I AM ESTHER

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    IwasputtinglentilsoupontheboilforoureveningmealwhenNesimsaid,“There’savisitoratthedoor.”Ireplied,“Makesurethesoupdoesn’tburn,”handinghimthespoonandgivingitacoupleofturnsinthepotwhileholdinghisagedhand.Ifyoudon’tshowthem,they’llstandthereforhoursidlyholdingthespooninthepot.

    WhenIsawBlackatthedoorIfeltnothingbutpityforhim.TherewassuchanexpressiononhisfaceIwasafraidtoaskwhathadhappened.

    “Don’tbothertocomeinside,”Isaid,“I’llbeoutassoonasIchangeclothes.”

    IdonnedthepinkandyellowgarmentsthatIwearwhenI’minvitedtoRamadanfestivities,wealthybanquetsandlengthyweddings,andtookupmyholidaysatchel.“I’llhavemysoupwhenIgetback,”IsaidtopoorNesim.

    BlackandIhadcrossedonestreetinmylittleJewishneighborhoodwhosechimneyslabortoexpeltheirsmoke,thewayourkettlesforceouttheirsteam,andIsaid:“Shekure’sformerhusbandisback.”

    Blackfellsilentandstayedthatwayuntilwelefttheneighborhood.Hisfacewasashen,thecolorofthewaningday.

    “Wherearethey?”heaskedsometimelater.

    FromthisquestionIguessedthatShekureandherchildrenweren’tathome.“They’reattheirhouse,”Isaid.BecauseImeantShekure’sprevioushome,andknewatoncethatthiswouldsingeBlack’sheart,Iopenedadoorofhopeforhimbytackingtheword“probably”ontotheendofmystatement.

    “Haveyouseenhernewlyreturnedhusband?”heaskedme,lookingdeepintomyeyes.

    “Ihaven’tseenhim,neitherdidIseeShekure’sflightfromthehouse.”

    “Howdidyouknowthey’dleft?”

    “Fromyourface.”

    “Tellmeeverything,”hesaiddecisively.

    Blackwassotroubledhedidn’tunderstandthatEsther—hereyeeternallyatthewindow,hereareternallytotheground—couldnever“telleverything”ifshewantedtocontinuetobetheEstherwhofoundhusbandsforsomanydreamymaidensandknockedonthedoorsofsomanyunhappyhomes.

    “WhatI’veheard,”Isaid,“isthatthebrotherofShekure’sformerhusband,Hasan,visitedyourhouse”—itheartenedhimwhenIsaid“yourhouse”—“andtoldShevketthathisfatherwasonhiswayhomefromwar,thathewouldarrivearoundmidafternoon,andthatifhedidn’tfindShevket’smotherandbrotherintheirrightfulhome,he’dbeveryupset.Shevkettoldthistohismother,whoactedcautiously,butcouldn’tcometoadecision.Towardmidafternoon,ShevketleftthehousetobewithhisUncleHasanandhisgrandfather.”

    “Wheredidyoulearnthesethings?”

    “Hasn’tShekuretoldyouaboutHasan’sschemesoverthelasttwoyearstogetherbacktohishouse?TherewasatimewhenHasansentletterstoShekurethroughme.”

    “Didsheeverrespondtothem?”

    “IknowallthevarietiesofwomeninIstanbul,”Isaidproudly,“there’snoonewho’sasboundtoherhouse,herhusbandandherhonorasShekureis.”

    “ButIamherhusbandnow.”

    Hisvoiceborethattypicallymaleuncertaintythatalwaysdepressedme.Amazingly,towhicheversideShekurefled,theothersidewenttopieces.

    “HasanwroteanoteandgaveittometodelivertoShekure.ItdescribedhowShevkethadcomehometoawaitthereturnofhisfather,howShekurehadbeenmarriedinanillegitimateceremony,howShevketwasveryunhappyonaccountofthefalsehusbandwhowassupposedtobehisnewfatherandhowhewasnevergoingback.”

    “HowdidShekurerespond?”

    “ShewaitedforyouallthroughthenightwithpoorOrhan.”

    “WhataboutHayriye?”

    “Hayriye’sbeenwaitingforyearsfortheopportunitytodrownyourbeautifulwifeinaspoonfulofwater.ThiswaswhyshebegansleepingwithyourEnishte,mayherestinpeace.WhenHasansawthatShekurewasspendingthenightaloneinfearofmurderersandghosts,hesentalonganothernotethroughme.”

    “Whatdidhewrite?”

    ThanksbetoGodthatyourunfortunateEsthercan’treadorwrite,becausewhenirateEffendisandirritablefathersaskthisquestion,shecansay:“Icouldn’treadtheletter,onlythefaceofthebeautifulmaidenreadingtheletter.”

    “WhatdidyoureadinShekure’sface?”

    “Helplessness.”

    Foralongtimewedidn’tspeak.Awaitingnightfall,anowlwasperchedonthedomeofasmallGreekchurch;runny-nosedneighborhoodkidslaughedatmyclothesandbundle,andamangydoghappilyscratchinghimselflopeddownfromthecemeterylinedwithcypressestogreetthenight.

    “Slowdown!”IshoutedatBlacklater,“Ican’tgetupthesehillsthewayyoucan.Whereareyoutakingmewithmysatchellikethis?”

    “BeforeyoubringmetoHasan’shouse,I’mtakingyoutosomegenerousandbraveyoungmensoyoucanspreadoutyourbundleandsellthemsomefloweryhandkerchiefs,silksashesandpurseswithsilverembroideryfortheirsecretlovers.”

