Moonlight in a Jar: An Al-Andalus Timeline

ACT II Part IX: Forever Young - Adalbert of the Franks
Excerpt: Lives of Medieval Andalus: Tracing the Footsteps of the Western Caliphs - 'Amr Saadeddine, Falconbird Press, 1427 (2006)


In the wake of the capture of Viguera, the Aquitanian-Andalusian War stalled out into a grinding, ugly conflict consisting mostly of violent raids back and forth through the Ebro Valley and the western foothills of the Pyrenees. While the army of Al-Muntasir came to the fight with strong numbers and a solid core of elite soldiers, the combined Aquitanian-Pamplonan troops seemingly proved a fair match and boasted better knowledge of the terrain, enabling them to defend their territory adequately.

With the fall of Viguera, Count Fernan II of Castile waded into the war, perhaps drawn by familial ties: His sister, Muniadona, was the wife of the Vigueran kinglet, who himself had fallen into the hands of the Andalusians. While histories from the period are somewhat fragmentary and unclear on the details - the best source remains Palm of the West, whose writer was not a military man and wasn't present for any of the battles - it appears that al-Muntasir and his army were attempting to reduce Logrono when a body of Castilians crossed the Duero elsewhere and attacked the settlement at Abejar before continuing on to Soria, where they came up against a group of Berber horsemen riding north to reinforce al-Muntasir and ground to a stalemate.

The delays seem to have resulted in al-Muntasir - who must have received a messenger with these tidings - choosing not to push his luck. The Muslim army withdrew to begin reinforcing Viguera, only for the Aquitanian and Pamplonan forces to follow them and besiege the city, aiming to retake it. For a time it seems that al-Muntasir himself was trapped within the city along with his retinue of Saqaliba cavalry, but the siege was eventually broken, one source reporting that "the Franks' wagons were put to the flame." More than likely al-Muntasir owes the relieving of Viguera to Berber irregulars torching the Pamplonan-Aquitanian supply trains and forcing the army to retreat and regroup.

With a solid hold on the Iregua valley and much of the Ebro valley but facing increasing pressure from raids across the Douro, al-Muntasir seems to have considered again attempting to trade the Vigueran kinglet Sancho II to Queen Sancha of Pamplona in exchange for an end to the hostilities. In any case it does not appear that giving up Viguera crossed his mind, and the region is spoken of in some fragmentary correspondence as "by right a part of the lands of the Muslims," perhaps a reference to the former occupation of the area by the Iberian Muslim dynasty known as the Banu Qasi.

In any case 1028 marks the last mention in history of Sancho II, and of Viguera as an independent kingdom; it seems that most of it became part of the Córdoban Caliphate following the taking of the city, with Muslim rule re-established there. As raids continued over the borders into Pamplona and Castile, al-Muntasir placed the region under the military governorship of Ubaid Allah ibn Usama. This man's origins are somewhat obscure but he seems to have been a fairly successful military man of Arabo-Andalusian stock rather than of Siqlabi background - part of the Arab-descended elite, and thus of a key constituency for al-Muntasir to keep satisfied.

In any case, Ubaid Allah seems to have kept his seat at Viguera, establishing the line of the Usamids as the Umayyads' men on the spot in the western Pyrenees. The decision seems to have rankled the Tujibids of nearby Zaragoza to a degree, but the dispute must have been shoved aside, whether through some promise of al-Muntasir's or through some other agreement.

As 1028 pressed onward, al-Muntasir seems to have elected to focus his offensive attentions largely on Pamplona, with raids on several cities, one apparently coming within sight of Pamplona before being driven off. An answering raid on Washqah[1] resulted in troops from Aquitaine setting fire to much of the town before the Muslim party could drive them off, that raid coming late in the year. The hostilities, however, remained focused in the northeast, in the western Pyrenees; despite the entry of Castile into the war, King Ordono V of Leon seems to have scrupulously kept himself out of the war, focusing mostly on beating down what remained of Galicia and on repelling the occasional raids of Anglish Vikings along his coastline.

