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Her horse ambling leisurely toward de Wittelsbach and the other man, Anna once again found herself thinking of her first husband. The similarities between his past battle and her upcoming battle seemed frightfully great to her now, hence she could not help but keep thinking of him, of Antoine de Savoie. Futile thoughts, silly presentiments, supersticious worry.

She was afraid, she could not deny it, and she wondered whether he, too, had been afraid before the battle? Had he felt the same uncertainity? Had his hands kept trembling? Had he been sweating like her now, in spite of the cool wind? Probably. And will I die in the way he died?

For a brief moment, she felt like crying, she felt utterly fed up with the situation and with her part in it. She felt an urge to surrender, letting that red-haired fraud get what wasn’t his, leaving the whole disgusting and meaningless struggle, that was merely for more struggles, behind, retiring to - say - a convent, why not? Why not? Was she obliged to do anything? She could let the red-haired fraud, the pretty bitch Éléanore, Charles de Wittelsbach, and the rest of these obnoxious people continue fighting and fussing. Why not? Her face blushed. Why not? In theory nothing on earth ever made her obliged to Louis or their daughter, so why should she---

Once she used to have a Saint Anna-medallion, she had lost it during one of the storms of her life, her life that seemed terrible long to her now. Saint Anna. Never overly religious, Anna rarely paid any attention to her, but now she suddenly felt like praying for her intercession. Saint Anna.The grandmother of Christ. Anna bore Mary and Mary bore…

Her thoughts were rambling freely as her horse ambled toward de Wittelsbach and other man. Anna bore Mary and Mary bore… And she suddenly found the notion of praying to Saint Anna overly hilarious: why should she pray for her own intercession? While to say that Anna identified herself with Saint Anna would not be true: rather, she regarded herself as her anew incarnation. Anna bore Mary and Mary bore… Maybe it will be the Antichrist, she mused. Or maybe Christ again. Not that it would matter.

“Eric de Sens, I present to you her Majesty Queen Anne de Savoie,” Charles de Wittelsbach said, and Anna tightened her lips: he once again called her by that nonsensical name. I am Anne du Griffon, when will you finally learn it?! she thought as she shot a glance of hatred at her Marshal and Chancellor.

“Monsieur de Sens, it is our pleasure to meet you, albeit we feel sorry for the circumstances,” she began, bowing her head toward her enemy. “We are indeed pleased to meet you, and we wish you to bring the following message to your lord.” Anna took a deep, shaky breath; her fingers toyed with the fluffy mane of her horse. “Pro primo: we, Anne du Griffon, on behalf of our cherished and well-beloved daughter the heiress to the Crown of Lothar, call him to surrender to our daughter, and we promise we shall grant him the right to be trialed by the Directoire of Lotharingia. Pro secundo: if he, in his stubbornness, refuses to surrender, we, wishing to avoid bloodshed, challange him or his captain to a duel with our champion who shall be--” She paused for a moment before she continued. “--who shall be the Duc Charles de Wittelsbach. We wish the challange to take place in the sight of both armies, today, at high noon, and then the God Almighty shall judge our causes. Pro tertio: if your lord is so determined in his ungodly wish of making brothers fight and kill each other, if your lord wishes so badly to pit father and son, friend and friend against each other, we shall curse his name, but shall not hesitate to unfurl our banners.”
 

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Eric de Sens became more serious as Anne de Savoie put her own terms forward. When she finished, all remained silent, and Eric looked at Karl, somewhat amazed by the requests. Karl answered with a smirk, shaking his head.

Eric finally broke the silence. ”Well, Anne du Griffon de Savoie, du Piemont, and whatever large realms you control… I have considered your wise words” he said, with a sarcastic tone, nodding. ”Only, there are some problems to the terms you bring. Pro Primo: the Directoire, in his majority, is controlled by the most wise King Philippe du Berry. His Grace Karl von Wittelsbach, and Amédée the Ninth of Savoie might be by your side, but the only other men I see amongst your vaaaaast armies are outsiders… I will then take it that, as my King was accepted by the majority of the Directoire, he has been judged in due form, and found not guilty. Pro Secundo, the only challenge I will accept is the one which all the men under my command, and all the men under His Grace Karl von Wittelsbach command would meet in this very battlefield. There is no need for a one on one fight, for we had that a long time ago, and I do remember that I won, isn’t that right Karl?” Eric asked. Karl smiled, remembering the event all too well, but somewhat hiding these times long gone.

”So, your Majesty, I will see the colour of your banners, and whoever remains after the battle shall win Dijon!”
 

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The Battle of Dijon

September 18th, 1454

”And there will be an angel standing in the sun,
and he will be crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.”


-Peasant’s benediction by Father Roland of the Abbey of Morimond, before the battle of Dijon, September 18th 1454.


In the summer of 1454, the armies of the Union of Strassbourg reached Dijon in what they hoped would be a quick assault on the walls of the city. Unfortunately, the siege dragged for months, until suddenly, Philippe du Berry, titular king for the League of Arras, agreed to an open field battle. The reasons for this decision would be known later. On September 18th, Karl von Wittelsbach and Anne de Savoie assembled all the men they could gather, and attacked the armies of the League of Arras assembled in the fields near Dijon. Though slightly outnumbered, the League of Arras was better equipped, and didn’t face the heavy attrition and hunger the Union of Strassbourg had to face.

The forces in presence could be declined as such:

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Fate had it that, at the same moment, Karl von Wittelsbach and Eric de Sens both watched the battlefield safely behind their lines, and scratched their beards. Both saw stretched lines of men, horses, crosses and flags, and both saw the potential in the opposing armies.

To both, the League of Arras was expected to drive the offensive. Eric de Sens looked at his own troops. His orders were simple. He had to take his well-equipped yet outnumbered army, and inflict as much damage as possible to the Union’s army. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt that time was of the essence, hence why they decided to try to lift the siege before winter.

Karl, on the other hand, tried to remember these late night discussions about tactics and armies Eric and he both had so many times before. What would Eric do… ”When you hit someone in the face, you do it either with your left hand or your right hand… never with your forehead, never with both hands. That way, you keep your other hand can defend, and your head remains clear of any harm….”. Eric was a flanker, bent on defence. He wouldn’t counterattack. He would wait, he would keep at least one solid flank, and in the last moments of the battle, if his other flank would fail to inflict enough damage, the solid flank would seem impenetrable to the tired opposing army.

I must test his defence… but which is his stronger flank he wondered.

Karl wished the Pomeranians had made it in time for the attack. He didn’t trust them, but they didn’t have the luxury of not obeying him when he, himself, had been appointed at the commander in chief of the Queen’s armies. He could have sent the Pomeranian in the first wave of attack. He smiled, thinking of these elite men, being sacrificed in a first wave, without remorse. They weren’t HIS soldiers, after all…

He stood on a small hill covered with a few trees, with his army near him. Further ahead, the army of Savoie were waiting patiently. The captains leading that army were well trained in matters of tactics, but this didn’t make up for tired troops, and poor equipment.

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His right flank was thus very strong compared to the centre and left flank. The reason for that was in the middle of the Union’s lines….

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Anne de Savoie, his queen, had insisted to be in the centre that day, breaking many contingencies and movements that had been discussed the night before. Thus, now, he had to improvise, somewhat. She had come this morning, right before the League’s men began to get in order, and had requested to be flanked, on left, by the army of Savoie and Alsace, and on her right, by the army of France.

This made no sense. The Levée du Juras was just that… a levée. A rag-tag assembly of poor men and serfs, raised at the last minute by a desperate lord. It should have been on one of the flank, perhaps protected by the armée de Savoie. But surely not in the center. And that left the French on the left flank…

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There was no doubt in Karl’s mind that the French would be excellent flanking troops. So many cavalry units imposed that. But if their own flank was not strong enough, they would fall to pikemen… Loosing such troops in a first assault would be disastrous. Thus, though quite good for flanking, the French troops would have to stay alongside the Levée du Juras, and wait for the foot soldiers to break the pikemen lines, if any, in order to finish the job. Not the most magnificent use of elite cavalry in the history of warfare.

On his side, Eric had to wait. He had assembled his army to meet the different group ahead. On his own left flank, the weakest units of the Levée de Nevers were assembled. The men were ill trained, and composed mostly of peasants and some light cavalries.

In the center, Charles de Nevers, Grand Duke of Burgundy, had received fresh troops from his main armies in Champagne. This more professional army had more than 400 English Longbowmen Mercenaries. As he saw the golden Fleur de Lys banner on the other side of the battlefield, he couldn’t help but smile at the twisted irony of pitting, once again, English Longbowmen against French Cavalry.

Finally, the real surprise resided in the right flank, behind which he would command his troops. These men, all mercenaries funded by d’Artois, were elite Swiss Pikemen, as well as the best bowmen from all over continental Europe. The pikemen, in the purely Swiss tradition, were forming a wedged box, which could move easily to counter any flanking manoeuvre. If the enemy would come with horsemen, the pikemen would stop them. If they came with footsoldiers, they’d get volleys of arrows from a good distance.

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Karl smiled when he saw Roxanne, the daughter of Anne de Savoie, from her previous marriage with the late Antonio duke of Piemonte. The young girl was present with him ever since he received her in Strassbourg, fleeing from the League’s troops with the sons of Pierre d’Amboise. Unlike her brothers and sisters, she had decided to stay with Karl during the campaign to Dijon. She was now 9, almost 10 years old, had seemed to develop a certain perception of war and battles in general. Karl grabbed the young lady by the waist, and sat her on his horse with him. He took off his chain mail gloves, and watched to the horizon. Both stayed silent for a while, and then Roxanne said ”There will be death.”

Karl didn’t answer right away. The priest had not finished their benedictions, so the battlefield was quiet. He looked at the banners, and Roxanne squinted, looking at the other side of the battlefield.

”This man has many bloods in him” referring to the complex coat of arms of Charles de Nevers. ”Yes, many bloods…” Karl answered, almost automatically. ”When you mix bloods too much, you get wars…” she trailed off. Karl completed the logic. ”… and only with the spilling of more blood do you get peace.”

Roxanne turned to look at Karl and smiled. Karl couldn’t help but feel that the reason the young girl was here was because she liked death, in some way. Not that she desired it for herself, but perhaps as children who like to see great fires destroy a house, she was mystified by men dying in front of her. After a small skirmish earlier that summer, she stayed after the battle for hours, looking for me who lay on the battlefield, almost dead. She would wake them up, and watch them die. ”They always look distressed, and when they see me, they smile, for one last time.”

”You know mother will give your trouble… I saw her… she was on a horse.” she said. ”Leading a charge?” Karl asked.

Roxanne turned around again, and laughed shyly. ”No… you’re being silly again. No, she was on a horse, with her captains. She was giving orders.”

As Karl began to think about what that meant, he heard horses moving at a distance. ”There she goes…” Roxanne said, squinting again to see the Levée du Juras moving.

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”Oh dear God, your mother will make me mad!” Karl said to Roxanne. He turned to one of his captain. ”Announce the charge, raise the banner of Savoie, and have my armies and the Savoyard advance in ranks against…” he tried to figure Anna’s move, in order to help her in whatever initiative she had taken herself. ”… humm… against their right flank… against D’Artois. But don’t attack yet. Just make them understand that if they break that tight formation there, they’re dead…”

And so Anna, for a reason only known to her, pushed forward, bringing the center toward the right French troops, and then pushing together against the weak left flank of the League of Arras, composed of the army of Savoie. The push was disorganized, as cavalry was hindered by the slow moving Juras peasants. But the French cavalry, used to these unfortunate situations, made the best they could, and were able to free themselves and take speed in order to break the Nivernois peasants coming at them.

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For both sides, the shock was unexpected. On the Nivernois side, the French cavalry butchered the peasants without hesitation or remorse. The lack of supporting pikemen allowed the French to get the best shock effect against the opposing troops. Unfortunately, once, the shock was gone, the peasants quickly began to overwhelm the cavalry units. The immobilized French cavalry wave was soon rejoined by the light Jura cavalry, and then the Juras foot soldiers. All three groups lost many men to this first assault, and at the end, the French had to retreat and regroup. But their job was done… the Nivernois Levée was in complete retreat.

Meanwhile, on the other flank, the lines of Savoie and Alsace were getting in place. There, speed would be useless. A few cavalry units tried to flank the Compagnie d’Artois, and were met with endless rows of pikemen and a rain of arrows. When both Union’s army were in formation, Karl ordered to hold positions, and wait for the outcome of the centre battle, pitting the Levée du Juras against the Armée de Nevers.

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The Levée du Juras, in the centre, shortly after defeating the Nivernois flank, lost the momentum in trying to outflank the centre position of the Armée de Nevers. The English Longbowmen, protected by a good line of Italian pikemen, were making the advance difficult for the Juras troops. At one point, Roxanne and Karl both saw that the flag of Juras fell, and Roxanne whispered ”Mother…”

Karl was also distressed by the pressures on the centre field. ”Are we still out of range of the bowmen in front of us?” he asked one of his captains. ”Yes sir, and we have scouts in the forest over there looking for the flags being raised. We will receive a signal if the Compagnie d’Artois decide to put their archer forward.”

