Chapter 15: The Quest for the Holy Belly (1511-1521)
The situation in Europe, 1 november 1511.
I look at the small room that had been my home for so many years. Goodbye bed, goodbye both of you plates. I'm going away, to search for the man in the black habit and the belly dancer. The military will be in good hands with general Mustafa, although I definately said not to start a war untill I return. The colonization efforts I leave in the hands of Manuel Grimaldi, the advisor who was só ugly, he drove people away to further colonies than would otherwise possible. Both Isidor von Wustinghausen and Mustafa Ibn Husayn, not the general, will try to improve my relations with the rest of Europe while I'm gone. Also, I leave Leonardo da Vinci here in charge of the Parma Project, in the hope of discovering the way of the waterwalking. And my promotor, Machiavelli... Well, he decided to write a book. I'm curious what it will be about, but I'll learn it after I return.
As I walk outside, I almost bump into Achmed.
'You're leaving?' I see the surprise on his face.
'Yes, as fast as a swallow.' I sling my backpack on my back, stuffed with the gear I expect to need. My sword is at my side.
'European or African?' For a moment I can't place his question, but then I get it.
'European I guess, they migrate.'
He shakes his head. 'In all these years I didn't expect you to really go. The siege of the Pisan rebels, the turmoil in the empire, and still you remained on your room. But well, now that you're a master, nothing will stop you.' Those words might be
so true. 'I'm leaving myself too. Fatima is pregnant, and we want to raise our child in the sun of Rhodes. I was actually coming here to say goodbye.'
While we talk, we walk along the street. We pass a grocery store. I see a bunch of coconuts, and fetch one. With my sword I split it in two, and give one half to Achmed. 'I'll be away for quite some years, but one day I'll return, and bring the coconut back together. Here, have one half, and keep it save.'
Muhammad IX gives Achmed a half coconut.
After this, we both go our seperate way. I'm sure my empire will last while I do the
quest for the holy belly.
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'I'm not dead...' My words are weak, and are soon followed by my stomach beeing emptied in the doctors face. I was travelling with a ship from Parma to Andalucía, where the Holy Belly was seen last, but a terrible storm had hit us. I have never felt so sick in my life.
'Don't be such a baby.' The doctor wipes his face and looks angry at me. 'If you couldn't take such a storm, you would be stone dead in a moment. So do us a favour, and stop beeing such a baby. You'll be getting better.'
If he would have know that he was talking like this to the padishah, he would have thrown himself off the ship. But I'm travelling undercover, not wanting to alert the men.
When I left the harbor of Parma, I heared heralds proclaiming the news of rebels in Lienz. Immediately I knew that they had returned from their Austrian adventure. I wrote to Mustafa that he should send some men out there. Also, he had to send a small division of men to Ottoman territories: those Ottomans were clearly not able to deal with the occupied Croatian territories, so I would have to do it for them.
With pigeons I kept recieving news, even on the Mediteranian. The
Pigeon Herald reported peace between the Byzantine Empire and the Mamluks, with no actual gain for any of the countries. Not much later the Mamluks made peace with Syria too. But then, just before the storm, I recieved news that Scandinavia had annexed Pommerania. They were clearly trying to gain a monopoly of the Baltic Sea. Well, let them have it. They will clash with the Lithuanians one day if this continues.
The storm that made Muhammad IX terrible ill.
While I'm laying here, not able to vomit anymore since the last went to the doctor's face, I think about Machiavelli's last words before I left Parma: 'Think hard about the way you will rule the Empire. We're living in a dictatorship, a self-perpetuating autocracy with an outdated dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.'
If this was a sneak preview for his upcoming book, I really want to read it.
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The waiter runs from table to table. It is a busy time here in Sevilla, in the late and sunny afternoon. Luckily I got very early at this table. A lot of parchments are spread out in front of me, while I nip from my glass of wine. The other great powers of Europe are expanding their borders. Scandinavia annexed Pommerania, and Lithuania once again won the war against the Golden Horde and conquered two provinces. Well, as long as they stay out of the west, I don't mind them. They will clash with eachother one day anyway.
