That night the gray lions emerged from the sea. But when they saw the enormous clay lions standing threateningly on the walls, they turned tail and disappeared into the ocean. They never returned.
       
The king invited Aicha to his inner chambers. There he spoke to her as follows: "I know that you are a woman because I can see what few other men can see. Please stay with us and become my queen. I will share my kingdom with you, and you will rule together with me. Half my kingdom shall be yours!"
       
But Aicha needed to obey the inner flame of her desire for adventure. She promised the king that she would come back after she had rid the world of certain monsters and incarnate devils. Then she departed.
       
She soon arrived in a country where the people walked about with sad faces. They told her that a werewolf lived in the mountains above their valley. The creature's name was Horath, and his appearance was terrifying: a giant with the head of a wolf. This monster came down to the valley every night to devour any people he could capture. He would then withdraw and fall asleep in his cave.
       
Aicha rode out to battle Horath the very next morning. She managed to wound him with her scimitar, slashing and striking before his swinging mace could hit her. She turned her horse and hit Horath again and again, hard and fast, swinging her blade with deadly effect.



"How can you hit me? I am invincible!" roared the giant.
       
"I am the one who has been appointed by God to destroy you," she replied, hitting him again before he could strike her. Suddenly the monster staggered and fell. It died at Aicha's feet. The people of the region were so grateful that they offered Aicha the crown of their country. However, she had not yet completed her tasks on earth.