual slavery and what his life might have been like if he had not been saved by Robert and Aram. He had suffered many nightmares when he had first been rescued, transferring the fear he experienced at the invasive treatment he had received at the hands of Tarik in Serafin’s house to the faceless men who had surrounded him at the sale the next day. He had woken in a cold sweat many a night afterwards tortured by visions of rude invasions into his body, or of his being forced to service men in a variety of ways on demand of his master. His master, he shivered again these many months later at the thought of what that would have meant, how he would have felt. Now he acknowledged his nightmares had become reality for the young Malik and had been so terrible they had completely changed the man he had been. “Very well, Robert,” he said in a low voice, “I understand why you feel the need to help him and I guess I am glad that he has somewhere safe to take Suzanna. Though I think I

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understand a little better now, I still cannot feel comfortable in his presence. I am sorry if that is—” Robert interrupted, “You will not need to see him. He is going to keep to his room until he and Suzanna can take passage to Sicily. Aram has gone to the docks with a dual purpose, to see if there is any talk of the captain of the Ocean Pearl and to discover when the next ship sails for Sicily.” When Aram returned later it was with the good news that there was a ship sailing for Sicily in two days. As for news from the Ocean Pearl, there were various rumours floating about. One was that the captain had been killed by two slaves he had taken ashore, but no one had seen or heard anything to corroborate the story, though the two slaves were certainly missing. Another was that he was having a good time with said slaves somewhere in the city and would return when he was ready. “However,” Aram said, “I ignored such rumours and listened instead to a conversation I happened to overhear between the first mate and another crewmember.” “Happened to overhear?” Charles smiled knowingly. Aram raised an eyebrow at him but did not deign to comment. “And?” Robert prompted. “And, the mate had, to quote, ‘had enough of the captain’s sticking it to that bitch and if he didn’t return by next tide he was taking over’. If he was being truthful in his assertion the ship should have sailed by this evening.” The first mate proved to be very truthful and the Ocean Pearl had indeed sailed that evening. Robert had gone to the docks himself to see what happened and watched the ship leave the harbour, which would make it much safer for Malik to return to the docks in two days to board the ship to Sicily. Even though he would be dressed in European clothing, the change in appearance would not fool anyone who knew the man well. “The sky is wonderful this evening, do you not think?” David asked softly, and the words brought Robert’s mind back to the here and now. “Yes, it certainly is,” Robert smiled at him. It was quiet again for a few minutes as each man contemplated both the night and their relationship.

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Robert was content that things were settled now and that he could look forward to a future with the man he loved. **** In contrast David was on edge. At last he knew Robert was his and his alone, having finally found his long lost lover and sent him away with another. David was secure in his feelings. He wished he were as certain of the decision he had made only a few moments ago. To take his mind from his confused thoughts, he turned to Robert with another subject entirely. “Do you really think we can do anything to help those three sailors Charles was speaking about earlier?” “I hope so, but we still need to get some information from the prison; the Brothers can help with that. I know what drives Charles’ need to try,” he added with a sigh. “Yet more sailors captured by Malik on his last trip, men who refused to join the fleet. Their future is bleak otherwise and after what happened to Marsden...” “Robert, if my opinion counts, I want us to try.” “Of course your opinion counts, David. We are a team; each of us has a voice. I know Aram wants to try, too,” Robert smiled. “And Tom is just raring to go. We just need a plan and for that we need information, the more we know the better our chances of success.” He hesitated for a moment, staring at David. “But as I have already said before, we take certain risks but I cannot let... I refuse to risk losing you, not now...” his voice faded as he lifted a hand to gently touch David’s face. David leaned into the caress, staring wide-eyed at his lover, smiling at the look in Robert’s eyes. David felt butterflies dancing in his stomach as he thought about finally letting Robert inside his body. Robert stood up, and with a smile that lit up his face, he reached out a hand to David, who took it and lifted it to his mouth. Gazing at Robert through fluttering lashes, David kissed his hand while rising to his feet and felt Robert shiver a little from the sensation that simple movement generated, sending a skittering down his spine. Robert pulled David to him and, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist, pressed him close as their lips met.

