The Raptor of Spain

A very nice read! So the kingdom will be still facing financial problem? with Alfonso dead seem unlikely that Alejandro will continue seizing church lands... there are gonna be problems with his brother? Rolando seem pretty busy in the east and he doesn't seem the greedy and ambitious type.
Whew, glad you think so. I was a bit nervous about this one since it covered internal-politicking/infrastructure. The kingdom does need money. Standing army/garrisons are at about 70,000 without counting auxiliary forces, administrative or infrastructure costs and now they have to do a naval build up.

As to sibling problems, the key is in the second sentence. They could not have been more different, on the surface.
 
To be perfectly honest with you, I prefer these internal political developments to updates about warfare. Frankly, you've created an incredibly interesting political landscape and I greatly enjoy reading about it. Great update, keep it up!
 
To be perfectly honest with you, I prefer these internal political developments to updates about warfare. Frankly, you've created an incredibly interesting political landscape and I greatly enjoy reading about it. Great update, keep it up!

Internal developments updates, be they political, social or economic tend to flesh out TL's more, thats at least the reason why i enjoy them
 
2.64 – A Profusion of Policies

The Kingdom of Spaña had known many rulers. Most were adequate and well meaning. Some were skilled generals or administrators. A few might well have saved the state. Others struggled with disasters at least partly of their own making. The state survived, buoyed by the high quality of its bureaucracy, the loyalty of its military and careful taming of its aristocracy. When Alejandro and his friends rode into the capital for his coronation, many wondered which kind of king he would be.

Alejandro V evidenced very little of the lust for novelty and beauty that had marked his time as Crown Prince. Most sources believed this was due to the death of the woman who he claimed exemplified both. The new king gave his attention to wine, which he drank whenever possible, and his young son Pedro who reminded him of what he'd lost. It was only when with his son that the king displayed any real feeling. As for the government, he was even more determined to avoid it as king than he had been as prince. Instead, his favorites and allies gained more influence over the government with varying results. While the government never functioned well in the hands of an uninterested monarch (a weakness of the system), this failing could be made up by competent high officials.

After its reorganization under Enrique II, the General Court consisted of seven members besides the king. These were the Vizrey, the State or Royal Secretary, the Grand Duke, the Archbishop of Toledo (as the Primate of Spaña) and the Magistrates of Land, Laws, and Finance. The final act of Enrique II before his departure for Sevilla had been to name Joseph Tibbovin to the position of Vizrey. A clever and creative man, Tibbovin managed to secure for his office the power of appointments making him responsible for staffing many of the key government posts. His first act as Vizrey was to engineer the appointment of his protege Guerson Aboçach from the Nafarra Commission[1] as Royal Secretary assuring him some influence over government correspondence. He was also in open alliance with Grand Duke Eblas, making his position all but unassailable though not unopposed.

One of the new king's few official actions had been to name his mother Edilaza to stand for him in the government. Edilaza despite two decades as queen had never been particularly interested or adept at governing. Outside of domestic matters her primary attentions were religious. Archbishop Isidro favored her greatly after she ceased her attempts to impose more northerly doctrines on the church and practiced the Toledan Rite. He became her primary adviser, bringing the church more influence and prominence in the government than it usually held.

There had always been a little tension between Isidro and Tibbovin because of religion, but with Isidro closer to power this tension flared. That Isidro had supported the confiscation of the monastic lands where Tibbovin and Eblas had been reluctant also played a major part in the archbishop's growing hostility. When Eblas departed to assess the situation in the east, Tibbovin was left without his most powerful ally. At the same time, his own promotion created a hole in the Financial Agency, one filled by a close friend of the king, Serio Escribano de Mértila.

Serio was not nobility, though he was distantly related by marriage to the Count of Beja. His family was heavily involved in the wool industry at a time when it became more important to commerce. The key driver of this was the breeding of a new type of sheep, known as the Merino[2] which resulted from a blending of local breeds with those from Albany. Merino wool proved markedly stronger and softer than earlier types, and they were emerging in sufficient numbers for profit. But the numbers on the peninsula were nothing compared with the great herds in Africa.[3]

With the heavy destruction visited on Toscana and facilities in Francia nascent, far away and tied to that monarchy, the peninsular production of cloth took on new importance. The Escribano family and its partners had invested heavily into the development of the cloth making industry. There were already important centers of production west of Salamanca and in south-west Centrajo[4] but this would not be enough for anticipated demand. While he was friends was the king, Serio had been instructed by his family to use his position to create more industry closer to home where they could take advantage of the lack of internal tariffs to produce their cloth for export.

By the time Serio became the Magistrate of Finance, he had already spoken to many of the cloth-makers abducted from Italy in the wars earlier in the century who had found themselves languishing. Several of them had already scouted sites in Godosa and far north Vascoña, where the combinations of strong river systems and the existence of wine and metallurgy industries had already laid the foundation and technical expertise for expansion. The local inhabitants of Godosa were manifestly in favor of this plan. Their economy had declined since the turn of the century owing to the growing importance of Valencia and damage to traditional trade partner, Toscana. Only the recent devastation of the region during the Roman Catholic Revolt of the 1130s prevented further unrest and there were small urban riots in Barcelona recorded in the last few years.

Now all Serio needed was a little support from the state's coffers, which he managed.

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Prince Rolando had been unable to attend the funeral of his father, his brother's Royal Assembly, or any other gatherings. The demands on his life were direct and familiar: War and personal tragedy. Like his older brother, Rolando's own wife had died during the birth of their second child, Maria in 1169. Instead of withdrawing from the world like the king, Rolando threw himself into his duties.

The same year Enrique II died, Muslim armies under the Emir of Damascus attacked imperial duchies of in the Levant.[5] Despite being organized for war, they were unable to muster a military force large enough to challenge the invaders directly. They mounted quick strikes, disrupting supplies or ambushing smaller divisions. While this prevented a single battle from being decisive, it was unable to halt Islamic advances. The greatest loss during this period was the Duchy of Emesa. This led to a large number of smaller towns and fortresses capitulating to the Damascene emir, who was able to draw limited support from the Muslims in the countryside. The southern ports, particularly Tripoli, only survived because of the imperial navy. This put increasing strain on that navy, and was a primary reason for intense diplomatic exchanges that took place between Prince Rolando and Constantinople.

With the Spaniards now at the gateway to the Aegean, it was thought best to secure their help and goodwill to support efforts elsewhere. This culminated in the establishment in 1169 of what the Spaniards called “Greek Harbor” a section of the Candia port set aside for the exclusive use of imperial shipping and within which, the Spaniards did not collect tariffs. There were strict rules on how many military personnel could dock at the port at one time, and a prohibition on fortifying the neighborhood.

To govern the port and maintain relations with the westerners, empire sent a middle ranking soldier by the name of Demetrios Doromiros. His name suggests a Slavic origin, but he was culturally indistinguishable from any other imperial subject and the Spaniards thought of him as “Greek.” He is recorded attending the marriage of Prince Rolando to Sofia Alusiano in 1170, which was described as a somewhat subdued affair. Probably because he already had an heir, romantic feeling played a stronger role in this marriage. The participants were purported to be rather besotted of each other[6] though Sofia was resented for her family's rapid social climbing by established houses in southern Italy.

