Chapter 1.1: False Dawn
For Abd ar-Rahman, Al-Andalus was a food to a hungry man, sleep to a tired traveler, water to a man in the desert. Shown to a bed, he threw himself down and slept for an entire day. When he awoke he declared it was time to turn aside the wind of misfortune and began his great struggle to regain all he lost.
He was concerned for his family. He dreamed of his son bravely holding back tears while holding tightly to his sister’s hand. It burned him to abandon a woman and child for any reason. The knowledge they still lived because of it did little to make him feel better, but he resolved not to send for them.
“I must show something for their pain,” he said to Beder.
His distant kin, Abu Uthman and Ibn Khaled became his first counselors and worked to secure the support of the Damascene Arabs. Tied to Abd ar-Rahman by lineage and history, he made them the core of his followers. After he rested, he traveled to the nearby towns and villages so all would believe his presence. His bearing did much to convince them. Those who recently came to the peninsula under Emir Balj swore to him, those who settled in Al-Andalus were reticent.
The history of the Andalusi settlers--as he called them--was a fickle one. The settlers formed the backbone of the emir’s support, but their loyalty was lacking. They were happy to use the emir to advance their interests but resisted Fihrid imposition against those interests in turn. For 40 years they strove to avoid central control.
“Short-sighted, greedy and self-serving! They absorbed the Gothic chaos that preceded them,” the prince fumed. “Poor exemplars of Islam at best.”
“But excellent exemplars of men,” Ibn Khaled replied. “We will follow you, but there are not enough of us. You have to conciliate them, achieving victory will do that.’
“Something I cannot do on the necessary scale without them.”
“It has been done that way before. Differences are forgotten in the bright glow of spoils,” Abu Uthman said mildly.
“Or cast into stark contrast,” Abd ar-Rahman snapped. Passing a hand over his eyes he calmed himself. “I see an endless cycle of victory conquest and weakness. No emir lasting very long while the country seethes with upheaval under him. I could almost admire Yusuf if he were not standing in my way.”
“There has been little rain this past year,” Ibn Khaled explained. “There are signs God wills this to continue. It could be used to our advantage.”
“Still transitory. What I need to do is fashion a victory that will let me put away my sword.”
Abu Uthman waved away the prince’s statement as of no consequence.
“A pretty figure, but you do not intend to ever put away your sword. Not until you sheath it in As-Saffah’s guts, anyway. Listen to me young prince, worrying over the future can be a productive enterprise but first you must get there.”
The greatest of the rebel lords then was Amir al-Abdari. He asked to meet with the prince. Abd ar-Rahman went west to Arcos, then known as Turrush[1] but to his dismay the rebel lord sent his second in command, Abu Sabadh, with a party of Yemeni Arabs. Abu Sabadh extended to him the required courtesies but never hid his suspicion and skepticism of the young man. Remembering Abu Uthman’s advice, the prince controlled himself severely. For his trouble, Abu Sabadh extended an invitation to Algeciras on behalf of his master. There, Amir al-Abdari would formally pledge himself to the service of Abd ar-Rahman.
“Only wait for a time so we may prepare. Yusuf al-Fihri is in the north, struggling against the adherents of As-Saffah. He cannot have heard of us yet,” went al-Abdari’s message. “Use the time to gather your support in the southeast. Then together we will depose this odious fellow.”
With little choice, Abd ar-Rahman turned back to Almuñécar. Since then, Almuñécar has held itself out as the first place to be ruled by the Spanish Umayyads and a small monument was erected there. Abd ar-Rahman made his abode in Elvira in an area of dense settlement by the Syrian Arabs. Ironically, al-Fihri had rich lands in the region, lands Abd ar-Rahman immediately despoiled or seized to enrich himself and distribute rewards. In an echo of later practice, Abd ar-Rahman broke up a few of the larger estates to parcel them out to his followers or reward those who exhibited great bravery and talent. He made a point to personally execute those who remained loyal to al-Fihri, as revenge for the letters pleading with Ibn Habib to attack him.
Youth and victory gave Abd ar-Rahman the confidence to voice his dreams. “Al-Andalus is the beginning. Then across the water to raise the Bebers against Ibn Habib. Ifriqiya and Al-Andalus, tamed to my hands. A bow and arrow for the heart of As-Saffah and his wretched family!”
