The Sultanate was forced to continue due to the lack of anyone to master it there, not his son Sultan Muhammad Fadl. This happened several nights before the end of Rajab al-Fard. The people of the caravan mourned the death of their Sultan and feared the outbreak of chaos in their homelands, as our Sultan was just, generous, a lover of knowledge and its people, and an enemy of ignorance and its followers. We will speak of his justice and judgments later, God willing. Then we traveled from there. We traveled for five days and on the sixth day we reached Bi'r al-Zaghawi, which is Bi'r al-Nazrun. The distance between it and Darfur is ten full days. We stayed there for eleven days, attending to our affairs and resting, and our camels were seen to be strengthened for the difficult journey through this desert. During our stay, a free woman arrived and distributed gifts to the people of the caravan. We met with Bedouin Arabs from Darfur there, and they brought camel milk. We heard from them what we needed. They had come to this well, and I took salt and natron from it for Darfur, as natron and most salt are brought to it only from there. Before we arrived at al-Zaghawi, the people of our caravan had sent messengers to Darfur with the approval of the state and its people, informing them of our arrival and that we had returned safely. I had also written a letter to my father with them, the text of which was: "To my esteemed father, the dearest of people to me..."