Fernando Alvarez de Toledo, the Third Duke of Alba, called the Iron Duke, by Antonis Mor
Before we begin I would once again like to take a moment to talk to you about our upcoming
Resignations Privatcast tour, in which we will be visiting the places so pivotal to the events of our story. Our itinerary of course includes glorious national capitals, glittering cultural centers, and metropolises famous for their night life. And in the case of Wittenberg, two out of three of these ain’t bad.
Which is not to insult the virtues of Wittenberg, which sports the biggest Lutheran seminary in the world, serves as the beating heart of global insurance markets, and is headquarters to a nimble and honest, if somewhat bloated, national bureaucracy. It’s just, that, well, Wittenberg sports the biggest Lutheran seminary in the world, serves as the beating heart of global insurance markets, and is headquarters to a nimble and honest, if somewhat bloated, national bureaucracy. Do you get what I’m saying here?
So while Wittenberg has palaces, museums and churches without end, not to mention parks like the kaiseringarten so large that urban legend has it Russian soldiers from the last General War are still hiding out in there somewhere behind the duck ponds, and no end to the upscale shopping possibilities, it is also a place where a wild night out means herbal tea with accountants.
For sin, you have Hamburg. For potables, you have Munich. But Wittenberg has history, which is what we’ll be going there for, anyway.
So with that out of the way, let’s get back to our story. This…is
Resignations, our continuing privatcast look at all the great quitters of history, and the story of how they all came to make the decision to walk away from it all.
Of course, there are a great many women in history who, faced with the unfairly restricted role allotted their sex in public affairs, nonetheless acted with resourcefulness, intelligence and indomitable will to shape events to their interest.
The Electress Dorothea was not one of these women. Of course, her mother-in-law was, and her sisters-in-law both were, though one of them would probably have cause to regret it before all was said and done. But Dorothea? Was not.
What Dorothea was, as we discovered two episodes ago, was smart enough to know when the boat was going in the wrong direction, and determined enough to not passively accept it, but to create the biggest possible ruckus until things finally started going her way.
In the summer of 1548 this was precisely the situation she found herself, once again, just not in a literal boat. It was becoming increasingly obvious to Dorothea that her brother-in-law was not only not making any heroic efforts to retrieve the elector her husband, but instead actively steering Saxony away from a peace with the emperor that would return Friedrich, safe and sound, and force Johann to surrender the regency.
Dorothea feared it was only a matter of time before power solidified around Johann enough that he usurped the electoral dignity permanently, dispossessing her son of his birthright in favor of his own three burly ducal princes. After all, who had the authority to stop him? The imperial courts whose authority Saxony had been giving the finger to for the past three years? The emperor whose power Johann mocked openly?
What Dorothea also understood about her situation was how weak it was. That prior, ill-considered effort at a flight from the court at which she was nominally the highest-ranking woman had exacted a heavy price on her influence now. Moreover, she was without natural allies strong enough to help: the dowager electress was now, for multiple reasons, in no situation to help anyone, and Friedrich and Johann’s sister Katarina was off Duchess of Suffolk-ing, and engaged at that moment in her own very serious power struggle on Dubious Succession Island.
So the best Dorothea could do was go to the longtime chancellor and Ernestine Wettin family consigliere, Gregor Brueck. Brueck’s taste for risk had long since been exceeded by both of Johann the Steadfast’s sons, and more and more, he was retiring from public affairs, partly perhaps to create some plausible deniability in the event of a subsequent trial for rebellion before an imperial court. But Brueck knew better than to interpose himself in a family power struggle, so he counseled Dorothea to withdraw from Johann’s court and begin developing her own relationships with members of the Saxon estates, with an eye first to counter any effort he might make against the succession of her son.
Taking this advice to heart, Dorothea retired to Elizabeth’s former residence of Lochau, which was beginning to acquire the reputation it would continue to have for the next few hundred years as the rural and unaffected scheme hatchery of interfamilial conspiracies among the Ernestine House of Wettin. With her she took her infant daughter, named Elisabeth. Whether the littlest Wettin was named after Dorothea's ferocious mother-in-law, or her own mother Isabella, is a matter of some contention.
Now, we return to Charles V where we left him, at Augsburg. And while we don’t know for certain that he was in a major sulk after the events of the Imperial Diet, we can forgive him if he was, considering the absolute disappointment of all his efforts, both military and diplomatic, over the past three years.
Thus frustrated, Charles decided the only thing to do was to return to the battlefield. To that purpose he ignored the fact that the Imperial Diet had just refused him the funds to wage further war, and decided to field the best army he could from his own and his brother’s lands.
