I wondered if they shared the same appetites.
She stood. "Trakur Analova La," I said in a firm voice. "Come closer."
She came near, glancing at the pot with distaste. To my surprise she gave off a faint camphor smell, which was rather pleasant.
"I am here to grant you three wishes," she said in a husky voice. "Tell me your name and what you desire."
"I've fashioned a beautiful pot for you. It contains the stars of your birth. Your name, both carved and painted on the sides. Signs of the fire element, dear to your kind. In all respects it is perfect for you. Would you like to step inside?"
"I am more interested in what you want."
"You know that you can grant me nothing in this world unless you are tied to an object in this world. Trakur Analova La, I order you to step inside the pot. Now."
She hesitated, moved close to the pot, suddenly shrank in size, and stepped inside. Still, her head and crown stuck out the top.
"Trakur Analova La," I said. "Please sit, relax; I mean you no harm."
The djinn sat, and I quickly placed the lid on top of the pot. The fit was firm but not too tight. So far, so good. Now came the dangerous part—the binding of the djinn to the earthly object. I had to wait until Trakur Analova La tired of being inside the pot and begged for me to let her out.
I was what the carpet called her Nagual—her Primal or First. For all of time I would be the one who had connected her to this realm, even if others begged wishes from her in the future.
Yet if I did not wait for Trakur Analova La to beg, if I grew impatient and left, then she might break free and chase after me and try to attach me to an object from her world. Then I would be stuck with one foot in her realm. The carpet had emphasized this point. Always, it said, the djinn schemed. I had to stay alert.
I lay down on the carpet, prepared to wait days if need be. But Trakur Analova La did not seem to fear me. She was confident she would be able to get me to commit to three wishes. She waited only half an hour when she asked to be let loose. I said no, beg.
In the end she did beg, but I never took the top off the pot. I ordered her to exit it whatever way she could and gave her permission to do so. As her master, I needed her to know my permission was key. She stepped out and swelled to her previous height—a head taller than myself. She stared down at me with burning red eyes.
"You thought to take from my husband without paying," she said. "You thought wrong."
"Be silent," I said.
I checked the pot lid. It was on tight.
I pointed to the carpet. "I'm flying to Istanbul tonight. You're coming with me. Sit on the back. I'll sit up front and control it from there."
"You? A mortal? What do you know about magic carpets?"
I felt the urge to brag. It might have been a mistake.
"This is the Carpet of Ka, the greatest magic carpet in the world. It is I who command it."
The red in her eyes flashed at the mention of the name, and she stared at the carpet with unexpected reverence. "How did it come to you?" she asked.
"None of your business." I climbed aboard, not worried about finding a ley line in the temple. And when we reached the beach, I was confident that I'd be able to pick up the spot where Amesh and I had landed on the island. I was going to take the same magnetic highway back to Istanbul. The djinn climbed on the carpet and settled at the rear.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"My name's unimportant. But I'm already tired of calling you Trakur Analova La. Do you have something simpler you go by?"
The djinn hesitated. "You may call me Lova."
"Lova. I think we'll get along fine. All I require is your obedience."
"You want me to obey you? Is that a wish?"
"When I make a wish, I'll invoke your full name and carefully label it as such. Otherwise, do what I say and don't get in my way."
Lova smiled faintly. "I cannot get in your way, not when it comes to interacting with others. You are the only mortal who can see me. That won't change unless our relationship should change."
Lova was talking about taking control.
"Don't even think about it," I warned her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ALL NIGHT, over the calm sea, we flew—twenty feet above the water and traveling fast. The air was warm and humid, but I hardly felt any breeze. It seemed as if the carpet had erected an invisible force field without my even asking. Had it felt my desire to be sheltered and simply obeyed?
The longer I spent with the carpet, the more it seemed to anticipate my desires. I felt at home on it. Even with Lova and her glowing red eyes sitting behind me, I was not frightened. With the Carpet of Ka as my ally, I knew I had a power that was as great as any power she possessed.
I had been through a lot since I left Istanbul. I was returning to the city a different person. My confidence in my abilities was high. I was fifteen, but felt twenty-five. If Amesh could be saved, I would save him.
Like before, the stars were bright on the water. Soon I grew sleepy, and I told Lova to shrink in size so I could lie down without bumping her. The instruction might have been unnecessary—I was not even sure if she was touchable. Yet she obeyed without complaint. I was not trying to be a brat; I was just trying to maintain my position of authority, and to sleep.
My sleep was deep, without dreams. I assumed that I would awake in the twilight zone we had passed through on the way to the island but I did not. One moment I was staring up at the stars, and the next there was an orange light in the sky.
I sat up quickly and saw Istanbul in the distance. The sun had yet to rise but I was no longer worried that the carpet would fail if the stars vanished. It had finally explained that it could fly in the daytime, but the stars were like a power source for its batteries. For example, if I left the carpet out all night, under the stars, and did not use it to fly, then I could use it to fly during the next day. But not the entire day; for three or four hours at most.
