V-Twice Bitten

V-Twice Bitten
The alarms were sounded. Bashir and Amin woke Camille from his sleep. "Camille, Camille, it is the French!" Flashing back to his days in the army Camille jumped out of bed, "aux armes!" Then as his eyes focused he looked upon his Egyptian friends and blinked. He began, "What is going on my friends?" sighing, "was all of that a dream?" looking around the bey's mansion, "no, we are still in Constantine."
Amin smiled, "It seems your countrymen have invaded the regency." Bashir pulled out a few maps and laid them on the table, "They have already taken Algiers, and Constantine has been holding out the best it can, but uncle believes there will be no help sent from the Sublime Porte." Then Amin spoke again, "If we can get to Morocco we could bored a ship for the Caribbean on one of the Spanish Isles, there we may be able to hide you.
Camille looked perplexed, "but what about my condition?"
At this moment Achmed walked in, "You are quite lucky my boy. One of the Sultan's of old had caught the disease in Transylvania, from the aforementioned man, Tepes." The sultan was a deeply religious man, and the sickness filled him with shame. He developed a large bump on his head from praying so hard every day." Camille blinked, "And how does that help me? Should I pray?" Bashir laughed, "No, we have brought you a veil that will shield you from the sun. It will cover all of your skin. However...."
"What?" Camille shouted as the French cannons fired in the background. Amin looked at him, "Its a woman's veil. We are disguising you as a woman for the travel." Camille stared blankly. Achmed snapped his fingers. A beautiful Persian girl came and sat down beside, "There is the veil, and your breakfast my dear boy." The confusion on the young girl's face was palpable as the men walked out of the room.
After being washed, Camille entered, well fed and dressed as a Persian concubine.
Achmed smiled, "You will travel light. And fast my dear boys, this is a god damn war, and if anyone finds you they will take you for deserters. In Oran I have a friend who can secure your escort to Morocco.  Amin has been given all of the information." Bashir smiled, "Now Camille, we must run before your countrymen greet us in their native tongue, the cannon."
Camille stepped forward, "Just a moment." looking over at Achmed, "You know you can't win, I was at the Battle of the Pyramids, the French are a modern army!" The bey was placing some ornamental armor on, his servant latched the chest plate. Achmed smiled, "I've lived longer than mosts, and had every joy of this world ol boy. And many of the other world!" He broke into laughter. Camille smiled at the old man, "I understand, but I have one more question before I depart."
The sounds of the cannon grew louder, and Achmed smiled. "I've got a battle to fight old boy. Before sailing for the new world there is a Berber Witch in Morocco that you will speak to. For I will answer no more questions, and you my boy, must flee!" And once more at the old man's command Camille obeyed.