Ibn-Tuwais, a man who let Kerbouchard and me stay at his house in Cordoba, watched Kerbouchard and his friend, Aziza, walk down the dark, narrow stairs. Kerbouchard felt he had to move on to continue his quest for his missing father, and I had made the decision to reside in Cordoba to study. Aziza left Cordoba to escape Ibn-Haram, a very dangerous man. Ibn-Haram had taken Aziza captive, not wanting her to marry William of Sicily. If the marriage were to occur, it would unite a powerful family of Cordoba to an equally powerful family of Sicily and ruin Ibn-Haram's plans of taking power with Aziza by his side.
I decided to distract my mind from the loss of Kerbouchard, my friend, shipmate, and teammate in battle, by going to my favorite coffee house and catch up on the latest world news with the many people I am acquainted with in this incredible city.
When Kerbouchard and I first came to Cordoba we were stunned by all of the marvelous things it had to offer. Although I have visited many of the public libraries here, I still have not been to all seventy. The streets of Cordoba are filled with people from every race and color, making it an extraordinarily diverse city. As one road ends another starts, each filled with entertaining events and vibrant lighting. The buildings are beautiful, their marble walls sparkling in the sun. Cordoba also has the most elegant parks I have ever seen, with beautiful flowers, fountains, and trees all over, making it a relaxing place to come and read books written in Arabic, a language I'm learning to master.
I had been living off the gold Kerbouchard and I had collected from the selling of the galley we cleverly seized in Cadiz. Kerbouchard...