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Thank you for the updates. Manufactories spawning in Perm seems unusual and will make Western Europe play catch up. Is that the most unusual site of a spawning in this game? Who are the big colonizers and are Africa, East Indies and Australia being colonized?
 
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That War of the Moravian Succession is looking increasingly inevitable. Maybe the Hlinka should deal with that by sending an unofficial embassy (to assassinate Dobroslava)?

The better relationship with the ERE is good.

The Pope's decrees about the Americas mean even less in this timeline than in OTL...

Mojmir is a competent commander and he has a good eye for talent, but I think he lacks the stones to order a young woman's assassination, however politically-inept, stupid and callous she might be. (Also, I don't think I had a big enough spy network in Ruthenia to pull off something as drastic as a change in succession...)

And yeah, the Pope favouring the Brits in a contest with the Muslims is kind of pathetic and irrelevant, innit? Hmm...


Thank you for the updates. Manufactories spawning in Perm seems unusual and will make Western Europe play catch up. Is that the most unusual site of a spawning in this game? Who are the big colonizers and are Africa, East Indies and Australia being colonized?

You know, this is one of the most fun things about alternate history.

In this game, the Protestants are johnny-come-latelies, and instead it's Islam which is the vanguard of the material forces of modernity! It's like being dumped into a Donald Westlake or Dick Francis book from the late 70s or early 80s when Westerners were briefly worried about Muslim sheikhs taking control of the commanding heights on account of their oil wealth.

The Byzantine Empire still exists, and therefore we don't have Dutch bankers. Financial power is still held largely among Arabic states on the Indian Ocean. Spain was never reconquered by the Catholics, and therefore the first colonies in the New World, the first transatlantic empires, were founded by Andalusian and Catalan Moors. Primitive accumulation, enclosures, mobile landless workforces and demand for cheap textiles didn't magically combine in a Britain still ruled by the Welsh; so instead we see manufactories and textile mills on the Kama River in the Urals, built by politically-nervous Muslim Bashkirs.

Sorry for the slow pace of updates recently. I'm currently working on another writing project (non-fiction, present-day concerns) that is eating up a lot of my time. I haven't forgotten about Thin Wedge, but please expect maybe like 1-2 updates a month for the next few months, instead of 2 or so updates a week.
 
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Act I Chapter Fifty-Four
FIFTY-FOUR.
A Well-Grounded Practice
4 February 1650 – 24 February 1654

The following years were ones in which the nobles of Moravia and Bohemia were to regard as halcyon. Mojmír 2. went from being a distrusted figure among the old families and great houses of the realm—a runny-nosed upstart from a barely-noble military family, and not one in good odour with the Church, either—to being a beloved one.

Patching up relations with the nobility was, indeed, high on the list of Mojmír and his queen. It would be nonsense to pretend that the revelations about Mojmír’s… unfortunate parentage and humble origins hadn’t been damaging. To that end, Kráľovná Svietlana had exercised her overabundant social energy, bubbly extraversion and reserves of untapped diplomatic talent in order to host a well-received series of royal state dinners. And she had subtly encouraged her husband to make some concessions to certain Silesian families (most notably the Stiborovci and the Rychnovských-Lehnice) on trade issues.

Those concessions had not come without cost. Permitting the Silesian border nobles to collect duties on goods inbound from the north had upset quite a few town merchants in Praha and elsewhere, who suddenly found certain new bureaucratic barriers standing in the way of trade to the north. The issue was, predictably and much to the chagrin of the Kráľ, raised at the next regular meeting of the Stavovské Zhromaždenie.

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In order to keep the bourgeoisie sweet, then, Mojmír 2. had relented to a general sale of Crown lands at which the notables of the town would be given advantageous prices. Naturally, the nobility made no significant objection to this plan either, and many of the old families availed themselves of the opportunity to reclaim titles that they had forfeited as many as fifty to a hundred years back (yet the memory of whose ownership of such had lasted with acute piquancy).

It was well-done to keep the townsfolk satisfied, and the merchants in particular, because Moravian brokers would soon discover that they had a new and unexpected competitor in the production of glass.

The same Bashkir Tarkhan, Rateg 3., who had seen fit to build up mills and manufactories on the chilly rivers of his realm, had taken to experimenting with new methods of doping glass. Mass-produced Bashkortostani lead crystal was now a commercial product with a commanding presence in European markets. Although the quality of it couldn’t yet be said to match that of Bohemian crystal, it was still—much to the chagrin of glass-brokers in Praha and Pardubice—appearing in quantity. Glass prices plummeted. Many glass brokers on the Bohemian-Silesian range were kept afloat during those years largely on rents from the lands they’d recently bought or rented from the king.

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There were a number of incidents of industrial espionage and sabotage that took place in the Moravian towns in the early 1650s, leading the king to institute a stricter home policy. But the Moravians gave as good as they got. Even though the East Geats attempted, with some small success, to foment discord among the disaffected bourgeoisie in the towns, Olomouc responded by turning rural folk in East Francia against their masters.

Also, Mojmír 2. instituted, in response to the Bashkir industrial rush as well as to the covert actions up and down the western frontier, a policy of deliberate investment from state coffers in existing mills and cottage manufactures in certain villages in the Ores, in Praha itself, and in Lehnice and Olomouc. And he handed to the nobles an added incentive to increase the import duties on Bashkortostani glass wares. It was hoped that these changes would, while not diminishing the quality of Bohemian handicraft, supplement its presence on the market with goods that could outcompete the Islamic wares arriving from the East. This move was not without its critics, including among some diplomats, who warned that the state should not be in the business of… well, business.

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Between the loss of free export privileges to the Silesian nobility on the one hand, and the flooding of European markets with cheap Bashkortostani glass on the other, the blow to the political prestige of the middle class was palpable. Towns all across the Western half of Great Moravia, as well as Bratislava, reeled from it. Men who once prided themselves on being ‘self-made’ (not that, in God’s eyes, there is any such thing) now had to depend to a significant degree on handouts from Olomouc… and demean themselves appropriately before their social betters. It was largely considered owing only to the investment of several more farsighted merchants into agricultural investments that the Bohemian towns and Bratislava weathered those years with any semblance of their former dignity.

Several of these Modelové usadlosti—agrarian estates organised on industrial principles, supported by direct investments from the Crown—were instituted in the Bohemian lands. The first and most important of these usadlosti was established at Veselý Kopec in the Pardubice region. Mojmír 2. and Svietlana went in person to preside over the Church’s blessing of the project and to oversee the first breaking of the ground at Veselý Kopec; even though the usadlosti would not reach full capacity for at least another five years.

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‘Let it be shown to the world,’ said the Kráľ portentiously, ‘that we in Moravia have not forgotten the vocation to which man was called by God from the beginning of the world: to fill the earth and subdue it, to help it bring forth every green plant that is good to eat. If God so wills it, may each of these usadlosti become a garden wherein the labour of man is so requited.’

The first furrow was therefore dug, to great pomp and ceremony.

In 1652 the Carpathian Empire suffered one of its perennial rebellious paroxysms. The Rising of 1652 was noteworthy for the fact that its leader, Daniel Podmanický, managed to besiege and capture the (recently returned to Carpathian rule) major market town of Pest and make it the headquarters of his rebellion for a time. That time was fairly short, as in the summer of that year, the Kapitálová Armáda under Totil z Husi’s command arrived outside Pest to reinforce a Carpathian countersiege. In the battle that followed, the rebellion was completely wiped out and Podmanický himself killed. Általánosnő Vlastimila was, once again, quite properly grateful to her northern neighbour for the timely assistance.

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On the fourth of August, 1653, Drahoslav Jesenský died.

It was little wonder—the Jewish diplomat’s health had not been good for years, as he had been worked to the bone and then some. But Jesenský was only fifty-six years old at the time of his passing, and there were whispers and suspicions within the inner Zhromaždenie that he had been the victim of foul play. It was well known that the Church had never wholly approved of Jesenský’s position, and the man had made quite a few enemies at court… not least of whom were the military men who had been stationed at Martin, and who had never forgotten the time that Jesenský had made a fool of them.

Even so, if there was anything at all unnatural in Jesenský’s death, no solid proof of such was ever presented—at least, none that made it out of the Zhromaždenie and into the history-books.

