"Nor did he," replied Fejjuan.
"Tell me what you know of this thing."
"And you will not tell another who told you?" he asked. "It would go hard with me if one I am thinking of knew that I had seen what I did see."
"I swear by Allah that I wilt not betray you, Fejjuan," cried the girl. "Tell me, what didst thou see?"
"I did not see who fired the shot at thy father, Ateja," replied the black, "but something else I saw before the shot was fired."
"Yes, what was it?"
"I saw Fahd creep into the beyt of Zeyd and come out again bearing Zeyd's matchlock. That I saw."
"I knew it! I knew it!" cried the girl.
"But Ibn Jad will not believe if you tell him."
"I know; but now that I am convinced perhaps I shall find a way to have Fahd's blood for the blood of Zeyd," cried the girl, bitterly.