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Unarmed—unknowing where to fly, Each half intoxicated slave Sank horror stricken from the blaze Of Juffeir Khan's indignant gaze! Deeming the rebel recreant crew Too worthless for his righteous sword, Upon his brother's throat he flew, And dragged him from the guilty board— Beneath the stern avenger's grasp Meer Asiph for an instant quailed, But struggling in the deadly clasp His giant strength at length prevailed; His powerful hands were disengaged, And equally the combat raged. In dumb suspense the vassals viewed The progress of the mortal feud; Still in each other's fierce embrace Across the wide and slippery hall, Without a moment's breathing space They reached the fort's surrounding wall.