As soon as the sultan discovered them, he also drew up his forces, and ranged them in order of battle.  The signal was given and he attacked them with extraordinary vigour; nor was the opposition inferior.  Much blood was shed on both sides, and the victory remained long dubious; but at length it seemed to incline to the sultan of Harran’s enemies, who, being more numerous, were upon the point of surrounding him, when a great body of cavalry appeared on the plain, and approached the two armies.  The sight of this fresh party daunted both sides, neither knowing what to think of them:  but their doubts were soon cleared; for they fell upon the flank of the sultan of Harran’s enemies with such a furious charge, that they soon broke and routed them.  Nor did they stop here; they pursued them, and cut most of them in pieces.

The sultan of Harran, who had attentively observed all that passed, admired the bravery of this strange body of cavalry, whose unexpected arrival had given the victory to his army.  But, above all, he was charmed with their chief, whom he had seen fighting with a more than ordinary valour.  He longed to know the name of the generous hero.  Impatient to see and thank him, he advanced towards him, but perceived he was coming to prevent him.  The two princes drew near, and the sultan of Harran discovering Codadad in the brave warrior who had just assisted him, or rather defeated his enemies, became motionless with joy and surprise.  “Father,” said Codadad to him, “you have sufficient cause to be astonished at the sudden appearance before your majesty of a man, whom perhaps you concluded to be dead.  I should have been so had not heaven preserved me still to serve you against your enemies.”  “O my son!” cried the sultan, “is it possible that you are restored to me?  Alas!  I despaired of seeing you more.”  So saying he stretched out his arms to the young prince, who flew to such a tender embrace.

“I know all, my son,” said the sultan again, after having long held him in his arms.  “I know what return your brothers have made you for delivering them out of the hands of the black; but you shall be revenged to-morrow.  Let us now go to the palace where your mother, who has shed so many tears on your account, expects me to rejoice with us for the defeat of our enemies.  What a joy will it be to her to be informed, that my victory is your work!” “Sir,” said Codadad, “give me leave to ask how you could know the adventure of the castle?  Have any of my brothers, repenting, owned it to you?” “No,” answered the sultan; “the princess of Deryabar has given us an account of every thing, for she is in my palace and came thither to demand justice against your brothers.”  Codadad was transported with joy, to learn that the princess his wife was at the court.  “Let us go, sir,” cried he to his father in rapture, “let us go to my mother, who waits for us.  I am impatient to dry up her tears, as well as those of the princess of Deryabar.”