Marienburg, Baltic Order
May 2, 1624
"My brothers," Syrta von Reval, Grand Tressler of the Baltic Order turned to the assembly of komturs, rittermeisters and senior officials that made up the forty-two man conclave. "I first wish to thank Grand Komtur von Keefe for allowing me to speak before the vote, and express my pleasure at the spirit of debate in this hallowed place." He waved his hand to encompass the great cathedral. "It is a sign of the greatness of our Order, and the men leading it, that we can discuss our differences in a civil manner."
He paced to the altar, bowed his head to the statue of the sacrificed Christ, then again faced the gathering. "Let us not forget what brought us here today. We were not meant to gather and elect a new grand master. No, we were supposed to meet and discuss a vision. Hochmeister von Salza's vision."
"Lord von Salza dreamed of an Order without the divisive ties that have split us for so long, where the Conclaves often turn bitter because their sole purpose - our sole purpose - is to elect one man who may do what he wills with the komturs and we may say naught. The hochmeister is the supreme commander in matters spiritual and physical. We are taught that from the moment we take our first vows. Hochmeisters who are city born can force those in the country to do their will and vice versa."
"There was a time when this was necessary. There was a time when every day was a fight for survival against Pagan or Pole. Put another way, there was a time when we relied on physical and moral strength to ensure our survival, and we needed to organize like an army of God. Our ancestors, great men all, found guidance and counsel in the Catholic military orders and the Papacy. God has shown the world his displeasure with them, and yet despite several attempts at reform we still mimic their style."
Von Salza paused. "Lord von Spanheim is to be honored, not for his views which I disagree with, but because his skill in raising an army proved we no longer need such restrictions. We thrashed the Poles. We secured our honor and our destiny. We no longer need to fear our enemies - and so we may move towards a more enlightened state."
"Lord von Spanheim and his followers have called Lord von Salza's dream that of a merchant republic. Incorrect. What he offered was autonomy for the larger cities. They would have their own courts. Their own means of choosing a komtur. I realize some of you perceive that as a threat, but I am not clear why. Luebeck has a population of three hundred THOUSAND. Danzig over one hundred-fifty. Do you want to say the Order's administration is built to handle properties of that size? I promise to you it is not. I promise to you that laws that may work admirably for Lord von Hesse in Vilnius with his Lithuanians does not answer on the Baltic coast. Why should we be bound by one law? By one man?"
"I can promise you one other thing, my friends. Grant the cities this, and you will see a productivity and efficiency unrivaled. There was a time Luebeck ruled the financial world. The Italian states followed. Now it is our turn."
"Some of you will no doubt remind me that concentrating on finances is beneath a true knight. You're right. Remember, however, it is coin that feeds the hungry, that comforts the hurt, that converts the enemy. Even Lord von Spanheim's army needs coin."
"Is that enough reason to continue the Hochmeister's works? I think so, but I will give you another. I remind you again we were not to meet here to choose a new lord. Hochmeister von Salza was foully murdered by a man who, possessed by some evil spirit I assume, stopped him the only way his black heart knew how. Do this because if you don't, the enemies of the Order have already won."
He looked around one last time. "In this spirit, I therefore am withdrawing from consi...!"
The cathedral erupted in shouts. Guards shifted nervously back and forth.
"Withdrawing from consideration, and hereby give my vote to Adolf Friedrich von Mecklenburg. As you honor me, support his vision as the continuation of Hochmeister von Salza's great works!"
More shouts. Von Keefe seemed in danger of losing control of the hall, glancing around until von Spanheim stood. He smiled as the elder knight spoke.
"Freedom. The Grand Tressler claims to offer this. It's a heady gift, one far stronger men than you and I have found tempting. However, freedom from what? From our Hochmeister? From the tyranny of this Conclave? What does this defend our people against?"
Von Spanheim paced to the altar and spun. "Lord von Reval suggests an evil spirit led Komtur von Strichlund to folly. I would remind him that temptation, offering something you want that will turn you away from what is right, is the tool of the Enemy."
