The Caliph´s army isn´t enough to search or cover all the city, so you´re confident that you can hide in it, for at least a some days. Or weeks, if not were for details like a flying mephit and such. However, maybe one or two hours later, Ormaz feels an unpleasant feeling, as if someone were looking for him. It passes soon, though.
You wait for Jagra in a small and quiet tea house. The darkness, low ceiling and silence makes this a nice place to rest and think, and the other customers are not a problem, being under the effect or a variety of narcotics. Many of them sleep, directly fallen on the tables or on rugs. Finally, Jagra returns and tell what he heard.
Amira knows some details about the Caliph´s uncle, Jafar, but it doesn´t sound as if they are relevant. He was the younger son of the current caliph´s grandfather; when he (the grandfather) died, civil war threatened Tangrabah. But he had not enough support from the emirs, the military chiefs, so he had to accept exile. About Abu ibn Minah, you know it´s a very wealthy merchant and explorer, and his family has been in that profession for very long. You remember hearing that name very recently, but where?
The only thing Ormaz is sure is that what he saw it´s impossible. There are spells, potions, magical creatures and places and many other things he can remember that can heal the most grievous wounds, but nothing matches what the mage was able to do.
