Industrial Progress: A Story Of Venetian Suffrage (Haitus)

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Q&A:
  • Q&A

    How different is this from The City Of Water?

    This is another attempt at "The City Of Water: A Venetian TL" this time with more characterization, a more focused scope, and a "hotspot" narrative. This TL will also amend a lot of the factual errors in the first version as well as introducing an actual plot beyond "this will be so fun when I eventually start writing about a Venetian industrial revolution 200 years into the story" of the first. While the start and some general events will be similar to the old TL the execution style will be different.

    What about The Dance of The Lion And the Serpent?

    Dropped.
     
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    1. Gathering Clouds
  • 1. Gathering Clouds

    Venice August 18, 1379.
    Overcast Sky, Humidity 100%.

    Deep in the bowels of the Ducal palace, the powerful and influential men of Venice gathers for an emergency meeting. Chosen specifically for its dark and oppressive atmosphere, the powerful men are seated on the raised podiums surrounding the platform. With light beaming down from behind the platform, imposing silhouettes are cast onto the podium.

    Doge Andrea: "Tell us you have good news, Niccolò"

    "The Genoese are as always bitterly divided between the landed lordlings and shipping magnates, This current war of theirs is support only by a fragile coalition built by the magnates. Yet, they had somehow managed to put aside their differences to form a coalition and wage the war against us. They have committed everything against us and cannot afford to lose." Adding to the impact Niccolò breathed out a deliberately long sigh. "Your Serenity… there is no chance for peace."

    Andrea "And… The lagoon?"

    This time, Niccolò sighed genuinely, a hint of melancholy in his voice, "The Genoese have breached the lagoon, they have more trained men than us, and their fleet is superior to our shattered fleet." Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Niccolò spouted what little reassurance he could, "but, we are building galleys quickly and our sailors have the unique skills required to navigate the lagoon."

    Andrea "Be gone, Niccolò."

    As the spymaster was dismissed, the silhouetted men broke into a flurry of hushed whispers. Escalating over the course of ten minutes, the heated discussion was finally brought to a halt by Procurator (high clergy) Michele Morosini as he slammed his fist against his podium.

    "Enough!" declared Morosini, "we have no other choice, when the Genoese come; we will burn them all."

    After a brief pause, Andrea concurred, "He's right, it is our only choice."

    Upon witnessing the agreement of the two most powerful men in Venice, the remaining silhouettes reluctantly followed suit much to the horror of one man in the shadows below.

    Still in a state of shock, the man was quickly interrupted as he was summoned with the words "Vittor Psiani."

    Andrea "Vittor, begin preparations for the firebreak plan. I trust that you understand the importance of discretion in this matter."

    Standing at the podium, Vittor felt numb as if ice had pierced his heart. They're going to burn our own to kill the Genoese. My god, he thought to himself in disbelief.

    Andrea "I except a full report on the men and barricades by tomorrow…"


    Andrea went on, unheard by Vittor as panic grew his chest as he processed the idea of leading his men to their deaths.

    Finally, Andrea dismissed him with a wave of his hand, "Now be gone."

    Yet Vittor stood still, his conscious screaming at him to do something—anything to stop this hideous plan. He wanted to plead, he wanted to bargain, he wanted to scream and yet; he could not. For decades of discipline had removed the thought of insubordination from his mind. Caught between his conscious and his duty, Vittor felt as if he was suffocating.

    Morosini "He said be gone."

    Defeated and tortured with impotent outrage, Vittor could only mutter a subservient “yes,” before leaving.

    Adjourning the meeting, Andrea let out a quick prayer, "May god forgive for the sins we are about to commit."
     
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    2. An Old Friend
  • 2. An Old Friend

    Venice August 18, 1379.

    Overcast Night, Humidity 100%.

    In a dark office, much to his horror, Vittor unsuccessfully attempted to find alternatives to his orders. The thought of leading his men to keep the Genoese in place to be immolated was infuriated him.

    He thinks he can send us to our deaths while he hides behind his mother's skirts, does he? I'll show the bastard.

    Abusing his quills to no end, Vittor had snapped four pens before finally composing himself. He returned to work, drafting orders and reports. He had only just finished putting away his ink bottle when his aide, Venerio, entered his room. On edge from his vengeful intent the startled Vittor would've spilt the entire bottle had it not been for the daft hands of his young aide.

    Instantly sensing the foul mood, Venerio decided to lighten the air, "Careful, sir. If you drop that I'd have to make you clean out the latrines."

    Chuckling despite himself, Vittor replied, "Like I did with you when we first met?"

    Shaking his fist in exaggerated outrage, Venerio put on his most dramatic voice, "By the saints! It took two weeks for the smell to fade and I was going to pay a lovely lady a visit that night!"

    "Ha! She must've smelled you a league away. That's unfortunate, I wish I'd knew that back then."

    "Oh, it was nothing at all, turns out she worked with urine as a tanner and we had a good laugh over it. As a matter of fact we had a great time all the way to the haystack."

    "Ah, and does your wife Bianca know?" Vittor jested.

    "She should, I met her that night," replied Venerio with a boyish smile to even more laughter from the old man.

    Uncorking an ancient vintage, the two took in the solace that only fine wine could offer and chatted the night away. They chatted about nothing in particular—the same old friends doing the same old things, until finally Vittor decided to make a choice, he had just needed a little nudge.

    Vittor "So Venerio, have you given much thought to the future?"

    Venerio "Heh. You mean asides from our impeding deaths?"

    Sensing that the old man was serious now, Venerio repeated the same thing he told his wife, "I'd very much like to stay with the navy."

    Vittor "A good choice, but why? You were the courtier of a Patrician once were you not."

    "I like the people here, I like the respect I get, and," gesturing to the city-lights Venerio continued, "I like the feeling that I'm making a difference. Here I'm someone. Sure, when I was a servant I was well-fed and paid but they never saw me as anything more than furniture with legs. The man couldn't even remember my name when I quit."

    And with that Vittor had made up his mind, if such good men had to be sacrificed then those that choose the path shouldn't get away unpunished.

    Vittor "By the way, Michele Morosini's son's in the northern palace company right?"

    Venerio "Yeeeeah, the old fart's stashed his son away in the safest part of the city."

    Vittor "Good. Give this letter to the man in charge, Captain Panelo. Tell him only to open it if the Genoese attack."

    With that the two old friends bid their farewells unaware of the shadows observing them. Little did they know that Vittor's single act of malice would bring the centuries old Patriciate to its knees.
     
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    3. The Battle of Venice
  • 3. The Battle of Venice
    August 23, 1379: Humidity 52%

    At the crack of dawn, the Genoese fleet of fourteen thousand men at arms sailed for Venice to fight against the city's 4,000 men. [1]

    Despite outnumbering the Venetians, the heavier Genoese ships were at a significant disadvantage in the shallow and unfamiliar waters of the lagoon. Aware of this hurdle, the Genoese commander, Pietro Doria, decided on a direct assault where the water was deepest—at southern most point of Venice in the neighbourhood of Saint Elena. Yet, much to Pietro's chagrin, his fleet was divided with the 25 feuding families of the Genoese senate and captains electing to go directly for the riches of the palace in the district of San Marco.[2]

    To no surprise, the district of San Marco, the heart of Venice, was heavily fortified. The Genoese found dozens of wooden cannons waiting for them. Though wood cannons were slow, unwieldy, and fragile, it did not matter as at close range they tore through flesh and wood alike.[3]

    Venetian historians will quickly point out the treason of captain Panelo di Mestre who abandoned his post with his men guarding the northern palace in the heat of battle. This permitted the Genoese to desecrate the Palace and scores of Patricians. Yet, because Panelo died in the fires, his motives remain a matter of speculation for historians up to this day with charges ranging from cowardice to Genoese bribery to demonic possession.

