Don't mind that thing.

He's something we can handle." Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one of the curtained ovals and through it, reappearing almost instantly with a huge platter upon which were fruits, and a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick porcelain.
"Eat," she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the platter at our feet.
"Hungry ?" asked Drake.

Ruth shook her head violently.
"I'm going out for the saddlebags," said Drake.

"We'll use our own stuff--while it lasts.

I'm taking no chances on what the Yuruk lad brings--with all due respect to Norhala's good intentions." He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his way.
"We have with us food of our own, Norhala," I explained.