Between raids Abd ar-Rahman explored the land, met with the locals and planned the coming war. He was surprised to find a number of lords were Christians. During the conquest, those Christians who submitted to the Muslims were permitted to keep their territories as long as they rendered a tribute and pledged allegiance.
Abd ar-Rahman was no stranger to a large Christian populations. Even in Syria the population of the countryside was heavily Christian, but in Al-Andalus the Christians heavily outnumbered the Muslims even in the cities. In places like Ossonaba and Conímbra, Muslim governors and Christian prefects ruled together, tending to their own affairs as long as the Christians paid taxes and submitted peacefully to the Muslims in all matters. While the Christians might have tolerated the Muslims, the Jews embraced them. In the last decades of the Visigothic kingdom, edicts against Jews were pressed. While the story of the Jews betraying the Christians of Toledo could never be substantiated, during the conquest garrisons of Jews were sometimes left in the cities to allow the Muslim armies to concentrate their attacks against the Christians.
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One day a Gothic delegation arrived in Elvira. It was led by Athanagild, the son of Theudemir. Athanagild had recently succeeded his father[2] and occupied a unique position--there were no Muslims governors in the lands Athanagild ruled. At the time of the Conquest, Theudemir resisted fiercely against the Muslims. Even in defeat he was able to wrest a treaty confirming his authority over the “Seven Cities” that made up his kingdom. Sensing a change in the air, Athanagild sought to find whether Abd ar-Rahman intended to alter Muslim policy toward him. Abd ar-Rahman was willing to extend the agreement with Athangild. In a private deal, the prince agreed to send material support to Athanagild to secure his rule in any future disputes if Athanagild rendered him non-military assistance.
During the nights, Abd ar-Rahman attended parties thrown by important men to forge new alliances and strengthen existing ones. Men gave him gifts to show their support and in this way he acquired some wealth. While stories about these nights were afterwards a favorite setting for stories, one contains a seed of truth.
According to the legend, after their business was concluded Abd ar-Rahman invited Athanagild to remain and celebrate their understanding and the growing support for the prince’s rebellion. Abd ar-Rahman dressed in his finery with a sword in a jeweled sheath at his feet. When he drew it, the blade was a work of great craft but little ornamentation and meant for battle. The prince strove to be like the sword, a glittering costume adorning deadly strength.
That night an Arab lord approached the prince to make his formal acquaintance. He brought gold objects set with semi-precious stones and rich textiles. After presenting the gifts to Abd ar-Rahman, he gifted him with a young slave girl of notable beauty. She was described as possessing red hair, pale skin and large eyes. Later poetic traditions ascribe to her the eleven classic traits of beauty, but early accounts only mention those three.
For all her beauty, the girl did not display grace to match. When her master gave her name and she stepped forward to present herself, she stumbled and fell. She was so startled she exclaimed in her own language.[3] Her master moved to punish her but Abd ar-Rahman stayed his hand and laughed.
“Athanagild, I have need of your assistance. I would have her worries calmed by hearing a familiar language since I have not heard its like often.”
While Athanagild spoke somewhat different Latin compared to the girl, he was able to communicate. He reported that the girl declared Abd ar-Rahman her master and begged forgiveness for the fall and a chance to make up for it. The prince shook his head. Then he stepped forward and pulled her up. Then he paused, for he was struck by her beauty.
“It’s a small matter, so ignore it," he said kindly. Looking out over the notables gathered that night he recited an old proverb: “The basic principle is liberty.”
“I will take this slave into my household. I will instruct her and provide her sustenance. This I so swear. But know now that while she is mine, I will not take her to my bed though I see her as beautiful and desirable. The enjoyment of slaves I hold to be a reward available to me only for accomplishing worthy deeds. When I wrest the rule of this land from Yusuf who subverts Justice, it will be a worthy deed. Until that day, I will abstain from these distractions and concentrate my mind on bringing rightful government back to Al-Andalus.”
