Bold First Steps (1421-1423)
[OOC: Sorry anyone reading this, I didn't realize the history file didn't record building improvements or new armies being raised. So I've tried to guess when they occurred. I also played quite a ways into the game; this is the first part of that effort. I'm trying to speed things up a little bit, so I won't be able to take any feedback into account until, oh, roughly 1475.
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23 July, 1421
The fight in the council chamber had been short but very raucous. Although Constantine still pushed the hardline option of freeing Mustafa, pretender to the Ottoman throne, with a subsidy of 100,000 ducats, that option was ruled out fairly quickly. Strangely, it was the bureaucracy, led by Methodius the Logothete, who favored the military option of releasing Mustafa and preparing for immediate war.
"But we can't win! Not now - you didn't see us on Cyprus, flailing about, soldiers sitting on the beaches crying for their mamas," Nikolaios boomed. He had been dragged to the meeting against his free will, and was now hoping to limit the damage the wrong decision would cause. Not that he had any clue which was the correct decision. "Why can't we just hold on to him, see if a better opportunity comes up?"
Gallienus now spoke for the first time. "I suggest something as radical, in its way, as what Constantine has suggested. This Murad is an unknown quantity, but so must we appear to him. That's why we should act boldly to win the Turks favor while we continue to strengthen our position." He raised his hands against the angry murmur that was already being voiced. "Hear me out: Cyprus is a wealthy island, and will greatly enhance our revenues. The officials have ideas for improving the tax collection in the provinces, the Megadux Nikolaios has begun a training reform for the army and fleet ... in a few years time, we will be much abler to strike at the Turk and hope to win."
The Venetian ambassador, who was present although his Genoese rival was mysteriously absent, interrupted with, "But you do not have decades, or years, or even months. Murad will probably decide to just crush you --- "
"--- unless we prove to him that he can focus on other concerns first," Gallienus in turn interrupted. "The situation in Asia Minor is uncertain for them, with Teke, Karamon, and other emirates still present. I'm sure they would prefer to reassert their control over those regions before they try to crack the Constantinopolitan nut, as it were." This comment drew some uncomfortable chuckles. "So we should execute Mustafa."
If Gallienus had planned to make any more arguments, they were quickly drowned out by the uproar. Eventually Michael, Gallienus' father, stepped in to call a halt. "There are no good choices here. For now, we will simply hold on to Mustafa, and wait to see which course of action may be the most useful as events develop. Thank you all for your counsel."
Constantine grabbed Gallienus' arm as they left the room with everyone else. "You've changed, since Cyprus." It wasn't really a question.
Gallienus shrugged. "So have you. Your mouth just hasn't realized it yet," he said with a slight smile.
Constantine made no move to disagree. "Don't you realize how weak it makes us look to curry favor like that? I'll admit our position is not good, but your idea is just ... "
"Our position
is that weak. Our fathers fought to take the last Roman city in Asia, my mother's birthplace. And things have not improved much since. We must be ruthless in making our fortune, but that does not mean always choosing the direct approach. Remember Cyprus: the frontal assault failed, while a small army in the front and a large one in the back succeeded. Did retreating and then landing just a small force make us look weak? Certainly. But who rules Cyprus now?"
"I see your point," Constantine nodded. And Gallienus could tell he did. "Maybe we should take extra efforts to see that your policy is the one that is ... implemented."
One week later, Mustafa was found to have peacefully passed away during the night. While the imperial doctors could not find any concrete evidence of foul play, they also noted that he had been in very good health just a month before. There was quite a bit of trepidation among the courtiers as word was sent to the Sultan Murad II of his uncle's demise. But the reply was as good as anyone could have hoped.
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On October 15, word came that the Ottoman Empire had declared war against its sometime vassal Candar. At the same time, the messenger announced that Mustafa's former estates in Thessaly, which had provided the income for his upkeep, would revert in full to the emperor, in thanks for his steadfast support to his suzerain, the Sultan. The sum came to 125,000 ducats.
That winter there were more debates about the future policy of the Empire. However, the team of Constantine and Gallienus were clearly coming to dominate the discussions. Manuel was ailing much of the time now, and Michael Argyrus seemed to rely on his monarch for the strength to maintain his control of the fractious court. It was also clear that Gallienus would, in all likelihood, succeed his father as hypersebastocrator, meaning that another Argyrus would set imperial policy. Constantine's status for the present was settled when his father gave him the city of Mistra, in the Morea, to rule.
It was a good choice, for any opportunities to expand would be found in the south. To the northwest of the Morea was Albania, a Catholic state ruling an Orthodox people. Likewise to the north was the fragile Duchy of Athens, a Crusader holdover subjegating the Greeks of Hellas. The Cyprus expedition had been so wildly successful that no one was surprised when Constantine took the bulk of his army with him to the Morea. While Athens was a vassal of Tuscany, and Tuscany part of an Italian alliance, Albania had only an alliance with Naples.
