If You Can't Do It, Nubia Can!
A story with lots of pictures and plenty of words
Mikal I, the Fortunate, and his Quest for Bastards
1122-25
My uncle Mirza was the last bishop of Nubia. Since he died sixteen years ago, the land has lacked a spiritual leader. Finally, the Patriarch has generously assigned a new one.
Wow, normally they send us lusty skeptics and such. Not only is this guy highly skilled, he’s chaste as well. It must be my famous luck at work.
Today witnesses the end of an era. In 1095 the Second Crusade began. The Kingdom of Norway invaded Egypt, taking several provinces before suffering a series of reversals that ended their first campaign in defeat.
Years later, a second campaign briefly seized a province in Syria before losing it to the Fatimds.
But now after twenty-seven years of war, the third effort by the Norwegians has produced results.
The Kingdom of the Fatimids is no more. My grandfather’s nemesis, my rival realm has ceased to exist. I feel almost bad for them. They were once so strong, but went out with a whimper.
Also, don’t tick off Norway, those guys can hold a grudge for a long time, and are patient enough to wait for the right time to strike.
I move on to the next Muslim statelet, pausing to congratulate the Norwegians on their work.
My youngest son passes on. If even the son of the king has poor health, how do any of the peasant babies make it?
Behold the latest innovation of my advisors. Rather than just taking money from people, now I’ll take money but give the people a note saying I’ll pay them back later. Whether I pay them back or not is a different story, but this way they feel better about me taking the money.
How many times do we have to go over this? NO INCEST IN MY KINGDOM!
My oldest, and so far only, bastard child comes of age. I give him some land near the King of Jerusalem.
Kem Lad becomes a scholar. I’m not so sure about that mustache he’s sporting. Makes him look a little tough for someone who’s a sissy.
As my heir, it is proper that Kem Lad receive the first province ruled by my father. With no talent whatsoever in the field of war, I can only hope he’ll have a peaceful reign or really good marshals.
Will Mikal be lost without his rival? Will he feel inadequate because he didn’t deal the death blow himself? What struggles will develop as the next generation of royal children reach maturity? And when will more bastards show up? Find out with If You Can’t Do It, Nubia Can!