When news of his champion’s death reached Taram-taq he put himself at
the head of an army of his negroes and led them forth. Many fell before
the magic sword, and the prince laboured on in spite of weakness and
fatigue till he was almost worn out. In a moment of respite from attack
he struck his fire-steel and burned a hair of the king-lion; and he had
just succeeded in this when the negroes charged again and all but took
him prisoner. Suddenly from behind the distant veil of the desert
appeared an army of lions led by their king. “What brings these
scourges of heaven here?” cried the negroes. They came roaring up, and
put fresh life into the prince. He fought on, and when he struck on a
belt the wearer fell in two, and when on a head he cleft to the waist.
Then the ten thousand mighty lions joined the fray and tore in pieces
man and horse.
Taram-taq was left alone; he would have retired into his fort, but the
prince shouted: “Whither away, accursed one? Are you fleeing before
me?” At these defiant words the chief shouted back, “Welcome, man! Come
here and I will soften you to wax beneath my club.” Then he hurled his
club at the prince’s head, but it fell harmless because the prince had
quickly spurred his horse forward. The chief, believing he had hit him,
was looking down for him, when all at once he came up behind and cleft
him to the waist and sent him straight to hell.
The king-lion greatly praised the dashing courage of Prince Almas. They
went together into the Castle of Clashing Swords and found it adorned
and fitted in princely fashion. In it was a daughter of Taram taq,
still a child She sent a message to Prince Almas saying, “O king of the
world! choose this slave to be your handmaid. Keep her with you; where
you go, there she will go!” He sent for her and she kissed his feet and
received the Mussulman faith at his hands. He told her he was going a
long journey on important business, and that when he came back he would
take her and her possessions to his own country, but that for the
present she must stay in the castle. Then he made over the fort and all
that was in it to the care of the lion, saying: “Guard them, brother!
let no one lay a hand on them.” He said goodbye, chose a fresh horse
from the chief’s stable and once again took the road.
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