So very late, I do apologize! I had assumed that with fewer credits I would have less homework, and thus more free time. But it seems that, especially with two translation classes, I am busier than ever. The update is here at long last. Once more, I apologize, dear readAARs!
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BOOK IV
The Shifting Tide
Chapter VI – Meeting the Competition
Konstantinos stood in awe as he disembarked from the ship and beheld the mighty city of Korinthos for the first time. He had always thought Cagliari was a huge city, but now he knew it was but a small town in comparison. The walls of the city were tall and powerful, and a little ways in the distance, the mighty Castle Korinthos stood ominously, letting any would be attackers know that they would not take the city easily.
Before they could enter the city, however, the Prince and his companions were stopped by a guard and escorted to a clerk sitting at a small table. The clerk looked the four men over and asked, “State your business in Korinthos.”
Konstantinos walked up to the table and said, “My name is Imbert Nikolaidos. With me are Alexandros and Alexios Chrysasphes, and Kassandros, my attendant.” He indicated to the real Imbert as he said this last name, and the Post-Captain nodded silently, doing his best to act in the role he had just been given, but also slightly irritated at how cavalier the Prince had been about this whole escapade from the get go.
“That’s wonderful,” replied the clerk in a sarcastic tone, “but that still doesn’t answer
why you are here.”
The Prince gave his head a light smack, as if to say, “How could I have forgotten?” Then, with a smile, he said, “I am the Captain of Crown Prince Konstantinos’ body guard. The Crown Prince has fallen ill and is unable to attend the King’s Tourney and Feasts. He asked me to come in his stead, to represent him both in the arena, and before the King. The Chrysasphid brothers have come to compete as well. Kassandros is here to tend to us, at the Prince’s request. Here, I have the Prince’s signet ring as proof that we come on his command.” With that, the Prince placed his signet ring upon the table and nodded.
The clerk picked up the ring and eyed it over very carefully. Then he said, “This ring is genuine. I believe your story, Captain Nikolaidos. You may enter. And sir, when you return to Sardinia, please tell the Prince that the whole of Korinthos shall be praying to God for his health.”
Konstantinos nodded and said, “I shall tell him.”
Once inside the city, Konstantinos turned to Imbert and said, “I’m sorry about all that back there, Imbert. But it was necessary, you understand?”
With a sigh, Imbert replied, “I understand, sire.”
As they walked through the city streets, Konstantinos was in utter awe at the glory that emanated from the city of Korinthos. There were more merchants selling more wares than he had ever seen in his life. The buzz of the market place was nearly deafening. There were churches galore, from smaller chapels to the mighty Church of St. Alexios. He saw many priests in the streets, and monks as well, chanting and praying to God for the forgiveness of the Morean people. Troubadours sang at every corner, most of them rather poorly. This city was unlike anything he could ever have imagined. It was an experience like no other.
The Prince became so absorbed in the sight that Imbert felt it necessary to say, “Sire, we really should make our way to the lists to register, and from there to the castle to find our quarters.”
The lad was shaken from his musings by the Post-Captain’s voice and quickly said, “What? Oh, right. Yes! Yes, we should. Which way?”
The real Imbert motioned for the others to follow him and he led them through the streets towards the lists. As they walked, Konstantinos wondered at the many sights he passed. The architecture was beautiful, a mixture of the old Greek culture but with an Italian flavour which appealed to the Prince and made him feel a little more at home. He already missed Cagliari, but he knew it would not be his home for much longer. It was only a matter of years at best before old King Georgios died, and then Konstantinos would be the King, and this would be his new home. He figured he’d best get used to the idea now.
At one point the Prince saw a pair of men in thick black tunics with hoods pulled over their heads. The look they had about them frightened the Prince, and he asked his friend, “Imbert, those men over there, who are they?”
Imbert quickly whispered, “Do not make eye contact with them. They are of the Anoetoi, heretic fools who hate all governance, class, social structure, and order. They believe in a ‘Great Leveling’ which will one day encompass the earth. They are especially enemies of your own family. And there are those who suspect that these heretics are the real power behind the Council. Avoid them if at all you can. They are very dangerous.” Imbert wanted to give the Prince a fuller warning, but at present he could not. To tell about the secret order of the Anoetoi, the Krypteia, would require him to reveal the secret of the Dragons of Korinthos. But if the Royal Family knew about the Dragons, the risk was that they would want to use this elite force as an extension of their military, to supplement the Aspidai and the Knight-Guard. This could not be allowed. The Dragons must have one focus and one focus only: the destruction of those who opposed the Palaeologi, and they could allow no one to interfere, not even the Palaeologi themselves. Added to this, anyone who knew about the Dragons was in grave danger from the Krypteia. The Palaeologi were targets enough without being directly associated with the hated enemies of the Krypteia.
They continued towards the lists in silence from that moment on.
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Ulysses winced again at the pain in his forehead. But then he reminded himself that such was the price of his gift. The-One-Whom-He-Served had granted him the gift of a greatly prolonged life. Ulysses had not aged a day since he became the leader of the Krypteia all those years ago. But it came at a price. His soul felt forever stretched, and empty, as though he were nothing but an empty shell. This emptiness led to constant outbursts of pain, whether in his temples, or his chest, or his stomach, or his legs, or his arms. Essentially, every part of his body was subject to this pain at one time or another. But if it meant he could lead his brethren to the Great Leveling, it was well worth it.
His companion saw him wince and asked, “Are you okay, brother?”