The girl blushed for she could understand Arabic but not speak it. Impressed by his words, she threw herself into his service and sat at his feet, attentive to his requests. The prince was true to his vow, and rarely called on her to do anything though he made sure she was well cared for. At times he even saw her to bed safely but never took advantage. This was distinctly unusual but all who saw it believed strongly in the prince. The confidence of his allies increased and they said to themselves, “God has delivered us a man who is a master of his own desires and not the other way around as so many in this land are.”
To the girl, he said only: “Stay by my side so that I may fulfill my vow, Lisina.”
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Abd ar-Rahman departed Elvira at the head of 700 horsemen. Temam commanded his bodyguards. His army grew as allied tribal leaders joined the march and adventurers from the Maghreb were drawn by promises of glory. By now the prince’s name was a symbol of resistance for the disaffected. Athanagild did not march at his side but contributed supplies, pack animals and money to the army. The Arabs were commanded by Abu Uthman and Ibn Khaled.
Other lords joined Abd ar-Rahamn such as the prefect of Antakaria[4] Isa ibn Musawid. The progress of the army was slow as they marched through the rough country in the southeast, but Abd ar-Rahman gained experience in keeping his disparate coalition together and focused. When they finally emerged into the wide lands of the south, they were met by men sent by Itab of Sidonia. Following them back to the city, Abd ar-Rahman was proclaimed sovereign of Al-Andalus and his army swore to him publicly. Itab urged the prince to go to Sevilla to gather all the disaffected.
“Let us meet there, and together gain the glory.”
Abd ar-Rahman felt himself riding a wave of power, a rising tide of destiny that would see him as ruler of Al-Analus. By his side always were Beder, Temam and Lisina. No matter how difficult the march she fastened herself to his side and helped to tend to his needs in the field. He accepted her without complaint but never took any liberties due to her subordinate position to uphold his vow. She was so often by his side, he found himself taking steps to learn the local Latin.
That entire winter was dry. The weather proved little hindrance to marching armies. Abd ar-Rahman entered Sevilla early in 752. At the time the city was governed by Abu Sabadh. Abu Sabadh was still not perfectly reconciled to Abd ar-Rahman’s revolt, but welcomed him into the city and after the appropriate celebrations, a council of war was held. Most of Abd ar-Rahman’s advisors urged him to wait so that his very presence would cause men to abandon al-Fihri. Abu Sabadh urged him to make speed.
“The emir is vulnerable. Strike and you can overcome him then get on with your business of overthrowing As-Saffah. Delay and he may prevail against you. Already his relatives the lords of Mérida and Toledo come to his aid.”
It was now widely believed Abd ar-Rahman intended to take the war all the way to the al-Anbar palace near Kufa. In later years it was thought this helped the prince amass a large following rapidly. Not only was there a prospect of more spoils, but if Abd ar-Rahman did go east he would not pay attention to Al-Andalus leaving their yoke light.
The prince was inclined to patience, but Abu Sabadh commanded many men and his cooperation would be essential. The prince ultimately agree with Abu Sabadh though he was still troubled. It was the first moment of disquiet Abd ar-Rahman had felt in some time but he ignored the doubt in public. What was done, was done. His private conduct was another matter and he opened his mind to Lisina if only to hear his concerns aloud.
“Al-Abdari does not come and Abu Sabadh urges me to speed.”
“My lord, he fears your loss with him more than your victory without,” she said.
“They are trying to preserve freedom of action.” Abd ar-Rahman was pleased at her quick estimation of his situation. “Concerning myself with what follows victory may keep me from attaining it, but I don’t wish to become entangled in this land.”
“Keep them with you, my lord,” she urged. “Keep them under your eye.”
“Any move he makes against me will be seen as betrayal,” he nodded. “His own followers may desert him then.”
Though she told him what he wanted to here, he still appreciated her counsel and did not hold it against her. She did so to improve her own lot, and there was no fault in that.
Abd ar-Rahman’s army crossed the river at Tocina. According to popular legend, while overseeing this crossing Abd ar-Rahman rode a splendid white horse. Abu Sabadh then said to his fellows, “See the young prince, mounted on a swift-footed animal. All the better to flee at the first contact with the enemy. He would leave us the duty of battle, as it has always been.”
