Stanisław was tired of the three-day long coronation ceremonies. He was no longer in his young years, and health seemed to abandon him lately. However, he knew how important it was to cultivate the old traditions. Such display of wealth shown commoners and nobles alike, that the kingdom remained strong.
He sat in the council chamber with most trusted men of his deceased father`s employ.
Old hetman Żółkiewski continued "... so our standing army is almost non existent. Your father-king, God`s light shine upon his soul, lowered scutage so much, that our noble lords are sending only token amount of men to serve in times of peace. I`m also afraid what would happen should event of war occur.."
"Enough lord hetman. I wanted to hear just brief opinion of yours." king said flatly. "What you have to say, lord Koniecpolski? Just be brief and to the point." he asked royal treasurer.
"Your highness, in a few words - our trade suffers from enormous taxation, foreign merchants prefer to avoid our country if they could, and our craftsmen fail to sell as much as they should. There is also a matter of Church Estates, they had grown to enormous size in recent years, and..."
"Your highness! This is outrage" Archbishop of Gniezno protested but king raised his hand to quiet him.
"Listen what I have to say. It were noble houses that helped my father to overthrow his brother-tyrant, and it was knighthood that repelled Hungarian invaders and their allies 11 years ago. Strong noble houses and the Holy Church are the only guarantors of our glorious future. Their rightful privileges shall not be threatened!" Stanisław begun to cough again, and he felt pain deep inside his chest.
He looked at his treasurer and hetman. They were both old, and they didn`t fit into his plans, and new reality. They were no longer of use.
"Lord Koniecpolski. You served my father well for all those past years. Yet, I have to thank you for your service and send you to retire."
"But, your highness.." Koniecpolski looked at him with disbelief.
"Count Tomasz Herman, brother of his eminence, will replace you at your office". Archbishop of Krakow smiled faintly at these words.
He waved them off - the council was over.