Part 6 (1/2)
”So I must believe,” Niketas said. ”But just as Leo fought you with every weapon he had, I shall oppose you with all my means. The Bulgars must not fall victim to your false belief. It would be too great a blow for Christendom to suffer, removing from us all hope of greater growth.”
Niketas' mind worked like an emperor's, Jalal ad-Din thought-unlike many of his Christian colleagues, he understood the long view. He'd shown that in debate, too, when he pointed out the problems attendant on the Bulgars' staying pagan. A dangerous foe-Pope Constantine had sent to Pliska the best the Christians had.
Whether that would be enough... Jalal ad-Din shrugged. ”It is as Allah wills,” he repeated.
”And Telerikh,” Paul said. When Jalal ad-Din looked at him in surprise, the monk went on, ”Of course, Telerikh is in G.o.d's hands too. But G.o.d will not be influenced by what we do. Telerikh may.”
”There is that,” Jalal ad-Din admitted.
”No telling how long all this arguing will go on,” Telerikh said when the Christian and Muslim emba.s.sies appeared before him once more. He spoke to Dragomir in his own language. The steward nodded, hurried away. A moment later, lesser servants brought in benches, which they set before Telerikh's throne. ”Sit,” the khan urged. ”You may as well be comfortable.”
”How would you have us argue?” Jalal ad-Din asked, wis.h.i.+ng the bench had a back but too proud to ask for a chair to ease his old bones.
”Tell me of your one G.o.d,” Telerikh said. ”You say you and the Christians follow him. Tell me what you believe differently about him, so I may choose between your beliefs.”
Jalal ad-Din carefully did not smile. He had asked his question to seize the chance to speak first. Let the Christians respond to him. He began where any Muslim would, with the shahada, the profession of faith: ”' La illaha ill'Allah: Muhammadun rasulu'llah-There is no G.o.d but Allah; Muhammad is the prophet of Allah.' Believe that, magnificent khan, and you are a Muslim. There is more, of course, but that is of the essence.”
”It is also a lie,” Theodore broke in harshly. ”Excellent khan, the books of the Old Testament, written hundreds of years before G.o.d's Son became flesh, foretold His coming. Neither Old nor New Testament speaks one word of the Arab charlatan who invented this false creed because he had failed as a camel-driver.”
”There is no prophecy pertaining to Muhammad in the Christians' holy book because it was deliberately suppressed,” Jalal ad-Din shot back. ”That is why G.o.d gave the Prophet his gifts, as the seal of prophecy.”
”The seal of trickery is nearer the truth,” Theodore said. ”G.o.d's only begotten Son Jesus Christ said prophecy ended with John the Baptist, but that false prophets would continue to come. Muhammad lived centuries after John and Jesus, so he must be false, a trick of the devil to send men to h.e.l.l.”
”Jesus is no son of G.o.d. G.o.d is one, not three, as the Christians would have it,” Jalal ad-Din said. ”Hear G.o.d's own words in the Qu'ran : 'Say, G.o.d is one.' The Christians give the one G.o.d partners in the so-called Son and Holy Spirit. If he has two partners, why not three, or four, or more? Foolishness! And how could G.o.d fit into a woman's womb and be born like a man? More foolishness!”
Again it was Theodore who took up the challenge; he was a bad-tempered man, but capable all the same. ”G.o.d is omnipotent. To deny the possibility of the Incarnation is to deny that omnipotence.”
”That priest is twisty as a serpent,” Da'ud ibn Zubayr whispered to Jalal ad-Din. The older man nodded, frowning. He was not quite sure how to respond to Theodore's latest sally. Who was he to say what Allah could or could not do?
Telerikh roused him from his unprofitable reverie by asking, ”So you Arabs deny Jesus is the son of your one G.o.d, eh?”
”We do,” Jalal ad-Din said firmly.
”What do you make of him, then?” the khan said.
”Allah commands us to wors.h.i.+p none but himself, so how can he have a son? Jesus was a holy man and a prophet, but nothing more. Since the Christians corrupted his words, Allah inspired Muhammad to recite the truth once more.”
”Could a prophet rise from the dead on the third day, as G.o.d's Son did?” Theodore snorted, clapping a dramatic hand to his forehead. ”Christ's miracles are witnessed and attested in writing. What miracles did Muhammad work? None, the reason being that he could not.”
”He flew to Jerusalem in the course of a night,” Jalal ad-Din returned, ”as the Qu'ran records-in writing,” he added pointedly. ”And the crucifixion and resurrection are fables. No man can rise from the dead, and another was set on the cross in place of Jesus.”
”Satan waits for you in h.e.l.l, blasphemer,” Theodore hissed. ”Christ healed the sick, raised the dead, stopped wind and rain in their tracks. Anyone who denies Him loses all hope of heaven, and may garner for his sin only eternal torment.”
