FIFTEEN
"You wished to see me, Father?" Maram asked as she stepped into the Sultan's lavish apartments. She did not want to go on another diplomatic mission until she knew what had happened to Aladdin, but she could hardly refuse. "Which part of the world would you like me to conquer next?"
He laughed, for he knew as well as Maram did that she spoke only partly in jest. "No, I am happy to have you home, daughter, at least for now. It is your future I am thinking of, and all the conquests you have already made. You deserve a reward."
Maram clapped her hands. "Then you will build a bigger bathhouse on the palace grounds? I know just the place..."
Father shook his head. "No, we have all the bathhouses we need. And you will not be here to use it when it is built, so where would the point b
