I was moved to pity for him. I stayed on until he had completed my errands and had written to my master, requesting that he sell me to him. Then he drew twenty dinars from beneath his bedding and said, “Use this for your needs. Had you possessed any rightful claim to the public treasury, we would have granted it to you; you are but a servant.” I refused to take the money, so he said, “It is only from my personal allowance,” and he kept pressing me until I accepted it. He again wrote to my master, asking him to sell me to him, but my master refused and instead set me free.