"O Um Si," he said, "we have come to you. We have married your daughter." "You have married my daughter?" he asked. "Then you have married her sister." They said, "You are not telling us the truth." "I ask you about Abbas, Khedive of Egypt," said Charles Neufeld. "And in the course of..." "He stood by our side," I said, turning to him. "The difference between me and Abbas, Khedive of Egypt, is like the difference between your Caliph and 'Akish." I pointed to the aforementioned slave. "This is true," he said. "Then we learned that you are his uncle. Then they left me and went to the prison. They told him what had happened between me and them. He became angry and ordered the guards to bring me. They dragged me to him after beating me severely. When I stood before him, the guards were about to beat me. I cried for help, but no one helped me. After they had torn my body, they stopped. He said to me, "You infidel! Are you doubting the Mahdi, peace be upon him?" I said, "My lord, What is the proof of that?" He said, "You said to those who were talking to you, 'your Caliph,' and not 'the Mahdi, peace be upon him.' This shows your disbelief. If you deny this, then This word, and Charles Neufeld was martyred. He was brought in a cage similar to the one in which I was brought. Then... He ordered... He said, "Yesterday, you were strong." "I am not strong." As for me, my chains and shackles were doubled, and my hands were tied to my neck. He ordered that I be placed in the room prepared for those who are to be killed, which is where the two judges, Ahmed bin Ali, and Hussein bin Al-Zahra, whom I have already mentioned, were executed. The prison governor was ordered to go to the house of Al-Ta'ayshi to issue an order for my execution. If he informed him of the story, he would order my execution. He said, "I will not execute him."