Chapter 14: The ultimate betrayal
30 November 1276, Passau
It is a common, but erroneous, assumption that assassins typically wear hoods or wear dark cloaks. Such items of clothing inevitably draw attention to a person in the wrong setting, rather than divert it. Most assassins, at least the good ones, look much like the one standing before Friedrich III. The Graf von Nürnberg saw an average man. He was average height, average build, cheaply clothed but not ragged, with a thoroughly unremarkable accent and style. Friedrich didn't even know the man's name, or even that the figure was indeed a man.
Friedrich felt some pangs of conscience; he'd impressed upon his son the importance of justice while awaiting news of a foul deed committed by somebody in his employ.
It was especially troubling to target a boy so young. Ekbert was even his cousin, as he was the son of the recently departed Ordulf. Yet without Passau, Friedrich III knew that he could never challenge Ludwig II again. First, he'd tried to interest some of the disenchanted citizens of Passau to support him.
Unfortunately, there simply weren't enough willing participants. Friedrich III had all but given up hope when he heard back from the mastermind of the conspiracy to strike down Ludwig II. Isabella de Beaumont was quite happy with her chosen killer's talents, and announced that Ludwig II would only survive another month. When Friedrich III expressed his frustrations to Isabella, she promised to pass along his problems to her friend. Friedrich was contacted a few days later. The price was high -- 150 thalers -- but he promised results. He would meet the Graf in at the tavern in Passau in a couple of hours.
Friedrich nervously looked about the tavern before addressing his employee. "Is it... over?" The assassin merely nodded. Before Friedrich could say thank you -- or even decide whether or not "thank you" was an appropriate response -- he was gone. A couple of minutes later, the Chancellor for Passau entered in tears.
"The Graf is dead! May God have mercy on our souls. Somebody send for Friedrich III; he is our liege now."
The new (and old) Graf von Passau quietly slipped out of the tavern.
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31 March 1277, München
The killer had been less accurate about the death of Ludwig II. He indeed died, but it took three months instead of one. Nonetheless, Friedrich III felt a grim satisfaction at playing a small role in eliminating one of his fiercest enemies.
With Ludwig's death, part of Friedrich seemed, for the first time in a long time, calm and at ease. Part of it was no doubt his sense that his wife would be able to deal with his shortcomings as a steward of the county funds.
He was also delighted with his daughter, Konstanze. She'd grown up well, if a bit cynically (perhaps too many discussions with Poppo?). She made an inspired match with Blayve d'Hauteville, lending even more prestige to the Hohenzollerns.
Since the d'Hautevilles were such a large family, they'd expressed no objections that Konstanze wished to remain in Nürnberg and have her children carry on the Hohenzollerns. Blayve was also a talented administrator and would find gainful employment among the service of Friedrich III. The proverbial "win-win situation", in other words. Blayve joined the other councilors of Nürnberg as Court Chaplain.
The other new face was Berengar. Prince Svein had died the year before after a long illness. Berengar was a very different man. Like Marshal Poppo, he was a man without a famous family. He'd traveled to Nürnberg after hearing of Poppo's promotion. The realms of the Hohenzollerns were becoming beacons for those talented men without family or connections. Berengar wasn't quite as skilled a diplomat as Svein, perhaps due to his lower class origins, but he was loyal, fierce, and incredibly bright.
With this body of men serving the Hohenzollerns, how could Friedrich III fail?
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15 October 1277, Nürnberg
Of course, one of the reasons family-less men journeyed to Friedrich III was his love of the simpler things in life: alcohol, gambling, and violence. The Graf constantly had contact with men of the "lower sorts" as some of his detractors called them. He often preferred their company to that of the snootier men of society, like his son-in-law Blayve. His tastes were just different.
Yet something changed in him as he grew older. It all began when he caught Xavier in the passionate embrace of one of the scullery maids.
Friedrich had meant to teach his son moderation with a stern lecture; instead, Xavier began to shy away from any but the most idealistic of romances. While a noble thing for a knight, for a scion of an aspiring great house, that was a terrible lesson. The head of the house of Hohenzollern analyzed his decision and began to wonder exactly how much damage he might have done to his son. Friedrich never thought about most choices he made -- he simply picked what felt right to him. Now, he began to realize that such a policy was, at best, ill-informed.