The winter of 1029 saw the war between Aquitaine and al-Andalus continue in much this manner - a series of ugly raids across the hazily-defined borders as the war ground to a stalemate. However, the year would prove pivotal, as events transpired to change the course of the war - and for that matter of western Europe.

Already an old man going into the war, Duke William V of Aquitaine, called the Great, took ill over the winter, and word circulated that he was soon to die. Queen Sancha and their son, also named William, traveled to Poitou to join William at his bedside. As the two held vigil over William and left much of the war in the hands of Geoffrey Taillefer, Count of Angoulême, who recognized William as his suzerain, unexpected word arrived from the north in the form of a declaration from the King of West Francia, Adalbert the Young.

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Excerpt: Forever Young: Adalbert, King of the Franks - Reinhard Folkner, Barentholtz Books, 2004


It could easily be assumed that Adalbert the Young gained his nickname because he ascended to the throne as a ten-year-old boy. But sources only begin to refer to him this way late in his life, and more broadly after his death, which came later in his life - certainly well past the time when he could have been called young. And artistic depictions of Adalbert depict him as an adult man with a beard and a full head of hair, suggesting that a childlike appearance may not have been the source of his moniker.

What is commonly agreed upon, however, is that a careful reading of contemporary sources paints a picture of Adalbert which runs beyond the often-unflattering portrayal of him in histories rooted in Aquitaine and Toulouse or the ambivalent depictions seen in northern documents. Perhaps the best source for firsthand description of Adalbert not coming from his enemies comes from the account of Hilduin of Sens, a monk from the abbey of Chaumes-en-Brie, who describes him thusly:

"Now the King did preside over them, and he did speaketh little, as was his way, and would meeteth seldom the gazes of his subjects, for it was said that he would not deign to meet the eyes of the commons. And he was accompanied always by one or two manservants who did tend to the matters of his dining, and guideth him always in all things."

Hilduin, who apparently observed Adalbert directly on some few occasions during some manner of visit to Paris on behalf of his order, goes on to describe the King as speaking in very few words frequently stroking his beard. Together with hostile accounts from Aquitaine - particularly a letter from Duke William VI of Aquitaine advising the King to "play rather with thy baubles than mine birthright" - and the fact that he was born when his father was advanced in years, a theory has emerged suggesting that Adalbert may have suffered from some manner of cognitive impairment which resulted in his displaying childlike or simple traits even during adulthood.

The counter-theory is similarly sympathetic: That Adalbert was simply an introspective and well-meaning but ineffective ruler whose boyhood was cut short by the death of his father, Henry I, when Adalbert was just ten. The boy was thrust into the kingship of Francia in a situation where he had never truly been expected to exist. Born to a king widely expected to be a placeholder and accepted as monarch mostly in name, Adalbert exercised almost no power and grew up with most of his nobles having little respect for his authority, and his silence, awkwardness and clumsy efforts to assert the prerogative of the Frankish crown may be understood as the efforts of a man with little power to try and assert himself into a difficult world.[2]

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In any case, the issue of Aquitaine seems to have vexed Adalbert for years. Though he seemed chronically unable to win the love or respect of his vassals, he was certainly intelligent, and knew that the Dukes of Aquitaine scarcely answered to him as it was. The prospect of a king who was as Basque as he was Aquitanian gaining control over Francia's richest fiefdom would have seriously damaged Adalbert's prospects. He exhorted Duke William V in several letters to divorce Sancha, the Basque Queen of Pamplona, in the hopes of averting what he seems to have known would be an inevitable personal union of Pamplona and Aquitaine under she and William's son, also named William. Adalbert's requests were turned aside with a rebuke from high churchmen within Aquitaine's borders.

As Aquitaine turned its military attention to Muslim Iberia, Adalbert, wrapping up a minor land dispute with the Dukes of Anjou, turned his attention back to the matter of his troublesome southern vassal. While he did not send troops to his vassal's aid, it would seem that he was keeping careful track of the war effort, and particularly on the health of William V.

