The Eternal Empire: Emperor Maurice dies before being overthrown

Part 83: The Short Peace
Part LXXXIII: The Short Peace​

Andronikos was utterly humiliated by his capture and subsequent peace agreement. Almost immediately upon his return to Antioch the surviving soldiers deserted, returning to either their Danube bases, or simply going home. His officials shunned him, and he knew they whispered behind his back that maybe the Emperor should abdicate in favor of his eldest son, who while still a minor also hadn’t had his name blackened by the failed campaign.

The defeat immediately brought consequences in domestic strife as well, as just six months later a large Jewish revolt broke out in Palaestina. Jews had begun concentrating in the region over the past century since the Thessalonika Council stripped them of any protected status, and now with their numbers at a high unseen since Hadrian, and Roman power seemingly on the decline they thought to break away. But the revolt was a dismal failure. Egyptian troops were brought in rapidly, and Jerusalem itself held out against the rebels.

Inside of a year the fighting was over, and Jews were once again expelled from their ancestral homeland, and would never return. Most fled north to Anatolia, or West to Africa, as the European kingdoms were little more accomadating, and the Turks actively blocked any attempts to cross the border. Those who did leave the Empire thus mostly went south, either to Arabia or to Markuria, which remained less hostile than the Thessalonikans were.

The ease with which the revolt was put down did a little to ease Andronikos’s disgrace, but he returned to the palace at Chalcedon an almost broken man, shutting himself away for days at a time and seeing no one. He fasted, prayed, and performed penance which included flogging himself to purge whatever sin he was being punished for. To say that the household was not healthy would be an understatement. His two sons saw their father rarely, and grew up distant from one another. The older boy, who will one day grow up to be Nikephoros II, threw himself into his religious studies, believing like his father that some great sin of the family had led to the military defeats.

The younger, the future Golden Prince, saw things differently. As he aged he saw little in his father’s failure other than stupidity and pride. He had believed he could never be beaten, and therefore had been with an almost contemptuous ease. It was a mistake the prince would not forget. In 1206, at the age of 14 the Prince enrolled himself in the Tagmata, quickly earning himself a reputation as an excellent rider, and mastering the use of bow, lance, sword, and mace. He rose through the ranks quickly, thanks both to his excellent education, natural ability, and nepotism, becoming a centurion at the age of 17, technically an illegal appointment, but no one much cared.

Before that however, the Empire itself was not in less than great shape. The annual tribute required to be paid to the Turks was straining the state budget, draining money away from infrastructure and other important projects. It likely wouldn’t have had Andronikos been able to reduce spending in less essential areas, but he felt trapped by his humiliation. Public games not only weren’t reduced, they were increased, to try and build a measure of popularity with the people which had been so badly lost.

Additionally, he had to increase both the pay offered to his men, and also the annual bonuses as he feared the effects of the defeat would encourage mutiny among both the officers and men. This was an increase the state could ill afford while all other expenses were also increasing. And the increased annual military spending had to be matched by the raising of nearly fifty thousand new soldiers, to replace those lost in Syria. Training and equipping these men was yet another drain on Imperial funds.

This was when Andronikos began auctioning off land owned by the Emperor, and worked by his clients, to wealthy men looking to expand their holdings. While these sails brought short-term cash they also decreased overall tax revenues, as the new landlords were more effective at tax dodges than the old clients had been.

Revenue fell below ten million nomismata in 1203, and would continue to decline for the remainder of the decade.

Thus was the fundamental and fatal flaw of the entire Imperial system revealed. While times were good a weak Emperor could do little harm, now when times were bad a weak Emperor could wreak havoc even without meaning to. Andronikos’s policies in all these areas were abject failures, and all worsened the situation the state now found itself in. He simply did not have the confidence to assert any good policies, out of fear that he would once again fail utterly and be humiliated, and was left with only ineffective ones that did far more harm than good.

