As dusk fell, Mataoka got another broth going, which she boiled by putting hot stones into a skin cauldron, and handed out bowls of hot soup carefully... The men accepted it all hungrily, and soon there was much merriment. It now felt again like they weren’t about to rob nor kill us after all, not that evening. Everyone was trying their best to seem to be as English and proper as possible again.That night, in the middle of the night, I had difficulty sleeping. Eliza was sleeping in our wigwam. Laura was hardly under the illusion that her 'of legal age' sister was still a virgin, but she'd hoped she'd have better taste in partners. Then again, considering who she was sharing her bed with lately, she might not be the one to talk."Besides, she's not really my type," Janet added."Oh, and what is your type?" Laura heard herself ask before she could even consider if that was an appropriate question."Well, if you haven't figured it out by now," Janet said with an inviting smile, "you might. She continued to walk around the building looking for an alarm system while I checked for doors with locks that could be picked. I had found a likely choice when Maggie came up to me. “They have an alarm system, but it’s clear they don’t want people to notice,” she said. “It’s not a system I’ve seen before and it’s pretty sophisticated, but I can get past it. I need about 10 minutes.” I walked further around the building looking for other entrances, then retraced my steps until I found. ‘Is there any other Haroun al-Rashid?’ said Arram. Everyone laughed, and Arram laughed loudest. He was not used to drinking strong wines, and he was not used to keeping the company of strangers late at night, but this was a special night, a night to celebrate, because after all, tonight he was in Baghdad, the shining jewel of all cities. Weeks ago, on his birthday, he decided that it was time to make his own way in the world, so he hid among the cargo of a slave ship bound for Tartus and there.