To her credit, his wife never urged him to neglect the alliance with the Bavarian kingdom. While only a few years before friendly relations with both the Empire and the Bavarians would have been impossible, they now shared a common enemy in the Kimeks. When the Arabs invaded the empire from the south, a large amount of gold was spent to purchase a truce with the Khagan. While the land north of the Danube had been lost and northern Bulgaria overrun, the economic losses of this territory were not catastrophic. Flush with gold and secure in the south, the Kimeks continued west into the much more friendly environs of the Pannonian Basin where they encountered the Rossiyans.

The Rossiyan nobility might have migrated south from the steppes themselves, ruling effectively over a mixed population, but they proved themselves to be no match for armies of the vast Khaganate. Already weakened from struggles with the Bavarians to the east, the Rossiyans were defeated and the plains rapidly conquered. A few small forays by the Bavarians had been met with fierce resistance and in retaliation a number of border settlements and forts between the Danube and the Tiza were attacked and either razed or taken. For now at least, the Bavarians took to fortifying the river line as best they could, and preparing for a future confrontation. The Kimeks meanwhile, turned back east and were engaged in a more difficult campaign to subdue the Vlachs (one of the earliest western references to this people) in the Carpathian Mountains.

As relationships among the General Court in Toledo deteriorated, the governors of the eastern regions (Serdena, Corsega, the Italian provinces) looked more to Rolando for guidance. This was a testament to the strength and stability of the realm, but the Prince knew that if he could not provide solutions to their difficulties, they might yet turn away from him. Their concerns were prompted by more than the lack of attention from the capital save for demands. The Italian cities depended heavily on the eastern trade and increasing Egyptian hostility was beginning to bite. Cutting off trade with the west would have hurt the Makanids perhaps even more than the Italians, but they could and did make the process as painful and expensive as possible.

The Prince sent his new brother-in-law Matteo, west to Nápoles as an emissary to meet with the representatives of the Italian territories in an informal council. Along with the ruling classes, there were also several middle-ranking military officers, including Ferran Almagre, who had recently completed his training and served as a second to one of the officers sent by Duke Juassan. The most surprising event at the council was the arrival of senior member of the government, Grand Duke Eblas.

While the departure of the Grand Duke had left the Vizrey in some difficulties, he delivered important news to the Italian council. He informed them that confiscation of monastic lands had ceased under Alejandro V and some—but not all—lands had been returned to their rightful owners. The rest had been divided up and granted to supporters of Alejandro V on the condition that they employ a minimum number of workers. Thanks to Prince Rolando, no confiscation occurred in Italy[7] and there was apparent relief that at the abandonment of the scheme.

Eventually after negotiations, Prince Rolando was given authority to take whatever measures necessary to counter coastal raids. Eblas also gave official sanction to the employment of local forces by the eastern empire as mercenaries for use in their European dominions. These units are known to imperial sources as simply the “Spañan Companies” though there were few peninsular Spaniards in them, almost entirely the higher officers, with the largest contingents hailing from the restless Alpine regions and calling themselves Francians, Bavarians, or Aarin.

With this confirmation of his power by the respected and venerable duke, Rolando acted to take advantage of his renewed authority. After the departure of the Spañan Companies for the Balkans where they would cause grief and grace in equal measure, he made plans of his own.

First he transferred his residency from Crete to the Italian peninsula, and on the suggestion of his wife selected the city of Salerno to be his princely seat. This placed the prince in easy geographical reach of most of the Italian lands and in the center of the most Hispanic parts of the Italian peninsula. Second, Rolando named his young son Radolfo to rule Crete in his stead, but gave actual control to Major Bartoloméo[8] underscoring the importance he placed on holding the island. Third, with the help of Edir he established a ruling council to coordinate and strengthen the interests of the region. Unlike the General Court in Toledo, Rolando's council which became known as the “Italian Court” or the “Minor Court” was one of executive actors as opposed to administrative.

In part this was due to the inconsistent attention paid to these regions by the government in Toledo, but geographic location was the main reason. Early Spaña was open to attack from both land and sea, but for over two centuries, the western coasts of the European and African territories had been peaceful. Friendly relations with north African powers kept piracy in the eastern ports down and while the fight against the Arab tribes had been long and costly, it was successful. For large parts of Spaña, there was less need for immediate defense from outside forces and internal security provided by the state helped support growing prosperity. Italy was under more foreign pressures.

Prince Rolando inaugurated a new phase in the peninsula's development by strongly supporting and strengthening the urban military. Historically Italian cities had often contributed military forces for their own protection or when obligated. While this aspect was more common in the north, the Spaniards preferred to leave these local militias as city police forces rather than involve them in larger conflicts. They did recruit from Italy, but tended to disperse these recruits throughout their armies to combat regionalism. Under Rolando's changes, the urban middle-class began to receive taxation and legal incentives for their help. Wealthier urban interests could afford good horses, quality armor and training. The less wealthy could still gain benefits by joining urban infantry companies though these were often partially financed by wealthier interests too.

The key difference is that Prince Rolando's reforms to Italy involved the individual territories in a larger defensive scheme. Instead of handling most of the training and equipment for local recruits paid by tax money, these expenses were outsourced and tax demands accordingly reduced. On campaign, these units would be combined and lead by local Spaniards, those born in Italy to Spañan parents. Rolando still kept a core of regular troops for his army compromised of Spaniards sent from home. Over time, Rolando hoped to more fully integrate the Italian commanders and troops with the Spaniards, blending the two peoples further but at this point he settled for cooperation.

While establishing this new force would take some time, Rolando's immediate plans did not require much in the way of ground troops. Instead he set out for Tripoli in Africa with a small but well trained fleet.

Thus he was gone when news reached Italy of the death of his brother.
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[1]The lowest (vali) level administrative division. The name comes from the Latin commissa which is what Asturias originally called their initial tiny administrative divisions in OTL. They were also known as mandationes, but not in this TL.
[2]Named after the Marinids who are Christian sheep-breeders in this TL and who have gotten more powerful since the fall of the Maurez in 1139.
[3]Because they are part of the same state, this has the effect of strengthening agriculture in the peninsula compared to OTL, since the best sheep farming is done in Africa.
[4]This is historical.
[5]Antioch is a province, but Aleppo, Emesa, Edessa, and Tripoli are Duchies.
[6]The speed of this remarriage suggests that Rolando had already had some sort of feeling for her prior to the death of his wife, but there is no suggestion of impropriety.
[7]Control this far east is somewhat tenuous, enough that Rolando can effectively stonewall orders from the king for a while.
[8]Major as in Major Commander, a replacement of the Marshal rank. Crete will probably end up a "military district" like Castile.

