From the personal diaries of Cardinal Vincenzo Fatta
Wednesday 17th of February 1897
I have managed to settle into Zadar as a guest of the generous Archbishop Raicevic and am now fully able to pursue our tasks in Bosnia. It took longer than I had hoped for because travel in the Balkans is a disgrace and the Serbians had no interest in letting a large diplomatic convoy pass through their lands; as such, I was forced to travel by sea from Bucharest by way of Constantinople. I must admit that my work in Romania took up far too much of my patience since I am unaccustomed to dealings with politicians who have a title larger than their relevance and often had to remedy offense with economic incentive. I took advantage of the journey to Zadar to meet with Sultan Abdulhamid and express our displeasure for the recent Ottoman bankruptcy and remind them that their empire has not had a war with Russia for decades due to Italian protection. There was some mild resistance at first, but their subservience is undeniable, and every argument fell to pieces as soon as they were formulated.
In Constantinople, I also managed to receive confirmation that King Carol had forwarded our pact of patronage to Innocent, and our influence has gained official status for the rest of Europe to see, especially the Tsar.
The rest of the journey passed like an uninspired sermon, except for an attempted sabotage when we stopped in Corinth for supplies, and I was received in Zadar with the appropriate reverence. I spent my evening reading up on the character of the governor of Bosnia, Johann von Appel, to choose how to best push this half-country out of Austria's orbit. I also need to keep into account that if the governor does not wish to cooperate with us, there are many nationalists within Bosnia who are less than enthused by the Austrian occupation and would appreciate our support in their struggle. A coup would stretch the expected expenses but, as long as Franz loses some land, the expense will have been worth it.
Having said that, until the extreme alternative becomes necessary, I must take special care to not be particularly obvious in my overtures since the Austrians might take this as a pretext for war, what with Germany's cooling attitude towards our alliance and France's rabid hate of everything for which we stand. In any case, this is a golden opportunity for espionage within the Austro-Hungarian Empire, I must ensure the presence of agents within the main cities and begin to probe the opinions of Austrian clerics and especially potential cardinals for the next conclave. I have my eye on a couple of candidates who align with my thinking and, as Innocent wanes, I will try to pull the necessary strings.
Tuesday 11th of April 1899
It seems that my efforts in Bosnia were entirely useless as we have gained with the sword that which I tried to pursue with words. And yet, despite this victory on paper, we have not managed to permanently diminish the Austrians but ended up forsaking the Dalmatians and wasting decades of effort and lives spent in their defense. I was forced to flee Zadar in October and the archbishop cowardly surrendered in February accepting to contain himself to the mere city of Cattaro where he can wait for the inevitable end of his state. It is outrageous that good Italians that have lived in the region for a thousand years will not be allowed to join their kinsmen in the country we have made but will be forced to languish under foreign occupation once again. When my time comes, I will have to right this wrong and ensure that no one will dare to tread on our homeland.
The silver lining in this arrangement is that we are now free to concentrate on the Russian encroachment into our Balkan allies. King Carol has already expressed fears that the Tsar might invade Romania to establish a compliant government and the Bulgarians are known to have Nicholas' blessing for any expansion they might have planned against Dobrudja.
Also, if the rumors are to be believed, Serbia intends to devour Bosnia for the sake of some Slavic unification which could only be considered with stubborn ignorance of every cultural and religious difference in the region. But, regardless of their reasons, I need to decide if Bosnia is worth keeping under our wing at the cost of a conflict with the Russians. If it were up to me, I don't think I would spend a single man in defense of these people. Our interest in them was purely in an anti-Austrian function. Now that Vienna has left, it would be good to keep Bosnia, at the condition we don't run any further risks now that Germany has chosen to neglect us.
I will write to my supporters in the Curia to get a majority against this foolish Balkan thing. I should also make sure that Puccetti's popularity remains in check, I don't want any real rivals when the time comes. May God smite his enemies with my hand and return the church to an orthodox pope.