Jesenský’s remains were sent back to Vrutký with high state honours. The Jewish community there interred him as they would do a favourite native son. They had flourished there, in no small part thanks to the reflected glory of being associated with a great statesman in Olomouc. Whatever quarrels any of his neighbours might have had with him, they were all thrown out of balance by the good that the man had done for them, and long put aside when Dovid ben Ašer Šulc was borne home.

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The two remaining members of the Inner Zhromaždenie, the closest men in Mojmír 2.’s confidence, were: a city Sámi named Lásse Gáski (also called Eustach after the Slavic equivalent of the name, a direct patrilineal descendant of Vulle) who headed the Pokladňa; and a Bohemian, Ladomír Purkyně (a nephew of Bohumil who made his fortune in trade rather than in the military). Mojmír was none too happy about this state of affairs. Both of the two men were competent within their sphere but also distinctly minor talents, and each of them seemed to hate the other with a slow-burning, grudging but no less poisonous passion. Mojmír wasn’t able to tell if this was simply the old bigotry and mistrust that Bohemians and city Sámit had of one another, or whether there was some more personal reason for the animosity… and at this point he didn’t care. He knew he would either have to sack one or the other soon, or else find a third voice to countervail in the inner council.

The one bright spot of courtly life in which Mojmír could take comfort after Jesenský’s death, was the fact that the military was in high colour these days. The Armáda was resoundingly respected throughout Europe and hailed within Moravia. In large part this was owing to the legacy that Vojtech Mansfeld had left them… the tactical manuals that had made Moravian commanders broadly feared upon the field of battle. The glory of the army had reflected broadly onto the life of the court, and it was rare that any official function would pass for long without several toasts being lifted to ‘the righteous and God-fearing Moravian Army’. Of course, there were some logistical problems that this entailed as well. But these were good problems to have.

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‘It would be well, vaše Veličenstvo,’ said Totil z Husi to the Kráľ, ‘if we could establish permanent kasární in each of the four traditional Karo towns plus Košice. We have been inundated with enlistment petitions and we simply can’t process them all on the traditional temporary quarterments. If you could authorise such a change…?’

Mojmír nodded. ‘Happily, Totil. Happily indeed! We shall clear the grounds for such a kasárne here in Olomouc at once, and then we will have Lásse send out couriers to ensure that the other Karo towns and Košice follow suit.’

The project of establishing permanent kasární at Brassel, Praha, Krakov and Košice went off without a hitch. Mojmír decided not to push his luck, though: after all of the other investments he’d made recently he wasn’t about to offer financial incentives he didn’t have to bolster enlistment further. Instead, he made sure that Lásse Gáski kept him aware of the developments at the new farm estate in Pardubice, and the similar investments they’d made at Budějovice. The Bashkirs would not control the glass trade forever—not if the Moravian king had anything to say about it.

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Mojmir seems to be in a much better position. Does that make a war of succession less likely?
 
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Act I Chapter Fifty-Five
FIFTY-FIVE.
Medium Roast

25 May 1654 – 19 June 1657

Wojen 2. Rychnovský and his consort Anet passed away within two days of each other, during the Nativity Fast of 1653: he had been just shy of sixty, and she, seventy-three. In concession to historical practice, having been lovers for so much of their lives and their mutual devotion only ever having deepened with time, the Sorbified-Moravian ruler and his common-born Sorbian consort were buried together, wrapped naked in the same shroud, placed side-by-side in the same coffin, and buried in the same grave. They were interred in the churchyard of the Cerkej Symeona Čwódownej Hory in the town of Drježdźany—the first Orthodox rulers to be buried there, in fact, since the committal of Hrabja Petrus Obodritovec to the same churchyard soil over two hundred years before.

The Voivodeship of Dresden (or rather to say, the Wójwodstwo Drježdźany after the local usage) fell to Wojen and Anet’s eldest son, Mnata—being the second Sorbian ruler of that name, he was dubbed Wójwoda Mnata 2. Mnata had remained a bachelor (though hardly one aloof from the ladyfolk of the court) practically until his parents were on their deathbeds; they had the satisfaction before departing this life of seeing him wed, bed and breed with a fresh-faced sixteen-year-old débutante of the old Fojtsko nobility, Róžmarja z Pławno. Neither of them lived to see Róžmarja give birth to a healthy young boy, named Uściech, early in 1654.

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Mnata presided over the consolidation of model farm estates throughout Drježdźany, taking after the Moravian model but with significantly more stringent state oversight. These experiments in large-scale agriculture touched off a broad embrace of cottage-manufactory production techniques and processes, making Drježdźany one of the more economically-advanced states in Europe east of the Elbe. But it did come at a significant cost: namely, pauperisation and a further entrenchment of serfdom. The sacrifices that the Sorbian state demanded of its populace fell largely on poor and rural shoulders… something which Mnata’s mother certainly would not have approved.

Another innovation found its way into Drježdźany… and then into Praha… and then into Olomouc.

Mojmír 2. Hlinka paid a visit to one of these new houses in Olomouc, which (so rumour had it) served a fragrant, stimulating beverage called káva. Coming in through the door, Mojmír was at once greeted by a pungent atmosphere. Soft upholstered chairs in chintz patterns were placed around low, flat tables. In the centres of these tables were set water-pipes, from which multiple patrons could indulge at once… and occasionally board-games such as chess or checkers or backgammon. A low buzz of conversation met the Moravian king’s ears, as did strains of pipe and lute music which had a distinctly Saracen flavour. Clearly this káva-house was not selling merely a beverage but also something of a full sensory experience. With a bit of reluctance at this display of sensual indulgence, Mojmír took a seat in one of the soft chintz chairs.

The proprietor of the establishment came out at once and gave a low obsequious bow, and then one of the servitors behind him produced a small cup with some ground spices in the bottom, and a small, long-spouted silver dallah from which the same strong, pungent, rich and strangely-enticing waft arose that suffused the whole shop. The servitor also gave a deep bow to the Moravian king, and poured delicately from the dallah into the tiny porcelain cup in front of him.

Despite the appetising smell, the liquid produced by the silver pot looked distinctly unappealing to the king. It was dark, opaque… and it was followed by a sort of wet sediment that was almost devilishly black. Still, both the servitor and the proprietor watched expectantly as Mojmír raised the cup to his grey-moustached lips.

A distinct furrow of displeasure formed at once on the king’s face as he took his first taste, and he very nearly plunged the cup back down forcibly whence it came. But this furrow smoothed itself out as the liquid rolled around on the king’s tongue, and as he gulped it back, the cup found its way back up for another sip. Then another. Then another.

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Káva wasn’t a pleasant taste to the king, at least not at first. It was damned bitter, in fact. But once down, it left a rich and fragrant aftertaste which was by no means unpleasant. And the vapour of the stuff rose almost at once to the mind—freshening it, making it clear, alert, attentive. Colour and light stood out more boldly and vividly to the king as he drank more of it. Mojmír Hlinka was not slow to grasp the charm of the stimulating, mind-altering brew, and the káva in his little cup quickly drained down, until all that was left at the bottom was a smear of the black sediment and its sweet-spicy cardamom lacing.

‘My compliments indeed, Mister ibn Azafar,’ the king raised the empty cup to the proprietor of the shop.

‘By all means, vaše Veličenstvo,’ said the portly Mozarab with an obsequious little flourish, ‘if it so please you, do enjoy some more!’

Again the dallah tipped, and his cup was refilled with the black stuff. This time, Mojmír sipped slowly, thoughtfully, enjoying the pace and wandering of his alerted mind and heightened senses as he did so. As he looked a couple of tables over, he saw several officers of the Kapitálová Armáda enjoying their tokes at a central water-pipe. His eyes caught a detail he might have missed were it not for the effects of the káva.

‘Lásse,’ said Mojmír, ‘what is the meaning of those bandoleers and buckles? Those aren’t regulation.’

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Lásse Gáski, who had accompanied the royal party to the kaviareň, leaned over, examined where Mojmír was looking, and answered: ‘They are… regimental devices, vaše Veličenstvo. You will remember from our budget meeting last week that we saved a nice little sum on our usual military expenses.’

‘I do remember.’

‘I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit for that,’ Lásse offered diffidently. ‘The army has been rather… shall we say, feeling its oats recently. Moravian tactics are considered superior to those of any other nation in Europe. And every plukovník wants to be seen as the best of the best. Officers often dip into their own reserves to furnish such devices and top-line equipment for their men.’

