“Kara’s home was and is about eighteen miles from Durazzo. It is not on the main road, but it is reached by following one of the rocky mountain paths which wind and twist among the hills to the southeast of the town. The country is wild and mainly uncultivated. We had to pass through swamps and skirt huge lagoons as we mounted higher and higher from terrace to terrace and came to the roads which crossed the mountains.
“Kara’s, palace, you could call it no less, is really built within sight of the sea. It is on the Acroceraunian Peninsula near Cape Linguetta. Hereabouts the country is more populated and better cultivated. We passed great slopes entirely covered with mulberry and olive trees, whilst in the valleys there were fields of maize and corn. The palazzo stands on a lofty plateau. It is approached by two paths, which can be and have been well defended in the past against the Sultan’s troops or against the bands which have been raised by rival villages with the object of storming and plundering this stronghold.
“The Skipetars, a bloodthirsty crowd without pity or remorse, were faithful enough to their chief, as Kara was. He paid them so well that it was not profitable to rob him; moreover he kept their own turbulent elements fully occupied with the little raids which he or his agents organized from time to time. The palazzo was built rather in the Moorish than in the Turkish style.
“It was a sort of Eastern type to which was grafted an Italian architecture — a house of white-columned courts, of big paved yards, fountains and cool, dark rooms.
“When I passed through the gates I realized for the first time something of Kara’s importance. There were a score of servants, all Eastern, perfectly trained, silent and obsequious. He led us to his own room.
“It was a big apartment with divans running round the wall, the most ornate French drawing room suite and an enormous Persian carpet, one of the finest of the kind that has ever been turned out of Shiraz. Here, let me say, that throughout the trip his attitude to me had been perfectly friendly and towards Grace all that I could ask of my best friend, considerate and tactful.
“‘We had hardly reached his room before he said to me with that bonhomie which he had observed throughout the trip, ‘You would like to see your room?’
“I expressed a wish to that effect. He clapped his hands and a big Albanian servant came through the curtained doorway, made the usual salaam, and Kara spoke to him a few words in a language which I presume was Turkish.
“‘He will show you the way,’ said Kara with his most genial smile.
“I followed the servant through the curtains which had hardly fallen behind me before I was seized by four men, flung violently on the ground, a filthy tarbosch was thrust into my mouth and before I knew what was happening I was bound hand and foot.
“As I realised the gross treachery of the man, my first frantic thoughts were of Grace and her safety. I struggled with the strength of three men, but they were too many for me and I was dragged along the passage, a door was opened and I was flung into a bare room. I must have been lying on the floor for half an hour when they came for me, this time accompanied by a middle-aged man named Savolio, who was either an Italian or a Greek.
“He spoke English fairly well and he made it clear to me that I had to behave myself. I was led back to the room from whence I had come and found Kara sitting in one of those big armchairs which he affected, smoking a cigarette. Confronting him, still in her Turkish dress, was poor Grace. She was not bound I was pleased to see, but when on my entrance she rose and made as if to come towards me, she was unceremoniously thrown back by the guardian who stood at her side.
“‘Mr. John Lexman,’ drawled Kara, ‘you are at the beginning of a great disillusionment. I have a few things to tell you which will make you feel rather uncomfortable.’ It was then that I heard for the first time that my pardon had been signed and my innocence discovered.
“‘Having taken a great deal of trouble to get you in prison,’ said Kara, ‘it isn’t likely that I’m going to allow all my plans to be undone, and my plan is to make you both extremely uncomfortable.’
“He did not raise his voice, speaking still in the same conversational tone, suave and half amused.
“‘I hate you for two things,’ he said, and ticked them off on his fingers: ‘the first is that you took the woman that I wanted. To a man of my temperament that is an unpardonable crime. I have never wanted women either as friends or as amusement. I am one of the few people in the world who are self-sufficient. It happened that I wanted your wife and she rejected me because apparently she preferred you.’
“He looked at me quizzically.
“‘You are thinking at this moment,’ he went on slowly, “that I want her now, and that it is part of my revenge that I shall put her straight in my harem. Nothing is farther from my desires or my thoughts. The Black Roman is not satisfied with the leavings of such poor trash as you. I hate you both equally and for both of you there is waiting an experience more terrible than even your elastic imagination can conjure. You understand what that means!’ he asked me still retaining his calm.
“I did not reply. I dared not look at Grace, to whom he turned.
“‘I believe you love your husband, my friend,’ he said; ‘your love will be put to a very severe test. You shall see him the mere wreckage of the man he is. You shall see him brutalized below the level of the cattle in the field. I will give you both no joys, no ease of mind. From this moment you are slaves, and worse than slaves.’
“He clapped his hands. The interview was ended and from that moment I only saw Grace once.”
John Lexman stopped and buried his face in his hands.
“They took me to an underground dungeon cut in the solid rock. In many ways it resembled the dungeon of the Chateau of Chillon, in that its only window looked out upon a wild, storm-swept lake and its floor was jagged rock. I have called it underground, as indeed it was on that side, for the palazzo was built upon a steep slope running down from the spur of the hills.
“They chained me by the legs and left me to my own devices. Once a day they gave me a little goat flesh and a pannikin of water and once a week Kara would come in and outside the radius of my chain he would open a little camp stool and sitting down smoke his cigarette and talk. My God! the things that man said! The things he described! The horrors he related! And always it was Grace who was the centre of his description. And he would relate the stories he was telling to her about myself. I cannot describe them. They are beyond repetition.”
John Lexman shuddered and closed his eyes.
“That was his weapon. He did not confront me with the torture of my darling, he did not bring tangible evidence of her suffering — he just sat and talked, describing with a remarkable clarity of language which seemed incredible in a foreigner, the ‘amusements’ which he himself had witnessed.
“I thought I should go mad. Twice I sprang at him and twice the chain about my legs threw me headlong on that cruel floor. Once he brought the jailer in to whip me, but I took the whipping with such phlegm that it gave him no satisfaction. I told you I had seen Grace only once and this is how it happened.
“It was after the flogging, and Kara, who was a veritable demon in his rage, planned to have his revenge for my indifference. They brought Grace out upon a boat and rowed the boat to where I could see it from my window. There the whip which had been applied to me was applied to her. I can’t tell you any more about that,” he said brokenly, “but I wish, you don’t know how fervently, that I had broken down and given the dog the satisfaction he wanted. My God! It was horrible!
“When the winter came they used to take me out with chains on my legs to gather in wood from the forest. There was no reason why I should be given this work, but the truth was, as I discovered from Salvolio, that Kara thought my dungeon was too warm. It was sheltered from the winds by the hill behind and even on the coldest days and nights it was not unbearable. Then Kara went away for some time. I think he must have gone to England, and he came back in a white fury.