Important Military Ranks:
Duke – commands a legion consisting of an unspecified number of banners
Major (Commander) – commands a banner ~1200-1600
Commanders – commands battles ~400-500
Captain - company commander or aide to a senior officer

Nomenclature:
I have changed my title style so many times over the years. Hopefully this one will stick. The number at the start, denotes volume number and update number. Thus, this update is number 64 of Volume 2. While I have retroactively updated these in my notes, I'll still link to them by post number to avoid confusion.
 
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Great update MNP, really glad to see this TL is up and running again.

Both Alejandro V, and Rolando make interesting characters, and it seems Rolando might make some corrections in the faults Alejando V produced. Though at the same time I feel Italy might start developing some want for separation from Spaña.


Also was Russia/Rossiya just disappear of the map? (Is there any particular reason why you referred to it as Russia in this update? Generally you have used Rossiya).

Looking forward to what follows, especially now that the TL has advanced a few more years forward, I'm really curious to know how the exploration of the New World by the Irish is going.
 
Great update MNP, really glad to see this TL is up and running again.

Both Alejandro V, and Rolando make interesting characters, and it seems Rolando might make some corrections in the faults Alejando V produced. Though at the same time I feel Italy might start developing some want for separation from Spaña.

Also was Russia/Rossiya just disappear of the map? (Is there any particular reason why you referred to it as Russia in this update? Generally you have used Rossiya).

Looking forward to what follows, especially now that the TL has advanced a few more years forward, I'm really curious to know how the exploration of the New World by the Irish is going.
-In my drafts I tend to use "Spanish" and "Russia" to give my spell-check a break as it usually covers the draft in red lines due to Alt-terms. I forgot to swap out Russia for Rossiya before publishing. Fixed now.
-Rolando... has a major problem in that his nephew is alive.
-The New World update will come around AD 1200. I can say with confidence that Cahokia is still doomed.

The past 10 days I've been reading Spain's Centuries of Crisis which has proved valuable though not tremendously applicable. I think I've painted a slightly too rosy a picture in both religion, and noble/crown power politics, so future stress might dwell more on the problems there. It also should be noted that because of the medical and agricultural advances Europe is approaching "full" west of the Oder-Neisse line with the exception of the Maghreb and Albaney. Population pressures are slowly beginning to drive politics.

@frozenpredator: Thanks, after posting this I realized it was just paragraph after paragraph so I'm glad it's not impenetrable.
 
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29 February Update

2.65 – The Fallen King

Since its conquest by the Arabs during the early days of the caliphate, Tarabulus or Tripoli was usually ruled from Egypt. A brief change came during the tenth century when the Qarmatians conquered Egypt and overthrew the Abbasids. Tripoli declared independence only to be conquered a generation later by the Makanids of Ifriqiya who took up residence in Egypt some 60 years later. Tripoli was not large, but it was an important regional port connecting the African interior to the Middle East and the Mediterranean. The city was located on the western side of the harbor, curving slightly along the coast. The great houses of the local elites lay scattered in the country around the city. Finally there were a few fishing villages farther along the coast to the east some miles from the city itself.

To the inhabitants the day began like any other until a small fleet appeared off the coast. Mild surprise became concern became terror when a flotilla broke off angling for the harbor. Powerful shipboard artillery launched western Naphtha along with fire ships to block the harbor entrance. The rest of the fleet bypassed the city and landed several miles to the west. They used the attack on the harbor as a cover to disgorge some companies of light horsemen and footmen along with a small unit of heavy cavalry.[1] Safely ashore, they regrouped and proceeded to devastate the surrounding countryside, burning any crops they found and setting fire to any structures in their path. Leading them was a man in plate with the emblem of a bull inlaid in silver on a shoulder.

The evening of the first day, Prince Rolando learned the city's fleet was absent. Not about to abandon good fortune but concerned lest the enemy return, he used the night to attack several small palaces in the countryside.[2] By the end of the second day resistance began to form, but so far Rolando had been so successful that there was no coordination of communication among the enemy. While they'd encountered no sizable resistance, that evening he gave orders to prepare for a return to the ships.

This evacuation went well until they were engaged by elements from the city. This proved more of a harassment than a real threat and Rolando led his bodyguards against the garrison driving them back and buying himself time to escape. After leaving the coast behind them, Rolando congratulated his men and passed out stolen oranges to his captains and soldiers who distinguished themselves. Later it was discovered that most of the lemon trees were left untouched by the Spaniards as an homage to Amina.

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On the return voyage, the fleet had to go out of its way to avoid Malta. Being so close to Sicily it was a massive obstacle to Spañan control of the seas, souring many of the benefits from the Cretan conquest. The prince resolved—if circumstances and God allowed—that finding a way to deal with Malta would be his next task. Now with the Makanids involved in the east might be a good time to strike, but he never got that chance.

At the Kahanid port of Kélibia, he sent small parties to resupply led by Captain Constantino de Lacon. A short time later he returned with urgent news, he had heard rumors that Alejandro V was dead. Rolando wanted to dismiss them, but he knew his brother had been a wreck since that woman had died and kingship had not helped. That evening he debated the best course of action with himself. Should he stop in Tarabana to see if he could learn more, continue on to Salerno or even break with the fleet and sail to Caliastra? Any Spañan ship would have to stop there on its way east. That night he was reputed to have had a dream that his brother was indeed dead and the next day his ship departed for Caliastra.

Despite moments of prominence in Spañan history, the island of Cerdena had never offered the Spaniards much trouble. Not compared to the Francian border or Toscana. When the kingdom was founded, Cerdena was ruled by a practically autonomous provincial official of the eastern empire. Soon external imperial attention was fixed on Bulgaria and internal on a power struggle among the imperial family with the specter of Iconoclasm hanging over them all. The island's first brush with the Spaniards came under Saloman I (r.791 – 812) in the opening years of the ninth century. The second king evidenced a light touch, caring more about the island's use as a staging area for Italian campaigns but the Consulate War ended any further ambitions.

After the Ahmarid invasion of Sicily in 824, Cerdena's links to the eastern empire were broken. Cerdena fractured into territories based on the imperial administrative units who fought each other as much as frequent Muslim landings. The island was unified more or less by a second Spañan invasion under Rolando I (r.850 – 861) and functioned as a test of his young standing army. By the year 860 the island was divided between Spaña and the city of Pisa. A revolt against foreign influences during the Reclamation led to the Spaniards conquering the whole island save for the more rugged interior. Despite the increased military presence, it was only during and after the Roman Wars that the Spaniards truly made the island their own, bringing in a number of settlers. After the expansion of its port facilities, Caliastra became a major naval base for expeditions eastward. A series of stout towers protected the island from pirates. That security along with investment, moderate taxation, and cheap access to Spañan markets brought prosperity to an island slowly reconciled to control from Toledo.

Due to the importance of the island to Spañan control of Italy, the original four counties on the island established under Ortiz the Great were abolished. For the past century the island was ruled by royal appointment as the “Lordship of Cerdena” and had attached to it the odd title of Don.[3] But whatever the title or the position, Prince Rolando was simply glad that it belonged to Arrigo Ledeya who was a friend from their school days in Toledo despite the five year difference in age.

