Not far from either of the two tribes, there was an oasis which neither Shaddad nor Mohab reached. Rammah Ibn Qais, the crown prince of the Bani Al-Najm tribe, however, arrived there. He was an agile young man, with narrow eyes further defined with black eyeliner. The prince made sure to take care of himself, but he suffered from a skinny body, and that earned him the advantage of speed in running. He was the youngest of his brothers, the smartest and the bloodiest of them, so he won the mandate of the tribe.

When he saw the features of the oasis from afar, he jumped from his horse and ran ahead of the soldiers toward it, and, when he reached it, he enjoyed the sight of fruit baring palms and the trickle of the little, blue lake.

In that moment, he forgot all his fatigue and smiled. “Finally, we found the oasis, and no one will fight us.”

He turned to one of his soldiers and asked him, “how do you think this oasis will suffice us?”

The soldier replied, “it will suffice us for many months, sir. Do I go to tell the tribe to come?”

“Do it, and I will stay here for protection. I have a feeling that someone will come.”

A while after the soldier left Rammah filled his palms with cold water from the lake and moistened his mouth until he was fully saturated. His stomach weighed, and he turned around looking for the longest palm in the oasis, then he threw his tired body under its shadow and surrendered to sleep, but the sound of a strange neigh disturbed him and forbidden the pleasure of relaxation. He jumped from his place to see dust from afar. Running out, he saw thar it was Shaddad with his men.

Shaddad's voice travelled on the hot air, addressing his men ecstatically.

“Look what we have here – the beautiful oasis – and Rammah Ibn Qais.”

Rammah's men surrounded the prince to protect him, so he shouted angrily, “this is not your place, Shaddad. Search for another oasis, we have preceded you and within two days our tribe will come!”

Shaddad Smiled cunningly, “Oh, really? You are afraid of the fight, you skinny! How many times have we fought and fought over oases and wells? Sometimes we beat you and sometimes you overcome us! Eligibility is not for the one who arrived first, but for the most powerful!”

“Okay, Shaddad let's fight, but with integrity, and the loser is the one who surrenders or who gets seriously injured.”

Shaddad laughed, “agreed.”

And from the intensity of his ecstasy, he jumped from his horse, pulled his sword from its sheath and raised it high.