Walking along a cruciform gallery that separated the courtyards, the Brahmin priests took me to a different house set aloof from the others. It had a portico overlooking a lovely garden and a pristine lotus pond.
We stopped at an intricately carved door flanked by golden colonnettes. I stared at everything, from the wooden triangular of decorative pictures over an entrance to the gold-painted lintels and arches. The guards pushed the massive wooden doors open. The light of the oil lamps shone from the inside.
"We have prepared a special chamber for you."
"Oh wow!" I breathed. "Are you sure I can stay here?"
"Yes, this is called 'Damnak Chandra', the Moon Chamber," one of them told me.
I was impressed when we entered the enormous room.
"If you need anything, there are palace maids to tend to your needs at all times, Your Holiness."
"Please, don't call me that," I said. "I'm not holy or anything. Just call me Nikita."