The rule of Mircea I Basarab
(from the tales of old man Ioan)
Chapter XVIII: Order of the Dragon
(from the tales of old man Ioan)
Chapter XVIII: Order of the Dragon
“This is boring” a young girl exclaimed. “Yes, you promised to tell us about the great war of King Mircea against Hungary” another boy interjected. “Yeah, you keep talking of alliances and Poland, and treaties… that’s not fun” a third one also chimed in. Most of the children started loudly agreeing. “But children, this is part of the story. A great king is more than just a brave cavalry charge. Not everyone is Vladislav the Brave”. The children were undeterred and kept arguing until Ioan tried to placate them. “OK, OK, how about I tell you the story of how Mircea formed the Kinghts of the Dragon?”. This seemed to placate the children and they settled down to hear the story. “Well, after the war with the Serbs, the whole lands in the south were in turmoil. The king of the Serbs died, the Byzantine Emperor Ioannes V died and was followed by Issakios III who immediately started trying to expand his kingdom by attacking the Germiyan Beylik, the Ottomans went to war with an alliance of smaller kingdoms and occupy some territory in Greece, the lands Hungary took from the Serbs began to revolt and Issakios, instead of worrying about these issues declared war on the Knights Hospitaliers, angering all the Catholic lords. Then Beyazid died and his successor, Yusuf decided he could succeed where his father failed and declared war on the Byzantines.”
“Everyone in the land was terrified. The Ottomans had never been defeated by the Christians in battle and now they had gained a foothold in Europe. There was panic from Constantinople, to Rome and all the way to Londinum. People were fleeing their homes, cities were raising their walls, the Pope was calling for a new crusade and everyone was rushing their church to pray for the forces of Christendom. For if Byzantium and Wallachia fell, there was no telling where the Ottomans might stop.” Ioan had lost himself in that tirade so much that he had not noticed the effect it had on the children. When he focused again on them he could see that the younger one had actually been scared by his descriptions. He couldn’t be sure but he thought he could see a young boy crying. “But don’t be scared children, for the forces of Christendom were led by Issakos III, the Emperor of Byzantium and Mircea I, King of Wallachia.”
(The two sides of the war - both the Byzantines and the Ottomans have enlarged their territories but the Ottomans have fewer allies than in the past)
Ioan took another sip of his tea, noticing that it had gone cold, and set it aside. He gave the kids a few more seconds to settle down before continuing. “You see, Yusuf had been sure of victory because the Byzantine army was in Anatolia fighting the Hospitalier Knights. But what he did not grasp was that this meant the fleets of both Byzantium and Wallachia were also both out and ready to keep his troops from reaching this European lands. That is when one of the great heroes of those time shined. Have you heard of Nicolae Caliacra or Nicolae de Severin?” The children shook their heads. “Pfff, you should be taught about the heroes of our past… This man deserves a story night on his own. His father was one of Vladislav’s greatest commanders and he was appointed as commander of the small Wallachian fleet. He took those few ships that had only been used to keep the Ottomans away from Europe and, with courage and cunning he managed to ambush and destroy the whole Muslim fleet off the Greek coast.” He paused in thought. “It would take too long to tell his story tonight and the feats of bravery both then and in his later naval battles, but remind me some other night and I will tell you his story for he should be remembered for his deeds.”
“With the Turkish fleet destroyed, the emperor could move his armies to Europe and occupy the Ottoman possessions in Greece. Then, to the surprise of many, the two rulers took their armies across the straight and started attacking the Muslim lands. Oh children, it was like an army of heroes had arrived from ancient Greece to destroy our enemies. Have you been told the story of Achilles and Hector?” He was disappointed to see the children shake their heads. “Ah, shame. Another story for another time then… Well, they looked like mighty crusaders that freed holy Jerusalem, with their great banners unfurled, marching on their mighty destriers to the defense of God, it was like the hosts of heaven had come among the mortals…” Ioan trails off for a bit. He cannot help but remember his own youth and his own battles in those lands… His reminiscing is only interrupted when the children become restless and start asking him to continue his story
(The Christian knights marching towards Bursa. While not a crusade, they still fought under the sign of the cross)
“Hmmm, where was I? Ah, Yussuf was not a fool. He saw the might of the Christians and did his best to draw them inland, to tire them out and fight them when he was at his strongest. But the Muslims could not stands against the Hosts of Christendom. Castles fell one after another against those knights, chief of them the one in Bursa, the Ottoman capital. This disasters was so great that Yussuf had to come and try to win in open battle. And such a battle that was. Thousands and thousands of men fought at the foot of Mount Olympus in Mysia, where the gods of the old Greeks used to live. The two armies fought for days until the ground was covered in corpses and the vultures were too fat to fly. Many brave lords fell that day. Both Wallachian and Greek. But, in the end, the Muslims were routed when a Byzantine force fell on their rear. The heathens were scattered and slaughtered. Some of them tried to hide in the nearby villages but they could not escape the righteous fury that had been unleashed upon them.”
"Yusuf fled east and hid there in a fortress. He tried to gather another army but, as the Christians were closing in and sieging all the castles in their way, he finally had to give up and admit defeat. It was a great victory. Issakios was able to reclaim many of the lands his forefathers had lost in the east, making terms so harsh for the Ottomans that their strength was forever broken. For his assistance in the war, he gifted Mircea the Island of Rhodes, where the Knights Hospitalier had had their Fortress…”. An older boy interrupted “That is where the Knights of the Dragon are”. Ioan looked at him “Yes, Mircea decided to create a new order on that island, and many of the captured knights were baptized and took wows to join. To lead it he…” “I will also take the wows when I am of age” the same boy interrupted again. “My cousin is already there, he took the wows three years ago.” The room erupted in discussions among the children about the Order of the Dragon and men that served within it. Ioan was actually relieved to be able to have a short break. He called one of the little girls to him and sent her out to find a servant and tell them to bring a fresh cup of tea. He still had a story to finish.
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