The Grand Vizier steps into the Sultan.
"Master, I have finished my work and conclusions." He said.
"Good, so tell me about it." The Sultan replied.
"First the matter with Nubia. It seems like darkness ones again have covered that land. Tributes havent been paid for a long time and according Imam Zaid nothing have been heard about the mullahs that was sent there during your last regency."
"Hmmm, that fielthy, back stabbing, Nubian. I should have rosteed him when I could. Remind me to never trust one of thoose southernes once again. Also tell General Omar to send an expedition to try to locate the missing mullahs" The Sultan replied.
"Yes, master. As for the second matter, the Priest in Rom. It seems like there have been a change of power over there. I havent been able to find out how much the current Priest is aware of the past." The Grand Vizier said.
"Well, doesnt matter. I am a man of my word and will respect what have been said in the past as long as the Priest in Rom do the same. Now tell me, is there any truth in the rumors about a conflict between the infidel nations of Genoa and Venice?"
"I havent got the chanse to confirm any rumors yet, master, but hopefully I will be, shortly. Is there any particular side that Egypt would sympitase with in that case?" The Grand Vizer asked.
"Nah, thoose infidels always argues about there trading rights. Egypt have had a very good history of trade, understanding and cooperation with Aragon, and I am sure of that the Aragonese King is capable of protecting the shipping lanes between us, if a conflict would arise. As for Genoa and Vencie, none of them is involved in any trade of importance with Egypt. Let them continue arguing by them self." The Sultan said.
"Yes master, I have also finished some reports about our neighbours, do you wish to hear it aswell."
"Hmmm, very well then, but make it briefly. I got other things to do aswell" The Sultan said, thinking of the wrestling game that wold be held shorlty between his newly accuired wrestler Yorgi and some other well known wrestler from Jordan.
"The Emir of Tunis have once again felled in silence. After the proposed marriage between our both nations nothing else seems to have happend. His wife and daughters cant be located in Egypt, so i assume they returned to Tunis."
"That was a shame they where both very beutifull and the Emirs daughter would have made an excellent wife, I am sure." The Sultan replied raising his eye to the skies as he was dreaming of something.
"And as for the Ottoman Sultan. He seems to engage in diplomacy but hold a low profile. He have signed an agreement with the Doge of Genoa, but not yet accepted your ambassador at his Court."
"Hehehe yes, the Sultan of the Osmanis always seems a bit odd, but hopefully we´ll come along anyway."
"Your representative in Isfahan also talks about dissagreement between the Il Khanate and the Golden Horde."
The Sultan starts laughing loud. "Hahahaha..., well what a meeting that must be. I would have loved to see that with my own eyes. A council with the meaning of uniting, hehehe, it seems like the heretics cant even unite behind something common themself...."
"And as for the Omanis, well that you know all by yourself."
"Yes, It is delightfull to ones again hear from my trusted friend and to have reinstituted the alliance with the honorable Omanis. Hopefully I will be able to meet with my friend in person some day."
The Grand Vizer was about to continue on his report, when the Sultan raised his hand and stopped him.
"Enough, we have to continue another time. Now Im already late for an very important event..."
