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Chinese and Arabian Literature - E. Wilson - The Search For Mecca

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THE ABSIANS AND FAZAREANS 35<br />

when the forty days had expired the horsemen of the two<br />

tribes came in a crowd to the banks of lake ZataHrsud. Next<br />

arrived the archer Ayas, who, turning his back to the lake at<br />

the point where the horses were to start, drew his bow as he<br />

walked toward the north a hundred times, <strong>and</strong> measured out<br />

to the goal the course of a hundred bow-shots. Soon the<br />

horsemen of Ghitfan <strong>and</strong> Dibyan arrived, for they were of the<br />

same territory, <strong>and</strong> because of their friendly relations <strong>and</strong> kinship<br />

were comprised as one tribe under the name of Adnan.<br />

King Cais had begged Antar not to show himself on this occasion,<br />

fearing that his appearance might cause dissension. An-<br />

tar listened to this advice, but was unable to rest quiet in the<br />

tents. <strong>The</strong> interest he felt in Cais, <strong>and</strong> the deep distrust with<br />

which the falseness of the Fazareans—who were always ready<br />

for treason—inspired him, induced him to show himself. Gird-<br />

ing on his sword Dhami, <strong>and</strong> mounting his famous charger,<br />

Abjer, he took with him his brother Shidoub, <strong>and</strong> reached the<br />

spot fixed upon for the race, in order that he might watch over<br />

the safety of King Zoheir's sons. On his arrival he seemed to<br />

excel all that crowd, like a lion clad in coat of mail. He car-<br />

ried his naked sword, <strong>and</strong> his eyes flashed like blazing coals,<br />

As soon as he had reached the middle of the crowd, he cried out<br />

with a loud voice, that struck terror to all hearts : " Hearken,<br />

noble <strong>Arabian</strong> chieftains <strong>and</strong> men of renown assembled here—<br />

all of you know that I was supported <strong>and</strong> favored by King Zoheir,<br />

father of King Cais, that I am a slave bound to him, by<br />

his goodness <strong>and</strong> munificence; that it is he who caused my<br />

parents to acknowledge me, <strong>and</strong> gave me my rank, making me<br />

to be numbered among Arab chiefs. Although he is no longer<br />

living, I wish to show my gratitude to him, <strong>and</strong> bring the kings<br />

of the l<strong>and</strong> int6 subjection to- him, even after his death. He<br />

has left a son, whom his brothers have acknowledged, <strong>and</strong><br />

have set on the throne of his father. This son is Cais, whom<br />

they have thus distinguished, because of his wisdom, rectitude,<br />

<strong>and</strong> noble heart. I am the slave of Cais, <strong>and</strong> am his property ; I<br />

intend to be the supporter of him whom I love, <strong>and</strong> the enemy<br />

of whosoever resists him. It shall never be said, as long as I<br />

live, that I have suffered an enemy to affront him. As to the<br />

conditions of this wager, it is our duty to see them observed.<br />

<strong>The</strong> best thing, accordingly, to do is to let the horses race un-<br />

obstructed, for victory comes from the creator of day <strong>and</strong> night.

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