The Negus had undoubtedly intended his musings and thoughts to be transcribed so that they would be read by his successors only. Yet he could not forsee the devotion of a certain junior scribe, a youth who would spirit them away when death finally took him and the Kingdom's position looked precarious, nor the effectiveness of the seal on the ceramic jar that would lie buried for centuries, preserving them, almost perfectly. But there are many things even a Negus cannot predict....

 Today, the banners of two kings fly over Dunquhla! I stand on the earthen walls and look north. Even now, Timurat and his troop of horse are flying in from the desert into southern Egypt, and I await riders for messages, either good or bad. It is rumoured that the Caliph has placed a bounty on our head. How can one pay a bounty when one is dead? [Praetextatus, the Negus]
posted Monday, December 03, 2001 by james gemmill at 8:44 AM

I have just spent the last six hours entertaining al-Amir, prince of the Fatimids. The youth seems to be under the impression that we have inconvienenced him greatly by rescuing him from the battlefield, and has spent the better part of the day lecturing me on the rightful mastery of territories, of what I take to include much of the known world, his father claims to be his lawfully. And how we trespass and cause his father great annoyance for our impudence. He has also gone through the better part of the palace's wine collection in his time here, amongst other items of my household. It was my understanding that his faith forbid such things. I see I have much to learn about the Mohommedans. I shall pass the bill along to the Fatimid ambassador....

...and give al-Amir a Bible to read, so that he might while away the time and not be tasked by our presence. [Praetextatus, the Negus]
posted Wednesday, November 07, 2001 by james gemmill at 10:49 PM

I stand on the battlements and watch as the long ribbon of men winds its way across the countryside and over the horizon. Makouria is on the march!
posted Monday, October 22, 2001 by james gemmill at 5:32 PM

More riders. This time our own. A delegation approaches from the coast. I have ordered a feast prepared.
posted Wednesday, October 03, 2001 by james gemmill at 10:02 AM

Last evening, a rider arrived from the north bearing messages for the Fatimidi traders. By sunrise, they were gone. I do not think they even took their morning prayers.
posted Tuesday, October 02, 2001 by james gemmill at 1:19 PM

It would seem some numbskull has mis-spelled the Kingdom's name on the Royal Stationary. I shall execute thousands for this outrage.
posted by james gemmill at 11:20 AM

Emissiaries of the Fatimid arrived today, offering salutations. Over warm chir we discussed matters of the purse. They were fairly well-travelled, thus it was a pleasant afternoon of conversation.
posted Monday, October 01, 2001 by james gemmill at 7:24 PM


 
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