Mojmír nodded approvingly. ‘A fine practice indeed!’

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All in all, Mojmír’s visit to a kaviareň proved most satisfactory. And as for the káva, the monarch did make something of a habit of drinking it each morning, to enjoy its alerting effect. And it wasn’t just the king! Kaviarne became particularly popular institutions in those years, with the rich black beverage being drunk most enthusiastically by the well-to-do townsmen of Bratislava.

It was quite the fad, this káva. There was a headlong rush of investment from Moravian traders as they sought to secure shares in the intoxicating, addictive African beans which were needed to make the brew. The káva boom lasted from 1654 to 1656, and it rather effectively restored the fortunes of a good several dozen families of Bratislava cheapmen and restaurantiers. However, the northern reaches of Bohemia and Silesia—Praha, Pardubice, Lehnice, Brassel, Chenciny and so on—were slow to embrace the new drink. Conservative Orthodox clergymen in those regions preached many a sermon in those years, on the perils of the Saracens’ snares, and of the dark intentions of the Devil hidden in the dregs.

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Not only Drježdźany, but numerous other nations were busily erecting their own water-powered mills and investing in spinning and glazing and grinding machines to mass-produce wares that had formerly been the preserve of handicraft and guild labour. The Kola Protectorate had begun mass-preserving the produce of their fisheries for export, and the East Franks were beginning to take advantage of their many rivers for the purposes of textile production.

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Manufactures were slower to take hold in Moravia. Ironically, this seemed to be because of rather than despite the recent political reforms undertaken by the Hlinka ruling house. It was relatively easy for a state like Drježdźany where the ruler was absolute and unhindered by any elected deliberative body, to embrace water-powered mechanical manufactures by simple diktat. But it was less so for a country like Moravia with its Stavovské Zhromaždenie, which included representatives from the guilds in the larger towns. And the guildsmen understood perfectly well what these new machines and mills portended for their livelihoods and status, and they resisted the construction of mills with all of their considerable political might—joining their power with clergy and with noblemen in non-riparian areas, who had their own reasons for opposing this sort of ‘progress’. The monasteries in Chenciny, which had been growing in both population and political clout for some time, and which were a centre of traditional artisan handicraft in their own right, formed a key nucleus of this resistance.

Two factors tipped the scales in favour of manufactures. And neither of them, in the short term, were good news for Moravia. The first was the death of one of the most stridently anti-manufacturing noblemen, General Pravoslav Pilchramb, who expired while leading an army exercise in the western marches of Bohemia. That was a signal blow to the guild-led legislative resistance. The second factor was that the Rus’ lands erupted into all-out war.

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The Russians have a term for this: пиздец.)

The remaining fragments of the old state of White Rus’ were once again set upon by the Galicians and Swedes from the west. To defend themselves, the Belarusians called upon the only allies they had left: the kingdom of Livonia. In turn, Livonia was attacked by Garderike, which had long sought to regain possession of their lands in the historical Beloozero Principality of Rus’. And both Great Rus’ and Bashkortostan in turn took advantage of Garderike’s attack on Livonia to counterinvade Garderike, for similar reasons.

There was no way that Moravia could stay on the sidelines of such a conflict for long, where nearly all of their eastern neighbours were involved. There was still some lingering sympathy for Belarus’ as the clear underdog in the fight, though most Moravians were squarely behind their historical brotherly relations with Great Ruthenia. To that effect, the military was called upon to shift their support toward manufactures, the better to assure strong and consistent supplies of warm woollen clothing and other logistical sundries. With a final push of financial incentives from the king, at last the Moravian kingdom embraced the new technology.

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Mojmír 2. in Olomouc, however, and Mnata 2. in Drježdźany, watched the situation to the east with worry. For Mnata, this was very much a family affair. Three of the five Russian states were ruled by Rychnovských of various branches, and he was very near in sympathy with one of them: to wit, Veliky Knyaz’ Vseslav 6. Rychnovský of Great Ruthenia. But Vseslav’s health was failing, and his singularly impolitic daughter stood poised to take the throne. It was unclear if he would survive the storm this three-way war was bringing upon all the Russias.
 
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Act I Chapter Fifty-Six
FIFTY-SIX.
The War of the Carpathian Succession

28 December 1657 – 31 January 1661

I.
28 December 1657 – 16 June 1659

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‘That’s good, that’s good. Davaj.’

Davaj,’ agreed Mnata.

Mnata 2. Rychnovsk‎ý and Elisei Anatoľevich Gorčakov brought the glasses to their mouths and with matching gestures tossed the fiery yellow damson slivovica down their throats. Mnata had met Elisei not far from his camp on the Galician frontier, before he would be ordered back to the front in Garderike; he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. Mnata 2. gave his head a firm shake as the liquor hit his sinuses, while the Ryazanian gave a loud gusty sigh of satisfaction.

‘Do you know,’ Elisei remarked, ‘this plum brandy of yours is a clear shot better than most of the buckwheat-husk pig-slop we drink on our side. Really the only exception is Mozyrskaya vodka—clear as crystal and goes down smoother than a spring rain. You’ve tasted Mozyrskaya, haven’t you?’

‘One of the signal worldly pleasures of visiting your capital,’ Mnata said, before piously crossing himself. ‘Not that those compare to the heavenly.’

‘None of that!’ Elisei’s shoulders rolled with mirth as he gave Mnata a friendly slap on his. ‘Don’t go getting prudish on me now! Tell me, have you sampled any of the… New World delights?’

‘What? Ouisqui, or rum?’ scoffed Mnata.

That’s the spirit,’ Elisei noted of the latter. Blessedly he didn’t laugh at his own feeble pun.

It was true—New World goods, including the Américain maize liquor and the distillations of British-Guianese sugarcane, were now much more readily available to the Moravian town-dweller than they had been. And given that the British, under the command of Captain Jonathan Norfolk, had unearthed in the Crogengranc Islands in the Pacific Ocean a vast trove of mineral wealth and precious metals that they had searched for on the mainland with only limited success, the British money supply had expanded dramatically, and with it the sheer volume of New World trade goods of all sorts on the Continent.

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Mnata sighed. ‘Father liked Guianese rum better than I do. I know how much the British shipmen like it, but I could never really take it seriously. It’s just too… rich, I guess, too mellow. Never was a big fan of the taste of raw, unfermented sweet cane, either.’

Elisei laughed aloud at that. ‘No sweet tooth, eh? Not to worry, not to worry. Next time you come visit us, I’ll make sure you get the good stuff. Ahhhh…’ Elisei’s countenance fell suddenly, ‘but I fear such visits will become less common, unless something can be done.’

‘Why, what’s the matter?’ Mnata had picked up well before now that his father’s old war buddy had something weighing on his mind. He’d hoped that a few shots of slivovica would loosen his tongue.

‘The old Knyaz’, God rest his soul, is dead.’

That was heavy news. ‘Oh, no.’ Mnata crossed himself again.

‘He was getting on in years,’ Elisei sighed. ‘It was trying to straighten his daughter out that washed white most of his hairs… those he didn’t tear out. Now it’s her we have to deal with—God save us all.’

Ever since Mojmír 2. Hlinka’s succession to the Moravian throne (a circumstance which Mnata himself had vociferously opposed in his father’s heyday), the relations between Ruthenia and Moravia had… cooled considerably. Trade volume had decreased, diplomatic visits had slowed to a trickle. It had been a significant snub, and had very nearly caused an incident, that Vseslav 6. had visited Drježdźany before he had visited Olomouc. But Vseslav had always been shrewd and cagey enough not to overtly antagonise Moravia. He knew how important that alliance was and how it needed to be preserved—and he was careful to retain the language in his public address, of ‘pravoslavnye bratskie narody’ to refer to Moravian-Ruthenian relations.

But Vseslav’s daughter Dobroslava had shown no such diplomatic tact or good sense. Her coronation address in Kiev had not mentioned any such brotherly or Orthodox ties to Moravia. But instead she had proclaimed: ‘We will fight—all of us will fight—to defend my good name before the courts of Europe!’ And it had been clear to all listening that her ‘good name’ consisted in the claims of the Rychnovských over all they had once ruled. The Moravian delegation, offended at this treatment, had walked out of her coronation ceremony in disgust… as well they might.

