"Take inventory of your BATNA," Surendranath suggested, eyeing Jack’s naked and lumpy form, "and meet me in an hour’s time at the Caravanserai." And then he uttered words in the Marathi tongue, and the four Marathas (as Marathi-speakers were called) got their shoulders under the bamboo and hoisted the palanquin into the air. They spun the conveyance end-for-end in the middle of the vast street and trotted away.