Being the Dogeship of Francesco Foscari
April 1423: Venice
The ceremony ended and the grieving family began to leave the church. Most there had the sense that one of the great chapters in the history of Venice was ending, and another was starting. Antonio and Giulio followed the widow and daughters, admiring the swaying of Angela's hips.
Doge Francesco Foscari, newly elected, and surrounded by members of the Council of Ten, remarked, "Look at those two doddering old fools salivating at the sight of that woman's fat ass. Lord Thundering Jesus, it's wide enough to fill the doors of St. Mark's Cathedral, with no room to spare."
"Some men would find it rather attractive, Doge Foscari."
"And some men like mating with goats."
Several of the councilors stared sheepishly at the floor, shuffling their feet.
"Anyway, the old fart's where he should be. Let's return to my office and see exactly what we've been left with."
The Council of Ten gathered around him like a swarm of bees. A thin, rakish man with a pinched face said, "It is readily apparent the former Doge did our country great service, Doge Foscari, for do we not control Tirol and Steiermark and its vast gold deposits?"
Foscari waved his hand dismissively, "Yes, yes, yes. I'll give the old walking prune that much."
Another of the Council members, a short, round man with a corpulent face opined, "Rumour has it that Mocenigo's wife was the decision maker during his tenure in office."
Foscari stopped, causing the Council to trip and stumble over themselves in an effort to avoid colliding with the Doge. They followed his gaze to the widow, waddling down the cobbled street, surrounded by her daughters, like a hen leading chicks. Mothers were taking their children off the street for their own safety. Foscari shivered at the sight. "She could very well have been calling the shots, but I know one thing for sure."
"What's that?" they all asked in unison.
"He wanted to die."
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My name is Guiseppe Calabrese, personal secretary and duly appointed scribe to Doge Francesco Foscari. My own story is of no consequence in the greater tale and exploits of Venice... well, actually it is kind of fascinating, but the Council of Ten tends to proof read this stuff. Anyway, when Foscari was elected, against the wishes of Tommaso Mocenigo, I might add, a great peace settlement had most recently been ratified between our country and Austria. The terms were much in our favour, having received the territories of Tirol and Steiermark. Furthermore, it served to pre-empt the rather aggressive Habsburg posture that had loomed over our collective heads for years.
Our first order of business was to assess the state of the State, so to speak. The treasury held 161,000 ducats, and Venetian merchants abroad retained predominant positions in the Venice and Ligurian Centers of Trade (5m), while a minor branch had set up shop in Alexandria (2m). Though the former Doge had several daughters, no Marriages of State had ever been arranged among the other countries of Europe. Mind you, the resident diplomats had all met the daughters at one time or another... but I digress. Additionally, Venice was a lone rock in the sea of diplomacy, as she was bereft of alliances.
It was already understood that Colonel Casanova, a real ladies man from what court gossips whispered, was enroute to Steiermark from Austria with the balance of the Venetian army of conquest, numbering some 16,200 cavalry.
So, in the month of June, the first major order of business from Doge Foscari came about. It was to send Colonel Donato Corleone and the Army of Istria, consisting of 14,000 cavalry, north to Tirol.
By the month of September the people of Venice had settled into stability, no doubt forgetting what they had been upset about in the first place. (Stab +3). It was followed by the gracious news that our Mercantile expedition to Portugal had met with success, allowing the establishment of a presence in the Tago Centre of Trade for the first time. (1m)
In November The Doge, the Council of Ten, and the Merchants Guild signed Trade Agreements with Portugal and Genoa. This ended Foscari's first year of rule.
1424
At the start of January, 1424, the State Treasurer reported a balance of 209,000 ducats. Keen on increasing basic revenues and their methods of collection, Doge Foscari authorised Bailiffs in Istria and Dalmatia.
The year progressed rather uneventfully, pleasantly interrupted with news in August that we had increased the Venetian presence in the Tago Centre of Trade. (2m)
However, the balance of the year was not without incident. On November 1, 8,000 rebels rose to arms in Steiermark. Happily, the pitchforks of revolt were rather short-lived, and a week later Colonel Casanova cornered and exterminated the vermin to a man.
During the same month it was reported from reliable sources that a sizable English army had landed in Mantua, laying siege to its capital. I should mention at this time that England, Burgundy and Aragon were embroiled in a war against Mantua, Naples, Albania and the Papal States. The war was now literally on the Venetian doorstep, and in January of 1425, an opportunity of the highest order presented itself...