The wife of Aban, who had followed him to the holy war, embraced her expiring husband.

"Happy," said she, "happy art thou, my dear: thou art gone to they Lord, who first joined us together, and then parted us asunder.

I will revenge thy death, and endeavor to the utmost of my power to come to the place where thou art, because I love thee.

Henceforth shall no man ever touch me more, for I have dedicated myself to the service of God." Without a groan, without a tear, she washed the corpse of her husband, and buried him with the usual rites.

Then grasping the manly weapons, which in her native land she was accustomed to wield, the intrepid widow of Aban sought the place where his murderer fought in the thickest of the battle.