When he heard grumbling in the ranks and discovered its cause, Abd ar-Rahman went to him and said, “O Abu Sabadh, I must speak to you. My horse has a habit of rearing up under me. It’s proven difficult for me to keep my saddle being as young and inexperienced as you have said. Instead le me make an exchange. I will take your quiet and steady mule and you can have this horse.”
Abu Sabadh had no choice but to accept the prince’s gift so that Abu Sabadh was mocked by his men in favor of the prince. This may have gained him favor from the soldiers but it only made Abu Sabadh more wary of the prince.
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In the north, al-Fihri and Al-Sumayl were successful. Habab Al-Sahari fled before their army and retreated into Septimania with heavy losses. This blow to his prestige led to a falling out between the Christians of Narbona and their Muslim overlords. As Narbona was the only city of any consequence ruled by a Muslim governor, the entire Muslim position in the region was threatened.
After lifting the siege of Zaragoza and scouring the Ebro Valley for rebels, al-Fihri turned back to Córdoba. The emir intended to gather supplies and plan an assault on the southern rebels, crushing them at last. It was only know that he received a panicked message from his son[5], left behind in Córdoba informing him of Abd ar-Rahman’s march. Abandoning his plans, Yusuf al-Fihri rushed to Toledo where his nephew Hisham was prefect. Hisham immediately gathered all the troops of the Central March including a contingent of Christians from Salamanca then set out for the capital with his uncle.
“Half the country has risen up against me,” he despaired when he reached Córdoba.
But Yusuf al-Fihri was far from powerless. Al-Sumayl returned to capital with the bulk of his armies including troops from the Northern March led by Husayn. More men were coming from Mérida led by his other son, Muhammad. After a debate, they decided on a cautious march.
With Al-Andalus now in the third year of a drought, disquiet among the populace was growing but was still manageable. In 752 Abd ar-Rahman and his might have had to tighten their belts, but they did not have to consider eating roadside shrubs. They marched steadily, but without hurry toward Córdoba. They had it in mind to meet the emir on at the Masarah plains west of the city, unfortunately fate had other plans that day. Instead the Fihrid army met them between the Retortillo and Bembezar rivers.[6] The emir offered no propositions for peace, disdaining negotiation and instead committed himself to Abd ar-Rahman’s destruction.
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The day of the battle dawned brilliant and clear. A beautiful day in March. Abd ar-Rahman rode along the lines of his men on his mule. It might have seemed ridiculous, but his men remembered the incident with Abu Sabadh and smiled to themselves.
“True men of Al-Andalus, do you know this day?!” he demanded. “On this day, the Arabs of Yemen fought the Fihrid uprising in Arabia! Under my great-grand father yours triumphed on that day. Let us make of this day a brother to that one!” [7]
A great shout went up among his men and Abd ar-Rahman turned swung his sword at the Fihrid army in the distance. “Forward!”
The Battle of the Mesas was fierce and bloody. Hisham of Toledo led the cavalry of emir, sweeping aside the rebel skirmishers and drove hard against the center where Abu Sabadh was placed with most of the southerners. The stories say that a red mist rose around the army, and that the voices of the men held rage in terror in equal measure. Abd ar-Rahman did not stay behind his army. Charging forward on his mule, he led the Umayyad clans against the main Fihrid army led by Al-Sumayl on a mule of his own.
After a sharp exchange, both sides drew back and the arrows fell thick around Abd ar-Rahman. He shouted encouragement to the men, exhilarated and terrified in the battle. As the lines crashed together once more, men screamed and died, lashing out with sword and spear desperate to stay alive. Wherever the front line wavered, Abd ar-Rahman rushed to the spot with his bodyguards, holding it until more men could be brought up. No man questioned his bravery that day and it seemed only a matter of time until his army broke through that of the emir.
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Unlike the emir who sat on a hill beyond the field, Al-Sumayl was right behind the center line as he ordered his men. Despite his age he sat the saddle without a hint of weakness, the pennant on his helmet flying elegantly in the breeze. For all his faults, cowardice was a thing unknown to Al-Sumayl.
“You had better spare yourself for another occasion!” his friend and battle comrade Abu Atta shouted to Al-Sumayl. “The day turns ominous and we cannot make headway against this heavy handed prince.”
