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Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Map Epigraph Contents Author’s Note A Word on What Is to Come Chapter 1 Chapter 2 A Letter from a Scholar Chapter 3 A Missive to the Wali of Basrah Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Exposé of the Tricks of Those Who Work Knockout Drugs and Other Stu...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Map Epigraph Contents Author’s Note A Word on What Is to Come Chapter 1 Chapter 2 A Letter from a Scholar Chapter 3 A Missive to the Wali of Basrah Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Exposé of the Tricks of Those Who Work Knockout Drugs and Other Stupefacients from The Book of Charlatans by the Learned Jamāl al-Dīn ʿAbd al-Raḥīm al-Jawbarī Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Excerpt from a Warning about the Malabar Coast Chapter 8 Chapter 9 The First Tale of the Moon of Saba Chapter 10 Chapter 11 A Notice to Suleiman Batawiyna on the Dissolution of the Apprenticeship of His Son Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Its Inhabitants Are Christians and Sorcerers Chapter 14 Chapter 15 A Regrettable Evening in the Maldives Chapter 16 Chapter 17 An Ill-Fated Decision Due to Greed Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 The Second Tale of the Moon of Saba Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 The Third Tale of the Moon of Saba Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 They Are an Artful, Debauched Lot Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 There Was and Was Not a Nakhudha Named Amina al-Sirafi Acknowledgments Glossary Author’s Note and Further Reading Bibliography About the Author Also by Shannon Chakraborty Copyright About the Publisher iii v vi vii x xi viii ix 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 Dedication For all those parenting in hardship: during pandemics, through climate crises, and under occupation. For those struggling to keep food on the table, and juggle multiple jobs and impossible childcare. For everyone who’s set aside their own dreams, briefly or forever, to lift those of the next generation. Map Epigraph I clung to the plank of wood, my only refuge in the storm-tossed sea, and berated myself, saying “Sindbad the Sailor, you never learn! After each of your journeys—the first and the second, the third and the fourth, the FIFTH, all worse than that which preceded it!—you swear to God to repent and give up these travels. And every time you lie, swayed by greed and adventure, to return to the sea. So take the punishment that is coming, you deserve it!” —From “The Sixth Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor” Author’s Note Please note that in the voice of the time and place in which this book takes place, the Latin Christians of Western Europe are referred to as Franks and the Byzantines as the Rum. The novel’s twelfth-century, largely Islamicate societies of the northwestern Indian Ocean littoral had their own rich and fascinating way of describing antiquity, their contemporaries, and the wider world, and though I’ve tried to re-create that here as accurately as possible, this is a work of fiction. A glossary with additional historical and nautical terms can be found