Two letters from Achmed have reached me, although the herald had a hard time finding me. The first one is about some more rebel uprisings. This time in Achaea, where people have seen that those rebels actually crawled out of the ground, and started to fight! I guess we can blame Jason and the Argonauts for seeding the dragons teeth all those thousands of years ago...
Rebels are crawling from the dark earth to reign terror among the normal people.
Also, news had reached me that Benin, a west African country just like Kongo, got hold of some territories of the Mamluks. How did they do that? The jungle is fast and furious, which None shall pass, and if you do, you shall die.
After Kongo, Benin also decided to expand way beyond their border.
Then the waiter comes at my table to take my order. When I ask him what the house has to offer, he starts with: 'Bread, apples, cider, cherries... A lot of good food. What do you want, dear sir?'
'A duck!' With my answer the whole restaurant falls silent, and the waiter says 'Oooh.' I frown, and say: 'A duck can't be that hard, can it? What will it do, bleed on me? I can bite.'
The waiter apologies, but there is no single duck available in the entire town. A bad illness had struck among the duck population and killed them all off. All they were good for now was tape, ducktape. So I decided to go for the chicken.
When he went away, I look at the next message. I read it, and read it again. I can't believe my eyes. This december those darn British did it. Queen Mary III had died, to be succeeded by king August I, and he has made a colony, just south of Oued Edhahab. That bastard! This means war. I get a blank parchment and start to write a letter to my loyal general:
Dear Mustafa,
I recieved dire news: the British have broken our monopoly and established a colony south of Oued Edhahab. This can't be tolerated. I want you to prepare for war.
First, send the men in Maghreb to the border with their colony, so we can seize it the first instant we declare war on them. Second, surround France. If I directly declare war on Great Britain, I will also be drawn into a war with Austria. I can't have that. They still have a large army, and a fight at those two really far away fronts is not doable, even with our army. Thus we will declare war on Guyenne, which will lead to a war with Great Britain, France and Genoa. Third, send quite some men to that center of trade. They have 9,000 men stationed, so the fight will be hard.
Finally, I want you to cross the Canal with 20,000 men cavalery. The English are in a bad shape, with those rebellions in the centre of England, and won't be hard to defeat. But you do need speed and agility. After you have defeated France, bring the infantry to occupy that bloody island. If you've got some infantry left, you can bring them in advance. And of course, you will be stationed in Wales: that will be the base of operation.
Do not declare war prematurely: all the pieces have to be in place before we can strike at them.
Padishah Muhammad IX
My anger is slowly lifted when I see the final letter on the table, the second one from Achmed. Fatima gave birth to a boy, named Zorba. He is healthy, and the birth went very smoothly. They got their own house near the beach of Rhodes, where they will spend their time together. I smile.
Achmed and Fatima have a son!
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It took my army four months to get ready. In the meantime I was still searching for the man in the black habit and his belly dancer. Where could they be? I travelled across the peninsula, but no trace. Untill one day someone said to me: 'Why don't you institute Divine Supremacy? With that, you attract more missionaries, which he clearly is. You will hear of the places where they are active, and can travel there to seek him out.'
'Who are you who are so wise in the ways of religion? This new learning amazes me,' I asked him, but all he replied was that his name was of no importance. I wanted to bow before him, but he stopped me and said: 'Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Allah is great, and will embrace everyone.'
He left, and I did wage his words. It was actually a good idea, so I sended a parchment to Madrid, to get the people from the court arranging it. It wasn't untill later that day I realised that the man I had talked to, was wearing a black habit...
In March I got another idea, and in april I learned how to blockade ports.
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This war had taken me more than one and a half year away from my quest. I had to come forward, speed to the royal palace in Madrid, since a country without a clear leadership would be nothing in a war. Luckily Mustafa had made the preparations I had urged him to do, so when I arrived in Madrid, I could immediately start the war. On 1 april 1513 I walked through the gates and with one hand gesture I changed the fate of four nations.
