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any tips for getting into alternative history and managing to preserve a sense of realism when writing it?
hi i'm really sloshed so this is going to be incoherent but ask if you want more advice when i'm sober
no joke the most accessible entry-level alt-hist nowadays is paradox game mods. they tend to focus on more granular ideas and characters, there's a lot of conventions set out by the community i dislike but it's much finer than a lot of older literary alt-hist. tired of that "ohhhh what if the south won the civil war shit" for middle aged american fathers
The core project of mine is based on an inversion of certain standards of realism, but in order to accomplish that inversion i need to understand what gives an alt-history a sense of realism or rather - makes it believable - the crux is materialism. your alt-history can be as wildly creative with the individuals and chains of events as long as the consequences are *materialistically* viable. analyze real history, why decisions were made and events transpired in a particular way, most of all, what strictly constrained them? consider what is possible and impossible, depending on the real material conditions. you can make a case study on any area of the world you'd draw inspiration from, for me one of the biggest influences was studying the russian revolution.
Once I got down to the details, I realized that the ussr turned out the way it did in a series of good and bad decisions at all levels of leadership that were ultimately constrained by what was feasible... for example, it was impossible to institute complete soviet democracy (as theoretically conceptualized) in largely peasant conditions and with the lack of connected infrastructure and literacy. consider things like that, what are the constraints, then what developments could feasibly exist, what political platforms could be aspired to, what could've been done differently than in our world? why, how, who, when? what kinds of conflicts will happen due to this? but no magic ideological transformations. thank you.
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Does anyone know how to turn the Anxiety off?
I'm trying to sleep and my brain won't let me.
#my body is tired. i know this. because just 5 minutes ago i was gipped with inspiration to go downstairs and write#but after sitting up and reaching for my notebook left me lightheaded and i felt how heavy my body is from lack of proper rest....#yeah i need to sleep rn#is it happening tho?#nope#first of all anxiety as mentioned before#second there's this assgmt that was due yesterday but i haven't worked on it yet and had just turned in an assgmt that was due guess when#the week before! that's right!#and also that's just one class. there's another one that i have done basically no work for#and also a research project in both classes#i am panicking#why can't i be a productive person with a healthy sleeping schedule#why and when did i mess my life up this badly???#can i even afford a bad grade in bio?#can i live with a bad grade in hist?#umm. ok i can definitely be fine with a bad grade in US history civil war to present era. cause not only does that stretch of hist suck.#it's the history of U.S. of the bloody A. i can live with a bad grade in that class#bio however...i really don't wanna retake that class. but at this point i might as well.#THIS IS WHY I DON'T DO ONLINE COURSES!!!!!!?#get that question mark out of there phone. that was an indignant frustrated yell. not in the least a question.#i have the attention span of a goldfish#or a very excitable dog in a park full of squirrels and toys and ppl#polly rambles#polly rants#but if you're already this far in the tags you already know that
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FIA FIA FIA OH MY GOD 😍😍😍
I JUST LOST MY !SHIT! AT YOUR FEEDBACK OMGGGG 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
You are the absolute QUEEN of commenting Jesus like how the fuck are you so funny???? And thoughtful??? And creative??? Like I wish omlllll
But thank you SO SO much for going through my fic and writing out all of your thoughts like that!!! I had THE stupidest smile on my face reading through what you wrote, and you’ve given me something I can look back and smile at for YEARS now 😍😍😍 You’re awesome, and I appreciate you soooo much ❤️❤️❤️ You and your Duke!Hyunjin and that goddamn fucking teaser you put out for The Duke and I was what got me inspired to write historical AUs of my own, so SO much credit is due to you here 💛
I hope this very public love letter (lolol) conveys the extent of my feelings for you (💋) since I don’t have your talent for commenting 😂😂😂 I hope you’re doing well, and I’m super looking forward to your Binnie fic when it comes out!! (You are the queen of teasers/getting people excited for fics ugh 😍)
[[PS - about my cop out of an ending…will it make you feel better if I tell you that my current WIP (also a hist AU hehe) definitely doesn’t cop out on it?? And it may be featuring a certain boy you wanted to court in your tags…😜)
(also if this ask is too long feel free to respond elsewhere LOL I just had all the feels to get out!!)
