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breezes over the blackened plain.

Then he thought of Asru. Asru must not be left to be rudely thrown into
a grave by infidel hands. There was danger in it, but he must go back.
Kedar was sleeping. He fixed the camels by a charred palm grove, and
went back, with flying feet, through the gloom. The towers of Al Kamus
rose above him, with lights twinkling on the battlements. He wondered if
the prophet were yet alive and what would be the result to Arabia if he
were dead. On, on, through the darkness, until the fatal breach was
reached. It was quite deserted, peopled only by a heap of dead bodies,
from which, in the night time, the superstitious Arabs shrank in horror.
Groping among them, he soon came upon Asru's huge form, which he readily
recognized by its armor. He dragged the precious clay of his friend from
the mass of dead and brought it, with difficulty, outside of the wall;
and there beneath a palm tree, he hollowed out a lonely grave,
loosening the clay with a battle-axe taken from a dead Arab, and
throwing the clods out with his shield. He then cut a wisp of hair from
the dead soldier's long locks, placed it in his bosom, kissed the cold
brow, and uttered a short prayer over the lifeless form. Tenderly he
placed the body in the shallow grave, and covered it with the clay,
then, breathing a last farewell, left Asru forever in this life.

In the meantime Mohammed and one of his followers had begun to eat of
the poisoned mutton. The soldier was ravenous with hunger, and set upon
the tempting roast with eager relish. Mohammed partook of it more
slowly.

Suddenly the soldier threw up his arms, and fell back in a convulsion.
Mohammed started back in consternation. He, too, felt pain, and raised
the cry of "Poison!" The Moslems came rushing in in great alarm.
Antidotes were given him, and he shortly recovered, with but a slight
sensation of burning in his head. The poor soldier was soon stiff in
death.

Mohammed sent for the woman who had brought him the mutton. She came at
once.

"Know you who put the poison in this meat?" he asked.

"It was I," she confessed, boldly.

"And how dared you perpetrate so wicked a scheme?"

"If you were a true prophet," she replied, "you would have known that
the meat was poisoned; if not, it were a favor to Arabia to rid it of
such a despot."

"See then," exclaimed the prophet, "how Allah hath preserved the life of
his apostle! Behold, I forgive you. Return to your tribe, a