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"A Land of Saints and Monsters," by Isabel Cañas
Northeastern Rûm, 487 Hicri (1094 AD)
Rûm. In these open, sun-white steppes west of the caliphate, these black craggy mountains, saints like the dervish Ilyas and I run wild. Our hair free and bleached red, our cheeks stung by wind, our powers unseen and unfettered.
And so we would remain, if we chose solitude and the wilderness. If we choose otherwise, Ilyas once warned, we pay the price.
I chose Armen. And I paid that price with my freedom.
Legend says the caliph gave Melik Danişmend his own banner to raise as he and his warrior gazis set out west from Baghdad. To Rûm the pious king rode, and with the black standard high, he and his raiding cavalry devoured the land between Melitene and Sebastia. His conquests swept to Evdokia. To Amaseia, which he named Harşana.
To me.
And it is easy to claim a young woman as bounty. Easier still for a warrior of the faith to bind a saint to his cause, when he knows verses heavier than any shackles.
A part of me cannot begrudge his actions. It was the decision of a canny leader, to enslave a saint. He saw what burned in me, took my uncalloused hands, and put a mace in them. He made me a warrior. He made me more than that.
I became his weapon.
And as Melik Danişmend’s conquests brought him closer to the shores of the Pontic Sea, where mist-girdled mountains studded with Roman fortresses dove into dagger-edge valleys, I learned that it was wise to have such a weapon.
For these forests are home to monsters.
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“We’re being stalked.”
It’s dawn, cold and sheathed in mist blue as steel, when Armen appears before Melik Danişmend to give his report. I stand a half step behind Melik, a slave’s respectful distance from the king, but I peer unabashedly at Armen. Rations are lean and night watches long near the end of campaign season, but I hunger for the sight of him more than any hot meal or uninterrupted rest. For the certainty of his presence near me. For the opportunity, however brief, to see how he is faring.
Badly, it seems. Though the hold of his shoulders is resolute, sleeplessness weighs beneath his eyes like a bruise. His dark hair is tied away from his face; there are premature hollows and deep lines around his usually easy mouth. Though I see him too little to know if this exhaustion is due to the end of the season or something worse, I fear it is the latter.
Around us, tents and sleeping pallets collapse in on themselves with haste. Horses toss their heads; they taste the bite of anxiety on the autumn air and stamp impatiently. Gazi warriors cast glances over their shoulders, bark at one another to be quicker. Their tempers have the short burn of men who know they are being watched.
The men standing guard saw something in the night, Armen reports; unlike other nights, however, all the gazis are accounted for. Melik Danişmend’s brow furrows. We are four days’ ride yet from Sivas, the name the Turks have given Sebastia. That means three nights without the protection of its walls.
“Be alert,” the king tells me.
I nod my assent, but my eyes fix on Armen’s retreating back. He never once looked at me once as he spoke to Melik. The awareness of this aches dully in my breast, a thumb pressed into a yellowing bruise.
Before we ride, the men turn south and Melik leads them in prayer. I hang back with the horses, pretending to occupy myself with mending a stirrup leather damaged in our last raid. I listen to the sweep of their clothing as foreheads bow to earth; to the fear humming on the air, lacing the prayers with a sick melody.
Armen is among them. I know why he avoids me—to protect me from Melik’s ire. The words we exchange are skittish, ginger. It feels as if a limb has been broken off, this distance between us.
You’re home, we once swore to one another, the warmth of our breath mingling in the dark of the fortress courtyard.
I know guilt keeps him from my side. In a way, they are his fault, these shackles of mine. My place at Melik’s side. How I was strapped to a stake in a fortress not unlike the ones we have since helped the king sack. In my hour of direst need, when my own father called me a demon, when smoke blackened my throat as I screamed for help, Armen was already gone.
Yes, it is Armen’s fault I was left alone. But when I was saved, when I was given shelter, I was the one who chose to turn my back on the other saints.