But it was in 1211 that revealed how bad the situation really was. As was common the Cumans raided south that year, but with the Danube defenses still not wholly up to their old strength they were able to break through the outer defenses and ravage Moesia for the first time in over a decade. Andronikos however imagined nomad horsemen around every corner and could not be convinced to send aid to the region. Instead he wanted to negotiate a truce with the Cumans, and pay them a tribute to leave the Roman border alone. His negotiators were dispatched, but the Golden Prince wasn’t having it. Against orders, and the law, he led five thousand men of the Tagmata north, and met the Cumans alongside local Moesians near the river. In the ensuing battle the Prince successfully defeated the Cumans, and killed a khan in single combat, if the accounts are to be believed.

He extracted concessions from them and nomads returned across the border with none of their treasure. Andronikos was furious at his son’s disobedience, but once again his weak indecisiveness reared its head. He was unwilling to risk mutiny among the Tagmata, against himself or his heir, by killing his youngest child. Nikephoros for his part viewed his brother’s success with elation, believing that his prayer and self-sacrifice had done the job. This did not impress his younger sibling.

However, 1211 also brought happier tidings when the Princess Sophia married a Syrian magnate. The marriage was a happy one on both sides, and Sophia would bear an eventual six children, though only the youngest would survive her. The next year Prince Nikephoros himself married a Greek girl, and she would soon bear him a son, Romanos, named for a relative the crown prince was very fond of.

As the year wore on however the Golden Prince began agitating for a return to war with the Turks, but his father refused to consider it. But war was still brewing once again, this time in Arabia.

You will recall that by now the Second Caliphate had begun to establish itself in the old Kingdom of Hejaz, as well as Arabia Felix after the successful war of independence against Markuria. This kingdom sought to ally itself with the Romans as their predecessor in the region had done, an alliance which was signed by Manuel III shortly before his death. The powerful kingdom now looked toward expansion into the rest of the peninsula, and particularly against the peoples on the eastern coast, who were allied with the Turks.

These two sides had erupted into open fighting when the Turks and Romans began their own war in the 1190s, and that war was still ongoing almost two decades later. The Caliph was on the advance however and had taken much of the southeastern coast of the peninsula, threatening to extinguish Turk allies in the region entirely. As it had been the fighting in the south that allowed the Turks to fight without worrying about their own southern flank this was deeply discouraging to Soloman, who began sending additional money and supplies to his Arab allies in 1207.

In response to the sudden reversal the Caliph appealed to Constantinople for aid, and it was duly sent. Yet another drain on the Imperial treasury. By 1211 however the situation had grown untenable for the Turk allies, and Solomon officially entered the war that same year, marching an army down to drive the Caliph’s armies back. This was a blatant violation of the treaty between the Romans and the Turks, and the Caliph appealed to Constnantinople for war. Andronikos refused, but his message was intercepted by high ranking commanders, among them his younger son, and it was destroyed. Instead a new message was sent to Solomon, ordering him to stand down his army, or face renewed war.

Solomon balked at the Roman command, demanding to know what a state which paid tribute to the Turkic Emperor was doing trying to issue him commands. He declared that if the Romans wished to once against feel his wrath then they could test him, and he was wrest all of the East from their hands.

Not even waiting for a response Solomon ordered an invasion of Syria in 1212. The war was, once again, on.
 
she would soon bear him a son, Romanos, named for a relative the crown prince was very fond of.
And he will grow up to be Romanos the Mad, the worst Emperor of Rome, even worse than Honorius, Valentinian III (a disgrace to his name), and Petronius Maximus. Combined. Speaking of mad emperors, I assume the best OTL equivalent for how Caligula is seen ITTL would be how say Maximinus Thrax, Elagabalus, or Didius Julianus are seen IOTL in how he is seen as an awful Emperor but has been overshadowed by other Emperors?
 
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I'm getting OTL Last Roman-Persian War from this Roman-Turkish conflict.

Many rounds of brutal warfare and destruction, weakening both of them so a 3rd party can swoop in and take the spoils.
 
