Jack said immediately. He leaned over to Barbossa. “We didn’t do it, did we?” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. Barbossa rolled his eyes. “Sri Sumbhajee is aware that this is not the doing of our distinguished guests,” Pusasn said with a small bow. “This is the fourth time now that his food taster has keeled over dead, so unless your assassins invisibly preceded you, someone here at court is the culprit.” “Sri Sumbhajee is most displeased!” Askay announced. “Sri Sumbhajee does not like to be nearly poisoned!” “The feast is hereby cancelled!” said Pusasn. “What?” Jean cried. “Why? What about us? I don’t mind a little poison! Wait, don’t go!” With a look of abject despair, he watched the silver platters being marched away. Lakshmi patted his hand sympathetically as his stomach growled again. “Whoever is trying to kill Sri Sumbhajee will be punished most severely,” Askay said, glaring around at the seated courtiers. Sri Sumbhajee banged his fist into the palm of his hand.