    Regardless of the farce at San Marco, the defining moment in the neighbourhood of Saint Elena. Filled with pitch and wood for the firebreak plan; fire was risky from the start dependent as it was on the whims of the wind. Approximately an hour before the planned time, well before the Venetians were in a position to withdraw, fires spread north of the gathered Venetian forces fanned on by strong winds. Caught between the encroaching fire and the Genoese forces, the Venetian forces chose the improbable over the impossible by attempting to charge through the Genoese. Given the blind courage of cornered beasts, The Venetians surged through the Genoese men at arms like a flood, by passing those it cannot sweep aside and pressing on inexorably. Caught against the suffocating smoke and sudden ferocity of their opponents, the Genoese ranks feel into disorder as captains were blinded and choked by the fumes. Yet, for every Genoese that died to the fumes or fell to the sword two Venetians were lost; some died a quick death burning or pierced and bludgeoned by iron and other took hours to die to the fire and fumes.

    With a portion of the Genoese fleet shattered by the wooden cannons at San Marco and the rest moored by Saint Elena, it was child's play for the rebuilt Venetian fleet to sail out from San Marco and burn the Genoese fleet. From surviving Genoese accounts, it appeared that the Genoese did not even consider the possibility that the Venetian Arsenalè was able to rebuild a fleet in just two weeks and was thus caught unaware. Now encircled by fires on land and Venetian galleys in the wate,r the battle turned into a chaotic exodus for the safety of the water. The surviving Venetians who pushed through were pulled from the water and the Genoese that tried to swim were given free spearfishing lessons.

    By the time the fires had burned themselves out days later, almost a fifth of Venice was destroyed along with a portion of the Arsenalè. The Genoese commander Pietro Doria died choking on blood and tar in his lungs. Doge Andrea died fighting off assailants with a pan, and the surviving Patricians are convening to elect a new doge. Wild rumors about the fire had already fermented in the sickly miasma that hung over the city.

    Across the lagoon, the remaining Genoese at Choiggia were electing a temporary leader while awaiting someone new to arrive from Genoa but, having lost significant amounts of men and ships, the prospects of victory are no longer certain.

    In the ashes of the Battle of Venice the seeds of revolution was sown.
    A People's History Of Venice. 1890, Faber Press Canton. Canton.







    [1] Extrapolated from OTL's numbers of 8,000 Genoese plus another 6,000 from Hungary and the Carrara family of Padua, Genoese allies on the mainland.
    [2] The Genoese government was IOTL privately funded by wealthy individuals and the ships that made up its navy voluntarily assembled from private crafts it was an excellent system that saw individuals voluntarily contribute taxes but suffered in unity and long-term direction. In this case since the financial gain & loss prevention of the individual ship captains and investors was paramount some of the captains took the selfish and logical route of enriching themselves at the fleet's expense.
    [3] IOTL a makeshift weapon quickly constructed and having none of the accuracy or durability of its metallic counterparts. Anything more than a few shots was just as much of a danger to its crew as it was to the target.
     
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    4. Dark omens
  • 4. Dark Omens

    Venice
    September 4, 1379: Humidity 70%


    1. The death of Doge Andrea meant Vittor was now the commander of the Venetian forces until a new one was appointed. Seizing back initiative, Vittor Pisani blockaded the Genoese as their fleet was destroyed in the Battle of Venice. Despite Venetian naval ascendancy, there was little Vittor could do to the Paduans occupying the mainland. Furthermore, vigilance had to be maintained against the Genoese as they have made numerous attempt to breach the blockade. With the immediate danger gone, Vittor no longer had an excuse to avoid the unpleasant task of searching the wreckage of Saint Elena.[1]

    Leading the search parties through Saint Elena for survivors, defensive vulnerabilities, and the urgent task of burying the disease-ridden dead, Vittor was struck by a haunting sense of familiarity as his party worked its way into the district. Everywhere he looked, he recognized bits and pieces of the landmarks he had known as a child contorted into otherworldly shapes shadowed by dark ashes. It was only by his earrings that Vittor could recognize his assistance Venerio, whose face was caved in by a flail. Jerome, the nervous errand boy that brought vegetables to his residence was trapped by a fallen beam burnt to death. Cecilia, the seamstress & weaver that stitched his shirt in place of his late wife laid her face the same color as eggplants as her lungs were burnt from smoke inhalation. And it went on, countless faces and places he had known gone in a matter of hours.

    Still, he had a duty to do and Vittor could not lose his resolve in front of his party. Taking a quick gulp of liquid courage, Vittor wore his best façade as he went about the grim business of directing the burial, scavenging, and reclamation efforts.

    By the end of the day, Vittor had enough and returned to the empty house once called home, back when he had a wife and before his son left. Pushed to the limit, he stumbled into his cellar and drank until he fell asleep.

    Yet, Vittor was not alone in his grief this night for most Venetians had lost someone within the fire and feelings of grief and betrayal were boiling, threatening to erupt. While the narratives of the fire are numerous, most point to the Patricians with malice. It seems that while the fire did wipe out the Genoese, it also forced the citizens of Venice into a suicidal charge that was perceived to be the main reason for their pyrrhic victory. To those that participated in the charge, the Patricians were worse than the Genoese treacherously sending their own to horrendous deaths while they cowered in the palaces at San Marco. Little did they know, this was just the beginning of their suffering for the bureaucracy that's responsible for impoverishing then feeding the citizens of Venice is in chaos.





    [1]IOTL Doge Andrea Contarini dies of old age and illness in 1382 he dies ITTL three years earlier in combat.
     
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    5. Poor Replacements
  • 5. Poor Replacements

    Venice
    September 10, 1379: Humidity 70%


    Presiding over the first Collegio (cabinet) meeting since the Battle Of Venice, the new Doge Michele Morosini observed that the Patricians were in a state of chaos the likes of which he could not recall in his 71 years in Venice. The battle had cut vast swaths into the ranks of the Patricians as well as the civil servants of the city and many offices lay vacant. Normally, the offices would be replaced with all due process and yet the pressing demands of an ongoing war and the recovery efforts after the battle had demanded everything the reduced Venetian government had. Even if they had the time to appoint new replacements they would still have needed to train them and its currently unknown whose dead, wounded, missing, or still working. Under such exceptional circumstances Morosini invoked the ancient executive powers of the ducal office to appoint new ministers. Normally, the doge was a figurehead position but Venice was anything but normal at this time. [1]

    If it had been the Collegi of times past they would have been done by the afternoon and yet, here they are burning the midnight oil still "debating". Unlike the old Collegio, composed of men of eloquence, the new Collegio had the stain of l'arte Marcànte (merchants) and even one rumored to have engaged in filthy menial labour. The previous Collegio ministers were all wealthy and honourable men of office and wealth, in contrast a third of the new ministers had sullied themselves with bargaining and penny-pinching. Of the remaining two thirds another third was raised from the more eloquent stock of Patricians but their venerated houses carried with them ancient feuds dating back to time immemorial and it had not helped. [2]

    Still Morosini reminded himself, there was a war going on and while it was not procedure it was necessary to fill the positions.





    Assembled to discuss the war's end, there remained many issues to contest on all theatres of Venetian interest. The first issue was that of peace proposals to Genoa over the war, the contested island of Tenedos. This was the cause of the war—a key fortress guarding trade with the Black Sea, and trade interests in Crete and Cyprus. Two ministers and their families were unwilling to compromise on Crete and Cyprus dependent them for their wealth. Another three were unwilling to come to any decision on Tenedos and opposing the other's ideas out of spite. Half of the new Patricians opposed any perceived admission of loss, and most of the old patricians dismissed or mocked the comments of the new members they considered beneath them. [3]

    Despite all the rancor, progress was made at a snail's pace who would eventually finish the race. At a painful crawl, the policy for peace was finalized but every step required some concession, threat, or promise of a future favor. Unwilling to give the Genoese the contested island of Tenedos, it was decided instead to ask the Papacy to resettle the island and raze the fortress. It was decided to wait until the Genoese army at Chioggia starved out to begin negotiations. [4]

    Moving onto the mainland and Dalmatia, which was occupied by Francesco I da Carrara Of Padua and Sigismund of Hungary, respectively, it was decided to concede losses in in a way to reduce the impact. Dalmatia was to be conceded to Sigismund along with an annuity (bribe) but Treviso was too important to Venice for its trade routes, food supplies, and security in the fact that it was half a day’s ride from Venice. Instead, it was decided to offer the city to Padua’s stronger rival Albert of Austria. [4]

    Leaving the meeting, Morosini felt a pang of hunger and realized that he had not eaten since noon. Asking his aide to fetch some squid jerky, Morosini was set upon by a group of insistent Patricians angered that Morosini had not gone through the due process of nominating and electing new Collegio ministers (and that they were not selected). Tired, unwilling to explain and hungry, Morosini flew into a rage, shoving a Patrician into the dirty canal before storming off. [5]

    Normally chosen from a pool nominated by the previous holders of office, the Collegio was one of the most vital and conservative organs of government. In his haste to conduct the ongoing war Morosini broke the nomination procedure that restricted anyone but the elites from gaining meaningful power. This was the popular narrative, but it should be taken with a grain of salt, as the recently discovered secret ledgers of Morosini showed that most of them were connected to the Morosini family's numerous real-estate transactions. Despite his greed, Morosini had irreparably damaged the insular aristocratic circles of Venice.[6]


    Suffrage By Aristocratic Means. 1880, Negro Press. Verona.