Part 84: War in the East Part II
Part LXXXIV: War in the East Part II​

We’re now getting into events that even those with an extreme passing interest in the subject should be familiar with. I’m sure everyone reading this is familiar with the King of the City. It is here that the first membri of that series begins, with the Golden Prince deliberately provoking a war with the Turks in order to win glory for himself, and restore his father’s honor. Or at least the first one, as every indication is that the prince held his father in contempt by this stage in his life. And as a side-note, I am aware that this whole section is more or less just the early life story of the Golden Prince, but as he is a far more fascinating figure than his father or brother, I do beg pardon for that.

In Persia, Solomon himself however would not live to see the resumption of war properly, as he died of natural causes shortly after ordering an invasion force prepared. His son Arslan IV rapidly silenced dissent among his relatives, that is to say he killed most of them, and took the throne as Emperor.

The war was still on however, and Arslan believe he could be just as successful on the field as his father had been, and to be fair he was entirely right. Up until he wasn’t. Before he had died Solomon had carefully moved supplies of sheep and grain up the Euphrates to be collected on his advance, and Arslan took full advantage of this. Bypassing the main Roman fortresses he ravaged northern Syria, and launched a quick campaign across the desert to strike toward the southern portion of the exarchate.

Local troops melted away before the Turkic assault, not confident of victory after their defeats in the 1190s. The exarch meanwhile sent desperate calls to Constantinople for reinforcements. But those reinforcements did not come. With the moment of renewed war upon him Andronikos suffered a nervous breakdown, unable to make decisions at all, even indecisive ones. He was terrified of what would happen if he screwed up yet again. So his son Nikephoros quietly assumed the reins of power, and began to more or less make the same mistakes his father had.

He first attempted to pull soldiers off the Danube, but his messengers encountered extremely unwilling soldiers, who knew what had happened the last time they’d been marched off to Syria. After his envoys were beaten by the men it was made clear by the Moesian commanders that any attempt to force their men across the Empire would end in mutiny, and it would be all to easy from there to slip into civil war.

The Golden Prince offered to rally the men himself, as they were loyal to him after his successes the previous decade, but the offer was refused. Nikephoros respected his brother, but faced with the possibility of rebellious troops he couldn’t dare send them a possible claimant to the throne. Such a situation might well lead to the shaky position of the Imperial court to be thrown into civil war despite his best efforts. Instead the Prince was sent into Anatolia to train new soldiers to send to Syria, a process that would take at least a couple of years before the men were ready for real battle.

It was at this time that the prince really acquired his nickname, taken from the armor that he and his guards wore, which was embossed with goldleaf, and their purple banners were embroidered using silk woven with gold thread. All of this was to ensure that wherever the prince was all of the army could see him and his guard. As they were always in the thick of the fighting his soldiers would know that their prince had not abandoned them, that he was always confident of victory.

While the Prince raised reinforcements in Anatolia, the war in Syria was going badly. Both Edessa and Amida fell in 1214, giving the Turks solid bases in the East. But worse was still to come. With Imperial reinforcements still scarce following the failure to raise troops from the Danube border, and with Egyptian forces engaged in fighting against Arab tribes in Palaestina, the Turks were able to drive the Syrians back throughout the remainder of the year, until they besieged Antioch itself at the end of 1214. The city was strong and its garrison large, but it wasn’t enough. After a nine-month siege the city gave up, surrendering to the Turks in 1215. When the city fell four full tagmas were forced to surrender, taking from the Romans 20,000 men. And Antioch itself was one of the most populous cities in Syria. Its fall was a devastating blow.

Arslan was under no delusions he could hold the city from an inevitable counterattack, so after demolishing the city’s walls and carting his prisoners away he withdrew. Antioch however had been hit hard by the siege. Some ten thousand people had died, and another twenty thousand had fled. The population had shrunk by nearly a third in total. What was worse the ruin of the citadel and walls rendered its strategic value virtually nonexistent.

