"Not even to Zubeydeh——?"
"Of course not. Zubeydeh is old and ugly. She would not understand what a young girl thinks about."
"And can you go out without her knowing?"
"By the private stairway. Of course. There is another door below, locked, but I can procure a key."
"Then I too——" Marishka paused and Yeva turned, reading her thoughts.
"Ah, I understand. You wish to go to him. It is a pity, but it is impossible."
"Impossible! Why?"
"I can do the Fräulein a favor, since she has been kind to me, but to disobey the commands of my lord and master—I would call upon myself the curses of Allah."
Marishka pondered for a moment. "The Effendi desires that I remain here?" she asked.
"That is his command, Fräulein."