Shama dragged his body also on one side.  They again waited quietly for a time, when Sudun said, “It seems as if hunters are watching our slaves, and are killing them one after another.”  A third then hastened out, and Wakhs El Fellat struck him such a blow that he fell dead to the ground, and Shama dragged him also away.  But as he likewise remained absent so long, Sudun himself stood up and all the others with him, and he said, “Did I not warn and caution you?  There is a singing in my ears, and my heart trembles, for there must be people here who are watching our men.”  He himself now came out, and the others followed him with lights and holding their hands on their swords, when one of the foremost suddenly stopped.  “Why do you not advance!” cried the others.  “How shall I go forward,” said he, “when he who has slain our friends stands before us.”  This answer was repeated to Sudun when he called on them in a voice of thunder to advance.  When he heard this, he forced his way through them till he perceived Wakhs El Fellat.  “Who are you, Satan?” cried he, “and who brought you here?” “I came here,” replied he, “to cut off your head, and destroy your memory.”  “Have you any blood-feud against me?” asked Sudun, “or any offence to revenge upon me?” “I have no enmity against you in my heart,” said Wakhs El Fellat, “and you have never injured me; but I have asked Shama in marriage of her father, and he has demanded of me your head as a condition.  Be on your guard, that you may not say I acted foully towards you.”  “Madman,” cried Sudun, “I challenge you to a duel.  Will you fight inside or outside the fortress?” “I leave that to you,” returned Wakhs El Fellat.  “Well, then, await me here,” was the reply.  Sudun then went in, clothed himself in gilded armour, girt on a saw-like sword, and came out holding a shining club in his hand.  He was so enraged that he knew not what to say, and at once attacked Wakhs El Fellat, who threw himself on his adversary like a raging lion, and they fought together like hungry wolves; but both despaired of victory.  The swords spake a hard language on the shields, and each of the combatants wished that he had never been born.  When this desperate fight had lasted a long time, Shama was greatly troubled lest Sudun should prove victorious.  So she seized a dagger and struck at Sudun, wounding the nerves of his hand, so that he dropped his sword, while she exclaimed to Wakhs El Fellat, “Make an end of him.”  “No,” replied Wakhs El Fellat, “I will make him my prisoner, for he is a brave and valiant man.”  “With whom are you speaking?” asked Sudun.  “With Shama,” answered he.  “What,” said Sudun, “did she come with you?” “Yes,” replied he.  “Then let her come before me.”  She came forward, and Sudun said, “Is the world too narrow for your father that he could demand nothing as your dowry but my head?” “This was his desire,” answered she.  Wakhs El Fellat then said, “Take your sword and defend yourself, for I will not fight with you, now that it has fallen