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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... North African woman has exceeded her authority. A guard called us because she was frightened they would kill you if it carried on like that."

I was a little relieved.

"What will happen now?" I asked.

The girl put her finger to her lips to signify a request for silence, then went to the door and looked out. She came back and sat near the foot of my bed, watching the window in the door.

She said, in a low voice, "I think they realise that they have made a big mistake. I overheard them talking about it. They can't let you go now in your condition, so you will have to stay until you heal up and recover. It will take at least two weeks because the flogging badly damaged your bottom, but your back is not so bad. I think they will visit you soon to make a deal."

"This has happened once before and the previous time it was the fault of the same lady. Somehow, she got away with it. This time she won't be so lucky, I think. You are lucky to still be with us. When they checked your blood pressure, it was so low and your pulse was very weak, you nearly died."

I was to lie on that bed for three days, being helped to the loo and to wash afterwards by the first girl and another very kind Indian nurse. They gave me more injections and kept applying ice packs to reduce the swelling. I couldn't face eating anything for the first two days, only taking fluids. There were no more interrogations.

By the end of the third day, I could stand again and walk about stiffly, trying ...

... not to open the cuts on my bottom. My back was healing well and my appetite was slowly returning, about which I was glad because I could see all my ribs. On the fifth day, the partly African nurse called Nabila helped me into the prison gown. This was a good thing to wear after a beating like that, as it was completely loose.

"You will have a visitor shortly. Let's make you look decent." She combed my hair, gave me an elastic to make a ponytail, and I cleaned my teeth.

The visitor turned out to be two Arab ladies, one older than the other. They were good-looking and very well-dressed in the smartest local ladies' robes.

They were people of some wealth or importance, possibly both. I was very well aware that behind the scenes in their society, there were a lot of wealthy and powerful local women. They came into my room and told me not to move and that they wanted to talk to me.

The staff brought chairs for them and they sat down where I could look at them without being in an uncomfortable posture. I could only lie on my front without discomfort. I could feel my pulse in the pain from my bottom when the painkillers wore off. They first asked if they could lift my gown to inspect the damage, so I let them and, of course, it horrified them.

Then the older one said, "I'm Hamid's first wife, and this is his second wife. You probably didn't know this until now, but Hamid is a senior member of the security establishment here. He was silly to get caught misbehaving with a ...