Fatima hastily ordered me from the room on some errand. It felt so unexpectedly good that I gave a murmur of delight.
The Sultan gave a sudden cry of agony and fell across me. He took every opportunity to speak to me, but I avoided him with horror.
I knew what was coming, but I neither desired nor dreaded it much. Hassan put his arm around my loins and lifted me a little; his other hand was busy clearing away the petticoats and then I felt the crest of his naked shaft knocking for entrance between my naked thighs. The eyes of Ayesha, however, were on the alert; they flashed with anger.
The Imam gave a long look at me, then he looked at the black thunder cloud on the brow of Ayesha, from beneath which her eyes were flashing. She told me to lie down on the bed, and, when I had obeyed her, she turned my petticoats up over my head. Then he spread my thighs wide apart and opened the lips between them and made a critical examination of my virginity.
The motion of the horse kept partially withdrawing and then completely sending it in again at every canter. He always remained under this innocent delusion, for the trying scenes of that eventful night brought on my period prematurely and my petticoats before morning were stained with blood. El Jelis finished as she began, with her back towards me, while I was reclining against Myrzella and Virginia.