human
Your God is not my God, Master, said he, impersonally.
gpt
No, the God of your people is not the God of mine. We have our own; and the land is ours, too. None of the _Nasara_ may come thither, and live. Three came, that I have heard of, and--they died. I crave my Master's bidding to depart.
human
Presently, yea, the Master answered.
gpt
But I have one more question for thee. If I were to take thee, and go to thy land, but were not to ask thy help there--if I were not to ask thee to guide me nor yet to betray any secret--wouldst thou play the traitor to me, and deliver me up to thy people?
human
My head is at your feet, _M'almé_. So long as you did not ask me to do such things as would be unlawful in the eyes of Allah and the Prophet, and seek to force me to them, this hand of mine would wither before it would be raised against the preserver of my life! I pray you, _M'almé_, let me go!
gpt
I grant it. _Ru'c'h halla!_
human
TO PARADISE--OR HELL