He clasped his hands behind his back. "No one has ever claimed being a knight was easy. It requires things my opponents do not mention: Service. Sacrifice. Honor. The willingness to do what is right not because it is easy, but because it is what we believe to be true. Being a knight is about submission - submitting to higher authority, and in so doing learning to submit to God."
"Lord von Reval warns us that a dishonorable hochmeister may 'do as he wills' with the komturs. Perhaps this is true, but who elects the hochmeister? We do. Who is best qualified to determine if a man is ready to serve, to give his life to the Order? We are."
"He suggests that laws that are good enough for Vilnius are not good enough for the Baltic. I would remind him that even today the laws are different from land to land. Most of the local laws are given to us by... the komturs. Most Hochmeisters have been very reluctant to intervene in local affairs unless something is happening that might endanger the entire Order. That is one of his tasks, to ensure the health of the knighthood. If that means some conformity, then that is the price of a strong, healthy society."
"What Komtur von Reval offers isn't freedom, but chaos. He has forgotten that the soul of Christianity isn't 'do as thou wilt,' but lies in service and obedience, trust and faith in God."
He held his hands out. "Lastly he reminds us of Komtur von Strichlund's error. Yes. He did a horrible thing, and now it will be our Savior who judges what was in his heart. He felt our very way of life was threatened. His folly lay in not trusting this Conclave to see what would be best for the knighthood. His folly lay in not trusting God. I bid you judge not his horrible mistake. I bid you instead to focus on what will allow our Order to prosper and continue to serve as an example to Europe, and what will turn us into a
merchant republic." He sneered the last, then added. "Thank you."
"Anyone else?" von Keefe asked. Von Mecklenburg stayed silent. He knew many resented him as an outsider. He thought it best to let von Reval do his fighting for him. "Then I will call the register."
Close. Very, very close. Most of von Reval's supporters joined the Mecklenburger, but not all. At the end of the call von Keefe took a long, hard look at the two acolytes with abacuses who diligently tracked the vote.
Round 3 said:
Adolf Friedrich von Mecklenburg 22
Konrad von Spanheim 20
"Very well," von Keefe added, then: "Komtur von Spanheim, will you retire from consideration?"
He thought about it, then shook his head. "No."
The cathedral once more erupted in shouts. Von Keefe didn't seem to understand. His request was mere formality to, on paper at least, allow for an uncontested succession. He raised both hands in a futile attempt to stop the noise.
Von Reval stood. "Silence! And what do you mean, 'No?'"
"No. I do not retire from consideration."
"It does not matter. Lord von Mecklenburg has majority."
"He will not rule."
"The Conclave has spoken!"
"The Conclave has been tricked by pretty words," von Spanheim sneered. "I honor them, but they are wrong. Lord von Mecklenburg would destroy everything we stand for on the slimmest of possible margi..."
"You did it, didn't you?" Von Mecklenburg jumped to his feet. "You killed the Hochmeister!"
The crowd's eager talking ceased, as if on a whim God simultaneously stole their breath.
Von Spanheim stood. "I believe I heard you incorrectly. What did you say?"
"I said you killed the Hochmeister! You killed him then let von Strichlund take the fall!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Von Spanheim's face twisted. "You, who have no honor, no courage, no understanding what it means to be a knight. You will not be Hochmeister!"
"Even now he spouts treason! Guards! Seize him!"
The soldiers near the door exchanged uncertain gazes. One half-stepped forward, faltered when his brethren didn't follow, and stepped back.
"Guards!"
Von Spanheim lifted his chin and clapped twice. The knights, followed quickly by their errant companion, snapped to attention.
"They will not obey a false hochmeister," he said softly.
"Traitor!" von Mecklenburg snarled.
"If this be treason, let's make the most of it."
The Conclave erupted again. Only once, between 1253 and 1256, did the then Teutonic Order have two grand masters. It resulted in a schism that could easily have destroyed them.
Von Spanheim's supporters, many of them quite alarmed at this but determined to be on the winning side, exchanged shouts with the Mecklenburger's allies. The soldiers shifted back and forth, uncertain whether to break up the crowd or not.
Insults devolved to shoving between old men, many of whom had never fought in their lives. With a single word, Konrad von Spanheim led the Baltic Knights to the brink of civil war.