human
Here, Master, I have saved him from the _jinnee_ of the desert, Rrisa pantingly announced. His voice trembled with a passionate hate; his eyes gleamed with excitement; his nails dug into the palms of his hands.
gpt
Now Master, gladden my eyes and expand my breast by letting me see this old jackal's blood!
human
No, Rrisa, the Master denied him.
gpt
I have other use for the old jackal. Other punishments await him than death at my hands.
human
What punishments, Master?
gpt
Wait, and thou shalt see. And remember always, I am thy sheik, thy preserver, with whom thou hast shared the salt. 'He who violates the salt shall surely taste Jahannum!'
human
Death shall have me, first!