Rabi' ordered them to make a king from among them, to whom they would return their affairs, and that they should rule over them. 'Amaluq, the king, took the tribe of A'wan and Hawa Bashir, and he did not cease to take the Jundays of the Anaziyyah and to oppress them, increasing the injustice until it reached Hazilah bint Mazin al-Jad. The reason for this was that she was married to her cousin, and she had a son from him, her firstborn. When the boy reached weaning, he wanted to take him. She brought a lawsuit against him to King 'Amaluq. When she appeared before him, she said, "May God grant the king long life. This child I carried for nine months, gave birth to him with difficulty, nursed him for two years, and I have not been separated from him. When his limbs strengthened and it was time for him to be weaned, he wanted to take him and do as he pleased, leaving me with his father." The man said to the king, "I took the child from her, but she did not reach her full term." The king said, "What is the matter?" The man said, "He is my son." The king sold the man for a price and gave the woman ten times its value. The woman took her son and gave the man five times its value. The child was recovered, and the scholars agreed on this. And Hazilah did not ask... We have come to you, obeying your command, to judge between us. Hazilah said, "By my life, if I were to judge, I would not judge like this." The judge said, "I will not judge unjustly." He regretted it and did not proceed. He reconciled the husband with the wife, and the dowry was paid. When 'Amaluq heard of this, he sent her gifts to increase her dowry. She used to claim that she was a virgin, and she was brought before him. She claimed that he was her husband, and he denied it. He ordered her to return to her husband. She said, "Am I not your wife?" He said, "Yes, King 'Amaluq." To reassure him, she took off her clothes and went out to her people, who were waiting at the king's palace, asking, "Are you going to have a feast or not?" They thought she was going to the feast. When she came out to them in her clothes, her thighs stained with blood, she recited: "No one who prostrates himself like this hastens to offer sacrifices. This people is satisfied with this. The guidance has been given, and the month has begun. I have taken the provisions for the bride. What has happened to the bride, and why is this on her?" When she settled in the house, she recited a short poem to them: "I have come to your thresholds. You are men who count the enemy. Sa'ada walks, covered in blood. Seven times I have married a bride. To a husband who came. You were not angry with her. And our women will be wet from the full moon. And here is a doctor for you."