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CONTENTS
1 Murder 3
2 Seen, Heard And Bought 4
3 Colleagues? 6
4 Seek Help 7
5 Cador Penderrick’s visit 8
6 Susan Davies’s Retreat 10
7 Cador Stays And Learns About Mahmoud Ibn Sultan 10
8 Cador’s Respect 11
9 “Voice” Project 12
10 Investigation 14
11 Training 15
12 Research 16
13 Proposal 18
14 Wedding 18
15 Wedding Night 19
16 Frieda In Love 20
17 Tragic Opportunity 21
18 Choice Of Songs 22
19 Tenth Anniversary Contest 23
20 Terrifying Journey 24
21 Economics 26
22 Sponsorship 27
23 Visit To A Performance 28
24 Paris 30
25 Lama 31
26 Fenice 33
Prologue
Those readers familiar with Kobekistan can cheerfully skip this introduction and start at Cheaper 1. Others need to read first “Absolute Delights” to fully understand this tale. However for full details of the celebratory competition, see also “Anniversary Delights”.
His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live forever, the young Emir of Kobekistan had been on the throne in the Golden Palace, centre piece of the Triple Palace, Ruby, Gold and Emerald, for almost ten years now, though not continuously in a physical sense; his faithful courtiers decided that the tenth anniversary of his succession should be celebrated in some style. During the celebrations there was one surprise; one girl sang an aria from Verdi’s Rigoletto This short item explains how this happened and some of the consequences.
Originally he had inherited the country unexpectedly, due to an unlikely accident. When his Uncle and Grandfather were both killed in an aircraft crash he was dragged, somewhat unwillingly, from the peaceful life, as David Ransome, of a Ph.D. student mathematician at Oxford into a rôle for which he was totally untrained, in a country he had not seen since he was brought to England by his English mother at four years old. He took to it like a duck takes to water. He revelled in the harem system, and he soon learned how enjoyable absolute power can be.
The country, too, had taken to him. It indulged his little fancies, like having his mother in his harem, then selling her, then buying her back after her new Master had impregnated her. He had, after all, given the country what it wanted. He had produced four heirs apparent, the Crown Prince, his half-brother, and two other infant sons. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish wolfhounds, and then used and abused by all the hunters at what was called the ‘kill’. He could seem cruel and kind by turns to the Western eye, but to the Kobekistanis he was their beloved Master who could do no wrong.
The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor (of whom there are very few) feels that he has stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one building to another. Desalination provides ample water. The most modern medical advances are practised in the hospitals. Television shows umpteen channels. Education utilises the most modern computer-aided systems. Moderation in all things is the watchword. Toleration extends to allowing alcohol to be sold to foreign workers in the country, though only within their company compounds. Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.
Of course, these facilities are not all available to all of the population, but for all those who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be put down if an over-enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.
The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless kept at bay. Advertising is negligible. Tourists are not permitted to enter the country. Women are not allowed to show their faces on the streets. Marriages are arranged by parents, who are often wiser in their choices than the impulses of youth would be. There is none of the political brouhaha which besets the more ‘advanced’ nations, since the country is ruled by the Emir, may he live forever, whom Allah has appointed. His word is law, literally; were he to say “Off with his head,” the miscreant would be executed in public within the hour.
All of this is made possible by the oil on which the Emirate rests. When all the oil reserves have been extracted, in some centuries time, the level of the land will have been lowered by an average of ten feet. The oil is a ‘heavy crude’ which is dug out of the ground in lumps looking for all the world like treacle toffee. There is none of the messy liquid to process and no unsightly wells.
1Murder
It all happened so quickly. One moment they were being driven along a busy street, and the next moment two motor cyclists had stopped on either side of the car and shot the driver and the passenger in the front seat. Then it was confusing as the two women and the children were bundled into a van and driven somewhere else.
2Seen, Heard And Bought
Such curious events (but not murder) as these often occur purely as a result of chance decisions taken with no possible idea of what the outcome would be. So it was with Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s decision to wander through the slave market at the start of the new millennium ‘In case something catches my eye’. In fact nothing caught his eye, but something caught his ear. A small group of two new slaves and their two infant children had just arrived. The women, especially the younger one, had obviously had a hard time, with blood on her thighs and bruises on her body.
Then he realised what had caught his attention; the older woman was crooning a rather bad version of Brahms’ ‘Cradle Song’ and the little girl was responding with the same lullaby, suddenly he thought, ‘No, with a precise copy, including all the older woman’s mistakes exactly. This needs examining closer – there may be money in it, or at the very least an interesting novelty.’
Casually, he asked the vendor, “How much for the German group who just came in?”
