Ahmad Jalayrid (1383 – 1405)
On November 27th, 2011, the following document was found on a builing site on the outskirts of Baghdad, written in medieval Arabic and believed to be at least 400 years old.
I am Ahmad Jalayrid and I am the ruler of Baghdad and surrounding areas.
How I came to power I do not know; all that happened before the 14th of October of 1399 I seem to have completely forgotten. I have asked my advisers about my past and they have assured me that my reign has been glorious indeed; but when I ask them about any details, they start giving evasive answers and avoiding my eyes. I have let the matter be, since whoever I was before is not who I am now.
That is, if I am to believe the people that surround me. They tell me I have changed since my fall. They tell me that I seem to see things more clearly than most. And they're right, I do see things that other people don't seem to see. Not that I have visions or anything. It's more that when I look at the world, I understand the influences that its elements have on each other. I see the mechanics of the processes that go on. I know the rules of the game, so to speak.
I knew right from the start. I woke up, head spinning and lying in the sand next to what must have been my horse, with men looking at me with worried faces – and I knew: We need to form more alliances, and an alliance with The Mamluks should be beneficial to us.
I also knew that should we succeed in forming such an alliance, we would gain prestige, and prestige has many positive effects, such as better trading opportunities for our merchants and more probability of vassals accepting to be annexed by us. Not that we have any vassals, or trading opportunities to speak of, but still.
But that was only my first thought. My second thought was the realization that I could, and should, change my country's policies and my third thought was that I should look into which national advisers I could hire for my court, since none of the three vacancies were currently filled. “Bring me to my palace,” I said to the men gathered around me. This they did. I turned out to be a skilled horseback rider and we turned out to be only half an hour outside Baghdad. As soon as we arrived in my palace, I set to work.
First of all, I centralized the government by revoking some powers of local rulers.
As I expected could happen, a pretender promptly rose up in arms against me, but I was not too worried about this since they were outnumbered and I somehow felt that I was a decent military leader.
Then I looked for some national advisers but only found a Master of Mint named Yasir Sa'id. I felt I did not need advice on spying:
Next, I took a look at our finances. They were rather depressing.
Our income was low; and the only province that was worth anything (Iraq-I-Arab) was of a religion other than our official state religion.
Like half of our provinces are, by the way.
I am not a Muslim. This may come as a shock to the readers, but believe me: when you see what I can see, you will know that none of the religions of my day can be correct. I do however believe in a supreme being. One of the things I am certain of is that the world I live in is designed. Just looking at how well-balanced everything is, how the mechanics interact and influence each other – this cannot have originated if not by design. Furthermore, I am certain that this designer must favor Europe. Provinces there are closer together and richer; armies are larger, and nations develop faster than anywhere else in the world. Alas, our nation is not European. We'll have to make the best of it despite the uphill battle we will face. I have kept all these ponderings a secret since the people around me seem rather intolerant to other beliefs than their own. On the outside, I am as devout a Muslim as there ever was.
Anyway, I digress. I haven't mentioned yet that in that time we were at war with one of the greatest warriors there ever lived, Timur the Lame.
This was unfortunate, but I had a feeling that if we groveled enough, we would be able to gain a peace without much cost.
For the rest, we were in fine shape diplomatically; most nearby nations liked us (probably because they didn't fear us). To get closer to the Mamluks I send them a royal marriage proposal. I did the same with the Ottomans (for the same reason) and Yemen (which I thought would also make a good ally since, in the event of war, they could attack Hedjaz and Najd in the rear). We had plenty of princes and princesses here to marry away so I was able to keep up sending royal marriages proposals for quite a long time.
And so ended the first day in the office that I can remember. I then rounded up the army and set out to defeat the pretender (Karim Zaman, he was called). The next day, I got the message that all our royal marriage proposals had been accepted (our messengers work fast!).
Two days after that, I got an alliance proposal from the Ottomans, which I gladly accepted.
Algiers, however, who proposed the same, was rejected (I later accepted because they kept insisting).
I tried to gain an alliance with the Mamluks, but each time I considered proposing one, I knew that it would be Impossible.
(Don't ask me how I know these things, it's too difficult to explain.) Meanwhile, I chased the pretenders around a bit until they were finally destroyed in their home province of Karbala.
The eastern front had in the meantime been rather quiet, with the Timurids being distracted by their other enemies. They did, however, pass small armies through my country on their way to the northwest. I decided that a good way to put pressure on them was to destroy these small armies, which I promptly started doing.
I tried the same in Sharizor, which is part of the Timurid Empire, but almost lost my army when a Timurid army came south from Hamadan. It was only a glitch in the Rules that saved me: the fact that when you defeat an army at the same day that a reinforcement army arrives, these reinforcements also flee.
(continued in the next post)