    [1]So due to the fact that I'm not a Venetian speaker (and sometimes I wonder about English as well), that Venetian references are quite rare, and that a good deal of the historiography on Venice is done in Italian by Italians I'll be switching a lot between Venetian and Italian. I prefer it to be in Venetian to be more authentic but Italian will come in at parts.

    [2]By the late 14th century few Patricians were involved in industry or commerce and those professions became disdained in Patrician circles as the taint of inferiors. In an self-serving twist it was believed that large scale wholesale trade which was restricted to the Patricians was virtuous and small scale trade and bargaining was dirty and unscrupulous. (While normal citizens did engage in long-distance trade in the 13th century by the 15th their names had all but disappeared from the great galley registries). This was a gradual process that accelerated IOTL with the influence of landed aristocrats from the conquered mainland, the relative decline of maritime trade, all which allowed the elitist notions to became an accepted fact by the 17th century. Still outside the inner circle of Patricians there were plenty of poorer Patricians willing to marry, sell votes, and work for money.

    [3]Similar to OTL the Venetian Patricians were divided among many lines, between old and new, rich and poor, influential and not, and finally ancient feuds. Still this was considered relatively cordial during the times, especially compared to their mainland aristocrats that exiled or killed their opponents.

    [4]Same as OTL, just more pain getting to the consensus.

    [5]Don't mess with a hangry man.

    [6]IOTL Michele Morosini was seen both a greedy man enriching himself on land speculation during the war as well as a patriot. Time would've revealed which trait was stronger in Morosini but he died IOTL shortly after taking office due to illness, ITTL he's in office two years earlier than OTL.
     
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    6. Compensatory Growth
  • 6. Compensatory Growth

    Venice
    October 21, 1379: Humidity 42%


    While the powerful Patricians of Venice assembled another power was also changing within Venice. The bureaucracy, staffed by Venetian citizens, was undergoing a state of chaos similar to the Patricans, yet it took drastically different trajectories. The main problem was the loss of manpower and the lack of trained replacements, as so many positions were empty or simply unaccounted for in the chaos. The damage; however, was not uniform. Some ministries had been eviscerated and needed to be rebuilt from scratch, while others had escaped the battle and fires nearly unscathed. But just like a great beast, a republic cannot function without several organs of government and a solution was needed.

    The task of finding the manpower was officially assigned to the all-powerful Council of Ten (a council with power over all aspects of the Republic). But for all of the authority of the Council of Ten, it could only redistribute the small pool of trained bureaucrats and was unable to conjure men out of thin air. It was at this hour of need that the spymaster Niccolò arrived out of the blue and delivered miracles; loaning out trained and educated men in astonishing numbers for the other ministries.

    While the numbers were not enough alone, when combined with the most recent edict reducing the number of duplicate offices (meant to reduce corruption) had restored some semblance of functionality allowing the Republic to limp on. Unfortunately, this good news attracted the attention of the Doge. [1]

    Concerned Doge Morosini pulled Niccolò aside for a private audience.

    "Is the Inquisition doing its job?"

    Faking ignorance, Niccolò responded with an air of nonchalance, "Of course, did you not receive our last report?"

    Unwilling to participate in charade, Morosini got straight to the point, "The Inquisition, is it still staffed after loaning out so many men?"

    "Yes, your serenity."

    "Where did you find the men?"

    "I didn't."

    Starting to lose his patience, Morosini took the spymaster by the collar and asked the same question again.

    "Where did you find the men?"

    Holding his palms open in symbolic surrender, the spymaster finally relented, "Alright, your serenity. This will take a while."

    Letting go of the spymaster's collar, Morosini regained his composure, excusing his actions on stress.

    "Your serenity. I've always spared you the mundane details of the Inquisition but you must know that this is as we've always done things in the Inquisition. That the way we've done things has worked to produce results without leaving a trace. As you know about half the men are literate, most just enough for the basic accounting and signatures falling far below our standards. Even then, the men need to be of the right talent in addition to their literacy, a fraction of a fraction so to speak. No doubt the war has taken some of Venice's finest and we are in-"[2]

    "Get to the point, tell me something new."

    "Of course, your serenity." Drawing in a deep breath as if preparing for a plunge Niccolo revealed the truth, "We're employing women and loaning out the men, we've always employed a lot of women and in fact women make up the majority of our covert efforts."

    Anticipating Morosini's response, Niccolò added, "Women are better than men at espionage since most soldiers and rulers are men and they don't usually see women as threats nor do they take notice. There are a lot more women that survived the battle than men since they didn't fight as much and a good deal of them are idle and educated wives and daughters of Patricians and the wealthy."

    Once again anticipating the Doge's response, Niccolò added, "And they are temporary, as soon as the war ends and my men return they will be sent home. Everything is going according to plan, your serenity."

    Satisfied, the Doge dismissed Niccolò but not before rare congratulations, "Your efforts do not go unnoticed Niccolò, of all the ministries the Inquisition has excelled under your guidance. Keep it up"

    Straightening out his collar, the spymaster allowed himself a moment of self-satisfaction before returning to his work. [3]










    [1] IOTL the Venetian Republic has had a tendency for duplicate offices meant to serve as a mutual check against corruption both external as well internally with the twin office. The downside of such a system was the increased cost, complexity, manpower usage, and inefficiency of duplicate offices. Still like most anti-corruption measures the removal of which will take years to show effect.

    [2] Literacy rates for IOTL Italy was around 25% concentrated in the clergy, merchants, lawyers, and a few select crafts. Venice ranked quite high among the Italian cities for literacy at around 50% similar to that of Florence.

    [3] IOTL Niccolò Foscari was best known as the father of the future Francesco Foscari, he took the Foscari family from relative obscurity to great influence within the state as a consummate bureaucrat.
     
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    7. Cracks
  • 7. Cracks

    Venice
    November 11, 1379: Humidity 28% 12°C


    Originally supplemented by subsidies and handouts from the state church and Patricians, the food supply in Venice has been degraded as Patricians either died or fell to ruins, as imports were disrupted by the Genoese, and as the short-staffed state church failed to organize its charities. The shortage of food led some such as Elisabetta to try her luck at pilfering the vacant pantries of a deceased Patrician leading to a confrontation with a guard.[1]

    Looking up at the old man with tawny eyes she pleaded, "Please, I'm so hungry."

    Turning his head slightly, the old man felt immense discomfort at his own words, "There are bread lines, you should've gone to them."

    Panicking, the waif tried to construct excuses between her stutters, "I-I can't push to the front and they always run out by noon."

    "You can't break onto private property," and preparing for what's about to happen the old man tightened his grip on the spear, "I'm sorry, you have to come with me."

    Perhaps forgetting that he was dealing with a child, the waif simply broke into tears instead of running as he had expected. Surprised the old man hesitated, unsure of what to do. Standing uncomfortably against the backdrop of sobbing, the old man had almost wished that she had ran making it so much easier for him to carry out his duty. Yet, it was so much harder to bring himself to take in a helpless child compared to the strongest and most violent thieves.

