“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 stood about him, all the tribe praising Gharib and saying, “O our Emir, but for Gharib, not one of the tribe had been saved!” And Mardas again thanked him.—­And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,

      When it was the Six Hundred and Twenty-sixth Night,

She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Mardas, hearing the tribesmen’s praises of Gharib, again thanked him for his derring-do.  But the youth, when he had delivered Mahdiyah from Al-Hamal whom he slew, was smitten by the shaft of her glances and fell into the nets of her allurements, wherefore his heart could not forget her and he became drowned in love and longing and the sweets of sleep forsook him and he had no joy of drink or meat.  He would spur his horse up to the mountain tops, where he would spend the day in composing verses and return at nightfall; and indeed manifest upon him were the signs of affection and distraction.  He discovered his secret to one of his companions and it became noised abroad in the camp, till it reached the ears of Mardas, who thundered and lightened and rose up and sat down and sparked and snorted and reviled the sun and the moon, saying, “This is the reward of him who reareth the sons of adultery!  But except I kill Gharib, I shall be put to shame.’’[FN#324] Then he consulted one of the wise men of his tribe and after telling his secret took counsel with him of killing the youth.  Quoth the elder, “O Emir, ’twas but yesterday that he freed thy daughter from captivity.  If there be no help for it but thou must slay him, let it be by the hand of another than thyself, so none of the folk may misdoubt of thee.”  Quoth Mardas, “Advise me how I may do him die, for I look to none but to thee for his death.”  “O Emir,” answered the other, “wait till he go forth to hunt and chase, when do thou take an hundred horse and lie in wait for him in some cave till he pass; then fall upon him unawares and cut him in pieces, so shalt thou be quit of his reproach.”  Said Mardas, “This should serve me well;” and chose out an hundred and fifty of his furious knights and Amalekites[FN#325] whom he lessoned to