Karl thought silently for a few seconds, and then ordered. ”Assist the Levée de Juras… their archers seem exposed on their left. Bring a few groups of foot knights and push them back. Then close the trap on the front line troops.

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Eric, from a distance, didn’t seem too distressed about the loss of his flank, and actually seemed quite please at the level of damage these poorly trained units had caused. ”Order a charge from the Nevers Cavalries. I want them to push back the Alsacians trying to get our archers. The more we kill of them without touching the Compagnie d’Artois, the more chance we’ll have to wear them down in the end with the tight pikemen formations we have here.”

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Both men, again, had to face the reality of this battle. The Levée du Juras was decimated, but in the end, the English Longbowmen had to retreat. A few cavalry units from the Armée de Nevers survived, but the French Cavalry who had engaged a second charge easily crushed them.

Karl closed his eyes, and held his hands together as if praying. Roxanne, hearing his murmuring a prayer, said ”There will be a time for prayer, now is the time to wager these men’s life away.”

Karl nodded and turned to his captain. ”We can’t wait for the centre troops to come back. Announce the advance against the front of the Compagnie d’Artois.

And so the lines of Alsace and Savoie began to move slowly against the small virtual fortress Eric de Sens had created with his pikemen.

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The arrows kept falling on the advancing Alsace troops, and at one point, Karl feared all his men would retreat. But they kept moving forward, as if the only thing on these men’s mind was the final objective of passing through these lines.

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As the first line of pikemen was reached by the Alsace and Savoy footsoldiers, attempts to overrun them through the flanks were met, and Karl lost more precious cavalry. As Eric expected, Karl would have to grind down each and every layer of pikemen present, under the heavy rain of arrows.

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As Eric observed his lines holding, he was satisfied at the result, and learned much from the experience. As he thought how to apply this tactic to other situation, a man rode to him. ”Sire! A message from the King. His observers think that you have inflicted enough damage to the troops of the Union. Please route the remaining troops back to Dijon.”

Eric agreed, seeing how the remaining French cavalry, and some Juras units were now also pushing against his lines.

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As the men of the League of Arras left the battlefield, few soldiers cheered. And for a reason, few men were left. Karl was left with a bitter taste. ”Damn witch… we’ve lost that one because of you” he whispered. Roxanne hit him on the chain mail on his chest, and ran to the battlefield, trying to find what happened to her mother.


In medieval terms, the one who controls the battlefield for three days in a row is declared the winner of the battle. On this occasion, the dead won, as both armies lost too many men to consider it to be a victory for either side.

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Anna listened to Charles de Wittelsbach yelling with her eyes shut. His angry and frustrated lecture was going on since half-an-hour already, and she saw no sign of an end coming soon. On the contrary, de Wittelsbach seemed to be but firing himself with enthusiasm into greater and greater fury. In the beginning she’d been trying to chime in, to say that no, no, no, no, she had ordered no charge, she couldn’t have done that even if she had wanted to, she’d been preoccupied with remaining saddle-fast…

…and it wasn’t an easy task at all. Side-saddles aren’t designed to be used in battles. Especially not when one finds herself in the middle of a cavalry charge, started by no one but the French hunger for glory… Oh, well, that insatiable hunger for glory that drives men crazy…

Feeling ill and tired, she opened her unmerry eyes to look at him: the Duke of Alsace was banging the table, her calmness just fueled his anger. He called her a harlot, and right now he was citing Thukydides. As if she would care. She didn’t know who this Thukydides was, but she was sure not even that man of such an odd name could have held that charge back… And then how could a lonely and lost queenlet do it?

Anna of the Greif closed her eyes again as she remembered the insane swirl of horses, men, shouts, steel and screams that dragged her along toward the enemy, and it was out of sheer luck that she had not fallen off the horse then. She had fallen off the horse only later, when the horse was slain.

She still felt dizzy, nauseous. The concussion, the physician said, the concusison of the spine. She had quickly slipped off the saddle when she realized that otherwise she would fall along with the horse, and she had arrived on the ground in a very awkward way: the chirurgeron said the bone was intact, but it was hurting terribly nonetheless, what more, it had swollen…

That had been one frightening moment, she remembered, when she’d been there, fallen on her knees, there on the bloodstained ground, with all those fighting around, directly in the danger of being trampled down. And I failed, she thought, making an annoyed grimace, I failed even to die. For she’d been saved, while she hadn’t really wanted to be saved, she’d been saved by the knight with the blank shield.

The knight with the blank shield. Anna had no doubt about his identity. Who else would ride to this battle without coat of arms? And anyway, who else would care about her fate? Feeling sick in the stomach, Anna thought of her not-really-mysterious rescuer with little gratitude. Thinking of it, she could very well understand de Wittelsbach. She was feeling the same defeat.

And now, she pondered, there they were, at the mercy of the pretty bitch… No, they weren’t. She still had the Piedmontese and the Neapolitans coming, plus the Band of the Hawk. Foreigners? Oh, well, she’d been accused of leading an army composed only of foreigners when her army was Burgundian indeed, so it really should make no difference. The red-haired pretender would not be able to withstand another assault.

Paying no attention to the Wittelsbacher’s fits of rage, Anna decided that she’d allow the enemy to withdraw from the city. Safe passage to the north. Well, they’d probably bring the treasury along with them, they’d probably bring all the money they can find… robbing the city… But then, she could see no other way. And anyway, the withdrawing League would run into either d’Hallot’s Bohemians (how were they doing?) or the Frenchmen (where were they?) or the Band of the Hawk (again, where were they?).

Anna sighed, and opened her eyes. “If you’re finished,” she said to de Wittelsbach, her voice faint and husky, “then get me messenger. We’ll let them march away.”
 

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They shared more than just a common name. The Tour Philippe le Bon, and Philippe du Berry also shared a similar fate, being enclosed within these immense walls surrounding the city, overlooking the river and forests on one side, and the armies on the other. Their fate were linked to these walls.

The loss of D’Artois, he still couldn’t explain. D’Artois was supposed to judge Éléanore, he was supposed to be there. And then no words again. And a few weeks ago, d’Artois’s ring was found in a river in southern France, along with an unrecognizable body. Philippe had to face the worst. And yet, in this bad news came half of d’Artois’ money in heritage. The other half, as well as the lands, was divided amongst his two sons.

D’Artois was a fatherly figure for Philippe. D’Artois’ father, who had died in the battle of Artois at the end of the civil war, had left him with almost no lands, but a good amount of money, in one of his estate in Italy, where he was destined to exile. There, Jean d’Artois had raised Philippe du Berry with his wife, as if he was his own child. The mansion was near Pisa, and they lived there until Philippe reached the age of 12. At that time, a Cardinal, no less, gave them a visit. This Cardinal, long time servant of Marie du Berry, saw in Philippe an incredible political weapon for the rightful line to come back to the throne of Lotharingia. The Cardinal began to give Philippe a good education in Rome, where the Cardinal stayed most of the times. When Charles de Nevers approached Jean d’Artois about the possibility to control the Directoire, and regain his family lands, Jean d’Artois was obviously interested, and was glad to have kept Philippe du Berry by his side.

The Cardinal had broken the news to Philippe a long time before. He was the legitimate heir to the throne of Lotharingia. At first, Philippe refused to believe it. He was sure that he was the son of Jean d’Artois, and often labelled himself Philippe d’Artois. With time, however, Philippe had learned to accept this reality, and to embrace it even. He wore his real family name, and discussed, from times to times, with the Cardinal, what was going on in Lotharingia, for the Cardinal had informers apparently everywhere.

When Jean d’Artois and Charles de Nevers approached the Cardinal and Philippe du Berry in order to reclaim the throne through the Directoire, the Cardinal refused. ”Philippe is not ready for this… time and patience, my friends…”. Some time passed, until the day the Cardinal learned that Pommeranian blood would be sitting on the throne of Lotharingia. He already had a problem with Louis de Montpensier, but this was now an affront to the memory of Marie du Berry.

”It is not a matter of knowing if he is ready anymore, it’s a matter of understanding the corruption in these lands my Duchesse has worked so hard to gain, and I will not let the blood of the Berry being diluted in some barbaric Pommeranian blood of poor origins.” the Cardinal had said.

And the rest was history at that point. They had travelled through systematically all the mercenaries guilds of Italy and Germany, and even France, bought an extraordinary army, reclaimed the north of Lotharingia, pushed Louis de Montpensier out of the way… and here he was today, an object of claim, and piece of a complex chess board, that had, a few weeks ago, been cleared on many of its pawns. And being the king, he could only escape, and try to hide, somehow.

De Nevers joined Philippe at the top of the tower. ”My Lord…” Philippe didn’t move. De Never, after hearing of d’Artois’ death, had been very nervous. They still had the money to continue the war, but the resistance they met in the north was beginning to hurt them badly, and prevented from sending much reinforcements. But, there were still troops on the way, and whichever army would arrive here first would simply win the race.

”My Lord… some news. La Grifonne still asks for us to leave the city. She offers us safe passage, if we surrender Dijon.”

Philippe turned around, annoyed. ”To where? To where? Can you tell me? You want me to get to Nevers? You already know what’s there. You want me to go to the North? Go back to Bruxelle?” He waved his hands in there air. ”Yes, I’d rather be in Bruxelle right now. It’s better there, and they have more food. But we’re not in Bruxelle. This war was fought a few days ago, in front of us, and we did the best we could with the circumstances. The DAMN circumstances.”

De Nevers looked over the wall. ”They seem… they seem to have rallied some of their soldiers… As we did, yes. As we did… we perhaps got more… perhaps if we struck again.”

”With what? Please, do tell me, I’d like to know. We have nothing right now. The rest of your armies should be here by now. WHERE ARE THEY?”

De Nevers tried to remember the latest news he had gotten.

”Well, part have entered Strassbourg, as it has surrendered, and we have a few hundred men in St-Claude besieging the city. Of course… we didn’t expect La Grifonne and her armies to be in Dijon, so that was…”

”Pointless, yes, go on…” Philippe said, fixing the battlefield.

”Yes… and well… Rheims still gives us trouble…”

D’Hallot and some Bohemians mercenaries had struck a good victory in the north, with an alliance from the men of Rethel. Rheims was not technically theirs yet, but the goal was to disturbed the lines of supplies.

”But, all the men from Champagne are being asked to come to Dijon.”

Philippe smirked. ”Yes, asked. Did you say “please” when you asked?”. He shook his head. ”You know, I’m supposed to be the king, here.” and he rubbed his eyes. ”I’m sorry, my friend… I guess we’re all struggling here. Them. Us, you… all of them, all of us.”.

He sat down, on the floor. ”Keep me posted on the situation of your troops…”. De Nevers bowed, and went down the stairs.

In Philippe’s mind, there was a battle. One part wanted to abandon all of it. There were almost no reserves in the granaries anywhere. This winter would be hell enough without having to feed complete armies. And this was all for wearing a piece of metal on his head and having to bear a title. Winter was coming; he could feel it, sitting alone there. A scent of freshly baked bread made him remember his years in Pisa and how there, he never seemed to worry about much. And yet, another part of his mind wanted to keep at it. There was something beautiful in war, he thought, where men gave the most precious thing they had, their life, in order to do his will.

”In my name, they can slaughter, for my name they will die.” he thought again.

He dozed off for what seemed a minute, but in reality was an hour. When he woke up, he felt the heath of someone else sitting right next to him.

”So many things happened on this tower” she said, in a soft voice. ”And yet, when I think back to what happen, I keep on remembering what didn’t happen…” she added.

”So the reports were true, sister. “ Philippe said.

”I guess they were.” Éléanore confirmed.

”How many?” he asked.

”Does it really matter, brother?” she asked back.

”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything… for all of this…” he added, staying immobile.

De Nevers ran up the stairs and appeared at the top of the tower. Catching his breath, he announced. ”My Lord! The Armée d’Auvergne is upon us. The reports were…” and he stopped, seeing Éléanore du Berry sitting right next to Philippe.

”I see. I guess your Majesty already knows.” De Nevers guessed.

”Thank you De Nevers. That will be all.”

As he left, Philippe stayed silent for a while, and then broke the silence. ”That Directoire… they’re at your feet…” he said.

Éléanore smiled. ”They’re not. There are not one’s feet. They’re the most privileged lords of Christianity. They are protected, yet are free to do all that they want. The key is finding the weakest king or queen, and they’re off to rule for a few decades on their own. They did it with Father, they did it with Myriam, they did it with me… and they’re ready to do it again with me. There’s a few who don’t care…”

Philippe, remained deep in thoughts, but dared a few words. ”How did you convince Châteaupers? How did you get his troops?

”Châteaupers is getting older. He held me when I was injured at my coronation, my blood touched his hands many times. And yet, when I arrived in Clermont, his troops were already on the move toward Dijon… he seems to support Anna… just support Anna. There’s no motives… he even offered me Auvergne back if I wanted, as long as I’d support Anna myself. He has no child, no heirs… no lines. “

”So, how many men does Châteaupers have?”