    Of course it was not the first time he had heard this story. He knew if he refused, another would do the duty in his place, that if one exception was given it would cheapen the authority of the guard—that it be an injustice to other beholden to the law, and that one meal would do little in the long run. But despite all of the reasons to carry out his duty, his heart could not let him go on. Caught between his duty and his conscience the feeling triggered memories of another mistake, a mistake that he could not take back.

    Hands shaking, the old man hastily unclipped his pouch, tossed it the waif, and turned to walk away as fast as he could as if he could physically flee the demons tormenting him.

    Reaching into the sack, the waif found the salted meat and buttered bread rationed to the officers of Venice.

    That night, for the first time in a very long time, the old man slept without the help of wine.








    [1]Food subsidies were an integral aspect of urban life. Perceived as a bulwark against rebellion it was only in the most pressing incidents that the food supply failed. IOTL the Venetian food supply was heavily reliant on imports from the mainland (occupied), by sea (raided), and the rest from the island of Saint Erasmo within the lagoon. The distribution of food was done through the market for those with means and the state church/private charities of Patricians for those without. In times of shortage the market hordes food and only the state church & private charities are left.
     
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    8. The Ministry of Nobility
  • 8. The Ministry of Nobility

    Venice

    December 2, 1379: Humidity 12%. Windy 8°C.

    The Avagardo, the ministry in charge of determining paternity, nobility and inheritance, had been fully engaged in its duties since the battle. With an unprecedented amount of inheritances left to be determined in the aftermath of the calamity and so much wealth at stake, the ministry had been given full priority by the surviving Patricians of Venice. [1]

    Of the 120 families in the Venetian Senate, only 105 survived the calamity. Of those families remaining, only 68 families had viable male heirs. Wills had to be verified and enacted—that is, assuming the Avagardo had the latest version and has found the witnesses from the original draft. Dowries had to be accounted for and passed on to widows. Tests for nobility had to be conducted for brides for poor and ruined families. [2]

    The foremost issue of importance was the question of nobility. Was the person in question documented as a Patrician? Was the mother of the person considered virtuous and loyal? If the person was a legitimized bastard, were there documents to prove it? And on and on it went, in this time of turmoil even the Patricians felt self-doubt and sought to prove their own nobility through stringent tests of virtue and eloquence. [3]

    Amidst all of this change, the Patricians were eroding their ranks further. Brought to financial ruin by the war, many families have sought to marry wealthy women from outside the Patriciate and enriching themselves but cheapening the title of nobility. Others sought to legitimatize from the numerous pool of bastards, further cheapening the title of nobility. Finally, some of the families without heirs were trying their luck at invoking the ancient and obscure laws for matrimonial succession, once again cheapening the title of nobility. [4]

    In another world just outside the palaces of the Patricians, the people of Venice struggled to find shelter and food to which matters of inheritances laws might as well be ghosts and demons of fairy tales. In contrast to the struggling food ration, the firewood ration simply did not exist, forcing many to forage for food in the chilly Venetian winter. Cases of break-ins had been increasing in the city, but were mostly begin as the law-abiding citizens of Venice usually chose the abandoned houses of the dead and took sustenance instead of wealth. In the end, many wondered why offices such as the Avagardo was fully functioning while they shivered in the cold. [5]

    Yet the brewing bitterness that was hardening dissent had not gone unnoticed by the Venetian Inquisition, specially in the case of the Arsenale. Traditionally considered the most loyal and well-armed militia, the whispers of sedition and discontent were meet with great alarm to the few Niccolò reported to. In great haste, contingency plans were drafted in an unnamed office of the Ducal Palace with the hope that they will never have to be used. [6]

    While the Patricians tore themselves apart with their selfish actions and purity tests, the fabric of the plebs they have been resting on has been slowly slipping. The situation could not go on for long coming to a head on the …

    Suffrage By Aristocratic Means. 1880, Negro Press. Verona.






    [1] IOTL the Avagardo served as the regulatory body making the Venetian Patricians one of the best defined and insular notability in Europe. Only in times of massive peril are wealthy patrons allowed to purchase nobility (such as IOTL's War of Chioggia that's ongoing ITTL).
    [2] IOTL The lack of male heirs was due to a succession of dowry laws in the previous century enacted to cull out the poor Patricians by increasing the cost of marriage. This eventually got to the point where all but the richest families married off only one son and put all their eggs in one basket so to speak. ITTL the basket has been tipped by Vittor's petty treason against Doge Morosini's son and leaving the a part of the palace undefended. As for the numbers IOTL there was 120 families in the nobility by the time of the Serrata (closing of the nobility to outsided). Of the 120 families there was 30-40 that took the majority of the important offices as the inner nobility.
    [3] IOTL the Avagardo was very thorough in the investigation of one's nobility in a manner similar to that of a modern police profile.
    [4] IOTL the so called golden age of bastards the Renaissance has full of noble bastards or distant "nephews" of popes that often did very well for themselves. The most famous of which were Da Vinci and the duke of Parma Pier Luigi Farnese.
    [5] IOTL the people of Venice were exceptionally communal and law abiding for the age due to a combination of culture, upbringing, and a sturdy justice system. In contrast for most of the Italian cities the law was seen as a method of self-advancement failure of which often meant exile or death leading, one of the many causes of civic strife on the mainland.
    [6]Just as IOTL the Venetian Arsenale was a para-military government enterprise.
     
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    9. If I Had A Million Ducats
  • 9. If I Had A Million Ducats

    Venice
    December 12, 1379: Humidity 30%. Overcast 6°C.


    Known in the recent past merely as a "Barnabotti", the diminutive nickname given to the poor Patricians that have to live in the distant neighbourhood of Barnabo the man in question was anything but poor. As the sole inheritor of four extinct Patrician families the distantly related Federicus was suddenly a rich man. As a self-proclaimed "revitalist catholic" he finally had the means to carry out his passion and being accustomed to a humble life thought little of his newfound wealth. [1]

    Standing above the makeshift podium Federicus di Poténsa was a magnetic figure to behold; while imp-like and ugly he radiated a captivating presence that commanded the attention of the crowd even after he had finished handing out bread two hours ago. The man struck a cord with the crowd speaking of the liberation of both the soul and the body from the deprivations of clergy and poverty. He spoke of mystic communions with the divine, he spoke of the great joy and peace he had found, and how he spoke of the urgent need to bring salvation to others. [2]

    Unknown to Federicus, not everyone in the crowd was there to hear from the imp. While tolerant of other creeds preaching and conversion were considered serious crimes under Venetian law and it was only a matter of time until the guard showed up. Sneering at the hell-bound heretic, Vittor reluctantly decided that his charity made him a good but misguided and foolish man and left. He'll arrest him later, out of sight. [3]





    [1] IOTL Venice did have a small portion of the Patricians called revitalists that were sympathetic to Hussite and later Protestant ideals but they never amounted to anything. In Venice acts of piety were considered a simply another type of pleasure besides gambling, wine, and lovers; as long as one didn't interfere with the church or preach most were allowed to do as they pleased.
    [2] IOTL Protestantism was the theology of aristocrats and educated snobs, here however Federicus was a poor but educated Patrician that understood the problems of his fellow man than his "betters" and its reflected in the more worldly aspects of his theology.
    [3] IOTL the Venetians were an odd bunch, quite pious on an individual level yet secular on a societal level. Quite tolerant of other creeds to the point of going against the Papacy numerous times to protect its Jews yet easily offended by heathen preaching.
     
    10. Shattered Peace
  • 10. Shattered Peace

    Venice
    December 20, 1379: Humidity 29%. Overcast 10°C.


    Unexpectedly for Venice, but quite common elsewhere a large mob has formed with the intention of Jewish neighbourhood known as the Ghetto. Originating from a regular dispute over the purchase of clothe the incident has escalated into a full-blown riot. In response to the gathering mob Vittor was summoned for a briefing by the Doge but, unwilling to order his men to act against his fellows for the Judas Vittor protested.

    "But your serenity, they are heathens and poisoners."

