Kader Abdolah - The King

It was customary for fathers not to see their daughters until forty days after the birth, but the shah asked for his horse and rode to Taj Olsultan.

According to tradition a wise man of the family was supposed to whisper a short surah from the Quran into the ear of a newborn, but the shah had already forbidden this. He wanted to be the one to whisper the first words into the ear of his grandchild. The shah was received by his daughter’s old servant in the residential part of the small castle where Taj had moved after her wedding. It took a while before the midwife finally brought him the child, wrapped in a beautifully worked blanket.

The shah wanted to admire the child, but the baby’s face was still covered by a lovely sheer silken cloth, milky white. Before he could see the little boy he had to pay the midwife a ru-nama , an admiration present. Smiling, he let a couple of gold coins jingle into her hand. Only now could he pull the little silken cloth away. With a great laugh he gently kissed the tiny hand of the baby, who looked at him with penetrating eyes.

Solemnly the shah took from his coat the collection of poetry written by the medieval poet Hafez. He kissed the cover, closed his eyes, opened the book to a random page, lowered his head to the child’s right ear and whispered the melodious poem, which was all about love.

Bolboli barg-e goli dar menqar dasht

Wa andar an barg o nava khush naleh-ha-ye zar dasht.

Goftam-ash, ‘dar in wasl in naleh o faryad chist?’

Goft, ‘ma-ra jelveh-ye ma’shuq bar in kar dasht.’

After reading the poem he carefully ran his finger over the nose of his grandson and said, ‘He looks just like us. He has our nose.’ The shah had seen enough.

‘Convey our greetings to Taj Olsultan,’ he called to the servant when he left. ‘Tell her she has made us happy.’

All the way back to the palace he kept seeing the face of his successor.

The shah consulted with people in his inner circle and managed to find a suitable candidate for the position of vizier, someone who was acceptable to both England and to his opponents.

After seeking even more advice and listening to what the wise men of the bazaar had to say, he finally chose Mostovi Almamalek. His mother complained about Sheikh Aqasi having to step aside, but Mostovi Almamalek was from the same tribe as the shah. Mahdolia had no choice but to submit.

At first the shah was going to summon the sheikh and have a long talk with him, but now that he had a grandson he just wanted to get the whole thing over with. During the revolt Sheikh Aqasi had shown that he was incapable of helping the shah in a complex situation. When the demonstrators had surrounded the palace and so many people died, he just sat by and watched, paralysed. The sheikh would have to go.

The shah spoke with the vizier for less than an hour. Then he sent him home and appointed Mostovi Almamalek as the new prime minister, to take effect immediately.

‘Whatever the shah decides,’ was the response of Sheikh Aqasi, who obeyed the shah without protest. ‘I understand Your Majesty completely.’

‘But we want you always to be close at hand. Your advice comforts us,’ added the shah, so as not to dismiss him too brusquely.

‘I served your father, and it will be my honour to continue to serve you as well,’ said Sheikh Aqasi, and he bowed.

By letting him go the shah had actually relieved the sheikh of a heavy burden. He had been yearning for the peace and quiet of his prayers, the pleasure of reading old books and meditating in the mountains.

The new vizier was a skilled politician. He had worked as the Minister of Industry and Trade in the cabinet of the murdered Mirza Kabir and had been one of the first young men to be sent to Europe by the old vizier. In Paris he had studied mechanical engineering and obtained his engineering degree.

Mostovi Almamalek picked up where the murdered vizier had left off and continued down the path he had taken. He knew it would be very difficult, since the shah had a hand in everything and would not allow any decision to be made without his approval. The shah’s mother and her supporters also tried to influence the new vizier. Mostovi Almamalek was aware of this and thought he had enough experience to resist the shah and his mother. Besides, his family ties with the shah offered him a certain amount of protection.

The shah valued him as a professional politician without a hidden agenda. He felt relaxed listening to Almamalek and gradually granted him more latitude. Deep in his heart the shah actually liked this new vizier because he looked like Mirza Kabir. By working so closely with the old vizier, Almamalek had even adopted some of his gestures and linguistic habits. He wrapped himself in the same long garments and wore the same long beard, but in place of a tall cylindrical hat he copied the headgear of western diplomats.

During one of their discussions Mostovi surprised the shah with a proposal: ‘In the interests of the nation it might be wise for His Majesty to travel to Europe, to enable him to see at first hand the far-reaching changes taking place in the West.’

For a moment the shah didn’t know how to respond. He rang his little bell and had the chamberlain bring in a tea set and two glasses.

Years before, the former vizier had also broached the subject of a trip across Europe. He had even wanted to take the shah to Russia with him when the shah was still crown prince, but an early and severe frost set in and the journey to Moscow had had to be cancelled. Moreover, the new developments taking place back then were not nearly as visible and impressive as the ones today. With all the recent tension the prospect of such a journey had been set aside for the time being, but now that peace had returned it was a real possibility. This was not just another domestic matter or a personal idea of the vizier and the shah. Europe itself was knocking at the door.

In the past the shah met only with the political representatives of western countries, but now all sorts of foreigners were entering the country, and with greater frequency. These were people who had come in search of threadbare carpets. They went from village to village, showing extraordinary interest in broken bowls and dishes. They packed all this stuff in their trunks and carried it away. Recently a number of them had been found in the mountains, using magnifying glasses to study ancient scenes carved into the rocks.

‘What are they looking for?’ the shah had asked his son-in-law.

‘They’re scientists, Your Majesty. They come from Farang [Europe] and they want to record the history of the human race.’

‘They can read the history of the human race from our broken bowls?’

‘I’ve spoken to them. They say the great stories of history are hidden away in these small fragments.’

Now the shah understood more than ever why his new vizier would suggest that a trip to Europe was necessary and of great importance. Yet he still hesitated.

‘We have given it some thought, but we cannot leave the country unattended,’ answered the shah. ‘The unrest of the past few years has proven us right.’

‘But we really have entered a more peaceful phase.’

‘We do not doubt the value of such a journey, but the country has begun charting a new course. We are indispensable. And don’t forget that God has given us an heir. We want to see the child grow up and become a man.’

‘Preparations for such a journey would take at least a year. That will give the shah plenty of time to enjoy his grandson. The journey itself will last several months at the most. It will be a difficult journey and will be physically demanding. But fortunately the shah is in good health. It would be a mistake for the shah to postpone the journey any longer. On behalf of the nation I beg the shah to reconsider.’