I declared war on Guyenne. A day later the expected response followed: I was now also at war with Great Britain, France and Genoa too. Mustafa led the ranks in Great Britain with an elite group of 20,000 horsemen. He rode into the British domain to kill those strange persons. He was to stay away from the rebels, but for the rest he had ordes to kill all resistance.
On the continent I had surrounded the three other nations, with enough infantry men to win a war. I also had 20,000 horses, but used them solely to beat the French.
The infantry used on the continent was to be shipped to Great Britain as soon as they had done their job: They were needed to occupy that Isle. But at the dawn of war, I had already placed some infantry in Wales: They originally would had to go to London, but hearing that rebels had already occupied that city, I decided to send them somewhere else. London is just a silly place.
The battle plan for the invasion of Great Britain, France, Genoa and Guyenne. While France does move into my territory, the other three victims stay frozen at their place.
The war started well. My forces were doing a great job. Now, this is what they did:
The cavalry led by Mustafa rode from Gwynedd to Lancashire, where British troops were laying siege on a rebel-occupied province. They weren't paying attention, I guess they hadn't heared about the war yet, so Mustafa was able to sweep right through them, leaving no survivors.
In the meantime the French had been alerted, and did put up quite some fight. But they were driven from Cambray, to Vermandois, where they were beaten again, and fled to Othe. There their forces joined and made a stance against my horses, and were able to beat them, drive them away. They immediately started a siege on the province.
In Africa I had stationed 6,000 men at the border with the British colony of Arguin. As soon as the war started, they marched into it. With no resistance put up, they were quickly able to seize the colony and claim it for it's rightfull owner: me.
The Guyenne army wasn't difficult to beat: they were driven out of their province, and would not play any role during the rest of the war.
Genoa was able to put up quite a fight, and brought heavy losses to my men. But finally they were driven out of Liguria and also wouldn't play any more during this war.
The battles went well during the dawn of the war.
Then, out of nowhere, a letter from Austria came:
Wien, 3 may 1513
Padishah Muhammad IX,
You are not any better than your grandfather, or any other Nazrid before: Waging war against France and Great Britain, and let us not forget poor Guyenne and Genoa. Just mind your own business! The next time you declare war on someone, you have to deal with us, the Austrians. You don't frighten us, Spanish pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottom, son of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Muhammad Padishah.
Austria warns us not to make any more war.
I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now, just stay quiet for the coming time, or I shall taunt you a second time!
Ferdinant I,
Holy Roman Emperor.
Of course I put that aside, but despite this warning, it was also some good advice. The population, I saw in my time undercover, wasn't fully ready for more war. As soon as this war was over, I would have to keep a low profile for a while.
In june the British established a second colony near Taqamkuk. Luckily I had some men ready over there, who were quickly at the crimescene. There were no British soldiers, so the colony was immediately occupied. Unfortunately the local people started to fight, and with them the colony was completely destroyed. My men barely survived the onslaught! They bravely ran away. When danger reared its ugly head, they bravely turned their tail and fled. This should be a wise lesson for the future: I decided to do something about those agressive people after the war.
In july 1513 I finally occupied Liguria, and annexed Genoa. Two months later it was Guyenne's turn to be completely annexed. The war now continued with just France and Great Britain. With the French provinces falling one by one and the infantry who'd attacked Genoa now free for another action, it wasn't difficult to finally smash the last bits of the French army. The British put up a harder fight, since they trained new men during the war. But since my cavalry was already there, they were quickly dealt with. With no armies, and in a matter of months also no ships, both countries were left to the mercy of my sieges.
A new year came, and with it the last remnants of the British army were swept away. But not everything was going according to plan. The usual herald came from the shores of the British isle, his face showing a terror unmatched. His hands were shaking while he reported that my loyal general was dead! According to eye witchesses, he was leading his men while riding towards the last British men. They were cowering before the thundering army, but had their archers ready. Mustafa, in a killing frenzy, was hit by an arrow. Slain, but not yet defeated. A doctor immediately saw him, and said that he should rest. But Mustafa didn't want to listen. 'Look, I can tackle this lot single-handed!' he said. 'Honestly, I can cope. I can handle this lot easily. I can defeat them! There's only a hundred-and-fifty of them!'