The sun peeked over the horizon as I landed on the beach. It was the same shore where Amesh and I had started our adventure. It was hard not to recall how excited and happy we had been that night.
The place was deserted, which was fortunate. How could I explain surfing in on a carpet? I immediately rolled it up and hid it in my backpack. Lova stood behind me, watching.
"Why do you stand behind me?" I asked.
"It is customary for a djinn to walk behind its master."
"Do you consider me your master?" She hesitated. "Yes."
"Have you served a human master before?"
"No."
"But your mate has?"
"Yes."
"How many human masters has he served?"
"Sixteen, before you."
"Do all of them serve him now?"
She grinned; it was more of a gloat. "Yes."
"That will not happen with us. I know the Laws of the Djinn."
"All humans say that."
"How long will you wait for me to make my third wish?"
"Until you draw your final breath."
"If I have a friend who has become the thrall of another djinn, can you set him free?"
"No."
The sharpness of her answer surprised and depressed me.
"What if he is close to becoming a thrall, but he's not one yet?"
Lova hesitated. "Djinn do not interfere with other djinn."
"The Carpet of Ka told me differently. You can interfere if you're more powerful than the other djinn, and if I demand that you do so."
"Is that your first wish?"
"I'll tell you when I'm ready to make a wish. Don't lie to me again."
Lova lowered her head and did not respond.
As I walked toward my hotel, I tried to count the days I had been gone. Twelve? Fourteen? Would my father still have a room at the Hilton? Had my mother flown over from the States to help find me? I had not bothered to work out a story to explain my absence. The only practical excuse was that I had been
kidnapped. But if I brought up kidnapping, my father would bring in the police and I would have to answer endless questions. Being experts, they would probably figure out that I was lying. Where would that get me?
It was not until I entered the hotel lobby that I glanced back to make sure Lova was following me. She held back twenty feet. To me she looked mostly solid, 90 percent, but the rays of the sun passed straight through her. The image was spooky. She cast no shadow.
Her expression was passive. I wondered if djinn experienced emotions the same way we did. True, they possessed a desire to manipulate, to control, but I wondered if they could feel love.
I hurried through the lobby to the elevator and pushed the tenth-floor button. My card key was still in my day pack, along with my binoculars and compass. Lova hurried into the elevator before the doors closed. We were alone for a few seconds.
The elevator had a mirror. Lova did not show in it, but I sure did. I had put back on the same jeans and shirt I had worn the night I left, which were clean but wrinkled. My hair was the real problem. It was tied up in a ponytail—I never wear ponytails. I quickly took it down. It didn't help.
"Do you need to take the elevator? Can't you just float up to the tenth floor?" I asked.
She hesitated. "This is an ... elevator?"
"Yes. Do you come from a mechanical civilization?"
"We have tools. But not like these."
"Do you know what electricity is?"
"No."
"Can you walk through our walls?"
"I suppose. I'm not used to this world."
"Are you angry at me for forcing you into this world?"
Lova considered. "What I do now, it is my duty."
"What does that mean?"
"You're human. You would not understand."
"Try me."
Lova did not answer, merely shook her head.
There was a copy of USA Today outside my father's door. There were copies outside all the rooms. I picked up ours and checked the date.
The paper was dated the day after I had left.
Only twelve hours had passed since I had left.
But I had been gone at least two intense weeks! I had been sunburned, dehydrated, kicked by goats, betrayed by a friend, stabbed by a djinn. My mind overloaded as it tried to squeeze all those events into one normal night. It seemed impossible. So this is what the carpet had meant when it said time was not a constant.
I could not accept it. But I had to; I could not deny the date on the paper. It meant, as far as my father knew, I had only been gone overnight.
I opened the door and walked in. My father was having breakfast in the living room. Eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. He smiled when he saw me.
"You're back early. How was the slumber party?" he asked.
He had not said my name. I did not want him to use it, not with Lova standing nearby. Eventually he would say it, but the carpet had assured me that knowing only Sara would not give the djinn true power over me. Yet it would give her a little, and I didn't want her to have even that.
I forced a smile. "It was fine."
"How was your new friend?"
"Well, you remember Rini? I introduced you to her."
"I know. Does she live nearby?"
"I was able to walk to her house."
"You met her here, right?"
"Yeah. She works in this hotel as a maid." Which was true, but I was going to have to find Rini fast and have her back up the details of my story.
"Great. I'm glad you have someone to hang out with."
"I like her. She's nice." I paused, glanced behind me, saw Lova studying my father. "Hey, Dad, do you mind if I take a quick shower?"
"No problem. Want me to order breakfast?"
"Please. I'll have what you're having."
Inside my room, I was careful to stow my backpack in my chest of drawers. My father was not nosy by nature, but he was a dad and I was his little girl—it was better to be safe than sorry. I asked Lova if she was tired, and she surprised me when she said yes.
"But you don't have a physical body," I whispered.
"It is a drain to exist in this dimension."
"Are you suffering?"