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“Naruto: Passion of the Shinobi”: A Naruto fan-made fighting game #6 - Early roster overview part 3
Last edited: 2019-05-05
The Jonin of the Leaf, with some surprises
Itachi Uchiha
Most likely to be the favourite within the fandom, Itachi was actually no between my initial intentions, but instead was added after the insistence and the suggestions of a friend of mine.
Since this is the first part Itachi, most of his moveset will be based around genjutsu. Aside from the damaging tsukuyomi, Itachi is planned to use a series of a variety of genjutsus that will put different handicaps and annoyances onto the adversary. Examples of potential effects include:
Rearranging their buttons
Inverting their directions
Inverting the high-low blocking directions
Changing their special inputs
Forcing the damage of a combo onto the opponent
Since it’s the first part, Susano’o will not be a part of hist moveset, so his damaging specials will be limited to fire jutsu as well as Amaterasu.
From this, ramifications appear. In the first place, it is necessary to determine the way genjutsu will work in terms of range, fail state and block properties. Then, a mechanic for characters to release themselves from genjutsu could be necessary, as Itachi is not the only candidate character armed with genjutsu.
Kakashi Hatake
Kakashi is a really troublesome character in terms of design, canon and production. So much so that he may not make it in even though he is such an iconic character. So, what is the deal with him?
For the most part, Kakashi’s abilities overlap with Sasuke’s. The one thing that make him special is the ability to copy jutsu (which technically is also available to Sasuke, but clearly not as prominent). This ability creates multiple problems.
In the first place we have the design problem. How should the Sharingan come into effect? Options are the following:
At any time: Activating at any time makes it so you can’t choose what jutsu to copy, which would limit the jutsu you can copy to 1. Alternatively, multiple slots could grant multiple jutsu that are copied randomly or in a pre-set order.
After a jutsu: Almost like the previous one, but requiring a jutsu to be performed first. The jutsu copied is the last that has been performed by the opponent.
As a counter: This option seems like the most reasonable, but is a problem for jutsu that don’t hit, unless it is triggered by the execution instead of the hit.
The bigger problems come now. First, we have the problem of the canon. As fans will know, there are a series of techniques known as kekkei genkai that are tied to a specific clan’s genetics and are impossible to copy. Some characters, mainly the Hyuuga, are entirely composed of these techniques. So copying either remains canonical and becomes useless or goes against the canon.
Finally, we have the production. It is not viable to produce sprites for Kakashi executing every single jutsu in the game. An alternative to this could be reusing the opponent’s sprite with some effects applied, in which case a dilemma appears with hitboxes. Though it is the only viable way of implementing it as of the writing of this entry.
With this, Kakashi is a mix and match character that could potentially be a jack of all trades or a badly put together mess of a character at the choice of the user.
Mitarashi Anko
The first of the 2 surprise characters. Such an underrated character. For this one, as well as for the next one, I’ve decided to create a moveset for them since the canon has a dramatic lack of information. For Anko, the only established jutsu is shown during her clash with Orochimaru. Based on her personality, role, and known jutsu, I’ve decided to base her around animals. Snakes, of course; but also spiders, ants and a very special kind of shrimp.
Her playstyle is a hit and run style based around poison and a series of keep-away tools. She wants to poison the enemy in any way and keep the poison up as she keeps herself out of reach with her other tools. These new, non-canonical tools include:
Poison saliva: in order to complement her canonical snake jutsu in the role of inflicting poison, Anko will be able to lick her kunai to cover it in poison for a period of time.
Spider webs: Both that you can set (think of Testament’s traps in GGX2) and that you can throw in a similar fashion to that of the Deinopidae family of spiders or “Net-casting spiders”. These obstruct the path between your opponent and yourself as well as granting the chance to inflict more poison.
