Once Rolando II gave approval for an expedition, Prince Juan, assembled and army in Africa with astonishing speed. A majority of his forces were known as “Saharan Moors”[1] tough mounted tribesmen from beyond the borders. They joined him in a steady stream as he marched east from Mersa. At Dzayer companies from Tlemsen and Tiaret were added to the army, but these were token forces furnished to satisfy the demand of their larger neighbor. From Dzayer, Juan began a march along the coast along side a flotilla of supply ships.
In Toledo, the Prince of Catalonia had a hard time forming an army. Rolando II was reluctant to send forces to Tunis and the prince was only able to draft the newest legion from the Central District.[2] Even with the Black Company offered by Don Ferran and his own Catalonians, he had to go to the royal council. They were the only ones with the armies to help. A promise of expenses paid and a chance to assert independence and influence against the king brought them around. However they refused to be subordinated to the traditional military command in general and Juan de Lacon in particular. They put forth Ludiz de Clarós from Córdoba as their leader though he was untried.
At Tunis, Juan found a few military engineers and supplies waiting for him but little in the way of reinforcements. The invasion of Calabria was reaching its climax with the siege of Reggio, the last rebel stronghold on the mainland. Annoyed but undaunted, Juan and the Berber kings set out along the Roman Road. The pace of the army was slowed by the siege engines they brought out of Tunis but with rumors of Kairouan being readied for war by the Tripolitans and the prospect of eastern reinforcements Juan was cautious.
A welcome surprise greeted them at Susa in the form of the fleet from Spaña assembled by Pedro that winter. Prince Juan was gratified to find that while f
idalgin[3] Ludiz was determined to command his own troops he readily took advice from the Duke de Lacon and Almagre brothers leading the Black Company. He reported favorably on the young man in a letter to Pedro.
The Spaniards were reluctant to march inland immedaitely but Jalal’s horsemen launched vicious raids throughout the region. The Spaniards had already encountered and fought off several on the march toward Susa. Aware of the pressure Pedro was under, Juan felt he had to provide results.
On the Muslim side, Jalal Altuni left his second in charge of Kairouan and went to Capés to greet his reinforcements. Jalal expected some assistance from al-Askar, but not the presence of Caliph Hisham VII himself. While able to keep up a pleasant mask, it quickly became clear that Hisham VII was a stunted cutting from the tree of his ancestors.
Upon gaining the throne, most of Hisham’s male relatives met with mysterious accidents or simply vanished. The survivors escaped to take refuge in the Eastern Empire or with the Persians. When the summons came from Jalal, Hisham ignored the advice of his court and personally lead the army to war, bringing a number of luxuries on campaign including several favorites from his own harem.[4] On the road Jalal was forced to listen as Hisham declaimed grand schemes for asserting himself in the west and Syria. Jalal noted that while Hisham wanted the help of Jalal’s armies, Jalal himself would be left behind to guard the sea. Consequently Jalal prefered to spend time talking to the mercenary captains that made up most of Hisham’s army.
Before reaching Kairouan, Jalal received word the Spaniards were resupplying at Susa. He persuaded Hisham to continue on without him and make a grand entrance signifying the return of the city to the True Faith. Jalal would take the combined cavalry and try his best to slow the Spaniards to allow Hisham time to prepare.
Jalal avoided pitched battles with the Christians, carefully drawing the Spaniards north of Kairouan. The Spaniards exercised strong discipline, continuing their methodical march and too cool headed to take the bait but not all their allies were the same.
After a day of attacks and still stinging from the defeat Jalal inflicted on him the previous year, Tanan of Tunis could not be restrained. On a raid led by Jalal himself, Tanan set out after him with as many Tunisian soldiers as he could muster. They were gone before anyone could stop them. King Masighalo pleaded with Prince Juan to help his heir until Juan sent the Almagre brothers and the Black Company to bring him back but it was already too late. Finding him separated from the main army, Jalal struck with everything at his command an annihilated Tanan.
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“Defense square!” Sancho Almagre shouted.
Even before he called, the Black Company was already moving. They were experienced soldiers and knew the stakes. Fifteen hundred men formed made a square bristling with pikes and halberds with Sancho in the center. Those in the rear pike ranks brought up large shields to deflect missiles. They knew what was coming the instant they saw the wreck of the Tunisians.
