pretence of being sent into different provinces; a cold-blooded and
faithless cruelty, which, however, is not without example, having
been repeated both in the east and in the west. The history of
Alexander, of Charlemagne, Jengiskhan, Timur, and other
conquerors, presents us with instances similar to this atrocity of
Hulaku, agreeing also wonderfully with it in the number of the
victims,—from three to four thousand,—as well as in the
circumstances of the promised safe retreat, the division into
detachments, and the dialogue held with the commanders, who, for
that very reason, were the more certain of their lives being spared.
The khalif seeing no farther hope of saving his life except by
surrendering to the conqueror, repaired to the khan’s camp, after a
siege of forty-nine days, on Sunday, the 4th of the month Jafer, in
the 656th year of the Hegira; he was attended by his brother and his
two sons, together with a suite of nearly three thousand persons,
kadhis, seids, sheikhs, and imams; only the khalif and the three
princes, his brother and two sons, together with three of the suite
(one in a thousand), in all, seven persons, were admitted to an
audience. Hulaku concealed the perfidy of his designs under the
mask of smooth words, and the most friendly reception. He
requested the khalif to send word into the city that the armed
inhabitants should throw away their weapons, and assemble before
the gates, in order that a general census might be taken. At the
order of the khalif the city poured out its unarmed defenders, who,
as well as the person of Mostassem, were secured. The next day, at
sunrise, Hulaku issued commands to fill up the ditch, demolish the
walls, pillage the city, and massacre the inhabitants. The ditch,
according to the expression of the Persian historian, deep as the
deep reflections of wisdom, and the walls as high as the soaring of a
lofty mind, were, in an hour, levelled. The army of the Mongols, as
numerous as ants and locusts, mined the fortifications like an ant-
hill, and then fell upon the city as destructive as a cloud of the
latter; the Tigris was dyed with blood, and flowed as red as the Nile,
when Moses, by a miracle, changed its waves into blood; or, it was
at least as red as the Egyptian river is to this day, when it is swollen