" You needn't do this," the man spoke up as he leaned on his staff, watching the few sheep he owned scurry around in search of food.
" You've saved my life. You've given me a name. I'm bound to repay you what you've used up to free me." Bellal bowed his head slightly.
The man rubbed his thick grey beard streaked with white at that. " I set you free because I couldn't bear seeing you suffering. It was never my intention to make you work for me. What a complicated situation." He looked up at the clouds gathering in the sky. " You're not bound to do me anything. Just walk the path you want, Bellal."
" If I'm free to choose then this is what I want to do," Bellal insisted. " I want to be of help to you."
