SUENIK THE BELEAGUERED
CHAPTER 58 - I'D RATHER BE VALOROUS THAN SLY...
(1159-1160)
I organise a campaign to bring sane and stable leadership to Kartli.
My method of choice is violent invasion.
Just to prove I'm not all talk and no trousers I lead the campaign myself and in short time I add another string to my bow.
Wow. I had no idea what a RUSH combat was! I know I get accused of being an egocentric maniac with no sense of perspective at times but I can honestly say, with hand on heart, that I think I have found my true calling here! Already there are heroic epics being composed in my honour and while there may be a slight element of exageration in them (I'm pretty certain that while I slew a lot of foes we weren't talking RIVERS of blood) the core message - that I'm a complete animal on the battlefield - has a sound basis in fact.
Amusingly, the commander of Kartli's armies has a REALLY stupid name. These Europeans... Why can't they have normal names like the rest of us?
(I mention this to my new wife and she screams at me in German and throws things - back to the tower for her).
The war is wrapped up in no time at all and I break from my usual policy of making conquered foes kneel before me in supplication and I wrest the countess' lands from him. One crazy German woman in my life is enough!
It's great being back in court, and I spend a while regalling them with tales of my conquests. In fact, I throw a few festivals, have some feasts, commision a few statues and generally drive home the point that I am quite possibly the greatest warrior of my generation.
It is therefore with great tact and a little trepedation that my spy master comes to me and points out that perhaps I'm not paying as much attention to my realm as I could be.
I wave her away and ask her to parcel out some of my land to worthy candidates. She suggests that my recent antics with the List have somewhat tarnished my carefully cultivated (purchased?) reputation with the Church and that perhaps the Patriarch would welcome me back to his bosom were I to farm out some of my holdings on a couple of men of God.
What the hell - it's quicker than building Churches.
I also give the Crown Prince some extra responsability...
...it'll help make a man of him. Maybe one day he'll grow up into a fine warrior of the Lord, just like me.
I go to thank my Spy Master for all her fine work (as the Church - believe it or not - love me again) only to find out that she's passed away.
I'm genuinely gutted by this and take a long time deciding on a replacement. Eventually one candidate outshines the rest...
...Mleh!
Ha! In your face Mira! A Mleh with control over the Imperial Pirhana Pools! Best decision this kid has made yet!
The List once again appears to have served its purpose as a valuable learning tool. One of Kevork the Traitor's offspring comes to me asking - nay, begging - me to take one of his infants under my wing. I smile and accept.
Can you say "hostage"?
Speaking of which, I receive a visitor - my father-in-law - wanting to know how I'm getting on with his little
schatz.
I'm puzzled by this. We have the same word in Suenikian, but I don't think the meanings are the same (although, coincidentally, I would readily describe my blushing bride as a
schatz).
This situation though... Most people would be intimidated if their father-in-law was the Holy Roman Emperor and he was inquiring after his daughter who you had imprisoned, but I am not most people. I, Aboulgharib of Suenik, am the ruler of the mightest empire in the East (if not the world) so I speak to as an equal and tell him that his daughter is a spoiled little brat who I have sent to the tower and who I have no intention of siring a child with...
...something he apparently agrees with. We're going to get on just fine.
However, someone who I'm not getting on with is the Count of Trapezous (isn't that a shape?).
Looks like I might be having another chance of epic combat pretty soon...
Next up - psychotics getting wedded! Corruption! Stability! Mad women! Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of Suenik - Land of the Beleaguered!