Episode XII: Tvereality Check
Fortune had, in recent times, been kind to the Principality of Tver, largest and most powerful of the Russian nations. While the threat of the Golden Horde still hovered, recent successes had given the populace hope that one day the enemy could finally be defeated.
With their newly acquired provinces successfully integrated, commerce flourished. Banking reforms initiated by Roman Vladimirov allowed an expansion of the country’s trade, and while Novgorod was not a major trading centre to rival Venice or Antwerp, it was still a growing centre for business. Tverian merchants bartered with those from the rest of Europe, increasing the country’s prosperity.
With a few years of respite from the Horde achieved, General Dyabrinsky, the official commander of Tver’s armed forces, decided to look to the army’s future. Tver had not, as yet, any cannons for military use, but arms merchants from western Europe were trading in Novgorod, and he was able to get hold of one and begin performing tests. This being new technology, though, he was eager to find out as much as he could. What harm would it do to have a look down the barrel and see how the thing worked?
Yuri Gagarin was a fraud. Lauded as the first
man in space, he wasn’t even the first
Russian.
The state funeral of the first cosmonaut completed, Dobczyński brought Aleksandr III some interesting news.
A new state, Qasim Khanate, had come into being, their diverse peoples uniting to throw off the oppression of the hated Tartars. Alone, though, they would be no match for the Horde’s legions once they were ready to face them.
‘We must protect them, sir.’
‘Yes Dobczyński we shall protect them certainly we shall summon the army.’
Many of the Khanate’s peoples had been converted to Islam during their occupation by the Hordes, to the extent that Sunni Islam was the official religion of the new, divided nation: their provinces lay on opposite sides of Tver. Their heathens provided Tver with ample pretext not only for war, but for the total annexation of their lands to bring all of the Russian peoples back to the path of righteousness.
The war was short: the new state had little in the way of armed forces. Tver’s main army marched into Pskov and seized control of the city. The far-off eastern territory of Viatka was better garrisoned, but only a matter of months were required for Tver to take control of both provinces.
Aleksandr saluted his new territories by looking up from his paperwork, and giving a very satisfied nod. His cartographers were much more enthusiastic, calling the new arrangement a great improvement, though still rather lop-sided. Dobczyński’s talk of ‘art deco’ did not improve the situation.
Aleksandr’s ministrations, though, were troubled. Vladimirov’s expansion of Tver’s trading capabilities was admirable, but it had brought its own problems. Vladimirov had introduced a number of new taxes, greatly enhancing the treasury’s income, only to realise that this meant that he had to pay them. Shady dealing with shady people followed, loopholes were found and exploited, and soon the black market threatened the livelihood of Tver’s merchants. Aleksandr flew into a rage.
The attack on Qasim Khanate had brought an unusual combatant: the Archbishopric of Riga had decided to defend the small, officially Islamic nation. Dobczyński decided to take a short stroll to Riga itself, to try and come to a meeting of the minds with the Archbishop.
Headbutting a bishop is not the most traditional method of negotiation, but it can be rather effective. The dazed clergyman agreed to release Novgorod as an independent state, and invited Dobczyński for tea and buns.
Peace, though, was to be shortlived: the Horde were back, and angry at Tver’s previous territorial gains. Once more, a legion of Tartars headed for that blue and pleasant land. The King of Poland, hearing of this, was quick to send funds to shore up the Tverian war effort.
The Tverian army looked to replicate its previous successes, maerching into the Horde’s Russian territories in an attempt to sieze either Bryańsk or Mogilyov.
They had reckoned, though, without the cunning of the Tartar. A large Horde army had advanced into Tver from the north-east and, with a lightning thrust, seized the capital itself.
Aleksandr tried to reason with the Horde’s Khan. The Khan did not try to reason with Aleksandr, because the Khan was, all reputable historians agree, a bit of a pr***.
Aleksandr raged against the heathen’s illogical obstinacy. The Horde were fighting three wars simultaneously, yet were concentrating their efforts on Tver, rather than the more dangerous Ottomans. He swore it was personal. He vowed to weed out all weakness and stupidity within his own nation.
Worse was to come. For some reason, the recently freed Novgorod believed themselves to be allies of Tver. Tver had liberated the country, but Aleksandr was unaware of any obligation to defend them: why should he, without any separate negotiation? But the King of Norway understood the regulations, and had waited until Tver was weakened by the Horde to launch a war of aggression against Novgorod. The Prince of Novgorod begged Aleksandr to help – but he had no troops to give. Where, he demanded, had Novgorod been when the Horde had attacked Tver? The international community, though, sided with Tver, thinking that their obligations to defend a small country in the middle of nowhere were more important than their current attempts to save all of Christendom.
Finally, the Horde tired of war, bored of meaningless destruction. They would remain bored of such for five years, when they would return for more meaningless destruction that benefitted no one.
The Horde’s peoples regularly rose up against their rule, though almost never in great enough numbers to cause a breakaway state. When defeated by the Horde’s endless legions, they inevitably retreated into Tver and began besieging her cities, even though they should really be on the same side, because they are almost as stupid as the Horde.
Their armies weakened, their cities under siege from men who should be their allies, Aleksandr was left with no choice. He went to the armoury, and donned armour for the first time in years. His armies needed a General. They needed to see their king. It was not his way, not having his father’s instinct for soldiering, but these were desperate times. It was, Aleksandr would say, the logical decision...