”I estimate the numbers at five thousands. And the bombards from St-Claude are arriving as well, as I heard.” she answered.

”So the walls won’t stand for long. I guess I know what I have to do… if only…”

”… if only you wouldn’t have to flee in disgrace?” she asked.

”… if only many things would have happened. If only it would have worked, Éléanore. You, me, and the rest, all of it. The armies in Champagne, D’Artois, de Nevers, all of them. If only Anna was dead, and her damn child simply frozen somewhere in the Alps… If only all of it, and more…”

”Take Anna’s offer and leave Dijon, brother. Just leave it. We’ll figure out the rest afterward. I don’t know how, but we’ll find a way. Just put the war on hold for a few moment. And wait for our signal. The time for war is perhaps ended, and the time for talking has been long overdue.”

Philippe nodded, and both stayed on the tower for a few hours, talking about many things, none related to the past two years.
 

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Dijon late 1454

The army had marched for quite a long time now, and many of the soldiers was very bored for the constant marching and training, and not seeing any real action. They had fought against some small band of thieves and rebels on their way, but nothing worthy of any French army. But now they all knew that they had Dijon ahead, and the soldier’s temptations had raised very much the last couple of days, maybe they would soon see battle.
As the soldiers got closer and closer to the city the scenes of war, and battle got clearer and clearer. Dead and wounded men around, destroyed trees, burned out grass, houses in ruins, it became more and more clear that they had at end entered the real battle zone.

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Halting the main forces, Louis mounts his horse and rides forward with his chevaliers to take an overview of the area from a small village and a hill ahead. Knowing that Dijon was just on the other side, the French chevalier force was strong and Louis wasn’t expecting any trouble, and should they encounter any trouble they would be enough men to hold any enemies back until the main force arrived.
Ordering the chevaliers to ride out the King personally leads the men forward.

Crossing the area ahead they stand on the hill overlooking the fields outside of Dijon, now for the first time it became clear to them what had happened. A giant battle must have been fought on this place. The banner of France flying over the hill, Louis sits there just looking, and then after some time he becomes aware of a group of riders coming against them. Watching the riders as they approach Louis soon recognises the banner of the Duke of Orleans. He feels a great relief inside when he understand that Jean is still alive.

When the riders arrive at with the King and his men, Louis dismount, and so do all the men, and he walks towards Jean smiling.

”Your Majesty, dear nephew I am so glad to see you!”

“Not as glad as I am to see you dear uncle! I have been afraid that you might have fallen, but then today when I saw your banner I felt a great relief.
So tell me what happened here? A great battle it seems.”

”Yes, Your Majesty. I will tell you all about it, when we ride, but now I am sure Queen Anna would feel a little neglected if we don’t see her. She is a woman with great feelings and temper the Queen.”

“He he I am sure about it, remembering all I have heard about her. Very well send word to the army to march forward, it seems we are among friends here, but I suspect Dijon is still under siege, so no one really won the battle then?”

”That is correct…

As the chevaliers ride forward towards the army camp, and the Duke talks to the King about all that has happened, the main force of the French army crosses the ridge and starts to march towards the army around the city.

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Entering the camp with a group of the chevaliers and the Duke and his men, leaving the rest of the men behind to start constructing camp, Louis enters the main camp with the banners flying and the trumpets signalling his arrival. Halting in front of the main tent, the men dismount and one of them approaches the guards.

“His Majesty, Louis eleventh of the name, King of France has arrived with the army of France to see Her Majesty Queen Anna. His Majesty would like to see her Majesty as soon as possible if Her Majesty will be willing to accept His Majesty!”
 

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Finally, after some time passed since the meeting in Gelre, the fruit of that meeting became official. Without much doubt the events of the certain night in Dijon in 1453 and the subsequent uprising against the ruling family brought much controversy and disarray among the noble houses of Europe. The murder of king Louis scared the royal families that something similar might happen in their fiefs as well, the sacred lineages falling to lesser nobles machinations and plots. House of Gryphon, being related to king Louis and queen Anna channeled the fears and reservations of the European nobility and rallied the support for queen Anna that Europe has never witnessed before. What was more important, foreign diplomatic pressure was shortly followed by supplies and soldiers marching to Burgundy from all over Germany, Gaul and Italy.

With these armies coming to help in preserving the lineage of king Louis du Berry, many agents and herolds arrived in rebel held territory as well. They were spreading the news about the armies coming to punish the king-slayers and oathbreakers, soon the exact wording of “The Proclamation of Zupthen” was well known in every single Burgundian town, burg or fortress.


Proclamation of Zutphen



We, the undersigned proclaim the following.

That we greatly despise the regicides and rebels who rose against their most rightful King and Queen, acting against their will and the will of Almighty God who put the Royalty on the throne to take care of his sheep. Truly there is no excuse for those who act against the will of their God.

That we hold in highest disregard those who provoked this shameful act and will never let them into our lands, and should they tresspass our lands they shall be hunted down as the worst criminals and eventually find their death through humiliation and strangulation.

That we support the only and true Queen and Duchesse, that is Marie II du Berry, daughter of the late King Louis du Berry and Queen Anna du Griffon.

That we call upon all nobles, burghers and peasants of Lotharingia who foolishly followed the regicides or were fooled by them, to renounce any ties to them, if they have any, with the devilish imposter and murderer styling himself as Philippe du Berry. Should you not do so, not only hellfire awaits you in the miserable afterlife, but also your lands will be treated with fire and sword, until such time comes that the rightful Queen shall be restored to her throne. Those who hesitated before, raise your arms against the usurper and beg your rightful Queen for forgiveness. Those how will do so shall undoubtedly meet their rewards both in the mundane and after lives.

Signed on this 28th day of February in the Year of Our Lord MCDLIV in Zutphen, on the Saints Romanus and Lupicinus day, God Almighty be our witness.​


[x] Casmir VI von der Greif, King of Sweden, Duke of Pommerania and Fürst of the House of the Greif, Duke of Braunschweig-Lüneburg, Grubenhagen and Wolfenbüttel, Duke of Poznan, Margrave of Danzig, Prince-Protector of Sweden, Overlord of Ingermanland, Kexholm, Memel and Gotland, Master of the Imperial Hunt and Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Louis XI, Roi de France, par la Grâce de Dieu Roi, Comte de Paris et du Val de Beck, Seigneur d’Asti, Chevalier de la Jarretière.
[x] Rene d’Anjou, King of Naples, Duke of Anjou, Bar, Lorraine, Count of Provence, Marshal of France.
[x] Johann IV Hohenzollern, Duke of Brandenburg, Fürst of the House of Hohenzollern, Margrave of Ansbach, Burgrave of Nürnberg, Prince of Bayreuth, Prince-Elector of the Holy Roman Empire, Arch-Chamberlain of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Joao II Duarte, King of Portugal, Lord of Africa.
[x] Johann III, Duke of Bremen, Prussia and Braunschweig-Göttingen, Chairman of the Hansa Trade Union, Richter von Gross Germania, Imperial High Treasurer, Count of Boulon-Rhuen.
[x] Elisabeth, Regent and Dowager Duchesse of Bavaria in the name of her son Ulrich I von Wittelsbach, Herzog von Ober-Bayern-München, Graf von Ansbach, Graf von Nuremberg, Lord of Munich, Lord of Sulzbach, Lord of Salzburg.
[x] Jan van Egmond, Duke of Gelre, Count of Zutphen and lord of Egmond, Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Ulrich II von Cilli, Duke of Carinthia, Margrave of Carniola, Margrave of Slovenia and
Slovenian Lord, Princely Count of Celje, Ortenburg, Sternberg, Ban of Croatia and Slavonia. Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
 
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“His Majesty, Louis eleventh of the name, King of France has arrived with the army of France to see Her Majesty Queen Anna. His Majesty would like to see her Majesty as soon as possible if Her Majesty will be willing to accept His Majesty!”


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Votre Majesté, mon cousin, your presence we do find most honouring,” Queen Dowager Anne greeted the King of France in her accented Burgundian French. She received the King Louis XI in front of her pavilion, awaiting him there. For the greater effect, she held her daughter in her arms, even though the baby-Queen was already two and a half years old, she was quite heavy and too large to be carried for a long time. The Queen Marie of Lotharingia was sleeping peacefully in her mother’s hug, resting her head on Anna’s shoulder, sucking her thumb with calm joy. Anna did not look a woman of temper at all now, her face was pale and weary, there were thick, dark shadows under her eyes; her mien was stern, her ice-blue eyes mirrored exhaustion. She was noticably limping.

“We would like to introduce Your Majesty to your young niece, the Queen Marie de Bourbon-Berry,” she said with a thin smile, and courtseyed. “Also, we wish to apologize for the sorry quality of the shelters we can provide. But what we are able to provide, we provide to Your Majesty with all the love in our heart.” In spite of her sweet words, her tone was icy. “And now… if Your Majesty wishes so, we might as well retire to our pavilion, so that we could discuss undisturbed… We have much to talk about, I believe,” she added in a much less formal tone, “including the gratitude of ours for Your Majesty’s generousity in the hour of need, as well as our daughter’s claims on the Duchy of Montpellier… and suchlike.”

She smiled at him again. She wanted it to be a warm smile; in reality it conveyed just deep sadness and a desperation not any less deep.
 
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He is weighing your offer,” Antoine de Croÿ said, avoiding her question.

“Good,” Anna nodded, “and I’ll let him weigh it till the Doomsday.”

“Hence you uphold your offer of allowing the free and honourable withdrawal?” he said, questioning.

Ah, yes, Anna thought, this is de Croÿ. No “milady”, no “Majesty”, no false flourish, simply “you”. Antoine de Croÿ, Seigneur of Croÿ and Count of Beaumont, Justiciar of the Order of the Golden Fleece, this old gentleman was simple and broad, and was elegant in it.

“Of course I do,” she said. “Speaking of which, how is the siege going? Is it felt in the city?”

“Not really,” de Croÿ replied. “I suppose they have an exit our men do not know about. I will look into the matter.”

She smiled. Count Antoine de Croÿ was something of an unofficial mediator between Philippe and her. “I am serving the rightful Ruler of Lotharingia, and the rightful Ruler of Lotharingia only,” he had announced in Dijon, before the leaders of the Union of Arras. But then, he never did actually specify who he considered the rightful Ruler of Lotharingia, and now it seemed he was amongst the very few who were loyal to the widow and orphan of their murdered overlord. Anna often wondered whether de Croÿ was playing some weird kind of double-dealing… but so far she had no reasons to question his loyalty, and it was more than what she could tell about practically any other follower of hers.

“Do so,” Anna nodded her assent absent-mindedly, musing about the siege.

The siege of Dijon was a relaxed one. Anna had not the intention of ruining her daughter’s capital, neither she wanted to see her daughter’s subjects slaughtered. Besides, it was late in the autumn, the winter was coming on: that, and the terrible losses on both sides effectively put the war on halt, and made the siege scarcely anything more than making sure that no food would arrive in Dijon. Her brow darkened as she thought of it, of the starving, of the dead. Henryk would have probably said that war is always like that. But then, he could talk like this easily: the people dying weren’t his people, it was not him to be responsible for their fate…

Do Croÿ cleared his throat. He seemed somewhat irresolute, and this suprised her.

“Yes?” she urged him.

“Well… though I cannot be sure…”

“Yes?”

“Well, I have a feeling the pretender Philippe would not be against some kind of negotiations…”

Suddenly enraged, she clapped her hands. “And what the hell could we negotiate about?” she exclaimed.

He glanced aside. “The terms of peace, maybe?”

“What terms?!” furious, she yelled at him. “By Christ, Count, that man murdered my husband, and wants to rob my daughter of her crown. I, however, want to avenge my husband, and want to preserve my daughter’s crown. Tell me, Count, do you see some kind of a middle-of-the-road solution that would satisfy both parties? By Jesus Christ… what do you take me for?!” She stared at him with unconcealed enmity, her mouth a tight line. And her heart sank as yet again she had to realize that she had no support, that she had no friends, that she had no allies in her fight. Charles de Wittelsbach was fiercely loyal to Charles de Wittelsbach and no-one else. Amédée de Savoie was Éléanore’s dog. And even Phoebus de Châteaupers, the good old Phoebus who had saved her now for the second time, even Phoebus would betray her and her daughter without hesitation if the pretty bitch asked him to---

And now even de Croÿ betrayed her. Terms of peace! All of them were but screeching old woman, getting panicked each time the things started going a bit worse than expected. “Perhaps it would be advisable to turn to the tracta…” -- horseshit! But then, sometimes she could not blame them. Growing bitter, sometimes she felt she was going queer, since no matter what she tried, she always seemd to run into a stone wall, while the pretty bitch Éléanore, who seemed to be present everywhere, she could do---

Anna shook her head in despair. “You may leave now,” she barked. Without a word, the Count stood up, and as he started to leave, the Queen Dowager bitterly awoke to that maybe she had just lost another friend. She didn’t speak, though, she resisted the temptation to call him back---

“Do Croÿ!” she called out loud, as she suddenly remembered that very important task she had always wanted, but always forgotten, to ask him to do. He stopped in the doorway, glancing back at her above his shoulder. “Find out what happened with the corpse of my husband.”