    "And what of the heathens? We trade with heathens & heretics every day. Sure the Judas don't fight but they pay more in taxes to compensate and the taxes from the Ghetto is equal to the entire island of Crete. As for the poison I had expected better of you than unsubstantiated accusations."[1]

    "But they peddle holy relics-"

    Interrupting the captain, Morosini retorted in a booming voice "They peddle holy relics from filthy Catholics that sell it to them and yes they monger money in the hundreds while we Patricians monger it in the hundreds of thousands. Now Begone!"

    Upon the captain departing Morosini called for an emergency Collegio session. Realising that Vittor was no longer entirely reliable and perhaps even the guards the ministers agreed to the employment of mercenaries as guards. While mercenaries will strain the coffers further they were the most politically reliable way to ensure order.

    Moving on the problems of sedition and heresy the Collegio considered all of its options; imprisonment was considered too problematic, doing nothing was considered too dangerous, arresting the leaders ran the risk of triggering rebellion, and exile too extreme. Then in a offhanded comment a minister mentioned an idea that quickly gained traction, cheap and reliable it was decided to send them out against the newly formed rebellious league of Chioggia, Zadar, and Trogir(formerly subject cities in the Adraitic). Finally there was the issue of the Arsenale workers, too indispensable to send out but at the same time unwilling to pay for any concessions it was decided to promise triple pay, to be redeemed after hostilities end when spare military power could be brought back home to break that promise. Words it seems are cheap. [2]




    [1]Just as IOTL
    [2]IOTL the subject cities of Chioggia, Trau, and Zadar signed an alliance against their parent city of Venice taking advantage of relative weakness. Nothing came of it as Venice regained her powers in the decades after the war and reasserted control.
     
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    11. New Beginnings
  • 11. New Beginnings

    Venice
    January 21st, 1380:


    Officially a "promotion" the new Lord Admiral Vittor suspected that his superior had simply wanted him as far away from Venice as possible. Having served in both the admiralty and the makeshift army Vittor decided that he preferred the army. Traditionally Venice didn't have a permanent army and Vittor as chief of staff was free to do as he saw best whereas the admiralty had a rigid system that he was expected to follow. Walking down to the auction he dreaded the prospect of once again "commanding" pompous, greedy, and incompetent captains whose only qualifications were that they were Patricians with money for the auctions. Given impunity through relations in the Senate Vittor knew that the result would just be a bunch of overfed Patricians pretending to play knights and leading his men to their doom. [1]

    This is going to be the disaster at Pola again… And I the figurehead will take all the blame again.
    [2]

    In contrast to the enthusiasm at the start the war the auction site was rather sparsely populated. It turned out that the majority of the Patricians abstained busy sorting out their dynastic affairs, fighting over powerful offices, or unwilling to risk the precious few surviving male heirs. Of the few that participated most were outbid by the Poténsa family and its retainers. Recalling his wayward preaching Vittor decided to confront the heretic and warn him against sedition.

    But as it turns out Federicus had a way with words and despite the initial bad vibes Vittor discovered to his pleasant surprise that the man had two virtues lacking in most Patricians; humility and generosity. Unlike most Patricians that thought themselves martial geniuses Federicus readily admitted to his lack of military knowledge and referred to Vittor's counsel on war. Furthermore both men found that they had in common their great concern for the wellness of their fellow man; Federicus in his personal communal manner and Vittor in his paternalistic manner. Federicus saw to it that the men were well provided for physically and spiritually while Vittor made his best attempts at drilling basic military discipline and knowledge into men that were just craftsmen and labourers weeks before.

    Like the introduction of the first bow that revolutionized warfare or the first knights that would come to rule most of Christendom the naval bombards used in the Battle of Venice would send ripples throughout the Adriatic Sea and beyond. For the first time the outcome of a naval battle was not decided by ramming nor hand to hand combatbut rather by firepower and this was something Vittor had hoped to repeat. Fortunately for Vittor the Venice was short on food but not bronze nor skilled craftsmen and the fleet was outfitted with bombards in record time. [3]

    On the day of departure Vittor is approached by the doll-like lady Helena of House Sagredo who hands him a letter bearing the lion sigil of the Inquisition instructing him to include her inquisition galley and to render it all possible assistance. As he watched the silhouette of Venice disappear into the horizon he noted that this may have been the best outcome, gone with the fleet are most of the fit men in the city along with the chance of rebellion and a few thousand mouths to feed. Yes many will die, but Vittor vowed to do his utmost to make sure it doesn't happen, below deck Federicus was busy getting to know the sailors in-between fiery sessions of "revitalism", and in another galley lady Helena reviews lists of Croatian nobles in Trogir and Zadar. Little did they know that they were setting the first tentative steps on the journey towards empire and revolution.




    [1] Similar to how nobles brought commissions elsewhere Venice auctioned her naval captaincies to Patricians who were responsible for maintaining their own unit. The problem was that often the captains were a combination of harsh, arbitrary, clueless, incompetent, greedy, and/or disinterested. For many Patricians it was simply an experience to show off to their peers their martial powers, to have total command over a kingdom the size of a galley, and as a way to enrich oneself by embezzling from funds meant for the galley. An example would be the practice of swapping galleys, since wooden galleys have a limited lifespan in salt water there needs to be a constant supply of them, what a lot of Patricians did coming home was swapping their old galley for a newer nicer looking one from Venice (that was scrapped after since it was supposed to be an old galley) for a more glorious home coming while the fleet suffered with creaky galleys that was supposed to be replaced all for the sake of vanity. Of course there were competent captains but the system didn't screen for anything but Patricians with money.
    [2] IOTL The Battle of Pola occurred just before the story started, where the Venetian fleet was exposed to the elements due to a combination of politics and greedy captains and suffered a catastrophic defeat that gave the Genoese access to the Venetian lagoon.
    [3] IOTL the Battle of Chioggia was the first time cannons were used in a naval capacity by the Venetians, unlike OTL however the Venetians ITTL have attributed a much greater role to the cannons and are more willing to implement them. IOTL the first bombards were made of bronze, much stronger than the iron available at the time but more costly to produce than the later iron cannons.

    * Ok I admit, the humidity didn't add much to the story.
     
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    12. Unintended Consequences
  • 12. Unintended Consequences

    Venice
    January 30th, 1380:


    It was a subtle thing, but the economic foundations of Venice was shifting slowly but inexorably like some massive leviathan that held Venice afloat. Like most wartime cities of the period the local industry would continue production with stockpiles short of the most dire circumstances and yet, with most of the able-bodied men dead, wounded, or on the expedition there was an acute shortage of skilled and unskilled labour. Given little choice the guild masters had to hire and train women to fill the vacancies left by craftsmen. [1]

    Long considered secondary citizens the female workforce of Venice had long been discouraged from the more lucrative guild professions through a combination of economic and gender barriers to entry, cultural upbringing, and wage discrimination. The women of Venice, paid on average a third of what the men earned for similar labour and often even less when one accounts for the doubling of wages between guild-members and non-members had expected the perks of guild membership and the accompanying pay increase. Yet the reigning guild masters of Venice were of the older elitist stock that saw the demands for perks and pay increases as the whining of greedy shrews and sought to pass new laws to depress wages and limit guild membership. [2][3]

    Arguing that the women didn't need the income, that it was simply supplementary to their husband's/father's income, that men worked much harder, that they should be looking after their children, that labour taints the honor of the good housewife, that they will leave the position to look after their children, that they are less experienced, and the list went on… At the end of day the women of Venice did not have a voice in the ranks of the guild masters and Patricians and the decision on their employment was made in their absence. Individual attempts to solicit the help of the wives of Patricians were met with little success as the wives had little in common with the common labourers. [4]

    So removed from the life of commoners that the Patricians and guild masters of Venice had expected to solve their "labour problem" by demanding that the women of Venice work more for the same pay. In contrast to their superiors, many of the hundreds of workshop owners that the guilds supervised quickly realized the need to entice new workers and sought to provide non-monetary compensation such as trade goods, food stuffs, among others while adhering to the new labour laws. For many women it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for better pay and education and they took to learning their new roles with vigor. Some of the women had already served as assistants or full-fledged guild members and transitioned seamlessly into their new positions while others made unsteady but gradual process in their new positions. The workshop owners that didn't offer perks quickly found their employees absent, especially as the value of coin was negligible when there wasn't food to buy. Slowly but surely the guild masters of Venice were being sidelined by the very workshop owners they were supposed to represent and regulate.[5]



