Wake us to the song of swords,

and when the cavalcade sets off, say farewell.

The horses’ neighing fills the desert, arousing our souls and spurring them onward.

The knights’ pride stirs at the sound, while humiliation lashes our foes.

In the impregnable citadel of Kalâa of Ait Abbas, Sultan Abderahmane At-Muqran sat among the Sufi Tariqa within the Zawiya listening to the poems and meditations of the elder Sheikhs. He was in a moment of serenity, there was nothing that could distract the Sultan from the innate mysticism of worshipping the One who is Most High. The Kingdom of Beni Abbas could wait for even just a moment while At-Muqran reflected on the mysteries of life. The Sultan knew that he could not spend all his time hiding away in the Zawiya while he had a duty as the carer of his people. Sultan At-Muqran took his leave from the wizened Sheikhs and returned to the citadel where he would call a meeting of all the Great Factions of the city; the Ouled Hamadouch, the Ouled Yahya Ben Daoud, the Ouled Aïssa and the Ouled Chouarickh.

A Great Council of this size would only be called during a time of great excitement, truly the era of the Kingdom of Beni Abbas was about to begin.