You were daughter of a poor fisherman before your father sold you to the Ottoman palace. The next year you studied literacy, elegance, writing, dancing, and now your moment has come. Today you and other concubines danced for the Sultan. You danced like a Firebird, and at the end Suleiman threw you a bright red handkerchief, which meant that he was pleased. Out of the corner of your ear, you heard him whisper to Syumbul: "Prepare her for the evening." Suleiman got up and left the hall.