Chapter 11: Right Where it Belongs
I was horrified as the head rolled across the floor near to where my habitat was. I thought that if the king was ruthless enough to behead a man, what would stop him from taking me out of my habitat and squishing me on the spot. This act also lowered my opinion of him, as apparently it did with other European Nations, as Yusurf III got heavy reprimands from the Pope and the King of Portugal. A few days after the beheading, Yusurf III coronated himself as the “Sultan of New Castille.” After wards, he gave a speech, that would yet again cause unprecedented uproar and change.
“ It is my belief, that to further the goals and wills of our country, we need to adapt to the western ways. “ Yusurf III said.
“From now on, the only language spoken in public places will be Spanish or Latin and children in the land will not be taught the teachings of Aristotle and Plato.”
The crowd then, like the previous time, erupted in anger, except this time, Yusurf III wouldn’t be as fortunate. As the crowd closed in, the cavalry was hesitant to react. One woman, about the age of sixty, drew out a curved dagger and stabbed Yusurf III in the leg. By then, from orders of Khaliq, the Royal Guard attacked the mob and yet again pushed them back to their hovels. The king was escorted back to the palace where a “trained” doctor cleaned the wound and applied dressings. Over the course of the night, the Yusurf III’s leg would stop bleeding, but he would remain forever crippled, nd would receive the nickname, “Yusurf the Lame”
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Even though the Royal Guard had put down the revolt in Granada, the feelings of revolt and dissident had spread to all parts of the country, with two plots being foiled by the Granadan spy system one the eve of their attempt. However, as well as the Granadan Police and Internal Spy System had performed, they were unable to catch one group of revolvers in the act.
“How dare they revolt against a man of my stature, don’t they know where they stand in this god-forsaken pecking order.” Yusurf III yelled, obviously angry at the news he had just received.
“ They obviously don’t.” Aamir replied.
“How many men do they have?” Yusurf III demanded.
“They have about 7,000 men, and are lead by a man by the name Gulliem d’Ors, a former captain in the Castilian army.”
“Good, prepare my horse and tell the men that at dawn, we march to attack the rebels.”
“But sir, your leg.” Aamir replied.
‘Bah, legs are used only for walking, I’ll be riding a horse.”
I was carried to the battle camp by Aamir, who I had figured assumed the role as Yusurf III’s servant. The battle camp was positioned on top of the hill, and my habitat was placed where I would have a perfect view of the battle. I went to sleep and the next day the battle commenced.
At the beginning of battle, only all of the infantry and a handful of cavalry was sent into the battle. For the first few hours, both sides traded blows with tactical retreats and advances, with both sides suffering equal causalties. This changed when the two regiments of cavalry began their charge straight into the rear of the rebel’s line, with the charge being led by Yusurf III himself. The rebels then lost their poise, causing them to break for the hills. In total, the rebels lost approximately 4,500 men, compared to only 1,750 casualties on the Granadan side. Later the rebels were chased down outside of Almeria and promptly surrendered, with Gulliem being promptly executed. It would be the last rebellion led in order to reverse the process of westernization as the empire became more stable and the whispers of revolt died down.
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