That is my order." She was bluffed.

And she recognized it with a sort of dog-like glance of admiration.

We had all her baggage, for one thing, and it represented more wealth than any Bedouin woman would let go willingly.
Now if she were to reverse what she had said, and refuse to advertise Grim as Ali Higg, these five men and probably others would surely denounce her to her real husband.

She had no choice.
But she was sharp-witted, and made the most of the situation even so.
"Shall I go alone, my lord?
Alone with these strangers ?" "Take two of your servants." But what she wanted to make sure of was that Grim might not decamp with her baggage and leave her to face the consequences.
It seems you can fall in love in the desert without putting too much faith in masculine nature.
"Nay, give me two men I can trust.

Give me that and that one." She selected old Ali Baba and me; and it was a shrewd choice, for unless Grim was a more than usually yellow-minded rascal he was surely not going to leave the captain of his gang behind.