Tell me, did thy great prophet, M'hamed, ever ride in such state through the air?
Was Al Burak, his magic horse, on which he traveled to the paradise of the houris, more swift or mighty than this steed of mine ?" The Master speaking Arabic, weighted every word with its full meaning.
"Tell me, Rrisa, what of all this ?" "Your steed is very swift and very mighty.

Your flying ship is very great," the Arab admitted.

"But Allah and his Prophet are greater! _Allahu akbar!_" (Allah is greatest!) "Of course.

But tell thou me, Rrisa, if I were to appear at Mecca in my _Nissr Arrib ela Sema_--my Eagle of the Sky--would not thy people give me great honors ?" "My head is at your feet, _M'alme_, and I am yours to do with as you will, even to the death, but I implore you, by the beard of the Prophet, do not do this thing!" "And why not, Rrisa ?" "You and I, Master, are _akhawat_.[1] Therefore I can speak true words.

You must not go to Mecca.