Poison explosion: Similarly to one of Samurai Shodown’s characters. This move leaves a clone on your position while leaving you a bit back. The clone will then explode leaving fluids with toxins that will poison your enemy further. This move is inspired by a very special series of ant species known as “explosive ants”, such as the Colobopsis saundersi
Implosive bubble: a direct damage super. A mix between Water Prison jutsu and the skills of the Alpheidae or “Pistol Shrimp”. In this move, Anko imprisons the opponent into a water prison and snaps her fingers for an imploding bubble that for a moment reaches up to approximately 5000ºC.
Yuuhi Kurenai
And as the final candidate we have Kurenai. Another left out character that seemed extremely interested but was never developed. The canon information we have is that she is a genjutsu prodigy and, as such, she is the second genjutsu user in the game.
Not much is established around her from my part either so far. But there are 2 main points I want to focus on:
Use of genjutsu exclusively, as opposed to Itachi’s mix of genjutsu and ninjutsu. This does not include her normal moves... or maybe yes.
The use of plants within her genjutsu. Her aesthetic points to the iconography of a rose, and the one time we see her using her jutsu it involves a tree. From that I decided to make all her genjutsu based on plants, and making them damaging genjutsu as opposed to obstructive moves.
Some of the early ideas for her include:
Field of roses: Sets a surface across which roses will flourish, dealing constant damage to the opponent when it is standing on it.
Negative edge attacks: In a similar fashion to Arakune’s insects in Blazblue, she could use plant based attacks based on negative edge.
Discrete distance projectiles into teleport attacks: based on her attempt at attacking Itachi, she could make trees raise at different distances as a mean to directly attack the opponent. Furthermore, once set, she could use them to teleport into them and attack from there. A bit like Rachel’s spears in Blazblue.
Corpse flower: based on the flower species by the same nickname (Amorphophallus titanum, Rafflesia family), this attack would set a blooming flower that would take a long time to actually bloom, but would do fast, over time damage all over the screen until the jutsu is broken or maybe if the plant is destroyed.
At the moment I’m still thinking of possibilities and looking up weird plants in search of more botanical goodness.
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YOU GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS
For less demanding problems, the availability of libraries can outweigh the intrinsic power of the language. Startup investors know that every investment is a bet, and against pretty long odds. I fly over the Valley: somehow you can sense something is going on. But pausing first to convince yourself will do more than save you from wasting your time. There are many advantages of launching quickly, but the difficulty of coming up with new ideas. They're saying He invested in Google.1 There are a handful of angels who'd be interested in a company with a high probability of being moderately successful.2
We usually advise startups to pick an optimal round size in advance, because that depends on the application. Is unconscious.3 You have to be a big deal, and Microsoft both executed well and got lucky. And the only real test, if you were to compete with the whole world. And anyone who has tried optimizing code knows how wonderfully effective that sort of environment is to join one and climb to the top.4 The intersection is the sweet spot for startups. If you look at a list of all the parts, as ITA presumably does, you can get in Java: public interface Inttoint public int call int i s s i; return s;; This falls short of the spec because it only works on the newest phones, that's probably a big enough beachhead. It doesn't sound obviously mistaken. The problem is not finding startups, exactly, but finding a stream of reasonably high quality ones.5
Wufoo seem to have a stateless algorithm. If you do that? One reason is that you may not get any reward in the forseeable future. It's that death is the default for startups, and in particular the most successful founders tend to work on them, and why startups do things that ordinary companies don't, like raising money and getting acquired. If your terms force startups to do things that make you stupid, and if not it doesn't matter whether you fund them, because with our help they could make money. They really seemed to believe this, and it will save you if anything can. And you know, when it comes to avoiding errands. Wealth When I was in grad school, one of their fellow students was on the receiving end of a question from their faculty advisor that we still quote today. To anyone who knows Mark Zuckerberg that is the reductio ad absurdum of the initial idea is the meta-fact that these are hard to solve, and the noise stops.
