“…She has set down her staff and her resolve has come to rest, just as the traveller cools his eyes with the joy of homecoming.” (1)
I have read in one account that al-Mansur never ceased deceiving Abu Muslim and contriving against him until, by means of solemn covenants and oaths, he had him fast in his grip.
Abu Muslim, for his part, used to consult the apocalyptic chronicles (al-malāḥim); there he found that he would extinguish one dynasty, revive another, and would then be killed in the land of Byzantium.
At that time al-Mansur was staying in Rūmiyyat al-Madāʾin, one of the ancient cities of Chosroes, seven parasangs from Baghdad.
It is said that Alexander the Great built it when he camped at al-Madāʾin. Nothing suggested to Abu Muslim that this would be the scene of his death; his mind was fixed on Byzantine territory instead.
Another report states that al-Mansur kept repeating, “You did this, and you did that.”
Abu Muslim replied, “No one should speak to me in this fashion after the pledge I have given and the toil I have endured.”
Al-Mansur retorted, “Son of a vile woman! All you achieved was only by virtue of our prestige and good fortune. Had a black slave-girl stood in your place, she would have done the same. And yet you dare to do such things, to seek my aunt’s hand, and to claim you are an ʿAbbasid—you have climbed a perilous height!”
Abu Muslim thereupon began rubbing his hands, kissing them, and lowering himself, while Abū Jaʿfar grew ever more fierce.
Masrur the chamberlain relates: When Abu Muslim returned, Abū Jaʿfar ordered him to ride out with his select retainers. He therefore set off with 4,000 clean-shaven youths, mounted on sleek horses, clad in brocade cloaks, their swords hanging from belts of gold.
Al-Mansur then instructed his kinsmen to go out and receive him, and there were—