The doctor wasn't able to hold him down, and he got on his horse again, and rode to the battlefield. Seeing their general up again, the men turned it into a stunning victory. But the wounds had cut deep, and at the end of the day, general Mustafa was dead.
My loyal general is dead!
Meanwhile, in the east the Ottoman Empire was having much trouble. Not only they were at war with the Austrians, and losing it, also they had to face a lot of rebels, along with Serbia gaining territory and Bulgaria declaring themselves independant! I guess the days of my Ottoman brethern are numbered.
It took my the rest of the year to lay siege on the provinces of Great Britain. But finally, at the beginning of december, it was over. I sended a herald to king August I, demanding:
You will cede the provinces of Lincoln, Lancashire, Yorkshire, Cumbria and the Western Isles. Also, pay 50 ducats.
The next day I sended another herald to France, demanding:
Cede Maine, Blois, Bourbon and Vermandois.
Both accepted, beaten and destroyed. And the British... well, they were going to have a hard time. With no army and fleet, they had to face Scottish and Cornish rebels, along with quite a lot of rebellling British peasants. Their mainland was now split into two, and their coast infested with pirates. Although I might take care of that: If I want to claim that entire isle, I can't have pirates roaming around.
Now, I have heared that the man with the black habit and the belly dancer have been spotted here, in Madrid! I will immediately start looking for them, leaving the luxuary once again. With no war anymore, I can get on with it and leave the Empire once again to the mercy of my advisors.
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For the last time I look at the spacious bed in my bedroom. If there is one thing I'm going to miss, it is that bed. But I have to go, searching for the man in the black habit, with his belly dancer. My spies have told me several times that he has been spotted here, in Madrid. I have to find him, have to find the girl. At night I'm imagining what she might look like, and every night she becomes more beautifull. But everytime I want to hold her, grasp her hand, she disappears in the thick fog behind her. Am I chasing a dream?
On my way out, I almost bump into Manuel Grimaldi, my colonial advisor. His uglyness as inspired so many to boldy go where no man has gone before, and way beyond, if possible.
'My padishah,' he says, 'There you are. Before you embark on your quest once again, I have a question regarding your last order.' With a disturbing look on his face he asks: 'Is it really necessary to kill the native people of the colonies?'
'You have witnessed what they can do with the failed British colony. We must prevent them from doing the same to our colonies.'
'If I may advise you, dear padishah: we must then also cleansh the northern territories. The British have shown us that they can reach there, so we must be there first. Greenland is next in line to be colonized, along with the Canadian coastline. If we don't do it, others will.' Then his look changes to a mysterious stare. 'And you... On a quest for the belly of a girl... Have you thought of how to approach her?'
Actually, I hadn't. The only thing I knew was from the spying I had done on Achmed and Fatima, but I couldn't say that. So I asked him how I could appease a girl.
'You must give her something... a shrubbery! One that looks nice. And not too expensive.'
With this advise, I was ready to go. Except... Mustafa was dead. I still needed a new general. One for the expedition in the west, to attack the natives, and one in the east, to face the Austrians.
The restaurant where Muhammad got his two new generals.
Sad I went to the restaurant I had visited so many times. The waiter came and asked me if it would be the usual. I nodded, and asked: 'What's your name?'
''Abt al-Karim, sir.'
'Have you ever thought of joining the army? I heared they are searching for new generals.'
The man sounded the hearthiest laugh I had ever heared. 'I know what you want to imply. Me, a general? Out there? There is much danger over there, in the East and the ocean of Eternal Peril.'
'Yes, you a general. It pays much more than you can possibly earn here in your entire life.' Quickly I scribbled something on a piece of parchment. 'If you hand this out to the padishah's advisors at the palace, you will become a general who will sail to the West, and you can see the lands of Northern America.'
