In a harsh, and unforgiving land of fire and ice, there was a prince of a noble Horse breeding tribe. His father sent him on a raid of the Kafir, or non believers. The night sky lite ominously so his harem of wives chanted for his safe return. Zefra, his newest and most inclined with magic wife, read his fate in the moon. She quikly prepared for the return of her illfated husband. The prince returned with a broken body and a broken pride. He sent his wives to their tent risking his health in order to spare himself any embarressment. But Zefra glided in and took control of the matter. 'I can heal you, but I will need the help of your spirit if I am to heal all your ails.' He nodded and thus the night of pain began anew as Zefra's gift flowed into broken bones, rushed through lacirations, and softened bruises. The morning found the prince healthy and He woke with a new outlook on life. He went in search of his precious and loyal wife, but to his amazment she was nowhere to be found. In anger the prince strode the the tent of his prize steed, to examine his injuries of the previous night. There is where he discovered Zefra's body, laying silently to the side of his mount, who was fully healed. She had given her life to save that of his prized horse. The prince ordered preperations for her death and all of the village showed to pay homage to the Mysterious wife who saved the lives of her husband and her husbands steed.