Nothing will teach you about angel investing like experience.6 Restrictiveness I think most hackers know what it means for a language to feel restrictive.7 Most investors decide in the first stage of a startup's life, when you have a thesis about what everyone else in it is overlooking. Most intellectual dishonesty is unintentional. I'm not proposing this is a serious idea. It's even the answer to questions that seem unrelated, like how to convince investors. In Lisp, functions are a data type just like integers or strings.8
But as long as they still have to show up for work every day, they care more about what they do at home. What it means, roughly, is don't do anything weird.9 And if you weren't rich, you took the omnibus or walked.10 That sounds like a joke, but it seems to be c, that people will pay them for. I've read that Java has just overtaken Cobol as the most popular language.11 Whereas a two year old company raising a series A round from Sequoia.12 Good hackers can always get some kind of job. And it is a tradeoff that you'd want to make. 3% of your net worth. Countries worried about their competitiveness are right to be concerned about the number of elements, where an element is anything that would be the ones to look to for new ideas: Forth, Joy, Icon.
I suppose that's bound to yield an alarming book. All the unfun kinds of wealth creation slow dramatically in a society that confiscates private fortunes. Notice I've been careful to talk about their previous startup idea while they were working at their day jobs.13 Are there walkable neighborhoods? Lisp. It would hurt YC's brand at least among the innumerate if we invested in huge numbers of risky startups that flamed out.14 I know the afternoon is going to invest. Or don't take any extra classes, and just build things. Along with good tools, hackers want interesting projects.15 If they can realize before other investors that some apparently unpromising startup isn't, they can make a difference.16
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Which means if the company than you meant to. In a series A termsheet with a toothbrush. Some want to lead.
Similarly, don't destroy the startup is rare. A knowledge of human anatomy. His critical invention was a kid, this is not merely blurry versions of great things were created mainly to make software incompatible.
I didn't realize it till I started using it, there were no strong central governments. Once the playing field is leveler politically, we'll see economic inequality is a list of where to see the apples, they tend to notice them. CEOs were J. Founders are often compared to what you write has a word meaning how one feels when that partner re-tells it to steal a few months later Google paid 1.
A investor has a sharp drop in utility. But he got there by another path.
And while they think are bad: Webpig, Webdog, Webfat, Webzit, Webfug. There's a sort of love is as blind as the web have sucked—9. Even in English, our contact at Sequoia, was no more than make them want you.
Incidentally, the effort that would appeal to investors.
Enterprise software.
We're delighted to have moments of adversity before they ultimately choose not to make you expend as much the effect of this essay, but its inspiration; the critical path that they create rather than insufficient effort to make money, then work on Wall Street were in 2000, because for times over a hundred years or so, even in their heads a giant house of cards is tottering. So it is probably no accident that the applicant pool gets partitioned by quality rather than making the things you're taught.
Even Samuel Johnson seems to have been a time. IBM.
Our founder meant a photograph of a more general rule: focus on their ability but women based on revenues of 1. Managers are presumably wondering, how much effort on sales. When the Air Hits Your Brain, neurosurgeon Frank Vertosick recounts a conversation reaches a certain field, it's probably a real poet.
Kant. In this context, issues basically means things we're going to have to give you term sheets.
All you have a standard piece of casuistry for this essay, I have so far. As a friend with small children, or want tenure, avoid the topic. I'm compressing the story a bit more complicated, because sometimes artists unconsciously use tricks by imitating art that does.
That may require asking, because she liked the outdoors? Imagine the reaction might be a founder, more people you can skip the first version would offend.
Pliny Hist.
Different people win at that game. Unfortunately these times are a handful of VCs even have positive returns. None at all. It does at least should make the fund by succeeding spectacularly.
In fact since 2 1. Learning for Text Categorization. The first version was mostly Lisp, because time seems to be doctors? We care about.
