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Interlude 10: Dawn of the Seventeenth Century
December 31, 1599
The Political Map of Europe 12-31-1599
Deacon Andrea Baroni waited on the steps of Saint Maria in Domnica in the early winter morning chill for his carriage. The night before the diocese bishop, Cardinal Piatti, came to his room unannounced after returning from meetings with other Cardinals. His eminence told him to report to today to the Palace of the Holy Office where he would receive further instructions. Deacon Baroni wondered if he had displeased the Cardinal in some way, but perhaps God had some plan for him that would only reveal itself over time.
The carriage, if one could call it that, was simply a cart that had previously carried hay and/or manure led by a nag whose best days were long ago. After saying a short prayer, Deacon Baroni climbed into the cart bed and the journey began. A short time later he arrived at his destination and entered the Palace of the Holy Office. He was greeted, if one could call it that, by a stern severe looking religious sister.
The Religious Map of Europe 12-31-1599
The nun led Deacon Baroni through the Holy Office with a dismissive wave to follow her deeper into the Palace.
“I am Sister Mary Lazarus and you are late.” Sister Mary Lazarus said tersely with a thick Germanic accent. As she spoke, the sound of the nag whinnying could be heard from the courtyard through the un-shuttered window.
“I am sorry Sister. The carriage did not arrive on time.”
“Hmmmrfff. Follow me.” was the reply.
“May I ask you something?” Deacon Baroni inquired.
“Yes.”
“Do you know why I have been summoned here on this day?”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps you could tell me who I am supposed to be meeting?”
“Perhaps.”
Deacon Baroni realized Sister Mary Lazarus would not be forthcoming with any information. Rather than continue to question her, they walked on in silence through the remainder of the Holy Office, the Meeting Hall, and through St. Martha’s Palace to the main courtyard behind the still unfinished St. Peter’s. As they approached the Chapel of St. Stephen, Sister Mary Lazarus turned left and spoke,
“Follow that path to the garden and you will find he who will speak with you. Good day and God bless you Deacon Baroni.”
Deacon Baroni replied, “Grazie and God bless you too, Sister Mary Lazarus.” The whinnying sound returned clearly even this far away from the streets.
Without further comment, Sister Mary Lazarus nodded and turned back the way they came. Deacon Baroni was a bit befuddled by the exchange. Perhaps something was lost in translation. He took two steps forward and said, “Lazarus!“ only to hear the whinnying once more. Chuckling quietly to himself, Deacon Baroni followed the sister’s instructions, passing only two Scottish Guards faithfully on duty in their kilts as a fresh breeze chilled the air momentarily.
Several paces later, the Deacon noticed an area where several smaller paths converged with the one he walked down. A table and benches had been set up. His Holiness Gregory XIV, wearing his unmistakable fur trimmed camauro and mozzetta, sat on one of the benches waving Deacon Baroni over. The Deacon picked up his pace so as to not keep the Pope waiting any longer.
“Your Holiness!” Deacon Baroni nearly shouted as he bent down to kiss the Pope’s ring. “I was unaware that you would be expecting me. How may I assist you in serving the Lord?”
Pope Gregory nodded, “Yes, please sit down next to me. Would you like to try some of this coffee beverage?”
“No, no thank you, Your Holiness.”
“It comes from the Turks through the Venetians. Cardinal Bellermino wants me to condemn people from drinking it. But this devil’s drink is so good I think I just might baptize it instead!”* The Pope laughed as he took a drink from his mug. “Now Deacon, I have called you here to attend me as my main notary.”
“I am shocked and honored. Though Holy Father, why have you asked me?” Deacon Baroni inquired. “Surely there are more experienced men you could have asked.”
“True,” Pope Gregory replied, “but they were not recommended by Cardinal Piatti.”
“His eminence’s faith in me is humbling,” Baroni replied.
“Actually, it’s not his faith that moved him. He wants to be rid of you.” The Pope bluntly corrected.
“I do not understand.” Deacon Baroni was now more confused than ever.
“Cardinal Piatti believes you are a spy sent by me or his rivals from the French faction to hinder his plans to succeed me whenever that time does come.”
The Deacon’s jaw nearly dropped, and he jumped to his feet. “Holy Father, please believe me, I have no idea of what Cardinal Piatti could be referring to. I pray every day for your continued health!”
“I know what you say is truth, and I thank you for your prayers.” Pope Gregory waved for Deacon Baroni to be seated once more. “My body may be wearing a bit thin Andrea, but my mind is still sharp. Piatti is just a paranoid old woman from the ghettos. Pay him no mind!”
“Yes, your Holiness. Please forgive my outburst.”
Pope Gregory laughed heartily, “You have not yet seen me angered. When that time does come to pass, it will make your exclamation sound like a mouse squeak. Your late cousin, Cardinal Montalto**, and I had many an argument over the years, God bless him. I am surprised you never heard our debates here in Rome while you studied in Bologna.”
