"Stand down! If something happens to him, something will happen to you!" Boris Gudunov commanded the Oprichniki with the same voice he had used to give orders on a battle field. In those situations he was reasonably sure his orders would be obeyed. Here, he could only hope.
"As you command, my Tsar." The leader of the Oprichniki did his best to hide the reluctance in his voice as he ordered his men to spare Constantine. There would be a time to assert his authority, and this was not it.
Gudunov had decided that Constantine was the person he could mistrust the least. Yes, he was a foreigner and a heretic, but he also was somewhat outside of the power plays between the Church, the Oprichniki and the growing power of the merchant class. Ultimately, Boris had to trust someone, and if was a lesser evil, so be it.
"Increasing Free Trade will be a good compromise with the merchant class." The Tsar responded to the German as if nothing had happened. "I also agree in the need for missions. We'll either pay some now or a lot later and I do not wish to leave a poor inheritance for those who succeed me as Tsar."
"As for the windows," Boris allowed himself a small smile, "the Mongols will certainly respond to the glorious power of our God. I like your ideas, and I think some scenes from The Revelation would be excellent as well."
The two men continued to discuss the religious art, but Boris's mind again drifted to the future. He sensed he didn't have much time left before his precarious claim on the throne collapsed completely. All he could do was use that time wisely.
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"Less restrictions on trade will stimulate our merchant class and also provide a catalyst for colonization." The Tsar addressed the council. "We must never lose sight of our great dream: a Russian port on the eastern sea!" Cheers filled the chamber, but everyone's eyes remained suspicious as if full relaxation was impossible.
"I believe we must continue to reach the Mohammedans with the True Faith, but these projects must not compromise the settlement of the steppes or the defense of our nation. We must always be wary." Boris felt a shudder pass through his body as he realized the he had the most call to be wary, especially of the individuals currently in the council room.
"We will keep our alliance with Denmark strong. If it takes bribes, so be it." The Foreign minister smiled, but was full of doubts inside. Boris was not skilled at diplomatic matters.
"We will continue to fight off our enemies but always seek peace. The work of the Great Commission and our destiny of settling Siberia are more important than the petty squabbles of the east." Gudunov raised a hand to the applause, forced though it was.
"We are a nation on the rise and we will claim our destiny!" With that, the Tsar made a hasty exit.
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Boris walked the hallways of the Kremlin like a caged tiger. It was the small hours of the morning and the candle he carried cast little light. He'd acquired the habit of late night walks early in his reign. He had a lot on his mind and his sleep suffered accordingly.
"Tsar Gudunov!" A voice hissed in the darkness behind the Ruler of Russia. Boris clutched his chest for a moment in surprise and then turned to cast the weak light of the candle on an Oprichniki. In the shadowy hall the black robed man was nearly invisible and resembled some sort of wraith or demon more than another human.
"My apologies if I startled you. I have an important message." The hissing voice was just above a whisper.
"At this hour? What message could be this important?" Anger now competed with fear in the Tsar.
"It's from Dimitri." Now Boris's face twisted in puzzlement and annoyance. From who?
"What are you talking about? If this is a joke you'll pay dearly..." The words died in the Tsar's throat as a blade glistened for a moment in the dark and then plunged into his stomach.
Gudunov collapsed, the candle rolling away, casting wild shadows in the pitch black hall. Boris could feel his warm life pouring into the expensive carpet. "This is the end," he thought, even as the Oprichniki pulled back his head and slit his throat with a single practiced motion.
"As you command, my Tsar." The leader of the Oprichniki did his best to hide the reluctance in his voice as he ordered his men to spare Constantine. There would be a time to assert his authority, and this was not it.
Gudunov had decided that Constantine was the person he could mistrust the least. Yes, he was a foreigner and a heretic, but he also was somewhat outside of the power plays between the Church, the Oprichniki and the growing power of the merchant class. Ultimately, Boris had to trust someone, and if was a lesser evil, so be it.
"Increasing Free Trade will be a good compromise with the merchant class." The Tsar responded to the German as if nothing had happened. "I also agree in the need for missions. We'll either pay some now or a lot later and I do not wish to leave a poor inheritance for those who succeed me as Tsar."
"As for the windows," Boris allowed himself a small smile, "the Mongols will certainly respond to the glorious power of our God. I like your ideas, and I think some scenes from The Revelation would be excellent as well."
The two men continued to discuss the religious art, but Boris's mind again drifted to the future. He sensed he didn't have much time left before his precarious claim on the throne collapsed completely. All he could do was use that time wisely.
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"Less restrictions on trade will stimulate our merchant class and also provide a catalyst for colonization." The Tsar addressed the council. "We must never lose sight of our great dream: a Russian port on the eastern sea!" Cheers filled the chamber, but everyone's eyes remained suspicious as if full relaxation was impossible.
"I believe we must continue to reach the Mohammedans with the True Faith, but these projects must not compromise the settlement of the steppes or the defense of our nation. We must always be wary." Boris felt a shudder pass through his body as he realized the he had the most call to be wary, especially of the individuals currently in the council room.
"We will keep our alliance with Denmark strong. If it takes bribes, so be it." The Foreign minister smiled, but was full of doubts inside. Boris was not skilled at diplomatic matters.
"We will continue to fight off our enemies but always seek peace. The work of the Great Commission and our destiny of settling Siberia are more important than the petty squabbles of the east." Gudunov raised a hand to the applause, forced though it was.
"We are a nation on the rise and we will claim our destiny!" With that, the Tsar made a hasty exit.
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Boris walked the hallways of the Kremlin like a caged tiger. It was the small hours of the morning and the candle he carried cast little light. He'd acquired the habit of late night walks early in his reign. He had a lot on his mind and his sleep suffered accordingly.
"Tsar Gudunov!" A voice hissed in the darkness behind the Ruler of Russia. Boris clutched his chest for a moment in surprise and then turned to cast the weak light of the candle on an Oprichniki. In the shadowy hall the black robed man was nearly invisible and resembled some sort of wraith or demon more than another human.
"My apologies if I startled you. I have an important message." The hissing voice was just above a whisper.
"At this hour? What message could be this important?" Anger now competed with fear in the Tsar.
"It's from Dimitri." Now Boris's face twisted in puzzlement and annoyance. From who?
"What are you talking about? If this is a joke you'll pay dearly..." The words died in the Tsar's throat as a blade glistened for a moment in the dark and then plunged into his stomach.
Gudunov collapsed, the candle rolling away, casting wild shadows in the pitch black hall. Boris could feel his warm life pouring into the expensive carpet. "This is the end," he thought, even as the Oprichniki pulled back his head and slit his throat with a single practiced motion.