Duchess Matilda - The Beginning
Duchess Matilda di Canossa of the Duchies of Tuscany and Spoleto readied herself for the council meeting. She had finally decided what she planned to do. It had been nearly 11 years since she had inherited her titles at the tender age of 9 after the unexpected deaths of her older brothers. Since then she had endured a regency and for the last couple of years listened, learnt from her council members while slowly increasing her influence until they did what she wanted.
It hadn't been helped by her deep faith, where she had debated whether she should take the vows and serve the Church herself, she would have made Mother Superior in a very short time due to her birth but as Count Arduino of Parma, her Marshall and one of the few living members of her Dynasty, had explained to her in private "Duchess Matilda you're the last of House Canossa and the Head of the Lucca Dynasty, will you let the Dog end his bone or will you show the world what you are capable of. I look upon you as the daughter I never had and I am proud to have served as your regent but it is time for you to lead us to glory. Show those fat northerners what Tuscany is made off and teach those Norman curs a lesson in manners. Please forgive me for my bluntness but I only desire the best for you and Tuscany."
I very nearly had the Count whipped for his outburst but upon reflection the Good Lord had taken my brothers and if he spared me then it was for surely greater things than joining a convent. Of course we had been at peace for a long time, the Northern Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire were more interested in their own schemes for power in the interior than taking notice than taking notice of the southern most Duchies of the Empire and any other nation would face the full forces of the Empire if they decided to invade our lands. It meant a very quiet time for a Marshall.
Taking Arduino's words to heart, I decided my fate. Fortunately I also encountered a merchant from the Kingdom of Croatia in the local market. Mara was of a similar age to myself and proved to have a surprising amount of knowledge about the lands and movements of the high nobility. If my plans are successful Mara could very well be an asset for Tuscany in the future.
Entering the council chamber I seated myself and bade the others already waiting for me to sit as well. Looking at each of my council members my Marshall Count Arduino of Parma, 58 years old but still one of the most formidable warriors in the Duchy, Count Anselmo of Lucca, 46 and my Chancellor, my Steward Count Vitale of Fermo a young 28 and last but not least the youngest member of my council my Spymaster Countess Marianna of Arezzo who had just reached her majority of 16.
"My friends I have decided it time for me to wed and then we will war."
The room burst into excited conversation, Count Anselmo was was so excited that he forget to keep his thoughts only a man could lead to himself, as if he knew which end of a sword to hold.
"Duchess we believe that Guy de Ponthieu would be a good match, he is only 16 himself but his uncle has over 5000 troops that we could draw upon in our future expansion.
"Are you talking about the nephew of the Bastard of Normandy?"
There was stunned silence at my use of the word "bastard"
"That is what he is born out of wedlock and surely you are all aware that the Duke has set his sights on England. If I married Guy, the very next pigeon we received will be a summons to war in the frozen North."
"Perhaps Duchess but you could refuse to send troops and once the Duke had won then call upon the alliance" was the wise sproutings of Vitale.
Arching an eyebrow I waited for him to redden in the face before continuing
"My word is my bond and I would not fail to answer a call, so Count Vitale would you be happy to lead our soldiers in the snow. No i though not lets consider other options."
"No I will not wed a 4 year old and no I will not take a lover until he comes of age, no alliance is worth that."
"A 70 year old who would be older than my great grandfather I think not."
Finally Countess Marianna asked me directly "Duchess Matilda, you have thought about this who did you have in mind?"
Smiling I told them
"Preposterous they are barbarians, did you see when they visited 5 years ago that none of them even knew which fork or knife to use at the banquet table ... surely there are better choices.."
"No I think not I will approach Duke Mihajlo of Duklja for the hand of his son Gavril. Gavril is the 5th of 8 brothers and Duklja is just across the water from us and his men are harden warriors."
I did not mention that the other reason I had set my eyes on Gavril was the keen intellect he showed, he had encountered me in the castle library and to my surprise was able to read the sayings of Plato written in latin with no trouble and even debated briefly with me their meanings before his older brother called him to watch a display of swrdmanship.
A rare image of Duke Gavril circa 1071
Initially Duke Mihajlo thought Gavril was to be Duke and he couldn't hide his joy exclaiming in his missive that it wasn't unexpected that as a woman I would seek a man to protect and rule Tuscany.
My next message stated in no uncertain terms that the marriage was matrilineal. After some more back and forth the marriage was agreed and I was to marry a man 12 years my senior. I suspect Duke Mihajlo did not what to do with his genius of a son and in the end Tuscany wasn't the worst option for him.
