Stories of faith and devotion....
Nature is a pecurliar thing. Some claim it neither forgives nor forgets. These folks base this believe on a strong conviction that there is something as a steady equilibrium of forces which could exist infinetly unless disbalanced by the destructive interference of an individual. They claim that nature hunts and strikes down such an individual, thus preserving its existing state of balance. Khaled the Efreet believes in this equilibrium, this golden age of nature. Therefore he fears retaliation for the hideous act of conjuration that manifested itself in the murderous Zuweida. Nature had to suffer through the undead conquistadors deeds, that is for sure.
Abu-Abdul-Amir the trapped Djinn does not believe in an eternally existing equilibrium. For him the natural equilibrium is a product of constant struggle between almost equally strong forces. If one force grows stronger it does not defy nature, but in fact just shift the equilibrium and in consequence change nature in his favor. The Djinn fears no retaliation draws amusement from what he calls the 'superstitious servitude to an inexistent quality' which leads to despair and inactivity of many a brilliant individual.
It is once again time for these two enemies to meet for tea and discussion.
"Good day to you, my dear Khaled. Please come in, take a seat and a piece of cake. I will be with you in one minute. I just have to read this passage in our holy book. You know, the esteemed Imam Al-Kardazli, whom age begins to whither away, has asked me to read this and repent my deeds. I must say a funny concept this begging for redemption."
The Djinn seemed to be in a good mood and Khaled is sure it is due to the Zuweida incidents. Thousands of dead humans and one senseless war fought only to please the mind of an egocentric who claims to aim for glory. The room that the Djinn names his prison was clean with an edge of an almost antiseptic appearance. Of course the Djinn wouldn't have to touch a bed or eat something, but must this one demonstrate it thus frocefully to the world. Abu-Abdul-Amir really gets more and more peculiar with evey day in prison.
"Funny that you start the conversation with the theme of redemption. I assume you don't see any reason for you to kneel and repent. The Zuweida incident was all my doing."
"You know that it would grieve me if someone claimed that the Zuweida incident really was all YOUR doing, but I am sure the responsibility and the guilt certainly fully fall on your shoulders."
"As I said, I already assumed this. But we can not change a thing in the past, can we. What I have to admit is that the actions of Zuweida had their benefits when our expansion is concerned. We were able to progress to the coast of almost all of north-western Africa. Only a small strip is reserved for the nation that now names itself the Netherlands."
"Have you come to test my spies? Did you really assume I didn't know this before?"
Both entities rest the conversation for just one moment to take the first sip of tea.
"You made a real hot tea this time."
"Are you trying to evade my last question, my dear Efreet? Be this as it may, I don't need an answer from you."
"Still your witty self after all these years of being locked up. I must say I came here half hoping to get an excuse for the Zuweida trap you laid. That usually is below your style. Almost as bad as the brotherhood murders."
"How come you assume Zuweida was a trap and how come you assume I have anything to do with the brotherhood? I am surprised that you consider me a many armed monstrosity able to manage hordes of secret machinations all from one prison cell under close surveillance of Imam Al-Kardazli."
"Yes, I guess I was jsut wrong and paranoid. You certainly have nothing to do with this. It is after all far beyond your capabilities, trapped or not. I must look for other reasons. Please excuse my paranoia. Maybe I didn't treat you the way I should and overestimated your villany. I will start to look for other sources immediately."
Without waiting for a reply the Eftreet leaves halfway through the tea, leaving back a slightly annoyed Djinn.
The steps leading up to the Al-Mansur mosque in Fez are crowded with faithful believers and merchants, beggars and cutthroats, emirs and soldiers. It is as always a noisy and colorful parade of human live in Morocco. Slaves hurry to and fro on errands for their masters. In the middle of the tumoultous picture the Imam Al-Kardazli leaves the mosque, takes a short glance at the human cacophony that crowds the square before the mosque and thanks Allah for life and its colorful variety. He moves over to a merchant to buy an orange and just by chance his eyes fall on a completely cloaked figure seemingly trying to get into eye contact with him. As soon as this contact is established the figure approaches the Imam. Judging from its garments the person could be a berber or touareg, but the movements were those of an old man and a short flash of white skin distracts the Imam from the thought. Although on his way to his visit to the trapped Djinn in the palace the Imam decides to talk to the stranger.
