"Tell me about your English ships, Captain." Jadar seemed not to hear Hawksworth's question. "Tell me how you defeated the Portuguese so easily." "English frigates are better designed than the Portugals' galleons. And English seamen are better gunners and sailors." "Words, Captain. Easy words. Perhaps the Portuguese allowed themselves to be defeated. This one time. Waiting for a bigger prize. How can you know?" "Is that what the Portugals say happened?" "I asked you." "A well-manned English frigate is the match of any two galleons." "Then how many of your 'frigates' would it take to blockade the port at Goa?" Hawksworth saw a small flicker in Jadar's eyes as the prince waited for the answer. "I think a dozen could do it. If we caught their fleet in the harbor, before they could put out to sea." "Christians typically exaggerate their strength. How many would it really take? Five times what you've said? Ten times?" "I said it depends on seamanship. And surprise." "Christians always seem to have answers. Particularly when there is no answer." Jadar turned and pointed to the stacks of bundles. "By the way, do you know what the caravan carried, Captain?" "I doubt very much it was lead. So it's probably silver." Hawksworth marveled at the way Jadar seemed to lead the conversation, always getting what he wanted before what he wanted had become obvious. And then quickly moving on. "Your 'probably' is exactly right. And do you know why it carried silver?" "You have a long supply line. You needed to buy supplies and arms." "I see you don't think like a Moghul after all." Jadar moved closer, studying Hawksworth's eyes. "Why bother to buy what I could easily take? No, my Christian captain, or ambassador, or spy, I needed men. What is it about human character that allows men to be bought like so many _nautch_ girls?" "Not every man is born to wealth." Hawksworth glared directly at Jadar, beginning to find the conversation growing sinister. "And few men are without a price, Captain. I think I could even find yours if I looked enough for it." Jadar paused reflectively for a moment, then continued. "Tell me, should I be pleased with your presence here?" "You have no reason not to be. My only mission here is to open trade between our kings." "You know your 'mission' has brought about many deaths since you landed in India. The most recent were the deaths of forty of my best men." "I didn't order the attack on the caravan. Those men's lives are on the head of whoever did." Hawksworth stopped, and as he looked at Jadar something clicked in his mind. Something about the attack that had bothered him ever since. "Your caravan was attacked by bandits, Captain. Who could order them to do anything? But the men I provided as escort gave their lives protecting you." "Those men were murdered. They never had a chance."