Jalal did not disappoint, arrows flew thick and fast from the Turkish horsemen, while the Arab cavalry flung heavy javelins. Wild shouts and screams accompanied the missiles, the enemy delighted at the trap they’d sprung and eager to unnerve the company. Men fell but not many, not yet. Protected by the square, crossbow men from the Catalonian coast braved the storm to launch bolts of their own, forcing the cavalry to shoot while on the move.
“Ride little brother,” he whispered.
Sancho had ordered his brother Alfonso back to the main army with his cavalry. They were too outnumbered to do any good and it was vital his brother reach the Prince. Protected from most missiles by heavy armor, Sancho quickly unlimbered his spyglass and saw several Muslim messengers galloping off to the south east. It was to be a race.
* * * * *
Jalal’s message to Hisham VII was brief:
Come now and Allah be praised, we can take them!
Hisham needed little encouragement. He was already frustrated at stewing in Kairouan while Jalal met the enemy. The Spaniards had routed his great-grandfather’s army on Crete, this time would be different. He had already begun to move when the message reached him. Hisham would not let that arrogant upstart gain even more glory. It was time to remind him just who held the superior position. He turned his army north and ordered a fast march.
* * * * *
Sancho felt his stomach lurch when he saw the dust cloud to the south. They’d made an excellent showing while outnumbered but thousands of enemy infantry would drown them. A flag appeared out of the cloud, red with a white sun. He had no way of knowing how close the others were. He was about to ask for negotiations when a trumpet sounded to the east. A moment later thousands of horsemen appeared under a crimson flag with palms. The flag of Córdoba. They divided around his men, striking the enemy on two sides before they could react.
Sancho began calling orders. Two quick crossbow volleys while the pikes broke their square and began falling back. They left behind over two hundred dead and some very badly wounded. Looking at them with regret, Sancho promised himself to return.
* * * * *
Hisham VII saw the Spaniards frantically retreating and laughed.
“Where are you going Ibn Rushtu?” he taunted as Jalal retreated before the ferocious Spañan attack. “Do you suddenly have a crisis of faith?”
He ordered his men forward and the Spaniards gratifyingly dispersed before him. He hurried them on to meet the main Spañan army before it could form up into those frustrating squares that were so hard to break. The men shouted. They saw their enemy fleeing before them. He ignored the voices of his captains calling a halt. “On! On to victory!”
The Muslim forces crested a small rise in the ground and immediately slammed into the enemy.
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Jalal waited. Toghan and Muizz hurried up to him. The plan was going well so far. Hisham was as reckless as he’d appeared after all, and as useless. His scouts had warned him when the Spaniards were coming and he’d managed to keep a rapid withdrawal under control. Hisham might be fool enough to the think the enemy horsemen were done but Jalal knew better.
“When?” Toghan asked. “How long do we wait?”
What passed between the three of them was not exactly family feeling, though they all had ancestors closely related enough. He had not known them until they preceded Hisham’s arrival but he’d recognized disaffection when he saw it. Hisham both needed and feared them. He’d seen how weak the Makanid power base was during his last trip east. This army represented a substantial commitment on the Caliph’s part and after careful shuffling, a minor one for Jalal. Sudden movement caught his eye. He whipped out his spyglass and trained it on a spot to the north. There, the signal, a black flag.
“Now!”
* * * * *
Hisham had no choice but to admit he was in trouble. The front line had dissolved into chaos. The Berbers broke and fled but behind them came the disciplined Spañan infantry already arrayed into formations. Sleeves of crossbowmen with pikemen in a long line. Dozens of his men went down before they could reform and raise shields. The Spaniards advanced slowly but methodically.
Run and live, they seemed to be saying.
Stand and we will grind you into the dust.
It was already too late to run. The cavalry he’d thought dispersed was already reformed and on his flanks. The sides of his army were not experienced enough to stand up to that, not once they hit the Spañan infantry. He needed a miracle.
* * * * *
Jalal laughed as he threw a javelin at one of the fleeing horsemen. A lucky shot, it knocked the rider off his mount and he crashed to the ground allowing Jalal to walk up and take his horse. Jalal looked down a casually speared him under the arm. Intent on crushing Hisham’s men, the Spaniards had not kept sufficient watch on him and when he regrouped they were overwhelmed. Now Toghan and Muizz were visiting destruction on the flanks of the Spaniards with impunity. Hundreds of the enemy were out of the battle for the day, if not killed.
