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him joy of his victory over Sherkan. Then he went up into Constantinople and sat down upon his throne; and King Herdoub came to him and said, “May the Messiah strengthen thine arm and cease never to be thy helper and hearken to the prayers of my pious mother on thy behalf! Know that the Muslims can make no stand, now they have lost Sherkan.” “To-morrow,” replied Afridoun, “shall end the war, for I will seek out Zoulmekan and slay him, and their army shall turn tail and take to flight.”
Meanwhile, Zoulmekan returned to his tent thinking of nothing but his brother, and going in to the latter’s pavilion, found him in evil plight; whereat he was sore troubled and sent for the Vizier Dendan and the Amirs Behram and Rustem, that he might take counsel with them. When they entered, they were all of accord to summon the physicians to treat Sherkan, and they wept and said, “The age will not lightly afford his like!” They watched by him all that night, and towards morning there came to them the pretended recluse, weeping. When Zoulmekan saw her, he rose to receive her; and she stroked Sherkan’s wound with her hand, chanting somewhat of the Koran and repeating some of the signs of the Compassionate One. Then she kept watch over him till the day, when he came to himself and opening his eyes, moved his tongue in his mouth and spoke. At this Zoulmekan rejoiced, saying, “Verily the blessing of the holy man hath taken effect on him!” And Sherkan said, “Praised be God for recovery; indeed, I am well now. Yonder accursed one played me false, and but that I swerved aside quicklier than lightning, the javelin had pierced me through and through. So praised be God for my safety! How is it with the Muslims?” “They weep for thee,” answered Zoulmekan. Quoth Sherkan, “I am well and in good case; but where is the holy man?” Now she was sitting by him and said, “At thy head.” So he turned to her
