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Inkiltarah, the last and strangest of the Byzantine lands. Seven kingdoms, eleven islands, and nothing but wildmen on the northern peninsula beyond them. The north interests me not, but the west ... I journeyed through Burgundian lands to get here. I crossed the water on a merchant ship laden with wines to be exchanged for gold and silver and fine scarlet cloth. I slept beneath the idol of Lundenwic to be allowed access to the city of seven kings. The land and its people have grown hard with the sharp frost of protracted winters. I braved it all to get here.
On my maps this place, so far removed from the rest of the world, looked to me like the head of a noble bird, staring out to sea. I stand now at the tip of its beak.
As a boy I would look up at the stars and marvel at the distance, but this, to perch at the precipice, to feel all of civilisation at your back, and know it a-thousand times outweighed by the empty ocean ahead, is to pull on the hem of creation.
On my maps this place, so far removed from the rest of the world, looked to me like the head of a noble bird, staring out to sea. I stand now at the tip of its beak.
As a boy I would look up at the stars and marvel at the distance, but this, to perch at the precipice, to feel all of civilisation at your back, and know it a-thousand times outweighed by the empty ocean ahead, is to pull on the hem of creation.
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ffm day 4! The little-known historical figure challenge!
I chose Muhammad Al-Idrisi, but I've used elements from the accounts of the below also:
I chose Muhammad Al-Idrisi, but I've used elements from the accounts of the below also:
Ibn Sa'id al-Maghribi
Abu al-Fida
Harun ibn Yahya
All are explorers and writers from between the 9th and 12th centuries, who adventured their way from the centre of civilisation, Rome, all the way to a dour little island at the edge of the known world.
Oh, the detail about the bird's head - South was often portrayed as up on maps of the age, and the more well-travelled Southern coast was hugely out of proportion with the tiny, probably best avoided Scotland so as to make Britain resemble an ostrich's head!
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Your use of language here was almost lyrical, it really helps to draw you in and give a feel for the historical setting. Very nicely done.