CHAPTER SIXThe Marquis, who had been half asleep, was astonished when he realised that Shamara had flung herself down beside him.
Her long dark hair was falling over his chest.
He had thrown out his arm because it was just so hot and now instinctively he put it around her.
He was aware as he did so that her hair was as he expected, like silk.
Then with her mouth close to his ear she was whispering,
“We can – escape and I have – found out how we – can do it.”
With an effort the Marquis forced himself to listen to her and then he replied,
“I think that would be a mistake and we shall be able to leave tomorrow morning.”
“That is where you are wrong,” Shamara said. “I have talked to Nevi, one of the concubines and she tells me that the Sultan kept one rich man a prisoner here for a mon