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In October, 1454, Queen Dowager Anna of the Greif relocated her headquarters to Argilly, and it was right what she needed. Two days of leisurely riding to the south of Dijon, the village of Argilly was untouched by the civil war, Argilly was peaceful and calm. To Anna, it seemed so improbable that such an idyll could exist only some twenty miles away from the battlefield of Dijon.

Argilly. In the castle, once residence of the Dukes of Burgundy, she could calm down, she could regain her cool, she could at least partly get out from the marsh of insanity she’d been sinking into very rapidly.

She came to Argilly with an escort of three hundred of her soldiers, most of them wounded, leaving the siege to the fresh armies of France and Auvergne. The rest of the Army of Alsace and the remnants of the Levée de Jura she sheltered in the surrounding towns. Not wanting to lose the cautious loyalty of the locals, she paid for the shelters and food with various liberties and privileges, and also with gold if she had to. The gold came partly from her foreign allies, partly from the coffers of the Order of the Golden Fleece -- Antoine de Croÿ was an invaluable supporter. She confiscated as little as she could. Parts of her armies she commanded to go south, to eliminate the rebel resistance at her back, and also to restrain some robber barons who already tried to make use of the troubles. She also tried to secure the borders of the territories her faction controlled. In general, even though she launched some attacks of cavalry in Lorraine to confuse the enemy, she was but preparing to the winter. With snow falling as early as on the first of October, the winter promised to be not any less harsh than the previous one.

In Argilly, Anna could concentrate a little more on the foreign politics as well. She recieved the news of the Gelran attack on the islands in the Waldenzee: she had never heard of these islands before, but this did not make her any less furious. Anna did not know, but did suspect, what the Duklet Jean d’Egmont was up to, and she wasn’t overly happy about it. She already knew what countermeasures she would take, though. Anna also contacted her Piedmontese governor, the Marquis Louis de Saluces, giving her detailed instructions for the first time since her calamity had begun -- needless to say, he hated it.

But above everything else, she was dealing with her domestic policies. It was obvious that the nobles were growing tired of the war: after all, this war was fought on their lands, and it was slowly beginning to cost them a lot more than expected, it was beginning to cost more than what it could yield. Her lieutenants kept suggesting her to start negotiations, or at least to convoke a meeting of the Directoire, so that the Lords could choose their sovereign. But Anna Gryphon was no fool, she knew she would have no chance in such a battle of intrigues. Even though her only home was Lotharingia now, she was still “the foreign woman” for the Lords, widow of an unpopular King. What more, they did not really know her: her husband hadn’t allowed her to meddle with politics. No, she did not have the support of the Directoire, and she knew it. She knew that even her own faction would secretly support Empress Éléanore.

She did not convoke a meeting of the Directoire. Instead, she called a meeting of the Estates-General.


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Anne, Queen Dowager of Lotharingia, on behalf of her très-chère & très-aimée daughter, Marie, of this name second, by the Grace of God hereditary Queen of Lotharingia & Duchess of Burgundy, Princess & Marquise of the Roman Empire, second Head and Sovereign of the Most Illustrious Order of the Golden Fleece: to her Archbishops, Bishops, Abbots, Dukes, Counts, Barons, Lords, Justiciaries, Foresters, Sheriffs, Governors, Castellans, Officers, to all the Bailiffs, to the Cities & Towns & to all of her faithful subjects of noble blood -- greetings.
It is indeed a most just law, established by the careful providence and wisdom of the ancient princes, that decisions and decrees that affect all, very evidently: by all should be approved. Hence also: common perils must be dealt with by common efforts.

We believe you all know sufficiently well the perils the Realm has found itself engulfed in: strife divides those attached to the Crown of Lothar, war ravages the countryside, a detestable war in which many noble and other men have died and will die. The tranquillity and prosperity of the Realm she enjoyed under the rule of the Holy Queen is no more.

Therefore, whereas We are, as per the natural law We mentioned above, unable to restore the aforementioned tranquillity and prosperity of the lands alone, We wish to have a consultation and meeting with the States of the Realm, and therefore, by the fidelity and love you are bound to the Crown of Lothar and the Realm of the Virgin Mary with, We command and require you to be present at the village of Argilly on the first day of March, in the upcoming spring, where, by public acclamation, Our daughter’s rule shall be, if it so pleases the Lord Almighty, confirmed by the States; and also, We wish to present the States with a Charter that would amend and improve the Realm by confirming and restoring the ancient liberties and rights of the bishops, the nobles, and other parts of the Realm.

We require, on the pain of a fine of ten golden Livres, all men of noble birth to come, as well as those women who are holding land in the Realm, either in their own rights, either for their sons; and We also require, on the pain of the same punishment, all prelates of the Realm to come, accompanied by their deans and archdeacons; and We also require, on the pain of the same punishment, two citizens from each city; and two burghers from each town, of those who are especially discreet and capable of labouring, to be elected and then be sent to Argilly; and We also do require all of Our officers and dignitaries, on the pain of losing their offices, to come. Those who are, either because of advanced age, severe illness, or unexpectedly hard matter, unable to come, shall send duly appointed, able representatives in their steads. In the spirit chivalry and honour, this Summon shall grant the right of safe passage to those fighting against Us.

Witness the Queen at Argilly.​
Given at Argilly, on the second day of October, in the Year of Our Savior MCDLIV, in the second year of Our daughter’s rule.



Anna R.​



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The notion of calling a meeting of the Estates-General was not new. According to the friar Jean-Pierre, secretary of Anna of the Greif, the idea first transpired back in January, in St-Claude. Originally Anna intended to hold the meeting in Dijon, out of obvious reasons; however, because of the failure to capture the capital, she had to choose another location.

She was relatively satisfied with Argilly, and here she threw herself into the work of actually organizing the meeting: she had to choose the field where there was room for those great many men to come; she had to gather the sufficient food; she had to find able aides who would help her presiding over the meeting. The first writs were sent out in the first week of October; the Lords of Directoire and the prelates received personal summons.

According the plans, the Diet of Argilly, the first ever meeting of an Estates-General ever held in Lotharingia, would start its first session on the first Sunday of March, 1455. It would be preceded by a ceremonial meeting of the Chapter of the Order of the Golden Fleece, as if to demonstrate that Anna’s faction had full control over that Order. It was widely rumoured that Anna had the intention of inducting Phoebus de Châteaupers, Antoine de Croÿ, and -- should he accept it -- the King of France in the Order.
 
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Louis smiled at the Queen, glad to at last meet her.

“Your Majesty, it is a great pleasure to meet you at last. And the young Queen is looking very beautiful, and I am sure she will one day grow up to a strong and wise lady.”

He bent down towards the girl, and smiled.

“Hey there little one, aren’t you a little beauty!”

“Oh and Your Majesty need not to worry about shelters, my army has brought with it tents and pavilions, and we have been on the way for some time so I am very much used to life in the field by now.”

Louis turned and watched for a moment over at where his army had started the construction of the camp, and in the middle a giant pavilion with the royal standards where being constructed.

“No need to worry Your Majesty, well if Your Majesty are ready I am ready, so shall we go inside?”

Louis turned to his men, giving a short order some of them mounted and rode towards the rest of the army, and the rest of them lined up standing guard outside the Queen’s pavilion, Louis gave a short sign the Duke of Orleans, and so the Duke bowed for both the Queen and the King giving his excuses and rode off. There was much work to be done, and troops to be posted on the different positions around the city taking over for wounded and battle tired troops of the Queen, after all this were a war and the city of Dijon was till under siege.
 
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While the King of France sent the the Duke of Orléans away, the Queen Dowager of Lotharingia handed over the baby-Queen to her nanny. Much to Anna’s relief, the Queen Marie did not wake up to start crying or to do something similarly improper. The girl’s first meeting with a fellow sovereign had gone reasonably well -- even though she had slept through it altogether.

“Well then, Monseigneur,” Anna began once Louis and her were seated in her pavilion, having a flask of wine at hand, “let’s get to the subject instead of having our time wasted with useless, albeit certainly much pleasant, flattery. Therefore, in the case my words will be lacking of decorum, please forgive me.” She took deep breath. “Firstly, I wish to thank Your Majesty for supporting the House de Bourbon-Berry and the legitimate heiress Marie in the hour need, in spite of the previous… quarells… with my lamented husband… and also with my lament father… Well, anyway, as I’ve written to Your Majesty earlier, our gratitude will not fail to come about… in a way or another. Amongst other things, I, as guardian of my daughter the Sovereign of the Order of the Golden Fleece, acknowledging Your Majesty’s great chivalry and exemplary sense of honour, I wish to invite Your Majesty into the said Order. Of course, a formal invitation will be sent… but I thought I’d ask Your Majesty beforehand, in order to avoid the scandal in the case Your Majesty would be unwilling to become a Knight of the Golden Fleece. Nonetheless, I heartily hope Your Majesty will accept this… ‘not bad reward for labour’.

“Now, as for Montpellier… My husband has bought the rights of holding the Duchy of Montpellier directly from the Crown of Aragon -- the monks of the Abbey of Morrimond may always certify this. Further, in a letter written to me Your Majesty has recognized and acknowledged that the Duchy of Montpellier used to be the part of the personal demesne of my lamented husband, used to be a fief not linked to the Crown of Lothar. I’m glad we don’t have a dispute over this. And as, according to my humble knowledge, the French laws and customs do allow a daughter to inherit if there are no male heirs, Marie de Bourbon-Berry is by all means the rightful heiress of the Duchy of Montpellier. And she would be that even if she, by some detestable twist of events, would not win the Crown of Lothar, which God forbid. However, we do accept and recognize the suzeranity of the French Crown over the County of Toulouse, as well as over all the area commonly called Languedoc; and as such, we do accept and recognize the French Crown’s suzeranity over the Duchy of Montpellier. And therefore I, on behalf of my daughter, herewith lay claim on the Duchy of Montpellier, wishing to recieve it from Your Majesty in fee, given to my daughter’s line under conditions similar to those set in the Lettre Patent of His Majesty King Jean II de France, the one in which he granted his son Philippe the Duchy of Burgundy. Accordingly, also on my daughter’s behalf, I wish to ask Your Majesty to make the Duchy of Montpellier a Peerage. As my daughter is most certainly a Princesse du Sang, this should not mean any problem.”

Losing the thread of her speech, Anna fell silent. She took a sip of wine to hide her momentary confusion, and as she drank, she kept measuring the King of France, a man one year younger than her, over the rim of her goblet: she wanted to be able to trust him so very badly. After all, this was not the first time to help her, there was also Alessandria… They were on the same side most of time. But then, she heavily suspected that even though the French knights were daring and bold, they would be blown far away from her by a mere sigh of Empress Éléanore.

Anna pulled an annoyed grimace as she thought of her sister-in-law. For even though it was bad enough in itself that she needed Éléanore, the really bad thing was Éléanore did not need her, neither her daughter.

“Umm… Well, now on more serious and pressing topics,” she continued awkwardly. “I have the intention of maintaining the siege of Dijon. And even though I have gotten the sufficient reinforcements from my loyal and well-beloved follower the Duke Phoebus of Auvergne, in order to get the city fully encircled, I would also need at least a part of Your Majesty’s army to join the siege. A point of importance here is that we do allow anyone to come out of the city, leastways if they come to my daughter to swear her fealty. Naturally, no-one is let in the city. But in the case the fraud who dishonours the sweet memory of the lamented Prince Philippe would decide to accept my offer of free withdrawal, we’ll let them march away. You see, those men in his army are in fact my daughter’s subjects,” she chatted, more relaxed, even smiling weakly. “As for other military targets… Well, I wish you arrived earlier. Now we have not much to do aside preparing to the winter, and…” She trailed off; her brow darkened and she began to suspect that the Frenchmen were late not by accident. Frenchmen… like dry leaves in the wind.

“I believe our marshals will be well able to discuss these matters,” Anna Gryphon said coldly.
 

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A second bull arrives bearing the heavy red seal of the Holy See, summoning all the bishops of Christendom to an ecumenical council in Monte Cassino. In both Greek and Latin it reads thus:

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"Pastores Grecum, Espicati Ecclesiae, et Socii Servi Dei,

"And the LORD called yet again, Samuel. And Samuel arose and went to Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me." Today my brothers, your Church calls you yet again to fulfill your vows and sit in a congress blessed by the wisdom of the Holy Ghost. Tarry no longer on worldly matters. Although, the cares of your homeland press against the confines of your mind and batter your spirit, remember the words of Our Lord, "But Jesus told him, 'Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.'" Without the salvation of Christ, all the world is condemned to the death of eternal separation from the Most High.

Failure a second time will result in just and proper penalties according to the forms and will be considered in the revisions of the Collegium Cardinales.

On the following topics, you are commanded to meditate during the journey to Monte Cassino where the Church now gathers to sit in council:

Primus - What steps must be taken now that victory has been won against the infidel Africans to bring the Word of God to the nascent Christian communities of Africa?