"Good day to you, may Allah send you the benevolent blessing of eternal sunshine on your head."
"May Allah bless his great Imam. My name is Haroun al Murawi and I am afraid for me eternal sunshine is no blessing, however benevolent Allah's sun may be."
The Imam is confused by this answer and swallows for a moment.
"You seemed to be looking for a moment to talk to me?"
"Yes honorable Imam, there is a shadow on my soul and it starts to devour me. I fear for my faith and I sincerely want to be a good muslim. Help me Imam, help me."
"It is good that you have turned to me, please tell me what challenges Allah in his wisdom poses for you."
"It all started with my birth as an albino....."
As Imam Kardazli reaches the rooms of the great Djinn Abu-Abdul-Amir he is still shivering from the conversation with the albino mage Haroun al Murawy. He is unsure whether he really wants to help a man who comitted such vile deeds as this children sacrificing beast. But he was approached in good faith and with the will to repent and better. After all, maybe the man is just insane and...
"You seem to be distracted my dear Imam, do you want to coem back at a more convenient time."
The voice of the Djinn tears Al-Kardazli out of his dreams.
"No, no, my instructions are explicit and I also do not want to miss any of our meetings, Djinn. I just had a most interesting meeting with a man named Haroun al Murawi."
For a short moment the Imam thought that a shiver ran through the Djinn's body. Now the Djinn simply gave him an interested look over his shoulder while preparing tea.
"A meeting, by chance?"
"Yes, the man is a repenting sinner."
"The same that you want to turn me into. I read the part you told me and I am most interested in understanding the concept. Maybe you could tell me the story of this sinner and I can try to understand and capture the concept through the example."
"But the confession was confidential."
"Doesn't the prophet say that a sin is diminished by every man it is confessed to?"
"You may be right, but the story of this man is most stirring."
"So please begin..."
""Ishmael, come here."
"What is it Yussuf?"
"We have new orders from the master. The bird just arrived."
"Very well, where do we progress to?"
"You are required to bring the schemes in the east to fruitition."
"The brotherhood is prepared and it will take only a few letters and gifts. I will make the journey to Cairo and the Oman myself."
"Very well, I am glad your project goes better than mine."
"Why, what do you have to do?"
"The mage has contacted the Imam and spilled some information, not all but unfortunately too many. I will have to patch this up."
"I am sure you will. Ishamel, may I ask you one question."
"Sure you may Yussuf, what is it?"
"Do you believe we can win?"
"Whom do you mean by we?"
"Yes, that is my problem, too."
"Let us get on with our duties and figure it out while working. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Abu-Abdul-Amir."
"Oh, it is you. You are taking on habits of you predecessor. I thought we agreed that we meet regularly for tea and apart from that we use the human concept of knocking on doors not simply passing through them."
"I am sure you can live with it. I mean as long as the protective circle is in place and as long as your oath holds you have no choice."
"Be this as it may, what did you come here for."
"Did you know there was a revolt in Oman and Portugal lost its holdings there."
"A revolt you say."
"Apparently. You don't happen to know how this could happen?"
"What should my involvement with Oman be?"
"Well, someone already inproved our relations so far that I had to find out that we have already traded maps with the newly found state."
"Isn't this good."
"I don't know, but now we have portugese maps."
"Splendid, isn't it my dear Efreet."
Khaled is certainly not the Efreet to easily loose his temper, but this Djinn is as slippery as a fish and Khaled starts to once again tire of being always a step back.
"At least one thing you must admit, you are responsible for the declaration of vassalization of the Mamluk Caliph."
"Yes, I thought it a nice gift for your birthday."
"My birthday, how nice. I guess it will not take a full ten years before the caliph in Cairo drags us into a war with the infintely strong Ottoman Empire."
"That is most likely."
"You know what I think of such gifts?"
"Yes, I do. I just thought that it was time to show you my gratitude for the last priviledge you conferred to me."
