human
O Master, that is not--.
gpt
Truly, yea! The Golden Waterspout, Rrisa, and the Black Stone itself! I am carrying them to the Very Heavenly City, far in the Iron Mountains! They shall be given to the Great Olema, there, who is more fit to guard and keep them than the Sheriff of Mecca or than his sons Feisal and the two Alis. No harm shall befall them, and--
human
And your hand--the hands of other Feringi who are not my masters--have touched these things? stammered Rrisa.
gpt
O my calamity! O my grief!
human
Thou canst go now, Rrisa, the Master said.
gpt
Go, and think well of what I have told thee, and--