“Master, what is happening?” she blurted before she could stop herself, thinking, ‘earthquake’. “We are leaving. That was the engines starting up.” “Master, I do not understand,” she said. “Look out of the window,” he said. Lama looked out of the window and screamed. The buildings outside were moving! ‘It must be a very extreme earthquake,’ she thought. “Calm down,” said the Emir, may he live forever, laughing, “It’s only an aeroplane.” Lama had only ever been in her previous owner’s harem, and then in the Triple Palace since she was two years old. The two car journeys were the only occasions she could remember on which she had ever been outside; they had been strange and frightening and now she was utterly terrified. The Emir, may he live forever, was still laughing as he laid her on the bed and stroked her breasts until she calmed down a little. By the time he had finished fucking her, she was calm enough to eat some figs and have an odd-tasting drink which one of the naked women brought for them. Then she slept, unaware that her drink had contained a sedative.