Things went less well the next year when the army of Armenia dealt a major blow to a force invading out of Daylam, driving them back across the border and seizing the fortresses in the region. But in Syria the Turks were once again on the offensive. They met the Egyptian army near the ruins of Damascus, the outnumbered Egyptians were defeated in battle, forcing them to retreat to positions in Palaestina rather than continue the fight in Syria itself. By the end of 1217 all of Syria was in Turkic hands, save the lands west of Antioch, and the region around Dara and Nisibis, which stubbornly held out against Turkic sieges.

In 1218 the Turks approached the Romans and offered peace terms. The old tribute would be reinstated, but the Romans would be forced to cede large parts of Syria to the Turkic Emperor, and agree to hand over Nisibis as well. Nikephoros, now terrified that despite all the penance done by himself and his father was tempted, but talked out of accepting by his brother. The Prince now also convinced Nikephoros to let him go to Syria and try to salvage the situation. Nikephoros again refused, now believing more than ever that his brother would be declared Emperor by his men if he was successful. Instead the Prince was sent to Italy to raise funds and men to be shipped East.

This was a mistake.

The level of the mistake was revealed in 1219 when Arslan once again was able to lay siege to Antioch, and was attacked by an Imperial army coming out of Anatolia of some twenty-five thousand. In the fighting that followed the Romans were badly beaten by the now entirely veteran, and highly confident Turkish force, and forced to retreat. Antioch, its defenses so newly patched, was once again forced to surrender. This time Arslan did not withdraw, but settled into the city and prepared to annex all of Syria to the Turkic Empire.

Something had to give and everyone knew it. The Romans had lost battle after battle, but they simply would not quit fighting, as the Imperial heir tried desperately to determine what would please God enough to spare him further defeats. Whatever it was that God wanted was not revealed, as the next year Arslan, now with even more reinforcments from Persia attacked south into Palaestina, defeating the Egyptians once again and occupying the northern parts of the region.

But this was at least the Turk highwater mark. Arslan had spread his forces too thing, and he was forced back by a combined Caliphate-Egyptian army in mid-1221. More importantly however, in 1221 Andronikos III died. He was seventy years old, and had been Emperor for 29 years.

Andronikos was a terrible Emperor. He was thoroughly forgettable in peace, but in war he proved a complete disaster. And after walking into that disaster what good qualities he had in peace disappeared. He was indecisive, weak, and ultimately was removed from power by a son who should also have been a weak ruler, but by comparison comes off as strong and decisive, if nowhere near as strong and decisive as his own successor. Andronikos III only misses out on being the worst Emperor of this century, of this entire time period, by the one who would come not long after his own death. And it was in large part Andronikos’s personal failing that brought the mad Emperor to power. Perhaps if he had been a better patriarch of the Imperial family things would have turned out differently. But they didn’t, and his oldest son neglected his own familial ties in pursuit of some imagined pietal purity that would restore Roman greatness, when what was actually needed was just strong leadership.

He is rightly confined to the dustbin of history.

But his death was a critical moment in the Turkic War. It meant that Nikephoros was no longer just another Prince, if the one in line for the throne. It meant he was now the Emperor, and his brother no longer a threat in his mind. The Golden Prince received his orders just a week after word of his father’s death. Take the Tagmata, raise what reinforcements he could, go to Syria, and crush the Turks.

The Prince did so without hestitation. Now firmly in charge of the entire war effort he immediately raised the entire Tagmata, and successfully convinced five thousand men from the Danube to follow him to Syria, with promises of loot and glory, the sort their predecessors had earned under him against the Cumans in the first decade of the century. As he marched across Anatolia more soldiers were gathered from garrisons, all with promises of glory and plunder.

Crossing the Silician Gates the Prince met his first challenge by a small Turk army that was blocking passage to Antioch, and in a short battle he crushed and scattered them, his decisive use of heavy cavalry overwhelming the smaller Turkic force. He entered Antioch before the end of the year without a fight.

In Antioch the officers under the Golden Prince offered a number of plans to retake Imperial territory, but the Prince rejected them all. No, he wasn’t interested in a long slow war of sieges, not when he could end the war by going after the source, the Turkic Emperor himself. Defeat him, destroy his army, and the war was over.