It came as no surprise to be quoted a price which would have been outrageous if both the women had been very beautiful, which might prove true when they were cleaned up, and were certified virgins, which the children and the younger woman’s condition rather went against. Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s counter offer was less than one thousandth of the vendor’s opening offer. So far, part of a normal haggle, but much to his surprise his opening bid was accepted with an alacrity which made him quite sure something nefarious was afoot.
Hastily bundling the newly acquired slaves into abayas and the back seat of his car with the children, he lost no time in ordering the driver to get them home, he then added ~Then clean them up.~
As he expected, a small group of his eunuchs wrestled the two women out of the car, stripped them of their abayas, and subjected them to washing down with a cold water hose pipe. This met with determined opposition from the younger woman, though the older one seemed resigned to the treatment. Mahmoud ibn Sultan concluded, correctly, that she had realised that his staff were all eunuchs, and so little or no sexual threat. When the staff were satisfied with the appearance of the two they were brought into Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s study, where he asked them, in German for they had only spoken to each other in that.language, «Do you speak any other language, Arabic for instance?»
Both of them admitted to having learned some English at school and a little French, but neither claimed any fluency except in German.
«Let me show you where my slaves sleep, » and with that he opened a door, walked through a kitchen and opened another door and gestured to a small compound outside. «I don’t think you would like that, but might prefer this, » and he showed them into a guest room with en suite. «There are two connected.»
The older woman ventured, «Well, obviously, but what’s the catch?»
«Yes, the catch is that I will require your cooperation in some experiments on your daughter, » then seeing her expression he hastily added, «I wish to test her musical memory. You may have noticed that she imitates you... , well, there is no kind way to say this, but she imitates your mistakes as well, perfectly.»
«And for cooperation in you testing her musical memory we can live in comfort? I know that is not the whole story. I have many questions, for example, where are we? No civilised country allows slavery any more.»
«Wrong. I have paperwork to say that you are indentured to me for thirty years that will stand up in court anywhere in Europe or the USA. It looks remarkably like a professional sports contract. Now I have questions for you; who are you? And what happened to bring you here?»
«You probably know already, as I assume you arranged it.»
Mahmoud ibn Sultan was beginning to get annoyed, «The first time in my life that I set eyes on you was this morning, not a mile from here when I bought you. So start telling me soon or a whip will get some exercise. Bring in the other woman, if you won’t answer we’ll whip her.»
«No, don’t do that, she’s only my nanny to the two children and probably had nothing to do with it. I am Frau Helga Swartzgeld.» She looked surprised when the name obviously meant nothing to him. «We were going somewhere, my husband rarely told me anything like that, and my husband was driving with his bodyguard next to him, when motorcycles drew alongside each door at some traffic lights and their riders shot both my husband and the bodyguard. Then more men got out of a van which was just behind us, opened the doors and pulled us four out, we were bundled into the van which drove off. Then I felt a needle in my arm and woke up here. That’s all I know, except we were raped as soon as we arrived in the building where you found us. That was worse for Frieda as she was a virgin.»
Mahmoud ibn Sultan, slightly exasperated, asked, «What town were you in? And why do you think your husband was a target?»
«We were in Hamburg of course, and my husband was involved in selling drugs, as was my father. I was married to make an alliance between the two gangs, but I expect it fell apart.»
Mahmoud ibn Sultan enquired, «I thought that Germany did not allow arranged marriages?»
«Only if I had complained at the time. I was told this was a perfect match. What I got was two kids inside a year, very frequent sex, lent to friends, and beaten. To tell the truth I was actually relieved when he died. Now this place, where are we, please?»
“Kobekistan.”
«I never heard of it. Are we really your property, in this country, to use as you wish?»
Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s reply was guarded, «In theory, but I need your help.»
Helga Swartzgeld thought for a moment and then said, «Well, you did rescue us.»
Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s reaction was fierce, «No I did not rescue you. I bought you and will want full value from my two female sex slaves, » making his point with a quick snap of his dog whip across Helga’s shoulders. «I have a series of experiments I intend to perform to find whether your daughter can mimic others singing, and if your son has the same talent. You may not cooperate at first, but here we have a saying ‘The whip always wins’. I have no intention of hurting your children, but resist me at your and your nanny’s peril.»
Then he explained, «I intend to expose your daughter intensively to Anna Moffo’s singing of Verdi’s ‘Caro Nome’ in the hope that she can mimic it as well as she does your version of Brahms’ ‘Cradle Song’. If you cooperate I will try to make your and Frieda’s life as close as possible to that of a German household. If not we shall whip you both until you do, or until I lose patience with you and sell you to two separate brothels.»
