When I entered the kiosk in which she lives, I was received by many eunuchs in splendid
costume blazing with jewels, and carrying scimitars in their hands. They led me to an
inner vestibule, where I was divested of my cloak and shoes and regaled with refreshments.
Presently an elderly woman, very richly dressed, accompanied by a number of young girls,
approached me, and after the usual salutation, informed me that the Sultana Asseki was
ready to see me. All the walls of the kiosk in which she lives are covered with the most
beautiful Persian tiles and the floors are of cedar and sandalwood, which give out the
most delicious odor. I advanced through an endless row of bending female slaves, who stood
on either side of my path. At the entrance to the apartment in which the Sultana consented
to receive me, the elderly lady who had accompanied me all the time made me a profound
reverence, and beckoned to two girls to give me their aid; so that I passed into the
presence of the Sultana leaning upon their shoulders. The Sultana, who is a stout but
beautiful young woman, sat upon silk cushions striped with silver, near a latticed window
overlooking the sea. Numerous slave women, blazing with jewels, attended upon her, holding
fans, pipes for smoking, and many objects of value.
When we had selected from these, the great lady, who rose to receive me, extended her
hand and kissed me on the brow, and made me sit at the edge of the divan on which she
reclined. She asked many questions concerning our country and our religion, of which she
knew nothing whatever, and which I answered as modestly and discreetly as I could. I was
surprised to notice, when I had finished my narrative, that the room was full of women,
who, impelled by curiosity, had come to see me, and to hear what I had to say.
The Sultana now entertained me with an exhibition of dancing girls and music, which was
very delectable. When the dancing and music were over, refreshments were served upon trays
of solid gold sparkling with jewels. As it was growing late, and I felt afraid to remain
longer, lest I should vex her, I made a motion of rising to leave. She immediately clapped
her hands, and several slaves came forward, in obedience to her whispered commands,
carrying trays heaped up with beautiful stuffs, and some silver articles of fine
workmanship, which she pressed me to accept. After the usual salutations the old woman who
first escorted me into the imperial presence conducted me out, and I was led from the room
in precisely the same manner in which I had entered it, down to the foot of the staircase,
where my own attendants awaited me.
From: Eva March Tappan, ed., The World's Story: A History of the World in Story,
Song, and Art, (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1914), Vol. VI: Russia, Austria-Hungary,
The Balkan States, and Turkey, pp. 509-510.
© Paul Halsall, October 1998
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