The Year with No Nawruz

by al-Battani, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

From Qasr al-Jiss, on the west bank, over the river from Samarra, in the month of Ab, in the year three hundred and seventeen.

To Hilal ibn Ibrahim, in the house on the river at Raqqa.

Written by the hand of Yahya ibn Musa, because mine shakes now and you have never been able to read it even when it did not.

I have set this out in chapters, as in the book, so that you can find what you need without reading what you do not need. Read the first chapter before anything else. The instruments have been without me since Haziran.

The first chapter: on the instruments, which you will see to before you read further

The mural quadrant. In this heat the alidade will have stuck on its pin. Do not force it; a forced alidade bends at the sight, and you will not see the bend, and every altitude you take afterwards will be wrong by the same small amount, which is the worst kind of wrong because it looks like agreement. Draw the pin. Clean the hole with a feather and a drop of the thin oil from the green jar, not the lamp oil, which thickens. Put the pin back and move the alidade from one end of the arc to the other ten times. It should make no sound.

Then hang the plumb line and look where it falls against the scratch I cut at the top of the arc in the year two hundred and sixty-four, when the wall was new. If it does not fall on the scratch, the wall has moved and not the line. Do not recut the scratch. Measure how far the line is from it, with the small brass rule, and write down the amount and the day. Then come back to the scratch every month and write it again. A wall that is settling settles in one direction. A wall that is being shaken by the carts on the river road goes back and forth. You will know which from your column of figures in a year.

The large parallactic ruler is in the store by the well. Last winter the sons of Abu'l-Khayr borrowed it to hold up a roof while they changed a beam, and they brought it back with a bend you can see if you put your eye to one end and look along it towards the light. A ruler that is bent is a ruler that lies, and this one is the length of two men, so it lies at great length. I meant to have it straightened. I no longer think it can be straightened, because plane wood that has been bent under a load remembers the load. Take it to Marun the carpenter and have him make a new one, of the same length or longer, from the seasoned plane wood that he has been keeping for the church door. He will say that it is promised. Pay him what he asks. The money is under the third tile from the east wall in the upper room: thirty dinars in a cloth. He will ask for twenty-two and accept eighteen. Give him twenty-two.

Keep the armillary sphere covered with the heavy cloth while they are threshing on the flat ground by the gate. The chaff gets into the joint of the meridian ring, and the ring begins to grind.

That is all for the instruments. Now the other matter.

The second chapter: on the matter of the kharaj, which is finished

Tell the people of Raqqa that they do not owe the year three hundred and six. Tell Abu'l-Khayr first, because he has the most land and the loudest mouth, and the others will have it from him before you have reached the end of the street. I am setting down how it was decided so that you can say it to the 'amil's man if he pretends no letter has come from the diwan. The letter is sealed and it is in the leather case with this one. Do not open it. It is for the 'amil and it has to arrive with its seal whole.

We were heard on the eleventh day after we came to Baghdad. Nine days of the eleven were spent sitting on a bench in a passage. It was cool there, and I used the time to check the conversion tables I had brought from Muharram to Haziran and back, and found one error, mine, in the fourth line, which I corrected. I tell you so that you will check that line in the house copy and correct it there.

The secretary who heard us was a man of perhaps forty, with ink on the side of his hand where it rests on the paper, which is a good sign in a secretary. A young clerk sat by him with the register of the districts of the Jazira on his knees. The 'amil had sent a man of his own, who stood by the door.

The 'amil's claim was this. In the register, against Raqqa and its villages, the kharaj of every year since the New Year of al-Mu'tadid is entered as paid, year after year, except one. Against the year three hundred and six there is nothing. A blank, said the 'amil's man, is a year not paid. Eleven years not paid makes arrears, and arrears carry the penalty of a third. Four dirhams on every jarib of wheat land, and the third on top. You know the sum. It is the sum that sent Abu'l-Khayr's brother into the 'amil's prison in Shubat.

I asked the clerk to read out, from his register, the day on which the kharaj has been collected every year since the reform. He read it: the eleventh of Haziran, the New Year of al-Mu'tadid, every year from the year two hundred and eighty-two. He read it thirty-five times, because I asked him to read every year aloud and not to say "and so on". The 'amil's man shifted his feet at the door.

Then I asked the secretary on what day the year three hundred and six had begun. He did not know. Why would he know? Nobody knows that sort of thing except the people who sit up for the crescent. I took out my notebook for that year. You know it: the one with the cracked binding, where I kept the crescents. Against the beginning of Muharram in the year three hundred and six I had written: crescent seen from the roof on the evening of the thirteenth of Haziran, low, thin, in the dust after sunset, by me and by you. You were there, Hilal. You will not remember. You were fourteen and you said it was a cloud.

The thirteenth of Haziran. Two days after the New Year. So the year three hundred and six began when the eleventh of Haziran had just gone by.

And against the beginning of Muharram in the year three hundred and seven: crescent seen on the evening of the second of Haziran. Nine days before the New Year.

So the year three hundred and six began after one eleventh of Haziran and ended before the next. It had no eleventh of Haziran in it at all. The sun did not come to that day while three hundred and six was the year's name. There was no collection because there was no day to collect on, and the diwan of that time knew it and left the year blank. The blank is not a debt. It is the mark of a year that did not reach the harvest.

The secretary looked at the notebook for some time. Then he said: and if your notebook is wrong?

It was the right question, and I was glad of it. A man who asks it can be shown. I told him he should not believe the notebook. A notebook is a man's eye, and a man's eye on a dusty evening can be wrong about a crescent by a day, even by two. I told him to believe the count instead, which needs no eye and no instrument and which the clerk could do on his fingers in front of us.