3Colleagues?
«Now let us get you into some clothes, though slaves here don’t usually have any.» Mahmoud ibn Sultan assuming wrongly, that the sight of his quarters would ensure basic co-operation, was surprised when his most innocent and relevant question met with resistance. «What are your sizes?» he asked.
There was no reply from either woman.
«How do I get items that will fit if you won’t tell me your sizes?»
Frieda said, «We can select the right sizes ourselves.»
That piece of insolence, as he saw it, caused Mahmoud ibn Sultan to apply his whip to her arse cheeks, saying, «Slaves ‘select’ nothing but are grateful for anything they are allowed. I see we will have to take your measurements ourselves. That will be fun. »
He might have thought it fun, but it was far from it for Frieda. Three of the staff, all eunuchs though she did not know that, grabbed her and one handcuffed her, one hobbled her, and the third helped carry her into a gymnasium where her ankle cuffs were attached to a chain which was used to haul her up until her she hung upside down, just clear of the ground. One of the three produced a tape measure and tried to measure her hips.
She squirmed so much with the intention of stopping him, but this got her a stroke of the whip across her tits hard enough to make her scream. He took the opportunity to measure her tits. Then waist and hip measurements followed in quick succession but oddly she objected strenuously to her height being measured. Again the dogwhip solved the problem.
Helga adopted a more sensible attitude, telling Mahmoud ibn Sultan, «I know my sizes in European measure if that is any use. If this is just foreplay for rape, forget it.»
His reply did not wholly surprise her. «I’m not in the mood for raping anyone just now.»
She responded, «Do you mean all the men here are eunuchs?»
«In this house all my staff are. Some can get erections, but produce no viable sperm. Even they would not dare attack a woman without my order to do so. The consequences would be too dire.»
Helga immediately let loose a very fast string of German to Frieda, who was still upside down. Her response showed all the signs of disbelief, so Helga turned to Mahmoud ibn Sultan and said, «Height one metre fifty-five, bust ninety-four at the moment, waist eighty-nine, hips eighty-five.»
«Thank you, » he said, «Now will we all be more sensible?» He gave an order in Arabic, ~Bring clothes from the harem dressing up box, ~ and a eunuch hastened to obey.
«Does Frieda have to stay upside down?» asked Helga, but he ignored her.
The eunuch returned with a bundle of assorted garments and she tried several of them on, but with no real success.
«I expect I will need to buy some, but Frieda stays naked until she learns to believe me, » said her owner, and he gave orders to one of his staff in Arabic. Turning to Helga he added, «Let her down, but unless she changes her attitude to me soon, she is for the auction block, probably next week, and with no reserve so the brothels will know she is regarded as worthless. She is of no interest to me, unless she was in some way involved in Lama learning to mimic.»
«No, it started before she came to work for us, » was Helga’s response.
4 Seek Help
Careful research by Mahmoud ibn Sultan established that one Cador Penderrick had published several academic papers on the subject of child prodigies, which Lama undoubtedly was. It seemed a starting point, so he sent an email:
Respected Sir,
I have in my house a curious phenomenon which may interest you. Basically it is an under two year old who can imitate her mother’s singing of Brahms’ ‘Cradle Song’ exactly, including all her mother’s mistakes. I can send recordings if you are interested.
The reply was not enthusiastic:
I have heard rumours of such a thing, but I seriously doubt that it is anything but coincidence. If you have any real evidence please send it.
He immediately sent the recordings he had and was met with disbelief after two hours as follows:
My colleague and I have studied and analysed your tapes carefully and we have no doubt that the voice in MOM.mp3 is of an adult, most probably a woman, and that the voice in LAMA.mp3 has all the characteristics of a child’s voice. It would seem to us that you have achieved the “de-ageing” of a voice, which my assistant has tried for some time to perform. If you are interested in exploiting this commercially, we would be prepared to discuss this at your establishment.
Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s response was to send an.mp4 video of Helga Swartzgeld settling her child to sleep and two first class returns from London to Kobekistan and to ask when they wanted to come.
5Cador Penderrick’s visit
On the agreed day both Cador Penderrick and Mahmoud ibn Sultan had surprises. At Heathrow they met in a small first class lounge to which Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s guests were escorted from check in by a ground hostess in an immaculate baby blue uniform. Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s surprise was that the assistant was a thirty year old woman, introduced as Miss Susan Davies. Evidently Cador Penderrick’s preparatory study of Kobekistan had not been very thorough. The early conversation showed that neither of his visitors was prepared for the reality of Kobekistan. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘Just about a dozen surprises for them when we get there.’ He had forgotten that on board the aircraft they were effectively in Kobekistan.