Friedrich grew much more careful and introspective, and it could not have come at a better time. The Khan of the Golden Horde had embraced Islam, and with the motivations only religion can provide, had conquered considerable swaths of eastern Europe and Asia.
Friedrich hardly ever thought about his Orthodox "cousins" who lived farther east. Ever since the Schism, the average Catholic simply forgot about his brethren. Only the most vociferous theologians bothered to consider them for even a moment. With the Mongols an ever greater threat, Friedrich III found himself praying for non-Catholics for the first time in his life.
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4 May 1278, Schloss von Hohenzollern
Friedrich III was broken in a way he'd never been broken before. He was supposed to be happy, to be thrilled that he'd found a new partner to share his life. Instead, his soul was completely empty.
The whole scandal began when Xavier took ill. He was a growing boy; these things happened. Surely, he would get a better in a few days.
He didn't.
Friedrich was hysterical. He immediately suspected Ludwig II's son of sending a spy after Xavier. However, the Spymaster couldn't uncover any such plot. He promised to investigate, and he did to his utmost, with no success. The Graf tried to get his mind back on his realm -- he planned to build a new castle in Nürnberg to commemorate 20th year as Graf -- but his son just got worse and worse. Friedrich grew increasingly agitated, and finally decided to go and see his son. Christine had insisted that Xavier's sickness would only spread. Friedrich walked in on something much worse, the most horrible sight a father can imagine.
His wife poisoning their son. His response was swift and brutal.
When Berengar found Friedrich a new wife, the Graf simply nodded with a glassy gaze. Alberade was physically attractive, mature, and an unrepentant glutton. She wasn't terribly bright, but she wasn't chosen for that.
She was chosen for her last name before marriage.
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14 June 1278, training grounds outside Schloss von Nürnberg
As Xavier von Hohenzollern walked towards the stables, many of the castle ladies sighed. He was every woman's secret -- or not so secret -- fantasy. He was strong, outgoing, ambitious, brave, just, and one of the most virtuous men in the entire realm. The only thing that bothered him were the lingering effects of the poison his mother had administered.
Unfortunately for the women of Nürnberg, he was promised to Princess Anna of Croatia. He was also a loyal soldier of his father Friedrich III, and the Hohenzollerns were at war again. His father had tried to reason with the Wittelsbachs, to allow Alberade to become the new Herzogin; sadly, he refused. Xavier was troubled that nobody had risen to support his father, but his was not to reason why, but only to do as his father commanded. He was a good son, and a better warrior. [1]
He would take the right flank of the Nürnberger Army; his father held the center while Marshal Poppo commanded the crucial left flank.
Could the Hohenzollerns win by contest of arms what marriage could not?
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7 March 1281, Castle Erlangen, Nürnberg
Friedrich III had been free since July of 1279, but a part of him remained locked up. He'd grown even more listless since his failed attempt to seize the Duchy of Bayern. Duke Berthold II simply had too many soldiers and too many friends.
Xavier started to worry about his father. He knew from Cousin Baldemar that the Graf had been depressed earlier in his life, and the last Xavier wanted was to be Graf too early. The title of Baron of the new castle of Erlangen was plenty to keep him occupied.
Friedrich had already been forgiven -- again -- by the Wittelsbachs, who'd named him Court Steward.
Xavier, an honest man and always believing the very best of people, couldn't understand why the Herzog von Bayern would be so foolish as to keep his father in a position of authority. Friedrich, being much more world weary, knew exactly why. Berthold wanted to control the Hohenzollerns, to dominate his wayward vassal. To throw Friedrich's failures in his face as often as possible. To ensure that the greatest threat to his power was in absolutely no position to challenge him. Friedrich actually admired the cunning of his rival, but for a time at least, Friedrich had lost interest in the Duke's seat in München.
After all, why should the Hohenzollerns be Dukes, when they could be Kings? [2]
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[1] Yeah, I completely missed how factions worked until after I'd already played up to this stage. I should really have waited.
[2] It's a weak claim thanks to Xavier's wife, Anna.
One more update before I play again, which should come early next week. Things should start to clear up considerably in terms of obligations in the coming weeks, which means more frequent updates.