    Perhaps what the Patricians and guild masters did not understand surrounded as they were by meek and subservient Patrician women was that the average woman of Venice was industrious and ambitious. While the laws passed would later serve as justification to fire women for the returning men they would ultimately serve to discriminate against the men they were supposed to favor and set the economic foundations of women's suffrage. [6]
    The History of The Suffrage Movement in Venice. 2010, Faber Press Verona





    [1]Just as IOTL, wartime simply meant that workshops waited until the end of the war to sell their wares.
    [2]Just as IOTL the attitude among the guild masters and Patricians treated labourers in a paternalist and disdainful manner similar to that of cattle, that is to say "they should be grateful to have just enough to eat and for shelter, least they get lazy."
    [3]Extrapolated from OTL, the wage ratios are that of Arsenale workers which is a general approximation for the other professions in Venice that I do not have data on.
    [4]IOTL the life of a Patrician's wife/daughter was drastically different from that of a common woman. Considered the key to vast inheritances the wives and daughters of Patricians were highly guarded, generally educated, socially regulated, and isolated to protect their bloodline with very little in common with the average labourer.
    [5]Just as IOTL the Venetian guild system was responsible for quality control, quotas, and education of new craftsmen. Remarkably similar to the attitude of nobles in response to the labour shortages caused by the Black Death a few decades ago ITTL the guild masters saw their labourers as little more than lazy greedy wretches and sought to motivate them by depriving them short of starvation, it didn't work out and in the long run serfdom was on the way out.
    [6]IOTL Venice was unique in Christendom for the high ratio of women that lived unmarried (1/3) and the number that owned their own residences (1/10).
     
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    13. Baby Steps
  • 13. Baby Steps

    Venice
    Feburary 12th, 1380:


    Life for the galley-man was difficult, a day often consisted of hard rowing, cold food, and debarking from the cramped galley at the end of the day to camp and sleep. Vittor had cut the rowing days in half so he could squeeze in whatever drill he could while Federicus insisted on warm meals and prayer three times a day that required constant breaks.[1]

    The first stop was that of the Hungarian sympathetic island town of Grado home of the rival Patriarchate of Aquileia. Chosen as it was just five days rowing from Venice and about as close to real combat as Vittor hoped to get. After capturing a galley and a quick fight the local militia faltered and surrendered the town to the fleet.

    Taking stock of the captured town the fleet was able to loot its ample stores of winter supplies much to the objection of Federicus who insisted that they leave enough for the citizens. But, as a veteran Vittor knew the value of reserve supplies and overruled all objections from Federicus as his men proceeded to "acquire" and load the town's supplies. Unlike the usual Patrican-captain Federicus was unused to authority and meekly accepted the command of his "superior" unaware that he could probably threaten Vittor by buying influence in the senate with his wealth. After dismissing Federicus, Vittor meet with his staff with regards to the nouvelle bombards.

    Difficult to maneuver, slow to load, and even harder to aim on a rocking boat the new naval bombards proved for the most part useless beyond point blank fighting. This experience was confirmed in "combat" as the Venetian fleet proved extremely difficult to hit the single local galley that sallied out to negotiate which fled as soon as the Venetians started firing. [2][3]

    Despite the apparent failure of the bombards Vittor's staff was positively ecstatic as they debated over their theories while the shipwrights of the fleet poured over the captured galley. The staff concluded the bombards should be used as close as possible just before the galleys clashed for maximum effectiveness in a series of tactics they called "Sconvòlger" (shock tactics). Meanwhile the shipwrights inspecting the captured galley brought a curious discovery to the staff; one of the stone cannonballs had struck an iron cauldron and shattered to deadly effect as evident in the shrapnel ridden crew surrounding it, perhaps the effect could be replicated intentionally? By the end of the meeting Vittor was giddy with excitement for he knew that they were on the cusp of something great. [4]

    Little did Vittor know while his staff planned for their next move against Zadar Federicus had not been idle. The next morning Vittor awoke to discover that Federicus had found the courage and authority he was lacking the day before and set sail with several galleys and the majority of the supplies for parts unknown.



    [1]Just as IOTL galleys were not meant for living or blue sea journeys and the only comfortable station on board was the command center/captain's cabin in the back.
    [2]IOTL Galleys of the era were capable of about 3-4 knots cruising, 2 knots in formation, and bursts of up to 7 knots in combat. I'm taking the average of 3.5knots with 5 hours of rowing a day for 17X1.852kmph of 31.5km/day. Grado is roughly about 120km from Venice so that's 4 days plus another day for detours and weather.
    [3]Welcome to the beginnings of naval artillery ITTL. Combat will for the immediate future still be decided by hand to hand combat but change is coming.
    [4]The earliest cannonballs were made of stone and sometimes just chiseled from rocks in the field. The main problem with stone cannonballs was that against walls they tended to shatter and dissipate their impact whereas later iron cannonballs would penetrate for greater damage.
     
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    14. Leverage
  • 14. Leverage

    Venice
    Feburary 13th, 1380:


    In Venice another crisis was brewing, this time in an ethereal realm that the common person knew very little about and yet permeates every aspect of Venetian society. The Bank of Venice was the institution that dealt with all of the government's debt, servicing the debt with state surpluses and allowing the Republic unheard of financial flexibility in its day to day operation is now the subject of ominous speculation. In the absence of official statistics many prominent accountants have estimated that wartime debts have ballooned to a projected 8 million ducats against the prewar state income of 1.2 million ducats; probably reduced to around 800,000 ducats in the wake of the Battle of Venice. At a wartime interest rate of 10% and a maturity of 5 years there was considerable doubts as to the Republic's ability to make ends meet with its debt. [1]

    A top priority for the Patricans that owned most of the debt the Collegio convened to discuss the impeding financial crisis. Normally for such important matters they would call the hundred or so senate committee in charge of daily affairs but with the Patricate in disarray Morosini had made the executive decision to go ahead anyways.

    Of the original 120 families in the Senate only 40-50 were influential and this number has fallen to 20 or so, most of whom were represented at the Collegio; at least that was the rationale Morosini gave. Aware of the narrowly avoided revolt the Collegio immediately ruled out proposals of additional taxes despite the objection of ministers unaffiliated with Doge Morosini. After the defeat of the first proposal the unaffiliated patricians tried once again this time with increased taxation with provisions for mercenaries to quell the unrest to which Morosini scoffed at as a self-defeating idea. [2]

    Then another similar motion…

    Then another similar motion…

    And then another similar motion…

    And on and on it went, since most Patricians held their wealth in finance they had little desire to pay out of their own wealth with the existential threat of Genoa gone and are now looking at their future post-war status. In contrast most of Morosini's appointed ministers within the Collegio hold their wealth in land and are relatively unaffected short of a complete collapse of the financial system. Normally the process was simple, the unspoken arrangement was that the Republic incurred debts to fight wars to further its trade interests of which was primarily Patrician dominated and then paid off the debt as a "public" loan by placing the burden on the average citizen and in effect redistributing wealth to the Patriciate. But with Morosini and his associates this unspoken arrangement threatened social stability without any benefit to themselves and the obvious self-serving choice was to violate the arrangement.

