"Nay, but His invisible whip can beat right sorely. Look at me! I have not done but only thought of doing something which God forbids, and for that one sin I now bear these fetters."
"I would take off your chains every night. I know where Ibrahim keeps the keys of them—in his girdle. You shall only be a slave by day. At night you shall be free, and the ransom would not be dear, we could easily agree about it; you could pay it off in kisses."
"But that would be a sin before God!"
"How can it offend God if a man kisses a woman?"
"Because that would be breaking His commandment, which forbids a man to lust after that which belongs to another."
"Come now, tell me!" cried Jigerdilla, suddenly giving another turn to the conversation, "how could you quietly look on yesterday, while Ibrahim whipped me instead of you? Why did you not seize his arm and confess that it was you who did the mischief?"
"I'll tell you why. I did not keep silence for fear of the blows, but because I was afraid that Ibrahim would have killed you if I had told the truth."
"And what made you fear that Ibrahim would have killed me?"
"Because you took my fault on your shoulders."
"And what conclusion could Ibrahim draw from that?"