Chapter ThreeYamina came down the staircase into the kitchen where Hamid was waiting for her.
She was wearing the basic garments of every Turkish woman and the long loose sleeves of her entari fell back from the gauze sleeves of her chemise.
On her legs were the salvar or wide trousers caught at the ankle. Her hair was unbound and she wore the traditional talpock, a small flat and round tasselled cap, a little on one side of her head.
“Do I look all right?” she asked Hamid.
He looked her over carefully before he replied gravely,
“You are quite correct, Mistress!”
Yamina was aware as she dressed that Mihri had sent her only cheap ordinary garments such as might be expected of a girl coming from a poor Circassian home. She was sure that when she reached the harem there would be differe