The evening the prince arrived, Arrigo privately broke the news to him that his brother and father were reunited. The success of the raid on Tripoli and any plans the prince had for the eastern territories faded and he took counsel with Don Arrigo.

Unlike the prince, Don Arrigo's recent appointment allowed him knowledge of the factionalism developing in the General Court and the peninsula as a whole. The situation would be a test of Amina's succession law – Alejandro V's only son was a bastard. Would the queen-mother's faction (led by partisans of Alejandro V) attempt to place him on the throne? Rolando had to act quickly, wisely and with force.

Don Arrigo immediately sent a ship to Salerno to officially report the raid on Tripoli, announce the ascension of Rolando as king and bring the royal family to the Hispanic peninsula. Together with Edir, they would gather the support of the eastern regions including Duke Juassan. While there were no instances of Spañan dukes fighting each other, they had come close a few times and the influence of such a capable commander could not be underestimated.

The prince would sail west as soon as his ships were armed and provisioned, but Don Arrigo added several more ships to Rolando's fleet. Having the new king attacked by pirates would have been a disaster for the country, not to mention an embarrassment. Finally, a trio of smaller vessels were dispatched to the northern Mediterranean provinces to secure the support from the Marqueses of Zaragoza and Tolosa. While both had suffered during the long war with Francia[4] they remained important economic centers and a substantial base of support for the monarchy as together they influenced roughly a fifth of the Royal Assembly.[5]

Rolando worried. Since the formation of the Councillarium, the nobility was suddenly confronted with the fact of their growing irrelevance. They were not without use, and they had played important roles as military leaders then as sources of development in the first centuries of the state. But with more Councilors filling positions in the government as part of various deals, the nobility realized the difference between themselves and administrative bureaucrats was not as great as they had once believed. Their greatest power was formal approval upon succession and he was sure they would use it to extract concessions in exchange for that approval.

What will they demand? he wondered. More land? Personal military power? What will satisfy them short of a regency for my nephew?

In Italy the nobles were wealthy due to their lands. Urban centers might have relationships with them, but relied more on elected officials such as potestads. Revolts, occasional downturns in agricultural production and strong support for Italian cooperatives allowed the Spaniards to keep the Italian nobility from becoming too powerful, but it was a more precarious process than the Spañan land laws. Balancing atop the triangle of power between rural commoners, the nobility and the urban upper-classes was exhausting and risky. Somehow the Spañan monarchy had done so without falling too often. That was why Rolando encouraged the development of the Italian urban military establishment, to even the balance a little more.

I won't allow them to destabilize the balance of forces.

Even so, Rolando's mind shied away from the consequences of a failed Royal Assembly. He could already feel a dagger pointing at his back and was glad he'd brought a small army along. He only wished he'd brought more. For the rest of the voyage he resolutely ignored his worries. If he had no choice but to idle away as they sailed, he would take this last chance to rest.

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It was a beautiful day when Rolando's fleet sailed into Valencia port. With it's burgeoning population, intensively farmed hinterlands and expansive sea trade, the city was arguably the greatest along the Spañan coast. Rolando watched Valencia from the deck while a boat rowed its way to shore so Captain Alagón could inform the city notables of the arrival of the King of Spaña. He regretted not being able to fly the royal banner, but he would have had to tear it down from somewhere else to do so. He felt his pulse quicken—his time for rest was over. Now he would begin to build support or see his options melt away. Count Jaime could not influence others like the Marqueses of Zaragoza and Tolosa, but the support of Valencia came with a great deal of economic clout. Even with the nobility, that counted.

Rolando was sipping some lemonade and playing cards[6] a few hours later with the captain of the ship—who was too nervous about playing against an almost-king to try very hard—when Alagón returned. Rolando was please to learn Alagón had brought back two envoys, one from Count Jaime and one from Alfonso de Valeras, the governor of Valencia province. After a short discussion he sent them back to inform their masters that he agreed to meet them and the city curia at the Valencia municipal hall that afternoon. He would depart in one hour to give them time to ready a further escort.

Despite his haste, Rolando felt he made a decent showing what with his bodyguard, a detail of Valencian watchmen and Count Jaime's guards. They were a little short of flags, but pennants in the state colors of gold, red and green made up for it and Rolando flew his banner, emblazoned with a bull to symbolize his authority on Crete. It took a while for the city to realize what was going on. At first it seemed only someone who was self-important beyond all reason or a foreign prince had arrived. But slowly people recognized his the banner and the crowds around them swelled.

By the time Rolando got to the municipal hall he was glade of his over-sized escort. They had cleared a way through the crowd and he did not think anyone was trampled. As he waited with his bodyguard for the curia to make some last minute adjustments to their welcome, he broke decorum by grabbing the door herald and whispering in his ear. The man nodded and Rolando adjusted his sword. When the doors opened, he stepped forward and with the light gleaming off his armor was announced as “Rolando, the Prince of Salerno and Crete, the King of Spaña.”

The members of the city curia stood before him along with the count, the governor and the bishop of the city. As one they all bowed before him, the bishop slightly less so than the rest. To his relief, Rolando could see no resentment or reluctance in their movements. He waited for just a moment then stepped forward and personally pulled the bishop, the governor and the count upright. Then he extended a hand palm up towards them, thanking them for their recognition in advance of a formal coronation and allowing them all stand. Then cool protocol dissolved in the way that seemed to unnerve non-Spaniards. The curia surrounded him in a knot, introducing themselves to him individually with Rolando's bodyguards eying them suspiciously.

Thankfully there was no gathering that night so Rolando could relax in the chambers allotted to him in Count Jaime's residence. He was not yet king so he did not turn the count out of his own rooms, but what he had was fine with him. The reception would come the next day and he would be forced to socialize with anyone who could get their hands on an invitation. As he scanned the list of those invited, he was pleased to note a few Italian names. While a part of him felt their presence as a reminder of the life he'd recently led, the larger part of his mind was pleased that Italo-Spañan tensions in Valencia were low enough for intermingling. His mouth twisted. He was obligated to do his duty. What he wanted was to lull them into leaving him to his own pursuits, as he had learned to do under his father.

I can't get away from it again. Fighting the Saracens was easier.

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The reception the next day went well. He made no mistakes and forgot no names. It also seemed like Valencia was ready to support him against any regency attempt for Pedro. His attempts to protect trade in the east appeared to have won them over. Rolando was a bit annoyed that the guests brought along their wives—but only because he missed Sofia who would have appeared like sweet honey but whispered sarcastic comments in his ear the entire time. Disdaining companionship for the night, he took a bottle of wine back to his chambers and ordered that he not be disturbed until sometime around mid-morning. Pouring himself a glass he wedged himself in the frame of the window and looked out for a long time at the countryside in the direction of Toledo.