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Unfortunately, it seemed as though the new Velikaya Knyaginya Dobroslava Rychnovská had simply been riding the wave of the times. In Moravia, and in Sorbian Drježdźany as well, the nobility had been getting more and more strident in asserting their traditional prerogatives. Name and blood seemed to be the watchwords of the hour. Mnata had already been forced to take several prominent Fojtsko nobles into custody for the language of sedition. Moravia, with its blasted constitutional leniencies, suffered more from the noble unrest.

‘I truly don’t understand,’ Mnata shook his head. ‘My father always impressed on me that we Rychnovských are a peace-loving people. He spoke to me about Bohodar 3., and about Vojtech 3. We’re not a rabble. We take our time. We shift gradually where we can. How on earth could a Rychnovský loin have shot forth a Dobroslava?’

‘The same way,’ Elisei remarked with typical Ruthenian bluntness, ‘I imagine, that a Rychnovský loin shot forth a Radomír hrozný.’

That made Mnata wince, more than any of the alcohol had. The first Moravian Kráľ Radomír was emphatically not a popular one among the Sorbs. For good reasons.

‘Well, we’re kayuk, so to speak. But we Rus’ have been kayuk before.’

‘What if it should come to a war?’ asked Mnata.

‘That’s what I should be asking you,’ Elisei put an arm around the young Wójwoda’s shoulders. ‘My loyalties are clear. I will serve my Knyaginya, though God forbid I should in that service shed Orthodox Slavic blood. But yours—! Are you going to serve your kin, or your liege?’

Mnata sighed miserably. Elisei had placed a heavy finger on the crux of his conundrum. Mnata had hated Mojmír, much as Dobroslava clearly did now. Mojmír Jaroslavovič Hlinka had been in his eyes a usurper, an opportunist, a lower-military thug, a ruthless and self-serving despot who had strong-armed his way into power over the bodies of his own father, of the regent and, it needed hardly be said, the legitimate king. And then Mojmír’s reforms, his style of governance, his preference for the old nobility… those had stuck in Mnata’s craw. It was though he was making a hell of the Moravia he had once loved.

But now Mnata couldn’t be so sure. His father’s example had mellowed him. True, Wojen had done something typically Rychnovský, marrying an older woman near to hand who’d taken his fancy. But he had come to speak Sorbian rather than Moravian. He had reconciled himself to the Sorbian nobility in much the same way as Hlinka had. And he had served Mojmír Hlinka selflessly throughout his life, even as he’d taken in refugees from Olomouc and Praha from the old Rychnovský blood. And then in making the hard, pragmatic choices himself, like whether or not to embrace manufactures… hadn’t he done the same thing?

‘I…’ Mnata struggled. ‘I… I don’t know.’

Elisei came to a decision before Mnata did. Reaching down for the bottle of slivovica, he poured first for Mnata another glass, and then one for himself. Then the Ryazanian boyar lifted his glass and caught the Sorbian wójwoda’s eye. He offered the following solemn toast.

‘When making any of the hard decisions in life, may your heart ever be turned first and only to Our Lord Jesus Christ. May you walk always in His guidance. May He teach you the love of wisdom and goodness and truth. May you never have to make any such decision before your heart and your mind can come to an accord in His holy and uncreated Light.’

Mnata gladly drank to that. They drank one shot, then two. Then they finished the bottle of slivovica between them. After promising to share a bottle of Mozyrskaya vodka the next time they met, the Sorbian ruler and the Ruthenian vassal embraced like brothers and went their separate ways.

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The moment for that decision came sooner than he thought.

On the sixteenth of June, 1659, the fifty-year-old Általánosnő Vlastimila Detvanská of Carpathia died in her sleep. Despite her relative young age she had laid her affairs all very properly in order, and had written out a last will and testament, in the four realm languages of Hungarian, Dacian, Church Slavonic and Greek. The most politically-significant portion of that will, a copy of which now lies under a glass display at the Royal Museum in Olomouc, was written as follows.

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It has been the will of God, though I have struggled to understand why, that my only son, my precious Svorad, should have been taken into His bosom ere becoming a man, and that after three miscarriages I should be deprived the comfort of further children of my own bearing. The question of the disposal of the realm now lies open to me, and it is in the fear of God and in the desire for wisdom that I undertake it.

Of my worldly goods, I leave my estate at Újvidék, otherwise called Novi Sad, to my husband Ornulf, in token of the many pleasurable months that we spent there early in our marriage. To him also do I bequeath my personal estates in Pest and one also in Békés. Should Ornulf choose to marry again and produce progeny by a more fortunate woman than myself, her sons by him are to inherit those estates just as they would if they were my own natural sons…

‘To my sister’s elder son Alek, I bequeath my estates in Torontál, and to her younger son Dmitr I bequeath my estate in Severin. The two lads have been the joy of my childless years; may they rule these estates with the honour I have come to see in them…

‘To my paternal-side relations, the fractious Detvanských, I leave my personal holdings, to be detailed as follows… let all who read my will here note, that I do not leave any of the regalia of state in their hands, nor any of the traditional Crown lands of the Árpádok. Though they are my own flesh and blood, truly they have stood to the side in a most vicious and calculating manner, waiting to see where the Empress, a mere woman, might falter and stumble, so that like vultures and carrion-birds they might swoop in and take the rule upon themselves. After my death,
not one Detvanský of my father’s line is to be trusted with the general government.

‘I hereby bequeath, and direct the Metropolitan of Tirgoviste to lawfully bestow, the Crown Regalia of the Empire of Carpathia, and all the rights and privileges of rule which pertain thereto,
upon the Kráľ of Moravia, to wit Mojmír the Second, son of Jaroslav Hlinka. Though we are but distantly related by blood, in sympathy and in honour and in loyalty Mojmír has proven closer kin to me than my male kin, and far more deserving of the rule of Carpathia—both by the steadfastness with which he has guided the Moravian realm through a troublous time, and by the numerous acts of friendship by which he has maintained the peace that exists between our two realms. May that peace long endure.

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The will was opened, read and dismayed over. But Mojmír was sent for from the Moravian realm to take upon his head the crown of the Empire of Carpathia.

No sooner had the news of it arrived in Kiev, though, than Knyaginya Dobroslava had flown into a rage. She cried every manner of foul upon the document: that it was an unholy attempt to deceive the Slavic peoples, a vile fabrication, Moravian propaganda. She demanded that the genuine will be shown forth and the ‘sham’ that had been propagated abroad be shown for what it was.

‘For the heart and the spirit of the Slavs,’ Dobroslava had proclaimed, ‘defend the honour of the Carpathians who stand to be oppressed by the murderous Moravian aggressor, over a scrap of waste-paper! We shall lead a restoration of dignity in Carpathia, and elevate there one worthy of the noble Detvanský blood!’

There could be only one response to that. Great Ruthenia was soon engulfed in a two-front war against Garderike and Moravia. And now Mnata had to make his choice. Would he stand with his liege, or with his kinswoman?

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TO BE CONTINUED...
 
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Mojmir seems to be in a much better position. Does that make a war of succession less likely?

Well... inside Moravia, not so much. But outside Moravia, as we can see...

Thank you for the update. Cheap Eastern glassware, may it crack in transport.
Thank you for the update. The Russian countryside is going to be trampled into barrenness for a generation, while a generation of young Russians will be missed.

Moravia's Ostpolitik is becoming far more important indeed.
 
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I wonder of Mnata's policies in Sorbia will be a problem with the peasantry... will they inspire peasant revolts?

Russia is aflame, and Dobroslava just made a terrible decision. Why does she think that she can win a two-front war?

I'm vaguely surprised that Dobroslava didn't just outright claim the Moravian throne as a casus belli.
 
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II.
29 June 1659 – 31 January 1661

Moravia’s entry into the 1657 War of the Russias, unprecedentedly on the opposite side as Ruthenia, came as a shock to many of Moravia’s neighbours, who had all come to think of Moravia and Ruthenia as having an unbreakable friendship forged in steel. No one could have predicted that the changing of the guards in both Ruthenia and Carpathia, or the disposition of the late Empress’s will, would have set the two former friends against each other… or that Dobroslava would have been fool enough to have opened a two-front war against herself.

