"I am he who is known on the day of fight, * And the Jinn of earth at my shade take fright: And a sword have I when my right hand wields, * Death hastens from left on mankind to alight; I have eke a lance and who look thereon * See a crescent head of the liveliest light.[FN#323] And Gharib I'm highs of my tribe the brave * And if few my men I feel naught affright."
Hardly had Gharib made an end of these verses when up came Mardas who, seeing the slain and the vultures, was sore troubled and with fluttering heart asked the cause. The youth, after due greetings, related all that had befallen the tribe in his step- sire's absence. So Mardas thanked him and said, "Thou hast well requited our fosterage-pains in rearing thee, O Gharib!"; then he alighted and entered his pavilion, and the men st
