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True20 Al-Qadim: Zakharan Nights (updated 6/21/06)
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<blockquote data-quote="The Shadow" data-source="post: 2588872" data-attributes="member: 16760"><p><strong>Handout: The Former Madman's Tale</strong></p><p></p><p>Yazid found no greater joy in life in listening to Farraj playing the zephir, but alas the departure of the three men and the sorcerer-in-a-chest was imminent. The company of Hanifi tribesmen would ride to the oasis with Yazid and help the people there as they were able, while the small entourage traveled to Huzuz. But that is a story for another time.</p><p></p><p>Thus, on the eve of their imminent departure, Yazid invited those three noble men to private audience within his tent. “My heart still weeps for wrongly accusing you and for being a poor host to the worthy and righteous. But know that I have been wrongly accused by the djinni, and you shall soon learn why I do not trust Huzuz or the Caliph. These things which I speak cannot be uttered, and thus I trust in your confidence.</p><p></p><p>“Eight years ago, my brother Mu’awiya, blessed be the fool, found me groveling in the desert, calling out for “Hakiziman!” I had become lost in a sandstorm and, following the advice of my dear mother, I sought out the eye of the storm. The winds grew fierce and I collapsed, thinking I would soon be buried alive. Just then – for God is infinite in His wisdom and His timing – I found a gilded chest buried in the sand. Pulling it toward me, to my horror I saw that it was in the clutches of a skeleton. At once, fearing for my life, I put the chest down, but it was too late, and all about my hideous shapes moved in the storm – horned djinni on fearsome beasts, phantasms that were real and yet only existed in my mind at the same time. As if with one voice they called to me: ‘Repentance, oh misguided one! Long has your family tormented us, and long shall be your torment if you persist in their wicked ways!’</p><p></p><p>“Not knowing of what the beings spoke, I pleaded. “Have mercy on me, for I am guilty of no wrong doing!’”</p><p></p><p>“’Did you not seek to steal the treasure of his lord, the effulgent, the magnanimous, the far-seeing Malik Hakiziman?’”</p><p></p><p>“’Truly I did not,’ was my reply. ‘I only saw the chest and hoped that in the sand I might find shelter. <em>For where there is one oasis, there are many springs</em> – goes the saying.’</p><p></p><p>“Their laughter was deafening, like the clash of hooves on battle shields, or the roar of thunder, or the collapse of a mountain. ‘You are as poor a thief as you are a liar! For we have seen you stealing Malik Hakiziman’s treasure, and for this you must be punished. If not now, then in a year. If not here, then we will find you in Huzuz, for there we have many eyes in the Caliph’s court which see everything!’</p><p></p><p>“Fearing for my life, I fled into the storm, pursued by the wicked djinni who called after me, ‘In the name of Hakiziman, you only prolong the inevitable!’ How I escaped to my brother’s arms, I do not know, but it was the mercy of God that rescued me from the djinni, the wrath of the djinni that drove me mad, and the music of God that healed my madness. Inshallah.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Shadow, post: 2588872, member: 16760"] [b]Handout: The Former Madman's Tale[/b] Yazid found no greater joy in life in listening to Farraj playing the zephir, but alas the departure of the three men and the sorcerer-in-a-chest was imminent. The company of Hanifi tribesmen would ride to the oasis with Yazid and help the people there as they were able, while the small entourage traveled to Huzuz. But that is a story for another time. Thus, on the eve of their imminent departure, Yazid invited those three noble men to private audience within his tent. “My heart still weeps for wrongly accusing you and for being a poor host to the worthy and righteous. But know that I have been wrongly accused by the djinni, and you shall soon learn why I do not trust Huzuz or the Caliph. These things which I speak cannot be uttered, and thus I trust in your confidence. “Eight years ago, my brother Mu’awiya, blessed be the fool, found me groveling in the desert, calling out for “Hakiziman!” I had become lost in a sandstorm and, following the advice of my dear mother, I sought out the eye of the storm. The winds grew fierce and I collapsed, thinking I would soon be buried alive. Just then – for God is infinite in His wisdom and His timing – I found a gilded chest buried in the sand. Pulling it toward me, to my horror I saw that it was in the clutches of a skeleton. At once, fearing for my life, I put the chest down, but it was too late, and all about my hideous shapes moved in the storm – horned djinni on fearsome beasts, phantasms that were real and yet only existed in my mind at the same time. As if with one voice they called to me: ‘Repentance, oh misguided one! Long has your family tormented us, and long shall be your torment if you persist in their wicked ways!’ “Not knowing of what the beings spoke, I pleaded. “Have mercy on me, for I am guilty of no wrong doing!’” “’Did you not seek to steal the treasure of his lord, the effulgent, the magnanimous, the far-seeing Malik Hakiziman?’” “’Truly I did not,’ was my reply. ‘I only saw the chest and hoped that in the sand I might find shelter. [i]For where there is one oasis, there are many springs[/i] – goes the saying.’ “Their laughter was deafening, like the clash of hooves on battle shields, or the roar of thunder, or the collapse of a mountain. ‘You are as poor a thief as you are a liar! For we have seen you stealing Malik Hakiziman’s treasure, and for this you must be punished. If not now, then in a year. If not here, then we will find you in Huzuz, for there we have many eyes in the Caliph’s court which see everything!’ “Fearing for my life, I fled into the storm, pursued by the wicked djinni who called after me, ‘In the name of Hakiziman, you only prolong the inevitable!’ How I escaped to my brother’s arms, I do not know, but it was the mercy of God that rescued me from the djinni, the wrath of the djinni that drove me mad, and the music of God that healed my madness. Inshallah.” [/QUOTE]
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