" It strikes the _chechias_ that fly above his head. At his
turn the Soufi prepares himself and says:
"Stand up straight now, as I did for thee." He fires, and hits him on the
forehead. His enemy dead, he flies at him and cuts his throat.
He then goes to the camel, cuts some meat, and says to the woman: "Go, find
me some wood, I want to cook and eat."
"I will not go," she says. He approaches, threatening her, and strikes her.
She gets up then and brings him some wood. He cooks the meat and eats his
fill. He thinks then of killing the woman, but he fears that the people of
his tribe will say, "Thou didst not bring her back." So he takes her on the
camel and starts homeward. His cousins are pasturing their flocks on a
hill. When he had nearly arrived a dust arose. He draws near, and they see
that it is he. His brother speaks, "What have they done to thee?"
He answers, "The daughter of my uncle did all this."
Then they killed the woman and cut her flesh in strips and threw it on a
jujube-tree. And the jackals and birds of prey came and passed the whole
day eating it, until there was none left.
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