Secundus - What is the state of the Church in the many nations of Christendom?

Tertius - How may the Church of the West and the Church of the East be reunited in holy and sisterly communion as the true bride of Christ?

Quartus - What role should the Eastern Roman Empire, now de facto impotent, play in the new Kingdom of God? What should be done with the vacant Imperial mantle?

Quintus - What reforms necessitated by the new age we live in must be undertaken to renew the Church's mission of faith?

Sextus - What reforms must be made in the instruction of priests, in the discipline of the religious, in the education of the faithful?

Septimius - What should be done regarding the martial disputes of temporal powers? What can be done to prevent such disputes from arising?

After these seven questions have been addressed, the conclave will open to new business and general motions from the assembly. The Holy Father will conclude the conclave by confirming those worthy resolutions into the Canon of the Church.

Ad Maiorem Gloriam Dei, may this solemn bull be made the law on Earth as it is in Heaven, written in the Abbey of Monte Cassino a

Sanctissimus,
Pope Nicholas V, Vicar of Christ, Papa Universalis, Summus Pontifex, Pontifex Maximus, Servus Servorum Dei, Patriarch of the West, Primate of Italy, Metropolitan of the Roman Province, and Bishop of Rome"
 

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Les États Généraux du Royaume de Lotharingie

No one in Argilly really understood it. When, at first, Anna requested help for the Estates-Generals, the few lords in the surrounding had agreed to it. It was a courtesy, and beside, the hosts would now be on the map. From Beaulne to Citeaux, Nuitz to Malaise, small estates were offered, even inns were freed for the occasion.

Some of the high ranking nobles of the kingdom hoped that many would not come. Some wanted this in order to replenish the coffers of the kingdom, other simply to show Anna how foolish this meeting was.

Though Anna didn’t impress many in the Directoire, the royal tone of her letter impressed many low ranking nobles, as well as the general population of the cities. To them, the situation was quite complex, but Anna’s frequent communications, using the royal “We”, and writing as if she had been the queen for eternity, showed to the lower strata of the Lotharingian nobility that she was in command. And since Philippe du Berry, like his sister, weren’t too keen on communicating messages to the larger public, Anna came in as having won the war even before it really began, even if most of the cities in the kingdom were now controlled by the League of Arras.

And so they came, in much larger numbers than expected. The presence of the low ranking nobles, talking directly to the potential queen-mother of Lotharingia, made some counts and dukes quite nervous, and so they, in turn, also arrived in Argilly, only to be relocated temporarily further, in Beaulne.

One problem met by Anna in this event was to admit lords with contested claims. Philippe du Berry had replaced some families with others, and these members, some quite powerful even, were now requesting to be part of these Estates-Generals. Yet, the original families and their heirs were also present. In the end, both sides would be admitted, as the Union of Strassbourg couldn’t afford to alienate themselves with anyone. As Phoebus de Châteaupers had told Anna ”Just like a moving army, there will be some attrition… and then weeding out the usurpers will probably be easier than tackling everything at the same time.”

Éléanore received the news of the great assembly while dinning with her brother. She started to laugh, and figured that Anna wasn’t as crazy as she looked, and for a second, she admired her for doing this. Philippe didn’t have the power to do this anymore, as he was completely cut off from the rest of the world. In Dijon, the population was quiet. At night, from the river came some supplies, and the population of Dijon lived one day at the time, all praying to be either relieved or surrendering. During the day, the river banks were patrolled by the armies of Auvergne.

A few days before the estates began, guests that didn’t even live on Lotharingia began to arrive. A few members of the Church in Rome, and then some members of the French delegations, and from the Empire. Rumours had it that even some observers from England were present.
Éléanore appeared to the Estates, presenting her claims for some lands near the Pfalz-Alsace frontier. She was there as a countess, but was the favourite of many dukes. De Châteaupers managed the guards in charge of the security, and Karl de Wittelsbach was asked to provide constant support for any lords travelling in the region. D’Hallot was recalled from the siege of Rheims, and Amédée de Savoie began to petition some of the most influent lords to support Éléanore.

Many believed, after a few days of presence, that though the Éléanore clan was very strong politically, not many pro-Philippe or pro-Anna could be seen. Éléanore falsely tried to stay over all these negotiations, but was deeply involved with meeting some of the already-won members. Philippe du Berry, though not there, was represented by some of the Flemish counts and mayors, and rather than negotiating support, they were simply buying it. As for Anna, she lacked a good “behind the curtain” man, that could give her added support with the smaller lords who were all looking to gain new lands out of this.

The night before the first day of the Estates, in a rather civil celebration offered by Éléanore du Berry to all the “Higher Ranking Nobles of the Glorious Kingdom”, Amédée de Savoie discussed with some members of the pro-Anna faction, at a quiet table. Amongst them were some people closely related to Anna herself.

”So, your lordships, there is not mistaking it. We need to support Éléanore du Berry, not because she is a strong leader, but quite because of the opposite. We have seen Éléanore du Berry in her younger years, and she could be influenced easily. This allowed the Directoire to protect their rights as Higher Ranking Nobles of the Kingdom, while always having the Queen as scapegoat in case some of our projects would go wrong. We saw this with Louis de Montpensier as well, when he ran out of luck. While the head can always be cut off, the rest of the body must continue to live, and thus we must make the head an easy target, but the body as the centre of decision.”

He took a long look at the men and women around him. ”Now, of course, she doesn’t know that, but this is what it’s all about. The Directoire must maintain the control of Lotharingia, and what we offer is for Anna to join us in this. She would be the most influential and powerful member of the Directoire, while not having to bother about constantly watching her back.” he said. And so, that night was revealed some of the reasons why out of nowhere, the Directoire seemed to overwhelmingly support Éléanore du Berry as queen.

But at the main table in the centre of the hall, Éléanore was laughing and having an excellent time, having no idea of what was being said. In her mind, she had gained strong support by showing leadership and determination…
 

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Louis and Anna

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“Indeed let us head down to business for I am sure Your Majesty have much to do, and I have an army to watch.

It was only a pleasure Your Majesty, it was clear that we needed to act in Lotharingia this time as we did the last time and since we didn’t really get any good contact with the rebels we found it naturally that we should support Our family against the rebels.”

He paused, drinking some wine while listening to Anna.

“Your Majesty I would be honoured to accept such a great Order. I am already a Knight of the Gartner, but I would see it as an even greater honour to be a Knight of the Order of the Golden Fleece. “

He smiled.

“Well you speak about Montpellier, and I found Your Majesty’s offer quite good, so am I sure we can agree on something. But maybe we should discuss this further after an end to the hostilities has been reached?”

He could feel that his mouth was drying out, he though the Queen wouldn’t like this. Well she just had to; after all he was the one with the most force present. Louis drank some more wine, and looked out into the air thoughtful. He though about a second Queen, one that was of his blood not by marriage, but by flesh, and he wondered where Éléanore was, and what she would think of all this.

“Yes, yes off course Your Majesty. I have already instructed for my commanders to speak with Your Majesty’s commander over what sector we are to take over. So we are letting the rats flee the sinking ship if they want to and accept Your Majesty’s offer, very well!
Well as Your Majesty might know there has been many years since we campaigned in these areas, and we had some problems with the logistics, and also with some damned mercenaries not doing there job proper. Trusting English maps, damn idiots they should all be flogged! We would off course have wanted to arrive earlier, but we had some problems, and also from what I understood from Queen Éléanore Your Majesty had everything under control, so there was no reason for us to rush?”

Louis gave her a smart look, drank some wine, and felt his mouth wasn’t dry anymore actually he felt good. He still didn’t know to trust Anna, but at least she had got something to ponder over. Louis smiled.
 

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A letter arives from Denmark,

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"Onto her majesty, Éléanore de Berri, Queen of Denmark and Norway,

News has reached the shores of your northern kingdom about the troubles in Burgundy. While I do not know all of the details, the fact of a civil war is troublingm, especially if it could hurt your interests. Therefor, in the interests of shoring up your position in Burgundy, especially if it means making you its Queen, Denmark is more than willing to offer our support. Whatever you desire I will try and provide. If you need an army to help back up your claims I could conscript several hundred peasents bolstered by a few hundred more mercenaries to go to Burgundy to fight for you.

Your status in Burgundy directly affects Denmark. We need you as Queen of that fair nation so you can help back Gelre into honoring her word, and keep the Pommeranians from enslaving more of Scandinavia. If you fail to win power however, I fear that the troubles with Denmark will be far from over. But with my help, and Gods, hopefully victory will be assured.

written by his own hand in Copenhagen,
Peter Gjedde, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Denmark"
 
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Louis and Anna - near Dijon, September, 1454

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My beloved sister the Empress Éléanore is not very knowledgable in the matters of warfare,” Anna replied, suddenly feeling dizzy, her face slowly turning red, “and thus her understanding of the military situation is oftentimes most lacking. If I were you, my Lord, I would try to choose better informators.” And in meanwhile there was but one word echoing in her mind: Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

She took a deep, shaky breath, and closed her eyes in a vain attempt to calm down. Everything was clear now. Éléanore aimed the throne, and France was ready to give it to her. In spite of that she, Anna, offered the dauphin her daughter. Despite the King’s signature on that thrice-cursedly false document. Everything was clear. She was alone, and she was hunted, everybody was against her. How dares he?! she thought with sudden rage. How dares he call my daughter ‘little beauty’, crowing, pulling funny faces, and selling her crown in the meanwhile?! This seemed the worst betrayal to her.

There was pure hatred in her glance as she opened her ice-blue eyes. “We are glad Votre Majesté chooses to accept the Golden Fleece,” she said with exemplary self-control, switching back to the royal plural. “I thought the Garter wouldn’t be a problem… while that Order, too, is a very honourable company of very honourable people,” she added, smiling at him with upmost kindness. England, then. If not France, then England, it’s really this simple, she thought, keeping smiling. You made me choose them, you misbegotten bastard, now you shall blame only yourself.

“We are sorry to hear that Votre Majesté is undecided about the fate of the Duchy of Montpellier,” Anna continued, feeling more and more at ease, leaning back in her chair, “while the reasoning we used would be disputed by none of the lawyers in the world. But then, people care not much about the laws lately anyway,” she said, and smiled again, smiled bitterly and scornfully. “But either way, it is our pleasure to invite Votre Majesté to the Châteaux d’Argilly, where we shall soon relocate our court to. And also, though we wish Votre Majesté to keep this as a secret, we have the intention of calling a meeting of the Estates-General to there soon. We’d be most pleased if you honoured us with your presence there.”
 
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The Diet of Argilly

~ les États Généraux du Royaume de Lotharingie ~




As the springtime set in, a city of tents appeared on the green pastures of Argilly, a mass of colourful pavilions covered the fields. In the middle, there was the Royal Pavilion, a twelve-mast giant of a tent, enormous and richly decorated, golden and blue in colour. That pavilion was a relic of better times: it had been used by the late Duke Philippe of Burgundy in his ill-fated crusade, and then one or two more times, then it had been lying unused and forgotten in a storeroom of the Castle of Argilly until the Queen Dowager Anne du Griffon found it, and now it stood proudly in the very centre of the camp, with the flag of the Queen of Lotharingia floating on its kingpole.

Next to it, to the left and to the right, there were the tents of the officers of the Queen, and those of some other digniatries: Amédée de Savoie, Phoebus de Châteaupers, Charles de Wittelsbach, to name a few. And around this centre there were the loosely separated smaller camps of the provinces, neatly arranged in a half-circle. Quite naturally, this order was impossible to keep, as friends with different homelands wanted to encamp next to each other, and thus the camps of the different provinces were overlapping each other in a most chaotic way.

But at least this chaos benevolently hid the fact that the half of the country was missing. Though the envoys of the towns and cities were all there, and the prelates also sent at least their deacons and deans to represent them, the nobility of Artois, Nivernais and Champagne was painfully absent. It could also be noted that the cities of Liguria sent nobody whatsoever -- save the merchants. For the merchants, smelling good business, flooded the area. As the chronicler Georges Chastellain wrote: “there were so many of them, one could think he came to a grand fair: Italians and Flemish and Piémontiens, they were selling their wares -- velvet, ivory, Bohemian glass, but also ordinary goods -- for very high prices. All the noble lords considered it a very distasteful thing, but many very happy with their deals.” Not only the market made it look like a fair: “and on the other side of the camp, there was a jousting range erected, since it was apparent many noble lords wanted to challange each other -- some for disputes, some for old feuds, but later also for the love of fighting,” says Chastellain. “The fight of Guy de Brimeu and Philippe Pot was especially beautiful and elegant; Philippe Pot was triumphant, but neither of the young lords got hurt.”

And while half of the people present were preoccupied with the fancies the Diet provided (not only the joust and the market, but also the feasts and gatherings of friends, and of course the ceremonial meeting of the Chapter of the Order of the Golden Fleece), the first session of the Diet started in order, on Sunday, on March 2nd.