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David melted into Robert’s embrace, giving himself up to the delicious sensations that flooded his being while Robert’s tongue intimately explored his mouth. All his nerves were tingling, his blood rushing through his veins, pounding in his ears, the very heart of him thrumming in his chest as if it wanted to burst free. Robert released David only when breathing became a priority, gasping as he looked into his lover’s eyes, smiling at the joy he saw there. He leaned back in to kiss along David’s jaw and down his neck, pulling free his shirt for better access. David whimpered a little at the feeling, pressing his body closer to Robert and letting his hands wander lower over the older man’s back until he reached his waist where he began to scrabble at his shirt, trying to pull it free as the urge to feel skin overwhelmed him. “Shall we go to my room, David?” Robert whispered. “Oh yes, please,” David gasped, nervous at what he planned but also eager and excited to feel Robert’s intimate touch. “Robert, will you make love to me tonight, the way we saw at the oasis?” Robert lifted his head from his exploration of David’s neck to stare at him. “Are you sure?” he whispered. “Yes,” David breathed. Looking euphoric at the prospect of fulfilling his final desire, Robert led David by the hand through the garden to his room. As they entered, David glanced around, taking in the dark wood against white walls but it was difficult to take his eyes off the centrepiece of the room: the bed. They had enjoyed each other in this room before yet somehow everything seemed different this time. David turned back to find Robert watching him. Reaching out a hand and caressing the nape of David’s neck, Robert drew him closer. He came gladly, his own arms reaching up around Robert’s neck until their lips met, mouths opened and tongues began their dance. Separating breathlessly, Robert reached out to undo the buttons on David’s shirt, holding his lover’s gaze the entire time.

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David moved closer to finish pulling Robert’s shirt from his trousers, slipping his hands underneath to lay them flat on Robert’s abdomen, savouring the contact. Leaning down to kiss the smooth chest, licking and nipping his way to his nipples, Robert’s eyes never left David’s, which widened in pleasure at the sensations flooding him as Robert’s talented mouth moved across his chest, soft moaning filling the room. Robert smiled around David’s nipples as he heard the sound, gratified that he could make the younger man react so. He gently pushed David back the few steps to his bed until the younger man fell on his back. David laughed, bouncing on the bed, watching Robert throw himself down to land alongside him. The laughter quickly died when David saw the expression in Robert’s eyes. Robert was looking at him with such devotion that it took his breath away. Then he just watched as Robert leaned down and began to untie and remove David’s shoes, pulled off his socks and then moved up to unfasten the buttons on his trousers, tugging them gently from his legs. Robert glanced back up at David, smiling tenderly while reaching for the waistband of David’s underwear, his hands caressing his lover’s hips as he pulled the garment free. Robert looked at David; he lay there naked in the centre of his bed, completely open and so trusting. “God, you are beautiful!” he declared and David blushed at the tone in his voice. Robert laughed, “You blush everywhere,” he added, which only made David blush even more. “Robert!” “What?” He grinned. David tried to give his lover a disapproving look but failed miserably, beaming instead, “You are wearing too many clothes.” David reached out but Robert avoided his touch and slid off the bed. David frowned, wondering what was wrong when Robert smiled and removed his shirt. He watched as Robert slowly peeled off his clothing until he stood naked for David’s appreciation. David let his eyes roam over Robert’s body, taking

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in the long legs, the hard muscles and sharp planes, lingering on the nipples lying among the chest hair and following the line down his flat belly to his genitals. He rolled over onto his knees and moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes capturing Robert’s. “God, Robert, you are perfect.” Before David was aware he had moved, Robert was pushing him back to lie on the bed and swooping in to take his mouth in a bruising passionate kiss. David gave himself wholeheartedly until their tongues were duelling in and out of each other’s mouths. They pulled apart, panting for breath and Robert’s hands were busy drifting down David’s body, brushing over nipples, across ribs and down his belly until he was a writhing quivering mass of nerve endings. The only sound in the room was David’s whimpering and Robert’s mutterings. “Love you, want you, need you. You are mine, you hear?” “Mmmm, yours...yes...love, oh Robert.” Following the route his hands had taken, Robert once again began kissing and licking his way down David’s body. David tried to reciprocate, reaching for Robert’s back, caressing wherever he could touch but before long he was so overcome he just collapsed under Robert’s ministrations. After massaging David’s cock for a few moments, Robert let it slip from his hand and continued his exploration to fondle his balls, dipping his head to kiss David’s belly, making him squirm and groan. Loving what he could do to David, Robert continued to kiss David’s body until he finally hovered above his erection. David felt the loss of Robert’s mouth on his body while his hand stilled on his balls and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look at his lover. He found Robert watching him, just inches above his heavy cock, which twitched with the idea of Robert kissing it drifted across David’s mind. A sudden grin spread over Robert’s features as he licked his lips in anticipation. David’s heartbeat sped up and he found himself gasping as Robert suddenly swooped down and covered his erection with his hot and hungry mouth. “Oh God, Robert!” gasped David.

