"What my informants in India tell me that the people of India wonder is whether the Caliph intends to repudiate and punish such murderers or merely pretend they didn't happen? Because if they cannot trust the Caliph to control what is done in the name of Allah, then they will defend themselves."
"By piling stones in the road?" asked Alai. "We are not the Chinese, to be frightened by stories of a 'Great Wall of India.'"
"The Caliph now controls a population that has far more non-Muslims than Muslims," said Peter.
"So far," said Alai.
"The question is whether the proportion of Muslims will increase because of teaching, or because of the slaughter and oppression of unbelievers?"
For the first time, Alai turned his head, and then his body, to face them. But it was not Peter he looked at. He only had eyes for Petra.
"Don't you know me?" he said to her.
Peter wisely did not answer. His words were doing their work, and now it was time for Petra to do what he had brought her to do.
"Yes," she said.
"Then tell him," said Alai.
"No," she said.
Alai sat in wounded silence.
"Because I don't know whether the voice I hear in this garden is the voice of Alai or the voice of the men who put him into office and control who may or may not speak to him."
"It is the voice of the Caliph," said Alai.
"I've read history," said Petra, "and so have you. The Sultans and Caliphs were rarely anything but holy figureheads, when they allowed their servants to keep them within walls. Come out into the world, Alai, and see for yourself the bloody work that's being done in your name."
They heard footsteps, loud ones, many footsteps, and soldiers trotted out of concealment. Within moments, rough hands held Petra and were dragging her away. Peter did not raise a hand to interfere. He only faced Alai, staring at him, demanding silently that he show who ruled in his house.
"Stop," said Alai. Not loudly, but clearly.
"No woman speaks to the Caliph like that!" shouted a man who was behind Peter. Peter did not turn. It was enough to know that the man had spoken in Common, not in Arabic, and that his accent bore the marks of a superb education.
"Let go of her," Alai said to the soldiers, ignoring the man who had shouted.
There was no hesitation. The soldiers let go of Petra. At once she came back to Peter's side and sat down. Peter also sat down. They were spectators now.
The man who had shouted, dressed in the flowing robes of an imitation sheik, strode up to Alai. "She uttered a command to the Caliph! A challenge! Her tongue must be cut out of her mouth."
Alai remained seated. He said nothing.
The man turned to the soldiers. "Take her!" he said.
The soldiers began to move.
"Stop," said Alai. Quietly but clearly.
The soldiers stopped. They looked miserable and confused.
"He doesn't know what he's saying," the man said to the soldiers. "Take the girl and then we'll discuss it later."
"Do not move except at my command," said Alai.
The soldiers did not move.
The man faced Alai again. "You're making a mistake," he said.