until he died beneath the lashes; yet the judge feared to class the case as an execution, lest the authorities descend upon him.⦗1⦘
One day he returned to his house and found Sulaaf, the Sultan’s wet-nurse,⦗2⦘ pleading on behalf of an immoral professional mourner, asking him to release her from his jail. ‘What is the matter?’ he asked. She replied, ‘Qadhib,⦗3⦘ al-Mansur’s favourite, is requesting that you free her.’ He retorted, ‘You vile woman! Were it not for certain considerations I would strike you. May Allah curse you and the one who sent you!’ She howled and tore her clothes, then reported the incident to al-Mansur.
Al-Mansur said, ‘What can I do with him? He has never taken a stipend from us, and we have no power to dismiss him; we only seek the welfare of the city.’⦗4⦘
Later, in Ramadan of 341 AH, al-Mansur set out for a pleasure outing. He was struck by a chill and a violent wind that left its mark on him, so he fell ill; many of those with him died, and he himself passed away on the last day of Shawwal that same year, at the age of thirty-nine.⦗5⦘
In the previous year, 340 AH, he had dispatched a fleet to Sicily, and they routed the Christians in a momentous engagement: thirty thousand of the enemy were killed, thousands were taken prisoner, and the troops seized spoils beyond description.⦗6⦘ It is also reported that he captured the city of Genoa and pillaged the districts of Sardinia.⦗7⦘