“When did you receive it?”

“Not twenty minutes ago.”

“Who at Yıldız would wish you harm?”

“That is no simple question to answer. Perestu, I suppose, is an obvious suspect.”

“How so?”

“I used to be valide sultan. Perhaps that threatens her.”

“Forgive me, but you’re not any longer—surely she feels her role is secure.”

“I’m still able to communicate directly with the sultan. She may not like that, particularly as she knows it is not difficult for a woman skilled in the mysterious arts to wield a certain amount of control over a man so full of fear.”

I sat silent, skeptical of her claim of control, particularly as she’d been sent to Topkapı as an elegant banishment.

“You don’t believe me?” she asked.

“What sort of official power did you have before coming here but after Perestu had been named valide sultan?”

“I had no title, if that’s what you mean. But it is unusual for any concubine to be allowed to stay in the harem after her sultan no longer rules. I had the respect of every resident of the palace.”

“Why did you come here?”

“I had no choice. Perestu wanted me to go.”

“Which makes her an unlikely candidate to have sent the bowstring. She’s got you where she wants you.” I touched the silk, my fingers flinching at its cool smoothness. “Have you heard of anyone else receiving such a thing?”

“Never.”

“Could it have to do with your connection to Ceyden?”

“You think the killer wants me next?”

“I don’t know. Would there be a reason for him to?”

“Ceyden and I were close, as you already know. I did all I could when she was young to educate her, to train her to be everything that might please the sultan. She was a smart girl—eager to learn. Took to languages with no effort, except English. Her voice always had a seductive lilt to it—perhaps a hint of her lost British accent.”