“But you didn’t?”

“No. I saw in her a brightness that appealed to me. And I was already old, had gained everything I wanted, stood to lose nothing by playing.”

“Playing?”

“I wanted to see if I could circumvent Perestu and elevate Ceyden’s status. Sadly, it did not work.”

“When were you sent away from the harem?”

“Shortly after Ceyden spent the night with the sultan. Perestu did not appreciate my endeavor.”

“Perestu seems to think Ceyden has never so much as spoken to Abdül Hamit.”

Bezime laughed. “Well, perhaps they didn’t speak.” The scent of her tobacco filled the room. “But they did spend a night together.”

I picked up the bowstring from the low table before us, fingering the soft cords. “If Perestu knows that, would it spur her to exact revenge on you?”

“If she’s bored enough,” Bezime said. “There’s no better distraction from ennui than eliminating one’s former rivals.”

“I’m getting no candor from the concubines at Yıldız. What must I do to change this? How can I make them trust me?”

“It’s impossible to force trust. There is, however, something you could try to earn it, but it may scare you too much.”

“I never back down from a challenge.”

She laughed. “Then tell Perestu you want to go to the hamam at Yıldız. You will find the women more likely to trust you if you bathe with them.”

“Bathe with them?”

“It is our tradition. Everyone goes to the baths at least once a week—I told you I worked in one before the sultan found me. There is no better place to find out all the gossip, all the truth. Perestu will allow it because she will believe the experience will do nothing but horrify you.”