Antoine de Croÿ opened the meeting with “a very elegant speech which he made in our noble Burgundian French, but later also in Latin, to let others understand it as well”. In this speech, de Croÿ said that the purpose of the Diet was “to provide medicine for the severe ailments of our well-beloved country, (…) to have her reinstated in her former glory and prosperity.” Chastellain, this incorrigably medieval chronicler, does not forget to mention that “on hearing his [de Croÿ’s] speech, the noble lords of the Realm fell on their knees, and wept very bitterly, mourning over the calamities of their very dear homeland.” While it obviously did not happen that way at all, Chastellain probably felt it should have happened so, at least in an ideal world.

In the first days, the initiative was clearly held by the supporters of the baby-Queen Marie. Though they were few, their coordinated, well-planned actions yielded numerous victories: at this stage, all went well. First of all, Anotine de Croÿ, well-respected by all for his famed chivalry and honour, and also for his age and experience, was elected the President of the Diet -- lacking a properly crowned and anointed King, it was his task to preside over the meetings, having the invaluable right to close the proceedings whenever he wished so. Then, on the request introduced by Thibaut VIII de Neufchâtel, friend of de Croÿ, it was quickly decided that the Diet would be organized in two Houses, so that the Lords of the Directoire and the clergy would hold meetings separately from the the lower nobility, except when a joint meeting is called for. The famous scholar Jean Germain, Count-Bishop of Châlons and Chancellor of the Order of the Golden Fleece, recited the “complaints of the people of the Realm, both noble and other”, asking the Diet to do everything to have the old rights and liberties reinstated. Chastellain also notes that “a saintly clergyman from the Lowlands begged the lords to end the strife and the bloodshed as soon as possible, so that all the Realm would be able to go on a crusade against the Berbers. His humble plea moved many of the noble lords to tears.”

Even this early on, it was clear even to the contemporary observers that the lines were not merely between the supporters of the various pretenders, but also between the lower nobility and the magnates. For as the Lords of the Directoire were gaining power, so was the gentry losing it, and this obviously was not to the liking of many; the members of the former grand houses of Burgundy, like the Houses de Croÿ, de Vienne, Pot, de Brimeu, de Lannoy, de Bauffremont, suddenly found themselves neglected and even opressed after the creation of Lotharingia. The slow decentralization during the Regency had led to that the Lords of the Directoire held all the power, not leaving much space for the smaller landholders. The sheriffs brought countless complaints from lesser nobles who claimed that their rights were abused by a Lord of the Directoire. The clergy, as always, sided with the magnates.

Another factor was the peasantry, and in general the commoners: the serfs, the burghers, the merchants, the tradesmen, the lawyers, the artisians -- thus all the people who actually worked. During King Louis’ efforts to create something of an early absolutism, the burdens of the peasantry grew as the nobles, unable to pay the high taxes themselves, passed their encumberances on the peasantry. The pains of the middle-class came from abuses: since the times of Duke Philippe III, it was a widespread habit amongst the aristocracts to have their soldiers married to daughters of rich commoners. The case of the widow whom King Louis forced to marry an archer on the day of her husband’s funeral was by no means unique. And even though neither the peasants, neither the burghers were represented in the Estates-General per se, they were there, as soldiers in Queen Dowager Anne’s army. They were there, and they were awaiting the results of the Diet very eagerly. An elderly gentleman from the County of Bern was so scared of the sight of the mass of armed serfs camping not far away that de Croÿ had to prohibit everybody from bringing tar in the camp -- the burning barrel of tar being the traditional sign of the peasant revolts.

Chastellain is very naïve when it comes to the politics. Though he was Flemish by birth, and he could witness the power and wealth of the burgeoisie in his youth, just like the Queen Dowager Anne, he was unable to notice the significance of the middle-class. He was unable to accept that the order of the commoners had changed during the course of centuries. He calls every commoner a “peasant”, and if he, very rarely, shows some compassion towards their harsh lot, his compassion is always stereotypical and never heartfelt. In general, the only one to speak on behalf of the commoners at Argilly was the bishop Jean Germain who did so in an allegorical speech: “the lord bishop praised the Laudable Labour with very excellent words, and he also spoke for the honour of the Commendable Diligence,” says Chastellain; “and harshly condemned the Foolish Negligence and the Malicious Envy for attacking the abovementioned lords. The lord bishop begged the Estates to protect the lords Laudable Labour and Commendable Diligence, for if they left the country, Miserable Fortune and Terrible Poverty would visit the Realm.” Germain’s speech caused great sensation.

The confidants of Queen Dowager Anne were chiefly of the lower nobility, one notable exception being Phoebus de Châteaupers whom Anne liked and held in great esteem, even though she knew all too well that her emotions were not returned. Two more men attended the meetings of the Directoire who were firm supporters of Anne: the eleven years old Count of St-Claude, Joachim de Savoie, Anne’s firstborn from his first marriage, “often attended the meetings, escorted by his uncle, the Count Henri du Griffon of Louhans, and was so serious and balanced like an adult,” writes Chastellain. “He was considered so mature by the Lords that when it was his turn to preside over the meeting [the president of the sessions of the Directoire changed daily, on a rotary basis], they let him take the heavy burden, and the young Count did so well that he was elected the King of Honour during the feast in the evening.”

The first days of the Diet were spent mainly with creating the regulations and laws of the Diet itself. Being the first of its kind in Lotharingia ever, this was not an insignificant task at all. The question of the throne was peacefully neglected for a long time; nobody was very enthusiastic to start speaking about it, at least not in the public. Of course, in private discussions that was the main topic. The medieval idealism produced a lot of weird suggestions: all described idyllic scenes of peace and familial love, at the end of which the participants would go on a crusade to kill infidels. Every day, masses were celebrated in the chapel of the Argilly castle at Prime, Sexts and Vespers, praying the God for peace and guidance, but aside this, not a lot was done.

Anne du Griffon herself did not appear before the public until the second Sunday of March, also the start of the second session of the Diet, right after her faction began to lose its initial impact. But until then, she was often seen discussing with the envoys unofficially. She listened, encouraged, promised, consoled; listened, encouraged, promised, consoled; listened, encouraged, promised, consoled -- endlessly. To counter that she effectively robbed many nobles of their possessions when liberating the serfs fighting for her, she bought each of the serfs with money -- with Pommeranian and Piedmontese money. To counter that she was supported chiefly by foreigners, she made ardent speeches, detailing how she will personally kick out each foreign soldier from her lands. To counter the persisting rumours claiming that she sought the power for herself, she cited Philippe’s offer of Genoa, conveyed to her by Antoine de Croÿ and Éléanore de Berry, and told how she refused it. Even Chastellain, who was in a rather odd position as he supported Marie but mistrusted Anne, even Chastellain admits and acknowledges her effort. Truly, she worked day and night.

The Queen Dowager of Lotharingia wasn’t discouraged by the many defeats her faction suffered during the sessions of the Estates-General. She didn’t get discouraged when it turned out that great many nobles refused to come. She didn’t get discouraged when the faction of magnates favouring Éléanore started to take control over the proceedings. “When you expect a blow to come, it is not so painful,” she said to Phoebus de Châteaupers according to her secretary the friar Jean-Pierre. “It hurts, of course it does, but it is not nearly as painful as an unexpected hit.”

On March 9th, Sunday, Anne du Griffon emerged from the Royal Pavilion, bringing the baby-Queen Marie along with herself. Chastellain dedicates an entire chapter of his chronicle to depict the solemn scene, the royal pomp. He describes in-depthly and very vividly how the child, frightened by the crowd of people before them, hid behind her mother’s leg, peeping out at the people like a “fearful little fawn”. She had brown, wavy hair --Chastellain was malicious enough to note that it would have been better for her if her hair had been red.


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My Lords…” Anna began. Her voice faltered: never before she had spoken before such a large crowd. Thinking of it, she realized she had never even seen such a large crowd. She felt the frightenment of her daughter, she felt as the child’s little hands were grasping her skirt, and she felt the same frightenment. Now she regretted not letting de Croÿ do this.

“My Lords…” she tried again, her voice trembling. She was sweating, he heart was beating very hard; it was not only the crowd that made her so frightened: it was also the responsibility. For the first time ever since she had gotten the idea of the Estates-General, for the first time ever since she had sketched that thrice-cursed Charter, she realized that this was a decisive moment, that everything, but everything, depended on her success or failure.

“My Lords, I--- ” She took a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes. Then she drew herself up, cleared her throat, and started it all over again; this time her voice, though shaky, held some determination.

“My Lords, we have gathered together here, in the sight of the God Almighty, to witness the resurrection of the Realm of the Blessed Virgin Mary. We have gathered together to end the strife and bloodshed, and also to affirm the rule of the Queen Marie of the House de Valois, of this name second, whom herewith I, her warden and guardian, solemnly and humbly present to the Estates as the heiress of the late King Louis of Lotharingia. She is of the Royal blood.” Anna guided the three-year-old little girl before herself with gentle force. Marie was staring at the gathered nobility with her mouth open. “If it so pleases Our Lord Almighty, Our Creator and Our Savior, she shall be, with the permission of the Estates, anointed on the Lady Day,” she announced. “And until her majority, until her proper coronation at the age fourteen, a Regency Council shall rule the Realm, since the examples of the previous Regencies showed that having one single Regent is not beneficial for the Realm. And that Regency Council shall be presided by the Duke-Archbishop of Rheims who is indeed the first of the prelates of the Realm; and the members of that Council shall be the Queen’s closest relatives, namely the Queen’s only living uncles, Duke Amédée and Count Henri; and also the Queen’s aunt, the Empress Éléanore; and also the Queen’s mother…”

Her throat got parched, she had to pause.

“But…” Her voice was still weak; her speech was uninspired, to say the least, and she knew it. Feeling more and more dizzy, losing her grip on the reality, she realized that she was no orator, not in the least. Her stubborn persistance to have this every-so-important speech recited by herself was a fatal error, by now she knew, and she wished she had let de Croÿ speak, or Jean Germain, or anybody else…

“But the Queen has summoned the Estates here not only to affirm her reign,” she continued; she found it easier to speak in her daughter’s name. “For it is even important to have the injustices that caused the strife eridicated. That is, to have the law and order restored in the Realm, along with the ancient rights and liberties. And therefore I, in the name and on behalf of the Queen, to the honour of God, and to the amendment of the Realm, shall present the Estates with a charter, a Grand Charter that would, should the Estates accept it, restore the tranquillity and prosperity of the Realm.”

Anna paused, and closed her eyes. She then took a deep breath, and threw up her head. “
Since the times of the Holy Queen, the bishops, the nobles and other parts of the Realm have suffered injustice during the reign of the reign of our predecessors…” she began reciting the charter. She did not need the parchment she held in her hand, she knew the entire text by heart; and now her voice held strength, and a strange feeling of calmness and joy filled her as she went on with the text, because that text was her chef d’oeuvre, and that text was her swansong. And regardless of what they would think of it, she knew it was good.


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In the name of the Holy Trinity, the Indivisible Unity & Saint Mary the Virgin.



Anne, Queen Dowager of Lotharingia, on behalf of her très-chère & très-aimée daughter, Marie, of this name second, by the favour of divine mercy hereditary Queen of Lotharingia & Duchess of Burgundy, second Sovereign of the Most Illustrious Order of the Golden Fleece.



Since the times of the Holy Queen, the bishops, nobles and other parts of the Realm have suffered much injustice during the reign of Our predecessors who used their God-given power in a wrong way, either because the Ruler listened to evil advisors’ bad advices, either because the Ruler wanted to take revenge, either because the Ruler sought only his own benefit, and therefore those attached to the Crown of Lothar have been wronged of their ancient rights and liberties. Recognizing this, We have cordially opened our heart to, and We shall herewith fulfill all the plea and requests of Our nobles who have oftentimes expressed disapproval and anger, and We shall do so especially because the desperation of some has grown so strong that they took up arms against their properly crowned and anointed King when the rebels unfurled their colours. And hereat We shall re-invest the bishops, the nobles, and other parts of the Realm with their ancient rights, and We shall also benevolently decree some other things that would serve the betterment and amelioration of the Realm.

We decree that, unless prevented by severe illness or unexpectedly hard matter, We shall be bound to celebrate the Lady Day in Dijon. But in the case We would find ourselves unable to go, the Lord High Chancellor shall be undoubtedly there to act as Our substitute, he shall listen to the matters in Our name. And all the bishops and nobles of the Realm, either parts of the Directoire or not, shall be allowed to go there to express their views freely, and hereafter this meeting shall be called the yearly Diet of Lotharingia.

We also decree that the Directoire hereafter shall hold meetings at least four times a year. Wishing to distinguish some of the Lords of the Directoire from the others, We shall hereafter call them Our well-beloved cousins, and they shall be known as the Peers of the Realm, for they are the closest to Our heart of all the vassals of Ours. Along with granting them the dignity of being the Pairs de Lotharingie, We also charge them with doing certain tasks for Us: to mint Our money, to collect the tax for Us, to enforce Our law, to represent Us where We cannot be present. And these peers shall be: the Duke-Archbishop of Reims, the Duke of Savoy, the Duke of Alsace, the Duke of Lorraine, the Duke of Brabant, the Duke of Auvergne, the Count-Bishop of Châlons, the Bishop of Strasbourg, the Bishop of Metz, the Count of Champagne, the Count of Flandres, the Count of Artois, the Count of Nevers, the Count of Bern, and the Count-Palatine of the Lowlands.

