Part Three
“Once it was a rich province of the Roman Empire, and it was the birthplace of Emperors. When the Western Empire fell, the Eastern Empire slowly lost control of the Danube lands. Raiders from the steppes devastated it; Huns and Mongols made it a wasteland.”
“As Saxons settled in Transylvania, so people from Transylvania moved east. Transylvania, Wallachia, the Dobruja, Moldovia and Rumelia are all bound by common ancestry and religion. The princely House of Wallachia was the House of Basarab, named for the man who founded our line.”
“Then the Turks exploded across Asia Minor, sweeping everything before them but the little bit of Thrace around Constantinople itself. They came overland and by sea and they rolled into the Balkans like a wave up a beach. They took over some of these lands and bound the rulers of others – like Wallachia – as vassals.”
“The boyars of that age were not aristocracy as you would find in western Europe. They were village headmen or important landowners, some elected and some appointed by the Prince. They taxed their people – serfs – but were themselves immune from taxes. And whenever a Voivode would be overthrown or die, the boyars would meet and elect his successor from the males of the House of Basarab.”
“In my lifetime, the Turks hit upon a scheme of simple, brutal effectiveness. They would crush any Prince who stood against them and then accept lavish presents and tribute from his successor. The new Prince would have had to lay out bribes to the boyars to be elected, which would leave him poor and weak. Only by grinding down the peasants could he find the means to pay the Turks and to defend the land from the other Princes. Then, whenever the Turks needed more tribute, a trumped-up charge would bring down that Prince and the cycle would begin again.”
“Because of this, the rich Roman lands – the Romania – remained free of direct Turkish rule, but they were ground down and impoverished by the insatiable demands of the Turks. As long as the Turks could pit the Princes against the boyars and against each other, it cost them little to retain control.”
“When my father was Voivode – he who was called Dragon, and deserved the name – he offended the Sultan and was forced to give hostages to the Turks. My brother Radu and I were sent to Constantinople and delivered to the mercy of the Sultan, who had none. We were given our letters and taught to do sums, and we were schooled in the arts of war. But we were Christians – infidels – and barbarians from the woods, and we were despised and tortured.”
Here he paused to pour more beer from the pitcher into their mugs, and he stared for a long moment into the steady flame of the lamp.
“They did vile things to us. They said it was because we were infidel, but that was not the reason. We were beardless boys, far from home and under no protection, and these were men who preyed upon the defenseless because they could. I swore then that I would never submit, that I would see my country free and strong! I swore terrible oaths. I pledged my soul.”
“Radu broke. He converted to Islam and became a favorite companion of the Sultan. I refused, and I suffered. At last they tired of abusing me and they threw me into a cell with lepers, and they left me to die.”
“I was only there a day or so. Radu pleaded with the Sultan – the only good turn he ever did for me – and I was released. But one of the men in that awful place was not a leper, but rather suffered from this porphyria that I now share. He apologized, while he drank from me. I will give him that – he apologized.”
“My father was killed by a Danist. They were the members of the other branch of the Basarabs, the descendants of Prince Dan. His killer became Voivode as Vladymir Second. But Vladymir had paid so much for his election that the annual tribute to the Turks began to slacken, and so the Turks decided to send me back to Wallachia to depose him. We fought for control of the country, and each of us spent years in exile plotting in turn against the other. Finally I avenged my father and took my rightful place as Voivode.”
“I killed the treacherous boyars and I killed the Saxons. I killed the thieves and the harlots, I killed the dishonest and the liars and the unfaithful. I killed the Turks and I killed others to frighten the Turks. I hated everyone – my people for sending me to the Turks, the Turks for what they had done… everyone. And I took my revenge on everyone; I killed thousands. They came to call me ‘The Impaler’. I grew madder and more blood-thirsty by the day, until my people and the other Princes decided that even the Turks would be better than I. They thought they killed me, but I dressed another’s headless body in my clothes and I fled. At some point, I grew sickened by the killing, and I rediscovered my faith. I saw that if I had succeeded in killing every man who had a bit of wickedness in him, more would have died than from the Black Death. And as the years rolled on, I began to marvel that I did not age or die.”
“The story of Romania after that is grim. She was bled by the Turks, torn apart in World War One, bled again in World War Two and devastated by the Communists.”
“I do not know if history can be changed, Kevin. But I swore an oath – on my eternal soul, when I still had one – and I will have no rest unless I try. My people deserve better than this. They deserve better than I gave them. But they will only have peace and security if we can make them strong enough to defend themselves.”
“I have studied the problem for many years, and I have encouraged the work of others. I have the means, now, to return to that place and time. I have already been there; that is how I came to rescue you. And I am asking for your assistance because you have already made a difference in that history.”
“I do not know how you and your friends came to be there, and I know you are truly no Mongol. But the presence of your group let Prince Dan convince the boyars that he had powerful allies – fearsome Mongol allies. When the Sultan warred on the Byzantines, Dan decided that the time was right to war on the Turks. He forged an alliance with the Prince of Moldavia and struck hard. While the Turks besieged the Great City, the Princes of Wallachia and Moldavia swept the Turks out of the Dobruja, Rumelia and Bulgaria. The Moldavians tired of the war and returned home, for they had fought a great battle with the Turks north of Varna and lost heavily in the victory. Dan fought on, for he knew that the Turks would not let him live unless he conquered.”
“And Thrace came under the Turks, and the Great City was sorely beset. But even as the Byzantines were facing destruction, the Sultan began moving his armies east. And in the end, the Sultan sent an embassy to the Prince of Wallachia. The Dobruja, Rumelia and Bulgaria were offered to him, and for once the Sultan paid tribute to the Prince! And Dan wisely accepted the embassy, and concluded a treaty of defense with Byzantium.”
“So you see, Kevin, your mere presence has already changed the history that I knew. Wallachia is greatly enlarged, and supported by powerful allies. But Dan proved to be corrupt and wasteful, and I fear the land will be divided once more unless you and I can intervene.”
There followed a long, thoughtful silence. “I have so many questions,” Kevin began. “But I don’t know how to ask them. I will tell you that I don’t give a damn about Wallachia, or what went on there centuries ago.”
“But for the sake of you and your brother… yes, I’ll help you for the sake of those two boys.”
Vlad sighed and stretched. “Very well. You must sleep. The sanitary arrangements and the bath are down the hall to your left. Please don’t venture past the hallway until the morning, when I can show you what parts of my home should be avoided.”
“And tomorrow… Dan Second got himself killed in 1436. He was brave, but venal and corrupt, and wasteful. The boyars are meeting to choose a successor, and I think you and I should be there.”
Kevin nodded, slowly. “I still don’t understand what is going on. But my questions will wait until tomorrow.”