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Part XLIX: The Opening of the Davidine Period (1523-1525)

Eparkhos

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Part XLIX: The Opening of the Davidine Period (1523-1525)

Loukas Ratetas had, during his long regency, secured the throne of the Megalokomnenoi for the young aftokrator David. Like Anastaios or Tzimiskes before him, he had overseen a period of domestic quiet and successful campaigns abroad that would allow his ward to assume the office of ruler under the best possible circumstances. The treasury had recovered from its nadir during the reign of Alexios V, while the bandons had recovered much of their strength after the brief civil war during the early regency. Thanks to the acts and perseverance of Ratetas, David would be able to open his reign with a flurry of action, a trend which would define his long and successful reign….

On the night of 13 March 1523, hundreds of candles were lit in the streets of Trapezous. Dozens of small processions formed in all parts of the town, pouring towards the center of the town before merging together into a single parade. Thousands of Trapezuntine marched down the mese, chanting prayers and acclimations as they approached the Hagia Sophia[1]. Icons rose above the marchers, depicting Saint Eugenios, Saint Basileios and the many military saints affiliated with the Komnenoi. At the head of this great procession were the eleutheroi, marching in perfect formation under arms, the chi-rho painted on their shields and regimental flags flying in the wind. At the front of the eleutheroi, atop a glistening white horse, rode David himself, who chose to conceal himself in hooded robes similar to a monk’s. After reaching the Upper Town, the procession made a sharp turn onto the road leading to the Hagia Sophia, which sat rigidly against the darkness of the night sky. The procession circled around the cathedral before finally arriving at its eastern gate. David and his guards dismounted and entered the church, followed by many of the Trapezuntines. In the chamber of the cathedral, David was officially installed as aftokrator in a two-hour long ceremony by Patriarch Dionysios, before they turned and went to the steps of the church. The Crown of Komnenos, which had lain in state since the death of Alexios V a decade before, was produced, now with several pendulata[2] attached as the old Roman crowns had been[3]. As the sun rose over the mountains to the east, the crown was lowered onto David’s head to the cheers of the people, officially marking the beginning of his sole rule.

David’s coronation was an excellent piece of political theater. He had already been crowned thrice--firstly at the behest of Basileios Mgeli in 1514 to mark the beginning of his minority rule, then again by Loukas Ratetas to secure his legitimacy as regent, and then a third time in Nikaia to mark the official beginning of the personal union between the two Greek states back in 1520--so a fourth coronation would have seemed completely unnecessary to most rulers. In David’s eyes, however, it served a vital purpose. Firstly, it was a public announcement that from here on out he would be a true aftokrator, ruling alone, a matter which David felt important to convey given the highly colorful opening period of his regency and the gains which had been made under Ratetas, which he felt could lead one of his sons--who he regarded as half-brothers--to try and usurp him. Secondly, it brought him into the eyes of the public for the first time since his second coronation eight years before. He hoped to present the image of a young, promising and most importantly sane ruler, as his minority had been plagued by fears that he would inherit his father’s madness and jealous rage. Finally, the symbolism of the rising sun played on the already improving fortunes of the Trapezuntine state and his relation to it in the eyes of God. David felt that he ought to remind the people that while Ratetas had presided over many successes, these gains had only been possible because God supported him as the rightful monarch of the Greeks and the Romans. As you can imagine, growing up under the constant threat of deposition--Ratetas had been well-regarded enough after his victories in the west that he might have gotten away with a coup, and it was widely rumored that if he was unwilling to, then Sabbas Tarkhaneiotes, the victor of Kastamone, had the guts to do it--had made David conscious of the volatile nature of court politics, and he felt an urgent need to insure himself from the threats of usurpation.

It has also been suggested that the formal and ornate coronation process was an attempt by David to shore up what he feared could be a publicity problem regarding his appearance. Alexandros II had been a black-haired, brown-eyed man with tanned, bronze skin, hooded eyes and a hooked nose, and Alexios V had borne a strong resemblance to him, with a slightly darker skin tone and curlier hair thanks to Martha’s Levantine extraction. David….was not. He was fair-skinned, bearing more resemblance to a Kartvelian than to a Pont or a Turk. He had straight brown hair and light brown eyes, with high, arching brows and a long, straight nose. Shockingly, this had never raised Alexios’ suspicion, but after his death it was widely speculated that David was the product of adultery on the half of Katsarina. He did not look the part of a Komnenos, and so he feared that he would not be treated as such. The ornate coronation was an attempt to legitimize himself further, as well as present himself to the people in such a manner that his glaring differences from his father weren’t so obvious.