"Yes and no. It is what you would call ... stressful."
"Do you wish to rest?"
The red fire flickered in the depths of her eyes. "Djinn do not ask humans for wishes."
"That's not what I meant. Do you want to lie down and take a nap?"
"Yes."
"Lie on the floor, not on my bed. Remain there until I call for you."
She started to stretch out.
"Do you require food?" I asked.
"Nourishment."
"What type?"
"Human blood is preferable."
I spoke firmly, a little louder. "You won't be drinking any human blood as long as you're attached to me. Understood?"
She nodded, although she did not look convinced.
"Are you all right in there?" It was my father.
"Yeah!"
"Who are you talking to?" my father asked.
"I'm just talking on my cell."
"Hurry up with your shower. Your breakfast is coming."
"Okay!" I stared at Lova stretched on the floor and lowered my voice again. "Comfortable?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I care. It's a normal human emotion. Do you know what it means to care for someone?"
Lova paused. "Not for a human being."
I turned away. "I won't ask if you want a pillow."
The hotel shower felt delicious. Hara and Aleena's primitive culture had its charm, but there was nothing like a hot shower and white fluffy towels. I exited the shower wearing a soft bathrobe. Lova appeared to be asleep on my bedroom floor. I shut the bedroom door. In the living room, my father was just finishing his coffee.
"What are your plans for the day?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Order more room service. Watch dirty movies on the pay-per-view channel."
"In this country you can only get PG-13 films."
"In that case I'll flirt with the guy who brings the room service."
My father laughed—he was in a good mood. "Mrs. Steward and Mr. Toval were glad to see you again. They told me how witty and charming you were."
"Thank them for trying to get me into that cave." I didn't remember cracking any jokes.
"Maybe you can get in another time."
He made it sound as likely as an asteroid hitting the earth.
Sipping his coffee, he studied me. "I'm amazed at the color you've gotten since yesterday. I've never seen you so dark."
"I went for a long swim yesterday," I said.
"After you returned from the job site?"
It was an odd question. "Of course. I didn't go before."
My father cleared his throat, shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I heard you didn't leave the site immediately."
"Who told you that?" I asked.
"Security. They have you down in their logs as having left two hours after I saw you."
"That's crazy. I didn't hang out that long," I lied.
"Did you hang out with a boy named Amesh Demir?"
My heart beat inside my head. My father had greeted me more friendly than usual. Now he was grilling me.
"I think that was his name," I said, trying to sound casual.
"Where did you meet him?"
"What do you mean, where did I meet him? At the job site."
"He just walked up and introduced himself."
"No, Dad. He walked by, and I winked and smiled and asked if he was single."
"Don't get fresh, young lady. I ask because Amesh left early yesterday without explaining to his supervisor why." He paused. "Did he leave with you?"
"Nope."
"So the black hairs in the shower don't belong to him?"
"Nope."
"Sara..."
I felt blood in my face. "They belong to Rini. I went swimming with her. T
hen I let her use our shower. Is that a crime?"
There was a knock at the door. Room service. My father stood and signed the bill and ushered the waiter out. Maybe he didn't want the guy to come in because I had on only the robe. He wheeled over enough food to last me two days. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.
"Sara, please don't feel like you're being interrogated. Amesh has a questionable history with Becktar. He's almost lost his job on a number of occasions. He's not the most trustworthy boy in the world."
It was a mistake to defend him, but I could not just sit there and allow Amesh to be trashed. "That's a shame. He spoke so highly of you," I said.
"What did he say?"
"He said you were his favorite boss: fair, kind, hard worker, smart. He looks up to you." I picked up the toast and began to butter it. "You better get going. You'll be late for work."
I had never hurried him out of the suite before, but I wanted him to know that he was dealing with a new and improved daughter. One who did not like to be pushed around.
He kissed me again, on the other cheek, and left. I ate slowly and without enthusiasm. The day was going to be a killer, I could feel it already.
Amesh Demir. I needed to find out where he lived, speak to his Papi and sister if necessary. I checked the hotel phone book but found no Demirs. They were poor, so it was possible they didn't have a land line. Yet Amesh had a cell and he had spoken of his neighborhood—Kumkapi. Too bad he hadn't mentioned the name of his street.
I tried Amesh's cell. No answer.
Neither he nor his djinn was taking calls.
I called housekeeping and asked for Rini. When I explained to her boss that I was a friend, he connected me to a phone in a ninth-floor room, where she was cleaning. Rini said she would be happy to back up my story as long as I did visit her house some day. I promised.
I also asked Rini about Kumkapi. She had never heard of it.
I dressed—how wonderful it was to put on fresh clothes!—and rushed downstairs to catch a taxi. I brought the carpet and Lova. She sat in the back of the cab with me.
"Did you get enough rest?" I asked.
Lova stared out the window. "This realm is chaotic. Deep rest is not possible here."
"Do you prefer natural settings to human cities?"
"I dislike all things human."
"Do you dislike me?"