human
Cur of a Christian! thou who hast sought to bring ill-luck, disaster, and destruction upon us, shalt no longer pollute True Believers with thy baneful presence! he roared furiously, adding,
gpt
Die! rot in the grave of the Infidels that is called the Hall of the Great Death! Curse thee! May Eblis condemn thee and all thine accursed race to the horrible tortures that are eternal, and may Allah burn thy vitals!
human
Thou hast brought me here to murder me! I cried.
gpt
Yet I am willing to explain to thee the whereabouts of the Crescent, if thou wilt tell me of the fate of Zoraida, Daughter of the Sun.
human
The Lalla Zoraida? he cried, in surprise.
gpt
Then it _is_ true thou knowest her! We have not been mistaken! Thy dog's eyes have rested upon her unveiled face; her beauty hath been defiled by thy curious gaze, and she hath spoken with thee, telling thee of wonders the secret of which she was charged to preserve under penalty of death!
human
She hath told me nothing, I answered, still helpless in his murderous grasp.
gpt
For many moons have I journeyed over oasis and desert, _hamada_ and dune, in search of the truth, but nothing, alas! hath been revealed.
human
She entrusted to thy keeping the Crescent of Glorious Wonders; she unveiled before thee, an Infidel; therefore the punishment to which she was condemned is just.
gpt
What was her punishment? I gasped breathlessly.
human
At least tell me whether she still lives.
gpt
The hand that wrought treacherous deeds was sent thee, so that thou mightest gaze upon the result of thy gallant adventure,
human
Yes, yes, I know. Its sight was horrible!
gpt
Disgraced in the eyes of the people of Al-Islam, untrue to her creed, faithless to her people, she hath already received the just reward of spies and those who play us false. The vengeance of the Ennitra shall also fall upon thee!
human
Was she murdered? I demanded.
gpt
Tell me.
human
She, the One of Beauty, who was possessed of powers strange and inexplicable, exhibited to thee wonders that none have seen, marvels that she alone was able to work, he continued, murder lurking in every line of his dark, forbidding countenance.
gpt
The Great Secret that hath for generations been so zealously-guarded by our people she gave into thine unscrupulous hands. To thee, a dog of a Christian--upon whom may the wrath of Allah descend--she transferred her power, thus allowing her people to be ignominiously defeated and slaughtered by the _homards_. Of the disasters that have fallen upon us, of the misfortune that ever dogs the footprints of those of our men who set out upon expeditions, of all the discomforture that hath been experienced by us; nay, of the terrible doom that hath overtaken the perfidious Daughter of the Sun who entranced thee, thou art the author.
human
Merciful Allah! I cried loudly.
gpt
I have been unconscious of having brought catastrophe upon thee. True, I am not of thy creed, but--
human
Silence, thou bringer of evil! Let not the name of the One of Might pass thy polluted lips, he cried, glaring into my face with fierce, passionate anger.
gpt
To thee we owe the loss of the Marvellous Crescent. With it our good fortune hath departed. Crushed by defeat, the downfall of Hadj Absalam seemeth imminent, owing to the false, fickle sorceress Zoraida--may Allah burn the hell-vixen!--having fallen under thine amorous glances. Upon thee her power hath fallen, and as thou refusest to give back to us that which is our own, thou shalt not live to witness the rising of to-morrow's sun.
human
Doth thy Koran teach thee to murder those who are innocent?
gpt
The Book of the Everlasting Will saith that those who fight against the True Believers and study to act corruptly shall be slain, or shall have their hands and feet cut off, and that the Infidel shall have none to help him.
human
Loosen thine hold! I cried again, vainly exerting every muscle.
gpt
Felon and outlaw! thou hast seized me by coward stealth, fearing to fight in open combat. If thine hand strikest me, my blood will swiftly be avenged!
human
Spawn of a worm! I have brought thee hither to kill thee! he hissed between his firmly-set teeth.
gpt
Christian dog! Son of a dungheap! Thou, whose ill-favoured white features so fascinated the One of Beauty as to cause her to forsake her people and leave them powerless in the hands of their hated enemies--thou hast uttered thy last word! To-morrow thou wilt be carrion for the vultures!
human
Curse thee, cut-throat! I shrieked, turning my dagger upon him, but only succeeding in inflicting a gash upon his brown wrist.
gpt
Thou, brigand of bloody deeds, hast followed me here into the distant desert to assassinate me secretly, to satisfy thy craving for the shedding of blood, but I prophesy that thou wilt--