"He's the Moghul's son?" "Correct. He has full authority over this province, but he's frequently on campaign and difficult to reach. His other duties include responsibility for military conscription here, and maintaining order. These are somewhat uneasy times, especially in the Deccan, southeast of here." "When will we learn your decision, or his decision? There are other markets for our goods." "You will learn his decision when it is decided." Mukarrab Khan shoved aside his plate and a servant whisked it from the carpet. "Concerning your second request, that I petition Agra to authorize your travel there, I will see what can be done. But it will require time." "I would ask the request be sent immediately." "Naturally." Mukarrab Khan watched absently as more brimming trays were brought in, these piled with candied fruits and sweetmeats. A hookah water pipe appeared and was placed beside Hawksworth. "Do you enjoy the new _feringhi _custom of smoking tobacco, Captain Hawksworth? It was introduced recently, and already it's become fashionable. So much so the Moghul just issued a decree denouncing it." "King James has denounced it too, claiming it destroys health. But it's also the fashion in London. Personally, I think it ruins the taste of brandy, and wine." "Overall I'm inclined to agree. But tell me now, what's your opinion of the wine you're drinking? It's Persian." "Better than the French. Though frankly it could be sweeter." Mukarrab Khan laughed. "A common complaint from _topiwallahs_. Some actually add sugar to our wine. Abominable." He paused. "So I gather then you only use spirits?" "What do you mean?" "There are many subtle pleasures in the world, Ambassador. Liquors admittedly enhance one's dining, but they do little for one's appreciation of art." As Hawksworth watched him, puzzling, he turned and spoke quietly to one of the eunuchs hovering behind him. Moments later a small golden cabinet, encrusted with jewels, was placed between them. Mukarrab Khan opened a tiny drawer on the side of the box and extraced a small brown ball. "May I suggest a ball of _ghola_? He offered it to Hawksworth. It carried a strange, alien fragrance. "What's _ghola_?" "A preparation of opium and spice, Ambassador. I think it might help you better experience this evening's entertainment." He nodded lightly in the direction of the rear wall.