Chapter 5: Protection through Victory
“Why do regents always have to scheme? Do they not know that if they increase their own power at my expense they are only dooming themselves to destruction and that I cannot defend them because they took away that ability?”
-Sigismund I, exasperated by the actions done by King Innocentios I of Greece while serving as his regent
“Ist reich zeit.”
-A Greek soldier in horrible German, just before the Reich liberation of northern Hibernia
Despite the death of their Kaiser, the Romans managed to not only halt the Mongol advance but also destroyed the second invasion force and captured its commander, Khutula Borjigin. At one point Temur Khan sent a peace offer to Sigismund demanding the Reich’s complete surrender and annexation, even as the Lord of Asia’s armies had been utterly annihilated and the imperial legions had liberated much of Provincia Taurica-Alania from the barbarians. The regent simply laughed and dismissed the diplomat.
Eventually, it was Temur Khan who was forced to surrender, and status quo was enforced.
Soon after Siegfried’s funeral, eleven-year-old Sigismund was crowned Kaiser of Rome in Constantinople by the Ecumenical Patriarch. Around that time, the Slavic High Priest called a crusade for Poland, though almost nobody wanted to join him.
Sigismund had been raised by his uncle Wilhelm. The succession would have gone smoothly in the five years he needed a regent had there not been any schemers. The one that he and his father picked out, one who was proven to be utterly loyal to Siegfried and Sigismund, was quickly disposed of by malicious forces within the imperial government; Siegfried’s spymaster, who was sent to replace the regent, was disposed of in a similar fashion, and the next spymaster refused to become regent. A Jewish man named Amram was appointed as regent. Soon after his appointment to the regency, Sigismund noticed money disappearing from the treasury, though there was no proof linking Amram to the thefts.
Uncle Wilhelm was then appointed regent after Amram was dismissed, but he was similarly dismissed by more powerful members of the administration, though he was not killed, and ordered to command the invasion force sent to liberate Hibernia and Caledonia from the Mexica. The man who replaced him was King Innocentios I “the Gentle” of Greece, a known schemer. Once regent, he proceeded to reduce the authority of the throne and increased his own power. Some protested this, but none dared to act against him.
Some modern historians argue that had the Queen Mother not intervened at that moment and dismissed Innocentios from his position as regent, Innocentios likely would have seized the throne for himself after fully reducing the power of the Kaiser and assassinating Sigismund, whom he referred to in his private diaries as “that little rascal who always gets in the way of my rightful ambitions—and the throne.” The result would have been disastrous—the vassals would be rulers in their own right, with their obligations to the Kaiser minimal. This would allow the Reich to easily fall apart from internal and external pressures.
On 1264, Ocuil Acatl agreed to a surrender, and Caledonia and half of Hibernia were liberated from the Mexica barbarians. A week after the surrender, the Persians invaded Mesopotamia. Four months later, the Norse invaded Provincia Germania. The Reich legions, though they had suffered heavy casualties from the liberation of Caledonia, managed to destroy the small Persian forces sent to seize Baghdad, and the Zoroastrian Moabadan-Moabad was forced to agree to a white peace. A month later, the Slavic High Priest agreed to a white peace as well, with almost no battles having occurred.
Alarmed at the Queen Mother inability to prevent Sigismund from declaring such suicidal wars, the government dismissed her from the regency, replacing her with Amram, who was now spymaster as well. Peace was signed with the Persians.
The Ecumenical Patriarch, Tryphon III, died on 10 August 1265.
While much of the imperial legions were busy fighting the Norse, who had already pushed into central Germany and threatened the imperial capital of Berlin itself, the West African High Priest called a crusade for Andalusia. The Malian Empire immediately launched an invasion of Provincia Mauretania, which was ruled by a Malian West African king loyal to the Reich.
Finally, Sigismund came of age on 21 November 1267. His first course of action was to convene the Imperial Diet, where the kings, dukes, patriarchs, caliphs, and popes of the Reich gathered to vote on things, thought their power was severely limited. All Reich vassals (except Innocentios) supported a motion to repeal Innocentios’s reduction of imperial authority, once again granting the Kaiser complete power over the Reich and his vassals. He forgave Amram for his embezzlement of funds from the imperial treasury, but he was less forgiving towards King Innocentios of Greece. The selfish king had his royal titles revoked, reducing him to a duke, and the Kingdoms of Greece and Cyprus were granted to a member of the Palaiologos family, which was shown to be more loyal to Sigismund.
In the summer of 1267, Sigismund managed to secure peace deals with both the Norse and the Malians. Status quo was enforced. Sigismund ordered triumphs to be held in Constantinople and Berlin to celebrate the victories over the pagans.
In the summer of 1268, Sigismund married Irmgard, a noblewoman, and ordered a grand tournament to be held.
The next year, Sigismund embarked on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, which was a rite of passage for all Kaisers upon ascending the throne.