Thursday 19th of April 1900
I was yearning for another military command without much hope of receiving one but direction of a war against the Greeks saw me praise God for his infinite wisdom. We can at last take revenge for the constant harassment of Italians in the Peloponnese by bringing that same anger to Athens itself. My sole regret is that this is a defensive war for Romania's sake, and we cannot erase the Greek stain from the map, but I will satisfy myself with sitting in the palace of King George and displaying to all that this state's existence is a gift of our mercy.
We can thank the Lord that the Russians refused to help the Bulgarians in their invasion of Romanian Dobrudja because, in that case, we would have had to leave them to their fate as we did for Bosnia. It seems now that Nicholas was not particularly keen on an aggressive war and allowed the Balkans to sort themselves out. There weren’t too many plans involved in this expedition: the Peloponnesian garrison began to occupy Attica within days of the declaration and the Romanians managed to hold their own against the Bulgarians, but I decided to bring in some Ottoman muscle, mostly as a test of loyalty for Abdulhamid. The one real battle we had to face was last month in the Ionian Sea where our brave sailors managed to sink the entire outdated Greek fleet in a single day with every one of our vessels intact.
As such, the war is all but over and I just need to wait for Sofia to reply with the acceptance of our sanctions on both Bulgaria and Greece for their aggression, a clear signal to the expansionary aims of the Russian bloc. Speaking of which, I think that we should move into Serbia to guarantee ourselves another ally against the Austrians and avoid a war with Russia over the Balkans by reducing the number of countries over which they hold sway. I have made some minor progress in Belgrade by managing to secure an audience with President Dordevic for our ambassador, but I did not receive any reaction to a proposal of tighter collaboration with Italy.
This messy business in the Balkans is a fair enough distraction for the moment but I need to ensure that I do not overexert myself in this field when there are certain crucial steps that need to be taken. I suspect that Innocent sent me this far to limit the amount of influence I can exert back at home but if so, he is sure to be disappointed with the outcome. In my correspondence with members of the Curia, I have managed to convince a majority of the cardinals that I would be the best choice as Pope once Innocent fades away. Though this advantage is still not enough to ensure a clear victory in the first round of votes, I am sure that I can attract the missing votes between now and the conclave. I can feel that the Church craves a return to its roots before it was corrupted by the modern world and its myriad false promises, I need but speak the truth that we all know, and they will flock to my cause.
Sunday 3rd of August 1902
It is with a pair of defeats that I choose to return to Rome rather than labor any further in a region that has crystallizes beyond any further manipulation. I am forced to accept that our Ottoman allies are unable to keep their own Greek population under control as their borders continue to shrink ever closer to Constantinople. The rebels formed a short-lived Cretan Republic and were formally annexed by Greece in the late hours of today.
While I have never hidden my dislike of Greece, I am greatly concerned with the possibility of a similar uprising in our own lands. Innocent's measures are sure to underestimate the potential risk and limit the local government to mere arrests, but I have managed to call in a few favors among the better stock of the Peloponnese to allow for more vigorous action.
But my relocation is mostly the result of the recent expulsion of our ambassador from Belgrade. The Russians have used every trick in the book to stop us from turning Serbia towards the Mediterranean and away from Panslavic ravings and they are successful time and time again in shredding any deal that might have been reached. The Serbians have often shown an interest in our proposals but, whenever they are about to come to fruition, there comes an election that is systematically won by a filo-Russian candidate. This has convinced me that there is no further value to be obtained from this region and our resources would be better spent against France and the Austrians who threaten our people directly now that Germany has chosen to betray our alliance.
I wrote as much to Innocent, and I was allowed to return home where I am free to plan for the next decade. Though my support in the Curia remains stable, I have identified that my main contender is Cardinal Puccetti who seems to be at the head of the Liberal faction and has made a name for himself with the implementation of Innocent's more senile policies. I do not expect much difficulty in kicking him down the ladder: the new reforms should remind everyone that, though we have been stable so far, the specter of revolution is always behind the corner, and we must strangle it before it has the chance to destroy us. I pray to God that He might endow my words with the strength of his truth and allow for a truly Christian pope after wandering for decades in the desert.