Whenever I passed through the bazaar, I imagined people saying, "There goes Datis' whore." Yet I had to bring back some news, to satisfy my mistress. The rumors were running, ahead of truth, that the King had fought a great battle with Alexander, at Issos by the sea, and lost, escaping with his bare life on horseback, leaving his chariot and his arms. Well, he got away, I thought; there are some of us would think that luck enough.
As proper news came in by the Royal Road, we learned that the Harem had been taken, with the Queen Mother, the Queen, her daughters and her son. I pitied them; I had good cause to know their fate. The girls' screams rang in my ears; I pictured the young boy flung upon the spears, as I would have been but for one man's greed. However, never having seen these ladies, and being bound for the house of someone I knew too well, I kept some pity for myself.
Later it was put about, by someone who swore it came straight from Kilikia, that Alexander had set up the royal women in their own pavilion, untouched by man, with their household to serve them, and that even the boy was still alive. This tale was laughed at, for everyone knew that no one behaves like that in war, let alone western barbarians.
The King had fallen back on Babylon, and wintered there. But it grows hot in spring; without much state he returned to Susa, to rest from his labors, while his satraps mustered another army. I was kept at work, and could not see the royal cavalcade, which, like the boy I still partly was, I had set some store by. It seemed that Alexander had not marched inland where he had been expected, but had had the folly to sit down before Tyre, an island stronghold which would not fall in ten years. While he kept up this pastime, the King could take his ease.
Now that the court was back, even though without the Queen, I hoped the jewel trade would prosper; then perhaps I might be let off my trade, to stay and serve the harem. Once I had thought it tedious; it beckoned now like a palm grove in the desert.
You might suppose by now I would be reconciled. But ten years are ten years, though one has left them behind for three. Far off on the mountain, I could still discern the ruins of my home.
There were clients from whom, if I had flattered them, I could have had good money I need not have shown my master. I could sooner have made a meal off camel-dung; yet some were drawn by my sullenness, and would court me to win a smile. Others would hurt me in various ways, but I divined they would do so in any case, and servility would encourage them. The worst, who left me covered in weals, my master denied me to, not from pity but because he damaged the goods. With others I learned resources. I did not refuse a small piece of silver, but used it to buy kif. Taking it seldom, I could smoke myself silly beforehand. That is why to this day the mere smell of it makes me sick.
Some, in their way, were kind. With these, it seemed that honor demanded a return. I would try to please them, since I had nothing else to give; and they were glad to teach me how to do it better. Thus I learned the beginnings of art.
There was a carpet-seller who, when he had done, would treat me like a guest, seat me by him on the divan, give me wine and talk to me. The wine I was glad of, since he sometimes put me in pain; not through his fault, for he was gentle and liked to please. I kept it to myself, from pride, or what modesty was left me.
One day he had a carpet of ten years' work hung on the wall, to take pleasure in, he said, before it went to the buyer; a friend of the King's, content with only the finest. "I expect," he said, "he may have known your father."
I could feel my face drain of blood and my hands grow cold. All this while, I had supposed my birth my secret, my father's name sheltered from my disgrace. Now I knew my master had had it from the dealer, and boasted of it. Why not? The Vizier, from whose vengeance I had been stolen, was disgraced and dead; it was no crime to have cheated him. I thought of our name in the mouths of all those who had had their hands on me.
A month's custom dulled me a little to it, but not much. There were some I would gladly have killed for knowing what they knew. When the carpet-seller sent for me again, I was thankful it was no one worse.
I was brought into the fountain court, where he sometimes sat on cushions under a blue awning, till we went indoors. But, this time, he was not alone; another man sat with him. I stood stock-still in the open doorway, my thought, I suppose, clear on my face.
"Come in, Bagoas," he said. "Don't look so startled, my dear boy. Today my friend and I ask nothing but the refreshment of beholding you, and the pleasure of hearing you sing. You have your harp, I am glad to see."
"Yes," I answered. "The master said you wished it." I had wondered if he had been charged extra.
