human
It is well,
gpt
Rrisa, said he, impressively, his voice slow, grave, sonorous,
human
It is true, Master. _Nahnu malihin._
gpt
And the salt is still in thy stomach?[1]
human
Aye, Master. You are still _dakhil_ (protected) to me.
gpt
Thou art mine to do with as I will?
human
I am the Master's!
gpt
Treason to me, Rrisa, is treason to thy holy laws. Surely, such treason would plunge thy soul far into the depths of Eblis. When thy time cometh to walk across the burning pit, on the bridge as fine and sharp as the edge of a simitar, if it be laden with treachery to one who hath saved thy life and whose salt thou hast eaten, surely it shall not pass over, but shall fall. Far into the deeps of Jehannum it shall fall, where the Prophet says: 'Stones and men shall be the fuel of the everlasting flame!'
human
I am the Master's, repeated Rrisa, with trembling mouth. He raised his hand to forehead, lips, and heart.
gpt
My head is at the Master's feet!
human
Forget that not, thou! cried the Master, dominantly.