Among
those carrying soil to the
city ditch to build an earthwork
for the assault, was a certain
woman who was working hard
and diligently to further
the task. Without stopping
she went tirelessly to and
fro, encouraging the others,
until finally her zeal brought
an end to life and work
simultaneously. A great
crowd of all ages and both
sexes was bustling about
trying to complete the task
as soon as possible; this
woman was hurrying to deposit
her load when a Turk, lying
in ambush, struck her a
fatal blow with a javelin.
She fell to the ground and
lay writhing in agony. With
what breath she had left
she spoke to her husband
and others who had hastened
over when they heard her
groans.
'My
love,' she said, tearfully
but urgently, 'my dear
lord, I beg and beseech
you by our sacred marriage
vows and by the love we
have shared, don't let
my body - for I shall
soon be dead - be moved
from this spot. I can
do no more for the work
alive, but if my corpse
has a share in it I shall
feel I have made some
contribution. Let it lie
in the ditch in place
of a load of earth - it
will soon turn to earth,
anyway.' She earnestly
begged the crowd around
her to make sure that
this was done, and not
long afterwards breathed
her last.
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