Post by Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid on Aug 8, 2017 16:38:28 GMT -5
That Bashir traveled the sands regularly was common knowledge. This was met with praise by some in Zahran, who were comforted to know that he was keeping in touch with his roots. Others, however, were concerned. If Bashir were encouraging the tribes to continue with their old ways, then how could the people as a whole progress? Raiding caravans and drifting from oasis to oasis was hardly a way of life befitting the future of the Rohari.
In truth, Bashir found himself between two worlds. On the one hand, he admired the beauty, opulence ad advancements of Zahran. On the other, he detested the softness he perceived among its people. The people were taking for granted all of the fortunes bestowed upon them. Did they not appreciate the trils and tribulations of their ancestors? Bashir, for one, refused to let that happen. The people could progress, yes, but they must be strong.
The Caliph announced his plans for the family to go to Bordelaix for some event that was trifling to Bashir. That a princess was to be named heir and regent was a sign of how weak Archades had become. Women had their place and power, yes, but it was not on the throne. However, if the coronation came to pass, this perhaps could be the moment to display the weakness of the kingdom. To that end, Bashir rode west from Zahran, seeking the al-Azariya tribe.
Messengers had been sent in advance as Bashir had no desire to surprise the tribe. Word quickly came providing which oasis the tribe had staked for the time being. Fortunately, it was not long ride for Bashir and his retinue. As they made good their arrival, Bashir slowed his horse, dismounted and approached the small tent city on foot. Upon approaching one of the guards, he announced himself fully.
Once doing so, he continued, “I should like an audience with your emir.”
Karim al-Azariya
In truth, Bashir found himself between two worlds. On the one hand, he admired the beauty, opulence ad advancements of Zahran. On the other, he detested the softness he perceived among its people. The people were taking for granted all of the fortunes bestowed upon them. Did they not appreciate the trils and tribulations of their ancestors? Bashir, for one, refused to let that happen. The people could progress, yes, but they must be strong.
The Caliph announced his plans for the family to go to Bordelaix for some event that was trifling to Bashir. That a princess was to be named heir and regent was a sign of how weak Archades had become. Women had their place and power, yes, but it was not on the throne. However, if the coronation came to pass, this perhaps could be the moment to display the weakness of the kingdom. To that end, Bashir rode west from Zahran, seeking the al-Azariya tribe.
Messengers had been sent in advance as Bashir had no desire to surprise the tribe. Word quickly came providing which oasis the tribe had staked for the time being. Fortunately, it was not long ride for Bashir and his retinue. As they made good their arrival, Bashir slowed his horse, dismounted and approached the small tent city on foot. Upon approaching one of the guards, he announced himself fully.
Once doing so, he continued, “I should like an audience with your emir.”
Karim al-Azariya