I asked the clerk to count the harvests from the New Year of al-Mu'tadid to this summer. He counted, and said thirty-five. Then I asked him to count the names of the years in his register over the same time, from two hundred and eighty-two to three hundred and seventeen, both included. He counted, and said thirty-six. He counted again because he did not like it, and said thirty-six again.

One name too many, I said. Nobody did it, and nobody could have prevented it. The year of the moon, by which the register is kept, is eleven days shorter than the year of the sun, by which the wheat is grown. Eleven days a year, every year. In thirty-three years and a half the eleven days add up to a whole year, and one year-name goes by without a harvest day inside it. If my crescents are wrong by a day, or by three, it changes nothing except where the missing year falls; it may be three hundred and six or it may be its neighbour, but one of them is empty, and the diwan's own register says which. This is what the number does and it would do it if there were no astronomers.

I saw the 'amil's man move his lips while the clerk was counting the second time. He can count too. He said nothing.

The secretary asked me to write it in a form that his people could keep and that the 'amil could not argue with. I wrote it in two lines: the count of harvests, the count of names, and the reason for the difference, in the plainest words I could find. I put no tables in it. Tables frighten people who would otherwise understand. The secretary read it and had a seal put to it, and the arrears were struck from the register in my sight, with a line through the 'amil's claim and the words "no Nawruz fell in it" written in the margin by the clerk.

I have since thought that the clerk should have written it in the margin of every year of the kind, past and to come, so that nobody has to go to Baghdad about it in thirty-three years' time. Write to the secretary when you have a reason, and suggest it. He will know your name from me.

The road and the lodging and the doorkeepers have cost forty dinars, which is more than my own share of the arrears would have been. Do not tell anyone what it cost. They will think they owe me, and they do not owe me either.

The third chapter: on an observation I did not make

This castle has been empty since the caliphs went back to Baghdad. The walls are of plaster over brick, and the plaster is coming away in sheets the size of a man's back, so that every room has a white floor. There is a keeper, who lives in two rooms by the gate and sells barley to people on the road. There are owls in the upper rooms. Yahya does not like the owls.

We came here because I could not sit the mule any further, and the keeper has given us a room on the river side. The water of this place has not agreed with me. My feet have swollen so that I cannot get my shoes on, and there is a fever that comes in the afternoon and goes at night. I am telling you this only so that you know why the letter is in another hand. Do not travel. By the time you received a message and came, it would be done one way or the other, and the instruments would have had two of us away from them instead of one.

Last night the fever went early and the Moon came up over the river, nearly full, very clear, with no dust. I asked Yahya to bring my father's small astrolabe from the saddlebag, and I took the Moon's altitude from the window when it was highest, holding the ring on my thumb, as my father taught me before I could read. I read the number off the scale and told Yahya to write it down here, with the hour, which I judged from the stars on the plate.

Then I told him to strike it out. He has struck it so hard that the pen has gone through the paper. Do not try to read it.

The astrolabe is the width of my palm. On that scale a degree is the width of a barley grain, and I was dividing it by eye, by lamplight, with an eye of seventy years and a hand with the fever in it. I could not tell you whether the number was right to the half degree. And a number, once it is written, does not carry with it how it was taken. Someone copies it. Someone else copies the copy. In a hundred years it is in a table next to numbers taken with the large quadrant at the meridian over forty years, and it looks just like them. I have spent my life removing numbers like that from Ptolemy, where they were not his fault. I will not put one into my own book at the end.

It was a good Moon, all the same. I have not seen the Moon so clear since I left Raqqa.

The fourth chapter: on the book

There are three copies of the tables in Raqqa: the house copy, the copy at the house of the qadi, and the copy I made for Abu'l-Khayr's son, who will never open it. You know where they are.

Keep the observing. At the summer solstice take the noon shadow of the large gnomon three days on either side of the day, as we did. At the equinoxes use the ring. Keep the crescents. Keep the eclipses above everything; the eclipses are the most valuable thing we have, because the sky arranges them and no man can arrange them for his convenience, and so they will be worth something to whoever comes after us, even if they are very far after us and know a great deal more than we do.

When the sky disagrees with the book by more than the error of the instrument you used, the sky is right and the book is wrong. You will not want to believe this, because the book is mine, and you were brought up in this house. That is not a reason. Write the correction in the margin of the house copy first, in red, with the day, the instrument, the number of observations, and your name. Then the other two copies. Do not wait for me to agree. I will not be in a position to.

I gave the year as three hundred and sixty-five days, five hours, forty-six minutes and twenty-four seconds. I do not think it is the last word. Ptolemy's was not. Forty years is long for a man and it is short for the sun. If one day you have forty years of your own and they give you a different number, put your number in and put mine in the margin, in black, so that whoever comes after can see where you started from.

If anyone shows you the eighth sphere moving forward and back, as Thabit taught, ask him first for his observations and only afterwards for his figure.

The fifth chapter

Pay the carpenter.

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Here my master stopped, because he wished to sleep, and he said he would go on in the morning.

He died in the night, between the call to the night prayer and the call to the dawn prayer, nearer to the second. I took the hour from the call from the village across the river, because there is no water-clock in this castle and I do not know how to read the hour from the stars on the plate. I write down how I took it because he would have wanted to know.

He is to be buried here tomorrow, after the noon prayer. The keeper knows a place against the north wall, where it is dry.

I am sending this letter and the sealed letter for the 'amil with the barley-seller's son as far as the crossing, and I will follow with the mule and the bags. I have wrapped this letter round the astrolabe. The pin of its rete is loose. He said so on the road. It wants a drop of the thin oil.

Yahya ibn Musa

THE END

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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, ante diem undecimum Kalendās Novembrēs (22 October 2026), ab Albategniō per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.

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