تأريخ العرب فى السودان: شعوب المور السودانية من هم؟ وأين هم؟

الفقرات التالية منقوله من كتاب القسيس الألمانى Theodoro Krumps الطبيب الخاص للملك بادى الثالث فى عهد السلطة الزرقاء فى عام 1701م حينما زار مشيخة منطقة قرى فى الشمالية .. وهو هنا يصف المكان والقصر ولبس الشيخ وجنوده الذين يتكونون من المور والرقيق ..
On the twenty-second [of July 1701] we got off with the sun and came to Qarri at about nine o'clock. The shaykh sent a man who was to compliment us on our visit and lead us into the town. The mursal and his servants were well dressed with silk sashes around their waists. And so we rode in good order into the town. Wherever we went we were greeted by women with their customary cries of "yu! yu!" When we came to the shaykh's palace we dismounted and went on foot to an audience. In front of the palace stood four Moors blowing long, crooked horns--this was all the court music. Then we entered the palace through two buttressed arches and met the shaykh sitting on his throne. This was of earth raised about four spans above the ground and about twenty feet long and sixteen wide. The throne was covered with a straw mat of beautiful colors. Around him sat forty Moors with beautiful silk sashes around their waists. The shaykh's clothing consisted of a half-silk blue and red shirt which reached to his feet and had no sleeves. Around his waist was an expensive white and blue silk sash, and his head was covered with a little silk cap of many colors and artistically embroidered with silver and gold. In addition to the Moors there stood nearby about forty slaves armed with lances. We went up to the throne, paid our compliments, and then the mursal handed over to the shaykh the letter which the king of Sinnar had written to him. He accepted this with great reverence, touching it to his forehead. Then he brought it down and handed it to his secretary to read publically. The content was simply that he had sent [the shaykh] his own physician--me--in order to cure him. After the reading of the letter [the shaykh] and all those present threw themselves to their knees and kissed the ground repeatedly, with their foreheads touching the earth. Everyone except me did this. When the ceremony was completed, coffee was brought for me and for the mursal, and while we were drinking it the shaykh ordered me to be taken to the house of `Ali Da'ud, who had a beautiful home. Later that was done, and I was given a large part of his house. No sooner had I moved in than the shaykh sent me a big jar of butter, [p. 300] a crudely tanned sheepskin full of honey and several Munich bushels of wheat, along with a live sheep and one of his slaves to serve and wait upon me.