Take
H'ab Sliman, perhaps he will have an expedient. Make him sleep at your
house." H'ab Sliman said to them, "Give me a sickle." Someone said to him:
"We who are strong have cut all day without being able to accomplish it,
and do you think you will be capable of it? Let us see if you will find a
new way to do it."
At the moment when he gave the first blow a voice said to him:
"Take care of me, O my brother!"
The voice wept, the child began to weep, and it rained. H'ab Sliman
recognized his sister.
"Laugh," he said. She laughed and the sun shone, and the people got dried.
"Comb yourself," and legs of mutton fell. All those who were present
regaled themselves on them. "Walk," and roses fell. "But what is the matter
with you, my sister?"
"What has happened to me."
"What revenge does your heart desire?"
"Attach the daughter of my stepmother to the tail of a horse that she may
be dragged in the bushes."
When the young girl was dead, they took her to the house, cooked her, and
sent her to her mother and sister.
"O my mother," cried the latter, "this eye is that of my sister Aftelis.
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