Chapter 10When Rashmi had told Nyles it would be a long evening, he hadn’t exaggerated. As he looked around, he saw the tribal leaders especially invited to participate in the feast. And even the term “feast” barely did the food on offer justice.
The main tent had been set with several long, low tables dotted around, with comfortable ottomans on which the men sat. Most of them were a similar age to either Kasim or his son, prince Haidar, who now sat at his father’s right hand.
There were no women, other than the servants who either carried through yet more food and drink, or removed empty platters in a continuous graceful flow. The small talk was equally unending. Although the chiefs attempted to include Nyles in their discussions, all too often the talk went back to their camels or goat