I chose Armen.
The fault for what befell me afterwards is all my own.
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osmanonlines · 2 years
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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE
QUALIFYING ROUND: 61st Tilt
Turgut Alp, Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019) VS. Elendil, The Rings of Power (2022-)
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Turgut Alp, Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019) Portrayed by: Cengiz Coşkun
“The shit this man GOES THROUGH. It would be impossible not to love him anyway, but on TOP OF IT ALL he looks like THAT. LOOK AT HIM. The height, the physique, hair, the gaze, the nose. THE AXE. FIND ME A MORE **PERFECT** SPECIMEN OF M A N. He unites every extreme in the most attractive way – gentle with the women he loves, so brutal when he inevitably has to avenge them; incredibly loyal and also just ADORABLE with kids.”
Elendil, The Rings of Power (2022-) Portrayed by: Lloyd Owen
“The fandom calls him ‘Elendilf’ and there's a reason for that!”
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perioddramapolls · 7 months
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Period dramas dresses tournament: Grey/Silver dresses Round 1- Group B: Maid Marian, The adventures of Robin Hood (gifset) vs Helena hatun, Dirilis Ertugrul
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ammaribnazizahmed · 7 months
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NEW BLOG POST!
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Dirilis Ertugrul: Part 5 - The Mamluk Sultanate of Egypt & Syria
With the rise in popularity of Dirilis Ertugrul, I attempt in this article to provide some historical information around the various mamluk dynasties throughout the ages as well the depiction of the Mamluks of Egypt & Syria in Dirilis Ertugrul.
Note: This article is quite extensive and may contain spoilers for watchers of the various Turkish historical series.
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caesarsaladinn · 1 year
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that guy really dirilişes my ertuğrul if you know what I'm saying
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Resurrection Ertugrul (Dirilis Ertugrul) Turkish Drama Relationship Chart
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decoryear · 15 days
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Hotnesia – WhatsApp uji boba fitur “Rekonsiliasi“, tengah menguji coba fitur baru tersebut. Fitur ini bertujuan untuk membantu pengguna kembali terhubung dengan orang-orang yang sudah lama tidak dihubungi. Fitur Rekonsiliasi akan merekomendasikan akun-akun yang jarang diajak berinteraksi. Rekomendasi ini akan muncul di menu Chats, terpisah dari daftar percakapan yang sudah ada. Pengguna dapat…
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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE
QUALIFYING ROUND: 105th Tilt
Gu Tingye, The Story of Minglan (2018) VS. Gündoğdu Bey, Resurrection: Ertuğrul {Diriliş: Ertuğrul} (2014-2019)
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Gu Tingye, The Story of Minglan (2018) Portrayed by: Feng Shaofeng
"Clever, kind, and loyal. Smart-ass of THE CENTURY. He puts up with no shit, plays a mean game of polo, kicks ass in war, and loves his wife only *slightly* less than he loves his children. He is sharp and sassy and sexy as hell--like a kind of Chinese James Spader. Hot Husband with a double capital "H" and Major General DILF.
Gündoğdu Bey, Resurrection: Ertuğrul {Diriliş: Ertuğrul} (2014-2019) Portrayed by: Kaan Taşaner
“This man took me on such an emotional rollercoaster, and somehow he managed to become MY GUY? My little meow meow? He's complex, okay? He is CONSTANTLY put into SITUATIONS, and he messes up (bad a lot of the time), but he never stops TRYING to do what he thinks is right. When he's being an obtuse fool I could just PUNCH HIM but when he's got his head on straight. OWF. Powerful. And I mean, watch The Scene (you know, where he saves Ertuğrul's ass) and tell me he's not hot. I dare you.”
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Period dramas dresses tournament: Grey/Silver dresses Round 2- Group B: Helena hatun, Dirilis Ertugrul vs Elizabeth of York, The white princess (gifset)
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