He remembers the sudden rage of the old Moor on the previous occasion, when he told him he was a Craig, and fully expects to hear something from the same source again.
Nor is he mistaken.
Ben Taleb has been listening intently, and not a word of what has passed escapes his ear.

He catches the confession of the man who humbles himself, and his eyes blaze.
Almost immediately he claps his hands, and half a dozen armed retainers make their appearance, springing from some unknown quarter.
"You have dared enter my house.

You, a Craig, who brought years of suffering upon the woman we revere.

It is well.

Allah has sent you here.
Mohammed is satisfied to leave you to our hands.