A Sultan in Palermo by Tariq Ali

that Philip had always demonstrated to the Sultan, of his administrative skills and how he had done his utmost to prevent injustices on the island. Even though he had not always succeeded, the Barons and other land-thieves saw him as an enemy, an obstacle that had to be removed if their cause was to triumph in the Two Kingdoms.
    They heard him in silence.
    It was the Amir who raised the first question. ‘They will try him, find him guilty and burn him. And we are to watch this powerless and without making any attempt to save him.’
    Idrisi responded: ‘That is what he desires. He feels anything else would be regarded as a provocation and could unleash a bloodbath throughout the island, especially where we are still strong as in Siracusa and Noto.’
    Next Abu Khalid spoke. ‘Respected Abu Walid, not a single day passes without our land being transferred to their Church or the Barons. Even here, where you say we are strong, our people have become slaves. We are forced to work for them on the land and kill and die for them in the Sultan’s armies. They don’t trust us at all. That is why they bring the barbarians from the North to oppress us. Lombards they call them. These rude animals helped to destroy the great empire of the Romans. Now they adorn themselves with wooden crosses around their necks, but their heads remain empty. Anything the monks tell them is impure they kill. They dishonour our women and subject our men to unbearable tortures, leaving them to die slowly in the sun after they have been disembowelled. And all this to drive us off the lands they covet. If we delay too long, there will be nobody left to resist them. How long can we wait? Should we fight or leave while we are still alive? Perhaps Ibn Hamdis made the right choice seventy-five years ago, when he left this city and sought refuge with the Amir of Majorca.’
    Idrisi was moved by his son-in-law’s passion, but Philip had convinced him that timing was crucial. How many battles had been lost because the Amirs had chosen the wrong moment to confront the enemy or each other? He explained all this in a soft voice, while stressing that he was well aware of the cruelties that were being inflicted on the people.
    ‘Never forget that it is sometimes possible to destroy the enemy, not by force of arms which we lack, but by the strength of the knowledge that we have accumulated over the last five hundred years. That is why my friend is still the Amir of Siracusa and Rujari converses with me in Arabic. At the moment our strength lies in this: the Franks have no other way of ruling this island. We must not run away from what lies ahead. You spoke of Ibn Hamdis, but his example is not a good one. The poet of Siracusa was never happy anywhere else. Siqilliya was the mother who fed him, Majorca the aunt whose breasts were milkless. Wherever he went he wrote of Siqilliya. Remember? This is Allah’s country / Abandon its spaces and / your aspirations to e arth will be shattered. And later in the same poem he writes: Chain yourself to the beloved homeland / Die in your own abode / And as the mind refuses to try out poison / Reject the thought of exile. He is not a good example. He was never happy anywhere else.’
    But Khalid’s father was not prepared to surrender so easily.
    ‘Respected father, how would you respond to the words of Abd al-Halim? I loved Siqilliya / In my first youth she seemed a garden of eternal felicity / Scarce had I reached maturity / Behold, the land became a burning gehenna.’
    Idrisi smiled. ‘Good sentiments do not always make good poetry, my son. I agree with your poet, but to state the obvious is not a solution.’
    Those within this small circle who spoke later merely repeated in different words what Idrisi had already stated. No decisions were made and nothing irrevocable said. If a Nazarene had been present, there was little he could have reported that had not been said before on many occasions. And yet underlying everything