Down the Nile
Duke Anfroi, the Serial Heretic
While the higher nobility of the Kingdom of Sicily (or the Hautevilles) had no problem adapting to Norman Christianity, the peasantry and lower nobility were not as flexible. The new ways, with women wearing the cloth and holding sermons and priests getting married instead of fornicating in secrecy and all that were too much for a lowly peasant.
Unrest was mounting everywhere in the Kingdom. Unrest like the Normans have yet to see. From Rome to Africa to Jerusalem to Sicily herself. Everywhere, the peasants gathered and plotted treason and rebellion. That was not so bad. Peasants, after all. Just, they recently had selected a figurehead.
Duke Anfroi of Gabes, still Catholic. Now, the only high noble within the Kingdom who still held on to the old faith.
Anfroi, figurehead of the peasant catholic revolution
Drogo was not even sure if it was collusion on the good Duke’s part or was it just peasants automatically decided that since the Duke is Catholic, he must lead them to victory. The King did not care too much as well.
“Anfroi, convert, please,” he told the Duke.
“I’m too old and set in my ways,” said the Duke, who back in his younger days, during the time of Bohemond, had no problem converting to Lollardism and loll about the lands of Gabes.
Anfroi the Lollard, back in his younger days
Now, more than three decades later, it was Drogo who faced the same issue.
Fortunately for him, Bohemond had already shown the solution as well. Easier this time too- no need to travel to Gabes. Instead, the soldiers nabbed several times the heretic Duke from the middle of the Council meeting and dragged him to the very same room they did back in Bohemond’s time.
Here we go again...
“Gaufrid’s cell,” said the King to the imprisoned Duke.
“You are familiar with it, I presume?” the King paid no heed to his ex-wife, Yefemia, who had retreated into a corner, crawled to a ball and started uttering some sort of curse towards the King.
Anfroi just nodded. He indeed got a strong sense of deja vu from this one.
“The good news is that you are 63 already. You most likely will suffer as long as Gaufrid did,” the King continued, with a sly grin.
Then, acknowledging his ex-wife for the first time, “And there is another bit of good news. You will not be alone in here,” she pointed towards Yefemia, who dropped mid-curse and scurried to another corner, where she began anew.
“Though I think you’ll not find the pleasure of her company to be not as much as was in her glory days,” Drogo eyed the Queen without emotion.
Anfroi was shocked: “You cannot keep me with this crazy woman, Sire!”
Drogo shrugged, indifferently. “You know full well it is in your hands, Anfroi."
The Duke sighed, heavily “You indeed are your father’s son, you know.”
“Why, thank you,” smiled Drogo
The Duke sighed again. “Oh well, have it your way. I shall convert to your faith.”
Drogo beamed. “As I expected, dear Anfroi!”
He held out his hand. “Shall we go downstairs, dear cousin?”
The Duke just nodded.
“No hard feelings, I hope?” the King added.
Anfroi shook his head. “None, sire.” Then, after thinking a bit, he added. “Some, sire. Nothing major”
“Good,” smiled Drogo. “Then, you can be my Marshal again.”
And for the second time in his long life, Anfroi, the Heretic Duke, marched down the stairs of Gaufrid’s dungeon a converted man.
Anfroi, going through his third conversion
The revolters, having lost their figurehead, lost their will to fight and disbanded. It was most likely a temporary relief though, for Norman Christianity did not really sit well on some of the people who also happened to be proud owners of pitchforks.
Succession Issues
Another thing Drogo had to deal with was succession. With Norman Christianity believing in equality amongst the male and female, it was reflected on the succession laws as well. Meaning, suddenly, the realm of Sicily was about to be torn apart once again- with young Paul receiving a few counties, rest of them being divided amongst her sisters. Apart from Mernissa, who already got the jackpot- Duchy of Latinum.
There would be Duchies for everyone, sure. But these things take time. And Alison already had a Duchy, but granted to her husband, Gegel of Tlemcen. Of course it did not count.
Sicily, divided between Paul and his sisters
Though Drogo was still healthy, he was already at his 50-ies, so the King decided not to risk it. In June 1173, the King re-instituted Male Preference Laws to the Kingdom of Sicily. None opposed.
Once again, young Paul would inherit everything. As is good and proper.
Don't worry, daughters, you shall still get your duchies
Down the Nile
In June 1173, Drogo turned attention to his really temporary religious brothers down south. The Jukondarid Emirate, northernmost of the Coptic states, was also a first step towards the Coptic Holy Sites in Aksum and Napata, down in the south.
Though the Jukondarids had grown, reaching the Red Sea, Sinai and even Arabian peninsula, they were still no match to the Normans.
Jukondarids, reaching far and wide
Drogo gathered his forces in Cairo and marched south along the Nile, besieging and capturing enemy castles in progress. It was swift and quite boring. By October, the Norman forces had reached Asyut and were about to siege the province when news arrived- enemy forces had taken the Red Sea route, were currently landing in Sinai and apparently, heading towards Cairo.