“I am sure my cousin would smile at the thought of being here with you, your Holiness.”
“Now tomorrow is the first day of the New Year… new century in fact, and you will attend to me at the Papal apartment in the morning. Then we will meet with the Cardinal Secretary of State and some of the Curia in the main meeting hall. At this meeting I will need to you to take notes of the political and religious updates from abroad for me. Time permitting we may need to draft letters to the nuncios in response.”
“Of course, I will prepare for the meeting right away.” Deacon Baroni rose and bowed towards the Pope assuming the audience was over.
“And one more thing,” Pope Gregory called out, “Do not be late… Cardinal-Deacon Baroni.”
“No sir! Of course not! I will be early in fact! Thank you your Holiness!”
Deacon Baroni could have sworn he heard Pope Gregory laugh faintly as he nearly ran down the path back to the Palace of Holy Office.
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January 1, 1600
Cardinal Andrea Baroni's official 1604 portrait
For Andrea Baroni, today everything was new: the itchiness of the black woolen Cossack with it‘s red trim, the spacious room, and even his title was new, Cardinal-Deacon. Though he looked all of his twenty-seven years, the new Cardinal felt as though he was freshly born from the womb.
The Sun had barely risen when Cardinal Baroni appeared at Pope Gregory’s door, only to be turned away for his Holiness was still sleeping. The guards would send for him when the Pope was awake and ready to receive him. Still Cardinal Baroni paced close by like one of the caged African lions he once saw at an exotic beast show.
Hic sunt leones indeed! An hour later Pope Gregory was ready and he joined the Pope.
Unlike the day before, the Pope seemed in ill-spirits. Perhaps the upcoming events of the day weighed heavily on his mind. Or perhaps it was the strained effort in which Pope Gregory walked towards the reception hall with his cane where they were to meet with the Curial Cardinals. Upon entering, the assembled men rose, bowed, and kissed the Pontiff’s ring after he quickly sat down. Then all the eyes in the room turned to stare at this new young interloper and the question was soon asked: who is this man?
“Before we begin,” Pope Gregory started, “I have recently named Andrea Baroni over there a Cardinal Deacon replacing the late Cardinal Pepoli as my notary and assistant. In addition I will be elevating Alessandro d’Este and the Archbishop of Pamplona to Cardinal. The ceremony will take place three weeks from today. I think the latter may please some of your masters.” The last words were said derisively and were met with silence.
As the Secretary of State Cardinal Pinelli began to speak, Cardinal Baroni began to scribble notes in earnest, “My Pope, I have been in correspondence with Cardinal Belfuno at the Imperial Court. The Emperor-Elect will most likely not intervene for either side in the Baltic War and he warns us not to do so as well.”
Pope Gregory interrupted, “I will do as I see fit as ordained by the Holy Spirit, not by a heretic but go on…”
“Much of the fighting centers near the ports of Riga and Memel. The Swedes have swept the Baltic of Lithuanian ships with English assistance. King Alexander and King Stephan are calling for a Holy Alliance against the combined Protestant forces. They will most likely begin an overland campaign once the spring thaw reaches the Finnish lands. I recommend we offer them a loan of funds to support their troops as we did when Poland and Lithuania fought the Turks some years ago.”
“Yes I agree. Cardinal Giustiniani, make note for the Auditors that we will be loaning 100 ducats to both kingdoms next year at the usurious rate of 1% interest.”
“Of course, your Holiness. But that will drain nearly half the treasury.”
The situation in North America 1600#
Ignoring the Treasurer’s comments, the Pope turned to the French Ambassador, “And Ossat how is the Kingdom of France these days?”
“The health of his majesty Henri III is precarious your Holiness. I pray daily for the recovery of his vitality. The Kingdom of France is at peace, prosperous and…”
“Despised by the rest of the world,” Cardinal Avila the Castilian Ambassador interjected.
Ossat glared at the interrupter “as I was about to say, France is finally free of heresy and assassins while we continue, as always, to bring the whole of Greater France back into the bosom of the Church.”
“Does this include the lands France captured from the English?” Pope Gregory inquired.
“Oui, naturellement!” the Cardinal slipped back into his native tongue, “The young boy Edward on the English throne is completely unready and incompetent to be on the world stage. We merely relieved them of the responsibility of maintaining certain northern trading posts. Both the natives and the few English who live there will soon convert as the settlements grow with Frenchmen.”
“I must object to that once again your Holiness.” Cardinal Avila all but shouted, “The Bull promulgated by Pope Paul III and as amended by your predecessor…”
“Is completely worthless to the de facto situation,” Cardinal Ossat finished.
“Enough! You both disrespect your office and His Holiness.” Cardinal Pinelli chided the men. “Do us all a favor and desist from this incessant squabble.”