    ItwasagoodsignthatBlackcouldstillmakejokesinhispitiablestate,butIcouldfathomtheseriousnessbehindhismirth.“Ifyou’regoingtogatheraposse,I’llnevertakeyoutoHasan’shouse,”Isaid.“I’mfrightenedtodeathoffightsandbrawls.”

    “IfyoucontinuetobetheintelligentEstheryou’vealwaysbeen,”hesaid,“there’llbeneitherfightnorbrawl.”

    WepassedthroughAksarayandenteredtheroadheadingback,straighttowardtheLangagardens.Ontheupperpartofthemuddyroad,inaneighborhoodthathadseenhappierdays,Blackwalkedintoabarbershopthatwasstillopen.Isawhimtalkingtothemasterbarberbeingshavedbyanhonest-lookingboywithlovelyhandsbythelightofanoillamp.Beforelong,thebarber,hishandsomeapprentice,andlater,twomoreofhismenjoinedupwithusatAksaray.Theycarriedswordsandaxes.AtasidestreetinShehzadebash1,atheologystudent,whomIcouldn’tpictureinvolvedinsuchroughaffairs,joinedusinthedarkness,swordinhand.

    “Doyouplanonraidingahouseinthemiddleofthecityinbroaddaylight?”Isaid.

    “It’snotday,it’snight,”saidBlackinatonemorepleasedthanjoking.

    “Don’tbesoconfidentjustbecauseyou’veputtogetheragang,”Isaid.“Let’shopetheJanissariesdon’tcatchsightofthisfullyequippedlittlearmywanderingaround.”

    “Noonewillcatchsightofus.”

    “YesterdaytheErzurumisfirstraidedatavernandthenthedervishhouseatSa?1rkap1,beatingupeveryheyfoundinbothplaces.Anelderlymanwhotookablowtohisheadwithastickdied.Inthispitchblackness,theymightthinkyou’reoftheirlot.”

    “IhearyouwenttodearlydepartedElegantEffendi’shouse,sawhiswife,Godblessher,andthehorsesketcheswiththesmearedinkbeforerelayingitalltoShekure.HadElegantEffendibeenspendingalotoftimewiththehenchmenofthepreacherfromErzurum?”

    “IfIsoundedoutElegantEffendi’swife,itwasbecauseIthoughtitmightultimatelyhelpmypoorShekure,”Isaid.“Anyway,I’dgheretoshowherthelatestclothwhichhadcomeofftheFlemishship,nottoinvolvemyselfinyourlegalandpoliticalaffairs—whichmypoorbraincouldn’tfathomanyway.”

    Asweenteredthestreet,whichranbehindCharsh1kap1,myheartquickenedwithfear.Thebare,wet

    branchesofthechestnutandmulberrytreesglimmeredinthepalelightofthehalf-moon.Abreezekickedupbyjinnsandthelivingdeadrippledthelacededgingofmysatchel,whistledthroughthetreesandcarriedthescentofourgrouptoneighborhooddogslyinginwait.Astheybegantobarkonebyone,IpointedoutthehousetoBlack.Westaredquietlyatitsdarkroofandshutters.Blackhadthementakepositionsaroundthehouse:intheemptygarden,oneithersideofthecourtyardgateandbehindthefigtreesinback.

    “InthatentrywayoverthereisavileTatarbeggar,”Isaid.“He’sblind,buthe’llknowwho’scomeandgonealongthisstreetbetterthantheneighborhoodheadmandoes.HecontinuallyplayswithhimselfasifhewereoneoftheSultan’svulgarmonkeys.Withoutlettingyourhandtouchhis,givehimeightortensilverpiecesandhe’lltellyoueverythingheknows.”

    Fromadistance,IwatchedBlackhandoverthecoins,thenlayhisswordagainstthethroatofthebeggarandbegintopressurehimwithquestions.Next,I’mnotsurehowithappened,thebarber’sapprentice,whoIthoughtwassimplywatchingthehouse,begantobeattheTatarwiththebuttofhisaxe.Iwatchedforawhile,thinkingitwouldn’tlast,buttheTatarwaswailing.Iranoverandpulledthebeggarawaybeforetheykilledhim.

    “Hecursedmymother,”saidtheapprentice.

    “HesaysthatHasanisn’thome,”Blacksaid.“Canwetrustwhatthisblindmansays?”Hehandedmeanotethathe’dquicklywritten.“Takethis,bringittothehouse,giveittoHasan,andifhe’snotthere,giveittohisfather,”hesaid.

    “Haven’tyouwrittenanythingforShekure?”IaskedasItookthenote.

    “IfIsendheraseparatenote,it’llincitethemenofthehouseevenmore,”Blacksaid.“TellherI’vefoundherfather’svilemurderer.”

    “Isthistrue?”

    “Justtellher.”

    ChastisingtheTatar,whowasstillcryingandcomplaining,Iquietedhimdown.“Don’tforgetwhatI’vedoneforyou,”Isaid,comingtotherealizationthatI’ddrawnouttheincidentsoIwouldn’thavetoleave.

    WhyhadIstuckmynoseintothisaffair?TwoyearsagointheEdirneGateneighborhoodthey’dkilledaclothespeddlar—aftercuttingoffherears—becausethemaidenshe’dpromisedtoonemanmarriedanother.MygrandmotherusedtotellmethatTurkswouldoftenkillamanfornoreason.IlongedtobewithmydearestNesim,athomehavinglentilsoup.Eventhoughmyfeetresisted,IthoughtabouthowShekurewouldbethere,andwalkedtothehouse.Curiositywaseatingatme.

    “Clothierrr!IhavenewChinesesilksforholidayoutfits.”

    Isensedtheorangishlightfilteringoutbetweentheshuttersmove.Thedooropened.Hasan’spolitef

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