Adalbert's agenda seems fairly transparent: Knowing that he could probably not win in an outright war against William, given that most of his vassals could not be counted on to support him, Adalbert planned to allow Aquitaine to exhaust itself in a fruitless war against the Andalusians. He allowed the conflict to drag on through 1028, mostly fruitlessly for either side, until early in 1029, when William V emerged from the winter ill and sure to die.

Swiftly, Adalbert dispatched a proclamation to Poitou, arriving with William days from death. The proclamation stated that Adalbert would grant the Duchy of Aquitaine to his son, six-year-old Henry. Such a thing wasn't without precedent: Aquitaine had been granted to the late Hugh Capet by the former king Lothair some decades before the succession crisis of the 980s, and that claim had proven a deep bone of contention between he and William V's father, William IV Fierebras, during the succession dispute.

The declaration drew a hotly-worded response from William VI, accusing Adalbert of breaking the oath between liege and vassal by refusing to come to the aid of Aquitaine in war and declaring that Aquitaine would be his. Shortly after that, the ill William V died, leaving William VI to take the throne at the the tender age of fifteen.

Growing up under the tutelage of the ambitious Queen Sancha, the young William proved to be his mother's son - ambitious, charming and somewhat precocious. While under the control of a regency council, William VI seems to have been fairly assertive even in his teen years - perhaps not brilliant, but charming and with a great deal of drive. Upon his father's death, and no doubt at the prompting of his mother, he arranged a florid coronation ceremony for himself at Poitou, where he was crowned Duke of Aquitaine in defiance of Adalbert's edict. At the same time, in Paris, Adalbert issued another edict proclaiming Henry as Duke of Aquitaine, then mustering an army to settle the issue in the hopes that Aquitaine would be vulnerable after the war in the Pyrenees.

Bolstering Adalbert's hopes was his belief that he had secured the aid of Richard III, the powerful Duke of Normandy.[3] In fact Richard would never deliver on his side of the bargain, believing William to be a more useful ally than Adalbert, and seeing the opportunity to increase his own standing relative to the crown. Adalbert got some help from his vassals, particularly his relatives in Vermandois, but nevertheless came into the dispute with Aquitaine on more of a level playing field than he anticipated, albeit still with what appeared to be an advantage.

The feud over Aquitaine had immediate ramifications in the Pyrenees. The Aquitanian-Andalusian War did not immediately end, but the levies of Aquitaine largely turned and marched home, leaving the brunt of the conflict to be borne by men from Pamplona and Castile. The loss of Aquitanian troops in the south largely allowed Andalusian Caliph al-Muntasir to raid at will, torching Najera in 1029, much to the consternation of Sancha. With William VI engaged in the north, Adalbert's actions unknowingly gave al-Muntasir's war-wracked empire a much-needed chance to catch its breath after years of conflict, with the result that Adalbert is often credited as pivotal in saving Islam in Europe.


[1] Huesca.
[2] There's no way for the historians to know, but ITTL modern medical science would consider Adalbert to be fairly high-functioning autistic - he's extremely smart for a medieval king but struggles somewhat with things like social interaction, people-reading and communication. I make this note largely to emphasize that I don't mean to vilify autism or autism spectrum disorders here. The truth here is that Adalbert is a good man trying to preserve his kingdom even though he's not sure how he can do it or why his vassals hate him so much. Sadly medieval Frankish dukes are somewhat less understanding.
[3] As is tradition, this is a different Richard III. Different sperm = different man.

