Post by Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid on May 21, 2015 18:50:25 GMT -5
The ride through the desert had been a lengthy one, but in all honesty, whenever was such a ride a short one? Though Bashir did not need to, he had ridden with his father's men to visit with one of the more distant nomadic tribes to secure a ... guest from them. This particular tribe had made the enactment of his father's edict somewhat difficult, being reluctant in participating with the system in place. Thus, it had taken some convincing on Bashir's part to help tribe see the wisdom of his father's ways... as well as his own.
But such things would not be discussed. What truly mattered was that Bashir had been successful in both securing the guests from the tribe and ensuring their future support. Whether that support would be for Bashir or Qasim remained to be seen.
Bashir and his men returned to Zahran on thunderous hooves by middle of a bright April morning. The day was promising to be a warm one, but the breeze off the ocean to the east promised to mitigate it. Indeed, it was the winter and spring months that Bashir found preferable. The air was more agreeable. Upon his arrival, Bashir made the formal presentation of the guests to his father and family before taking it upon himself to show them where they would stay within the castle.
It was not often that he did such a thing, but it might have had something to do with the fact that the woman in the party was particularly attractive. Bashir, after all, was a young man. "You will be staying near the al-Faris and al-Samiri tribes. Your comforts, provided they are reasonable, shall be supplied to you. And we do have a great number of comforts to provide," at that, Bashr cast a sly smile toward the young woman.
Surely, one of such a tribe would be present in the hallway, curious to see the new ... guests.
Inayla bint Siraj al-Faris
But such things would not be discussed. What truly mattered was that Bashir had been successful in both securing the guests from the tribe and ensuring their future support. Whether that support would be for Bashir or Qasim remained to be seen.
Bashir and his men returned to Zahran on thunderous hooves by middle of a bright April morning. The day was promising to be a warm one, but the breeze off the ocean to the east promised to mitigate it. Indeed, it was the winter and spring months that Bashir found preferable. The air was more agreeable. Upon his arrival, Bashir made the formal presentation of the guests to his father and family before taking it upon himself to show them where they would stay within the castle.
It was not often that he did such a thing, but it might have had something to do with the fact that the woman in the party was particularly attractive. Bashir, after all, was a young man. "You will be staying near the al-Faris and al-Samiri tribes. Your comforts, provided they are reasonable, shall be supplied to you. And we do have a great number of comforts to provide," at that, Bashr cast a sly smile toward the young woman.
Surely, one of such a tribe would be present in the hallway, curious to see the new ... guests.
Inayla bint Siraj al-Faris