Susan Davies made it quite clear that she believed all the tapes Mahmoud ibn Sultan had sent were, in fact, ‘fixed’ in some way. She had been trying to achieve the same effect but her results were, she had to admit, poor as it needed all the overtones of each syllable to be considered separately and that took over twenty hours work to ‘fix’ eleven minutes of level volume speech. Susan had convinced herself that the Kobekistani breakthrough was a means of automating the process. When Mahmoud ibn Sultan asked Cador Penderrick, “May we have a word in private?” and led the way to a curtained off part of the first class cabin she thought, ‘Me and my big mouth, now I suppose I am off this work.’
Reaching the secluded area Cador also prepared himself for a reprimand, but all Mahmoud ibn Sultan said was, “Watch,” and asked no one in particular for champagne.
It arrived in seconds, brought by a stewardess wearing the same blue cap and matching slippers as the Air Kobekistan ground staff, but absolutely nothing in between. “That’s the official uniform for female staff in first class and allows unlimited access, though public fornication is frowned on. Privacy such as this is available,” then he suggested, “Shall we see how Miss Davies is getting on?”
Meanwhile, Susan had just realized the she was the only woman in first class and was the target of some very puzzled looks. On British Airways she did not know the proportion of women in first class but doubted it was as low as here. Suddenly more curtains appeared isolating her from the male passengers so she rang the call button. It was answered by a tall, blue uniformed man with a slightly odd voice.
“Why have I been isolated from the other passengers?” she demanded truculently.
“It is for your own safety as we rarely have female passengers who do not have their own bodyguards, Princess.”
“I’m not a Princess,” she snapped, interrupting him.
“My apologies, Highness,” he replied and she was not sure if the apology was for her lack of the title or his misuse of it, “We have been ordered to ensure that no other passenger makes any mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” she asked.
“I assume you do not normally wear an abaya when in public in the places where you live? Well, here in Kobekistan, no respectable woman would be seen in public without one.”
Just then Mahmoud and Cador came back to join her in her little enclosure, each with their champagne, but she was offered none, and she turned her wrath on Mahmoud ibn Sultan demanding, “What are the rules, specifically the dress code, for the place we shall be working?”
“No dress code and no special rules, though an abaya is advisable from the aircraft to the car, or I can arrange an escort if you prefer?”
‘May as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb, I suppose,’ she thought and said, “An escort please.”
This was exactly what Mahmoud ibn Sultan had hoped for and had arranged. At a word in his phone an SUV sped to the plane and four uniformed men sprang out, each bearing a three foot shining scimitar in his right hand. A Rolls-Royce also arrived not six feet from the bottom of the steps from the aircraft.
“Since we assessed the risk of remote sniper assassination as negligible because of the range they will escort you from the steps to the car,” said Mahmoud ibn Sultan with a straight face but inwardly pleased at her obvious embarrassment, thinking, ‘After all her only contribution so far has been to accuse me of blatant lying.’
In the car he added to her embarrassment by adding, “I am sure a demonstration can be arranged with Helga Swartzgeld and Lama this evening, before dinner. There is a BA flight via Abu Dhabi to London overnight tonight, though I had hoped that Mr. Penderrick at least could stay a little longer.”
When the car carrying Mahmoud ibn Sultan and his guests had set off for his home the aircraft taxied to the terminal and its remaining, somewhat irate, passengers were allowed to disembark.
6 Susan Davies’s Retreat
Promptly at six o’clock, when the two children had been fed, Frieda took the baby to change him, and Helga, as instructed, began to croon Brahms’ ‘Cradle Song’ and was immediately followed by Lama’s imitation. When she finished, Mahmoud, addressing primarily Susan Davies, asked, “Well, now do you believe it, or do I wake Lama again for a repeat performance?” He then led his two guests out of the room and into his main dining room, where an excellent cold buffet had been laid out. “Well, back to London tonight is it?” he asked Susan.
She felt she had to apologise, and said, “I am sorry for doubting you, but your bald assertion was so unlikely, and unprecedented, that I just could not comprehend that such a thing was possible. Nevertheless I do feel very uncomfortable here, and would like to get home as soon as possible. What I don’t understand is how it is possible to sing in a language you don’t at least understand, let alone speak?”
Mahmoud’s reply was scathing, “Have you never heard choirs singing ‘Laudate Dominum’ or ‘Panis Angelicus’? I doubt one in a hundred of those choristers could hold an everyday conversation in Latin.”
