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Chapters (92)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. I - MUSTA’RIB
  4. I
  5. II
  6. III
  7. IV
  8. V
  9. VI
  10. VII
  11. VIII
  12. IX
  13. X
  14. XI
  15. XII
  16. XIII
  17. XIV
  18. XV
  19. XVI
  20. XVII
  21. XVIII
  22. XIX
  23. XX
  24. XXI
  25. XXII
  26. XXIII
  27. XXIV
  28. II - CRUCESIGNATI
  29. I
  30. II
  31. III
  32. IV
  33. V
  34. VI
  35. VII
  36. VIII
  37. IX
  38. X
  39. XI
  40. XII
  41. XIII
  42. XIV
  43. XV
  44. XVI
  45. XVII
  46. XVIII
  47. XIX
  48. XX
  49. XXI
  50. XXII
  51. XXIII
  52. XXIV
  53. XXV
  54. XXVI
  55. XXVII
  56. XXVIII
  57. XXIX
  58. XXX
  59. XXXI
  60. III - NAVIGATOR
  61. I
  62. II
  63. III
  64. IV
  65. V
  66. VI
  67. VII
  68. VIII
  69. IX
  70. X
  71. XI
  72. XII
  73. XIII
  74. XIV
  75. XV
  76. XVI
  77. XVII
  78. XVIII
  79. XIX
  80. XX
  81. XXI
  82. XXII
  83. XXIII
  84. XXIV
  85. XXV
  86. XXVI
  87. XXVII
  88. XXVIII
  89. EPILOGUE
  90. I
  91. II
  92. Afterword

When he got back to Subh’s house he found his own clothes had been taken away for mending and cleaning, to be replaced by a set of clean, crisp white robes that would have suited any Moor. There was even a turban.

‘My,’ Subh said, when she met him at the gate. ‘Has your skin been oiled? You even smell civilised.’

His head full of her perfume, he could only reply, ‘Lady, I’ll take that as a compliment.’ He offered her his arm.

They walked the short distance to Seville’s royal palace, which the Moors called the al-qasr al-Mubarak, the Blessed Palace. Somehow it didn’t surprise Peter at all that Subh was held in high enough esteem by the emir to have been granted the use of rooms in his palace to meet her scholars.

They were met by one of the emir’s staff, a sleek chamberlain with a scalp shaved smooth and polished oak-brown. He led them on a gentle walk through the rooms of the palace, which led from one to the other in the indirect Moorish style, filled with water-reflected light from patios and gardens. In some of the rooms they glimpsed people at leisure, wives and princes perhaps, and palace staff who worked on the business of running the emirate.

‘I’m impressed you organised this so quickly,’ he said.

‘We may need to be hasty, if the rumours I’ve been hearing about the Christians’ plans are true. We have a few years at best before Seville is besieged the way Cordoba was. So we must get on with it. But tell me - do you despair of the quality of our scholars in these latter days? After all the great age of the caliphate is long gone.’

‘Not at all. I have studied Ibn Rushd, for instance, whom we know as Averroes. An astronomer, physician, philosopher, who is generally believed to have produced the best commentary on Aristotle since antiquity, and stirred up some trouble with it. Ibn Bajjah, a teacher of medicine, and tutor of Ibn Rushd. Al-Jayyani, who wrote commentaries on Euclid. Al-Maghribi, famous for trigonometry. Al-Zarqali, the foremost astronomer—’

‘Enough. You have convinced me. You know,’ she mused, ‘these scholars are heroes to you. But my son’s heroes are men like Tariq and Saladin. Warriors. Makes you think.’

‘I’ll tell you something else about Muslim learning. Many Arabic words have no Latin equivalents, because the scholarship is so much more advanced. So when the work of Ibn Rushd, for instance, is translated into Latin, the Arabic words are copied over as they are. Alkali. Camphor. Borax. Elixir. Algebra. Azure. Zenith. Nadir. Zero. Cipher—’

‘Enough of your lists, boy!’

‘Do you think that people in England and Germany will end up speaking Arabic without even knowing it?’

‘Now that,’ she said, ‘is a delicious thought.’