In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.
The dust settled. Tiffany Takei, Tiffany Walker and concubine Lelah removed the veils from their mouths and fanned away the last particles still dancing in the air. It had been close. Sultan Farouz’s scouts had earned their pay today by finding the narrow entrance to the cave.
Once they knew Mirina’s trail lead along the gorge, it was obvious: they would be ambushed there. Worse, once they neared it, Tiffany W could see the shape of Saqal’s head bobbing up and down from the ridge above. She looked at Tiffany T and Lelah. She nodded. They nodded back.
They beelined to the tight fissure, the horses panicking when the first stones and rocks fell. It still pained Tiffany T. She liked Saqal. Not anymore obviously. What had driven him to this? Tiffany W peeked outside. Then she released the pigeon. It was time for their trap now.
“What if they are hurt and can’t send the message?” Farouz paced.
His mother felt her heart pounding. So much could go wrong with their plan. In all her years running the harem, the wives would resort to murder. Certainly, there had been phenomenal arguments and deep dislikes.
But this? The sultana-mother was aware of Mirina’s power schemes, of course. But these events challenged her imagination. Maybe she should have done more to thwart Mirina’s ploys? No time for that now. Her handsome son needed her. As mother’s do, she held his hand and squeezed.
J. Tiffany was all set. She felt a pang of something, regret maybe, when she opened the case of her film camera. George Lasky had taken a risk in letting her film b-roll footage of locations for The Sheik, starring Rudolph Valentino. The director was impressed with the results.
It was then that she fell in love with the sands of the Arabian peninsula and decided to visit. She would document her travels on film. When she finally managed admittance to the sultan’s palace, she was sold. She held Farouz off when he courted her, of course. But not for long.
J silently turned her camera crank when Saqal came into Mirina’s room. A scribe recorded their conversation. With their passionate kiss, the two conspirators had already sealed their fate. Saqal’s reported the fate of the three foreign Tiffanys who had corrupted Farouz’s harem.
Despite her tears, J kept filming. Had her two namesakes made it to the cave in time?
Droplets of perspiration appeared on the usually cool-headed scribe’s brow as he took notes on Saqal’s devotion to Mirina: first as she sat on his face, next between her legs.
Mirina’s eyes alerted J. She screamed when she saw a man approach Saqal, dagger drawn. In the confusion that followed, Palace guards arrested the three suspects. J was relieved about the two Tiffanys message, and ran to the royal hall to embrace her husband. He held her tight.
Hope you enjoyed Episode 9.