Here Is the Slaying of the Chachnagir and His Two Guards by Avt’handil
THAT youth lay alone in his chamber with angry heart.
Bloody-handed Avt'handil, strong in stature, entered, he
gave him no time to rise, privily he slew him, we could not
have perceived it; he laid hold of him, struck him on the
ground, slew him with a knife.
.HE is a sun lo them that gaze on him, a wild beast and
a terror to those that oppose him. He cut off the finger with
the ring, he hurled him down to the ground; he threw him
from the window towards the sea, he was mingled with the
sands of the sea; for him nowhere is there a tomb, nor spade
to dig his grave.
NOT a sound of their slaughter was heard. The sweet rose
came forth; whereby could he have been so embittered ?
This is a marvel to me, how he could thus steal his blood!
As he had lately come, by the same road went he away.
WHEN the lion, the sun, the sweelly-speaking knight, came
into P'hatman's house, he announced: "I have slain him;
no more will that youth see sunny day; thy slave himself I
have as witness; make him swear an oath in God's name
that I did the deed; behold the finger and the ring, and
I have my knife bloodied.
"NOW tell me of what thou spakest, why thou wert so
furiously enraged. With what did that man threaten thee?
I am in great haste to know it." P'hatman embraced his
legs: "I am not worthy to look on thy face; my wounded
heart is healed; now am I ready to extinguish my fires.
"I AND Usen with our children are now born anew. 0 lion,
how can we magnify thy praises! Since we may boast that
his blood is spilt, I will tell thee all from the beginning;
prepare to listen."