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‘Methinks we were better prove it; so, if it be good, we shall know its worth, and if it be ill, we shall know that.’ And they said, ‘Try it on this dead man, for he is fresh.’ So the captain took the sword and drawing it, poised it and brandished it; but, when Er Razi saw this, he made sure of death and said in himself, ‘I have borne the washing and the boiling water and the pricking with the knife and the grave and its straitness and all this [beating], trusting in God that I might be delivered from death, and [hitherto] I have been delivered; but, as for the sword, I may not brook that, for but one stroke of it, and I am a dead man.’
So saying, he sprang to his feet and catching up the thigh-bone of one of the dead, cried out at the top of his voice, saying, ‘O ye dead, take them!’ And he smote one of them, whilst his comrade [El Merouzi] smote another and they cried out at them and buffeted them on the napes of their necks; whereupon the thieves left that which was with them of plunder and fled; and indeed their wits forsook them [for terror] and they stayed not in their flight till they came forth of the Magians’ burial-ground and left it a parasang’s length behind them, when they halted, trembling and affrighted for the soreness of that which had betided them of fear and amazement at the dead.
As for Er Razi and El Merouzi, they made peace with each other and sat down to share the booty. Quoth El Merouzi, ‘I will not give thee a dirhem of this money, till thou pay me my due of the money that is in thy house.’ And Er Razi said ‘I will not do it, nor will I
