1504- The Swedish war drags on into its third year. Fortunately the enemy still has his hands full on the Danish front, and so has been unable to send a force to the relief of Viborg. However as spring becomes summer, it seems less and less likely that the defenders of the fortress will need any relief, as the renewed siege seems to be going nowhere. In August I order a second assault, and this time a number of Knights manage to scale one of the towers and get inside the walls. Victory seems momentarily in our grasp, but the Swedes rush reinforcements to the threatened sector, and we are forced to retreat once again.
By October, with winter coming, we are compelled to raise the siege again and fall back to our own territory. The war is beginning to seem hopeless; I decide to offer the Swedes a white peace but they will have none of it, bidding our herald carry their threats of vengeance back to us. It is now apparent that, for good or ill, the war will have to be fought to a finish.
To that end I persuade the Grand Master to arrange another loan; our credit at this point is so shaky that the interest rate is set at a usurious 13%. No matter; with the funds I begin to arm and equip fresh forces powerful enough to allow us to make one last throw of the dice in Nyland. In addition we outfit an expeditionary force of 6,000 men to send to the assistance of our loyal Hanseatic allies, whose capital, Stettin, is being besieged by Scottish troops. By spring von Plettenburg commands an army of 27,000 infantry and 20 cannon, and the roads leading north are once more thronged with columns of troops headed for the Swedish border. In May a Swedish deputation under flag of truce arrives at my headquarters bearing a peace offer- the enemy demands the entire contents of our treasury in exchange for their forbearance. I write a letter in response to the Swedish king- "Regarding your peace offer...We hurl it back at you, right in your evil-smelling teeth." Victory or death shall be the motto of this campaign.
In June a secret member of the Order, posing as manservant to a Swedish admiral, manages to steal the enemy's sea charts and smuggle them into our camp. Much useful information is gleaned about the sea beyond the shores of England and France, an apparently huge body of water known as the "Atlantic Ocean". Days later, though, we receive chilling news: Denmark has quit the war, ceding the province of Skane to Sweden. Our spies report large bodies of enemy troops headed eastward.
July 29, 1505- Following a furious cannonade, the army of the Order rises from its trenches and swarms toward the walls of Viborg. Battering rams begin to pound the gates while destruction rains down on our troops from above. Finally one band of Knights manages to ignite some hides soaked in pitch and fire a section of the wall. Despite desperate countermeasures by the Swedes, the wall collapses and our soldiers pour through the gap, cutting a swath of death through the panicked garrison.
By nightfall, the city that had defied us for so long has, by the grace of God, been crushed into submission.