Ulysses shrugged it off and said, “It is of no consequence, Anaximandros. Just a passing headache. I shall be…”
Anaximandros noticed his companion’s voice trail off. He put a hand on Ulysses’ shoulder and said, “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Ulysses came to and pushed the arm away, saying, “I told you I’m fine! Now look, there. Who is that?”
The other heretic was unsure of where his friend was looking and asked, “Whom do you mean?”
“There! The knight with the Palaeologid crest on his shield. See, he has three companions with him. Don’t make eye contact you fool!”
“I do not know who that is, Ulysses,” replied Anaximandros.
“We must follow them and learn of his identity,” said Ulysses with a sudden calm.
“What is so special about him?”
The master of the Krypteia looked his comrade in the eyes, and Anaximandros was terrified by the void which he saw in them. With a cool, eerie tone, Ulysses said, “The-One-Whom-We-Serve urges me onward. The Great Leveling shall soon be upon us…”
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Once at the lists, Konstantinos, Alexandros, and Alexios registered for the competition. They were informed that the tournament would begin in three days time, on Friday, July 18th. As the company was about to retire from the area and make their way to the castle, they noticed a disturbance not far off. Two knights were bickering, and drawing quite a crowd at that. Konstantinos insisted on checking it out and his companions had no choice but to follow him.
One knight was darker in his complexion, while the other was large and burly. The darker knight said to his counterpart, “I have no quarrel with you, sir knight. Please, leave me be. Perhaps we shall meet in the lists, but for now, I simply wish to make my way to the castle.”
“Don’t you ‘sir knight’ me, Pecheneg cur! Do you not know who I am? I am Alain di Aversa, cousin to the Count of Benevento! I am the greatest sword in the land!” shouted the other with utter contempt.
The Pecheneg replied, “I do not doubt your martial skill, Sir Alain. I only wish to know what quarrel you have with me.”
Alain rolled his eyes as if the answer should have been obvious, “This is a tournament for the civilized! You should have stayed in Moldau with the rest of your barbarous filth! Your kind has no place in proper, Christian lands.”
“So your quarrel is with my race?” asked the Pecheneg. “You think us uncultured and unchristian barbarians? Sir Alain, I am Alexes of Peresechen, son of Prince David of Moldau, descendant of Aba of Peresechen! My family have been fervent supporters of the Palaeologi since the days of King Athanasios! We have led our people down the path of Christianization and civilization! Many of my race can speak Greek as well as our native tongue, and the vast majority of my people are also Morean Orthodox Christians! What about us do you find offensive?”
“Are you mocking me?” shouted Alain in anger. He reached for his sword, ready to challenge Alexes, when Konstantinos intervened, stood between them, and said, “Brothers! Be calm!”
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The disturbance had now drawn many more spectators, among them Ulysses and his companion. Ulysses smiled and said something to his companion, but Anaximandros heard none of it. Something was welling up inside of him. He didn’t know what. Then he heard a voice whisper in his mind, “Anaximandros, you have been chosen… I have a special plan for you… I shall visit you again soon, then you shall know what lies in store for you…”
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“And just who are you?” blurted Alain in irritation at Konstantinos.
The young Prince replied, “I am Kon…” then he caught himself and said, “I am called Imbert Nikolaidos. I am the captain of Crown Prince Konstantinos’ body guard, and I am here to compete in the tournament on his behalf.”
“One thing you should know about Korinthos then, Imbert,” said Alain in contempt, “It is always best to mind one’s own business.” He gave the Prince a hard shove that sent him to the ground. Then, looking at Alexes, he spat on the ground and said, “We shall settle this later. You won’t make it past the first round, barbarian. I promise you that.” With that he stormed away in anger.
Alexes turned to the Prince and offered his hand to help him up, saying, “I thank you for your intercession, Sir Imbert. I do not understand why he finds my people so offensive.”
Konstantinos shrugged and said, “Some men know no better.”
Just then, the Prince saw a beautiful woman part her way through the crowds. She could not have been more than a year younger than he, and her blonde hair and striking features caught his attention. She smiled at him, curtsied, and said, “That was a noble thing you did, Sir Knight. I’m quite impressed.”
Konstantinos blushed, but before he could respond, a man in his early twenties, with much darker hair than the girl, came through the crowd and said, “Sister, enough! What in St. Alexios’ name is wrong with you?”
The girl snorted at the man and said, “Oh, ‘Tinos, I was merely praising this valiant knight for an act of Christian charity.”
Tinos grabbed her arm and began to pull her away, “Well I’ve had enough of your antics for one day. Come, we must be getting to the castle.”
“Let go, Tinos!” she cried out, “You’re hurting my arm!”
The Prince could not believe his eyes. He stepped forward, grabbed Tinos by the shoulder, and said, “Let her go!”
Tinos released her, turned and stared the Prince down, not even realizing that they were distant cousins, and said, “How
dare you speak to me in that tone of voice! I don’t care if you’re some representative of the Crown Prince. Hell, I don’t care if you’re the royal arse-wipe! I am Konstantinos Orestes Palaeologus, heir to Imeretia, and fourth in line to the throne of the Morea! You will speak to me with respect!”
It was all the Prince could do not to burst out right there and put that Imeretian in his place. But from deep within he summoned up his strength and fortitude, kept his cover, and just said, “In the name of the Crown Prince, I shall humble you in the arena, where I may truly stand for him.”
Tinos spat in the Prince’s face, “Then God-willing we will meet in battle there, and you will at last learn your place!” Then, turning to his sister, “Come, sister!” With that, the two of them left.
Prince Konstantinos watched them leave, anger burning. But he knew that in the end, he would be King one day. The time would come to put the Imeretian in his place. For now, Konstantinos Orestes Palaeologus would be allowed to rest on his laurels…