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Robert laughed at his exclamation and as the warm breaths ghosted over his cock, David’s abdominal muscles tightened at the sensations and he moaned Robert’s name over and over. Hearing David gasping out his name like that always sent shocks rolling down Robert’s spine and he sucked in a breath around David’s cock, making his hips arch off the bed and Robert used his other hand, which had been drawing lazy circles on David’s belly, to hold him still. Robert released David’s balls and slid his fingers further back along the perineum to the small opening. David tensed somewhat at this new feeling; before this, Robert had caressed his globes but had never touched his hole. Robert continued his gentle massaging around and around, causing David to experience small spasms low in his belly. Automatically David opened his legs wider, bending his knees a little, unconsciously allowing for better access. Robert pressed one finger firmly against the hole and pushed slowly as he licked along the underside of David’s cock. David’s back arched off the bed at the unfamiliar sensation and he was muttering almost constantly now Robert’s name alternating with the odd reference to God, and an occasional curse thrown in for good measure. Robert had never sucked him with such abandon before and David felt his balls were being sucked out through his cock. Then the familiar tingle began in his toes and travelled up his legs to settle in his balls, tight and heavy. Robert sensed that David was almost ready and he pushed a little more firmly against his hole and David froze for a second before shuddering. “Going to come, Robert, cannot stop, coming...oh God, I…” Robert took one last suck and then David was coming into his mouth and Robert concentrated on trying to swallow it all. David lay gasping, trying to get at least a few brain cells back under control. When he could remember his own name, he glanced over at the smug man lying alongside him idly caressing his chest. He smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “Robert,” he said softly, “you really are good at that.” David was running his hands over Robert’s chest, twisting his

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fingers in the springy brown hair, circling the proud nipples before leaning in to kiss them as his hands continued moving down Robert’s body, one hand finally taking and caressing the rock hard penis. Robert put his hand over David’s, “That is not wise just now,” he smiled. “I am so ready and I want to be inside you when I come.” He bit his lower lip a moment before continuing, “If you still want me to?” “Oh yes, more than ever. I want to feel as connected to you as I can.” “Oh David,” Robert kissed him thoroughly. “I need to prepare you a little, you understand?” “Do what you need. You know I trust you.” Robert pulled open the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle of oil. “This is olive oil,” he hesitated for a moment before continuing, “This will make it easier for you.” He had no intention of telling David the oil came from Sicily. David smiled and nodded, “I know you will take care of me.” Robert grinned but as he looked down at the vision lying spread out on the centre of his bed, simply waiting for him, he sucked in a breath. Long limbs, smooth golden skin that he knew was velvet to the touch, sparkling blue eyes, almost black as he looked back at Robert, topped off by the most unruly, attractive fair hair that he wanted to bury his face in. He swooped in and took the warm willing lips in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue deep inside wanting to touch the heart of the man. As the realization hit him of just how much he loved this man, Robert felt like he had just been punched in the chest. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping, his eyes a little wild as he stared at David. David felt the sudden loss and opened his eyes. For a moment he was afraid at the panicked look in Robert’s eyes. “Robert?” he asked gently. “I love you so much,” Robert gasped. David smiled and said with a sigh. “I love you, too. More than I can say.”

