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This was a momentous morning in Emir Badis life. He woke up deciding to be a whole new man, mainly because his old self was boring and he was arbitrary like that. First order of business was to
of course. He might be sixty years old with grandchildren, but no self-respecting emir could be seen without three wives. And some proper alliances would not hurt on the road to being a new man. So pictures were ogled, political situation was considered, much fuming had been had about absolute lack of respect from neighbors and messengers had been sent to prospects with best... assets.
In the meantime, the smart bastards that charged small fortune for sitting on their asses to think of new ways to do stuff were told what to think about next. They gave no assurances of course, and emir for a brief moment regretted his choice of career.
That out of the way a council meeting has been called. The great and good muslims of the court gathered in front of the ruler. And said Badis to them
- "Truly your talents are great and many. So gtfo and do stuff that's useful."
And gtfo they did.
The pious Imam went to perform acts of charity in Granada to prove to the world that emir was not the faithless dog people thought him to be
The cunning Spymaster traveled to Cadiz, for their farming methods were curiously better and understanding the secret would be of much benefit.
The thrifty steward went into the countryside to collect taxes both due and yet to be owed, for there was much to invest into and one can never have enough cash in the treasury.
The brave marshal started a recruitment drive to find more men to die horribly in war.
And the suspiciously not as competent Vizier was sent far away, to Almoravid court, to try and curry favor with powerful rulers there.
With that, a day of hard work concluded and emir went to sleep. That night he had a dream of angel Cyneheard, in all his glory, and in that dream, the angel spoke.
- "You shall make Tamim your successor. You shall find him a teacher, a patient man of god, that mastered the art of war, for I foresee much bloodshed in the years ahead and he must be prepared for it. Such is the will of Allah, make it happen."
- "I will obey, o great one. I have just the man."
Proper arrangements were made first thing in the morning. Second order of the day was to start a secret enterprise towards reclaiming of Baeza Castle
It proved to be an utter failure. There happened to be nobody of import in that stupid place, just Wali Mahtar and his servants. You can't run a proper plot with servants! After having a fit of anger about this, the emir went to sulk into his rooms for along time. Not long later, the wives started to arrive.
First one was a resounding success despite coming all the way from some obscure place in Egypt and being a Shia heretic.
Second one, a flower of Maghreb deserts, was also nothing to be ashamed of
Third, from some pagan backwater in Balearic Islands, gave the emir an urge to strangle the artist that painted her portrait.
But then, in a stroke of clarity, he remembered he did not perform the pilgrimage to Mecca yet, as the scriptures demanded. And at his age, he really should be rectifying that. Right now.