SUMMARY:
1028: Caliph al-Muntasir places the Usamid line in charge of Viguera; the Kingdom of Viguera ceases to exist. As the war with Aquitaine grinds on, both sides inflict stern raids on the other.
1029: With Duke William V of Aquitaine on his deathbed, King Adalbert the Young of Francia grants Aquitaine to his infant son, Hugh. When William V passes, his son, William VI, spurns Adalbert. Both William VI and Hugh are proclaimed Duke of Aquitaine, with William de facto controlling the duchy. Royal troops begin to mobilize to try and enforce Adalbert's demand. The dispute forces Aquitanian troops to return home, giving al-Andalus almost total run of the field, effectively taking Aquitaine out of the war.
 
Are the the karlings extinct now? Are you planning on making england more nordic? Because there are simply not enough danes to seriously have a culture change to happen or to dillute it with danish culture. The Anglo saxons will still turn english albeit a slightly different english.
 
Are the the karlings extinct now? Are you planning on making england more nordic? Because there are simply not enough danes to seriously have a culture change to happen or to dillute it with danish culture. The Anglo saxons will still turn english albeit a slightly different english.
Technically there are still Karlings hanging on as the sons of the Duke of Lower Lorraine, but they're the last ones in power. The only other Karlings in France were the Counts of Vermandois, who were beaten down and replaced.
 
Ooo, I liked the character of Adalbert! Nice portrayal of a (somewhat) disabled person before modern times, I love it!
 
Sorry forgot to ask you this with major culture changing are the andalusians more open to drawing and painting of people, due to it being very common occurance that muslims tends to shy away from art of people due to them not wanting it to become idols.

One major problem of the medievel muslim world is we simply dont know what the muslim world looked like visually especially the military, so almost everyone assumes it is the same (hollywood every muslim solider has a turban, helmet, arab and no armor)
 
Sorry forgot to ask you this with major culture changing are the andalusians more open to drawing and painting of people, due to it being very common occurance that muslims tends to shy away from art of people due to them not wanting it to become idols.

One major problem of the medievel muslim world is we simply dont know what the muslim world looked like visually especially the military, so almost everyone assumes it is the same (hollywood every muslim solider has a turban, helmet, arab and no armor)
Probably a little moreso, but not vastly so; the culture hasn't changed that much yet.

They are, however, pumping out love poems by the bushel. Some of them are even readable!
 
ACT II Part X: Cousins Caliph and Queen - 1030
It felt like he had been reading about Aquitaine and Andalusia for weeks.

As he digested the last few paragraphs - the slow detente in the Aquitanian-Andalusian War, the gradual draw-down of raids out of Córdoba as al-Muntasir chose to consolidate and pursue a peaceful reign, the subsequent mess in Aquitaine between a King with no control over his vassals and a Duke with dubious control over his burghers and landlords - Iqal let the book settle into his lap. He tilted his head back to recline against the wood and fabric of the chair back, letting the wind tousle through his hair.

Off in the distance, he could hear the soft trill of a yuyum's[1] song, presumably hiding somewhere in one of the fruit trees out in the city garden beyond the balcony of his tenement. He closed his eyes and listened, folding his hands atop the book for a moment, waiting.

The sliding door just to his right slid open, and Iqal opened his eyes in anticipation. "Done with it?" Feyik asked, a pair of tall glasses in each hand, each full of a thick, slightly rosy liquid.

"So far, yeah," Iqal said with a crooked smile as he accepted the glass of waya and milk.[2] "I would've thought the war was gonna end with some kind of gigantic clash or whatever."

"Yeah, I know, right?" With a grunt, Feyik sank into his own chair, on the opposite side of a small round table from his friend. The taller, bearded young man, a man of nineteen like Iqal but with a more fair complexion and a sandy blond wave to his hair, slouched back in his seat, pausing to sip at the cool drink in his hand. "I don't know if it's putting a few things into place for you, learning about all the stuff that happened a thousand years ago."

Iqal waggled one hand. "A little bit. I guess it's different for you, since you know better than I do about--"

"--Yeah," the paler student said, adjusting the neck of his tunic with a curl of one finger. "I can kind of see the roots of it."