But We also declare that even though We love some of them more than the others, all the vassals of Ours, each and every of Our well-beloved subjects of noble birth shall be regarded as equals in Our eyes when We or Our Chancellor or Our justiciaries sit in judegement.

Furthermore, We decree that no freeman shall be ever imprisoned, killed, dispossessed, or in any other way destroyed, neither by Us, neither by Our daughter, neither by her successors, neither by the peers, neither by anybody else, unless that freeman is properly charged and sentenced by Our courts of justice.

Also, We promise not to levy taxes on the nobles, unless the Diet authorizes Us to levy the contributio extraordinario; neither we shall gather the ‘free denars’ after the nobles’ rightful inheritance. We also do promise not to levy taxes on the clergy.

And We shall also ask for the counsel of the Lords of the Directoire before levying the other taxes or imposing any scutage.

If a noble dies without a male heir, his daughter shall inherit. If he has not even daughters, his closest male relative shall inherit. And if he has no House whatsoever, his fief shall revert onto the King. But if the noble has somebody very dear to his heart, and he wishes that one to inherit, he is allowed to kindly propose Us to consider his wish.

But a noble shall be always allowed to devise one quarter of his possessions to whomever he wishes.

And if one’s heir is underage, that heir’s closest relative of age shall be his tutor and warden, be it his mother, or his faher’s brother, or his father’s cousin, or his father’s second grade cousin, but not any further than that. And if that heir has no such relatives, We Ourselves shall act as his warden, preserving his lands from harm, sustaining him in Our own court, and We promise not to collect the ‘warden’s share’ for this service of Ours.

And We also prohibit everybody else from collecting the ‘warden’s share’.

Concerning the royal successions, the law shall be like it was in the times of the Holy Queen. We also want the county of Charolais to be always in the possession of the Heir of Lotharingia, as it was in the old times.

We also promise that if the line of a Pair de Lotharingie dies out, and his fiefs revert back to Us, We shall grant those fiefs and the dignity to the most worthy within a year, so that the office shall never be unfilled. We also promise not to grant such fiefs to anybody without asking for the opinion and counsel of the Diet.

No bailiffs and sheriffs of Ours shall ever judge men of noble birth, unless the matter is of tax or tithe. Our castellans shall sit in judgement over no men, save over the people of their castles. And the nobles shall sit in judgemement over nobody whatsoever, save over the members of their households and over their vassals, but only if the matter is a dispute.

Our justiciaries and the Lord High Chancellor may sit in judgement over anybody, leastways when they are in Our courts. But if the matter is of the High Justice, thus if a man of noble birth might be deprived of his life or fief, the justiciaries and the Lord High Chancellor shall make no verdict without consulting Us. We also decree that when residing not in Our courts, but in their own lands, then they shall be forbidden to pass verdicts and to command bailiffs. And We also want the justiciaries and the Lord High Chancellor not to appoint deputies, neither they shall be allowed to sit in judgement through proxies.

And We also decree that no investigation shall be done concerning witches, neither any person shall be ever charged with being one, for such creatures do not exist.

Furthermore, We decree that if anybody, either a peer, either a noble, either a bishop, or any other kind of person, driven either by just or unjust intentions, would lay violent hands on the properly anointed King or Queen of the Realm, that person shall be stripped of his fiefs, that person shall be hung, and then his body shall be cut in four, and the parts shall be nailed over the gates of Ghent, Reims, Strasbourg and Dijon. The same shall be the punishment of those who ally themselves with an enemy of Ours, if that enemy is a foreign prince.

Similarly, no noble, bishop, or any other part of the Realm shall ever give sanctuary to a criminal properly trialed and sentenced to any punishment by Us or Our officers. And if he does, his punishment shall be the same as that of the one he gave sanctuary to.

But We also decree that even the worst of the criminals shall be allowed to recieve the extreme unction before his execution.

And We also want that the appeal of a woman of noble birth shall be considered just as heavily as that of a man, but only if that woman holds land in the Realm, either in her own right, either for her son; and also if she does not, but the matter is of the High Justice, and her appeal is for rape, or for the death of her husband or other close kins.

And if We would wish to wage war in foreign lands, no noble shall ever be forced to go with Us, unless properly paid by Us; and when the army marches home, We shall not levy a tax on any spoils of war they might bring home. But when enemies attack the Realm, all the nobles shall be bound to go, as this service of theirs allows them to hold their rights and privileges. Accordingly, if a nobleman refuses to obey the Royal call when the country is endangered, that noble shall be stripped of his titles and fiefs. We also decree that Our dignitaries, officers and everybody drawing pay from Us shall be always bound to go to war with Us, regardless of the circumstances.

But if a noble is unable to obey Our call, he shall be allowed to send a properly armed, able man in his stead.

If a noble man would die when on campaign with Us in foreign lands, We shall by all means present his heir with an appropriate gift.

And generally, when a nobleman dies, either in war, either in illness, either in duel, and even if he is sentenced to death by Us, his heirs must sustain his widow properly for the rest of her life, or leastways until she marries again. If the noble has no heirs, We shall sustain her in Our court.

And no widow shall be ever forced to marry, if she is willing to live without a husband.

We also want the nobles to rule justly and mercifully over their peasants, they shall never torment their peasants, they shall never rob their peasants. And to defend the peasants from bad treatment, We herewith affirm their ancient right to move, and thus if a noble treats them wrong, they shall, under Our protection, be allowed move to another village within the province. And if a noble is deserted by all, he shall blame only himself.

And We also want that if a peasant is unable to pay the properly levied tax because of poor harvest, his lord shall complete the tax from his own wealth.

We also retain the right to set any serf, or group of serfs, free, if We deem them worthy enough. But in such case We shall by all means compensate the former lord for the loss, either with money, either with a similar serf.

And, mutatio mutandis, the same shall be the conduct when We would wish to make a city or a village a Free Royal City or a Free Royal Village.

And We also decree that if a bailiff, castellan, sheriff, or any other officer of Ours proved to have gone astray, if it is proven that he held his office in an honourless way, or that he ravaged the countryside, that officer shall be stripped of his office in the sight of the entire Diet, and he shall give back everything he looted together.

We also decree that our officers shall sustain themselves and their office only from the revenues of their office. The other revenues, those that are the Ruler’s, shall go to the Ruler.

The tithe shall be always provided as a share of what the land yields, be it grain or wine or any other thing. And if the bishops would claim otherwise, We will not help them.

But We also declare that the bishops shall not be forced to offer Us or Our officers a part of the tithe, they shall be allowed to use it as they wish.

And if a noble or a bishop does not want Our cattle to graze on his fields or forests, We shall respect his wish.

Neither Our lieutenants, marshals, sheriffs or bailiffs or any other dignitaries of Ours shall ever take any goods from anyone without instantly paying money for the goods. And no officers of Ours shall ever take the horses or carts of any freeman, for the purpose of carriage, without the consent of the said freeman.

We also do promise not to invest anybody with more than one office, and that We shall not appoint officers who do not know the laws and customs of the land.

And We also decree that Jews shall not hold offices, especially not in the Chamber.

We promise that We shall write Our edicts and decrees in Latin, and We also order others to use this tongue when passing any kind of resolutions. And if a resolution involves commoners, that resolution shall be always proclaimed in a language the locals understand well.

And since Our well-beloved subjects speak great many languages throughout the Realm, We also wish to abolish the ungodly custom that regards an oath invalid if it is not pronounced properly.

We also wish that all merchants shall be allowed to come to the Realm, they shall have safety and security when coming to the Realm, when staying in the Realm and when leaving the Realm, and just as well they shall be allowed to buy and sell, as long as they keep themselves to the laws and customs of the land, and as long as they properly pay the tolls and tariffs.

And if they fail to obey the laws and customs of the land, they shall be apprehended by Our officers without injury to their bodies and goods. And the same shall be the conduct when a merchant is from a country that is at war against Us.

And We decree that the tolls and tariffs paid by the merchants shall never be higher than as We set them.

We decree that salt shall not be stored anywhere in the Realm, only in the Lowlands.

And We also decree that Our silver denars shall be in use for one year, from Easter to Easter. And the shape and weight of the denars shall be like as they were during the reign of the Holy Queen.

And since We wish to have the aboveset liberties, rights and laws kept for all times coming, kept during Our rule, during Our daughter’s reign, and during the reign of all of her descendants and successors, We had Our rulings written in nine letters, and had all of them affirmed with Our golden bulle and with Our signature; and We shall send the first of the letters to Monseigneur le Pape, so that he shall preserve it in his registry; the second We shall send to Monseigneur l’Empereur, the third to Our cousin the King of France; the fourth shall be preserved by the Knights Hospitallers of Saint John; the fifth shall be preserved by the friars of the Abbey of Morrimond; the sixth shall be kept in the Abbey of Cluny; the seventh shall be kept in registry of the Duke-Archbishop of Reims; the eighth shall remain the Ruler’s; and the ninth shall be the Lord High Chancellor’s: so that he will be able to keep it by himself all the times, he shall never forget any of the above rulings, and he will not go astray, neither he will let the Ruler or the nobles go astray in these things. And in this way all the nobles and bishops and other parts of the Realm shall rejoice in their rights and liberties, and hence they shall be faithful to the Realm of Saint Mary and to the Crown of Lothar for all times coming, their due services toward the Ruler they shall never neglect.

And if We, or Our daughter, or anyone of her successors would ever speak or act to the contrary of Our rulings, this letter shall authorize the bishops, the peers, the nobles and other parts of the Realm to contradict Us, Our daughter, and all of her successors, and this letter shall authorize the bishops, the peers, the nobles and the other parts of the Realm to resist any unrightful command of Ours, of Our daughter’s, and of her successors, forever and ever, for all times coming.​

Written by the hand of Jean-Pierre, who is a friar of the Benedictine Order & is Our secretary; on the ninth day of March, in the year of Our Lord MCDLV, when Nicolas was the Pope, Louis was the King of France & Ladislas was the Emperor, in the third year of Our daughter’s reign.



Anna R.



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”Rules… yes rules. There is but one rule, and that is the Rule of God. It is the most perfect rule, because it is infinite, in a sense. It stretches to all men. Write your own rules, and you are just trying to stop a dog from shaking by holding firmly to his tail.”

- The Cardinal, to Philippe du Berry.


Karl looked at the letter and nodded. It was obvious that things had taking an unexpected turn. For the worst.

”Very clever…” he murmured. ”Hmmm…”.

He continued to read the document. Éléanore, looked out the window, thinking about this sudden Bulle.

”It was all working perfectly. It was all PER-FECT.” and shook her head. ”But suddenly, this HUGE head of her produced intelligence!”

Karl faked to listen ”Yes yes, huge…” and continued to read.

”Didn’t we pay De Croy? I mean, really, we promised him much, no?” Éléanore asked. ”Karl? Are you even listening?”

Karl raised his head to meet Éléanore’s eyes. ”Yes, I am, I am. Did you read this? It’s very well made. We’ll have to be careful. There could be traps within traps.”

”Right, so what do we answer back? We can’t proposed a Bulle ourselves… And did you see the lower nobles? They’re all in awe now. And I feel I’m loosing touch with the Directoire.”

A silent Amédée de Savoie was sitting by the fireplace, poking the logs he had just put in the fire. ”And you, dear Duke Amédée. Do you think I’m loosing touch with the Directoire? I mean, yes, I want peace… but peace at that price? I’m just being put on the side. I am nothing. I did all this, for nothing.”

Annoyed, Amédée answered dryly ”She made you co-regent!”, still looking at the fire.

”Co-regent of a queen I don’t agree with!” Éléanore answered. Karl laid down the Bulle, and stood up. ”Well, at least now, she made her plans very clear. And as there are two other factions here, they must be heard, or simply support Anna.”

”Not at that price! Not at that price. I cannot. It is against my mother’s will.”

Amédée turned around. ”Your mother’s will? And how do you know of your mother’s will?” he asked.

”I just do. That’s all you need to know. I just do.” she said sharply.

”Oh, that’s going to fly, your Majesty. If we write our own Bulle, please remember to write “By Our Mother’s will” on it… Surely, that won’t sound too lunatic!” he said sarcastically.

Éléanore, offended, shouted. ”I will ask you to give more respect, Karl!”

”And for what? FOR WHAT? You’re a former queen. You’re a former Empress. You have nothing but a small county in Lorraine nowadays. You’re not of any use to us anymore!”

Stunned, Éléanore stayed silent for a while. Amédée continued. ”COMPLETELY useless. You won’t even be queen again. Anna… we won’t be able to control her! Especially with all of these other Imperial Houses supporting her. We won’t be able to do anything now.”

Karl shyly looked away. Éléanore turned to him. ”Use me? Like you did when you tried to kill me? So that was the reason of your support?” she added in a low voice. Amédée stayed defiant in front of her, while Karl sat down again, wiping sweat on his forehead. ”You knew this Karl? You knew this? You, the Wittelsbacher? The cousin of my husband? You did that to our family?”