Perhaps I made a mistake after my wedding night insisting that Gavril convert to Catholic, he has been very polite but very cold to me since then. With the way the castle gossips I know he is honouring our vows but still I hadn't expected him to be so prideful.
It hadn't been helped by her deep faith, where she had debated whether she should take the vows and serve the Church herself, she would have made Mother Superior in a very short time due to her birth but as Count Arduino of Parma, her Marshall and one of the few living members of her Dynasty, had explained to her in private "Duchess Matilda you're the last of House Canossa and the Head of the Lucca Dynasty, will you let the Dog end his bone or will you show the world what you are capable of. I look upon you as the daughter I never had and I am proud to have served as your regent but it is time for you to lead us to glory. Show those fat northerners what Tuscany is made off and teach those Norman curs a lesson in manners. Please forgive me for my bluntness but I only desire the best for you and Tuscany."
I very nearly had the Count whipped for his outburst but upon reflection the Good Lord had taken my brothers and if he spared me then it was for surely greater things than joining a convent. Of course we had been at peace for a long time, the Northern Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire were more interested in their own schemes for power in the interior than taking notice than taking notice of the southern most Duchies of the Empire and any other nation would face the full forces of the Empire if they decided to invade our lands. It meant a very quiet time for a Marshall.
Taking Arduino's words to heart, I decided my fate. Fortunately I also encountered a merchant from the Kingdom of Croatia in the local market. Mara was of a similar age to myself and proved to have a surprising amount of knowledge about the lands and movements of the high nobility. If my plans are successful Mara could very well be an asset for Tuscany in the future.
Entering the council chamber I seated myself and bade the others already waiting for me to sit as well. Looking at each of my council members my Marshall Count Arduino of Parma, 58 years old but still one of the most formidable warriors in the Duchy, Count Anselmo of Lucca, 46 and my Chancellor, my Steward Count Vitale of Fermo a young 28 and last but not least the youngest member of my council my Spymaster Countess Marianna of Arezzo who had just reached her majority of 16.
"My friends I have decided it time for me to wed and then we will war."
The room burst into excited conversation, Count Anselmo was was so excited that he forget to keep his thoughts only a man could lead to himself, as if he knew which end of a sword to hold.
"Duchess we believe that Guy de Ponthieu would be a good match, he is only 16 himself but his uncle has over 5000 troops that we could draw upon in our future expansion.
"Are you talking about the nephew of the Bastard of Normandy?"
There was stunned silence at my use of the word "bastard"
"That is what he is born out of wedlock and surely you are all aware that the Duke has set his sights on England. If I married Guy, the very next pigeon we received will be a summons to war in the frozen North."
"Perhaps Duchess but you could refuse to send troops and once the Duke had won then call upon the alliance" was the wise sproutings of Vitale.
Arching an eyebrow I waited for him to redden in the face before continuing
"My word is my bond and I would not fail to answer a call, so Count Vitale would you be happy to lead our soldiers in the snow. No i though not lets consider other options."
"No I will not wed a 4 year old and no I will not take a lover until he comes of age, no alliance is worth that."
"A 70 year old who would be older than my great grandfather I think not."
Finally Countess Marianna asked me directly "Duchess Matilda, you have thought about this who did you have in mind?"
Smiling I told them
"Preposterous they are barbarians, did you see when they visited 5 years ago that none of them even knew which fork or knife to use at the banquet table ... surely there are better choices.."
"No I think not I will approach Duke Mihajlo of Duklja for the hand of his son Gavril. Gavril is the 5th of 8 brothers and Duklja is just across the water from us and his men are harden warriors."
I did not mention that the other reason I had set my eyes on Gavril was the keen intellect he showed, he had encountered me in the castle library and to my surprise was able to read the sayings of Plato written in latin with no trouble and even debated briefly with me their meanings before his older brother called him to watch a display of swrdmanship.
A rare image of Duke Gavril circa 1071
Initially Duke Mihajlo thought Gavril was to be Duke and he couldn't hide his joy exclaiming in his missive that it wasn't unexpected that as a woman I would seek a man to protect and rule Tuscany.
My next message stated in no uncertain terms that the marriage was matrilineal. After some more back and forth the marriage was agreed and I was to marry a man 12 years my senior. I suspect Duke Mihajlo did not what to do with his genius of a son and in the end Tuscany wasn't the worst option for him.
Perhaps I made a mistake after my wedding night insisting that Gavril convert to Catholic, he has been very polite but very cold to me since then. With the way the castle gossips I know he is honouring our vows but still I hadn't expected him to be so prideful.
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