And I Darken (The Conquerors Saga #1) - Kiersten White Page 0,121

was met with shrugs, the Janissaries obviously bored with their role of guarding a nearly dead man.

And then they were inside.

“Do you want to see him?” Radu asked, pausing outside Murad’s chamber doors. He looked nervously down the hall, certain that at any moment the Janissaries would realize their mistake and storm in, swords drawn. Or a doctor would come, calling an alarm. Or Halil Pasha himself would be waiting.

But they were alone, for now.

Mehmed considered his father’s room, then shook his head. “I have no reason to.”

Radu was strangely tempted to go in and pay his respects. Whatever else he was, whatever else he had done, Murad was the reason they were here. And Radu would not change that. Murad had taken much, but he had also given him Mehmed and Islam.

Radu put his hand on Mehmed’s shoulder, squeezing once. Then he led the group through the sumptuous rooms to a little-used side chamber. It was too small to entertain, and with Murad dying, visitors were few and stuck to the main rooms.

With the door safely closed behind them, the men stripped off their disguises, some with more urgency than others. “I prefer your face veiled,” Nicolae said to Petru as the young man ripped his outer clothes off.

“I prefer your mouth shut,” Petru retorted.

There was an ease between them, a safeness that stemmed from knowing so much about one another. Perhaps not even liking each other, but being certain that if it came to it, they would defend one another with their lives.

Radu wondered what that would be like, a friendship with nothing else—no fears, no tangled and unwanted emotions. Kumal was more of a mentor than a friend, too much older to be a true peer. Radu trusted Lazar, but there was always a note of discomfort there, a hint of desire on Lazar’s part that left Radu constantly on the defensive. He kept his other men at a distance for fear they would see in him what Lazar had, what Huma had, what Lada had. What Mehmed had not.

Radu did not know whether it was a relief or another dagger to his heart that Mehmed could not see how he felt merely by looking at him.

“What now?” Mehmed looked to Radu.

Radu felt his chest swell, his shoulders straighten to fill more space. “Now I send for the captain of the Janissaries.”

Lada shook her head. “Too risky.”

“It is a risk, but it is a bigger risk to leave the city’s Janissaries in Halil Pasha’s pockets. If he sees us today, he might betray us. But if we do not persuade him to support Mehmed, we will be fighting him in the streets.”

“I agree,” Mehmed said.

It was a simple matter to summon the Janissary captain to Murad’s chambers. Radu did not tell the servant who was requesting his presence. Kazanci Dogan was impassive upon seeing Radu, having interacted with him enough during the siege to be familiar. Radu smiled, waving for him to follow.

To his credit, Kazanci Dogan betrayed only the slightest amount of shock upon opening the door to find Mehmed sitting on an elaborately gilded chair, wearing deep purple robes and a dark red turban. He held a sword as casually as a breath.

“Come in,” Mehmed said.

Kazanci Dogan dipped his head in acknowledgment and entered the room, eyes flicking to either side as he took in the grim-faced men lining the walls. Lada still sat in the corner, one leg up on the bench, the other swinging lazily. She finished pulling a knot tight, then dropped the noose, letting it hang toward the floor as though she had forgotten it was there.

Radu felt a surge of affection for her that overcame even his anger. She really was magnificent sometimes.

“I was not aware you had arrived in the city,” Kazanci Dogan said to Mehmed.

“Yes, odd that no one saw fit to tell me my father was dying. But with things poised on the brink of change, I thought you and I should come to an agreement.”

Kazanci Dogan said nothing.

“During my last rule, we had discipline problems with your men. Have you been able to get them under control since then?”

Kazanci Dogan’s face betrayed a flush of red. “My Janissaries do more for the empire than any other soldiers. It is my job to make certain they are taken care of.”

“Of course. Remind me about the structure of the corps.”

Frowning, Kazanci Dogan explained that he was the head of all the soldiers and reported to by the leaders