"The caliph would never leave the safety of the palac." "The caliph will do whatever he pleases," said the merchant with the eye patch. "What would y...ou know about his comings and goings?" "I know that if I were the caliph, I would certainly never leave the palace," said the doctor, and the others muttered their assent. "What if he were run over by a cart, or killed in a street brawl? Where would we be then, with our caliph dead in a gutter and no one even knows it, because which of us would. I looked down at my abandoned shorts, but it was too late to retrieve them. She was now close by and clearly amused by my condition."Oh my, so have you been having naughty games with someone already?" she asked with that adorable grin.Like Adam in the Garden of Eden, I forlornly placed my hands over my private parts. "Er no. As a matter of fact, I've only just got here. I guess it's the sight of your gorgeous legs that's made me like this..." the sentence tailed off as I looked down. I'm donating my body to medical science too, so there'll be no doubt that I'm very dead. Maybe some good would come out of it; certainly an enormous number of bizarre medical puzzles will. Those puzzles will confirm my special nature, especially as one of the terms of my Will is that the research on my body is to be done publicly and the results made available to everyone who wants them, which will put even more pressure on the Government to reform its illegal attitudes because it'll provide a. " Lilith wants you at a meeting," Dawn told me. "Everybody's waiting. Leave the babies here. Jaguars leave their babies while hunting and Spots needs to be at the meeting too." Who is Lilith?" I asked. I couldn't remember everybody."She's the lady in that pyramid," Dawn explained. "Come on, my master."Short of a spreadsheet my description of my "household" will be hard to understand—because there were almost thirty human sponsors. Then there were some specialist concubines such as the couple.