Now sharpen our spears, well prove each tough bow, And the swords of our forefathers wield. Don the armour so often they wore 'gainst the foe, Seize each rifle and glittering shield, And their shadows yet hovering over their graves, Will guard us from foes who would make us their slaves. Then to arms, then to arms, and this harp shall proclaim The proud deeds that your valour has done; And the world shall resound with the praise of your name, To be handed from sire to son; And tell of the heroes who lie in their graves, Who died that the Atteghei ne'er should be slaves. The warriors grasped their swords, their eyes kindled, their breasts heaved at the minstrel's tones, the effect was such as would be difficult to understand from the above meagre translation, without the accompaniment of the bard's rich and animated voice, and the high loud tones of his instrument. Several other baras succeeded, taking various themes for their song. When describing the heroic deeds of their warriors, their tones were lofty and inspiring. When singing of their untimely deaths, cut off by the foe, their voices would sink to a low and plaintive wail. When picturing the beauty of some maiden more lovely still than her companions, the air would be soft, sweet, and melting. When the banquet was concluded, the gallant Hadji and his brother, Achmet Beg, rose to depart, for their home was at no great distance, and the Hadji's wife was anxiously expecting the return of her lord, though the old warrior dreamed not of giving himself a day's rest, but had engaged to be ready on the following morning, to accompany the other chiefs to the banks of the Ubin. When search was made for young Alp, he was nowhere to be found, for he had early stolen from the feast. "Your gallant son has been a constant visitor here, of late," said the venerable host to the Hadji. "The youth loves to listen to my tales of our wars with the Urus. He will follow closely in your steps, noble Hadji, and I love him much. I know not if it is so; but I sometimes think he casts an eye of affection towards my Zara; and if it please you, my friend, he may have her." "It is no time for the youth to take to himself a wife, when his thoughts ought to be alone of war," answered the Hadji; "but Mashallah! he would be happy to possess so sweet a partner." The aged chieftain's suspicion was correct, for Alp was at last discovered, coming from the direction of the anderoon; and he set off with his father to their home.