When 1222 began the Prince immediately marched out to fulfill his plans. Bringing along an army that now included some ten thousand Syrian soldiers who had survived the war to this point, he tracked down Arslan’s main army as it returned toward Dara, and engaged them in battle near Amida. The battle went well initially, but after a few hours of fighting a Turkic charge spooked the Syrians, and thinking the battle lost they broke and fled. The now badly outnumbered Imperial army was forced to withdraw to avoid a collapse of the entire flank.

The Prince was furious at the cowardice of the Syrians, and he gave a speech haranguing them for their flight. But he told them, they would get a chance to redeem themselves. Any hope of the men however was dashed when the prince ordered the Syrians decimated. They were shocked and appalled. Decimation had been illegal for six hundred years, but the Prince was deadly serious. The Syrians clearly had no stomach for fighting, and so he would force it on them. They would now either obey his orders, or he would drive them out of the camp and into the waiting Turkic army.

The men did as they were ordered, at spearpoint of the Tagmata and Danube troops, who had seen the Prince be the first into and the last out of the battle. Even after the decimation harsh discipline was enforced on the Syrians, to force them to adapt and become better, or at least harder, soldiers. Punishments for infractions were swift and brutal, with at least five men executed over the next month for various misdeeds.

But, for the Prince’s purposes it worked. The Syrians now feared him more than they feared Arslan, and when they next met in battle the Syrians would not flee. But nor would they forget the brutal treatment by the Imperial Prince, and in time will be one of the first to rise in rebellion when the Emperor’s madness grew too much to bear.

Getting the Syrians into shape took the remainder of 1222, during which time the Prince returned to Antioch so he could receive supplies through the nearby ports, and raise more soldiers for the coming battle. That battle came in 1223, and was the end of the Eastern War. The two sides met in the Syrian desert, and Arslan was well prepared for the Imperial onslaught. Knowing that his horsemen were unlikely to withstand the onslaught of the Imperial heavy cavalry, who actually outnumbered his own horse, he dipped into old tactics and dug a ditch across the battlefield, and trained his men to ride across the solid portions while pretending to flee.

But the Prince noticed something was amiss, and as the two armies faced off with one another over a period of several days he took a force out at night to scout near the Turkic camp. There they discovered the ditch, and the Prince had a wonderful idea. The night before the battle he concealed a force of men armed with axes, crossbows, and shovels behind a dune near one side of the trench, and placed most of his cavalry upon that side of his lines.

Arslan seeing this believed his plan was working perfectly, and so positioned his own cavalry opposite their Imperial brethren. The two sides began to skirmish, and unnoticed by the Turks who were focused on the fighting in front of them the concealed Imperials emerged and entered the ditch, moving stealthily along until they came to the crossings. Working as fast as they could these were lowered, not to the bottom of the trench as that would have taken too long, but enough that the Turkic horsemen would not be able to cross without falling to their doom.

It was only done in a few spots, but they didn’t need to close off all of the crossings anyway, just enough that the men themselves could cover the rest. As the morning wore on the Prince noticed a brief signal sent by one of the men in the ditch, and ordered his army forward. The Tagmatic cavalry bore down on their Turkish opposites, and battle was joined, while the Imperial infantry began advancing on their Turkic foes as well. After a brief fight the Turkic cavalry seemingly broke and ran, fleeing back toward the ditch as planned.

But to their shock the crossing that was meant to be their salvation was gone, and men and horses plunged into the ditch to their deaths, while the two crossings that remained intact were suddenly blocked by Roman soldiers firing crossbows, or formed up in close formation. Pressed against their own ditch and the Romans the Turkic cavalry was slaughtered to the last man.

Arslan from his own position could only watch in horror as the Roman cavalry slowly turned, leveled their spears at the back of the Turkic infantry, now hemmed in by Roman infantry, and began to trot forward. On and on they came, slowly at first, but picking up speed. At their head was the Golden Prince himself, immediately recognizable from his banner and armor. His men cheered and sang a hymn as they plowed into the Turkic rear, raising and lowering their spears as they slaughtered anyone who came across them.

