The Man with No Name (I)
The Eternal City of Constantinople was disgusting that time of season. As he rode through the noisy streets, Theodoulos the Chancellor, the Magistros of Achaia, was steadily looking forward – and yet he kept noticing things. The faces of the many citizens were glum, the merchants peddling pomegranates, pears and fish at the market did not sing and joke with their customers as they usually did. Even near the race-tracks of the Hippodrome, where the supporters of the four chariot teams, the Blues, the Greens, the Reds and the Whites were usually drinking, brawling and debating, it was much more quiet than ever. It seemed that the imperial capital has drowned in the waters of suspicion, hatred and fear. And even if Theodoulos already did not know the reason, it would have been evident to him now.
As his small procession (three mounted men-at-arms, two mounted servants, several donkeys overlaid with bags) reached the great building of Hagios Sophia (all the members of the Achaian delegation made the sign of cross), they saw a group of monks and nuns being led by guardsmen in red cloaks, commanded by a fierce-looking official in a burgundy tunic. Some of them were crying, some praying – and some simply keeping silence, but the faces of all of them were swollen from beatings, some missed teeth, the others – even eyes. Several of these clerics were nursing broken arms, several using crutches and canes – and yet neither the soldiers not the bureaucrat in burgundy took any notice of that. One of the warriors took several images of Christs and saints from under his clothwa – and the official pointed at them, roaring at their prisoners. – Spit on them! Spit on them, you idolators! Then the Basileus would pardon you! There was a great commotion among the monks – and yet none of them did. One of them answered. – The Emperor is high, yet God and the laws of the Church higher! In the next moment the soldiers started whipping the monks and hitting them with the hilts of their swords and butts of their lances. The shrill cries of pain were loud – and yet Theodoulos could still hear the official barking. – Send these rebels to prison… and the sluts, the so-called nuns, would become wives to the brave warriors of our Emperor. A woman should serve God and Caesar by her womb, not by speaking about theology!
When the Achaean delegation left the street, Theodoulos heard some of his people muttering angrily. He himself felt pangs of uneasiness. Despite the fact that he never was quite religious and prayed as it was told by the authorities, the chancellor still remembered how his mother secretly blessed him with a icon of Holy Trinity when he was leaving for the army. It has been hidden inside his shield for several years – blessing him without anybody else knowing it.He still remembered how warm was the wood, when he kissed it respectfully– and how he sometimes prayed to it before large battles. This shield has been lost during the massacre of Rishki Pass, when a Bulgarian arrow pierced the shoulder of Theodoulos – and stopped his brief association with dangerous and prohibited iconodule sentiment. For both the previous Emperor, Leo the Issavrian, and the current, Constantine, saw it as a pagan practice – and prosecuted its supporters, destroying their monasteries and churches. What has previously been a honored tradition of the Eastern Church was now a crime. And Theodoulos partially was happy that he now had no ties to that tradition – or crime. It could ruin all his life design – and yet he still had doubts and felt guilt about this affair.
From his childhood Theodoulos was enamored with the life of the nobles, lords and patricians. He himself was not of high birth and did not even possess a family name. However his father was a priest and a secretary to a bishop, a man of bookish knowledge – and he has passed the same knowledge to his son. By the age of sixteen, the boy already read in Hebrew, Latin and Frankish dialect, was acquainted with the works of Cicero, the codex of Tribonianus and ancient classics. Bright and honest, he was liked by his tutors and peers – and many in a small private academy he attended were sorry when Theodoulos left for the army to fight in the Bulgarian wars of Emperor Constantine. He proved to be a brave soldier though and was liked by his commanders as well, one of them finally making him his aide. Then he moved on to civilian offices, serving in various judicial and administrative positions in Achaia until the Doux made him his Magistros. And Theodoulos was sure that by zealous and loyal service he would reach what he craved – move to nobility, leave a legacy for his children.
And even if it meant that he had to close his eyes when he saw some controversial things sometimes – so be it.
- Master Theodoulos! – a messenger in the colors of the Doux of Achaia suddenly appeared. His cloak was covered by specks of dust and his face was sweaty. Jumping to the ground, he bowed and gave Theodoulos a letter from his master. – It was hard to find you… Thedoulos smiled. – Well, our lord has sent me to parley with the Court of the Basileus – and it means I have to visit many important people and coax them… Then he opened the envelope – and bit his lip, considering something. – Well… It seems we would not stay here for long.
To Christophoros, Strategos (Duke) of Achaia ((alxeu - Private))
My lord,
I do hope that you and your family as well. Hearing of you orders, I would immediately leave for the borders ofAthenes to try to legitimize your rightful claim to the region. Having studied ancient papers within the libraries of Constantinople, I believe that your House has definite ancestral rights to it, through Codrus, one of the last Kings of Athenes, whose blood may flow in your veins. If you would order me so, I would also hold talk with various powerful people of this province who are not happy with the current rule and try to assure them that under your hand they would be much more prosperous.
Regarding Constantinople, I must inform you that the mood is rather gloomy in this most glorious of all cities. The actions of our august Emperor against the iconodules have made many of the nobles belonging to this line of hought hate him fiercely. Most vicious rumors are in the air and it is said that there are disturbances even in the family of the Basileus himself, for Irene, the wife to his heir, Lord Leo, is said to be a strong supporter of the veneration of icons. Nobody knows to what this division would lead in the future.
As your humble servant, I also ask you for one thing. Having spent most of my life in military or civilian offices, I could not find a family. It is my strong wish that you, kind Strategos, would help me to solicitor a wife of well means and good qualities, of a fine family whose name I may pass to my children. If your lordship graciously agreed to assist me here and act as my patron, I would forever be grateful.
Your loyal servant,
Theodoulos
((Ask to get married to some debutante or invited noblewoman of noble blood with good traits matrilinealy)