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 Now, Heaven forbid that I, in reckless mood, Should give my valiant legions to destruction, And look unpitying on! No, I advance, Whoever may oppose me; and if thou Requirest aid, select thy friend, and come, For I need none, save God, in battle--none." And Rustem said the same, for he required  No human refuge, no support but Heaven.

The battle rose, and numerous javelins whizzed Along the air, and helm and mail were bruised; Spear fractured spear, and then with shining swords The strife went on, till, trenched with many a wound, They, too, snapped short. The battle-axe was next Wielded, in furious wrath; each bending forward Struck brain-bewildering blows; each tried in vain To hurl the other from his fiery horse. Wearied, at length, they stood apart to breathe Their charges panting from excessive toil, Covered with foam and blood, and the strong armor, Of steed and rider rent. The combatants Thus paused, in mutual consternation lost.

In the meantime Zúára, impatient at this delay, advanced towards the Iránians, and reproached them for their cowardice so severely, that Núsháwer, the younger son of Isfendiyár, felt ashamed, and immediately challenged the bravest of the enemy to fight. Alwaí, one of Rustem's followers, came boldly forward, but his efforts only terminated in his discomfiture and death. After him came Zúára himself:--

Who galloped to the charge incensed, and, high Lifting his iron mace, upon the head Of bold Núsháwer struck a furious blow, Which drove him from his steed a lifeless corse. Seeing their gallant leader thus overthrown, The troops in terror fled, and in their flight Thousands were slain, among them brave Mehrnús, Another kinsman of Isfendiyár.

Bahman, observing the defeat and confusion of the Iránians, went immediately to his father, and told him that two of his own family were killed by the warriors of Zábul, who had also attacked him and put his troops to the rout with great slaughter. Isfendiyár was extremely irritated at this intelligence, and called aloud to Rustem: "Is treachery like this becoming in a warrior?" The champion being deeply concerned, shook like a branch, and swore by the head and life of the