Nevertheless Kahrdash refused and would not contend with her，and he ceased not to abstain from her thus，till he met from Kanmakan that which hath been set down.Now he took the Prince for his beloved Fatin and was afraid； albeit indeed she loved him for what she had heard of his beauty and velour； so he went up to him and said，'Woe to thee，[101] O Fatin！ Thou comest here to show me thy prowess； but now alight from thy steed，that I may talk with thee，for I have lifted these cattle and have foiled my friends and waylaid many a brave and man of knightly race，all for the sake of thy beauty of form and face，which are without peer.So marry me now，that Kings' daughters may serve thee and thou shalt become Queen of these countries.'When Kanmakan heard these words，the fires of wrath flamed up in him and he cried out，'Woe to thee，O Persian dog！ Leave Fatin and thy trust and mistrust，and come to cut and thrust，for eftsoon thou shalt lie in the dust；'and so saying，he began to wheel about him and assail him and feel the way to prevail.But when Kahrdash observed him closely he knew him for a doughty knight and a stalwart in fight； and the error of his thought became manifest to him，whenas he saw the green down on his cheeks dispread like myrtles springing from the heart of a rose brightred.And he feared his onslaught and quoth he to those with him，'Woe to you！
Let one of you charge down upon him and show him the keen sword and the quivering spear； for know that when many do battle with one man it is foul shame，even though he be a kemperly wight and an invincible knight.'Upon this，there ran at Kanmakan a horseman like a lion in fight，mounted on a black horse with hoofs snowwhite and a star on his forehead，the bigness of a dirham，astounding wit and sight，as he were Abjar，which was Antar's destrier，even as saith of him the poet，'The courser chargeth on battling foe，Mixing heaven on high with the earth down low：[102]As though the Morning had blazed his brow，And he rends her vitals as quid pro quo.'