"That's what she got out of you.

Now what did you get out of her ?" "She said _wallah!_ There is Ali Higg at Petra and he grinds the face of the poor and is a great chief and will make us prisoners and sell us for slaves or have us turned into eunuchs, and we said (_gasp_) that we are _msakin_* and not afraid of Ali Higg and he may as well have us as anybody, and if it is written that we shall be eunuchs then it is written and who shall change it?
(_Gasp_) [* Poverty-stricken] "And she said what made us think that the great sheikh will take us to Petra, and we said because he had promised, but he may be a big liar and we don't know yet." "What kind of woman is she ?" Grim asked.
"A big fat woman with a belly like two waterbags one on top of the other, thus!" "What is her name ?" "She is the wife of Ismail ben Rafiki, the wool-dealer." "Uh-huh.

Yes.

Go on." "So she said we should come back here and find out if the sheikh will really take us and say to the sheikh (_gasp_) there is a lady in the city who can be of service to him in a certain matter and he should come back with us and we should lead him to the house and she will give us money and the sheikh will understand." "Good!" pronounced Grim.

"Not half bad.