"I have told you I will consider your request for trade.
There are many considerations." He signaled for the hookah to be lighted again. The interview seemed to be ended.
Hawksworth bowed with what formality he could muster and turned toward the counting-room door.
"Captain Hawksworth. You will not be returning to your men. I have made other arrangements for your lodging."
Hawksworth revolved to see four porters waiting by an open door at the Shahbandar's left.
I must be tired. I hadn't noticed the door until now.
Then he realized it had been concealed in the decorations on the wall. When he did not move, the porters surrounded him.
No, they're not porters. They're the guards who held back the crowds from the steps. And they're armed now.
"I think you will find your lodgings suitable." The Shahbandar watched Hawksworth's body tense. "My men will escort you. Your chest will remain here under my care."
The Shahbandar returned again to his gurgling hookah.