Unfortunately, by now the stress of these long years riding around Germany chasing Lutherans had well and truly gotten to him, and so in his place Charles gave the command to the Duke of Alba, Fernando Alvarez de Toledo. This was most decidedly not an unproblematic move, politically, the whole of the Ernestine Wettin case against him being that he was not a German Holy Roman Emperor enforcing native laws, but a King of Spain imposing foreign rule. But Charles was now faced with a very limited menu of choices, especially since he was fresh out of friendly German princes willing to take up arms for him.
By early July, Charles had managed to assemble an army of 26,000 out of his own lands, to which Bavaria and the ecclesiastical princes added some 5,000 more. It was a force both larger and more potent than the Lutherans had thought possible for him after the two previous years. Moreover, Johann had wrongly calculated Charles to be a spent force, and was significantly underprepared to face this threat. Worse still, there had been little contact between the chief allies of the Schmalkaldic League since the embarrassing disclosure of Moritz’s correspondence, and there were now real questions as to how solid the relationship between Saxony and Hesse still was.
At this point, Charles was approached on another front. His sister, Mary of Hungary had always been more sympathetic to the plight of the German Lutherans than Charles, and was literally as sympathetic as one could be, and still be a member of the House of Habsburg in good standing. Moreover, she had conducted significant personal dealings with the Elector Friedrich, not just in the humiliating marriage negotiations of 1534, but in the time he had been captive in the Netherlands. Her suggestion now was to begin negotiations with the Wettin in the hand, rather than the Wettin in the bush.
In short, her idea was to use Friedrich to get a favorable settlement. If Friedrich stayed obstinate, keep him where he was. No one in Electoral Saxony was in contact with him so for all and intents and purposes if the gambit failed, then it did not happen. But if he cracked, or was willing to make concessions of the kind his younger brother would not, he could be brought back and restored to power. That way, the Habsburgs could get the peace they wanted, or force their enemies into a figuratively, and maybe literally, fratricidal war.
That said, Charles dispatched to Spain a revised version of his earlier peace proposal Johann had treated so shabbily. Keep the Albertine lands, give up the ecclesiastical lands and all the territory taken from the other Habsburg allies, accept the Augsburg Interim, the judgment of the Council of Trent after it, and of course, return home to your castles, your family, and your intact electorate. These were of course quite liberal terms for a man who had been kept in “honorable confinement” among jailers who thought him a heretic devil for almost two years, and Charles thought seriously anyone would be a fool to respond to them in any way but “Please” and “Thank you.”
Unfortunately, as the ship was bearing Charles’s terms to Spain, the Holy Roman Emperor was once again cruelly inconvenienced. For, quite against expectations, the Duke of Alba had absolutely murdered the Saxon army.
The Duke of Alba had begun his campaign by advancing, as the Habsburg armies had some times before, into southern Thuringia. This time the objective had been the town of Rodach. Saxon and Imperial armies had met nearby, at Straufhain, on July 18.
This time, there were no obvious fixed positions behind which the Saxons could place their longbowmen to just fire volley upon volley into the human meat of massed Imperials. There were no rivers at which to catch the larger Imperial Army as it crossed. There was no seasonal factor limiting the mobility of the Imperial cavalry or pikes. And, perhaps most notably, there was no Hessian army under Philip coming to haul Saxon asses from out the fire. Instead, it was just those 30,000 Imperial infantry, organized into tercios, against half as many Saxons.
Johann evaded capture and fled behind the walls of Altenburg, but that was the best that could be said for the Saxon situation. Because the casualties at Straufhain had been truly overwhelming: of those 16,000 soldiers, fully 10,000 lay dead on the field afterward. The Saxons no longer had the ability to field an effective army against the Imperials, and it was only mid-July. Alba may not have had the mobile artillery to reduce the cities of all the territories the Wettins held, but he could burn and terrorize the countryside from one end to the other, and he could reach much of it before the harvest was in. For two years, Saxony had waged war more or less as an adventure, fighting on and frequently winning others’ territory in a largely cost-free exercise. Now it would face the nightmare of despoliation by a foreign army, followed by famine.
But perhaps even that was not the worst of it. The Wettins’ beloved longbowmen had finally been caught and enveloped at Straufhain by the Spanish cavalry. Their numbers had already been whittled down heretofore by the progress of the war. But at the start of the day at Straufhain there had been almost 300, and at the end, only 16.
And it needs to be said, these were not easily replaced. One does not just find lying about an adult man with a frame big enough to hold, and arms strong enough to pull, and skill enough to aim and fire, a longbow. The corps Saxony had been employing throughout this war it had been building literally since the surviving guards of the Princess Elizabeth’s progress reached Wittenberg in 1509. Even if they wanted to, it would take the Saxons more than a few decades to replenish their corps of longbowmen into any kind of true military significance.
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Resignations Privatcast: The return of well, not the king, but surely someone not lacking a certain royal self-regard.