Then quoth to them the ancient one，the Lady of Calamities，'In very sooth nought shall profit you，except ye draw you nigh unto the Messiah and put your trust in the True Belief，for，by the virtue of the Messiah，the whole strength of the Moslem host lieth in that Satan，King Sharrkan.''Tomorrow，'said King Afridun，'I have resolved to draw up in battle array and to send out against them that redoubtable cavalier，Luka bin Shamlut；for if King Sharrkan come forth as a champion to fight single handed，our man will slay him and will slay the other Moslem Knights，till not one is left.And I purpose this night to sacre you all with the Holy Incense.'When the Emirs heard these words they kissed the ground before him.Now the incense which he designated was the excrement of the Chief Patriarch，the denier，the defiler of the Truth，and they sought for it with such instance，and they so highly valued it that the high priests of the Greeks used to send it to all the countries of the Christians in silken wraps after mixing it with musk and ambergris.Hearing of it Kings would pay a thousand gold pieces for every dram and they sent for and sought it to fumigate brides withal；and the Chief Priests and the great Kings were wont to use a little of it as collyrium for the eyes and as a remedy in sickness and colic；and the Patriarchs used to mix their own skite[390] with it，for that the skite of the Chief Patriarch could not suffice for ten countries.[391] So，as soon as dawn was seen and the morning shone with its shine and sheen，the horsemen ran to their spears full keen，and King Afridun，--And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the Ninetieth Night，She said，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，as soon as dawn was seen and the morning shone with its shine and sheen，the horsemen ran to their spears full keen and King Afridun summoned his chief Knights and Nobles and invested them with dresses of honour；and，drawing the sign of the cross on their brows，incensed them with the incense which as aforesaid was the skite of the Chief Patriarch，the Cohen，the Heresiarch.This incensing done，he called for Luka bin Shamlut，surnamed the Sword of the Messiah；and，after fumigating him and rubbing his palate with the Holy Merde，caused him to snuff it and smeared his cheeks and anointed his moustaches with the rest.Now there was no stouter champion in the land of Roum than this accursed Luka，nor any better at bending of bow or sway of sword or lunge with lance on the day of devoir；but he was foul of favour，for his face was as the face of an ass，his shape that of an ape and his look as the look of a malignant snake：his presence was grievouser than parting from the beloved make；and blacker than night was his blackness and more fetid than the lion was his breath for foulness；more crooked than a bow was his crookedness and grimmer than the leopard was his ugliness，and he was branded with the mark of the Infidels on face.[392] After this he came up to King Afridun and kissed his feet and stood before him；and the King said to him，'I desire thou go out against Sharrkan，King of Damascus，son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman，and deliver us from this affliction.'Quoth Luka，'Hearkening and obedience；'and the King made the sign of the cross on his forehead and felt assured of help from Heaven being near hand.Then Luka went out from the presence and the accursed one mounted a sorrel horse；he was clad in a red robe and a hauberk of gold set with jewels，and he bore a trident spear，as he were Iblis the damned on the day of drewing out his hosts war to darraign.Then he rode forward，he and his horde of Infidels，even as though they were driving to the Fire，preceded by a herald，crying aloud in the Arabic tongue and saying，'Ho，sect of Mohammed （upon whom be salutation and salvation！），let none of you come out but your champion Sharrkan，the Sword of Al-Islam，Lord of Damascus in Sham[393]！'Nor had he made an end of speaking，when arose a tumult in the plain；all the people heard the strain and the whole moving bodies of the armies twain called to mind the Day of Complain.Then the cowards trembled and all necks turned towards the sound，and lo！
it was King Sharrkan，son of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman.For when his brother，Zau al-Makan，saw that accursed one push out on the plain，and heard the pursuivant，he turned to Sharrkan and said to him，'Of a surety they seek for thee.'Said he，'Should it so be，'twere most pleasing to me.'So when they made sure of the matter and heard the herald crying in the plain，'Let none of you come out against me save Sharrkan，'they knew this cursed Luka to be champion of the land of Roum who had sworn to sweep the earth clean of Moslems.Now he was one of the greatest of villains，a wretch who caused hearts to pain；and the DayIamites，Turks and Kurds dreaded his might and main.Presently Sharrkan crave at him like a lion angry grim，mounted on a courser like a wild gazelle flying snell and slim；and coming nigh to him made the spear he hent to shake as it were a darting snake，and recited these couplets，'I have a sorrel steed，whose pride is fain to bear the rein，Shall give thee what thou likest not and make thee feel his main：
I have a handy limber spear full bright and keen of point，Upon whose shaft the dam of Death her throny seat hath ta'en：
I have a trenchant glaive of Hind；and，when I bare its face Of scabbard'veil，from out its brow the rays of levee rain.'
Luka understood not the sense of his speech nor did he apprehend the vehemence of the verse；but he smote his forehead with his hand，in honour of the Cross drawn thereon and kissed it；then he couched his throw spear and ran at Sharrkan.But first he tossed the javelin with one hand in air to such height that it was lost to the spectators'sight；and，catching it with the other hand as do the jugglers，hurled it at Sharrkan.It flew from his grasp like a shooting star and folk clamoured and feared for Sharrkan；but，as the spear flew near him，he put out his hand and caught it in full flight to the amazement of all who saw the sight.