Pope Gregory nodded in agreement, “Yes I grow weary of fighting between our Catholic brothers. France and Castile, always like Cain and Abel. Tsk. Tsk. Now Avila, what news is there from Toledo hmmm?”
Cardinal Avila nodded before speaking, “The King and Queen have welcomed a fifth child, Prince Sancho to their family last month. Cardinal Serra has baptized the Infante and he has been given the title of Prince of Madrid. The succession in Castile is secure for the foreseeable future.
Status of the Castilian overseas empire c. 1600
Unlike France, Castile is free of heresy throughout her Empire, and now moves to spread the faith throughout the Americas. The natives may be restless, but they will be dealt with in due course…“
Pope Gregory interrupted, “Please convey my wishes to the King that he should try to convert the unbelievers before he enslaves them.”
“As always, your Holiness,“ Avila sweetly nodded. “Also Castile will move against the Swedes who have settled the southernmost tip of the continent and harangue Castilian shipping with their demands for payment to use the Magellan Strait.”
“Very well what else is there to discuss?” The Pope requested.
Cardinal Salvian spoke, “There is the small matter of Savoyan insurrection Holiness. Turin has fallen to rebels as the King of Savoy fights heretics in Cologne. If King Pietro were to be overthrown, our overland routes with Avignon would be severed. This could be a strategic disadvantage.”
“France will intervene in due time,” said Cardinal Ossat.
“France is paralyzed with inaction due the King’s health as you just said,” replied Salvian.
Avila piped in, “Your motives are perfectly clear to me my dear Cardinal Salvian. The De Medici’s don’t want to lose the trade with Savoy to the heretics ruling Genoa. I can respect that although I am not wedded to their interests.”
Cardinals Ossat and Pinelli nodded slowly in agreement to the last remark.
Salvian turned to Pope Gregory. “Then your Holiness will you support some intervention?”
A long pause ensued and Gregory XIV stroked his beard in thought. “Yes I think we can spare some troops to assist King Pietro and our allies interests. Cardinal Baroni, please make note that we need to issue orders to the 2nd Army in Mantua to assist Savoy in retaking Turin. Now what else is there?”
Colonial affairs in southern Africa c. 1600
At first no one spoke. Pope Gregory began to rise when the only man in the room who had yet to speak did so: “Forgive me your Holiness, I was deep in thought and wish to bring you some news.”
“Yes, Patriarch, what is it?”
Cardinal Andreas von Austria, the titular Patriarch of Jerusalem, snapped his fingers and a priest ran over with several rolled up maps. “As I am sure most in this room know, the Church maintains a network of silent supporters among the Mohammedans and others throughout the Holy Land.” There are nods around the room. “One of our friends was able to secure the rutters from a Swedish merchant ship docked in Alexandretta.” Pope Gregory’s eyes arched at the sound of this news. “We have translated the log,” continued the Patriarch, and constructed this rough map of the lands to the farthest east.”
The Far East c. 1600 and the stolen Swedish rutters
“Interesting.” Said Cardinal Pinelli
“Indeed Eminence, it is. The Japanese warlords of the Satomi family have nearly consolidated their power throughout the main island as you see in the rose color on the map. It appears our support for the Shimazu faction has not been beneficial as they are reduced to the southern island. The other main faction who is outwardly hostile to the true word of the Lord the Hosokawa (Green) have cut a swath of territory from the Ming and Qing Chinese cliques.”
“This does not affect us in any way.” Cardinal Ossat said dismissively.
“Au Contraire,” replied the Austrian, “the transfer of trade has dried up the riches of the overland route originally discovered by the Venetians. Rather than grow rich by taxing that trade, the Mohammedans grow rich by war over what is left. That war may soon reach the Holy Land. How could this not be our concern?”
“Very true, Patriarch, very true,” Pope Gregory said solemnly. “Yet I must agree in the near term with Cardinal Ossat. There is nothing we can do immediately as we have barely survived the recent hostilities with Portugal. Patriarch, please keep me informed as best you can. Now gentlemen I am tired, until next time we meet.”
One by one the Cardinals seated at the table rose, kissed the Pope’s ring and left. Only Cardinal Baroni remained scribbling down the last notes of the meeting as the words raced through his mind and onto the paper.
“Cardinal Baroni,” said the Pope as he strained to rise from his seat, “I trust you will be able to complete your notes and the orders for the army by sunset. And Andrea, be sure not to include the last part. I would rather no one outside this room know of the world explorations. Spies are everywhere, even here in Rome.”
Somewhat startled by the exchange, the only thing Cardinal Baroni could reply with was, “Of course your Holiness,” As Pope Gregory XIV left the room and the Cardinal to his work.
* Quote attributed to OTL Clement VIII, but of questionable validity
** OTL Pope Xystus V (1585-1590)
#Maps were taken from other countries to show the extent of colonization