Book I - Chapter 6
Chapter 6 – Knocking on Death’s Door
23rd April 1457
Friedrich lay in his bed, clearly weak. The Doctor bent over him, feeling his head. He shook his own head and stood back up. Turning to the nearest man, who happened to be Christian, he spoke his diagnosis.
“There is no way he will live through the day. He had been aging quickly, yet the illness was the final straw. It is far too late to bleed the illness out of him with leeches, which is what I would ordinarily have done. I would advise that someone get his son in here. Oftentimes, the dying is made easier if there are Kin. Seeing as he has no other family remaining in the Kingdom to survive him, his son must come in.”
Christian nodded and turned to Pavol. Both men were fighting back tears, but Pavol slowly nodded and left the room. He returned some time later, no one had spoken since he left. The Doctor was no longer in the room; instead he had chosen to wait in the corridor outside with the Priests. The King’s son Joachim followed Pavol into the room and shut the door tenderly behind him. Joachim was in his middle years by this time, being about 35, and had seen much death earlier on in life as part of the King’s guard. There were no tears in his eyes. The only way one could tell his father was dying was the tough set of his jaw.
He walked slowly over to his Father’s bedside and slipped his own hands into his father’s. He remained like that for some time, just looking over his father mournfully. There were still no tears, but his face was noticeably softer than when he had entered. When he spoke, Pavol and Christian both jumped, “Father? It is me, Joachim. I am here for you.”
Friedrich’s eyes opened a crack and a small, weak smile came over his face. “My son, tell me. How are you?”
“I am well dear father, but I am afraid you are not.”
“Ahh, you noticed,” the smile made a faint attempt to grow strong, but the King was overcome by a fit of coughing. It took several minutes to pass, which everyone else spent in respectful silence. Eventually, the King was strong enough to talk again, “Son, tell me of the last days of my Kingdom. Tell me of my people.”
Joachim smiled and, still cupping his father’s hand in his hand, relayed the story of the past months of the Kingdom. His father’s eyes shut and the smile came back to his face as his son spoke.
By September, the negotiations were over and Poland had agreed to a marriage of the royal families. No longer was the Eastern border of Brandenburg threatened by a power that could not be contained.
Poland and Brandenburg conclude a Royal marriage, securing the Eastern border.
During October and right through to November, the King’s prediction about Bohemia had come true, and the Emperor Leopold VIII Wilhelm had restored the provinces to their rightful owner, except for Lausitz.
The very last few months of the King’s reign had been spent planning the war that his Kingdom knew was brewing. A war of expansion on the western front. Now that the East, the South and the North were controlled by friends and allies there was no valid reason to expand in those directions. That left pushing into the very heart of the Empire in a search for more lands for his people. Unfortunately, the illness had claimed him as he was preparing and it had all come to nought. The plans remained in great detail in his study – Joachim had seen them, but Friedrich would never see them come to fruition.
Joachim might though.
The reign of King Joachim I begins on 24th April 1457.