34  The master of the house came to the middle of the circle of men waving his sword over his head, and switching it from hand to hand.  "Well, come on, bitch!"  he cried.  "I see you've still got that black toy with you.  Too bad he's no good to you any more!  How was he so much better than my son?"
35  "He is a man of honor!" Khalia answered, "something you could never understand!"  she attacked fiercely, and for what seemed forever, the two exchanged blows.  First the master of the house nicked Khalia's leg and then she nicked his.  Then, he cut her arm, and moments later, she cut his!  Then, he nicked her left breast.
36 "Tell me, whore," the man panted, "what did my grandson do? My son and I were the evil doers. Why did he have to die? You did not have to cut my son's throat! His mind was already gone. You did him a favor by ending his life But why my grandson?"
37 Khalia panted and answered "You stupid fool! Your son had been too drunk to do anything with me for two weeks when I conceived! It was not his son I threw in his lap, bloodied and bashed, it was your son, the child came from your loins and I would permit nothing so evil to live. Now, you have no heirs. Your estate will be given to strangers. You stupid fool!"
38  The man screamed with a great rage and came at her again, but she leaped aside and he stumbled, going to his knees.  He tried to right himself, but it was too late.  Khalia's sword came down with terrible force across the back of his neck, and cut clean through!  His head flew away, his blood gushed from his severed neck.  His body fell backwards. Khalia walked over to the severed head, looked down into its open eyes, and spat!  Then she walked back to the others.
39  "Thank you!" she snapped, "My father is avenged!"
40  Muhammed called the physician who was always with him, and he led the woman away to tend her wounds.  And they journeyed on towards Medina.