OE part IV
The horns were wailing at the grand palace of sultan. The pitch was low and the sounds stretched for minutes. Their cries pierced and overcame even the busy sounds of the Imperial palace. On and on they came like the tidal waves of our Black sea, giving and covering everything in the dark foreboding mood. They were singing with only one thought in mind – death and war.
His Majesty the Sultan, Hasan the 1st, sat on his favorite chair and let the sounds of the horns course through him. His mood was even darker than the sounds themselves, for they were not the cause. Today was his first day on the throne, same as yesterday was the last for his father.
Being the only son in the family, he knew all his life that the throne will be someday his. But that day was always too far away and his father was all too young and full of strength.
Hasan was taught by the best teachers in the Empire. Best diplomats, tacticians and warriors taught him their trade. He was a decent diplomat and able warrior (not a great general like his father), but he excelled and loved the art of administering and ruling the country.
The nation of humble beginnings as nomads grew under his forefathers rule to control the Asia Minor and even defeating the old Roman Empire to establish a foothold in Europe. For three generations of kings there was no opposition left in Turkey and the dynasty looked for other places to expand.
Some gains were made in Tartar lands and Arabia but the tribes of Arabia cut the expansion short. Assassins were sent to assassinate the Sultan while visiting the foreign quarter. The royal guard cut down dozens of the assailants but in the end the prince and his guard were too late to save the king.
In his rage prince purged the quarter sparing only select few for interrogation and torture. Questioning revealed that the assassins were sent by Hedjaz at the behest of the old rival Timurid Empire.
Hasans dreams of bettering the empire were set aside.
The horns were calling…