On that fateful day when Mas‘ud received al-Hakim’s command, a state of total exhaustion came over his entire body, accompanied by a general debility and chronic insomnia. He lay there dozing occasionally but otherwise awake, progressing from one dreadful nightmare to another that was even worse. Droves of merchants and professionals would appear, each one devising new ways of reviling and poking fun at him; what scared him most was the thought of butchers either castrating or sodomizing him. The only way Mas‘ud found of ridding himself of these appalling visions was to rush around and mouth insane threats that were magnified yet further by shouts and roars. These would resonate so much that even al-Hakim got to hear them. When he asked what they told him that the slave Mas‘ud could see things that they could not; he was fighting legions of demons and other invisible creatures. He seemed to be like one possessed by the very devil. Al-Hakim commanded that he should be fed more almonds and harisa. If he did not recover his normal demeanor, he was to be beaten with sticks in the hope of dispelling his misery and recalcitrance.
But neither force feeding nor beating did anything to improve Mas‘ud’s condition, even a little. He actually began to lose weight. In a single week his body became even skinnier, and his bones started to jut out. People started talking about the way the slave was wasting away, while others were more scabrous in their descriptions of the way he was gradually disappearing from his grain to his sexual organ.
Mas‘ud was completely worn down and mentally deranged, but even so he was forcibly dragged to the markets in order to carry out the duties expected of him. It soon became completely obvious to the guards, the people due for punishment, and the entire merchant population that Mas‘ud had totally lost his potency. Aphrodisiacs no longer worked, nor did words of encouragement. Such was his condition that inevitably he became an object of general ridicule and malice.
Once Mas‘ud’s condition and the loss of his primary asset became obvious, he was confined to a cell close to the palace stables. There he was allowed to sleep in peace with nothing to wrack his nerves. Occasionally he would wake up, eat the scraps of food he was offered, and guffaw in bitter despair.
Running away or of even thinking about it was out of the question! For this slave, it wasn’t the idea of other people’s stares and swords that stirred the fires of hell. For him, hell had sunk its claws deep inside his very self. In fact, he had never experienced wars, revolutions, or natural disasters; if he had, the impact of his demise might have been easier to bear. As it was, the people around him were indolent and kept up a monotonous routine that did not give him the opportunity to reflect or to raise painful questions and suspicions. No indeed, this particular brand of hell forced him to recall terrifying incidents. Every day these memories would cause him yet more grief, and his attempts to shut them out would only make things worse. He would choke, then beg to be released from this world, with all its backsides and anuses that continued to plague him with their bloody wounds. For his accursed body all he craved was total annihilation. So it came to the point when Mas‘ud used to extend his neck and beg people to use their swords and lances to cut of his head and put an end to his misery. He was so insistent in this request that he began to imagine that his head had actually been severed. That made him more apathetic, and he stopped eating. He kept threatening guards with the foul stench of his corpse if they did not agree to put him in a coffin and bury him properly.
By order of al-Hakim bi-Amr Illah, informants were not allowed to talk about the way Mas‘ud met his end. As a result there were inevitably a large number of stories that circulated in popular nightspots and literary circles. One of them said that Mas‘ud managed to burst his way into one of al-Hakim’s council sessions with a coffin under his arm. “Lord,” he said, “I seek neither forgiveness nor security. If you cannot make people live, you can make them die. Here’s my coffin, so put me in it and bury it in the earth. We will meet again on the Day of Resurrection. God alone is the victor!” It is said that al-Hakim responded to the request and challenge that had been posed, and carried out his request. Another story has it that a group of high-class butchers were delegated to do to Mas‘ud what he had done to them and their colleagues, keeping it up until Mas‘ud died. Yet another says that the slave died after an unsuccessful attempt to castrate him, and another that the Nile waters had vomited him back. A medical examination confirmed that he had committed suicide with a hundred and one stabs to the chest.
Chapter Two. At al-Hakim’s councils
1, A Session of Violet Oil
When it comes to the entire succession of incredible and contradictory actions that al-Hakim took, the root cause of his motivations was a kind of chemical imbalance in the brain. From his youth onward he was afflicted by a kind of melancholia and mental instability. Medical science is unanimous that people so afflicted suffer delusions and imagine all sorts of amazing things. All such patients are convinced that their fantasies are perfectly sound; there is no way of changing their ways or diverting them from their chosen course. Some of them believe themselves to be a prophet or even the Deity Himself — may lie be exalted! Among regular symptoms is a confused jumbling of words, something that is completely obvious to those who observe and converse with such people; any doubts on the matter instantly disappear. Sometimes, however, this confusion may not be so obvious. The patient will only entertain such evil notions out of sight of the general populace. Indeed, in public he may well seem perfectly intelligent, as highly regarded as the most illustrious members of society. It is only as a result of prolonged exposure that the unseen contradictions become evident.
That was precisely the situation with al-Hakim. The people who kept his company over a prolonged period came to realize the contradiction. However, for people who stayed at a distance, it was only his actions that made things clear. Something that illustrates the extent to which he was afflicted by this illness is that from early childhood he had a twitch that was caused by a fluid imbalance in the brain; that in itself is a major factor in the incidence of melancholia. He was treated for the condition in various ways, one of which involved sitting him in a bath of violet oil and tying him down. His penchant for staying awake till the early hours, his love of riding, and his never-ending thirst, these are all symptoms of this condition. When Abu Ya’qub Ishaq ibn Ibrahim ibn Nastas served as his physician, he persuaded al-Hakim to relax his strictures against wine drinking and listening to songs — things he had forbidden and prevented people from enjoying. As a result his demeanor improved greatly, and his mental and physical condition stabilized. When Abu Ya’qub died and he again banned wine-drinking and listening to songs, his health reverted to its former state.
Yahya ibn Sa‘id al-Antaki,
Appendix to the History of Eutychius
One evening in the summer of A.H, 399 al-Hakim was in his wine salon, following the instructions of his Christian physician, Ibn Nastas. He was sitting in violet oil and drinking wine, all in the hope of ridding his mind of its fluid imbalance and curing himself of his spasms and melancholia. No sooner did he feel a sense of relief and relaxation — naked though he-was except for a loincloth — than he yelled for his devotees. They came running, kissed the ground, and took their normal places. He gave orders for singers to be brought in, whereupon male and female youths arrived and regaled him with the sweetest and most delicate of melodies. Once he felt at ease and completely comfortable, he allowed the singers to leave and summoned a young male secretary. The young man arrived with paper and pens. Al-Hakim gave two orders; one for the guards to leave; the other for the secretary to take off his clothes, sit down alongside him. and get ready to write.