In 1273, a son was born to Sigismund, and he was named Friedrich Augustin. Later that year, Sigismund and his steward ordered a trading expedition to be set up with Abyssinia, allowing him to normalize relations with the Jewish empire. He and Emperor Oromo I became close friends during the trade negotiations.
Sigismund returned from Abyssinia with an alliance and a trade route established. The new trade route would help revive the older one established by Saint Wilhelmina over a hundred years ago when she befriended Samrat Chakravartin Jayasimha I “Rama,” the founder of the modern united Indian nation.
Once home, he noticed that the Norse had launched an invasion of Ulster under the justification of a “holy war,” meaning that if the Norse defeated the Mexica first they would seize a significant portion of Hibernia for themselves and regain a foothold in the British Isles, something which they had not accomplished in two hundred years. Sigismund had been taught of the days of the Third Crusade, when Friedrich the Great and his Catholic Holy Roman Empire had invaded England after the Norseman Harald Hardrada subjugated it, William I de Normandie conquered it from Harald (and then converted to the Norse faith), and the Fylkir conquered the whole thing in the chaos and converted all of the English and Anglo-Saxons to Norse. Nobody wanted a return to those days. So Sigismund ordered an invasion of occupied Hibernia to begin at once.
The British legions, commanded by King Wolfgang I von Habsburg of Bavaria and Sigismund’s Uncle Wilhelm were deployed to Ireland. Attacking from Wales, Caledonia, and liberated Hibernia, the legions attacked everything remotely Mexica they could find, laying siege to Dublin before the Norse attacked the legion there, wanting to claim Dublin for themselves. Technically, the Norse and Germans were also at war with each other, but an actual war was never declared between them.
The war lasted a few months, with the Norse having already done much of the hard work by destroying much of the Mexica defense force but preventing the Romans from seizing total victory by attacking the legions. Eventually, Ocuil Acatl surrendered to Sigismund; he was getting old and could not command troops as effectively as he did twenty years ago. Both the Norse and Mexica were expelled from Ulster, leaving just Leinster and Dublin under direct Mexica control. Some commanders in the imperial legions wanted to finish off the Mexica once and for all and break the truce, but Sigismund convinced then not to, as “Romans are the civilized ones.”
Immediately after the liberation of Ulster was completed, the Slavic High Priest called another crusade for Poland. Nobody helped him, as expected.
A year later, the Slavic “crusade” was crushed, with minimal casualties on either side. To prevent such a pointless war from breaking out again, Sigismund forced the Slavic High Priest to swear fealty to him and gave him the city of Tirgoviste to “rule” over (though under effective house arrest like the Kohen Gadol).
Meanwhile in Dublin…
Zipactonal rushed to his father’s personal quarters with all of the best Mexica physicians he could find following him.
His father, Ocuil Acatl, the mighty conqueror who once defeated the Reich’s legions at will, was finally dying.
He made his way to the bedside, where Ocuil Acatl lay dying. The old conquistador was scarred from the many battles he had fought against the Reich and the Norse. His breathing was labored. Several times Zipactonal thought he was dead before he was.
“My son,” gasped Ocuil Acatl.
“Yes, father?” replied Zipactonal.
“Promise me you will fulfill our ancestor’s vows—to crush the Norsemen. Promise me that you will make the Fylkir tremble in fear at your name. Promise me that my legacy will be continued.”
“Yes, father.”
Ocuil Acatl smiled weakly. “Good.”
He pushed a piece of paper towards Zipactonal. “The Norse faith is much different from the one our ancestors encountered in the frozen north centuries ago. They are more united and strong. We must do the same with our faith, lest we abandon the old ways and lose that which makes us truly Mexica. On this piece of paper is a dispatch from the High Priest of the Temple of Huitzilopochtli in Tenochtitlan, which details numerous reforms to our faith. They will make our beliefs and our gods stronger, strong enough to defeat the Norsemen we were sent here by the Huey-tlatoani to destroy.”
“I will do as you command, father.”
Ocuil Acatl spoke no more. He closed his eyes and passed on into the afterlife.
Meanwhile in Cemanahuac…
Zolin trudged through the thick jungle, his jaguar pelt used as crude camouflage. His battalion was supposed to attack a Tawatinsuyu military base in Darien and free the Nahua prisoners there, in the process helping to halt the Quechua advance into southern Cemanahuac. The air was hot and heavy, and he could barely breathe. His sword felt heavier than usual.
Of course, the Quechuas had to attack at that moment.
There was a shout, and the man in front of him collapsed, a thunder-stick projectile embedded in his heart.
As the rest of his battalion collapsed and the Quechuas moved to capture him, Zolin sensed there was something different about this Tawatinsuyu force. For one, there were among them yellow-skinned men from a tribe he did not know. They spoke an unknown language, and their thunder-sticks looked slightly more advanced than the Tawatinsuyu ones. They made frequent references to “Da Jin,” which was probably the name of their tribe.
Then they hit him on the head, and he blacked out.