Episode 10: Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses
"Can we move the capital now?" asked Miran's personal servant, Giannettino da Novi, for what was almost certainly the millionth time (or at least in the high nine hundred thousands). Earlier in his life, Miran would have rejected such a request. These days, he merely ignored it.
Part of ruling over as much territory as the Republic of Genoa did was knowing what to ignore and when to ignore it - obviously, very little of the land could be properly ignored, so it was really more a question of delegation. As it expanded ever further from its administrative center in Liguria, the Republic's scientific and technological knowledge was pushed to the brink.
Something of a shipbuilding revolution was taking place in Western Europe; while the theoretical knowledge often came from the Low Countries or from the rest of Italy, only the largest nations had the resources to build such ships.
Genoa could safely count itself as a 'large nation', anyways, and shipbuilders on the Black Sea were beginning to experiment with ships more befitting of the Genoese.
The overseas was business as usual, with further centralization of authority, forced conversions, and other policies intended to create loyalty and/or fear in the Tartars, depending on whatever was considered more economically useful.
The first few caravels the Genoese navy built were deployed to protect supply shipping in the area, primarily because the only other major nation to rely on that sea (Byzantium) was supposed to be an ally. Once a few stray pirates were sunk, the ships were declared a success and placed in harbor to look menacing until the next naval operation was planned.
"Can we move the capital now?" asked da Novi for what was definitely the millionth time.
"Yes, we should start making preparations. I've found a good location."
Miran's servant hit the ground with a low thud and lay there for a few minutes.
"Where are we going?" he asked when he'd recovered from his fainting spell.
"It's a long story. We need to take it from the Russians first."
The Genoese conquest of Russia was reaching similar levels of ongoing intensity to what the Golden Horde had suffered for the last few decades, and the Byzantine Empire was beginning to express reservations about their northern neighbor.
The reservations boiled over. Byzantine/Genoese relations had been relatively friendly due to the nations' shared fight against Islam, but once Genoa turned its attention away from the Mongol successor states and towards the Russian principalities, the Greeks had rapidly backpedaled on what might've become a long alliance.
Back in Italy, most of the Genoese figured it wasn't worth paying so much attention to heretics, even if they were busy trying to push the Muslims out of Anatolia.
The problem was that the Empire maintained a massive fleet of doom that could severely infringe upon Genoa's ability to administer itself barring substantial reform.
Byzantium has a navy second only to England! That's kind of a problem when your overseas is larger than the average European kingdom.
The Greeks, however, were too busy sinking war galleys to prevent Genoa's allies from landing a few thousand troops in Greece proper. The only question now was whether they would land in Liguria and cause devestation on a scale not seen since the days of the Savoyard Brigand Band.
"If Byzantium invades our capital, we are going to have to surrender, lest they burn us to the ground," Miran cautioned, even when news of Moscow missing an army reached his ears.
Instead of Genoa proper, though, it was the Knights of Rhodes who invaded; for reasons unknown they attempted to land in Corsica first.
Meanwhile, the armies of Moscow were located and revealed by friendly Kazakh peasants - this alone would provide justification for Genoese conquests for decades ("If we take over, they'll at least be competently administrated.")
Because of this minor oversight, Moscow was shattered and prevented from properly administering its northern reaches, but by the time the treaties went through, properly Greek ships had made their way to Liguria.
Miran Shah took Genoa's option of last resort. While it drained the treasury, he was able to rile up thousands of peasants (under the leadership of crazed idiot nobles) in Thrace.
Once Miran could confirm his money had not went to waste, he made a deal with the Byzantine Empire - their withdrawal from the war for assistance with the rebellions, and Novgorod was left to their own devices. On the other hand, the Teutonic Order and Sweden withdrew from the war after demanding what remained of Novgorod's Baltic coastline, so the war began to take on the characteristics of a fierce duel, dragging on into the 1440s.
In the end, after a few encirclements the Genoese were able to demand further territorial concessions from Novgorod, and preparations for an escape from the Italian peninsula continued.
During this period, Miran received a sober warning that even Russia wasn't particularly safe, as the Teutons angered an English diplomat and were promptly subject to an overwhelming invasion. Meanwhile, England's holdings in France were on the verge of dissolving into instability, as the various powers of Europe sought to protect what little remained of France.
After saving up a colossal gob of cash, Miran finally ordered the relocation of Genoa's administrative capital, but not to Vladimir as everyone had expected.
"We have to impress upon the old Novgorod that their time is over! I am renaming this city Vyaschy Novgorod; you may not understand it, but the stupid, weak Russians will."
"Vyaschy Novgorod" means "Greater Novgorod". I think. Synonyms aside, it looks good to my eyes.
Miran Shah was getting more brazen in his old age. He was also getting increasingly sick and frail, but that was nothing new. On the other hand, when he collapsed while walking through Vyaschy Novgorod, the doctors that administered to him learned he'd had a stroke. It paralyzed the left half of his body, although it'd left his intellect mostly unharmed.
"I should've known this would happen! The nightmare I had so long ago came true," he explained to Giannettino once he'd been relocated to the closest thing Vyaschy Novgorod had to a hospital. Unfortunately, only having half of his mouth to speak with made Miran very hard to understand, so he had to repeat himself several times and speak very slowly in order to get this across.
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you think leaving Genoa killed you." Giannettino responded once Miran had made himself intelligible. Shah had been a superstitious fool all of his life, although if you placed him with his peers - the other rulers in Italy by his reckoning, he at least didn't believe the nonsense about the ghosts of the Durazzo family haunting cannolis.
"Regardless, the future belongs to Russia. The English and the Austrians eye our homeland and seek to bring all of Italy under their rule. You've got to continue expanding north. Don't stop until you reach the Murman sea..."
"You mean the Baltic, right? Or maybe it was the Barents- wait, me?"
"You... you should run for the office of Doge. You've been following me around for 20 years. You know how the office works. I bet you'd get some support," Miran told his manservant.
"Are you sure that isn't the stroke talking? I don't know a lot about administration."
"What have you got to lose, Gian? You're actually an Italian. I'm sure they'd like you."
da Novi had to pull in all of the favors he'd earned, but he succeeded in winning the election by having the biggest bribes. He was declared Doge on October 17th, 1442 - 20 years of backbreaking, tedious labor in Shah's service had paid off handsomely. It took him a few months to get settled in Vyaschy, and he was overwhelmed by the wealth and splendor that had made its way there before him.
"The Pope wants me to bring the full might of Genoa down on Jerusalem, the Doge's council wants me to extend trade, the Ceba family wants me to force the Nogai Horde out of Sarai, and I have to watch some petty prince get married to a Byzantine noblewoman! I have to admit, I'd rather not do any of it," da Novi said to his own manservant (because old habits die hard).
"I wouldn't bother with the local taverns. They don't have Italian wine in their cellars," responded the new servant.
da Novi immediately changed his mind and decided that he in fact did want to strengthen the local trade networks.
Probably worth noting that the local Russians are trying to engage in their own crusades against the steppe nomads. They should have started earlier, don't you think?