He could not help her. Nobody could! What must be must be! That was the fatalism of the East and she must accept it for herself. * Afterwards Yamina could hardly remember her first sight of the magnificent white marble gateway of the Dolmabahçe Palace. She was to learn later that it represented a mixture of Turkish and European architecture and that to the Sultan it was everything that was modern and desirable. The vast pile covering a great acreage of land, with the Bosporus flowing on one side and backed by verdant parks and hills, was a Fairy-like edifice compared with the dark, gloomy and ancient Seraglio. Two enormous wings were attached to the corps-de-logis and, before the broad white steps leading from the front of the Palace to the water’s edge, a Royal Caïque waited, read