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“Oh God, David!” Robert pulled David to him and kissed him with such ferocious passion that he was fighting to breathe, his chest panting with effort. “Roll over,” Robert gasped as David tried to gulp air back in his lungs. “Please...can I not...see you? Like this,” he managed to say between breaths. “If you are sure, though it is easier on your hands and knees.” “No, please, I have to see you,” David pleaded. “Whatever you want,” Robert said softly, brushing a finger down his cheek. Robert’s heart was so full he thought it must surely overflow. Smiling his relief, David made himself comfortable on the mattress and opened his legs. Robert settled between them, hooking first one and then the other over his thighs. He removed the stopper from the bottle of oil, spreading some over his fingers. Leaning over, he kissed David’s shoulder where it met his neck, nibbling before moving down his chest to nip and lick his nipples. At the same time, he stroked David’s perineum and along the cleft of his ass before pushing one finger slowly inside, penetrating further than he had earlier. David moaned at the intrusion, pushing back a little. “Steady,” Robert said quietly as he continued to stretch him and after a short time he inserted a second finger, and eventually a third, working carefully to open up his young lover. He was so tight and hot it was all Robert could do to force himself to go slow. Lifting his head and shoulders off the bed, David murmured, “Robert,” his voice hoarse with need. He had never felt so...so wanton before. Robert glanced at his lover, surging up to meet the waiting mouth, kissing quick and hard before David collapsed back onto the bed, muttering, “Love you, love you.” Robert was pushing in a little further, searching for that one spot, wanting to give David everything he could. He knew he had found it when David lifted his hips with a cry. “Oh God, again, please do that again!”

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With a laugh, Robert flicked his finger across the prostate and David yelled louder. “You feel all right, ready for me?” asked Robert, removing his fingers. “Mmmm,” was David’s only response. Taking that as a yes, Robert quickly applied some oil to himself and then he carefully placed the head of his cock against David’s opening and gently pushed against the ring of muscle, feeling it give against his steady pressure. Then, with a sigh, David relaxed and his lover slid all the way in. Robert rested to allow David time to adjust. David opened eyes he did not remember closing to see Robert bent over him, his head dipped between his arms, almost resting on David’s chest. There had been a little pain when Robert had first entered him but he expected that and it had passed quickly. Now he just felt full, completed by the presence of Robert within his body and encompassing him. David reached up to press a kiss against Robert’s hair and he raised his head to smile at the joy he saw in David’s expression. A sudden mischievous look flickered over David’s face and he said, “You seem quite at home; ever going to move?” “No, I am quite comfortable, thanks,” Robert quipped. “Bastard!” David laughed. He felt wonderful and he never wanted it to end. “No, my parents were married.” “Did they know they produced a sadist?” Laughing, Robert slowly pulled out and David sighed, only to arch his neck back with a gasp when Robert thrust back in. Robert repeated the motion, slowly pulling out and slamming back in, and David lifted his legs higher, wrapping them around Robert’s waist. Robert was gradually increasing the rhythm until David was so overcome with sensations that he thrashed about on the bed, continually muttering and moaning. “Yes, yes, oh God…oh God…oh Robert, yes, please, yes, more, more, oh God.” Robert smiled happily, knowing that David was enjoying their coupling, that he could bring such pleasure to his lover. Then, as his own orgasm began to gather, he forgot everything but the sensations pounding through him, the fire in his veins,

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the blood rushing through his head and the tightness of the heat holding him within the man he loved. Within, he was within; David was all around, surrounding him, holding him, bearing him up as he prepared to take that leap. David sensed the gathering of Robert’s orgasm as his rhythm faltered slightly and a shudder ran through him. Then Robert was coming and coming, filling him up and David whispered, “Robert, oh Robert.” Robert never heard David’s quiet benediction as he cried out his completion, “Daaaavid!” before collapsing across his lover’s chest. Wrapping his arms around Robert, David held him close as he rode out the after-effects of his climax. After a couple of minutes, Robert roused enough to lift his head and smile at David. “That was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced,” David said softly. Robert slipped carefully from David’s body and rolled toward him so they lay facing each other, “You know I have had penetrative sex before, David, but it has never been like that with anyone else. I felt something...spiritual, when I was inside you.” David’s heart swelled at that and he leaned in to kiss Robert, just as Robert succumbed to a yawn. “Ah, so now you have finally had me, all you want to do is sleep. Some compliment!” Robert laughed softly, “I guess it is. I feel so at ease, so much at peace.” He pulled the covers over them both and snuggled down, turning to face David and resting his head against his shoulder, his lips brushing the warm skin, “I love you,” he murmured. David wrapped his arms around him and whispered, “Go to sleep.” After only a few minutes, Robert’s breathing evened out and David knew he was asleep. Everything was as it should be in David’s world and with a gentle sigh he let sleep take him, too.

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About the Author Stevie Woods lives in the Northwest of England and enjoys reading and writing stories of romantic adventure. Stevie is happy to hear from readers via http://www.steviewoods.com

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