On the third day of his time in Valencia, he awakened feeling rested without any wine head at all. He was splashing water on his face when he heard a quiet knock on his door. In the small entry room to his chambers he saw a note sitting on a side table under an ivory paper weight carved in the shape of a bat. The note was a message from Count Jaime requesting his presence in the count's personal office. Rolando sent a boy to warn the count he was coming then had a servant help him dress so he would not scandalize Valencia too much with his informality.

He was surprised to see Valeras and Valencia's Prefect of the Watch with Count Jaime. They all rose and bowed to him slightly, just enough for the private setting murmuring pleasantries. He nodded at them but got right to the point.

“What goes on here?” he asked, wishing he'd thought to arm himself when he saw the looks on their faces.

After exchanging glances with the count, Valeras sighed. “My king, I regret to say... someone tried to kill Tibbovin.”
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[1]These ships are galleys similar to the ones the Venetians built for the Crusaders and had the same basic design as the WW2 landing craft.
[2]These types of Islamic palaces were more like facades, useful for ceremony and looking pretty but not very defensible. Rolando is destroying the fancy but fragile bits, not the more sturdy parts.
[3]As in OTL extremely restricted and here will develop into a key mark of royal favor or designate people speaking for the king in certain unique situations, but not yet. It can be taken away. Ledeya was appointed by Alejandro V thanks to Tibbovin's faction. Replacing the holder of this office is difficult.
[4]Specifically 1006-1022 (Tolosa), 1043-1048 (Zaragoza), 1060-1063 (Tolosa), 1125-1148 (both).
[5]Which at my last count consists of 95 members since only 2 votes come from the Italian territories (Cerdena, Corsiga).
[6]Cards are starting to circulate because of the advent of printing which makes them more practical.

Author's Note: This update shows a bit of the internal workings of the kingdom from "ground level" so to speak. Next update will probably feature a mini-noble/bureaucratic war among other things.
ED: The traditional post-post edits are completed.
 
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Nice update.
Hmm, may I ask what you enjoyed and what could be better? The TL seems to rise in quality when I can get into a discussion of developments with other posters.

On the other hand, I know it can be hard to put more detail into a response, having been asked that myself before. So thank you regardless! :)
 

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Hmm, may I ask what you enjoyed and what could be better? The TL seems to rise in quality when I can get into a discussion of developments with other posters.

On the other hand, I know it can be hard to put more detail into a response, having been asked that myself before. So thank you regardless! :)

I don't really know what I liked, I just wanted to say that I liked it as a whole.
 
I found that seeing things through Rolando's perspective was particularly enjoyable. I quite like the small ways in which you've humanised him such as the references to him missing his wife etc. Well written overall, and I can't wait to see the repercussions of this! Also, just to be clear, is Tibbovin the Church representative or the administrator?
 
I found that seeing things through Rolando's perspective was particularly enjoyable. I quite like the small ways in which you've humanised him such as the references to him missing his wife etc. Well written overall, and I can't wait to see the repercussions of this! Also, just to be clear, is Tibbovin the Church representative or the administrator?
Isidro is the Archbishop, Tibbovin is the Vizrey (lit. "vice-king") which has a power-of-attorney for the monarch.
 
I have just caught up with the last two posts. I enjoyed them, but as I do not have time to make detailed feedback right now, I'll get back to you

Great to see the TL back either way
 
8 March Update

2.66 – Choosing Sides

It was his own fault, he was alone.

As a child, Rolando noticed people acted differently when he and his brother were together. Only as he grew older did he understand their fears of familial conflict. The last time brothers survived, the heir was dispossessed and regained the throne by violence. That she had proven herself one of the most powerful rulers Spaña had ever known was beside the point. Rolando unintentionally dealt with the problem by obedience, going where his father directed, not building power for himself.

Rolando had fun. He knew young officers and clerks who'd join him in a tavern, knew jurists who appreciated a good lyric, or monks who would debate heretical philosophy while sharing a glass. He avoided those concerned with court politics. He dealt with them in formal settings, but force him to socialize and he would think about cutting his own hand off to escape. Most never thought of the larger picture or anything but themselves. For more intimate company he preferred an energetic maid or clever shop-girl over a calculating court lady any day. Men or women, few of the high were as interesting as Arrigo Ledeya, so few were his friends. Why should he condone their self-absorption?

In the east he'd begun to understand. Politics was important, not because of power to be gained, but because of the lives he held in his hands. He'd developed a sort of arrogance. Better me than someone who doesn't care, Rolando told himself. He had no choice but work through others. If his decisions led to gains for short-sighted or undeserving men, then maybe it was the price for results.

His contacts and connections were hundreds of miles away. If he was the official heir things would be easier. Many supported his family because of identity—Rolando could trace his male ancestors back to Abd ar-Rahman. For the people his family was the defining characteristic of the state. But familial loyalty would not be enough, not with a boy of eight with the same lineage and none of the authority. He trusted Don Arrigo and hoped he could trust the Count of Valencia, but the incentive for Zaragoza and Tolosa[1] declare for him was based on competency. A thin reed. Earlier he'd wished for his family, not just his heir Radolfo, but little Juan who was the apple of his eye because he was also Sofia's son. Now he was glad they were far from danger.

* * * * *​

The party reached Sagunto the first evening after Valencia. Sagunto was unusual because it was a Commission downgraded from a District. The prosperity of Valencia leached business and people from Sagunto so when the local alcadiz died out, their replacement were mere vali. Count Jaime used the appointment to reward supporters, so there was no question about supplying the party for one night. Aside from the two hundred men he'd brought, Governor Valeras added a lance of Valencian Guardsmen who joined them at Sagunto. They were experienced guides, knowing and being known in the region.[2] With their help, they reached the town of Etureda only six days after Sagunto.

In days of Alejandro the Reclaimer, Etureda was a fortress constructed on older ruins to guard the approaches to Valencia against the northerners. A town grew up around the strong-point, but the area was one of low priority. The last major update to its defenses came during the fortifications of the 1130s. It's current survival was due to the roads that converged there. They led northwest towards Zaragoza, southeast to Valencia or south into the plains of Centrajo. At Etureda the Valencian Guards departed for home and he was introduced to Borrel de Cabrera of the Iberian State Guard. Captain Cabrera seemed surprisingly at ease with his royal person and cheerfully swore to suffer great pains if he failed to keep Rolando safe from harm.

Rolando quickly grew to like the man and Borrell proved as good as his word. Unlike the Valencians, Cabrera's men were equipped for mobility and range. Instead of lances and swords, they were armed with javelins and axes and each bore a small crossbow attached to a harness that secured and stabilized their shots.

“Not much room to fight up here, my king” he explained to Rolando. “But more places to hide. We need to strike fast and from a distance to be effective.”

“The harnesses are a good idea but I've never seen them elsewhere.”

Cabrera shrugged. “My family raises goats farther east, your Grace. We don't see the royal—excuse me—your royal agents much except for taxes. This entire province is difficult country without many large cities so events might not always make it out into the wider world.”

