ابادول

In a spot from the spots of the Kingdom of Eloquence, and where the thick fog envelops everything and mysterious illusions appear, as if the knights of the bygone ages are passing through it, stood the grandson of "Abadoul" the eldest, and his heart was trembling within his ribs, and tears still clung to his eyelids. The voice of the venerable sheikh pierced his ears as he said in a voice full of sadness: "Extend your hand, O "Anas", there must be an oath, this is a very serious matter! Please repeat after me the oath of the warriors." "Anas" nodded and blinked silently, his heart pounding, and he prepared to repeat that oath which his grandfather had previously recited to be a vow he would adhere to forever. He moistened his lips and repeated after him: "I swear by the Lord of Lords not to reveal the secret of the "City of Rabaab".