"Oh, you enjoy it?"
"Of course, it is now an integral part of my life. I wouldn't know how to pass my days without the hours spend with the lady Sina in contemplation and discussion about the marvels of flora and fauna."
"I am happy that our relation has improved to the point where we don't forget to honor the other with a gift at a time."
progress 1
After obtaining the portugese maps the Efreet Khaled again opened up teh sealed laboratory. The conquistador Zuweida was a fiasco, but that was mainly due to the use of human flesh. But who said that constructs are reserved for Djinn's only. Maybe using brass he could achieve a more 'humane' result. After all, even though he didn't agree with the means applied ot obtain them, the Efreet has no objections against using the portugese maps. There are still plenty of undiscovered spaces on the african map and it certainly wouldn't hurt to see them in moroccan hands. Maybe the mere size of such an empire might keep its enemies away. Thus the Efreet starts experimentation.
"Oh my brothers, we have succeeded."
The cellar is filled with heads. Once again the brotherhood has gathered and the mere number of heads in the cellar made it clear to Ishmael, undead servant of Abu-Abdul-Amir and grand master of the brotherhood for lifetime, that they are a force that can not be ignored. He has spend years on quietly expanding his network and now they have almost reached their peak. The master has to be happy.
"The glory of Morocco is our aim and we have made another step on the ladder to eternity. Have you ever had the time to watch an anthill. I don't want to tell you something about the small ant and how important it is for the whole anthill, for that is untrue. The anthill can loose millions of ants and will not care as long as the hill itself stands and has a quen. Ants, ants liek you are, do not pride in being important. They do their work and they are happy. Happy because they live in the comfortable position of being memebers of the biggest and richest anthill around. An anthill which allows them a live in more luxury than any anthill around. It is not personal glory and vanity, it is luxury that drives them."
A short pause.
"Morocco is an anthill. We, the brotherhood, are the ants in this hill. But unlike others we do not pride in our deeds, we do not work simply for our own glory. We do not pride in our vanity. We work to live better and to make Morocco a better Morocco for all ants. So far the hill always grew and propsered. Now I tell you that, although some of you don't believe it, it will continue to grow. Now some of you question where this growth will end. I tell you that there does not have to be an end. I tell you that one day Morocco will encompass all of Africa. Jsut imagine how rich the ants would be in such a hill."
The cheers prove to Ishmael that the brotherhood understood.
In the casbah there is tea time once again. The sun shines upon its roofs and the inhabitants struggle to find a shadowed place. As Khaled enters the room of the great Djinn Abu-Abdul-Amir he is surprised for one moment. Has the Djinn over the last years struggled to make the room ever whiter and cleaner it was now turned into a colorful hell. Bright red pillows and limegreen tapestries mixed with earthbrown carpets. Even a few plants were potted around the 'cell'. It also appeared that noone has cleaned the room in years.
"Greetings dear Djinn."
"Good day my friend, how may I help you."
"I need some information about brass and bronze."
"Please take a seat. I have a good from a german alchemist, 'Poepelmann's guide to gold synthesis', I bet there are answer for you in there."
"Thank you. I am afraid I have to cancel our tea today, I am busy."
"You disappoint me, but go on. We must obey when duty calls."
"Thank you, I will make it up another day. Also thank you for the book."
While leaving the Efreet turns around once again since one question still bothers him.
"By the way, I see you started to change your room."
"Yes, I thought it time."
"I am surprised, what brought this change about?"
"I grieve a loss, the Imam Al-Kardazli, my benevolent friend, died."
"When did that happen."
"By sunset."
"Oh."
The Efreet leaves. Only when a subeam hits his face he realizes that something is wrong. Now he has to hurry.