    Knowing that their credibility withered every day they dithered Morosini decided to once again engage in another executive decision, the most controversial one he's made to date. In a move inconceivable to the Patricians of centuries past Morosini imposed a "haircut" of half on all Patrician bonds while sparing the foreign creditors and hopefully preserve Venice's financial reputation. Were the Patricians not split among lines of old blood vs new blood, rich vs poor, ancient feuds, and purity tests they probably would've mounted a successful defense of their financial interests and yet with a mix of concessions and intimidation Morosini was able to squeeze past a slim majority. Immediately allegations of corruption were made, a motion to dismiss Morosini was proposed, and over half the senate walked out when it failed. At the end of the day a further twenty Patrician families were brought to ruin while Morosini's landed interests was spared. [3]

    In the meantime a new ministry was being formed, formerly done on an ad hoc basis that varied across ministries spymaster Niccolò was given the task of finding manpower for a ministry of auditing. The rationale was that it was more efficient and less manpower intensive to fight corruption with a centralized auditing authority instead of a bunch of disparate auditing departments and duplicate offices. Ever the miracle worker Niccolò was nonetheless scraping the bottom of the barrel and could not afford to keep up the illusion anymore, the new ministry was staffed with the wives of the wealthy that were familiar with their numbers and accounting principles. Had this ministry been created during normal times there would've been an uproar both against exposing the fairer sex to unclothe influences as well as the indignation of being audited by inferiors, but against the thunderstorms brewing in the Patricate the protests might have well been a whisper. [4]

    The basis of stability for the Venetian system was its inclusion of all the powerful and influential elite of society within the circle of power. While Doge Morosini was able to revitalize the Bank of Venice overnight he had also broken the power-sharing arrangement among the Patricians that has ensured centuries of stability. The flow of change, formerly a trickle among the powerless had become a flood among the powerful.

    Suffrage By Aristocratic Means. 1880, Negro Press. Verona.





    [1] IOTL Venice was the first state in Europe to consolidate government debt and redeem it in an organized and consistent manner from the state coffers. Needless to say a state that is able to borrow at low cost to cover short-term and emergency budget constraints was more robust and capable than one that was limited by the physical bullion available in its treasury.
    [2] IOTL most of the republic's bonds were limited to Patricians and special exceptions but paid for out of the Republic's revenue. IOTL the rate of return was a relatively low 5% compared to the mainland government's average of 10-12%; the lower rate reflected people's confidence in the Republic's bonds and its ability to pay it back. During times of war the debt's interest would often soar to the high single digits or teens and financially speaking this means that even during times of disastrous war, the Venetian financial system was perceived to be as strong as peaceful governments on the mainland.
    [3] IOTL the concept of default was never considered seriously in the Italian peninsula due to the substantial influence merchants held. IOTL Venice ended the war with 5 million ducats in debt against an net income of 800,000; ITTL there was the additional cost of the expedition and mercenaries needed to keep the peace as well as the income loss from The Battle of Venice. IOTL the Venetian Patricans were united in their financial/trade interests, yet Morosini was special in his non-financial wealth and would've clashed with the Patricians just as ITTL had he not died months after taking power IOTL.
    [4] IOTL the Venetian habit of duplicate offices served to both reduce corruption, increase complexity, increase cost, and increase delay. IOTL Patrician women were literate and often managed the household as well as the accounting.
     
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    15. Homecoming
  • 15. Homecoming

    Venice
    Feburary 15th, 1380:

    It wasn't hard to figure out where Federicus was going and taking his fastest ship Vittor was able to catch up with the deserter two days away from Venice. Livid with rage at the desertion of a man he had almost considered a friend Vittor was caught off balance by a Federicus' question:

    "What's the point of winning our client-cities if our people are starving to death?" Asked Federicus, a question to which Vittor could not answer to his own satisfaction. Nonetheless to disobey orders was to commit treason and forfeit his honor and that wasn't acceptable. To this dilemma came Lady Helena who suggested the simple lie of illness within the fleet and the need to quarantine the sick from the healthy.

    Asking the obvious Federicus spoke his mind "But won't someone talk?" and both men looked to Lady Helena who let out a delightful hum.

    Like that of a girl caught with her hand in the sweets jar Lady Helena confessed with a coy voice "I poisoned them." And before either man recovered from their shock she added "Oh don't worry, a few days of puking and they'll be fine."

    Two days later…

    Like a biblical savior Vittor had arrived at the docks in Venice and delivered the Venetians from starvation. Standing on top of the first mast sailing into port the fleet handed out food to the desperate and the hungry with enough to stock the granaries. Surprisingly Lady Helena's deception worked and the excuse of illness was accepted without hassle. Vittor, formerly known as "our fella" for his heroics during the Battle of Venice, his popularity among the navy, and his mercy in bending the law for the downtrodden was now elevated to legendary esteem much to his guilt and displeasure. To Vittor he felt only pain and regret from ordering his men to their fiery deaths during the Battle of Venice, his "heroic triumph" a painful source of survivor's guilt, and his mercy both a source of shame for failing at his duty and self-loathing for being unable to do the right thing consistently. If Vittor had been a more positive person these things might not have felt like the enormous dead weight on his shoulders and yet they haunt him like etheral demons.

    Meanwhile Vittor's increased popularity had not been unnoticed as whispers are exchanged among disgruntled Patricians and the Venetian Inquisition. Perhaps he could useful…
     
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    16. The New Stato da Màr
  • 16. The New Stato da Màr

    Zadar
    March 10th, 1380:

    In contrast to the confidence and pride he instilled in his men, the pessimistic Vittor was for once surprised by the fleet's performance in Zadar. When they arrived off the waters of Zadar their demands for submission were refused and the leader of the local Croatian nobility had decided to insult and mock the invading fleet from the tallest dock crane. The speech however was soon cut short by the cacophony of bombards and confused shouting as the Venetians shot their volley and surged forth from their ships. [1]

    It turned out the eight weeks of training was more than enough against the hastily assembled urban militia of Zadar, most of whom were given decent equipment but little training due to a perceived lack of loyalty. After a brief attempt to regroup the disordered militia decided to fight the Venetians right on top of them out of formation and quickly broke after. Perhaps Vittor wasn't aware or perhaps he simply could not stand the thought of losing more men but the eight weeks and vast sums spent on the men made the fleet one of the best trained navies in Christendom. [2]

    Once the walls were secure Vittor quickly set about disarming the populace with weapon hunts, he knew from experience that once the populace was disarmed the city could be easily held with a few hundred veterans. Once again on good terms with Federicus Vittor was compelled to attend one of the dwarf's sermons and to his surprise Vittor once again found much in common with the dwarf. Despite the different methods Vittor observed that Federicus preached in very similar ways to how Vittor drilled the men to be loyal, confident, and aggressive.

    Unaware of the psychological principles they were employing the effect was nonetheless evident. Subject to weeks of hard drill, deprived of all privacy on crowded galleys, and mercilessly crushed by strict belittling instructors Vittor was breaking down the individual and building him into a soldier. For weeks the trainees would train, eat, and sleep together to build the small-unit cohesion that distinguished the professionals from the rabble all the while facing competition and rivalry between galley crews. [3]

    Federicus, despite his lack of formal training at a seminary was stepping into the role of a chaplain with grace. Through a combination of peer pressure, indoctrination, mystic communions, and positive reinforcement Federicus was also doing his part to instill a sense of divine purpose while breaking down the individual. Almost as if to convince himself of the righteousness of their conquest Federicus' sermons have taken on a more militant tone describing their journey as a holy pilgrimage, of selfless sacrifice of the individual for the communal good, and that of fulfilling a divine duty to bring salvation to the unenlightened. As for the fallen, Federicus extoled the rewards of heaven for the believers and reincarnation for the non-believers; that is more chances to turn to the true message of god in another life and quite possible added as a tonic for Federicus' guilt at all the death he was a part of. With most the willing already converted Federicus was left with spare time in Zadar to begin recording his sermons to writing.

    While the two men dealt with the shaping the minds of the fleet Lady Helena was busy carrying out the Inquisition's mandate. Taking advantage of existing tribal conflicts between the Venetian minority, Serbian minority, German minority, Croatian majority, and class conflicts between the nobles, clergy, shop keeps, and merchants the Inquisition co-opted the local balio's office (diplomatic mission) into something resembling a Podestà (invited foreign magistrate) that judged and arbitrated between the numerous powers knowing that any improvement would be attributed to Venice. The nobles that refused to submit were hung in the town square and their heads left decorating pikes as per tradition to cow the rest of the nobility. But proud and militant the nobility had simply switched tactics towards more subtle small-scale alley violence, boycotts, and bureaucratic obstructionism much to the ire of the occupiers. [4]

    But the weeks passed and slowly but gradually the problem of rebellious nobles was just fading away. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue; the Zadarni was too afraid to speak of it and the Venetians feigned ignorance. Every night another obstructionist noble disappeared without a trace and in this void the worst fears of the Zadarni nobles were projected into. Despite their best efforts and their utmost vigilance more nobles kept on disappearing and they began to panic. Content with the knowledge that the rest of the nobles would eventually disappear or give in Lady Helena felt a great happiness well within as she observed the cremation of struggling missing nobles, personally she hoped they'd keep rebelling and that the good times never ended.




