With the Byzantines gone leadership of our previous alliance fell to Venice. Relations were still good and they asked us to join. The Grand Commander agreed as we still had some problems and were not even close to being able to stand alone.
"Venice and Georgia as allies, Marshal? I wonder how long it will be before those mad hillmen declare on the Rus again."
"No need to fret about that, Turcopolier. They have already declared war on them."
"Ah, hell! Why must we ally with madmen?"
"My guess was a Venetian declaration on Austria so I guess I lose, brother."
"Too bad we are but poor knights and wagers are too beneath us or I might be a wealthy man!"
"True enough, true enough." But I was already remembering the Poor Knights of Christ and those great knights I travelled with there like Hugue de Payens of Burgundy and Godfrey de Saint Adhemar who was Flemish and the adventures we had escorting pilgrims from Jericho to Jerusalem.
"Marshal, are you athought?"
"I beg your pardon, Turcopolier. I must have drifted off. Well, let us teach these Russians what devout Catholic knights can do."
"Amen, Marshal!"
It was not to be for the Turks decided to bless us with their company. I did not even bother with taking Angora. I knew levies would be raised and they could reduce it though not nearly as fast as my veterans. No, I would take this battle to all Turkish possessions. No longer would they menace good Christians.
I heard some good news as we marched to meet the fleet. The Russians were humbled and Astrakhan was given to our care no doubt the Treasurer would be pleased about that. I decided to strike the hardest objective first and that would be Corfu.
I said I would not forget the lessons of Zanzibar and we were well-prepared for this assault. I mustered a huge army the maximum our fleet could carry. We had developed a smoke shell as well to make it much more difficult for Turkish sharpshooters and artillerymen. The Admiral had trained his men well and no navy in the Mediterranean was grander and he had also developed a special squadron of bargelike craft for close artillery support while we landed. Zanzibar had been a harsh, brutal battle but Corfu proved to be one of the greatest victories of all time. The siege was brutally swift as I had ordered some 240 cannon for this assault and I had not forgotten the trained of La Valette.
From Corfu we sailed to Sicily and we landed unopposed though a massive Turk army was waiting in Naples led by the Sultan himself. The armies would clash in Messina with us outnumbered but with vast defensive works and cannon superiority. The mauling our marksmen and cannon inflicted was gruesome indeed yet their numbers and morale held and I heard the Turcopolier shouting to me.
"Marshal, marshal. The center is breaking."
I looked around, nothing was left but the quartermasters and the messagers and the wounded.
"Well men, we have a choice. We can wait here and surely die or we can ride and at least meet a glorious end. So, will you all join me on this, the last ride of the Knights of Saint John?"
No general could ask for better men. The pages, wounded, barbers, cooks all took up arms and mounted horses, even this man who was certainly dying, having been opened up by saber earlier when scouting. These men won this battle, it was not generalship or technology or any other thing. These men, these wonderful men, believed and believed it could not end not while they yet lived and I led them and what was turning into a rout turned into victory and the force of this charge carried us to the Sultan himself.
Great general he was and great was his guard far greater than my dwindling group of men and we were encircled and the noose was drawing in. But then, when looking at defeat I realized I knew some of these men here. Knights we thought long dead and they slowly cut us down. I could not believe it, oh cruel, cruel fate, we were going to fail and one of them looked up and he knew me, I could see it, he knew. I saw him mutter something and in the back I heard a clang but maybe that was a mace hitting my shield and these men moved as one and cut down others of the Sultan's guard, the Nubians and such, and then the Sultan himself!
I could not believe it and the man that noticed me said, "Much have we suffered, Marshal. The infidel does not take Knight prisoners but so pressed for men were they that they attempted to break us and serve as the guard."
"We owe you thanks, brother, and likely our lives."
"Excuse me, Marshal. I must see to my wounded," and he turned away.
So did I, so many Knights lied dead or dying and spent the better part of the night tending the wounded. It was well past midnight before I could seek out this former Knight and his swordbrethern.
"Where is the one I spoke to earlier?"
"Excuse me, Marshal? You spoke to us all."
"But what of this one?" and I described him.
"Marshal, there is no one among us that looks like that. Are you sure you are well, sir?"
It was real, it had to be real. I was not mad!
But in the end I could not find him and no one had seen me talk to him...