The laboratory is by now the main living room of Khaled the Efreet. Right after he couldn't hinder the vile murder of Imam Al-Kardazli he plunged himself into work upon the new conquistador. He has accepted that he can not intercept the constant nuissances that the Djinn keeps in store for him and so he decided to change the strategy on a large scale. He will concentrate more on making his own politics than trying to clean up behind the Djinn. Finally he has found his competitive spirit once again and the game is on. His first move is already planned.
progress 2
On the day that the whole city of Fez celebrated the new conquistador Messaoud, who volunteered to further explore Africa for Morocco, the city dwellers again flooded into the streets. Same as Zuweida years before this conquistador arrived right out of nowhere and took their hearts by storm. The stores about the last conquistadors atrocities have already receded and so nothing hostile lingered in the air as the troops left the doors. Only two days ago the messengers reported that the french had burned down the dutch trading post in Nouackchott and moroccan traders were already on their way to the province. Everyone was in happy anticipation of another chapter of moroccan imperial glory.
Everyone but one, Haroun al Murawi. Sitting in his secret hideout in a cellar the albino mage wheeps like a childe. It was weeks ago that the Imam Al-Kardazli was murdered and ever since he hasn't left the cellar. He had put all his hopes and dreams on that man and the potential redemption. Now the murder stopped him and he was more than sure who was responsible. Ever since that day he hasn't seen his cloaked benefactor and that was punishment enough. The urge to prolong his life was once again calling and he knew his time was running out almost as fast as his will to resist and die this time.
"You have been a naughty boy Haroun, haven't you."
A wave of fear and hate ran through the mage. There was his torturer and helper, the unknown murderer of the Imam.
"You wanted to free yourself. I can understand that. Why did you have to talk to the Imam? Don't you trust me anymore."
The mage winds away fearfully.
"I am your friend and I would never do anything against your will. If you had just told me that you don't want to go on, that you rather prefer to die, I would have freed you at once. I don't want to force you."
"Whaaooa, hmma ahhham...."
About to loose his mind the mage crawls away further.
"Please let me help you. Tell me what you want. Life or death? I can grant both."
The mage cowers on the floor. With a last effort he cries out:"Life."
The cloaked stranger picks him up and cradles him in his arms.
"I will take care of it, yes I will. Now rest dear Haroun. You are with friends. I will help you and keep you alive."
The mage slightly glides away into sleep.
"I still need you." Mumbles Yussuf, the servant of Abu-Abdul-Amir, as soon as he is certain that the mage sleeps.
"It has been quite an interesting time lately, hasn't it."
Khaled and Abu-Abdul-Amir sat in the room playing chess, Khaled the white pieces, The Djinn the red ones. The room was again freshly decorated in white and has now its clean looks again.
"You managed to explore the rest of Africa with a brass-man, impressive."
"And you kept us out of the war with the Ottomans."
"That was hard work. I feared for our interests in Egypt."
"Excuse me, you meant your interests in Egypt."
"Certainly, but luckily the Ottomans contended with the trans-Sinai side and Nubia."
Khaled draws a pawn, sips some tea and continues.
"Then there was the vassalization of Oman."
"Nice move of mine, wasn't it?"
"Surely. Given teh omani presence in Africa I assume you plan to force them."
"As always I will inform you of my plans after their execution."
"Naturally, as you did with the offspring."
"That was a hard piece of work."
"You cought me of guard. I completely lost track of the two orphans you dressed up as Sultan's sisters and married to Mali and Hausa. then, centuries later, you come along with a legitimate heir of one of them who in consequence has a right on the throne."
"But you were able to divert my puppet into this petty state SUS. A nice move that was. I almost achieved control over the Sultan, wasn't it for this."
"And you had nothing better to do than drop the puppet and attack SUS as soon as you know you lost."
"Burning old bridges is always important if you want to be forced to progress without being hindered by deeds of the past. The sins following you first have to rebuild the bridge before they can go on the hunt again."
After this Abu-Abdul-Amir draws a horse and also continues.
"I am glad that we are past the 'punishment by privledge' state. I hated to have to interfere with lady Sina."
"That was most unfair, but effective. No, I will only interfere again if your deeds grow too large."
"Wasn't the annexation of the Mamluks large?"
"I am afraid, no. It was important, but not large."
Both laugh.
After tea the Efreet leaves thinking of further measures to contain the Djinn. The Djinn hopes that his involvement with the brotherhood and other projects will not be discovered. Both don't like their current status quo, but one can not have everything.
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