KHANDESH THE BEWILDERINGLY SUCCESSFUL
CHAPTER 8 - KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY
(1461-1463)
I, alongside most of my court, have been awaiting news of the battle of Karshi with great anticipation. That my army will be victorious is without doubt. I am simply wanting to know how many of the rebel scum have been defeated so as to determine how large a triumph I should hold in my honour.
Oh.
We did not even cause the opposing force more casualties this time. I hurriedly denounce General Bhatti, questioning why any idiot would attack when so clearly outnumbered. The man has no grasp of basic strategy.
Noor supplies me with a fresh worry when her scouts report back showing that our erstwhile battlefield ally, Qara Koyunlu, a shamelessly opportunistic nation to so attack poor 'Mirza whilst his nation is struggling, have occupied the Timurids remaining land to the west.
This leaves me with little room to manoeuvre. The only other Timurid land I can conquer-uh, liberate from cruel rebel occupation, is the rebel stronghold to the northwest beyond Khiva. My troops are too bloody and battered to consider launching another assault there at present.
Nonetheless despite having suffered the shocking defeat at Karshi and despite the worrisome news Noor has now brought to me, I refuse to panic. I am resolute in my intention to continue the war, as there is absolutely no reason to worry about one piffling reverse. I owe it to 'Mirza to continue fighting both against him and alongside him. My forces are still on top of the situation, the rebels will be defeated in due time. Even if there does seem to a surprisingly large amount of them. Hordes you could say. A great deal at least. Hmm.
I did not lose my nerve in hurriedly sending Hemant to beg the Timurids for a peace deal. Rather, I can see my relation of some sort, 'Mirza, had things under control due to our aid. His country now has some rebel free areas. A few anyway. A village or two at the very least.
I have suffered quite a bit of bad luck recently what with the sudden bank loans being required, the surprise defeat at Karshi and Bihar's declaration of war. Still it is events like these which help shape your character and I think I have proven myself a cool, calm and collected ruler able to deal with the pressures of rule. At least now I should be due some good luck.
Wonderful.
I am left incredulous when Hemant tells me that the Khandesh Empire has become overextended. It is not as if I and past rulers have gone on a reckless conquering spree expanding in every direction without any justication for our acts. Our expansion has been completely justifiable. We wanted more land and power.
Still seemingly in the grip of bad luck, I decide to spread said bad luck around. Bihar can suffer too.
Having secured such a considerable amount of ducats from Bihar, it becomes clear why they declared war upon Khandesh. They were clearly wishing to make a contribution towards aiding our perilous financial position.
A few months later Noor brings me word that she has successfully completed her mission.
Which was to gain a valid cassus belli against a far smaller nation ready to be conquered and embraced into Khandesh. Inspecting the document which Noor procured, I note that it asserts our centuries old claim to the lands in contention, overlooking as I do the still wet ink. I congratulate Noor and send orders for the troops to make ready.
Deccan shall be made to pay for holding land she is entirely justified to call her own and for which I have but a highly dubious and spurious claim.
Evidently the Deccanese people agree with my view as mere days after gaining our suspicious claim to Telingana, the majority culture of the province becomes an accepted culture of my realm.
Noor has greatly impressed me once again in making this so. Apparently she achieved this by touring the Telingana province in advance of my troops, threatening the citizens of the province with fully loaded moles should they refuse to happily become citizens of the Khandesh Empire.
Considering the time now right, now that is that my troops are busy fighting another war hundreds of miles away, I declare war upon Durrani, wishing to subjugate the small nation as per the mission Hemant earlier devised.
I am left rather surprised when Durrani calls in a veritable host of allies and all of my perfdious allies reject the call to arms. All that is except for my vassal the Jalayirids, of course. A nation which must be very glad it has a me on her throne, constantly dragging her into wars which have little relevance and provide no benefit for the Jalayirid people. Truly I am shocked that no other nation has offered its throne to me.
Whilst noting the various allies Durrani has somehow convinced to stand against me, I note one name on the list which gives me pause for thought. Khorasan rings a bell for some reason.
Of course, the ridiculously named Faruqi is their ruler. Disgusted that anyone could so attack a fellow member of their family, I have Ulugh added to The List. He truly is acting in an appalling manner, I would never dream of attacking a fellow Faruqi. All of my dealings with 'Mirza have been with the sole intention of aiding him. Nonetheless when fighting a Faruqi care is always required, as I know only too well myself, my family is blessed with stupendous ability. Even strangely named distant relatives. With a Faruqi against me, this changes everything. This war has become far more difficult.
Which Faruqi will triumph in this titanic clash of remarkably gifted rulers? Why does someone named Miran Muhammand Khan I Faruqi think Ulugh Beg II Faruqi an outlandish name? Find out in the next poorly written episode of Khandesh - land of the bewildered!