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She was pursued by a Dragon[FN#324] who was not longer than two

lances, and of slender build about the bulk of a spear and,

although her terror lent her speed, and she kept wriggling from

side to side, he overtook her and seized her by the tail, whereat

her tears streamed down and her tongue was thrust out in her

agony. I took pity on her and, picking up a stone and calling

upon Allah for aid, threw it at the Dragon's head with such force

that he died then and there; and the serpent opening a pair of

wings flew into the lift and disappeared from before my eyes. I

sat down marvelling over that adventure, but I was weary and,

drowsiness overcoming me, I slept where I was for a while. When I

awoke I found a jet black damsel sitting at my feet shampooing

them; and by her side stood two black bitches (my sisters, O

Commander of the Faithful!).