Ertugrul: The Untold Series

"Welcome To Hasana"

A squad of Turkmen approached northern Lebanon, they were drained, their food and water ran out, they had to navigate to the nearest town. As a group of Arab guards walked to them as they reached the gate of a town "Who are you? What is your business here, Turkic people!?" "I am Suleyman Shah oğlu Ertugrul, This is Turgut Alp, This is Dogan Alp, and this is Bamsi Alp, and the women behind us are Halima And Banu Cicek. We ae on our way to Aleppo, but we are in need of utility." The guard spoke "Our emir has spoke very kindly about you, Ertugrul Bey, come in come in." The town was filled with clay houses and bazaars. Stands with spices, weapons, jewellery. In front of the Turks was a mosque, it was huge, homes connected to it, and visible burial chambers. It was all made from clay, and the roof was of palm fibres, there ware Islamic rugs near the entrance, They put their horses in the stable, and walked towards the mosque, taking off their shoes, and walking towards what seemed to be a big house worthy of the Emir, hoping it was not a burial chamber, they asked for permission to go inside. He accepted. When they walked inside, they so a room that wasn't very emir like, it was very Ibn Arabi esc. Islamic tapestries on the wall, an armour stand in the corner, and the Emir on a wooden throne. The emir wore fully white, His hand covered with topaz rings. His eyes covered by white cloth, his hair reached to his shoulders. He looked up from his throne and Stood up, he placed his hand on his chest "Ertugrul Bey has come to a town that is unworthy for such a respected Turk. Welcome to Hasana, Bey." He shouted for his servants, A dervish came out "Yes, Al Abyad?" He said, gently. "Fetch the guests some Milk and Honey." "Yes Master." He then walked outside the quarters. The emir lifted the cloth from his head, to reveal a handsome youth, with a small beard, His eyes were small, and adorned with kohl. A small scar on his lip. "Why does such a respected person come here in this town?" "We need asylum, Oh Em-" "Do not call me that, oh friend. I am Al Abyad, that is my kunya." "Oh Al Abyad." Halima wished to speak, but she was lost in thought...What was happening in the tribe?