With a spark of curiosity, Iqal turned in his seat, resting his weight on an elbow propped against the arm of the seat. "I mean, if your family were Saqaliba--"

"--And they were, I know that much." Resting his milk on a thigh, Feyik tilted his head, the tree canopy beyond the balcony railing filling his vision. "I knew we came over just after the Voyages, or maybe as part of them. But I never knew how people like that even got to the Andalus. Now it's just... reading all this stuff where you see how our people got started, you know?" He smiled distantly, a brief pause letting the distant trill of the yuyum come through. "...Kind of wonder if I had an ancestor who was in the war."

Iqal bit down to the inside of his cheek, rubbing at the side of his neck. "Must be nice."

Feyik's eyes immediately tightened at the corners. He grimaced. "Didn't mean to do that. Damn."

"It's fine." Iqal waved a hand, before taking another sip of his drink. He didn't want to dwell on it overlong - the fact that in a country where people placed so much importance on family and bloodlines, where genealogy had been a tradition ages old, Iqal had no path nearly so clear, nor even a sign of himself in the story so far. Only the knowledge that part of him came from Andalusia even while another came from Cawania.

Instead he tapped his free hand against the back of the book. "How's your sister, by the way?"

"She got in at the bimaristan," Feyik said with a proud smile. "She's doing real well in her learning. She'll make a good physician someday."

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In the distance, banners fluttered almost piteously above the walls of Pamplona. None flew from the host assembled beyond the range of the Basque archers - though in truth al-Muntasir had not brought enough to take the city, indeed having sent most of the junds home to their harvest. The Africans he had kept on, dispatching them with 'Amr ibn Hazm to harry and smash the Castilian count and remove that threat. It left al-Muntasir with a reduced but still sizeable force: The core of the Saqaliba Royal Guard, a thousand mounted men and well-armed, some number more of Andalusians, and a body of Christians hired for a pittance of gold he would rather have held on to but parted with as insurance in case this woman tried to screw him over.

Beneath a dark banner, a body of horse rode forth from the city itself, departing from a somewhat larger honour guard of rough-looking men with spears. With them came a small but elegant carriage, a pair of white horses trotting on ahead of it. From atop his horse, al-Muntasir watched it pull closer, folding his arms atop his saddlebow.

Sensing the Caliph's restiveness, Fajr snorted softly and clicked a hoof against the tamped-down grass and rough rocks. Al-Muntasir clucked his tongue. "Easy," he murmured.

He had known the mare long enough to get a sense of her moods. She settled quickly enough, and the man watched as the soldiers around the carriage began to move forward towards the procession, and with them the person who'd been inside the carriage. He slid down from his own horse, nodding to his own men to begin moving forward, hands on blades. Behind him, a thousand men braced, ready to butcher the Basque party should so much as a single infidel dare raise a finger against the Caliph.

As the two parties drew close, al-Muntasir got his first look at her. Part of him vaguely recalled that he and this woman, the Queen of the Basques, were cousins by blood.[3] There was little resemblance, though she wasn't an unattractive woman, sharp-featured and with dark, lustrous hair pouring down over the shoulders of elegant robes in a riot of colours, spilling from beneath the crown of her nation. Even with the flower of youth long past her, there was a sharp, imperial elegance to her face and an intent to her eyes.

The sight of her bothered al-Muntasir - the way she carried herself, straight-backed and chin high. Wrong coming from a woman.

Scowling, the Caliph drew his shoulders up and stepped forward, his own colourful garments rippling around long legs. The crisp wind teased at the blond cascade of his beard.

Bear it, a little corner of his mind urged in a voice terribly like his uncle's. This is a discomfort. An important one. But you have other things to do than waste your time in the mountains.

He nodded to himself. Very well. This needs to end. Lifting his chin further, he strode forward to meet this woman - to accept her accedence if not her submission, and to remind her, politely of course, of her place in the world.[4]


SUMMARY:
1030: Al-Andalus accepts the nominal submission of Pamplona. The Aquitanian-Andalusian War ends. Punitive raids into Castile continue but al-Andalus holds on to Viguera.


