She had a way of her own of enlarging things.
Finally she asked me whether I carried good poison in my chest of medicines, and I told her I had some that could reach down to hell and kill the ifrits.
"Wallah!" she answered.

"If you two eunuchs hadn't lost that prisoner we could have tested some of it on him!" After that she dismissed me, I suppose that she might meditate on poison in the moonlight.

I rode forward to take counsel with Grim, and some time during the night she got word with one of Ali Baba's younger sons.

We had hardly camped an hour after dawn in the red-hot foothills east of the Dead Sea when Narayan Singh caught him rifling my chest, and he had the impudence to ask which were poisons and which not.

Narayan Singh threatened an appeal to Grim, and the man apologized; but I saw Ayisha giving him sweetmeats in her tent not long afterward.
She had none of the ordinary Moslem woman's notions of privacy.