Their reign was established. When he learned of his brother's murder, he said to those around him, "I have grown weary of life. Tomorrow, do not fight. Instead, enter the fray yourselves when the news spreads." So, all the distant armies marched. He was with his son in Fares, reaching a number slightly more than a thousand. When morning came, the drums of war sounded. The Sultan's retinue mounted, and he too mounted with his men. They brought him into the battle, and the fighting intensified. The lion plunged into the Sultan's retinue, clearing the ranks until no one stood between him and the Sultan. Had he wished to kill him, he could have, but he remembered his father's kindness and restrained his hand. He stood before him and said, "O son of a harlot, do you listen to what people say, and this is my reward with you?" The Sultan feared for his life from him and wanted to flee. He cried out, "He has come to kill me!" The people surrounded him from all sides, encircling him like a ring in the morning. He found no helper but his sword. He fought with all his might, killing several heroes and sustaining non-fatal wounds, which he ignored. They feared that someone from his retinue might reach him and rescue him from their hands, even though his entire retinue had dispersed and he was left alone among them. They then began to call them "five o'clock" until they moved away from him.