THIRTY-THREE.
Podolie
2 January 1570 – 1 January 1578
I.
2 January 1570 – 24 December 1572
The enhanced security measures that were put in place against the East Franks were paying some fairly significant dividends—as, indeed, were the more generous salary packages mandated for bureaucrats and civil servants under the
Kráľ. There were few foreign operatives who were able to make any headway among the people who knew anything of importance of Moravia’s internal affairs—and those who did usually didn’t get very far before being discovered.
On the other hand, Moravian officials were able to glean quite a bit from the East Frankish operatives that they’d captured. For example: the depletion of the stocks of European beaver in the west was creating a difficult situation for the luxury tailors and hatters that relied on the pelts of such animals. This information was quickly and effectively relayed northward to the Kola Protectorate, and the Sámi hunters who still made their livings from trapping and hunting were able to make a tidy little profit over their increased share of that particular market.
After the glorious victory over the Hamadanis in 1563, the Army of Moravia experienced a groundswell of enthusiasm. The Moravian state had become, in the eyes of many Orthodox Christians, once more a bastion of the faith, and a rigorous defender of oppressed and beleaguered Christians in troubled and vulnerable parts of the world. The armed forces had somewhat capitalised on this development, and by 1570, recruits were flooding in from across the country.
Crown Prince Otakar was given the opportunity to inspect one such recruitment centre, in the far eastern province of Maramoroš. He went in person to view the premises and interview some of the new recruits. But the locals caught wind of his visit. The lieutenant in charge of the recruits in Siget told the Crown Prince:
‘You may get a rather… unpleasant visit during your stay here. I’ve advised your detail to pay attention to calls from a certain
lady—I use the term
quite loosely in her case—who may call upon you to complain of our activities here.’
‘Who is this lady?’
‘No one you need be concerned with,
môj Pán,’ the lieutenant said stiffly. ‘To say it straight: she is a wretched, disreputable woman, a stain upon her noble house and a polluted blot of the old blood.’
‘I believe,’ Otakar reminded the lieutenant bracingly, ‘I asked for her name, not for her
résumé.’
The lieutenant sighed. ‘Her name is Nadeža Rusnaková,’ he said. ‘The family is eminently respectable here in Siget, but the lady herself has proven…
flexible. For some reason the recruiting in these parts upsets her. I have no idea why: given the way she behaves, one would think a parade of sharp, single young men marching through would excite her in the opposite way.’
Otakar had had rather enough of the lieutenant’s insinuations, and dismissed him to his work.
For the most part, Otakar was impressed with what he saw of the operations in Siget, and to him it seemed that the recruiters made sure that the new enlistees were given the appropriate equipment, arms and rations before being sent off to the nearest training-grounds. But true enough, on the eighth day of his stay he was approached by a local noblewoman, who introduced herself with the Rusnaková surname.
Otakar looked her over curiously. She was about ten years his senior, and possessed a
coiffure of bright copper hair. She dropped a courtesy at once she saw him.
‘
Môj Pán, if I might beg your patience, I would have some words with you.’
Otakar tried his best not to let the lieutenant’s illustration of her character colour his own impressions. ‘Certainly, lady. What is on your mind?’
‘The young men you have going off to train for the army,’ said Rusnaková, ‘are needed here, closer to home, organising our local defences. Whenever you and your father go off to war, I tell you, it’s Maramoroš which suffers, every time.’
‘Suffers? How so?’
Rusnaková spread her hands. ‘We are not exactly known as the wealthiest region in the kingdom,
Pán. We depend upon sparse crops, grown in inhospitable soil. The young men you seem intent to draw off into military careers in Olomouc or Pardubice or Budějovice or wherever, are the sole means of sustenance for many of our elderly. And, we being a border county, we additionally have some problems when foreign armies ride through.’
‘Surely there are enough middle-aged men in Siget,’ said Otakar. ‘Why insist upon the younger ones?’
Rusnaková narrowed her eyes. ‘Who says I
insist upon
any?’
Otakar shrugged. The red-headed woman put a hand to her brow.
‘What have you heard? Actually, no, don’t tell me. I think I can guess.’
‘If you can guess,’ Otakar ventured as gently as he could, ‘then you can tell me the reason why?’
Nadeža Rusnaková gave the Crown Prince a long, hard stare, as though wondering how far she could trust him. Eventually she opened her mouth. ‘I imagine it is said of me,’ she told him, ‘that my morals in this matter are wanting. That I am a… Jezebel; a seductress; a
vamp, intent upon sating my bestial desires with all and sundry of the male sex. Is that about the shape of it?’
Otakar shrugged again.
‘I was thirteen,’ she said, ‘when Moravia was at war with Pomerania. To most men in your position, I would imagine, it would have been thought an “easy war”. But to us here it was not so. We do not have the sort of fortifications one finds in Olomouc or Brassel. The Pomeranians came through. They took everything. They…’
She cut herself off, swallowed hard, steeled herself visibly, and went on.
‘I made the mistake of speaking up. Of protesting their thievery. About twenty Pomeranian soldiers lay hold of me, took me off into a barn, and—’ She broke off. Her voice after that took on a detached note. ‘—Well. Let’s just say no respectable man wanted anything to do with me after that.’
