Eneko I (I)
Eneko I of Hispania and II of Navarra
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1149-1156
There is nothing like being young, ambitious and really powerful through the will of the Fates and the election of the prominent men of Hispania, a rising power that had crushed the Muslim. But it could be much more if leaded by the right man.
Emperor Eneko was just that man.
Iruñea
1149
"Your Imperial Majesty..."
Eneko, first of His name, almost frowned. He was an Emperor, alright, but like his predecessor and hopefully his son and probable heir, he disliked the excessive trappings of the rank. The more pompous the Ambassadors' parade got, the more he had to fight the urge to stand and shout that he was no peacock!
When the last fat noblemen and merchants left, the Emperor sighed and summoned His council.
"I hope that ends the diplomatic rabble for now, Chancellor."
The Chancellor, a soldier-looking, strong-built man twice the age of his Emperor, smiled.
"Indeed. For now, my Emperor."
"Praise the Holy Virgin. I can leave now."
"Where, my Emperor?"
The Chancellor knew the answer even before Emperor Eneko uttered the first word.
"Why, to North Africa, of course!"
This time, the Emperor guided the troops by himself. In fact, he started his personal Crusade lacking any knowledge of how to wage war and ended it as a brilliant strategist. The day that he was regarded as such would be cherished by the Emperor for many years and told countless times to his grandchildren and grand-grandchildren, much to their amusement.
But before achieving these highs of glory, many battles had to be fought. The final result was never in doubt, as the efforts of the well oiled Hispanian war machine bore fruit after three years. The Canary Islands, formerly shrouded by various legends and populated by sparse but fiercely resistant Heathens, fell.
Less than two months later, Tunis was handed to Hispania.
Emboldened by those advances and knowing that, at last, Hispania was strong enough to withstand even the intervention of the Shia Caliphate itself, Hispania declared war against the runaway Cyrenaican Sheikdom.
But while those exploits where acclaimed by every Catholic ruler, the French King has a strange feeling. He could say have sworn that he knew that something ominous was lurking at the gates of his realms. And his fears were confirmed the very same year.
For three more years, Hispania fought Cyrenaica and the Caliphate that answered the call of his former vassal. With the help of both Hospital and Templar Knights, Basque nobles raided Cairo for the first time. And, for the first time, the Caliphate was humbled by a Catholic power. Every church bell on Rome rang in celebration and the Pope itself started to think of resurrecting the long awaited and cherished dream of taking Jerusalem.
"And now, my Emperor?"
Contrary to most of his Council, the Marshall was an even younger man than the Emperor and he dared to address Him directly.
"We are going to make clear that North Africa is ours to the Genoese and that Catalan scourge."