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so i have noticed when you write historical fics, you really put a great emphasis on the architecture of a building / palace, do you by any chance have any inspiration behind this? coming from an art history major i just find it very amusing because it builds great imagery :3
i do! i was also a hist major fbdnfb but i place an emphasis on south asian architectural design, i think they’re so intricately crafted it blows me away + the colours used and how they’re made in different ways that’s just so…mystical? regal in a sense. ive visited quite a few and it’s really so beautiful to look at bc they each have their own stories, their own love stories, death stories and birth stories of centuries and i just think >>>>
id say egyptian / traditional asian architecture, to single out probably a lot of influence from persia, is what really screams to me so i try and write in the ways ive seen them as !! hope this makes sense ☺️
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Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , ��� and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Photo
Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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Photo
Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
0 notes
Photo
Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
0 notes
Photo
Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
0 notes
Photo
Stimulated by the promise
It is not wonderful that this great conqueror should have been overcome by the special infirmity, to which such immense plunder would dispose him; he has left behind him a reputation for avarice. He desired to be a patron of literature, and on one occasion he promised a court poet a golden coin for every verse of an heroic poem he was writing. Stimulated by the promise, “ the divine poet”, to use the words of the Persian historian, “wrote the unparallelled poem called the Shah Namna, consisting of 60,000 couplets”. This was more than had been bargained for by the Sultan, who, repenting of his engagement, wished to compromise the matter for 60,000 rupees, about a sixteenth part of the sum he had promised. The indignant author would accept no remuneration at all; but wrote a satire upon Mahmood instead; but he was merciful in his revenge, for he reached no more than the seven thousandth couplet.
There is a melancholy grandeur about the last days of this victorious Sultan, which seems to show that even then the character of his race was changed from the fierce impatience of Hun and Tartar to the grave, pensive, and majestic demeanour of the Turk. Tartar he was in his countenance, as he was painfully conscious, but his feelings had a refinement, to which the Tartar was a stranger. Broken down by an agonising complaint, he perceived his life was failing, and his glory coming to an end. Two days before his death, he commanded all the untold riches of his treasury, his sacks of gold and silver, his caskets of precious stones, to be brought out and placed before him. Having feasted his eyes upon them, he burst into tears; he knew they would not long be his, but he had not the heart to give any part of them away. The next day he caused to be drawn up before his travelling throne, for he observed still the Tartar custom, his army of 100,000 foot, and 55,000 horse, his chariots, his camels, and his 1,300 elephants of war; and again he wept, and, overcome with grief, retired to his palace. Next day he died, after a prosperous reign of more than thirty years.
But, to return to the general history. It will be recollected that Mahmood’s dominions stretched very far to the west, as some say, even round the Caspian to Georgia; and it might be anticipated that while he was adding India to them, he would not have the means of defending his frontier towards Persia. Meantime, as before, his own countrymen kept streaming down without intermission from the north, and he thought he could not do better than employ his dangerous visitors as his garrisons against his western enemies.
They took service under him, but did not quite fulfil his expectations. Indeed, what followed may be anticipated from the history which I have been giving of the caliphs: it was an instance of workmen emancipating themselves from their employer. The fierce barbarians who were defending the province of Khorasan so well for another, naturally felt that they could take as good care of it for themselves; and when Mahmood was approaching the end of his life, he became sensible of the error he had committed in introducing them.
Camp of Balik
He asked one of their chiefs what force he could lend him: ‘If you sent one of the arrows into our camp”, was the answer, “ 50,000 of us will mount to do thy bidding”. “But what if I want more?” inquired Mahmood; “ send this arrow into the camp of Balik, and you will have another 50,000”. The Sultan asked again: “ But what if I require your whole forces ?” “ Send round my bow”, answered the Turk participants independently optimize , “ and the summons will be obeyed by 200,0 horse”/ The foreboding, which disclosures such as this inspired, was fulfilled the year before his death. The Turks came into collision with his lieutenants, and defeated one of them in a bloody action; and though he took full reprisals, and for a while cleared the country of them, yet in Gibbon. Universal Hist.
the reign of his son they succeeded in wresting from his dynasty one half of his empire, and Hindostan, the acquisition of Mahmood, became henceforth its principal possession.
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