The next morning I placed my foot in the stirrup, and having drawn out my army, made an attack on the walls of the town; Amyr Hussyn came to the top of the citadel, and displayed his standard, he then resolved to oppose me, and sent out a body of troops to engage me; a severe contest took place, and many brave men were killed on both sides; but Hussyn kept himself like the stone of a ring safe within his enclosure, and beheld from a distance, his defeat and disgrace; he however continued the battle till night, but as soon as it was dark, he sent me the following letter; “from the day that I bound round my loins the girdle of enmity to thee, I have never enjoyed a moment of happiness, and I am convinced that all opposition to thee will only increase my misfortunes; experience has proved that you are aided by Providence, and that good fortune and prosperity attend you, while calamity and misfortune have seized me by the neck, and drag me towards you, forgive me, and let me quit this country, to go on a pilgrimage to Mecca.” I consented to his request, and wrote to him to send one of his sons, who might enable me to satisfy the minds of all the chiefs of the hordes and tribes that he had injured and disgusted, and that I might exact a promise from them not to injure or molest him. He did send out his eldest son, and I promised the young man, in the presence of all the chiefs, that if Hussyn would come out of the fort, and depart for the sacred territory, I would furnish him with every thing requisite for the journey, and protect him by a guard.