While the Durbar room had been about opulence and luxury, only warriors occupied this room. The floor was stone-flagged and the walls bereft of any decoration except an array of spears and fearsome looking daggers. A rack of tulwars sat beneath unglazed windows while another of long jezzails stretched to a plain wooden table around which sat a group of men.
They watched Jack step in.
They were warriors with quick movements and smooth muscles, hard eyes and the direct stare of men who were not afraid to act. Three reached for swords, and another with a spiked helmet lifted a long pistol that he had been loading.
"Ram ram," Jack said and waited for a response. Alone and unarmed, he knew he would not stand a chance if these men attacked him. He also knew that he would fight and neither run