Mojmír 1. of Carpathia and 2. of Moravia, by the grace of God Cár of the former realm and Kráľ of the latter, made certain assurances that he would not be attacked from the rear during this campaign. Dobroslava may have reacted badly to Mojmír’s accession to the Carpathian throne, but so too had the König of Österreich, Jonathan Bloch. The Austrians had never reconciled themselves to the loss of Pest, and they still looked on the whole of the Danubian Basin as very much rightly their own. They looked upon Moravia’s accession to personal union with Carpathia, therefore, as a usurpation of power at the very least, on flimsy legal reasoning at the very best. A general expulsion of Moravian merchants from Wien followed, and the tit-for-tat expulsion of Austrian merchants from Pest soon followed. Cár Mojmír left a significant rearguard on the Thaya to forestall any attempt by Austria to join the Russian War. But Totil z Husi left for the front in the east.

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So too, reluctantly, did Mnata Rychnovský. After a full week of vigils in the Church of Saint Symeon, the Sorbian wójwoda led his contingent of 11,000 Sorbs and Saxons to assist, not Dobroslava, but Mojmír. He crossed to the north of Moravia, through the Galician towns of Belz and Rivne. (The Galicians were at present too busy fighting off the Livonians to their north to bother much with a smaller force crossing their backyard on their way to attack Great Rus’.)

The Moravians crossed the Ruthenian frontier through Carpathia, marching through Bessarabia. It was somewhat surprising that there was so little resistance to the Moravian advance in the Basarab lands, despite the long history of banditry and violent disorder in the region. Most of the peasants in the Moldovan Ukraine had no desire to fight the Moravians. As a result there was no fighting at all as the Moravians crossed the Dnestr.

It was only in their approach to the Dnepr that Totil z Husi encountered any sort of organised opposition. A couple of contingents of artillery had pulled away from the lines and met the Moravians on the banks of the Dnepr at Cherkassy. The Ruthenian guns were captured easily, with only a few minor bruises and bumps on the Moravian side. Another, similarly futile, skirmish took place in Lubny, once the Moravians had crossed over to the Dnepr’s left bank.

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Knyaginya Dobroslava was furious. The Moravians were practically at Kiev’s doorstep… and the Sorbs were marching on Mozyř. Moravian intelligence reported back to General Husi that the Ruthenian queen blamed her own generals for having not taken sufficient initiative in suppressing the Moravian aggressors, for defection, sedition and disloyalty.

What was true was that Ruthenia’s generals had not been in any particular rush to obey their lady’s command to return to the west and south to attack the forces of a nation they considered an Orthodox brother… not when there was a more pressing war to fight against the Swedish Catholics to the north. Elisei Anatoľevich Gorčakov had been among the boyary who were ordered back first, and he was one of the last to leave the Garderikean line—out of a stated desire to secure that long line of contact with Ruthenia with an adequately-layered defence. After all, Ryazan and Moskva were both border towns which stood starkly against the Garderikean border. Neither had fallen thus far, but together with their many northern Rus’ residents, their suffering would not be meagre if the Garderikeans decided to turn their attention from Livonia and invade in earnest.

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In the Mozyř siege camp, Mnata lifted a shot-glass of slivovica to the east.

‘Don’t take this wrong,’ he murmured familiarly. ‘But I don’t wish you were here now. Next time, though. Don’t forget the vodka.’

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The Moravian Army had long been grounded on a doctrine of defence, being naturally blessed with a situation among three mountain ranges: the Ores, the Tatras and the Carpathians. What the War of the Russias had revealed to Mojmír was that, although the Ores and the Tatras were suitably watched and fortified against invasion from the west as part of Kráľ Tomáš’s zapadnípolitika. It had generally been taken for granted that the more serious efforts at fortification would have to be made in the west; an attack from the east had seemed unlikely. Obviously that assumption had changed.

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The territory of Podkarpatská suddenly took on a newfound strategic priority for Cár and Army. The Stavovské Zhromaždenie, for once, agreed wholeheartedly and with near-unanimity about the necessity of reinforcing the eastern border. Cár Mojmír stopped just short of ordering that a kasárne be built in Siget—a move that would place in on equal footing in military honour with the Karo towns and Košice. But he did step up recruitment and added both cannon and horseflesh requisitions to the traditional complement of Siget’s garrison.

The news came that another skirmish had surrounded and captured another deployment of Ruthenian artillery, and were transporting the gun pieces back behind Moravian lines. This time, it was deep inside Ruthenian territory: at Rylsk. Cár Mojmír directed Totil z Husi to begin putting out diplomatic feelers. Hopefully a parley could set this whole mess straight without much further bloodshed.

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Prekrasno,’ breathed Boyar Elisei as he dismissed the envoy from the Moravian Army from his tent. The Moravians were offering Ruthenia a peace on terms that Elisei himself considered to be not only fair, but magnanimous. No territory would change hands. No war reparations would be demanded. No stain would be visited upon Ruthenia’s honour (at Moravia’s hands, anyway). He would send out a messenger to the Knyaginya post-haste with this offer.

As he was about to leave his tent, though, he was approached by two members of the Kievan guard, along with a messenger. The guardsmen laid hands on Boyar Elisei and pinioned him. He went between them into the centre of the camp. The messenger read aloud:

‘It is the judgement of the Knyaginya herself, and thus also of God, that you, Elisei Anatoľevič Gorčakov, are guilty of the high crimes against the Crown of dereliction of duty, of cowardice, and of treasonous sedition against her orders. She has decreed that you are to be executed by firing squad, sentence to be carried out at once upon receipt of this message. Let the camp watchman assemble the necessary detail.’

‘This is absurd!’ Elisei barked. Not in fright—he was not afraid of death—but out of a sense of aggrieved justice. ‘I have been nothing but loyal to the Knyaginya.’

‘Yet you have been in communication with the enemy, even now,’ the messenger replied haughtily. ‘You have shared drinks with the Wójwoda of Drježdźany, who has Cain-like raised up arms against his own flesh and blood! Who knows if you did not entice him to thus betray her!’

‘A peace envoy,’ Elisei breathed in outrage. Yet he could tell from the messenger’s demeanour that he was likely to receive no hearing of reason from him. And he knew the Knyaginya better than to expect any more from Dobroslava herself. All further thought of resistance flooded out of him.

He refused to be dragged to the execution-ground under guard. He strode there under his own power and turned his face to his own men, raising the barrels at him.

‘Final words?’ asked the messenger.

‘May Christ God forgive me, and forgive our Knyaginya,’ Elisei prayed.

There was a crack and a plume of smoke. The boyar of Ryazan fell to the earth.

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The other boyary, when they heard similar envoys to them, gathered their armies and marched—not to Olomouc, but to Kiev. Once there, they entered the palace together with the Moravian envoys, and made the Knyaginya sign the offered peace. Dobroslava Rychnovská did so most ungraciously.

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But the peace was made, and the status quo ante was restored. Even the old alliance between Ruthenia and Moravia was revivified. However, by signing the peace, Dobroslava well understood that any claim she made now on the Empire of Carpathia would be considered unlawful… and the restoration of Rychnovský glory thus that much harder to accomplish.

It took longer for the news of Boyar Elisei’s summary execution to reach the capital, but when it did, its effects would be no less profound.

In Moravia, the ‘bloodless’ solution to their part in the War of the Russias had been hailed as a great triumph… even though Moravia had nothing tangible to show for it other than the safety of Mojmír’s new title of Cár. That glory reflected not only on Totil z Husi, but on the Moravian fighting forces and the nobility in general. The old Moravian landowning families were fêted with great enthusiasm in the return from Ruthenia.

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Mojmír 2. now had two realms to govern. Both the Kingdom of Moravia and the Empire of Carpathia were large, multiethnic, multilingual states; however, their political systems, their histories and their internal customs were very, very different. That was not to mention their relative degrees of economic development and religious piety.

The Kingdom of Moravia was the direct heir to the state of Veľká Morava which existed in the 800s under the original Mojmírovci: Mojmír, St. Rastislav and Bratromila. Indeed, the Kingdom of Moravia which emerged victorious from the Partition of 911-924 always retained the name of Veľká Morava for itself, although it was known in Western Europe for political reasons as Mähren rather than Großmähren. (As far as Catholic Europe was historically concerned, Bratromila was the last legitimate queen of the latter, whilst the Eastern Orthodox kings who sprang forth from the loins of Bohodar slovoľubec and Mechthild of Stuttgart were rightfully only the ‘dukes of Moravia’.)