He laughed really hard, but he got the note and put it away save. Yes, he will do it, he will be a new general. He went to the kitchen, and came back with a cook. 'And here is my good buddy Nasim, do you also have a general job for him?'
'As a matter of fact, yes. You can go to the east, facing the daunty Austrians.' I scribble a second parchment, which is also put away save. They remain standing at my table, staring at me. 'Stop that!' They keep on staring at me. 'Look on! Clear off! Go On! Go away! Go away! Go away! And you! Clear off!'
Then finally they moved, and ran towards the palace. Now I've got two new general for my army. Time will tell if they were a good choice. Now I can go on and search for the holy belly.
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It's crisis. People are running all around me, panicking. Diplomats fear for their lifes. And me? I'm standing on the great market of Madrid. For three years I have wandered among the common people, searching for the man in the black habit and the belly dancer. But still I haven't found them.
Diplomats from all my vassals, allies and some of the other countries had travelled to my palace, in order to solve this matter. Or, in the case of France, escalate it further. I have seen them all entering the city, in their own majestic ways. No-one noticed a single man watching them all, observing their banners. No-one could enter unseen the city, or leave. Maybe except for the man in the black habit.
It all started when I left the palace, to wander once again among the common people. Manuel Grimaldi had sworn to himself that he would prevent others from colonizing the North American shores again, a dedicated task he completed very well.
Manuel Grimaldi went for colonizing Markland (Labrador), and got an extra colonist for free because of this.
It all went well. But then he took another step in Africa, towards Mali, preventing others from going there. Also, he colonized Greenland. Europe was cut off from the rest of the world.
At the same time, 'Abt al-Karim arrived with 20,000 men. He first went to Greenland, then proceeded to the Canadian shore and finally entered the Caribbean domain. Everywhere he went, he left burning pillages, bodies of the natives letting to rot in the wind. One by one he swept the horses across the countryside, exterminating more people than I had thought possible. It was great for the growth of the colonies: with no native agressiveness and their places empty, more people were willing to go there. But the gruelty was kept a secret.
Meanwhile, in Europe, I was searching for the preaching man without success. Where could he be? Then I knew: If I could turn the entire peninsula to the muslim faith, he would have to do even more work, and eventually would show up.
The entire Iberian peninsula must be muslim. Although I did forget to edit the title when I modded it from christian to muslim...
And finally, I had left Great Britain in quite a mess. Scottish rebels were roaming the land in the north, Cornwall had declared themselves independant in the south and peasants were wrecking havoc among the land. Their navy was gone, their army couldn't be restored after it's initial destruction.
Those four facts all came to the ears of the European nobles at the same time. Spain preventing others from colonizing, slaughtering natives, converting Europe to the Islam and leaving the country that had dared to devile them in ruins: it was too much for them. If I don't do anything quick, it might escalate and throw the continent in another series of endless wars.
While I'm standing at the market place, the usual herald walks towards me. 'Message for you, sir.'
As I unrolled the parchment, I saw that it came from Ragusa. They had finally decided to join the Empire. My other vassals didn't like the fact that Spain has absorbed another country, but well, I will appease them once again. I turn to the herald, and say to him: 'Hurry back to the palace, my lad, and tell everyone to gather in the throne room. I'll be there in a moment.'
As I watch him run back, I start to walk slowly towards the back end of the palace. The windows are high and there is no backdoor, but I've got a rope all ready. I climb up, and crawl through the window inside. From up here I can see all the guests. Another rope is ready, and I swing down, making the grandest entry anyone has made in quite some time. Unfortunately my hands slip and I crash through the guests. When I finally get up, I look back and see the mess I have left behind. 'O bloody hell.' With a much louder voice I say: 'Sorry. Sorry. I just get carried away. I'm really most awfully sorry. Sorry! Sorry, everyone.'
There are some limbs lying on the floor, and even a few heads. I hear screams like 'He killed my auntie!' and 'He's killed that man!' and even 'He's not quite dead!', quickly followed by 'Oh, he's died!', but I quickly raise my voice again: 'Please! Please! Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who. Everyone has killed once in a while, and these peolpe were actually spreading the lies through the continent.'