Despite Cabrera they made poor time, taking ten days to reach their next destination. Calatayud did not even rate a vali, and instead was ruled by a local council with major disputes only being adjudicated whenever a roving Arbiter made his rounds. Rolando's men would have to camp again unless he forced them into local houses which he was loathe to do to people not even legally his subjects yet.

After a few days they left by the northeast road for Zaragoza but on the third day out one of Cabrera's men came rushing up to the front of the column. Behind him came a small party on a very tired looking horses. Rolando turned around in time to see the lead rider dismount—it was more like a fall—and march toward him ignoring attempts to restrain her.

“Your Grace!” the young woman said with a bend of her knees that nearly turned into a fall. “It's about time I found you!”

“I see you have adopted the style of your lady,” Rolando said, holding back a chuckle. “Except she has age and status to allow her the indulgence and you Lady Briariz, have neither.”

Briariz Almagre looked up with some alarm in her face until she saw Rolando was smiling. He remembered her as a sandy-haired little pest who came for visits, but even had he been truly upset with her temerity, the message she gave would have mitigated it. She delivered it that evening, coming to his tent but remaining in full view of anyone outside to maintain decorum.

* * * * *​

“My lady says: Don't go to Zaragoza or Toledo. Men from the south have come for the Assembly, and most do not look to you as the next ruler. More are yet to come. They do not depend on the central government for protection in the capital, and are becoming impatient. Things are not calm here. You will find your allies at Segovia. Join with them there and make your own demonstration of power. Enforce the law.”

Even after time to rest, Briariz did not look well. Her mother's legendary constitution did not translate to her, and she looked pale and exhausted with dark circles under her eyes. She did not complain, delivering her message without hesitation and looked relieved when she did so without mistake.

“That was quite a message,” Rolando mused while she sipped some wine and waited. “Her plan was already concocted before my arrival, it's the only way they could be at Segovia in time. I take it these are her allies I'm meeting?”

She nodded. “I wasn't the only messenger sent. I don't know how she got the information but she got it less than a day after the royal palace. My husband was away on business. I was all but forced into the saddle and sent north. I was riding back and forth along the routes to Zaragoza for some days before you arrived,” Briariz admitted, tugging a little at one of the braids that peeked out from under her hood. “I never even got a chance to say goodbye.”

“So she has lost neither her desire to nor her skill at involving herself.”

“She just couldn't stay away,” Briariz said, clearly embarrassed.

Dismissing the young woman to get some much needed rest, Rolando pondered the message. No one at home could know about his plan to go to Zaragoza until he arrived in Valencia. Someone had ridden from Valencia to Toledo fast enough for Briariz's lady to intercept the message and send her here ahead of him. Calculating the speed in his head, he gave a low whistle. Whoever made that ride to Toledo would need multiple horses and luck. They would need someone in Valencia to learn his plans. That might not have been too difficult, but it was worrisome all the same.

“My own demonstration of power...”

He knew the southerners favored his brother because of their disputes with his father, but this was something more. He could not believe his mother would condone this, but he had to acknowledge that mothers sometimes had to choose. Still, if things took a turn for the worse he preferred to have Briariz's lady with him instead of against him, however many years she'd lived.

Despite her exhaustion, Briariz and her party accompanied Rolando rode west to Segovia by way of little Almazán. He set as hard a pace as he dared but it still took them over fifteen days to reach Sevogia, that great fortress city. Outside it were dozens of banners, each bearing devices the various counts had adopted in the last century with the alcadiz bearing combinations of color. With the addition of his own men they numbered over two thousand combat troops. As he rode into the camp, men recognized his banner and waved or shouted encouragement.

He found her there. She was in the middle of it all of course, her indigo tent standing out among the rest. Rolando came to her instead of the other way around out of deference for her age. She she sat quietly with bent back on a heavily cushioned chair, with a wooden cane propped against it should she need to stand. There were two children in the tent to provide her assistance should she require it. She looked up at him when he entered with Briariz. The old woman's skin might have been dry and weathered with the freckles long since faded, but her eyes were a sharp pale blue.

“Welcome home, King of Spaña,” Amina said.

* * * * *​

“Here they come again!”

The shout came from the right. Ferran Almagre took a firm grip on his sword and peered out over the top of the wooden wall trying to see through the rain and the gaps between the stakes.

“There!” he shouted, pointing at several knots of men below them. “Stand ready!”

The seething mass resolved into hostile order as the scaling ladders were brought forward. The archers on the walls fired as best they could, but the rain hampered even those with treated bowstrings. Several men fell, either pierced or slipping to drown in the mud but the ladders didn't slow. This time, they'd make it to the walls for certain.

During his military training Ferran studied logistics, tactics, the classical arts, and languages in the classroom and martial skills in the practice yard. Before then he'd even engaged in a little combat on Crete. Had he been the son of a commoner it would have been group troops for him. Instead his connections gained him the post of a minor officer in a cavalry company. Neopolitan Latin or African Romance or even the language his mother drilled into him[3] did no good now. The few words he'd picked up in Greek helped more, but those were mostly curses.

Desperate for action he'd gotten himself assigned to the mercenary companies hired out to the eastern empire. He hoped for glory, but also to see more of the world and in particular the City. Instead the main imperial armies of the east were engaged in a massive conflict against the Egyptian caliphs. The situation was dire enough that even men from the western armies were shipped east. Whatever leftover units could be dredged up had to see to the European borders themselves in a time of near chaos.

After crushing the Rossiyans, the Kimeks had taken several years to subdue the Carpathian regions before promptly crossing the Danube and attacking the Slavs there. These small principalities could never hope to stand against them and begged for imperial assistance. Fearing that conquest of the Slavs beyond Bulgaria was the precursor to another invasion, the imperial government had sent it's most expendable troops over the border to help its vassals. Lacking the manpower and supplies to make a real effort and trapped in the broken terrain of the Balkans, the campaign proved to be a soggy mess. On any given day he might be be fighting a former ally with a former enemy, mercenaries of all types or the Kimeks themselves.

“Captain Ferran!” Emeric shouted. Captain. Ferran had been a lancer when this began, but survival was its own promotion. Emeric struggled past the men on the wall over to him. The man from the Dalmatian Republic[4] was not large, but he was quick and the men trusted him. “Captain, they're bringing up the ram. Looks like Rossiyans.”

“God damn their mercenary souls!” Ferran snarled. With their own state conquered many of the former Rossiyans now offered themselves out to the highest bidder. There were rumors the empire had even sent a few companies to the east. Regardless he had no desire to face them. They were uniformly larger and too often armed with those devastating polearms, short with curved blades and frightening power.

“It took them long enough, the rain helped us there,” Emeric observed grimly.

“It's too wet to burn,” Ferran said. He thought for a moment. “We need to sally. I don't see any other way to hold them out. I'll lead it, but you need to organize for me. We have more urgent problems,” he said pointing to the approaching ladders.

Then he turned to the men on the walls.

“As soon as those ladders go up push them off. A few will get through but they won't stand against our steel! Then we'll show them what we can do!”

