Chapter 3.2 – Ain't No Rest For The Wicked, 307-308 CE
After the victory of the strange invaders in the battle of Laraiche, the Duke of Granada, leader of the Turdetanii resistance against the advance of the Mayan army ordered the withdrawal of the civilian population from the villages north of the strait that separated Africa from Europe. Entire towns were vacated and burned to avoid giving advantage to the foreign hordes that apparently appeared out of horror stories, the Duke of Granada had circulated stories about men of dark complexion and elongated heads who spoke a strange language and who took prisoners to sacrifice them to their dark Gods, so the frightened Celtiberian civilians fled to the north willingly, hoping that their Emperor's armies could one day make these demons return to their mysterious lands in the west so they could return to their lost homes…
But the Mayans didnt crossed the strait in 302, or the next year ... instead, they occupied the north African dominions of the Turdetanii, strengthened their alliances with the Berber tribes and following the orders of the Mayan High priest ... waited for a sign in the heavens.
The Turdetanii armies tried to cross the straits to reconquer their northern African domains many times, losing every time, weakening themselves in the process.
In 307 a comet appeared in the sky announcing that the victory of the Mayans was assured according to the High Priest, at the same time Haztzutz the wife of the Muuk'naal was about to give birth to a male child, so the stars blessed his people not only with a future ruler who had the favor of the gods but also with a new land to live in. A double blessing, from now on the Maya had only to advance and take the lands that belonged to them by divine right.
The Mayan forces crossed the strait without problems thanks to their supremacy on the seas, quickly taking the Turdetanii villages since there was no resistance of any kind as the villagers had left. It didn't matter, they would soon be replaced with peasants brought from the western lands, and of course, by the slaves they could capture during the conquest.
Ispal, the ancient capital of the Turdetanii fell without sorrow or glory, but in Cadiz Muuk'naal encountered resistance from his old enemy, the Duke of Granada.
The Battle of Cadiz was the final confrontation of the war and the victory was for the Mayans, from there the occupation of the lands that the Yujnegi once ruled would be finished, with the added benefit of the conquered territories in North Africa and the alliance with the Berbers.
The Kingdom of Ishfania, or Ispania as it would be known from now on, was restored. Zinnridi Yujnegi's great plan had finally been fulfilled.
The future of Ispania
Cadiz, 308.
After his humble coronation, Muuk’naal summoned his council to discuss urgent matters, they had succeeded with the conquest of Ispania even after suffering some losses, and had to prepare for the second phase of the plan, but first, they had to solve the issues regarding the Celtiberian and Berber subjects they ruled from now on.
They had promised Independence to the Berber Tribes that aided the Mayan invaders with their first victory, and some in the council didn’t wanted to honor that agreement, so they were discussing these matters in a heated debate:
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In the past we fought accompanied by our great Berber allies, we cannot simply ignore the promise that was made to them and that was what led us to victory, our honor would be tainted forever if we were left with the lands we liberated for them, our kingdom is here, north of the strait. Africa was never in our plans or those of our ancestors, if we force the Berbers to begin a revolt against our reign ... we will end up losing valuable warriors in a meaningless confrontation and provoking the Celtiberians to continue on their way, we would get into an endless war, where any of the powers that surround us could take advantage of the chaos to expel us from these lands once and for all!- Lu'um the Mashal, looked at the other council members and and gently tapped the meeting table with his fingers, making a soft sound that gave some strength to his words. -
I must remember each of you the undeniable fact that we are still a minority in these lands…?
The council members looked at each other with concern because they knew the Marshal was right, and they did not want to provoke the Berbers into an open war ... much blood could be shed in vain, which would weaken the Mayan position in the region forever.
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Well, we promised that in the war, and if we don't keep our word we will have to face the fury of the Berber tribes, and even if that doesn't happen, betraying a pact will set a bad precedent in the future when we want to make alliances ..- said The Spymaster while touching her fish-like pendant-
… but we also know that we need these lands for agriculture, as these lands are far from our future frontlines against the Turdetanii, and these Berber warriors would fight our wars while our Celtiberian subjects could easily betray us to their former masters…I suggest bribing the Berber leaders so they remain divided against us…maybe giving them some power to maintain them distracted and looking for the help of our distant eastern kin…
The High Priest silently looked at the pendant that the Spymaster had in her neck… he never trusted that woman because she always questioned the power of the priesthood, and if the rumors were true…she was an heretic who were poisoning the mind of the Ahau…
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Well, with all due respect my dear Ix-Ahau, first you tried to involve us in the current Etruscan Civil war without success, that would have bled our treasure dry and delayed our glorious invasion, now you suggest that we have to betray the word of honor that we gave to the Berber leaders who, I remind you, were the ones who helped us win this city and restore our kingdom. I think maybe ... you have been influenced too much by those ... distant cousins we have in the east. - The High Priest looked closely at his Ahau, who was serious -
perhaps your highness is too distracted from the issues that summon us to this meeting to issue such a dangerous judgment ... the Berbers will rebel, and our brothers will pay with your blood the blindness that afflicts you! ...
Until now, the High Priest had been trying to convince Muuk’naal to fire his wife from the council since he thought that the queen should keep taking care of and educating her children and heirs instead of meddling in the politics of the kingdom. All this without success, because Haztzutz, clearly a heretic too influenced by her education in the east, had completely enchanted the sovereign with his charms ... in vain he had tried to undo the spell ... now he was trying to take direct action against that damned woman.
The Ahau of Ispania was about to say something, when a when a worried messenger entered the meeting room with terrible news: Sardinian troops were invading their lands from the east.
The meeting was cancelled and orders were issued to mobilize the army and hire more mercenaries, now it was clear:
The future of Ispania was to stay at war. They didn’t had the time to discuss these matters...for now.