human
But my life is in your hands, Master, and I have shared your salt. Allah knows I was forced to speak. _Shal'lah!_ (It is _Allah's_ will!) Allah will weigh my heart and will forgive, for he is the Compassionate, the Merciful! I beg you, Master, now let me go!
gpt
Soon, Rrisa, the chief answered, turning away from the map.
human
But first there is something of highest import I must show thee.
gpt
And what may that be, my sheik? the Arab queried, his widening eyes fixed on the blanket that covered the loot from Mecca. Instinctively he sensed that some horrible sight was about to be presented to him. His face paled even more. He licked dry lips with a tongue equally dry, and leaned against the table to steady himself.
human
What have you now to show me, O _M'almé?_
gpt
Listen! the chief commanded sternly.
human
The Meccans are a people corrupt and accursed. 'Their hearts are black as their skins are white.' They live by fleecing the _Hujjaj_, by making sale and barter of relics, by turning the holy places into marts of trade. All this is well known throughout Islam. Ah, the degenerate breed of the sons of the Prophet!
gpt
That is true, Master. And what then?