“I’m so sorry.”

“This is not, I think, the way you’d hoped to spend your wedding trip,” he said.

“No one would anticipate such a thing, but I would never walk away from the opportunity to seek justice.”

“Justice, Lady Emily, is not always so clear.”

“Did you know Ceyden?”

“To a degree.”

“Will you not tell me more?” I watched his face, searching for evidence that he was withholding something, but his countenance was calm, focused.

“You question the sultan?” He placed his palms flat against the board in front of him, and I expected anger to cloud his eyes. Instead, I saw laughter.

“Bad form?” I smiled at him.

“Terribly.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” I said. “I’m merely trying to form as accurate a summation of the girl’s life as I can.”

“You’ll find all you need to know in the harem.”

“Your concubines have been less than forthcoming. It’s almost as if their words are chosen for them.”

“And this surprises you?”

“Yes, because I’d been led to believe you support my investigation. A word from you would surely—”

“It is not I you must convince, but my mother,” he said.

“Does she not listen to you?”

“Does your mother listen to you?”

Laughter escaped my lips, and I felt my cheeks flushing hot. “Never.”

“We are of one mind, then, at least in this regard. And if your mother is like mine”—he leaned closer to me—“the less said about it the better. Her spies are everywhere.”

“But surely your own spies hold them at bay?”

“One can only hope.”

He was warming to me. I felt we were on a course to getting along famously, and this brought me no small measure of pride. To have so quickly made an ally of the sultan himself! A slight tug of conscience made me almost wish Colin were standing behind me, reminding me of what, exactly, goes before a fall, but I dismissed the notion and beamed, ready to forward the rest of my agenda.