”No, that is the fate reserved for those who make One into Three,” Jalal ad-Din said. ”You-”
”Wait, both of you.” Telerikh held up a hand. The Bulgar khan, Jalal ad-Din thought, seemed more stunned than edified by the arguments he had heard. The Arab realized he had been quarreling with Theodore rather than instructing the khan. Telerikh went on. ”I cannot find the truth in what you are saying, for each of you and each of your books makes the other a liar. That helps me not at all. Tell me instead what I and my people must do, if we follow one faith or the other.”
”If you choose the Arabs' false creed, you will have to abandon both wine-drinking and eating pork,” Theodore said before Jalal ad-Din could reply. ”Let him deny it if he may.” The priest shot the Arab a triumphant look.
”It is true,” Jalal ad-Din said stoutly. ”Allah has ordained it.”
He tried to put a bold face on it, but knew Theodore had landed a telling blow. The mutter that went up from Telerikh's boyars confirmed it. A pa.s.sion for wine inflamed most non-believers, Jalal ad-Din thought; sadly, despite the good counsel of the Qu'ran, it could capture Muslims as well. And as for pork-judging from the meals they served at Pliska, the Bulgars found it their favorite flesh.
”That is not good,” Telerikh said, and the Arab's heart sank.
A pa.s.sion for wine... pa.s.sion! ”Magnificent khan, may I ask without offense how many wives you enjoy?”
Telerikh frowned. ”I am not quite sure. How many is it now, Dragomir?”
”Forty-seven, mighty khan,” the steward replied at once, competent as usual.
”And your boyars?” Jalal ad-Din went on. ”Surely they also have more than one apiece.”
”Well, what of it?” the khan said, sounding puzzled.
Now Jalal ad-Din grinned an unpleasant grin at Theodore. ”If you become a Christian, magnificent khan, you will have to give up all your wives save one. You will not even be able to keep the others as concubines, for the Christians also forbid that practice.”
”What?” If Telerikh had frowned before, the scowl he turned on the Christians now was thunderous. ”Can this be true?”
”Of course it is true,” Theodore said, scowling back. ”Bigamy is a monstrous sin.”
”Gently, my brother in Christ, gently,” Paul said. ”We do not wish to press too hard upon our Bulgar friends, who after all will be newly come to our observances.”
”That one is truly a nuisance,” Da'ud whispered.
”You are too right,” Jalal ad-Din whispered back.
”Still, excellent khan,” Paul went on, ”you must not doubt that Theodore is correct. When you and your people accept Christianity, all those with more than one wife-or women with more than one husband, if any there be-will be required to repudiate all but their first marriages, and to undergo penance under the supervision of a priest.”
His easy, matter-of-fact manner seemed to calm Telerikh. ”I see you believe this to be necessary,” the khan said. ”It is so strange, though, that I do not see why. Explain further, if you will.”
Jalal ad-Din made a fist. He had expected Christian ideas of marriage to appall Telerikh, not to intrigue him with their very alienness. Was a potential monk lurking under those fur robes, under that turban?
Paul said, ”Celibacy, excellent khan, is the highest ideal. For those who cannot achieve it, marriage to a single partner is an acceptable alternative. Surely you must know, excellent khan, how l.u.s.t can inflame men. And no sin is so intolerable to prophets and other holy men as depravity and s.e.xual license, for the Holy Spirit will not touch the heart of a prophet while he is engaged in an erotic act. The life of the mind is n.o.bler than that of the body; on this Holy Scripture and the wise ancient Aristotle agree.”
”I never heard of this, ah, Aristotle. Was he a shaman?” Telerikh asked.
”You might say so,” Paul replied, which impressed Jalal ad-Din. The Arab knew little of Aristotle, hardly more than that he had been a sage before even Roman times. He was certain, however, that Aristotle had been a civilized man, not a barbarous pagan priest. But that was surely the closest equivalent to sage within Telerikh's mental horizon, and Paul deserved credit for recognizing it.
The Bulgar khan turned to Jalal ad-Din. ”What have you to say about this?”
”The Qu'ran permits a man four lawful wives, for those able to treat them equally well,” Jalal ad-Din said. ”For those who cannot, it enjoins only one. But it does not prohibit concubines.”
”That is better,” the khan said. ”A man would get bored, bedding the same woman night after night. But this business of no pork and no wine is almost as gloomy.” He gave his attention back to the priests. ”You Christians allow these things.”
”Yes, excellent khan, we do,” Paul said.
”Hmm.” Telerikh rubbed his chin. Jalal ad-Din did his best to hide his worry. The matter still stood balanced, and he had used his strongest weapon to incline the khan to Islam. If the Christians had any good arguments left, he-and the fate of the true faith in Bulgaria-were in trouble.