I don't know how, but some people, especially from my vassals, were dying for an excuse to prevent another Great War. Some were quite literally dying now, but well, not everybody can get that lucky. They nod, and quickly more people start to nod. 'Yes, we see now,' the crowd murmurs.
'That's it. That's it. You've got it.' I quickly add. The sight of a few dead people have turned their attention, has frightened their hearts. They all know that if they rebel against me, they can be next. Nothing is sacred, not in this world. All ended well, and the guests left satisfied. Another crisis has been avoided. Well, not all the guests left. We now have some spare heads.
It all ended well: relations improved.
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A year passed. Winter changed into Spring. Spring changed into Summer. Summer changed back into Winter, and Winter gave Spring and Summer a miss and went straight on into Autumn. And before I knew it, it was august 1519. 14 august, to be precise. A day I will never forget. For I now finally completed my quest: I have found him, on the great market of Madrid.
The man in the black habit and the belly dancer!
With the palace on the background, and a crowd gathered on the square, I saw her from afar. I pushed my way through all those people, and then was put under a spell. I saw her dancing, her eyes averted from me. A gypsy girl, all in black. Before I could walk to her, the man in the black habit suddenly was standing in front of me. He was holding his hands together and said: 'You seek the Holy Belly!'
I nod, without my eyes pulling from her. 'I have imagined her all alike, but I see now that wasn't prepared for her.' Looking at my empty hands, I realise that I'm definately not prepared for her. 'Wait here, I'll be back in a moment.'
'Right. We'll stay here until you get back.' He frowns, but doesn't show any intentions to leave.
I run and run, like I have never done before. But it isn't in vain. I grab the first shrubbery I see from the palace gardens, avoid the guards and run back. When he sees it, he says: 'It is a good shrubbery. I like the laurels particularly,... but there is one small problem.'
'What is that?' I say in despair. What could be wrong? I did it, I brought the shrubbery like my advisor had told me, and now it's not good?
'She's allergic to shrubberies.'
'O.' Quickly I trown the plant behind me, and shove it away. 'Anyway, now something completely different then...'
'I see you like her.' He smiles, and once again I can only nod. 'I'm sure we can... Arrange things. But not here. She can keep on dancing, but we need to talk over dinner.'
And I did grin, and we did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats. But after we were done, he said: 'She is special. With her dancing she can enchant many, and with the right guidance they might convert to the true faith. I won't let her go for just anybody. Only he who is valiant and pure of spirit may have the Holy Belly.'
'Well, I'm padishah Muhammad IX...'
'Definately not vailant and pure of spirit then. But your title should also be good enough.' He pauzes for a moment, then continues: 'Before I can hand her over, you should answer three questions, to test if you're really ready for her.'
'Fire away. Allah is with me.'
'What... is your name?' He asked, grinning.
'It is Muhammad Nazrid, padishah of the Spanish.' That's not a hard question. Well, onto the next.
'What... is your quest?'
'To seek the Holy Belly.'
'What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?'
What? What kind of question is that? I don't know that! I have to stall... 'What do you mean? An African or European swallow?'
'Huh? I-- I don't know that. How do know so much about swallows?'
I smile, knowing I have done the right thing. 'Well, you have to know these things when you're a padishah, you know.'
He tabs me on the shoulder. 'Congratulations, you passed. You can have her. My job here is done.'
Finally, the capital has become Muslim!
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Well, all ended up quite well. After I had found her, and aswered the questions of the man in the Black Habit, I could take her home. The next day we got married, and I finally got entrance to her sacred castle. The country celebrated the wedding for a whole year. It was really unfortunate that Leonardo da Vinci didn't see this all. He had died before I could complete my quest, drowning in a deep pool. Bystanders reported that he shouted that he did it, and one or two even said that for a short moment he indeed walked on water, but in the end it was all in vain: he fell, got stuck in the water with all his heavy robes and drowned before anyone could help. A great genius had left the world.
