It is true, it did dawn on me that if my host were to suspect me of intriguing under cover of his protection, the protection might cease with disconcerting abruptness.

I realized to some extent what a predicament that would be.

But on the whole, I think the only real worry was the definite task Grim had given me--the thankless, and very likely desperate, inglorious one of trying to keep old Anazeh sober.
Of course, the Koran forbids wine.

But whiskey is not wine.

And if you mix whiskey and wine together they cease to be either; they become a commodity of which the Prophet knew nothing and which he therefore did not forbid.