She did, indeed, fly back to London overnight and was back in Cardiff, completely exhausted and confused, by lunch time. Despite that she was certain that she wanted to participate in the study of the phenomenon.
7Cador Stays And Learns About Mahmoud Ibn Sultan
Cador Penderrick had accepted Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s invitation to stay and discuss how to proceed with the investigation. After the flight, the demonstration, and Susan Davies’s departure he felt ready for bed, but Cador Penderrick said, “Just one thing tonight; I fully understand your anger at Susan Davies’s dismissal of your claim. I did warn her that she would have egg on her face, and elsewhere, if there were even ten seconds of truth in the tapes, and when we had seen the.mp4 I was ready to believe you. I really applaud you for bursting her pomposity with that escort, I often want to do something like that, but rarely have the means. Incidentally who were they, actors?”
“No, they were a part of the His Magnificence, the Emir Ibrahim’s, may he live forever, bodyguard in full dress uniform. I cadged them from His Magnificence, may he live forever, and now owe him a big favour,” answered Mahmoud ibn Sultan, “But you must be worn out.” As he followed his escort to his room Cador Penderrick contemplated ‘cadging’ even one bodyguard from Queen Elizabeth for a prank, and realised how little he knew of his host.
Turning to his escort Cador asked, “If it is not a rude question, are you Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s Chief Eunuch?”
“I do indeed have that honour.”
“And do you know why I am here?”
“Naturally, it is to help with the investigation of the new slave’s child.”
“Then you may understand why I wonder what Mahmoud ibn Sultan’s official position is?”
“Sir, the Department of which Professor Sultan is the head advises the Emir, may he live forever, on all major changes in the worlds of science, industry, and in society. Some are approved and recommended for Kobekistan, some are not, sometimes the Emir, may he live forever, takes our advice, sometimes not. That is no different from any advisor, even the closest three, who are Hajji Darwish Dosmukhamedov, the economic advisor; Kamal Qumsiyeh, is Head of Protocol; and Hajji Kofi Natsheh, the advisor on diplomatic matters.”
That description of his host’s official position, plus the ability to ‘borrow’ a team of official bodyguards from the nation’s ruler, decided him then that he wanted to be in on any project that grew out of this situation. This decision was in no way hampered when he was offered the use of a choice of three concubines from the Professor’s harem during his stay.
The Chief Eunuch thought it wise to explain the rules for such a loan, “Basically, you must not damage any of them permanently,” he said.
8Cador’s Respect
Cador Penderrick had been much impressed by three of the academic papers written by Susan Davies on the topic of dysfunctional families. While the family Lama came from was not seriously dysfunctional (ignoring the father being a gang leader and murdered) the studies showed the sort of mind which he felt would be needed to ‘solve’ Lama.
The first was concerned with a pair of twins who arrived at infant school only able to communicate in grunts, which only they understood. They were also distrustful of other children, and rather nasty to them. The question was how did this happen in a family all speaking normally. The father was a long-distance lorry driver who was away all week, so the mother was alone with the twins much of the time. It is well known that children learn to talk and then their mother tongue by imitating those around them. When she was asked why she never talked to the children, the rather stupid mother asked, “Why would I? They never talk to me.” It had taken most of a year’s careful work by Miss Davies to learn ‘Grunt’ and to teach the twins some English.
The second concerned the daughter of a junior British diplomat who was posted to Croatia with his family including the child who was only three years old. Naturally she was sent to a local kindergarten which his wife helped to run. It was there that she decided that all children spoke Croat and understood no English, which was true for most of the children there, and that all adults spoke English, but only used Croat when addressing children, which was also true in the kindergarten. Of course, she never articulated these assumptions to anyone.
All went well until her father was rotated back to England when she was six. There she attended a local infant school and after the first week the parents were told that she did not seem to be able to communicate with the other children. The staff admitted she had no difficulty talking to them, and indeed even discussing the problem as she understood it.
“None of the children can understand me,” was her complaint.
Careful questioning of her by her father finally uncovered the problem that because they were children she expected all her fellow pupils to speak Croat. Susan’s contribution to the solution was to find a Croat speaking academic who explained to the child that he, and many people, spoke both languages irrespective of age, and that the child herself proved the point.
The third study which impressed him was into the problem of a GCSE student who was predicted all A grades, except that she was well on the way to failing French. What puzzled her teachers was that they knew her parents were fully bi-lingual with a French mother married to a British airline pilot. Careful investigation, including several home visits were needed to establish that the mother always used pure French when she needed to reprimand the child so that language had become associated with trouble in her mind. Cador Penderrick was impressed with the painstaking study of literally hours of domestic recordings to establish this fact.
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