"Come, then. We are both fretted with the day's business; you shall soothe our souls for us."
I sang to them, thinking all the while, They will be up to something later. The guest had not a merchant's look; he was almost like my father's friends, but smoother. Some patron of the host's, I thought; presently I shall be served to him on a platter, dressed with green leaves.
I was mistaken. I was asked for another song; then they chatted with me of nothings; then I was given a little present, and dismissed. No such thing had ever happened to me before. As the courtyard door closed behind me, I heard their low voices, and knew they spoke of me. Well, I thought, it had been an easy stint of work. I should hear from the other man later.
So I did. Next day he bought me.
I saw him come to the house. Wine was sent for; the Nubian, who had served it, said some hard bargaining was going on. He did not know what about; he had only simple Persian; but already I wondered. When afterwards the master sent for me, I knew before he spoke.
"Well, Bagoas." He was smiling from ear to ear. "You are a very fortunate boy; you are going to very good service." And for a very good price, I thought. "You will be sent for tomorrow morning."
He waved me off. I said, "What kind of service, sir?"
"That is your new master's business. Take care to show him respect. You have had good training here."
My mouth opened. But I said nothing after all. I just looked him in the face; his color changed, and his pig-eyes shifted. Then he told me to go; but it had done me good.
So, like the monkey, I was set for an unknown bourne. My mistress drenched me with tears; it was like being enfolded in wet cushions. Of course he had sold me without her leave. "You have been such a sweet good boy, so gentle. I know you still grieve for your parents, even now; I have seen it in your face. I do pray you have a kind master; you are still a child as the world goes, so quietly you have lived here."
We cried again, and all the girls embraced me in turn. Then: scented freshness was pleasant, compared with certain memories. I was thirteen years old, and felt I could have no more to learn when I was fifty.
I was duly fetched next day, by a very grand eunuch, some forty years old, who had been handsome and still watched his figure. He was so civil, I ventured to ask the new master's name. He smiled discreetly. "We must first see you made fit for his household. But do not be anxious, boy; all that will be attended to."
I felt he was keeping something back, though not from malice. As we walked beyond the bazaar to the quiet streets where the big houses were, I hoped the new master's tastes were not too odd.
The house was like all such, shut off from the street by a high wall, with a great bronze-studded gate. The outer court had tall trees whose tops, even, had hardly showed from the street. It was all old and dignified. The eunuch took me to a little room in the servants' wing, with only one bed. For three years I had fallen asleep to the chief eunuch's whistling snores. On the bed were new clothes laid out. They were plainer than mine; only when they were on I saw their quality. The eunuch took my own clothes between finger and thumb, and sniffed. "Gaudy and shoddy. We can make no use of them here. However, no doubt some child of want will be glad of them."
I supposed I should now be brought before my master; but it seemed I was not accounted fit to see his face before my training, which began that day.
It was a huge old house, very cool, with a set of rambling rooms upon a court, long out of use it seemed, some with just an antique chest or an old divan with burst cushions. Through these we came to another, with good furniture, set out I supposed rather for store than use. At one end was a table with a fine carved chair; there was a sideboard, with good vessels of enameled copper; yet at the other end stood a stately bed beneath an embroidered canopy. Strangely, this was made up, and had its clothes-stool and its night-table. All was polished and clean, yet had no look of habitation. Creepers festooned the fretted windows; the light came in as green as water in a fishpool.
However, it soon appeared there was method in all this. This was my training-ground.
The eunuch sat in the carved chair enacting the master, instructing me in serving this dish or that, or pouring wine, setting down the cup or putting it in the master's hand. His manners were haughty enough for any lord's, but he never struck or cursed me, and I felt no ill-will to him; I saw the awe he inspired in me was part of my training too. For I perceived that indeed I had changed my state, and was growing scared.