[1] An indigenous word referring to the New World orioles - in this case, specifically the orange oriole.
[2] Guava milkshake.
[3] If you don't recall, Al-Muntasir's mother is Buhayr, or Urraca, the daughter of the King of Pamplona, given to Hisham II as a concubine. Urraca is the sister of Sancha's father, Garcia II.
[4] Sincere thanks to @Puget Sound and @TimTurner for nominating this TL for a Turtledove. I'm completely humbled, and glad some folks out there have enjoyed reading this, especially given that it's my first TL.
 
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bimaristan = diseaseland/sickland, which seems a bit awkward. Perhaps bimarkhana? Anway loving the timeline especially how the Cordoban state seems to be relying more and more on indigenous Andalusi.
 
bimaristan = diseaseland/sickland, which seems a bit awkward. Perhaps bimarkhana? Anway loving the timeline especially how the Cordoban state seems to be relying more and more on indigenous Andalusi.
Bimaristan also started being used widely in the medieval period to indicate a hospital and/or a medical academy.
 
Bimaristan also started being used widely in the medieval period to indicate a hospital and/or a medical academy.
Hmm,, didn't know that. I'm a native Hindi speaker, so the loanword might have been transferred differently. Fascinating.
Anyway I love the timeline, probably the best written and well-thought out Al-Andalus TL on the forum!
 
Ooohhhhh if woman are working can i assume ash'ari thought didn't win out. Woman were generally within early islam allowed increasingly involved with medicane so will modern break throughs be done by woman.
 
Ooohhhhh if woman are working can i assume ash'ari thought didn't win out. Woman were generally within early islam allowed increasingly involved with medicane so will modern break throughs be done by woman.
The interesting thing about al-Andalus is that it's not really a core Muslim area. A lot of things were different there - for example, the Andalusians apparently loved their booze, while traditional Islam would forbid that sort of thing. And beyond that, it's an area where the ruler calls himself the Caliph, even though the real Caliph is the Abbasid Caliph, despite the fact that the Muslims cannot have more than one Caliph. (There's also the Fatimid Caliph to consider, of course.) It's not even a doctrinal issue there, it's that the Andalusian Caliphs just declared themselves Caliphs starting from Abd ar-Rahman III.

I don't want to spoil too much of the future, but it's fair to say that we've got about a millennium between the POD and modern times, and it's not a given that Ash'ari thought will win out, or be adhered to universally.
 
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ACT II Part XI: Al-Andalus Through 1033
Excerpt: The Palm of the Distant West Nurtured in the Soils of al-Andalus - Joseph ibn Abram al-Qadisi, AH 442 (AD 1059)


Thus did al-Muntasir travel with his men even to the city walls of Pamplona, where the Queen of the Basques - for as has been said, they recognized a woman as their liege, though unnatural this state of affairs may be to I and to you - did give her recognizance of the supremacy of the caliphal power, and did withdraw her arms from the front of the field. And al-Muntasir was satisfied with the submission of this woman, and did send his forces home, save for those Africans whom he did call close and say to them, "Go to the lands of Castile, and punish the Christian there for his temerity, for he has raised war and calamity against us, and must needs be reminded of the supremacy of the followers of almighty God and his Prophet."

And thus did a host of the Banu Ifran ride to Castile, and imparted great punishment upon them, and even as they so did, did al-Muntasir and the host of the Saqaliba return to Córdoba anon, and he did send the junds home to their harvest, and released some of the hired men from their service.[1]

Now there followed for some time a period of quiet and restfulness, and the land was troubled only by the stirrings of the muwalladun, for they were oft a restive lot, and received for their troubles the attentions of the guard.[2] But few of these were so great as to shatter the years of quiet, and the worst of them were chastised in swift manner, for al-Muntasir had little appetite for a long battle, and preferred to deal with troublemakers expediently.

