Stepping down from the dais, the Caliph approached Al-Hakam, placing a hand upon the Vizier's shoulder.
"You have not merely brought me weapons, Al-Hakam, Granada is the beating heart of our trade, the jewel of Al-Andalus, where the wealth of a hundred nations flows through our markets. It requires a ruler who understands the shifting tides of commerce, a man whose mind can bridge the gap between our ancient traditions and this terrifying new industry."
The Caliph drew his ceremonial sword in honor, resting the flat of the blade lightly against Al-Hakam's shoulder.
"Kneel, Vizier Al-Hakam," the sovereign commanded softly.
Heart pounding with shock and elation, Al-Hakam immediately dropped to one knee upon the marble floor, bowing his head.
