Episode XXI: Love And Tverolence
A man come ridin cross the plain one bleak an windy day
He rode a silver stallion, his eyes were smoky grey
Moustachios most regal and a chest of manly hair
A devil wi countess and Queen – that wis the Prince ae Tver
His sidekick wis an orra man an aw but he wis mean
He wis cawed Seamus Dobczyński an he come fae Aberdeen
Studied at St Andrews, learned tae soldier in Gdańsk
An killed a million Tartars – at the Battle of Bryańsk
Haedrum ho-ho, haedrum herr
Konstantin, the Prince, ae Tver
The battlefield successes of recent years had brought glory and optimism to the Principality of Tver. Christendom had prevailed against the heathen tide, the Golden Horde’s armies shattered, their territory being rapidly retaken by the indomitable Tverians – and opportunistic ‘allies’ from the Latin west.
Fresh challenges, though, awaited Konstantin II Rurikovich, Grand Prince of Tver and Duke of Ryazan. The turmoil of the Reformation was sweeping through west and central Europe. Catholics battled Lutherans, Lutherans fought Calvinists, and even the Russian states – the bastion of Orthodox Christianity – were not free from sectarian tension.
Further difficulties arose when Roman Vladimirov suggested reforms to the tax system that would generate extra income for the treasury. He suggested a 15% increase in taxes on torches, pitchforks, accelerants and hooded clothing. Surely this would reap great dividends?
The rebellion dealt with, Seamus Arkadiusz Dobczyński returned to the capital, and brought the latest news to Konstantin.
‘These are strange times, sir. Though often amusing.’
‘They certainly are, Dobczyński. Now then. I see that my cousin Vassili has thrown off the Horde’s control at last.’
‘Yes, sir. And now that Muscowy is free, perhaps we should better our relations with them.’
‘A fine idea. Find a suitable Muscovite bride for Cousin Boris. This will bring our two nations closer together.’
‘Sir.’
‘How are our missionaries faring?’
‘Results are mized, sir. The people of Ryazan – the province – are mostly re-converted. In other places, though...’
‘Why does this only happen in large cities?’
‘I don’t know, sir. Must be the water. Or lack of.’
‘Right. Deal with that and, while you’re negotiating with the Muscovites, propose an alliance.’
‘Good idea, sir. They’re not in a position to do anything stupid, and a few extra regiments might come in handy. Oh, and the marshal reports improvements in the army.’
‘How so?’
‘New weapons for our cavalry. This thought make me slightly happier! And he’s had an idea for how to better fortify our borders.’
‘The man is a genius. Promote him.’
‘He’s also a strong supporter of your brother.’
‘The man’s a traitor. Execute him.’
‘Sir, I really think that you and your brother should...negotiate. He really doesn’t want to kill you.’
‘His knife itches for my back. Whenever he was nearby I felt like someone was eyeing me up, waiting to strike.’
‘By any chance, was your
other brother around at the same time?’
‘Of course! To protect me!’
‘Blade drawn?’
‘How else would he protect me? Idiot. Now go and deal with these zealots.’
‘As you wish, sir...’
Another opportunity soon arose for the Principality. The collapse of the Horde had resulted in the freedom of the Tartars’ vassals. One of these vassals was the Tribal Federation of Ukraine. A lonely, brother nation, vulnerable to attack from the rampant Hungarians and Danes.
They would require the Principality’s protection. A letter was sent – as a tribal society, Konstantin decided to keep things simple.
Besides, they had plans to try and take away one of Tver’s provinces. Traitors.
War, Vladimirov noted, was also an excuse to make some money.
Konstantin sent a call to arms to his brother Mikhael, Duke of Ryazan, in the hope that Mikhael would get himself killed.
The Ukrainians tried to counter-attack, but their forces were swiftly repulsed in Mogilyov.
Just to put Mikhael in his place, Konstantin decided to expand the Principality’s Sphere of Influence to include his ‘treacherous’ brother’s realm.
The Battle of Mogilyov was short, and the result never in doubt.
The sieges did not last long: many in Ukraine had accepted the inevitable, and realised that Tverian rule was preferable to that of Hungary which would surely have followed.
Soon, the entire region was under Tverian control.
The High Chief surrendered his country to the Principality of Tver. Konstantin appointed him Grand Duke of Ukraine within the newly expanded country.
Konstantin had been opportunistic, but decisive. With the rich city of Kiev now under Tver’s auspices, he was now Prince of the largest realm in Europe. And his brother was not.
There were still troubles afoot for Tver, both internal rebels and the collapse of the Hordes bringing new potential enemies – Christian and Heathen – into play. However, the foundations had been built to turn the Principality of Tver into a mighty kingdom – or more...