st of clouds
of dust and streaming scarfs.
The combat was long, and at one time the party of Mohammed seemed to
waver. The prophet rushed out, threw a handful of dust into the air and
exclaimed:
"May confusion light upon their faces! Charge, ye faithful! charge for
Allah and his prophet!"
Nothing could withstand the wild dash made by his men. Filled with the
passion of enthusiasm, the zeal of fanatics, and the confidence of
success, they bore down like madmen. The Koreish, many of whom were
fearful of enchantment by the prophet, were seized with sudden panic. In
vain Abu Jahl tried to rally them. He was torn from his horse by a
savage Moslem, and his head severed from his body. His troops fled in
terror, leaving seventy men dead on the field and seventy prisoners.
The bodies and prisoners were robbed, and the spoil divided. Mohammed,
in order to avert dispute over the booty, very conveniently had a
revelation at the time.--"Know that whenever ye gain any spoil, a fifth
part thereof belongeth unto God, and to the apostle, and to his kindred,
and the orphans, and the poor, and the traveler."
Upon this occasion he claimed a considerable amount of silver, and a
sword, Dhu'l Fakar (or the Piercer), which he carried in every
subsequent battle.
During the battle, Yusuf, the priest, had fought bravely. Mounted on a
magnificent horse, his commanding figure had marked him out as an object
worthy of attack. Accordingly he was ever in the thickest of the fight.
With cool and calm determination his blows fell, until suddenly an event
occurred which completely unmanned him, and gave his enemies the
advantage.
Among the opponents who singled him out for attack was a youth mounted
on a horse of equal power and agility. The youth was rather slight, but
his skill in thrusting and in averting strokes, and his evidence of
practice in every exercise of the lance, rendered him a fitting
adversary for the priest with his superior strength.
For some time their combat had gone on single-handed, when the youth's
head-dress falling off revealed a face strikingly familiar to Yusuf. It
was Manasseh's own face, pale, and with clots of blood upon it!
The priest was horror-stricken. He forbore to thrust, and the youth,
seizing the opportunity, made a quick lunge, piercing the priest's
shoulder, and felling him to the ground. A new opponent came and engaged
the youth's attention; the panic fell, and the priest, seeing that it
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