The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
At this moment up came King Gharib, who, as we have
said, had been warned by Kaylajan; and he urged on his destrier and
entered among the Infidels waiting to see who should come forth and
open the chapter of war. Then out rushed Sa’adan the Ghul and offered
combat, whereupon there issued forth to him one of the champions of
Hind; but Sa’adan scarce let him take stand in front ere he smote him
with his mace and crushed his bones and stretched him on the ground;
and so did he with a second and a third, till he had slain thirty
fighting-men. Then there dashed out at him an Indian cavalier, by name
Battásh al-Akrán,[FN#50] uncle to King Tarkanan and of his day the
doughtiest man, reckoned worth five thousand horse in battle-plain and
cried out to Sa’adan, saying, “O thief of the Arabs, hath thy daring
reached that degree that thou shouldst slay the Kings of Hind and their
champions and capture their horsemen? But this day is the last of thy
worldly days.” When Sa’adan heard these words, his eyes waxed blood-red
and he drave at Battash and aimed a stroke at him with his club; but he
evaded it and the force of the blow bore Sa’adan to the ground; and
before he could recover himself, the Indians pinioned him and haled him
off to their tents. Now when Jamrkan saw his comrade a prisoner, he
cried out, saying, “Ho for the Faith of Abraham the Friend!” and
clapping heel to his horse, ran at Battash. They wheeled about awhile,
till Battash charged Jamrkan and catching him by his jerkin[FN#51] tare
him from his saddle and cast him to the ground; whereupon the Indians
bound him and dragged him away to their tents. And Battash ceased not
to overcome all who came out to him, Captain after Captain till he had
made prisoners of four-and-twenty Chiefs of the Moslems, whereat the
True Believers were sore dismayed. When Gharib saw what had befallen
his braves, he drew from beneath his knee[FN#52] a mace of gold
weighing six-score pounds which had belonged to Barkan King of the
Jann——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her
permitted say.
When it was the Six Hundred and Sixty-first Night,
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