His own men reinforced Hisham as they drove against the three squares still on the field. There might have been seven or eight thousand of them holding. He spared a minute of admiration for their discipline. The contrast with their local allies was stark. Only Manad’s flag remained. He’d worked hard to make the Berbers fear him though luck had as much to do with it as anything.
Still, Hisham had suffered heavy losses. Over a thousand so far. If the Spaniards held together they could conceivably weather the attack until they ran out of water, which would be some time if he knew them. Hisham would batter them further weakening himself while Jalal got the credit for the reverses. One of the Makanid captains, Nasir al-Matin, might have seen Jalal was letting Hisham take the brunt of the attack but Nasir was hit by a bolt and in no condition to pursue his suspicions. Shahid looked at him thoughtfully but not suspicious.
Then it happened. A sudden convulsion in the right square. The banner of Sevilla dipped and there was a ripple Jalal could follow. Then the cry, heard even over the noise of battle.
“The prince, the prince is down!”
“Hit them! Push! NOW NOW!” Jalal shouted, standing in his stirrups. Others took up the call. At his side Hisham was bellowing triumph and actually quoting verses. Glaring at him in disgust, a wild idea suddenly entered Jalal’s head. Did he dare?
* * * * *
“My prince!” Alfonso Almagre shouted. He flew off his horse but Juan had already hit the ground, an arrow jutting from under his visor between the steel frame and mesh covering the rest of his face. Alfonso tugged off his glove and removed the prince’s helmet only to confirm what he already knew. Juan was dead.
“The prince! The prince is down!”
Others had seen, Alfonso leaped to steady the banner but the damage was done. Heads turned all around the square. The officers screamed to hold, but it was too late. The Makanid army was already surging forward, hammering the right square and the square was too stunned to react in time. It cracked open and enemy troops poured in, ripping terrible holes in the formation.
Alfonso drew his sword and stood over the body of the prince.
* * * * *
During the battle, an arrow struck Juan Prince of Sevilla and he died. His formation was attacked by the Muslim troops shortly after and broken. Alfonso Almagre was able to seize the body of the prince and retreat to where Duke de Lacon was trying to re-establish a defense, but attacks from Jalal Altuni’s cavalry made it difficult to maintain formation and King Masighalo and the remaining Tunisians panicked and fled. This caused Duke de Lacon’s defensive square to break entirely. The situation looked bleak. Then Sancho Almagre, his household guard and the ducal cavalry made a last stand to buy time for the rest to retreat
Most details of the stand are unknown, but all were killed by the Muslims. Strangely, there was no pursuit, nor was any advantage taken after the disaster. Later that the Spaniards learned that during the last stand of Almagre, Hisham VII was also struck down. In later years, songs would be made celebrating single combat between Sancho and the Caliph, but the event clearly belongs to genre poetry rather than history. Most Muslim accounts have Hisham VII with his men.
Upon the death of the Caliph, the Makanid empire began to eat itself. The death of so many of their family at the hands of Hisham led to no clear successor. As infighting began, various generals took sides on behalf of child or infant claimants. Chaos engulfed the Muslim east.
* * * * *
In Tripoli, Jalal smiled. He had all of the cavalry Hisham brought west and was already sending out quiet messages to people in Egypt. He would pick his moment. Just as he’d done with Hisham VII when he stood behind the Successor to the Successors of Mohammad and, after victory was assured, calmly plunged a sword into the back of his neck.
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[1]As noted before, Moor here means “Berbers not under the rule of Spaña.”
[2]During the succession war, the entire state was divided into military districts, but these are to formalize which units are responsible for which areas and do not reflect political or administrative divisions. The provinces remain the same as ever.
[3]Meaning “son of someone.” Spelling and meaning are slightly changed from OTL to reflect the greater permanence.
[4]Longtime readers with exceptional memories might recall the earlier Makanids were noted for eschewing the harem and strict adherence to the 4-wives rule.
Sorry, this one is extra long. Think of it as a bonus for skipping a week. I hope you can follow the quick PoV changes. They're supposed to make it read faster but the format might defeat me here.
ED: The battle box indicates the Kairouan was recaptured, but this is incorrect and a remnant of an earlier draft. I'll fix it later.