When I had entered his room, I found a real great treasure of drawings, sketches and designs. I had it all locked away savely, and only a few trusted minds were allowed to study his work. The Parma project has gotten a new source of inspiration, the
Da Vinci Codex.
The first fruitation of this project has now come: The researchers have decrypted a new type of ship, the Barque. For the past months I felt the need to build more ships, to protect the trade with the colonies and to patrol along the shores, but my researches told me to wait. And I am glad I did. More and better ships will see the daylight now. In a few years I want to double my fleet.
The previous 15 years things have changed in Europe. Great Britain has fallen, the Ottoman Empire is collapsing. Lithuania is as ever expanding, as also Scandinavia. My Spain has stabilized (when I became padishah, got 27 ducats at the end of each year: now it's over 700!), the rebels have been beaten. Austria is slowly crawlig back, but not for long. The Balkan is actually a mess. The Byzantine Empire is slowly growing. I draw a new map of Europe for myself:
A new map of Europe, on 1 februari 1521.
Great Britain (red) has fallen apart. Besides the area Spain has conquered, Norway (blue), Scotland (dark yellow), Northumberland (green) and Cornwall (pink) have declared themselves independant.
The Ottoman Empire (green) isn't doing well too. Austria (white), Bosnia (light pinkish) and Poland (pink) have taken provinces, while Naxos (dark purpleish), Bulgaria (Purple-blue) and Serbia (reddish, in the province Kosovo since the province Serbia is conquered by Bosnia!) have declared themselves independant.
The Spanish Empire has conquered more from Spain and Great Britain, and has annexed Morocco and Ragusa. They have lost one province to Bohemia. Of course the vassals of Spain are visualised in a lighter kind of yellow.
Lituania is, as always, expanding to the east, and Scandinavia has annexed Pommerania.
The Byzantine Empire has conquered a few more provinces in the Southern Balkan, but Greece has declared themselves independant north of the Black Sea.
But before I can really start with the real governing of my Empire, I had to go to the Byzantine Empire, to see my old friend Achmed and his wife, Fatima. Their son should be quite a few years old now. I go to the harbor of Valencía and order a boat. As I need a crew, I walk towards the nearest other ship and say: 'I need a crew for my ship. You can all come along. Come on. Anybody armed must go, too.'
After all the men have changed ship, we sail to the east, to the Byzantine Empire. Since I had send word of my arrival ahead, both Achmed and Fatima await me. Their son, Zorba, is enthousiastic, and can't seem to wait for me to arrive on shore. As he starts to walk on the water towards the oncoming boats, his father and mother call him back. Interesting. They learn the waterwalking while they're still young. I guess Achmed still can't pull the trick off.
Achmed's son, Zorba, can walk on water at an early age!
The first thing I do when I step on shore, is walking towards Achmed. I see that he has the same thought as I have. We both join the coconut halves together. A happy reunion. And while we talk of past times, Fatima and the Holy Belly get to know eachother better.
That's it for today. Run along, run along. Clear off.
Clear off. Come back later.
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This was a one-time special chapter. I expected that this timeperiod would be... well, kinda boring. I had to wait till my war exhaustian was restored. By making the chapter this way, following
a film I should not have to introduce, I thought I'd spice things up a little
. I didn't expect the British to actually establish colonies, so things got more intersting than expected. Don't expect me to follow a movie every chapter
. And well, I actually made my own thing out of it.
Yes, that's me in the black habit
. And that picture is from the Netherlands,
Castle de Haar near
Haarzuilens to be exact. I like this picture, it shows me as my nick ('little monk') visualized and well, that belly dancer is the finishing touch to the photo
.
Once again I got some new colonies. I of course got the colony I conquered from Great Britain, 'Arguin', and another one in Africa. But I did also some more colonization in North Amrica, and colonized Greenland. And went for more islands in the Caribbean. For more details, see
Appendix A.
Muhammad IX has already ruled for 15 years now. It is once again time to think about a nickname for him. Do you have any ideas?