    [1] Bombards were still the novelty at the time and outside of sieges and on ships rather impractical. Still they are useful for shock and against ships and medieval walls.
    [2] IOTL a lot of armies at the time were simply untrained men who were expected to find their own equipment. The bulk of the infantry were expected to act as fodder for the real knights with training and equipment, of course this is not the case everywhere as the Kingdoms of France and England would attest to. Within the context of Italy the influence of the English mercenary John Hawkwood would predominate, as the legendary mercenary captain brought with him England's military professionalism to the city-states of Italy. John Hawkwood is currently ITTL and IOTL under the service of Milan, an ally in the current war against Genoa.
    [3] ITTL the cooperation of Federicus meant that for the first time Venice's fleet was trained and in a consistent manner. Yet unlike the mercenaries of John Hawkwood that these principles are based on the Venetian navy isn’t recruiting transitory mercenaries but rather permanent residents that Vittor has much more control over.
    [4] IOTL during the 12th-14th century Venice supplied a great number of Podestà to the cities of the mainland, ITTL it is being applied to the Venetian naval colonies with a heavy hand. While IOTL Venice had an informal empire that give it all the commercial benefits without the need to directly administer the territories it also limited her manpower and military potential, ITTL inquisitor Niccolò is trying to expand his influence with another power-base outside of Venice without consideration for the Republic as a whole.
     
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    17. The Truth Hurts
  • 17. The Truth Hurts

    Zadar
    March 24th, 1380:


    While there was no shortage of palaces from disposed Croatian nobles Vittor had preferred to live among his men and thus choose a simple apartment as his office. From this cosy room Vittor would direct the naval staff in preparation for the "restoration of order" in Trogir.

    Uncorking a new bottle of ink he noticed that the smell rarely bothered him anymore invoking a feeling of disdain at the notion of sitting in the office while his men was in the field. Still, this he told himself was just price of command and that, if he wanted to make lasting change then he would have to go through the bureaucracy.

    Vittor was deep in thought when the boy entered the room. Like the archetype of the spoiled Patrician in the boy wore finely-tailored clothes and drunk as a monk. Irked that his assistants would let the boy disturbed his peace Vittor called the guards but to no avail. Guessing that his staff must be elsewhere Vittor decided that there was no harm in humoring the boy till the guards returned and whooped his ass. [1]

    "What can I do for you good… Captain?" Asked Vittor as he spotted the officer's gear. Interesting how do I not know him?

    Clearly distraught the boy got straight to the point "Do you know what Lady Helena's doing?"

    Honestly? I don't were Vittor's thoughts to himself, but as the man in charge and he had to maintain the image of control so he chose to tell a white lie. "She's here on behalf of the State Inquisition and all her actions are sanctioned. Don't ask questions above your station son, know that it is better this way."

    Ignoring Vittor's warning the boy went on "Sanctioned by whom?"

    "Why Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari of course." Getting tired of the questions Vittor demanded that the boy explain himself only to have the words catch in his throat as the colour drained from the boy's face. Caught in an odd situation both men just sat in the uncomfortable silence. Eventually the boy apologized for the interruption and shambled out the door like a walking corpse.

    Once the boy had left, Vittor remembered that he was going to scold his assistant for their negligence. Summoning the assistant Vittor was surprised and angered as the assistant stepped in revealing that he was outside the entire time.

    "Explain how you were out there the whole time and you didn't stop the boy?"

    "L-lord admiral, I couldn't stop him."

    "Why not?"

    Leaning in the assistant whispered "Because that was Francesco Foscari, son of Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari."[2]





    [1] IOTL the monastic orders of the 13th-14th century were some of the best organized manorial owners in Europe which had the knowledge, resources, the "spiritual" drive to make fine wines and with it the accompanying reputation.
    [2] IOTL Francesco Foscari was the longest reigning Doge from (1423-1457). IOTL an exceptionally influential Doge in contrast to the figureheads of the era he oversaw the aggressive expansion of the Republic on the Italian mainland.
     
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    18. Win The War And Lose The Peace
  • 18. Win The War And Lose The Peace

    Trogir
    April 24th, 1380:

    There was something innately inspiring about a hundred men working in union on the new Venetian keep within the town of Trogir. Observing the process from above Vittor felt a pang of sadness as he remarked that this will only last a few more months.

    Disagreeing with the man's words Federicus "Nonsense, have you seen the books? This expedition has been successful beyond measure, we've found enough silver to pay for the expedition and then some. If not us then someone else will try this again."

    There was some truth in Federicus' words, yes they've made remarkable progress against the Hungarians and the Carraresi (lords of Padua) taking back vast tracts of coastland while raiding what they cannot hold. But Vittor had to explain that it wasn't a military matter as it was a matter of management.

    "It won't matter, we might keep some officers and then some but the majority of the crews will go back to their families and jobs once this is over. It's quite frustrating to spend so much training these men only to see them go after a few months, but if I recruit some Dalmatians now they might be enough to keep the discipline within the navy. At least for a few more years until they go too, only the poor could stand the sailor's life." [1]

    Oblivious to the customs of naval matters Federicus asked "I see… But why don't we just keep them? The Dalmatians I mean."

    "No one wants to pay for them, the Arsenale produces galleys at the state's expense and the Patricians buy the captaincies at a discount with the crews are considered an after-thought. The Patricians don't care about the quality of the crew, all they care about is the money and the title. Civilian-wise the normal contracts requires 2/3 investment from the investor and 1/3 from the captain, ends immediately after the journey is complete, and only concerns those with silver. The crews for the most part will go their separate ways once they reach port, drink and whore away their savings once they reach port, and find another ship to sign onto. It's always about money."[2]
    "Why don't you change it then? Try for office or something, you are after all of proper blood and rather popular among the men."

    Chuckling to himself Vittor jested "Surely you know what happened to the last man who suggested that?"

    Confounded Federicus responded that he did not.

    "The last man that told me that they'd make me the signore I punched in the face."

    "Well of course you'd follow the laws and customs of the Republic. God knows we need someone who actually follows the law, Doge Morosini has been running the Republic as a tyrant and the Patricians purging themselves and settling scores. "[3]

    "I'm not popular among the men that matter."

    "Don't be so sure of that, the news from Venice is that Admiral Carlo Zeno had returned back to Venice with the Eastern Fleet, forced the Genoese at Chioggia to surrender, and only for its captains to find out that they were stripped of their Patrician ranks while defending the Republic overseas."[4]

    "Absent men can't defend themselves, cowards."

    "Exactly, the captains were planning a revolt and both Morosini and the Senate pre-emptively arrested all of them. Of course that means more able men behind bars, more mercenaries to guard them, and more taxes. This can't go on forever and there are a lot of Patricians and ex-Patricians that are unhappy right now."

    Sounding unsure of himself Vittor tried to reassure the small man "The senate will sort itself out, eventually…" And sensing that the conversation's over Federicus said his farewells and returned to writing his works. Once he was sure that he was alone Federicus scribbled a quick note and hid it inside a false brick in the alley behind his residence.




    [1]IOTL one of the man problems Venice had was that of cheap manpower, Venetians were generally better off and had little reason to risk their lives and that's why the poorer Dalmatians made up the majority of its naval recruits.
    [2] Exactly as IOTL while there was a sizeable pool of experienced sailors they were disparate individuals unsuited for organized warfare and most of them not pernament citizens of the Republic.
    [3] Just as IOTL in 1379 Vittor Pisani punched out someone that suggested that they'd make him the lord of Venice.
    [4] IOTL Carlo Zeno returned from the East in Janurary 1380 after hearing of the Genoese in the lagoon, ITTL the Genoese attacked right away and news of the Genoese defeat convinced Carlo Zeno that he had more time to continue raiding in the east.
     
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