But Moravia had long been a multiethnic and multilingual state. In January of the year 888, Bohodar slovoľubec, having contracted a troop of Bošnjak Krstjani hired blades, led an invasion of Bohemia that resulted in the Christianisation and incorporation of that people into the Moravian kingdom. The native Přemyslovci quickly acclimated themselves to the new administration, which they served with unswerving loyalty. Bohodar mladší defeated the Silesians in battle at Dvůr-Chvojno in 940, after which the Silesians agreed to convert to Orthodoxy en masse. In a series of campaigns between the years of 948 and 954, the ambitious Kráľ Pravoslav conquered and baptised the Wends—that is to say the Sorbian people. The Sorbs did not remain a permanent part of the Moravian state, but they retained long and significant historical and religious ties that connected them to Moravia. The ‘White Croats’ had been part of Moravian public life since the dynastic flight of the Bijelahrvatskići into Moravia from the invading Magyars in the early 900s, but it took the better part of a century for them to be incorporated fully into Moravia in 977. The Nitrans held out longer before rejoining Moravia in 988 under Radomír the Terrible. And the last of the traditional nations of Great Moravia, the Uhro-Rusins, were incorporated into Great Moravia by force under Eustach the Church-Builder in 1033.

The Moravian state’s ruthless tenth-century expansion bound together five Orthodox Slavic nations—Moravians, Bohemians, Nitrans, Silesians and Rusins—like the fingers on one hand. At least, that was official state doctrine since Bohodar 3. letopisár’s Jihlava decrees. In functional terms, the literary Old Moravian language, situated midway between Old Bohemian on the one hand, and Old Russian on the other, served as a valuable lingua franca among the peoples of the realm. Noble conflicts, rebellions and so forth did visit Moravia more than occasionally, but with rare exceptions (such as the secession of the Sorbs that accompanied the rebellion of 1121), the nobles were able to understand each other and their people such that the realm’s stability was very rarely thrown into serious doubt.

The same could not be said of Carpathia. Carpathia itself was the melding together of three kingdoms: Hungary, Wallachia and Moldavia. Carpathia too was made up of a mélange of languages and ethnicities. There was still a small but stable core of Magyar speakers—descendants of the old Árpád dynasty and their retainers—located mostly in Békés. Magyar had been, and remained, a prestige language among the Carpathian nobility. But the common peoples spoke a number of different languages. The Carpathian Slavs were divided between southern (Bulgarian and Serbian) and western (Pannonian) branches. In addition, there were pockets of Greek and Romance (Vlach) culture and speech in the east. Religiously, the region was largely Orthodox now, though Catholicism was still followed in Pest and Torontál. But its religious past was considerably more colourful—Adamitism had flourished in the western regions of Hungary for many decades (and had influenced one Moravian king).

Carpathia’s expansion has been the work, not of a long succession of kings as Moravia’s had been, but of one notorious and all-conquering hero—out of the mould of a steppe-riding khaghan of Magyar or Turkic antiquity. Marko Sărcerazbivačnik, an Árpád of the Detvansk‎ý branch, succeeded to the Moldavian throne in 1405 and managed to take both Wallachia and Hungary by the sword within the following five years. He then consolidated all three kingdoms into a single empire by 1410. After his death, the realm had been given to spasms of general upheaval that were spontaneous, incessant and sanguine. Most Carpathians were far from demanding constitutional privileges and traditional guarantees from the government; they were happy simply that there was a government. If said government was reasonably orderly and relatively clean, that was gratefully to be considered a bonus.

Carpathia’s relative novelty as a united realm, relative breadth of ethnolinguistic and religious diversity, relative liability to explode in conflagrations of rebellion, relative tolerance for despotism in peacetime, and relative economic poverty did not bode well for its stability under a single crown with Moravia. But for the present, most Carpathians were simply content that the crown had passed in relative peace (domestically, anyway) from one monarch to another, and that the succession crisis was over. Mojmír found that he had far more to worry about in the Moravian realm, as foresters and bowers were quickly finding themselves on opposite sides of legal and parliamentary disputes over land clearance.

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In Ruthenia, there may have been a peace signed with Moravia, but that was only the tempest’s eye. When the news of Boyar Elisei’s execution at the hands of the Knyaginya’s guards, openly under her orders, was made known, it was simply too much for the Ruthenian nobility to bear. Dobroslava Rychnovská had an open rebellion on her hands.

What was worse: the forces of the Court, those most loyal to the Grand Princess, were also spread the furthest afield—these were the ones that she had trusted to win her the war against Moravia. The country boyary in uprising—Rodislav Bogolyubov, Lev Voronoy, Vsevolod and Stepan Nikitič, Valery Golitzin, Onesim Menšikov—were much closer to Kiev. They gathered to the north and marched in column right to the city walls.

Dobroslava herself rushed up to the top of the Golden Gate, and stood before the angry mass of boyary and their troops, and unleashed against them a furious harangue. She charged them as reprobates against God’s anointed, upbraided their cowardice in the face of the Moravian threat, and called down every manner of brimstone and hellfire upon their heads on account of their treason. She puffed out her chest and paused, as though drawing breath to loose more of her tirade upon their heads. But then she pitched forward from the Gate and plummeted to her death.

It was a matter of great disagreement afterward, whether she had fallen by accident, or whether she had hurled herself off the gate in despair. The Church was willing, for the sake of her family’s memory and honour, to give her the benefit of the doubt. The Metropolitan of Kiev ruled that her death had been one of accident rather than one of purpose, which entitled her to a Church burial. But now Ruthenia was without a monarch, and there was no eligible heir.
 
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Thank you for the update. The succession war was quick and relatively painless. Carpathia is at least three techs behind Moravia. What now Ruthenia?

W/r/t the succession war, there was no point in me dragging it out. I waited until Ruthenia would accept a white peace and offered that. It left me in control of Carpathia, and I didn't take too big a relations hit with Ruthenia.

Carpathia is rather backwards, yes. Unfortunately, with the game version that I was running here, there wasn't an easy way to fix that. After getting some additional DLC which allowed me to build on vassal territories, I did try to beef up some of their infrastructure... but that was fairly late in the game.

Ruthenia is, though I didn't take a screenshot of this, suffering from the Court & Country disaster tree. I could be wrong, but I think they're also still at war with Garderike.
 
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It looks like the Ruthenian nobles were wiser than their queen.

Who has claims to Ruthenia now? Do the other Rychnovský? Does Mnata have a claim? If so, that could make relations with Moravia interesting...
 
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Interlude Five
Some more hand-drawn numismatics here for @filcat's benefit!


INTERLUDE FIVE.
30 November 2021

Two Sides of the Coin

‘Ah ha!’ pronounced Dr Weissfeld, smiling slightly as he drew out from his leather briefcase a single heavy round silver coin in a tagboard coin slip. No static bags or purple gloves this time. ‘Now, I’m going to pass this around, so you can get a good look. Be careful, though. As you can see from the reference and date on the sleeve, it’s three hundred sixty years old and in very fine condition. In a market economy it would be valued at tens of thousands of korún; but this is a priceless national treasure—please, uh… treat it as such.’

Živana Biľaková took the priceless coin from Dr Weissfeld’s hand, and looked at it. It was a Moravian groš with a bust of Mojmír 2. on the face, and it was dated ҂ЗРОА’ [7171] by the Byzantine calendar, or 1662 by the civil calendar. The legend around the bust read:

МОИМЇРЪ · В’ · Ц · А · К · ПАН · ЦЕЛ · МОР · А · КАР
Mojmír 2. C. a. K. Pan. Cel. Mor. a Kár.

On the obverse side there was a scene of a man with messy, short-cropped hair holding a long-haired woman’s hand. The man was clad in a cloak and tall hat, while the woman had a circlet in her free-flowing hair, and was clearly dressed in a nomadic gown and skirts. On the left side there was the Moravian eagle—though the detail was worn down, the eagle had once clearly been chequered and crowned. And on the right side there was the Árpád coat of arms: a shield of eight wide and narrow alternating bars, with eight lions emblazoned on the wide. The field bore the legend, drawn from the Divine Liturgy of St John Chrysostom:

СО · СТРАШОМ · БОЖИЇМ · А · ВИРОЮ · А · ЛЮБЪІ · ПРИСТУПЇТЕ
In the fear of God, with faith and love, draw near.

