Homelands
Chapter Thirty Three: By the Shade of Trees
Part 5
Prelude:
In 1313 the impalings began in Prussia. King Vishly sought a form of execution so bloody, so violent, that no one would dare stand up to him. So, in the summer, some one hundred nobles were arrested and impaled around Kiev Palace where Vishly would eat his lunch by the shade of the "trees". Their bodies were left on the tall pikes to serve as a grim warning to anyone who would dare work against the King. Tensions between Vishly and his vassals were becoming strained. The Guard, which he destroyed out of paranoia and jealousy, was regrouping with support from the Bánát family in the Carpathian mountains. Unknown to King Vishly, in 1313 several of Vishly's vassals met to discuss the secession of the "Southern Kingdoms" or "Southern Lands". Eight proposed states were in attendance: Denmark, Brandenburg, Bohemia, Austria, Hungary, Croatia, Wallachia and Moldavia. Each had a proposed King or Prince: Christian Kinjitlin of Denmark, Otto áv Brand of Brandenburg, Tomás áv Luksæmburg of Bohemia, Ernst Witilsbák of Austria, Litto Arápád of Hungary, Louis Kran of Croatia, Franz áv Fránkæn of Wallachia, and Meinekinus áv Moldáó of Moldavia. However, the rebels were not without their dissenters. In Austria, Phillip áv Wen resisted leaving the Empire in any form and was a major land holder in both Bohemian and Hungarian Austria. In northern Moldavia, Meinekinus's brother, Ánton, was a staunch supporter of the crown and refused to let his brother take his half of the Duchy.
The Southern Kingdoms relative to Prussia.
November 14th, 1313
While the Guardsmen and unloyal vassals plotted treason, King Vishly and Ziedás walked amongst the pikes outside their palace. Moans of agony and drops of blood came from above as some writhed in agony, dying slowly as Vishly had wanted. Árás, the Marshal, caught up to the couple, panting, and after catching his breath stopped the King. "My Lord, I must express my concerns, we've been having strange activity in the south, I want permission to call up a larger army in case we meet any resistance in the future."
King Vishly Dines Amongst his Enemies, a period woodblock print from Hungary.
Vishly stopped and turned to look at Árás, "What kind of activity?"
"Well, first, we have the strange pilgrimage of black-cloaks. I for one have no record of such an order existing, but they moved in massive numbers. Some ports reported numbers in the hundreds several days in a row!"
"You are worried about pilgrims? What is wrong Árás, this is not like you?"
"The 'pilgrimages' started days after the attacks on Riga and Smolensk. They are not pilgrims, my liege, they are Guardsmen. And if they are so readily headed south that means they have safe haven their... allies and the such. Sir, I believe that the southern states are getting ready to revolt. Support for your reforms is very low in the south, and it is unlikely they will tolerate anymore."
"And you, do you support these reforms?"
"Sir, if I didn't believe it was right, I wouldn't be asking to call up an army to crush those who would stand against you," Árás said diligently.
Vishly paused as he looked the Marshal over. "Fine, call up the troops you think you need. We'll see if we cannot snuff this out before it begins."
"Thank you, my liege." Árás bowed and left the forest of pikes. The King and Queen eventually made their way back to the palace and into their throne room. They took a seat and were instantly approached by a regal looking figure who seemed, if anything, unhappy.
"My lord, Count Ánton áv Moldáó here with a complaint about his brother," a herald stated in a very matter-of-fact tone.
"Proceed, Count."
"King Vishly, I bear grave news. There is talk of treason in the south. Many who would otherwise be your loyal vassals have turned to treachery and slanderous talk behind your back, they have already moved to appoint Kings and Dukes of new lands; titles and lands that are unquestionably yours and yours alone."
Vishly shifted uneasily, the coincidence with Árás's earlier was slightly unnerving. Was he the only one out of the loop? "This is most unsettling. I assume you have names? Proof?"
"Proof only in the form of my honesty. Names, there are many, for our enemy grows more powerful each night. Litto Arápád is the ring leader, and so-called King of Hungary, but also Tomás Luksæmburg: so-called King of Bohemia. There are many more, but one in particular cuts very close to my own heart."
"And who is that?" Vishly asked, leaning forward.
"My brother, Meinekinus, the Duke of Moldavia plans to attack the belly of Prussia and seize her Black Sea ports while the others strangle her of her bread basket in Poland. He didn't count on me resisting his move."
"And for your loyalty you shall be rewarded if what you say proves true, and only if it proves true."
"I understand, but you'll want to move quickly, they are already planning. You might be able to out maneuver some of them."
Vishly paused, watching Ánton's movements, "I will do just that."
"Also, Phillip áv Wen, he is an ally as well. He was the one to first inform me that my brother was not the only one contemplating this illegal move against the crown."
"And I shall keep that in mind, Ánton," Vishly said.
"Thank you, and long live the King." Ánton bowed and left Vishly to ponder his predicament. The King leaned back in his throne and for the first time a feeling of powerlessness crossed his mind and made the hair on his neck stand up.
"Vishly, what is wrong?"
"This cannot be good for the Kingdom... but it is inevitable, Ziedás. We approach a civil war if nothing else, a revolution. I don't know how much time we have or even if we have any time at all... It is a feeling and a position that I am not used to." He pulled at his beard and then got up and paced the throne room. His frantic steps becoming quicker and quicker.
"What are you worried about? Árás's instincts have been proven true. His intuition is sharp and I sometimes think that the man might actually be some off-spring of Wallachian fortune-tellers," Ziedás said, "His instincts may have just saved the Kingdom. You might want to have him call up more soldiers. Especially if we are to fight a war."
"I will have to do just that," Vishly responded. Ziedás looked very calm for a monarch facing a civil war. She watched her husband run out of the room before letting her own worry come through. She was sure that Prussia would survive with Vishly on top, but had little idea what it meant for Prussia in the long run. She thought of little Gunvald who was kept out of the lime light. Instead he stayed with other court members when the King was available for audience. Would he ever get to be King? And what would he rule over?
End Chapter Thirty Three