So, Drogo dropped the siege and marched north again. On 14th of December, the Norman army and Jukondarid one met outside Cairo. Drogo caught them in the most favorable time- still fresh from the landing. And though Jukondarid army had a small numeric superiority, it was mostly levies, while the Norman forces were only about a fifth of levies.
Long story short, Normans completely destroyed the Jukondarid army. Also, Normans had two fresh head-rippers. Price Adelard of Delta, son of King of Bohemia and Duke Amri of Kroumerie.
This went about as well as it could have
Then, Drogo marched back south, took the fortress of Asyut and in February 1174, the Jukondarids were forced to give up their lands.
The entire fertile valley of the Nile, up to the First Cataract, now belongs to the Normans. Namely, Princess Hermine.
Well, almost. Apparently, Count Adnan ibn Pangiros of Ushmun did not get the message and stayed in power, refusing to move from his holdings. “These are my lands and none shall take them from me,” he claimed.
One stubborn count
“Look, a heretic!” claimed Drogo and tried to revoke the title. Adnan refused. In March 1174, Drogo started another war in the valley of Nile, in order to take the final county.
There was only one way the war could go. Normans just happened to have an army nearby. The puny force of Adnan was cut down, the castle was put under siege and in May 1174, mere two month after the start of the war, it was over. To Adnan, the main difference was that instead of becoming a homeless wanderer, he was provided food and a place to sleep in the dungeons of Drogo.
His final day as a count
Drogo usurped the Duchy of Al-Said from the Jukondardids and handed the county of Ushmun, along the title of Duchess, to her daughter. Now, the entire valley of the Nile, from delta to the first cataract, belongs to the Normans. Fayyum doesn’t count, right?
Hermine, Mistress of the Upper Egypt
Royal Matters
In August 1173, Tancred became of age. The boy became quite a schemer, but otherwise, nothing really stood out. Young Duke was married to Adelin, from the Hauteville-Granada branch.
Tancred, all grown up
In September 1173, Drogo’s fascination with hoardings finally paid off. Now, the Normans could build new, improved castles and the first one built was of course in Palermo- and Jerusalem. As for Drogo, now that he knew how to build good, sturdy castles, the next logical question was of course on how to tear them down. So, he became fascinated with trebuchets.
How to build better castles. Next in line- how to destroy better castles
In March 1174, Adelard of Bohemia, Duke of the Delta and a fresh berserker, created his very own branch of the Hautevilles, called Hauteville-Faqus. “Loyal as the Unicorn” was his house motto. Since unicorns are mythical creatures with unknown loyalty, it raised several questions about how loyal the Duke actually was, but this was an academic question, for Drogo knew for sure the Duke was damn loyal.
Just how loyal are the unicorns anyway?
Just a year after his brief imprisonment, Duke Anfroi of Gabes finally took his last breath at the age of 64 in March 1174. During his life, Anfroi was a Catholic, then a Lollard, then Catholic again and finally, Norman Christian. He was also a good Marshal, a good friend and legendary general, who won Drogo a battle against the main force of Arslan back in the day.
His daughter, Millicent, took over as the Duchess. Apparently, she had dabbled into somewhere Anfroi had not had time to look into- the new Duchess was an Adamite. Drogo asked for her conversion, but the Duchess just had to go and ask for a favor. The King agreed, with a heavy heart.
This will bite me in the ass, right?
As for the Council, Drogo needed a new Marshal. And found out that the best Marshal is actually his old Chancellor, Amri, Duke of Kroumerie. Who was happy to accept a position where he could smash heads instead of smooching. The smooching part now fell to Mernissa, Duchess of Latinum and daughter of Drogo.
Death of Anfroi and the new, improved Council
March 1174 was a busy month. Young Paul turned out to be quite a brawler. Young toddler was looking for trouble, left and right.
Paul is growing up the right way
In April 1174, Basileus Michael VIII of the Byzanties died at the age of 67. He had ruled from 1127, meaning he held the helm of the Empire for almost half a century. During his time, he expanded the Empire, regaining some lands lost centuries ago and also, conquering places the Romans never had gone before. He also lost two wars against Normans, one against Bohemond, the other against Drogo. Both resulted in complete annihilation of Byzantine military. His son, Konstantinos XII, took over. A good knight, but also a coward. This also mean that the truce in place between Michal VIII and Drogo was null and void.
New Basileus. No truce no more.
Missionary Work
King Torgils of Jerusalem, proud owner of the Duchy of Negev, was a Christian on the edge. Edge of the Christian world, that is. And the closest Catholic country was in Italy. Not particularly strong, the King of Jerusalem (without the city of Jerusalem). All alone, the King of Jerusalem.
When in May 1174, Drogo asked Torgils to convert to Norman Christianity, he jumped on it, thus becoming the first independent ruler to join the happy warmongering Norman faith. There was much rejoicing.
Welcome to the fold, toy king