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‘How did you ever get a hold of that?’ asked one of the students.

‘Well,’ Weissfeld chuckled, waving a hand evasively, ‘I have connexions in… certain places. Nothing to concern you. Now, looking—ha, there, you see—at the face: a double cross at the apex, and the three letters Ц. а К.: Cár a Kráľ. Can anyone tell me what these two titles refer to?’

‘Carpathia and Moravia,’ answered Cecilia Bedyrová.

‘Hm,’ Weissfeld opened one palm toward Cecilia. ‘Emperor of Carpathia. King of Moravia. What about the obverse? Živana, what do you think?’

Živana had already passed the coin along, but she answered readily. ‘It’s a man and a woman, holding hands. Husband and wife? And they are clearly dressed differently.’

Yes. Excellent observations. Different dress implies different cultures, and these two specific cultures would be Slovak and Magyar,’ Dr Weissfeld lectured. ‘Moravia and Carpathia, united under a single monarch—for the first time in history. But Mojmír—for whom, remember, diplomacy was a survival tactic—sought to express the legitimacy of his claim by an appeal to history. So that is not him on the obverse. Now let’s see who remembers from Grebeníček’s High Medieval class. Who might these two be? Slovak and Magyar.’

Živana raised her hand again.

‘Yes, Živana?’

Bohodar letopisár and Czenzi Árpád?’

Weissfeld clapped his hands together in a gesture of quiet triumph and opened them to Živana in a gesture of respectful acknowledgement.

‘The first and only such marriage between a Moravian king and a Hungarian noblewoman. A marriage that was faithful, fruitful, by all accounts even loving. A reign that was unprecedentedly stable, lawful and peaceful by any standard, with not one single uprising or one single foreign war for over forty years.

‘Now—now, think of this… from Mojmír’s perspective. He’d come to power from Alzbeta Kafenda after she had murdered Prisnec the Second in a spectacularly bloody palace coup. Era of mass hangings. Iron gibbets all around the castle walls of Olomouc. That was at the beginning of his reign. Mojmír had to talk a good game, and had to walk a fine line, even to survive in that environment.

‘Fast forward to his late reign. He was challenged immediately by the Ruthenians over the succession of the Carpathian throne. Right away he felt he needed a symbol of peace and friendship to inaugurate his reign in Carpathia. Could he have possibly found a better mascot for his propaganda than this one? … Well, maybe the wrought bronze torc given to Bohodar the Third by the Árpáds, if that hadn’t been inexplicably lost in 1727 when the Wójwoda of Dresden went into debt and had to start selling off the family jewellery.’ A furrow crossed Dr Weissfeld’s bushy brows. ‘That torc was rumoured to give its wearer the ability to sense disloyalty or hidden motives – very useful for a king or a wójwoda to have – but most of its wearers ended up with acute cases of paranoid schizophrenia…’

Several of the students in the room exchanged glances and grinned at each other. Most of them had signed up for Dr Weissfeld’s class for precisely this reason, despite his strictness in grading. Dr Weissfeld’s classes were renowned for their excurses into remarkably detailed historical trivia; and for the ‘show and tell’ pass-arounds that came from far above his pay-grade from national museums and government impoundments and such. There was clearly far more to this rather frumpy, brusque middle-aged Jewish academic than met the eye. There were whispers, of course, that he’d worked for the Štátna Bezpečnosť in the past, and probably not in the very distant past. For one thing: he drove a remarkably well-kept, spit-shine polished classic black Tatra 603—you simply don’t own one of those unless you’ve been a high government agent of one kind or another. But even that didn’t really account for his amusing but eerily ornate (and, on examination, accurate) anecdotes of historical piffle.

‘Still, there’s such an irony in it! The Rychnovsk‎ý family was on the rise in Bohodar’s day. Yet the event which this coin bearing his image commemorates… is in fact the end of his family’s predominance. Making a succession grab for Carpathia? Not the smartest move. Cost his last ruling descendant in Ruthenia her life.’

‘What happened in Ruthenia after that?’ asked Cecilia Bedyrová.

‘Funny thing about the East Slavs,’ Weissfeld lifted a finger as he remarked with equal parts apprehension and respect. ‘They’ll surprise you… if you’re not careful.’

‘Surprise—?’ asked Ľubomír Sviták.

‘Surprise!’ Dr Weissfeld slammed a meaty palm down on the desk in front of him, causing practically every student in the history seminar to jump. ‘Tell me. How would you characterise the rule of Ruthenia under, say, Lev 3.?’

‘It was an… um… autocracy,’ ventured Ľubomír.

‘No need to be coy if you know the answer,’ Weissfeld grumped. ‘The Tsar’, or Veliky Knyaz’, or whatever you wanted to call him, was the ultimate authority. The “big father” of the realm, in both a religious-analogical and psychological sense. His word was law, and people who broke his law—well, they got broken. Not gently, either. Look what happened to Elisei Anatoľevič! Living in the shadow of the Bashkirs left a strong imprint of the steppes on Ruthenia. But when their greatest political crisis came, and they had no one to rule them effectively…’

‘They appointed a new Veliky Knyaz’, didn’t they?’

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes,’ Weissfeld waved an impatient hand, ‘but how? That’s the hundred-million-rouble question. And whom? The major principalities of Great Rus’ had traditionally been Mozyř, Kiev, Černigov, Pereyaslavl, Smolensk and Ryazan. West of all that was Galicia-Volhynia, what had once been the Červen Cities. North was Garderike, which controlled Suzdal; and Livonia, which controlled Novgorod. Belarus, the White Rus’, had drifted in and out of allegiance to Great Rus’ across the centuries: sometimes controlling Mozyř, sometimes not. In short you have this mess of princes, always bickering, always fighting with each other like cats and dogs. How do they iron out their differences?’

He clicked forward an EnerGrafix slide to show a large assembly ground within a wooden stockade.

‘The Ruthenians surprised everyone by appealing to an ancient institution. And not an eastern one, either: a northern one. The boyary of the realm called a Zemsky Sobor, derived from the veče. Basically a Norse Althing writ large. Just imagine it… Thousands upon thousands of free men, of all classes and from all the Great Rus’ principalities, gathered at the site of Belgorod, southwest of Kiev, to attend the Zemsky Sobor. They traversed a country in ruins to get there. The ink on the Moravian peace was barely dry. Garderike was still attacking from the north. The revolt of the boyary had been relatively quick, but still smarted for most people who had to live through it.

‘And any time you get that many people together—any time—you have bribes. You have backstabbings. You have brawls. You have betrayals. It was hardly a scene of holy brotherly unity, I can tell you that. But something remarkable did result from it. Ruthenia voted for one of its most unlikely, yet remarkably successful, Grand Princes.’

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Who did the Ruthenians vote for?

That's a very useful bit of propaganda on Mojmir's part. How long will this union between Carpathia and Moravia last, and how will it be broken?
 
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Act II Chapter One
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ONE.
Zemsky Sobor in Belgorod

14 April 1661 – 29 August 1661

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Artyom Kobuzyov squelched through the thick spring mud, with the uproar and bustle of the convoked zemsky sobor all around him. The coloured banners and icon stands of the six Great Rus’ Principalities had already been planted and tents had been erected—most of them in time to get out of the spring rain and most of them in places guaranteed to stay mostly dry.

Naturally, the banners of Mozyř and Kiev had pride of place: wealthy Kiev being the traditional political and economic capital of the Rus’, and pious Mozyř the churchly and cultural centre. After the surrender of the western portions of the White Rus’ to Galicia in the 1657 War, Mozyř had taken into its princely court the Oskyldr family and successfully vassalised the remaining Belarusian lands. After them, came Černigov (which had been semi-independent until very recently), Pereyaslavl, Smolensk and, lastly, Ryazan. The Ryazan princes had received the lowest, and subsequently the muddiest, plot of land at the zemsky sobor to camp on.