Now to the capable hand of Mujahid did fall the continued battles on the coast of Sardinya, and though the Christian did harry and trouble the holdings there, neither could they reduce the strongholds of the faithful, there upon the south of the island, and yet, neither did the host of Mujahid sally out to reduce the strongholds of the Christian. And soon the merchantmen of Rome[3] turned their attention away from the faithful, and the host held for the time, and allowed the land to rest, and to heal.

In that time of peace did al-Muntasir content himself with the matters of the state, and of the family, for he had been away for some time, and had not brought his sons with him, for their attention was to be fixed upon their education, and the preparation for noble deeds.

Yet the passage of the years did bring with it sadness, for as the warm months came in the 423rd year,[4], did they bring with them pestilence and sickness, and it descended upon some parts of the land, and in the city, and the fever[5] did claim the lives of some of the faithful.

Now the eldest son of al-Muntasir was named Hisham, and thirteen were the years of his life, and his eyes were bright and his cheeks full, and the vigor of his spirit did please all whom he met. And yet it was the boy, the eldest son of the Caliph, who was seized by the grip of the disease, and placed in his bed, and the court physician was ibn Mus'ab, and did attend the boy's bedside, and attempt to come to grips with the ailment. And al-Muntasir did pray unto God, and beseeched him to spare the life of Hisham.

And yet the ways of God proved mysterious, for the spirit of Hisham did dim, and he perished into the arms of God, and expired with his father's hand in his. And al-Muntasir rent his clothes and wept for his first son, and did mourn most grievously, and secluded himself for some days, and it fell to al-Azraq to mind the affairs of the land in his stead in that time, and the court did mourn as well the death of the boy, the star of his father's eye.

Now the death of Hisham did bring to al-Muntasir's side his third son, Muhammad by name, who was then but a boy of nine, and he was the father's son by Ishraq who was his concubine. And the boy did bring sweets and sing songs to his father, and wiped his tears with fine cloth, and sought to console him in his time of grief. And al-Muntasir's second son was 'Abd Allah, for whom twelve years had passed, and he was sore wroth at the acts of Muhammad, for he feared that their father would favour him, and believed himself to be the one who deserved the greatest of their father's favour. And 'Abd Allah did bring forth sweet things to his father, and sought to console him, and he spoke to him, saying, "Father, you know that I grieve with you, but I have seen my brother Muhammad in secret, and he does celebrate the death of Hisham in this way, and he seeks only glory, and to whisper flattery to you, and to win your favour over all others. Surely you can see this in him, for you are wise and just! Will you not send him away, and choose another as your favourite?"

But al-Muntasir recalled well the bitterness between he and his brother, who was once Abd ar-Rahman IV, and was slain by the conspiracy of their own sister, and he rebuked 'Abd Allah fiercely, and said unto him: "Fie on you, son of mine!, for it is not the place of the eldest son to speak ill against his own blood! Look, I weep for your brother Hisham, who has gone into the bosom of God the most glorious! What a son I have raised, that would so tread upon my grief by denouncing your brother, who is a younger man than you!"

And 'Abd Allah was stung by his rebuke, and did retire into the palace, and from then on he did hold his tongue more, and held a bitterness towards his father, and towards Muhammad his brother. And al-Muntasir did emerge from his grief, then to see to the burial of Hisham, and to return to the daily business of the land.

The peace of the land did linger even in the passage of the pestilence. As the gates opened once more, did al-Muntasir receive word of a great feud across the sea to the south and east of the land, for the overlords of the central Maghreb, the sons of Hammad, did quarrel with their brothers of Mahdia. And Qaid the lord of the central Maghreb did declare his allegiance to the Caliph of Baghdad,[6] who had usurped the authority of the Banu Umayya some years long prior, and wore the title of Caliph unrightfully in the eyes of al-Muntasir. And this allegiance was counter to the oath to the followers of Ali, who reigned upon the Nile, and held overlordship over Ifriqiya, and there was much trifling between them.

