T h e B l a c k S t o n e 20 Thumal enters leading young Caliph al-Muqtadir who is being dragged like a feather in the wind. Thumal: My Lady! The Caliph is here. Al-Sayyida: My son! My son! She takes him by hand and they both sit on the couch. She pats his shoulders and fixes his garment, saying: Al-Sayyida: It has been two whole days since I last saw you! May Ali ibn al-Mu‘taz be cursed! Al-Muqtadir: Mother, what happened? Al-Sayyida: This morning Abullah ibn al-Mu‘taz sent for you commanding that you leave to the residence of Ibn Taher so that he is able to move to the Caliphate Residence. I acted without your knowledge and instructed Mu’nis al-Khadim, Mu’nis al-Khazin, Gharib al-Khal, our courtiers and followers to go and fight Abullah ibn al-Mu‘taz.
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