The Turks broke and fled, but the Romans pursued and showed no mercy. Of the thirty-five thousand men Arslan had begun the day with, it is estimated that between the slaughter and subsequent desertion he was left with under two thousand when the Prince overran his camp and captured the fleeing Emperor that evening.

The tables had indeed turned. Arslan was informed coldly that he could either agree to an Imperial peace, or be executed and a peace would be enforced on his successor. Knowing that the political situation in Persia would be terrible with the defeat and slaughter of his army, which included his most powerful supporters, Arslan saw the writing on the wall, and could only hope that the peace offered was reasonable.

He was disappointed. The peace offered was both harsh and humiliating. All territory would be returned, and all alliances between the Turks and the Arabs were to be immediately dissolved. Fortresses in Daylam facing Armenia would be dismantled, and the revenues of Assyria would be given as gifts to the Roman Emperor for the next twenty Years. As an additional indemnity all payments made to the Turks since Andronikos’s defeat were to be repaid, with interest. But just to rub salt in the wound Arslan wasn’t even to be immediately allowed to sign. First he would have to pay a ransom simply for that privilege of signing so magnanimous a document.

With the army of Persia literally in pieces around him Arslan was forced to accept, and immediately paid his weight in gold to the Prince. According to the stories, the Golden Prince told him coldly that if the Turkic Emperor was unhappy with the terms he could try again, and see how much harsher terms could get when his army was defeated once again. Then, after the signing was complete the Prince cut the right hand off of the Turkic Emperor, telling him that if there was a next time, then Arslan would not be signing whatever terms were offered. A sensationalist, and almost certainly false account.

But what happened next was not. Throwing the Turkic Emperor from the Roman camp in humiliation the Golden Prince returned to his victorious troops, who were splitting the booty captured during the battle among themselves. He stood before them in triumph, hoisting his banner aloft for all to see. aAs one they hailed him for his magnificent victory. “Hail Imperator. Hail Basileos. Hail Romanos.”

Because the son of Nikephoros was named for his brother. The Golden Prince, himself. Romanos the Mad.
 
Awesome chapter! The lead up to giving us the name of Romanos was awesome especially the scene it was presented in!
Thanks, I was hoping that this would give a chance to really get introduced to the sort of leader Romanos III is before he actually got into his position as a real leader. I.e. he's aggressive, martial, brave, and very ruthless.

The title's making me wonder when Revanus is going to make an appearance.
Did you mean Romanos rather than the Golden Prince? He already sort of showed his true colors in the decimation of the Syrians, and high-handed treatment of the defeated Turk Emperor. Romanos isn't an incompetent, lazy, self-indulgent fool. He's what happens if an Emperor like Augustus or Manuel II didn't know when to reign in the cruelty.
 
Thanks, I was hoping that this would give a chance to really get introduced to the sort of leader Romanos III is before he actually got into his position as a real leader. I.e. he's aggressive, martial, brave, and very ruthless.


Did you mean Romanos rather than the Golden Prince? He already sort of showed his true colors in the decimation of the Syrians, and high-handed treatment of the defeated Turk Emperor. Romanos isn't an incompetent, lazy, self-indulgent fool. He's what happens if an Emperor like Augustus or Manuel II didn't know when to reign in the cruelty.
So real-life Maegor the Cruel?
 
Is the reason why the Golden Prinice name is used so much is because TTL historians wanted to seperate Romano’s from his (disastrous) reign as Emperor?

He seems like the type of Emperor who has a degree of security on the throne only if the military successes continue, a setback (Mongols?) will unravel everything.
 
Is the reason why the Golden Prinice name is used so much is because TTL historians wanted to seperate Romano’s from his (disastrous) reign as Emperor?
Pretty much. Similar to how modern historians or programs might use Octavius or Octavian for Augustus Caesar before he got sole power, but Augustus after.

And also because if I’d used his actual name throughout then it would have been too obvious how things would have turned out.
 
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