And in their jealousy and greed they doomed many of their brothers and denied them Paradise.  For when they attacked The Children Of Israel and went before Muhammed expecting praise, they were cast out, into The Place Of Torment, and many ceased, forever..
20  Now, Muhammed had rested but a day, when Northern Star appeared in his tent.  "Muhammed!" he cried, "Be up and about your camp!  Your honor has been betrayed!  Evil is being done.  Go and put an end to it before you are forever shamed!"
21  Startled, Muhammed climbed to his feet, those around him giving a cry.  His Physician came forward, and told him to lay back down. but Muhammed said "No, something is amiss!"  and left his tent, and began to walk through the camp.
22 Suddenly a young girl ran up to him holding together her dress, which was half ripped open. A man pursued her. The girl cried "Help me! Help me!"
23 Muhammed held her to him. The man approached, obviously intoxicated. "She's mine!" he cried. "I've claimed her as a prize of battle. Give her to me!"
24 "She's far too young!" Muhammed answered.
25 "Old enough for me!" the man snapped. "And the Captain and the Lieutenants have even younger that are already crying and screaming!"
26 "Lead me to this Captain!" Muhammed cried.
27 The man led him to the tent of the young Median nobles who was fighting with him. When Muhammed entered, he found the men on young girls. There was blood everywhere! "Get them off them!" Muhammed cried. "Physician, examine them!"
28 The Physician did so, and rose, shaking his head. "They are all way too young," he remarked. "They have ripped them open! They are bleeding to death! There is nothing I can do."
29 "Take them outside," Muhammed cried, "those who still have their robes on, strip them!"
30 "Release us!" the young noble screamed, "You have no right! These are the prizes of war! We have a right to them!"
31 "I ordered," Muhammed screamed back, "that the Meccan camp be left alone! That they be allowed to spend the day and withdraw in peace. Were there none to defend these children?"
32 The noble laughed. "Their mothers and brothers tried," he boasted, "but our swords made quick work of them. Fool! You cannot do without my father's soldiers, without my city's soldiers! Harm us, and they will all desert you. We are all of noble houses. You can do nothing to us! If you are displeased with our service, send us home, but unhand us!"
33 Muhammed's rage was a burning fire. "Take them out!" he ordered. He stood looking at the carnage around him for a moment, then one of his men entered, weeping.
34 "My master," he called, "there are four more of them out back, three girls and a boy. They bled to death, and they simply threw them out back into the dirt!"
35  Muhammed took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "Go out," he ordered, "order them to space these men out, and make them kneel.  Tell them to pray."
36  The men did so. Muhammed waited a few minutes more, then walked out of the tent, seized a knife from a man's belt, walked up behind each of the prisoners, and slit their throats, saving their leader for last, so he would know death was coming.
37  "From this day forth," Muhammed screamed, "I forbid the use of that that is distilled, or wine that has been made strong.  It is never again to pass the lips of those that follow me.  Leave them lay where they are!"
38  Suddenly Muhammed saw something!  Withered, twisted, horrible forms began to climb from the executed men.   They were not like the Spirits he had seen of his departed friends, but they were twisted, ugly, horrible beyond belief!  They tried to flee to the shadows, but Northern Star and his companions blocked their retreat.  Muhammed could tell the horrid things were begging for mercy, but The Havens blocked their way, keeping them in the Light.  Suddenly they burst aflame, and in moments were whisps of smoke, rising into the sky.  Their Work done, The Havens disappeared.
39  Muhammed shook himself, and returned towards his tent.  His Chief Captain came up to him.  "My lord!" he cried, "how will men serve us if we deny them the prizes of war, if we punish them for doing what men do? None will serve us if you treat our brothers thusly!"
40  Muhammed turned to him in a rage.  "Be gone from me, foul creature!" he cried.  "Be gone from me, you thing of evil!  You call men who do these things your brothers?  God forbid!  Never are men like those our brothers!