Ryazan had long had the reputation of being a warlike, violent, barbaric and brutish principality. They had been one of the last to resist subjugation to Mozyř, and at that only with the help of Moravia’s heroic Kráľ Kaloján. There was a local legend that an angel had visited Kaloján as he was marching upon Ryazan, and had warned him not to approach Ryazan and to leave the city gates alone, and had spoken prophecies about his daughter and his vassals. In any event, it was true that Ryazan’s princes had been more warlike than the rest: they were on the edge of the steppes, after all. And they were a bit more independent-minded than the other Rus’ principalities. That had cost them something with regard to their prestige.

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Still, Artyom saw prancing upon the red banner the untamed, bridleless, riderless white horse of his principality, and was heartened. He squelched his way forward toward it. He ignored more than one band of men sitting on overturned buckets and lifting cups of beer (or maybe mead or something even stronger) and singing drunkenly a folk air to the accompaniment of a relatively-soberer bard’s domra. He also skirted out of the way of several bloody and muddy fistfights with their raucous onlookers, and with courteously oblivious deafness stepped aside from tentflaps from which were issuing gasps and moans of feverish (and likely illicit) passion. Artyom was aware, as most of the Ruthenian armies were, that a certain pale semblance of love could be bought for silver as easily as liquor, along a certain street just inside the walls.

Nearby Artyom heard peals of youthful laughter, issuing from the open. This caught his attention; he followed the sound until he saw its source. A handful of young men stood by a line on a level, less-muddy patch of ground, and were taking turns hurling a bat at an array of wooden pegs set up inside a rectangular frame some dozen paces away. Kobuzyov searched the faces of the Ryazanian youths playing gorodki—but the one he was looking for was not to be seen among them.

He resumed his search. It actually didn’t take Artyom that much longer to find Ivan Eliseevič Gorčakov. Given his recent loss he wouldn’t be playing at gorodki with the other lads his age, no: the half-Tatar lad was in the makeshift chapel near the main tent, praying before the icons of Christ and His Mother. There was a prayer-rope in his hand; he thumbed the knots with conviction. Artyom stood respectfully by the door. The lad’s father’s death seemed to have hit him hard, and there was no doubt that the son was saying prayers for Boyar Elisei’s soul.

When Ivan turned, Artyom came face-to-face with a tall, round-faced, thick-set seventeen-year-old with the build of a boxer or a wrestler. Despite this formidable and imposing posture, though, Ivan’s blue eyes were clear and bright—made for laughter, rather than for sorrow, though sorrow did not diminish their beauty at all.

‘Ivan Eliseevič,’ called Artyom.

‘Oh,’ said the boy. ‘It’s you again.’

Ivan Eliseevič’s face had drawn itself up at once into a careful, studied wariness. Artyom knew better than to be annoyed at this cool reception. There was business that couldn’t wait.

‘You know what I’m here for,’ said Artyom Kobuzyov.

‘I know,’ said Ivan. ‘And I still think you’re wasting your time.’

‘You should come to the speaking-ground with me, and hear for yourself.’

Ivan heaved a sigh of frustration. But Artyom got in before he could retort:

‘Do it for your mother, Ivan.’

Ivan hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it again. After a couple long seconds more of hesitation, he scowled at Artyom. ‘Blin. I’ll get you back for this.’

‘Any time you please,’ Artyom grinned his relief. ‘But for now, come with me.’

Artyom led Ivan squelching back through the Ryazanian camp, up toward the central speaking-ground of the zemsky sobor. The bustle here was busier, more excitable, than down at the camp; it resembled nothing so much as a hive full of bees. The discussion was animated and continued so as they approached the circle where speeches were given. At the moment, an elderly Belarusian monk with a long white beard was on the field, giving a strenuous and stirring argument in favour of Mozyř’s intense life of hesychastic prayer, and the unimpeachable Orthodox piety and generosity of whole generations of the Baroŭski family—whose scion Boyar Aliaksandr was Mozyř’s primary contender for the Ruthenian throne. A handful of thick-moustached Kievan merchants stood impatiently on the side, clearly unimpressed with this argument.

‘Wait a moment,’ said Artyom aside to Ivan. ‘It’s our turn in a moment.’

The monk lifted his hands skyward and implored God to deliver a just judgement among the assembled Rus’ before he returned to his place. One of the Kievan merchants made to step forward, but Artyom Kobuzyov strode onto the field.

‘Hold on—this is our place to speak!’

‘Yet your candidate,’ the Kievan merchant folded his arms, ‘has yet to show his face here!’

‘He is here among us,’ Kobuzyov spoke. ‘He would not have absented himself at all, were it not for his prayers and vigils on behalf of his father, but lately departed.’

All eyes turned toward Ivan Eliseevič, who looked regretfully as though he wanted to melt into the crowd and disappear.

Kobuzyov went on: ‘It is on Boyar Elisei’s account that we are all here at Belgorod in the first place. His wrongful execution at the hands of the late Knyaginya—that is the event that brought us all to the gates of Kiev before the rasputitsa. He acted in conscience—listening to the peace envoy from the Moravians, rather than risking the deaths of more Rus’—and he paid the price for it.’

‘That was Elisei,’ said the Kievan merchant. ‘You’re speaking to us about the father’s son. And his mother is a Tatar!’

‘In the borders of our realm we have not only Rus’,’ Kobuzyov argued, ‘but also Khazars, Tatars, Magyars, Bulgars, Greeks and Chudes. Were we to rid ourselves of them all, would Great Rus’ be so great? I think not. And as far as heritage goes, we are all sons of Adam. All of us have sinned, and all of us have fallen short of God’s glory. Is a Tatar less able to repent of sins than a Rus’?’

‘You speak well,’ said the elderly Belarusian monk. ‘And I can see for myself that the boy is accustomed to prayer, like a well-raised Rus’. Yet Elisei Gorčakov was a man, and he is still a boy.’

There was a murmur of assent around the circle of those gathered. Elisei obviously had their sympathy, and Ivan a certain degree of their admiration, though not enough yet to convince him of his worthiness to become Knyaz. But Artyom Kobuzyov had one further argument to make.

‘Recall to mind,’ said the Ryazanian retainer, ‘the prophecies which saved Ryazan from a Moravian attack, over four hundred years ago, when we were still ruled by the Judaïsers! Saint Konstantin of Kholm himself stood before the Moravian king and the Brothers of the Holy Sepulchre, and pled for our city. He prophesied that one day “the Knyaz of Ryazan will stand in judgement over the Rychnovských”. And has this day not come? We have heard with our own ears, from those who heard it themselves, that Elisei even used his final breath to forgive the Knyaginya for killing him! What is this if not the spirit of Christ Himself, forgiving His executioners?’

It seemed then as though a ripple of movement, a small, still and subtle wind, passed over the assembled crowds. The whole mood of them shifted, and they looked upon Ivan with a new appreciation. It became clear to those who could see and hear and feel, that the All-Rus’ zemsky sobor now had a clear favourite candidate for their new Knyaz. The way it happened was unbelievable to Ivan Eliseevič Gorčakov—soon enough elected, anointed and crowned Knyaz Ivan 4. of Great Rus’. If anything, elevation to power made Ivan even more diffident than he was wont to be normally… although certain things did change as a result of the change of power.

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Knyaz Ivan 4. moved the capital of the realm from Kiev to Ryazan. This was done not out of chauvinism, but simply because he felt that Kiev’s opulence and moral corruption had been a bad influence on the last generation of Rychnovských, and he wanted to avoid that fate for his own children. Mozyř and Kiev retained their statuses as the third and second cities of Ruthenia; however, Ryazan became the centre of all decision-making for the realm.

As a result, although the realm continued to be named Great Rus’, and to be recognised as such by all of its neighbours, later historians would come to call the state ruled by the Gorčakov dynasty, dating from 1661, the ‘Grand Principality of Ryazan’ or ‘Ryazanian Rus’’.

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The new Knyaz lost no time in renewing the age-old ties between Great Rus’ and Moravia. When the offer came for him to marry a Hlinka wife—one of Mojmír’s daughters, in fact—he did not refuse. And when the offer came for a formal alliance between Olomouc and Ryazan, he did not refuse that either.

It was not only the historical tie that interested and swayed him on this point. The East Geats and the Livonians, and even some among the Sámi, had both embraced the new heretical doctrines of the Protest, while Garderike had remained faithful to the Pope. The religious landscape of the north was changing drastically, and Ivan 4. Gorčakov—whose piety was not at all feigned—viewed the new developments with alarm. It was best, in his view, for the Orthodox nations to stand together against such threats.

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