This is a pre-published version of my short novel: The Mauricians. Being a pre-published work, there may be changes in its content without previous notice.
© 2012 Daniel Rodriguez
All rights reserved by the author; not intended to be released for common use. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author."
Prologue:
The cool morning mist had already begun to dissipate, and the ocean was more visible with each passing minute; not bad for one of the first days of spring. The Imperial ship had been loaded and provisioned during the previous night, and the four escort ships were already waiting ahead in the distance, in the calm waters of the Propontis.
“Pope Gregory must be impatient boys, let’s not keep him waiting” said the cuirassed individual on the milk white mare.
“Yes father” was the quick reply from the two boys standing before him. One of them was distinctively older, but could not have been more than nineteen years old. The other merely a child, at best ten.
“Goodbye mother” said the younger of the two, to one of the finely dressed women at the fore of the crowd that had gathered to see them depart. She could not contain her emotions, her reddish eyes bearing witness to such a weakness, and hugged him one more time. ”I love you son, take good care of yourself. And of your brother.”
While the mother kept on talking to the boy, the opportunity was seized by the cuirassed man to dismount, take the older of the two slowly by the arm, and walk him somewhat closer to the boarding plank. He looked right into his eyes. “Theodosius, now listen to me. Although I’ve said it a thousand times, do not forget to tell Gregory that the help is coming. He must be patient; the Emperor does not forget his subjects. One more last campaign and I will have the Danube secured for at least a generation. We should be seeing each other by Christmas. Give him the gold, and that should keep him quiet for a while. And remember that you are also Emperor, act like one.”
“Yes father” Theodosius meekly replied.
“Now give your wife a last look and get going.”
Theodosius directed his steps to another of the women in the small crowd. She was slender and young, couldn’t be older than seventeen. Her dark black hair, arranged and held in place by a golden band, contrasted sharply with her pale skin. “Take care of yourself” she said softly as he came closer, followed by a smile: “My father won’t always be there.”
A chuckle came from the man behind her, her father the patrician Germanus. Theodosius also chuckled, quickly remembering how his father-in-law had saved him a few months earlier from the crowd that almost sent him to the Lord’s embrace. Constantinople could get rowdy at times, especially lately. “I will send for you soon” he said gently, while she hugged him. A short kiss followed and he turned to the ship again.
His brother Tiberius was already on board. His father Maurice, his mother Constantina, and his seven other siblings had already lined up by. More embraces followed. “I love you son, and please be careful” his mother begged one last time as he climbed on.
He turned briefly, nodding to her. His father waved, and so did everyone else in the crowd. Minutes later the board was raised, and the port workers untied the ropes securing the vessel; before long the oars began to creak, and the ship slowly pulled out of the harbor. With each row, the familiar shapes began to grow smaller. He took one last look at The City and then turned. God please keep us safe. All of us.
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The POD for the whole story would be here, late March of 602. In OTL Theodosius and Tiberius never leave Constantinople.
© 2012 Daniel Rodriguez
All rights reserved by the author; not intended to be released for common use. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author."
Prologue:
The cool morning mist had already begun to dissipate, and the ocean was more visible with each passing minute; not bad for one of the first days of spring. The Imperial ship had been loaded and provisioned during the previous night, and the four escort ships were already waiting ahead in the distance, in the calm waters of the Propontis.
“Pope Gregory must be impatient boys, let’s not keep him waiting” said the cuirassed individual on the milk white mare.
“Yes father” was the quick reply from the two boys standing before him. One of them was distinctively older, but could not have been more than nineteen years old. The other merely a child, at best ten.
“Goodbye mother” said the younger of the two, to one of the finely dressed women at the fore of the crowd that had gathered to see them depart. She could not contain her emotions, her reddish eyes bearing witness to such a weakness, and hugged him one more time. ”I love you son, take good care of yourself. And of your brother.”
While the mother kept on talking to the boy, the opportunity was seized by the cuirassed man to dismount, take the older of the two slowly by the arm, and walk him somewhat closer to the boarding plank. He looked right into his eyes. “Theodosius, now listen to me. Although I’ve said it a thousand times, do not forget to tell Gregory that the help is coming. He must be patient; the Emperor does not forget his subjects. One more last campaign and I will have the Danube secured for at least a generation. We should be seeing each other by Christmas. Give him the gold, and that should keep him quiet for a while. And remember that you are also Emperor, act like one.”
“Yes father” Theodosius meekly replied.
“Now give your wife a last look and get going.”
Theodosius directed his steps to another of the women in the small crowd. She was slender and young, couldn’t be older than seventeen. Her dark black hair, arranged and held in place by a golden band, contrasted sharply with her pale skin. “Take care of yourself” she said softly as he came closer, followed by a smile: “My father won’t always be there.”
A chuckle came from the man behind her, her father the patrician Germanus. Theodosius also chuckled, quickly remembering how his father-in-law had saved him a few months earlier from the crowd that almost sent him to the Lord’s embrace. Constantinople could get rowdy at times, especially lately. “I will send for you soon” he said gently, while she hugged him. A short kiss followed and he turned to the ship again.
His brother Tiberius was already on board. His father Maurice, his mother Constantina, and his seven other siblings had already lined up by. More embraces followed. “I love you son, and please be careful” his mother begged one last time as he climbed on.
He turned briefly, nodding to her. His father waved, and so did everyone else in the crowd. Minutes later the board was raised, and the port workers untied the ropes securing the vessel; before long the oars began to creak, and the ship slowly pulled out of the harbor. With each row, the familiar shapes began to grow smaller. He took one last look at The City and then turned. God please keep us safe. All of us.
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The POD for the whole story would be here, late March of 602. In OTL Theodosius and Tiberius never leave Constantinople.
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