A remarkably swift forced march later, you stand within striking distance of the city of Lisbon. No complaint is made after the example made of Fahmi, and the boy himself has become quiet and grim in the wake of his punishment.
You come across a small, drunken band of saxons, and take them captive.
Crossing so much land, you drag along every able-bodied man who comes to see the fuss - and draft several hundred new amateur warriors.
+412 rabble
For three chests of wealth, you engage a small mercenary company, visiting from Italy in the hopes that this latest crusade will win them wealth and renown.
+Allies [Pisan Mercenaries] 1 mounted, 240 men at arms
It seems your messages back to the place of your birth are waylaid or misplaced, as no reply is forthcoming. You make some small progress with the town guard, but a small party peasant levies go missing.
+50 men at arms, -72 rabble
It seems nothing can stop the inexorable march of the servants of the true Caliph. Lords bend the knee, or are made to bend them - and many of their household guards are drafted into your force, able to train some of your less seasoned troops in turn.
It seems the Tunisian Sultan has been forced back by his western foes, and is now hiding out, besieged in the city of Tebessa, which may fall to the Almoravids at any moment.
+400 men at arms, -200 rabble
It is a sound plan, to surround them in their keep and take their farmland - and while you do surround them, the town guard fights a rear-guard action that allows them to take a great deal of food along with them.
But your ramps are constructed in quick time. How can they hope to stand against you?
The Hashashim are not easily swayed to service. You may eventually win them to your side, but the effort required wil not be inconsiderable.
Your men train, and slowly but surely they learn to defend themselves.
+101 men at arms, -101 rabble