"The problem was Epirus," as Nikolaois and many other Byzantine officials called it, "is that we have no land route to it, except through Hellas. And the Duke of Athens is not so stupid as to grant us free passage, to pillage his farms and plunder his livestock. So, it would be back into the boats for us! And we would be attacking into the mountains. Then the Neapolitans could attack us in the back. Mmmm, not easy, m'lord, not easy at all ..." he opined.
Constantine waved a hand. "I have the utmost faith in our troops, Megadux. You have trained them well, and their numbers are larger than ever. We'll make arrangements to remove the cavalry after the initial battle, though. No need to lose good mounts on the mountain paths. And I suppose we could then send them to invade Apuleia ..."
"I have a suggestion," Gallienus put in. "The Venetians rule Ragusa, just north of Albania. They have a great fleet, and would certainly welcome another hold on the Italian mainland. But I do not know if they would honor our alliance." He drew out a constitution submitted to his father back in Constantinople. "They have been pressing for some improved quarters for their merchants, docks for their trading vessels, and accomodations for their ambassadors. The expense, while not insignficant, is not that great either. Perhaps we could send them word of our generous gift of improved quarters before the declaration of war?"
Constantine clapped his hands. "Perfect! I have a very good feeling about this! It will be a personal gift from Constantine of Mistra to the illustrious Dux of Venetia."
The gift would have worked perfectly, except that on April 5th, less than a month after its arrival, the Grand Comnenus of Trebizond declared war on Dulkadir, since the latter was involved in a war in the Caucusus and Armenia. Venice may have been willing to side with Byzantium, but was not going to do so for Trebizond, and dishonored the alliance.
Constantine was fit to be restrained. "How could my cousin just go ahead and do something like that! Destroying the alliance just as we were ready to declare war!" He stormed back and forth on the balcony of the palace. Nikolaois was just as upset. "Now we have to move the entire army to the Black Sea? Very long trip, that. Half of them won't survive the winter in Trebizond." He spat on the balcony, then nervously covered it with his boot before anyone noticed.
Gallienus had a different view. "Venice will not rejoin our alliance while we are engaged in an Eastern War. Trebizond has made this mess, and now must clean it up. We should dishonor the alliance as well; then our diplomats can cajole the Venetians back, and the Grand Comnenus will have nowhere to turn but back to us."
Nikolaois was shocked. "That --- that --- it's pure treachery!"
"The rules of civility are written by the idle rich, at times of peace. We are not rich, idle, or at leisure to live in peace. So the rules of civility must be put aside for the moment," Gallienus said in a deliberate tone. He carried the day.
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1422-1423
On April 21st, the military accord between Rome and Venice was signed. On May 15th, the armies loaded the fleet off the western coast of the Morea. On June 2nd, a humbled Trebizond entered the alliance. And by July 8th, Nikolaois had led the Roman armies to a smashing defeat of the Albanians in the heart of their homeland. While the Venetians pillaged southern Italy, all of the Roman cavalry and a few hundred infantry reboarded the fleet to return to the Morea. Although the Albanians made another attempt to break the siege, this too failed, and the siege continued uneventfully through the winter and into 1423.
Exactly a year after the war began, Albania was in Roman hands. However the Venetian expeditionary force in southern Italy had dissolved after initial victories, and it was now time for final dispositions. Umberto Largo, formerly the Venetian legate's secretary in Constantinople, had been sent as ambassador-at-large to the peace parlee at Mistra. Petros represented the Grand Comnenus of Trebizond, who had managed to buy his way out of his ill-conceived war after a series of defeats. Gallienus represented Constantine (as the war had been considered Constantine's business as Despot of Morea, rather than Manuel's as Basileus), Niccolo represented Naples, and George represented Albania.
"We are ready to freely acknowledge Constantine of Morea as our overlord and suzerain," announced George with a flourish.
"That's all well and good," said Umberto in a tone that indicated he found it neither well nor good, "but the Republic of Venice has seens its best sons and the pride of its shipyards lost in this tragic affair."
Niccolo snorted. "If those were the best Venice had to offer, it's a wonder the city's survived this long!"
"The Grand Comnenus does not feel he should be left out of any settlement either," piped Petros. He was not surprised when everyone ignored him.
Gallienus smiled. "Gentlemen, though we have warred, let us no longer be enemies. The Neapolitans have shown themselves true allies to the Albanians, but that cause is now lost." George paled slightly at this. "Though you fought off one Venetian army, you are in no position to continue the war. Let us end things now, and return them to the way they were." Niccolo nodded; a white peace had been his goal.
As Umberto gathered in breath for a tirade, Gallienus hurried on. "And of course we are even more mindful of the brilliant faithfulness of our Venetian friends! The Emperor has personally instructed me to compensate you for the cost of refitting your ships, plus giving donatives to your new soldiers. I am empowered to offer you the sum of 50,000 ducats." Umberto exhaled, and nodded to himself. "An acceptable sum. Where will you find the money?"
"Why, it will be drawn from the former royal treasury of Albania, when we send our governor to our new province." George hung his head.