If we live that long.
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[1]I've been using the Occitan spelling of Toulouse throughout, but it's pronounced the same way and is transliterated in official Spañan documents as “Tuluza.”
[2]Unlike the OTL tradition which is from the knight-squire-servant in France, the ATL tradition descends from the tribal and post-tribal Berbers who formed the primary cavalry arm of early Spaña. This is why Spañan lancer (lancero) units are typically 7-9 men. Military lancers are heavier than Guard units as the latter don't use heavy armor and as we'll see they don't actually require anyone in the unit to bear a lance.
[3]A slightly less Frankish-influenced Lemosín
[4]Probably an ethnic Croatian
 
I think the principal point I would make is as it always has been - that being you are undertaking a significant world building exercise, that runs alongside an engaging narrative and the latter, forming the principal vehicle for advancement of the story lends to distraction from the former.

I still do not really know what you could do about this, if indeed anything but it is a problem that any world building author faces. Once the work is finished and read as such, then it probably will not be a problem as it will all be fresh in the reader's mind, whereas for your long term readers here, details from 2 years ago may escape us.

Re Segovia - it is a beautiful town, really rather spectacular. I stayed there a couple of years back. If you could draw mention to their local speciality of slow roasted suckling pig, that would be neat;)
 
14 March Update

2.67 – Realm Divide

Over the centuries the Spaniards built a number of small forts in the passes of the central mountain range. The mountains were not well suited to defense, but the forts served as check-points to organize and protect travel. Rolando had no worries his political opponents would bar the passes but he still sent small detachments to secure the forts. Once done, messages of his arrival were sent to the capital while he remained in Segovia enjoying the the local delicacies. Being in Italy for so long, he had forgotten how delicious pork cooked without olive oil could be. All the while more allies arrived from the north swelling his forces until almost a third of the members of the Royal Assembly joined him. He also discovered just why his arrival had been so unexpected.

The Magistrate of Finance and Archbishop Isidro delayed public news of Alejandro V's death. Instead they quietly informed their most likely allies among the nobility and began to forge deals with the rest. When members of the Royal Assembly arrived in the capital with large numbers of armsmen, Tibbovin attempted to deny them access to the city using the local watch and the Central Legion. A confrontation was averted only because he was attacked and wounded. This left the Grand Duke as the leading member of Rolando's party in the city, but he was far away, lacked the official power of the Vizrey, and wary of using the Central Legion on his own authority.[1]

* * * * *​

The roots of the conflict lay in the strengthening of the business class that began in the previous century. Under Amina and Enrique II this class gained significant political power in exchange for war funds, and began to fill key positions in the government. This was a direct challenge to the longstanding privileges of the nobility[2] and a threat to their urban dominance.[3] When Escribano de Mértila replaced Tibbovin at Finance, he found opposition to provincial taxation the preferred avenue of protest against the monarchy. His first instinct to resolve the matter was to use force.

During the attempt to seize the monasteries, Escribano allied with the Crown Prince in a bid to win long term royal favor. Had Enrique II repressed the dissidents by force of arms, Escribano knew resistance would have collapsed. The Magistrate of Finance was certain a military response would do the same, but Tibbovin and Eblas refused his proposal. Tibbovin attempted to placate the dissidents using his control of appointments[4] but this only led to further disaffection. The impasse caused grumbling among the business classes. They put increasing pressure on the Magistrate of Finance as “one of them” to resolve the issues and induced him to hurry by fomenting resistance against his own projects.[5] With his power base crumbling, Escribano grew desperate.[6] Then his ally Archbishop Isidro came to him with what was described as “...a fateful proposal.”

Grand Duke Eblas was responsible for the armies. Divided into legions they were stationed in key areas around the kingdom but were able to respond to threats on the borders. The exception to this was the Central or Royal Legion which was the core of any campaign. Secondary forces were the State Guardsmen funded locally and operating under the direction of provincial officials. Their function was to keep roads open and maintain order in the areas of the countryside not important enough to require regular military forces. Larger towns and cities also had their own local militias and watchmen.

The last group of military forces were noble retainers. Initially responsible for local defense in unsettled times and a check on royal power, in the early years they would gather under the monarch to campaign. Any booty was redistributed among them by the king and formed the early basis of royal power. As more and more power came to the monarchy they became redundant. Instead of personal glory, advancement lay in state armies or bureaucracy and the number of retainers dwindled. In the present, they are used to keep order in noble holdings and avoid scrutiny by the central government. Funded with proceeds from noble agricultural and municipal holdings, they are well trained and equipped, but few and inexperienced. The nobility can also drawn support from their alcadiz though this is financial in nature, not military.

Isidro's suggestion to use the noble retainers seemed perfect. Appease the bulk of the nobility by granting them more authority and a chance to gain from state largess. Any remaining noble dissidents could be crushed and their holdings distributed to the rest or to anyone who needed placating. Reduce the power of the business class clamoring for Escribano's own head and break their control over the provincial system further pleasing the nobility. Then divert those funds to support his own projects and hand out traditional opportunities of patronage to the weakened business class to look like a hero and save his position. That Escribano was not a member of the nobility was something Isidro glossed over—he could always be replaced by a better man later on.

For the archbishop, the rewards were promising. With the nobles satisfied they would support centralizing the monasteries. Once this project was completed and Spañan religious life unified, Isidro would finally gain enough power for the church to start having some say in the affairs of the realm. Together with the queen mother, they could finally bring its practices more into line with those of the north and increase the unity of Faith they felt was so sorely lacking among the Christians.[7]

A plan as complicated as that forged by the Archbishop of Toledo and the Magistrate of Finance took time to implement. Edilaza's influence on Alejandro V allowed the project to progress. Eventually Tibbovin began to suspect them, but before he could go to Alejandro, the king died handing Edilaza, Escribano and Isidro a chance at control of a regency. Before Eblas could return from his tour across the Spañan frontiers (he was currently in Castile), the queen mother's faction laid the groundwork for a Royal Assembly to grant the throne to a bastard son instead of a brother.

Rolando—to say nothing of the former queen—was alive to the dangers of this plan. Not only would the law be ignored, but the queen-mother's faction was edging closer to holding a Royal Assembly where over a third of the members were absent. Outward shows of unity were of utmost importance upon the ascension of a new king. Even when there were legitimate disputes about who should rule, once a large enough contingent settled on a single backer, official opposition disappeared. In this way reprisals and factionalism diminished and patronage could flow to everyone soothing political wounds.

The system was not perfect. Succession conflict was avoided in 890 by several deportations and murders. Only the existence of Ortiz Araman prevented a civil war in 950. Low level civil war had sputtered from 1045-1048, but that was fought by the legitimate heir against his guardian over who would exercise power, not who would be king. The conflict from 1136-1139 occurred during a foreign war. Even during the worst of it, the rebels never held support from much of the kingdom and once the Francians invasion had been repelled, they were crushed.