My noon meal was brought here; I did not eat with the servants. I had seen no one but the eunuch, since I entered this house. It began to seem uncanny; I dreaded being told I must sleep here too in the great bed; I was sure there would be ghosts at night. But after my supper I slept in my little cell. Even the privy I went to had no one ever about, but was overgrown and full of spiders, as if not used anymore.
Next morning, the eunuch took me through all yesterday's lessons. As far as a man of his dignity could show it, he seemed a little keyed up. I thought, Of course, he expects the master; and growing anxious, at once let fall a plate.
Suddenly the door swung open, and, as if it had revealed a flower garden in full bloom, a young man came in. He strode forward, gay, handsome, assured, richly dressed and adorned with gold, smelling of costly essences. It took me some moments to reflect that, though more than twenty, he had no beard. He had seemed no more like a eunuch than a shaven Greek.
"Greeting, Gazelle-Eyes," he said, smiling and showing teeth like fresh-peeled almonds. "Well, indeed, they said no more than the truth for once." He turned to my mentor. "And how is he getting on?"
"Not badly, Oromedon, for one who has had no grounding. We shall make something of him in time." He spoke, not without respect, but not as one speaks to the master.
"Let us see." He beckoned to an Egyptian slave behind him to put some burden down, and withdraw. I was taken through all my table-work. As I made to pour wine, he said, "Your elbow is rather tight. Curve it like this." He flexed my arm in his hands. "You see? That makes a much prettier line."
I continued to the sweets, and stood awaiting censure. "Good. But now let us try with a proper service." From the slave's parcel, he unwrapped a treasure that made me stretch my eyes; cups, ewers and dishes of pure chased silver, inlaid with gold flowers. "Come," he said, pushing aside the copper. "There is a certain touch in the handling of precious things, which is only learned by touching them." He gave me a secret smile from his long dark eyes. When I took the things up, he said, "Ah! He has it. You see? He is not afraid of them, he feels how they should be cherished. I think we shall do well." He looked about. "But where are the cushions? And the low wine-table? He must learn how to serve the inner room." The other glanced up at him. "Oh, yes," he said, laughing softly, his gold earrings twinkling, "we can be sure of that. Just send the things, and I will show him all that myself. I shan't need to keep you."
When the cushions came, he sat, and showed me how to hold the tray to him kneeling. He was so friendly, even when correcting me, that I mastered this new work without nervousness. He got up, saying, "Excellent. Quick, deft and quiet. And now to the rites of the bedchamber."
I said, "I'm afraid, sir, I've learned none of that yet, either."
"You need not keep calling me sir. That was just to keep up your sense of ceremony. No, this is my part of your instruction. There is a great deal of ritual at bedtime, but we need do no more than run over it; most will be done by people of higher rank. However, it is important never to be at a loss. We will first prepare the bed, which should have been done already." We opened and turned it back; it had sheets of thread-drawn Egyptian linen. "No perfume? I don't know who got this room ready. Like an inn for camel-drivers. However, let us suppose the perfume scattered."
He stood by the bed and removed his fluted hat.
"That would be done by someone of very high rank indeed. Now there's a knack in taking off the sash; he will of course not turn around for you. Just slip your hands round and cross them; yes, that's right. And now the robe. Begin unbuttoning at the top. Now lift it off from behind, and slip it down; he will just move his arms from his sides enough for that." I removed the robe, baring his slender olive-colored shoulders, on which his black curls fell down, just touched with henna. He sat down on the bed. "For the slippers, go on both knees, sit back a little, and take each foot on your lap in turn, always beginning with the right. No, don't get up yet. He has loosened the waist of his trousers; you now draw them off, still kneeling, with your eyes cast down all the time." He lifted his weight a little, so that I could do this. It left him in his linen underdrawers. He was extremely graceful, with a flawless skin; the Median, not the Persian beauty.
"You have not folded them. The chamber-groom will take them away; but there must never be a moment when they lie about untidy. So, then, if this room were set out properly, you would put on the night-robe (my fault, however did I forget it?) under which he would slip off his drawers, in accordance with propriety." He covered himself modestly with the sheet, and tossed them onto the stool.