Otakar gasped. ‘Oh, God. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’
‘Nothing you could have done about it at the time,’ Rusnaková spoke matter-of-factly. ‘You’d have been—what, a toddler? But if it helps you to consider the plight of Maramoroš now, it will have been worth telling you.’
As far as Otakar was concerned, her tale of woe had the ring of truth to it. But he still observed Nadeža Rusnaková closely for some time afterwards. Reputation is a very strange thing indeed: he found no evidence of her being the sort of woman of habitually loose morals implied by his lieutenant. On the other hand, he did see quite a bit of evidence that she was closely invested in matters touching upon her region and her people. She gave money quite frequently and quite generously at the Church. She treated her own bowers with respect and courtesy. And she continued to lodge her protests of the recruitment policies in Siget with dogged determination despite the vicious rumours that continued to surround her. Otakar had to admire such constancy.
And then he thought of another person, maligned by fate, who was of a similar bent of mind and habit.
‘Lady Rusnaková,’ said Otakar when he chanced upon her again, ‘there’s someone I would like you to meet, the next time you’re in Olomouc.’
Kráľ Tomáš 2. had had to replace Vladimír z Rožmberka fairly soon after his gaining office. Although the court was (reluctantly) willing to countenance an Austrian nobleman with a German name in the
Kráľ’s inner council, the bishops were insistent on the replacement of the resident ‘Papist’. As it happened, there was another young Czech from Praha who had a similar knack for fortifications as Blahoslav the Bosnian had once had: Siloš Syrový. Syrový’s talents were brought to the king’s attention at the following meeting of the
Stavovské Zhromaždenie.
‘Siloš is,’ said Metropolitan Chvalimír of Pardubice, ‘a member in good standing of the Church. As such the Moravian Holy
Zbor has no objection to his appointment on religious grounds. However, the man is full young to be advising the
Kráľ on matters which touch the entire country.’
Kráľ Tomáš stifled a sigh. At times the
quid pro quos of politics in these chambers seemed endless. ‘Very well. What is it that we can do for you in return for your support?’
‘The Church can set a good example, but it is the State that must perform the works of mercy that need to accompany the faith. It would be well if there might be an estate outside of Velehrad, near the Archepiscopal See, that could house and clothe and feed the indigent of the whole county, and be made to assist the Church in her philanthropic works.’
Tomáš therefore gave the order to begin clearing the grounds and laying the foundations for a monastic farm estate near the historic capital of Velehrad, in the county of Brno. And in return, he got Siloš on his council.
‘
Môj Kráľ,’ Siloš spoke excitedly as soon as he was summoned into the council chambers, heaving two heaping armfuls of chart scrolls and papers on the central table, ‘I have a number of ideas for improving Olomouc—not only her defences, but her
entire façade! The city is indeed grand, but look—there are ways we can make her even grander!’
The Czech’s youthful enthusiasm soon met with the
Kráľ’s approval as he went over the plans that Siloš had laid out. Marketplace, warehouses, blacksmiths, barracks, guild-halls, churches, even green commons—he had plans to improve them all. Obviously, only a small part of these plans would be able to be put into motion during the coming year. But there was no reason a solid start couldn’t be made.
‘All those new recruits we rounded up from Maramoroš,’ the
Kráľ said. ‘I think we need them now.’
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‘What are you doing with those men?’ Nadeža Rusnaková asked the military man who was supervising the construction of a block of new warehouses near the German quarter.
‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ asked the large, tow-headed
zbrojnoš irritably.
‘It looks like you’re wasting their abilities, and using them as a menial
corvée!’ Nadeža put her hands on her hips. ‘These men deserve much better treatment from you!’
‘And who are you to tell me how to command my men?’ the
zbrojnoš turned toward the Rusin woman. However, he was at once stricken by the fair face that greeted him, framed by a coppery red
coiffure.
‘I am a noblewoman of their land of origin,’ Rusnaková answered him. ‘And I shall not leave here until I am satisfied that the well-being of my countrymen is being assured.’
The
zbrojnoš crossed his shoulders. ‘And how might I endeavour to satisfy you, lady?’
The Crown Prince came running up behind her, a bit winded. ‘There you are, Artemie! I wanted to introduce you to—ah. But I see you’ve already met.’
‘Not formally,’ said Artemie.
‘Well then. In that case: Artemie Štefánik, allow me to make Nadeža Rusnaková known to you. Nadeža; Artemie.’
A bow and a courtesy later, Artemie turned to Otakar. ‘This is the same woman you wrote to me of?’
‘The one and only.’
‘The Crown Prince speaks very highly of you, milady,’ Artemie said politely. ‘I can tell he was right about how keen your sense of justice is.’
Nadeža looked sceptically from one best friend back to the other. ‘I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, then.’
Artemie bowed to the Rusin noblewoman. ‘I’ll give these men a break from their detail, and we can work to correct that particular injustice, then.’
Nadeža flashed a dimpling smile. ‘I can’t see any objecting to that.’