Rolando hoped news of his arrival would sow dissension among Pedro's supporters in the capital. If the agents of the former queen and Tibbovin could raise the city in Rolando's favor, he could enter Toledo as a peace-maker and resolve the situation with minimal bloodshed. Similar things had happened before. He had no non-violent other options. Few of the Royal Assembly now in the capital would be willing to risk Rolando coming to power after open and illegal opposition to his rule.

Amina summarized the worst case: “If we fail, the State will rip itself to pieces.”

While Rolando waited at Segovia, the queen-mother's faction was not idle. They attempted several times to suborn Rolando's partisans to no avail. Failing there, they turned to the African territories with only a little more success. Most of the African nobility was strongly loyal to Amina. She had placed many of them in power after 1139 and continued to show an interest in them even after her abdication. Most of the valuable areas in Africa were in support of Rolando. Consequently the queen-mother's faction became aware that despite holding the capital and having the support of many of the richer southern peninsular provinces, they were the minority.

Rolando kept a close watch on the great citadel of Misufa. Any attempt by Pedro's faction to seize control of it would have to be resisted militarily. They also waited for the Grand Duke's return to have the added legitimacy and resources available should war break out. When he finally reached Segovia which was serving as Rolando's headquarters, he disappointed them. While he was willing to fight for their cause, he admitted what the recent journey had made clear—he was simply too old. Instead, while he prepared as best he could, Eblas sent to Italy for Juassan de Vivar. Despite the lateness of the season, it was hoped that the duke could still make it back to the peninsula.

As soon as the queen-mother's faction learned that Eblas was gathering forces loyal to Rolando, they began to make contingency plans. Sometime during the autumn, Pedro's supporters began to gather at Sevilla instead of Toledo. At some point, the lords there began to hire or train mercenaries. They hoped to create a force large enough to force some sort of negotiation.

Suddenly, the former queen died. Officially, she died of natural causes but others wondered if the effort at uniting her supporters under Rolando had simply been too much for her. Perhaps because of her long service to the former queen, Briariz maintained the cause was the sadness of seeing her kingdom come apart. Several poems were later written to that effect.

Even had Rolando tried, this could not be kept secret. The moment the news reached the capital, Edilaza opened the Royal Assembly of 1173 with a farcical 38 members and proclaimed her grandson Pedro, King of Spaña.

* * * * *​

After the funeral mass was held and Briariz departed with the party escorting the queen's body to Brecanta, Rolando ordered his forces to move.

An advance party led by Captain Lacon escorted Eblas to the Misufa while most of Rolando's forces set out for Toledo. Rolando was reluctant to order the state armies without being officially acclaimed as king, but before she died Amina convinced Rolando otherwise. Even so, Rolando swore not to use them to exact retribution. Meanwhile a battle sized detachment under Commander Alagón crossed the Tagus to intercept any communications to south. Several messengers were captured with orders for the southern troops to “....defend the new king.... against the usurper.”

The approach of Rolando's forces lit a fire in the city. The populace sided with neither Rolando nor his nephew, but that did not prevent violence. For many years the rich and powerful families in the kingdom had built impressive family compounds in and around the capital. Having a presence near the center of power was essential to compete for state patronage and political contacts. Kings encouraged this trend for a myriad of reasons, not the least to have members of these powerful families under their eye. During the rebel siege of the city under Amina, many of the outlying residences were destroyed. Since then they were rebuilt into much stronger fortified compounds both inside and outside the city. These compounds now became magnets for partisans skirmishes.

If there was one man responsible for determining who held Toledo, it was Joseph Tibbovin. Recovered enough from the assassination attempt to take action, he proved a focus for resistance to Pedro's claims. Tibbovin was able to sway several Agencies to his side and secured them against entry by anyone loyal to Escribano. Only Finance, Agriculture and the Church were firmly against him, and the Agricultural Agency was taken by force.

With the balance of power in the city against them and Rolando approaching from the north with the Central Legion, heated discussions raged in the few hours Escribano had left. Amina had proven time and again she would crush rebellion without hesitation. Rolando was still an unknown quantity. Had they been in control of the city, they would have stayed. But Pedor's supporters were unable to make headway against Tibbovin. When Rolando arrived, they would be trapped in the city. After deciding to flee to Sevilla, they set a number of fires to cover their escape an act still considered controversial.

On the way south, elements of Pedro's faction encountered Commander Alagón near the Algodor River. By now Alagón was leading a mixed force of cavalry and infantry, with one of his companies made up of noble levies temporarily lent to him. Even with some of his men were scattered across the countryside, Alagón attempted to intercept them and stop the conflict before it began.

It almost worked. Alagón pinned the rebels against some woods, but lacked the numbers to bring them down. One of the few with some military experience on the rebel side—the son of the Count of Córdoba—was able to rally the rebels and broke Alagón's line. Alagón and his men might have lost their lives in a conventional battle, but the rebels thought only of escape. By the time Alagón regrouped, the rebels escaped into the south meseta and the chance to avoid further bloodshed was lost.

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[1]If Eblas (who is not noble) used the army against the nobility, it might precipitate an uprising. The high nobility don't have large armies or military experience, but they are quite wealthy and having to regain control of numerous cities by force of arms would be an economic disaster.
[2]Using state appointments as patronage.
[3]Because of land laws, neither the nobility nor the non-noble wealthy can amass enough agricultural land to become truly landed magnates. They have enough to provide stability but both groups rely on income from urban centers to make them powerful. Historically the nobles have primacy in cities, but their power doesn't extend beyond their personal domain. The business class can—through partnerships, contracts and associations—obtain economic interests across the entire kingdom exceeding the wealth of the nobles... and now they're getting political power too.
[4]As a Jew, his authority is dependent on royal favor and protesting his orders is seen as an acceptable way to show displeasure with the monarchy. It also further dilutes the appointment power of the nobles.
[5]They funded the resistance of the farmers against his attempts to gain easements for the big flocks. Because of the quick re-conquest, the northern meseta developed agriculturally, while the southern meseta (and Africa) are the major centers of transhumance.
[6]Magistrates are chosen by the king but sacked if the people they deal with hate them. Replacements are appointed from the dissidents to shut them up and often take revenge on their predecessor. Selection from lists attempts to find candidates everyone can work with but is not full proof.
[7]As I wrote in 2.64 (#764) when Edilaza first came to Spaña, she was an enemy of Isidro. The archbishop thought his power would be diminished if she imposed the northern rites. She eventually gave up and paid lip service to the local practices, but Isidro now has authority over the other archbishoprics in the peninsula. He thinks he would gain more than he loses if he helped her.

Author's Notes:
So passes Amina. Random, no scene, and I didn't even give her a happy ending. :(
Apologies for how dense and political the update is and how many damn footnotes, but it gives a picture of the kind of politicking that can go on in the state. Especially when you have a weak king that doesn't provide leadership.

Finally.... are the updates too long? I can try to shorten them. This one is approaching 3000 words.
 
Quick thoughts

1. Thanks for the pork reference
2. I see you have been playing Shogun 2
3. I almost missed Amina's death as I skimmed through!
4. The length is fine, so far as I'm concerned

I'll think about any more useful feedback
 
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