“Let not your reason be clouded by fear or despondency! Our enemy has fought harder than he should, he is nearly at the end of his strength,” al-Sumayl replied. “Order Husayn to prepare the charge. If they have a fear, then tell them I will ride with them!”
“But on this day the Kays were defeated by the Yemenis! Have a care my friend, if you fall this day may turn out as unlucky for us as that one.”
“Then I must not fall,” Al-Sumayl replied.
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Husayn the second of Zaragoza rode fearlessly with his men, in the first rank. He had not needed al-Sumayl’s assurance. It was simple. Men fell to his sword or the hooves of his horse or fled before him. The battle lust coursed through him, but he banked the fury into a cold strength. He stood tall in his saddle and surveyed the field.
“There he stands!” Husayn shouted raising a bloody sword at the prince. “There is the bringer of this madness! The last of a dynasty God has cast down. Slay him his sin.... and reap the rewards on Earth and Heaven!”
Abd ar-Rahman saw the charge coming, and with Temam ibn Alkmah by his side, countered it with one of his own. But Husayn would not be denied. Soon a mass of frightened horses and men fought a desperate battle. For a moment it looked like Abd ar-Rahman would repel the charge, but reinforcements came up from al-Sumayl and in the end it was Abd ar-Rahman who broke away and fell back and Husayn laughed. Between Abd ar-Rahman and his bodyguard, separating them from the rest of Umayyad rebels, was Husayn.
“We have him!”
In a split second, Husayn knew what to do. He charged the Umayyad lines shouting, “The prince has fallen! The Sons of Umayyah are leaderless!”
By chance it happened that Abu Sabadh heard him. Seeing Abd ar-Rahman surrounded followed by shouts of his death, Abu Sabadh believed them. He fled before Husayn’s charge, escaping the battle of the spending white horse given to him by Abd ar-Rahman and took the center of the army with him in his flight.
Not everyone fled. Abu Uthman and Ibn Khaled rallied the remaining soldiers and tried to come to the prince’s aid. They did not believe the rumors of his death, or could not. But they failed to break through to the prince and when Ibn Khaled fell to the sword of Muhammad the Fihrid, Abu Uthman could no longer stem the tied of retreat. The battle was lost.
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Surrounded, Abd ar-Rahman turned to Beder and Temam.
“The day has turned on us,” Beder said. “What can we do?”
“Fight on, and trust to God,” the prince said grimly.
They fought on, desperate not to carve their way to safety but to delay their deaths an hour longer. Finally al-Sumayl himself came upon them and slew Temam ibn Alkmah who bared his path. With the death of Temam his bodyguard fell or were taken and even Beder was seized, but the prince did not give up. Seeing the ruin of his duty and his dream, he sought death on the battlefield. He slew men when they tried to lay hands on him until at last, bound and gagged he was dragged before the feet of al-Sumayl.
Al-Sumayl ordered that Abd ar-Rahman be unbound and given food and water so that his men would not grumble at the mistreatment of one of the Quraysh. Exhausted and weary, he was taken from the battlefield. As he turned back and saw the wreck of men, the stench of blood filled his nose but he was unmoved. It was only when he saw among the captives Lisina, who he had sworn to protect that he hung his head in bitterness and acknowledge his failure.
“I curse you Abu Sabadh, for abandoning me,” he said.
But in his heart he knew the curse was empty, because the failure was his.
Al-Sumayl fed the prince and kept him confined in rough conditions in the field. He was not unduly cruel. They made haste to Córdoba where they waited before the city until such time as Yusuf al-Fihri sent for him. There, looking up at the old city with its Roman heritage still prominent, Abd ar-Rahman could not help but feel that the worst was yet to come.
Notes on Chapter 1.1
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[1]Torrox
[2]Theudemir died before 750, but whether Athanagild succeeded him politically is unknown. We do know he remained fairly wealthy and I have assumed that he did succeed his father, at least for a while.
[3]A form of Latin
[4]Antequerra
[5]Named Abd ar-Rahman. Seriously.
[6]The present-day location of Mesas de Guadalora.
[7]Marwan I