And more news, as well, came from far to the east, in the words of traders who carried rare silks and spices from the Land of Sin.[7] And they spoke of savage warriors from vast trackless lands, who warred with the host of the faithful. Al-Muntasir did dismiss these stories, for those lands were far away, and his own lands were in no danger.



[1] Aside from hiring Berbers, Muslim Spain drew its army from a few places: The remnants of the Syrian junds who arrived during the Berber Revolt and settled are one such source, as well as just hiring Christian mercenaries. The trend since al-Mughira has been towards building a strong core force of saqaliba. This has ramifications. Not all of them are nice.
[2] I haven't emphasized it overmuch, but revolts among the Muladi population were not infrequent, though beginning to lessen as more of the population accepts Islam. By this point more Andalusis are Muslims than not. One of the biggest effects of averting Almanzor was this: By buying another fifty to sixty years for al-Andalus, another generation or two has come and gone, and the number of Muslims has gone up relative to the number of Christians.
[3] Specifically the merchant cities of Genoa and Pisa, asked by the Pope to deal with Muslim raids in Sardinia. They're not going to keep it up forever.
[4] April 1032ish.
[5] Typhoid fever.
[6] The Abbasid Caliph.
[7] China.


SUMMARY:
1031: The conflicts in Sardinia begin to cool down as the host of Mujahid holds southern reaches of the island and the attentions of the Italian merchant republics begin to drift.
1032: An outbreak of typhoid fever sweeps through Iberia. While it's not a major one, it nevertheless kills Caliph al-Muntasir's first son, 13-year-old Hisham.
1033: In Africa, Qaid ibn Hammad, the governor of the central Maghreb, converts from Shia to Sunni and breaks his oath to the Fatimids. The Qaidid Emirate is established, in opposition to the Zirids of Ifriqiya.
1033: The Seljuk Turks are stirring.
 
Well Qaidid emirate screwed isn't it? Shia/ fatimids are right now the are the most powerful faction in islam, with your divergances you might actually have a shia middle east but sunni persia. Umayyad might move in to 'correct' their allegiance, or form a buffer from that fatimid death blob.
A couple more years till Seljuk rofl stomp everyone.
Just a random question how do fatimids, abbasids and umayyads talk to each other? as all are enemies and see them selfs as rightful successors of muhammad.
How bad is the islamic schism right now?
 
Well Qaidid emirate screwed isn't it?
Not necessarily. The Fatimids at this point are strong, albeit struggling with internal frictions and the fallout from al-Hakim's reign, but the Qaidids are basically the OTL Hammadids, who lasted for 150 years. Broadly, Fatimid authority in North Africa waned somewhat once they relocated to Egypt. Even the Zirids were hard for them to control.

That said, the OTL Fatimids did eventually get revenge by sending the Banu Hilal westward, who then spent a good while kicking the tar out of the Fatimids' former vassals.
 
The Fatimid may still be powerful in their core lands, but north Africa is a pain to control even when you're here, so ruling it from Cairo should be even harder. They probably only rule through proxy by having friendly tribes, and asserting their authority would mean empowering another tribe to strike at their rebellious vassals. Even then, you'd probably only push the rebels underground or into the desert.

The Umayyad could intervene and try to help the Sunni tribes to pull them in their orbit instead of them nominally accepting the Abbasid as their caliph, but the north Africans tended to be more conservative, and it would probably be hard to make them recognize an Andalusian caliph. They already have enough trouble with the tribes under them in the Maghreb.

Edit: more information about how the different Muslim realms interact would be welcome, both on temporal and theological matters. How is trade doing in the Mediterranean too? I suppose the Andalusians trade a lot with the Middle East? How is the naval situation overall? They must be strong enough at sea to be able to invade Sardinia, and then supply it despite Genoa and Pisa intervening.

Edit2: forgot to say this, but this TL is very good! This is not a period or area I have much knowledge about, and I'm learning a lot.
 
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