”Your Most August Imperial Majesty… you… you must understand… I… I tried to make the best of a com… complicated situation… we had many targets… but one arrow...” he stuttered.

Amédée added ”Yes, the Wittelsbach were against you! Zupten was against you! You had to go see that brother of yours. You had to make it all complicated for us. God knows what divine destiny you dreamt, what glorious revelation you had… but this is politics. If you want miracles, Cluny is not far from here.”

Amédée went to the door, and added. ”First, The Wittelsbach looses my armies in Dijon, then this Bulle…” and stormed out.

Éléanore, feeling abandoned, turned to Karl. ”You can go too. I know what to expect from all of you now.” The man stood up, and left the room as well.

She whispered ”So, it is just me again… All of this...”

”Is it?” a young voice said in the dark.

Éléanore smiled. ”You’re spying me again…” and she tried to look where the voice came from.

”Well, the babies are asleep now, and Sophia stayed with them…”

Anton had always been more discreet than his brother Lothair. For one, Anton was not destined to become much more than a military general. Lothair was destined to become a prince elector. And beside, Lothair was more outgoing. Both twins were as curious, but while Lothair had full confidence in people telling him what he asked for, Anton rather observe people for a long period of time in order to learn about them. Anton had a more keen interest for books and for politics, though he didn’t understand all of it. He loved maps, and complicated rules with many exceptions. On the other hand, he also saw people as tools. For now, his parents blamed that on his limited view as a child, but as time went by, it would perhaps prove a little more complicated than that.

”So, here you have it! That’s what your mother could do for you… nothing.” she told him.

”Well… I don’t care. If I had to choose, I’d rather be part of the Directoire… they can kill a king and get away with it.”

”That’s… true, yes, but it’s more complicated than that.” Éléanore told him.

”So it is. They can kill a king, and get away with it, and blame it on others. They always find someone to blame. The important part is not to be there to be blamed.” Anton added, candidly.

”Well, they cannot blame me for anything anymore. I’m not even part of all of it now…”

”So now, they will play with Anna and not with you?”

Éléanore thought about it. She replaced the word “play” with “control”, and it dangerously made sense. Anna was perhaps more hard-headed than the others, but then that was the same with Louis de Montpensier. And the result of that was well-known…

She turned her attention to Anton. The short boy in front him was named after the one who started it all… And the queen of Lotharingia, Anna’s daughter, was named after the woman who started Lotharingia. The odd coincidence began to establish ramifications, and within them, some new ideas were found.

It was time to visit Anna. But before, she had to re-establish her bargaining power.
 

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EVENT

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Proclamation of Zutphen - foreign pressure in Burgundy​

Finally, after some time passed since the meeting in Gelre, the fruit of that meeting became official. Without much doubt the events of the certain night in Dijon in 1453 and the subsequent uprising against the ruling family brought much controversy and disarray among the noble houses of Europe. The murder of king Louis scared the royal families that something similar might happen in their fiefs as well, the sacred lineages falling to lesser nobles machinations and plots. House of Gryphon, being related to king Louis and queen Anna channeled the fears and reservations of the European nobility and rallied the support for queen Anna that Europe has never witnessed before. What was more important, foreign diplomatic pressure was shortly followed by supplies and soldiers marching to Burgundy from all over Germany, Gaul and Italy.

With these armies coming to help in preserving the lineage of king Louis du Berry, many agents and herolds arrived in rebel held territory as well. They were spreading the news about the armies coming to punish the king-slayers and oathbreakers, soon the exact wording of “The Proclamation of Zupthen” was well known in every single Burgundian town, burg or fortress.

How will those who side with Philippe the Usurper or the Rightful King (depending how one sees him) react to this? Moreover, will any of the Burgundian subjects care? After all, who among them has ever heard of half of these Princes from foreign sounding lands? Will the foreign soldiers arrive, or will they too abscond with their pay and desert? And what role will the Burgundian factions play in this foreign meddling?

Proclamation of Zutphen


We, the undersigned proclaim the following.

That we greatly despise the regicides and rebels who rose against their most rightful King and Queen, acting against their will and the will of Almighty God who put the Royalty on the throne to take care of his sheep. Truly there is no excuse for those who act against the will of their God.

That we hold in highest disregard those who provoked this shameful act and will never let them into our lands, and should they tresspass our lands they shall be hunted down as the worst criminals and eventually find their death through humiliation and strangulation.

That we support the only and true Queen and Duchesse, that is Marie II du Berry, daughter of the late King Louis du Berry and Queen Anna du Griffon.

That we call upon all nobles, burghers and peasants of Lotharingia who foolishly followed the regicides or were fooled by them, to renounce any ties to them, if they have any, with the devilish imposter and murderer styling himself as Philippe du Berry. Should you not do so, not only hellfire awaits you in the miserable afterlife, but also your lands will be treated with fire and sword, until such time comes that the rightful Queen shall be restored to her throne. Those who hesitated before, raise your arms against the usurper and beg your rightful Queen for forgiveness. Those how will do so shall undoubtedly meet their rewards both in the mundane and after lives.

Signed on this 28th day of February in the Year of Our Lord MCDLIV in Zutphen, on the Saints Romanus and Lupicinus day, God Almighty be our witness.​

[x] Casmir VI von der Greif, King of Sweden, Duke of Pommerania and Fürst of the House of the Greif, Duke of Braunschweig-Lüneburg, Grubenhagen and Wolfenbüttel, Duke of Poznan, Margrave of Danzig, Prince-Protector of Sweden, Overlord of Ingermanland, Kexholm, Memel and Gotland, Master of the Imperial Hunt and Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Louis XI, Roi de France, par la Grâce de Dieu Roi, Comte de Paris et du Val de Beck, Seigneur d’Asti, Chevalier de la Jarretière.
[x] Rene d’Anjou, King of Naples, Duke of Anjou, Bar, Lorraine, Count of Provence, Marshal of France.
[x] Johann IV Hohenzollern, Duke of Brandenburg, Fürst of the House of Hohenzollern, Margrave of Ansbach, Burgrave of Nürnberg, Prince of Bayreuth, Prince-Elector of the Holy Roman Empire, Arch-Chamberlain of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Joao II Duarte, King of Portugal, Lord of Africa.
[x] Johann III, Duke of Bremen, Prussia and Braunschweig-Göttingen, Chairman of the Hansa Trade Union, Richter von Gross Germania, Imperial High Treasurer, Count of Boulon-Rhuen.
[x] Elisabeth, Regent and Dowager Duchesse of Bavaria in the name of her son Ulrich I von Wittelsbach, Herzog von Ober-Bayern-München, Graf von Ansbach, Graf von Nuremberg, Lord of Munich, Lord of Sulzbach, Lord of Salzburg.
[x] Jan van Egmond, Duke of Gelre, Count of Zutphen and lord of Egmond, Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
[x] Ulrich II von Cilli, Duke of Carinthia, Margrave of Carniola, Margrave of Slovenia and Slovenian Lord, Princely Count of Celje, Ortenburg, Sternberg, Ban of Croatia and Slavonia. Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.

Modifiers:
Event triggered by substantial role-play across the board from multiple players.
-1 modifier applied for continuous, quality role-play.
Burgundy spends 1 eco to modify result by +1.

TABLE:

1. All people are scared, from the highest ranking nobles to most simple folks. Many can only see the fall of Lotharingia and their damnation if Philippe and other king-slayers will continue their bloody quest for power. Many rebels reconsider their allegiance to Philippe, some immediately switch sides upon hearing the news of foreign armies approaching, others utters their concerns openly before the rebel leaders.
(-2 morale to Burgundy for 1 year/4 turns, +1 morale to Piemonte for 1 year/4 turns)

2. Many people are scared, from the highest ranking nobles to most simple folks. Some see the end of their lives and loss of their estates with the foreign armies arriving. Some rebels reconsider their allegiance to Philippe, few immediately switch sides upon hearing the news of foreign armies approaching.
(-1 morale to Burgundy for 1 year/4 turns)

3. While some people show apprehension at the thought of a foreign host approaching, few ever see it materialize, and fewer still are actually affected by this "Proclamation".
(no effect)

4. No...one...cares. The oft-mentioned foreign armies are nowhere to be seen, and the chastisement of these strangely named foreigners has no effect on the townsfolk of Burgundy. What does it matter if the Duke of Poznan or the King of Portugal dislikes them?
(no effect)

5. A lot of people, from the highest ranking nobles to most simple folks, feel angered about the foreign intervention. Rebel ranks strengthen and morale is high.
(+1 morale to Burgundy for 1 year/4 turns)

6. Majority of the Burgundian populace, from the highest ranking nobles to most simple folks, feel enraged about the foreign intervention. Rebel ranks strengthen and morale is high. Many royalists switch sides, proper Burgundian nobility say that they want no “Half-Pommeranian bitch" on their throne. This early attempt at "Statesmanship en masse" has failed miserably, and perhaps a grand conglomeration of united realms is an idea whose time has not yet come.
(+2 morale to Burgundy, -1 morale to Piemonte for 1 year/4 turns)

ROLL: 6+0=6

RESULT: Majority of the Burgundian populace, from the highest ranking nobles to most simple folks, feel enraged about the foreign intervention. Rebel ranks strengthen and morale is high. Many royalists switch sides, proper Burgundian nobility say that they want no “Half-Pommeranian bitch" on their throne. This early attempt at "Statesmanship en masse" has failed miserably, and perhaps a grand conglomeration of united realms is an idea whose time has not yet come.
(+2 morale to Burgundy, -1 morale to Piemonte for 1 year/4 turns)
Burgundy spends 1 eco

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The Diet of Argilly

~ les États Généraux du Royaume de Lotharingie ~


The banners of the larger houses of Lotharingia were flying high in the fields outside of the castle of Argilly. Outside, in the main hall, where the Diet was taking place, standards and gonfanon were also showing the most influential parties trying to push forward their political agendas.

La Grande Charte de Ste-Marie-de-Lotharingie, which would know changes until its final form, had suddenly focused the proceedings of the Diet on to the matter of the succession to the Crown of Lothair. The Chartre made many people unhappy, and yet was labelled by everyone as being brilliant. It gave clear powers to many groups, including merchants, and thus attracted many allies of Philippe du Berry, who saw his armies dwindle in the north. This relegated Philippe, for now, to being a mere annoyance in the process of bringing total peace to Lotharingia. In the minds of many, especially the lower nobles, Philippe could be dealt with at a later time, and this thought progressed steadily as the secured corridor between the Low Counties and Alsace, through the Pays de Rethel, was established by the Bohemian army.

Anne de Savoie had also restored the Order of the Golden Fleece, and it identified quickly to any noble of Lotharingia how important was the support, especially from House outside of Lotharingia, given to her. This left many nobles uneasy, and perhaps brought more people into the Éléanore clan. However, the Éléanore clan couldn’t take the momentum, as its most important actors were either missing or taking a more neutral role.

There was still, in the Diet, supporters of Philippe du Berry. But there was no illusion for them, they would have to rally to one or the other side. To some, from the duchy of Burgundy and the county of Nevers, Éléanore was a more natural solution, and yet Anne de Savoie seemed to already rule these proceedings. The choice, for them, would be difficult.

In a surprise move, the Éléanore du Berry clan voted together with the Philippe du Berry clan to settle the issues of the Grande Charte after a successor and a regency would be chosen. Facing a majority of vote, De Croÿ had no choice but to agree. Rumours had it that a deal was in preparation, and when asked about it, Amédée of Savoie answered simply by ”At this point, I cannot be held accountable for any negotiations between the nobles who support the House of Berry.” Amédée, long time identified to the Éléanore clan, had stayed quiet since the Grance Charte came out. Some say this Charte thwarted some of his plans.

Karl von Wittelsbach was perhaps the only duke who clearly supported Éléanore and still managed to hold his clan together, despite Éléanore prolonged absence. When asked about Éléanore’s disappearance, Karl smiled and retorted that the last time she had disappeared, she had brought back Phoebus de Châteaupers, and a whole army with her, and that perhaps asking Duke Phoebus would make more sense.

The day finally came when the Diet had to vote for the succession to the Crown of Lothair. No one expected this to be settled easily, and surely not within one simple vote. People would make sure this would be a long and difficult process.

De Croÿ looked in the air, and pointed to the gonfanon of Lotharingia.

”Most gracious Majesties, lord nobles of Lotharingia, I hereby open the….” and he was interrupted by the door of the hall who slowly opened. As De Croÿ continued, people in the back of the room turned around and began to whisper as a delegation came in. As the delegation walked to the front of the hall, De Croÿ lost the attention of everyone. The delegation stopped in front of the table where De Croÿ, Anna, and prominent members of the Church and the nobility were sitting. De Croÿ moved his arms on both sides, trying to get a quiet room before he addressed the newly arrived group.

”This better be important… we are in the middle of a session…”

Éléanore bowed slightly to Anna and other members of the Church. ”It is important, my Lords. I present to you my brother… Philippe du Berry.”