One of David’s chief activities as a youth--well, he was still a youth, being only sixteen years of age, after all--was the study of the annals of Trapezuntine history. One of his chief tutors, Alexios of Sinope, had written O Khronia Trapezousos, an extensive and in-depth history of Trapezous itself since 1088[4] and the Komnenian emperors of the Trapezuntine Empire, and his instructor had successfully imbued him with both a love for history itself and an understanding that those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it. In 1513, he had written a short text describing the greatest flaws of each aftokrator since Alexios III, who had reigned back in the mid-1300s. The most common problems were succession and heirs, two deeply intertwined problems. Manouel III had been overly kind and generous to his sons, and for this he had been poisoned by Alexios IV[5]. Alexios was in turn murdered--gruesomely beaten to death, in fact--by his eldest son, Ioannes IV, who was deposed by Alexandros I more than a decade later and later died under suspicious circumstances while in exile. Alexandros the Elder’s worst mistake was vacillating between which of his sons he wished to succeed him, which resulted in both of their deaths in the Brother’s War and the ascension of Alexandros II. Alexandros II had managed to dodge the assassin’s knife--at the time of writing, he was actually alive, albeit rotting in a dungeon in Stettin, of all places[6]--but had botched his succession by allowing Martha to screw up Alexios and Romanos, and then passing the throne to neither of them. Nikephoros I had been too trusting for his own good, while Alexios V had been far too paranoid to be a good ruler, as evidenced by his purges and mass executions. His demise had actually come from being too trusting, though, and allowing his literal scheming whore of a wife to remain in the palace, which had led to his ultimate assassination. David concluded that the best way to ensure his own survival and continued rule was to a) find a trustworthy and fertile wife who could help him govern and tend to dynastic matters, b) educate his children and have enough spares that one or two of them losing their minds wasn’t too much of a threat, c) designate a heir and make sure that his siblings weren’t going to cause trouble and, d) keep a healthy level of paranoia, but don’t go full-out Caligula like his father had. These conclusions would shape David’s palace policies and, to an extent, his domestic and diplomatic decisions regarding which foreign marriages to pursue, ultimately having an immense impact on the entirety of his reign.

The first issue that David faced after assuming the throne and taking up the orb of rulership in his own right was marriage. As Alexios V’s reign-of-terror had demonstrated, choosing the right spouse was a matter of crucial importance for any ruler, if only because they would have immense influence on their children and heirs. David was already determined that he would not repeat the foolish errors of his father and grandfather, planning on keeping a constant eye on his wife to make sure she didn’t scheme against him and/or brutalize their heir to the throne as Anastasia and Martha had done, respectively. Ratetas had, thankfully, refused to promise David’s hand to the daughters or sisters of any foreign rulers--although he did not refrain from occasionally mulling over betrothing him to one of his daughters, even going so far as to try and push David and Anna Ratetasina, his youngest daughter, together in hopes that sparks would fly--so he was free to make a pragmatic decision. There were five Orthodox states--it should also be noted that David was a fanatically devoted follower of the Orthodox Church--who had potential matches amongst their royal families. There was of course Kartvelia, but by now there were more than a dozen current marriages between minor members of their respective royal families, so a marriage to a Kartvelian princess would have little strategic benefit other than binding the close states even closer together. Across the Black Sea, Moldova was a vital trading partner thanks to its domination of the Lower Danube, and it could be a very valuable partner against Ottoman revanchism, as well as the only other state on the Black Sea whose fleet could potentially rival the Trapezuntines. There was a slight problem, though, as Moldova was at war with the Golden Horde, and an alliance with them could imperil Trapezuntine holdings in Perateia. The Russian states were too distant to make good allies, and there was already a marriage alliance with Volga Novgorod conducted two generations prior. Finally, there was Morea, who had made an impressive series of gains against the Ottomans during the War of the Second Holy League and who could also form a pincer against future Turkish threats. However, they were quite distant, and communications between them such as would be necessary to fight such a war against the Ottomans would have to pass through Ottoman or Karamanid territory, which would effectively cripple any value they had as potential allies. The Palaiologoi also had a competing claim to the glory of old Rhomaion, and so an agreement with them would be quite distasteful to a ruler who was as mindful of his tenuous legitimacy as David was.

And so, in the end, marriage was proposed with the Moldovans. Bogdan was receptive to an alliance with the Trapezuntines, who he also saw as potentially valuable allies against the Turks, and so after a brief back and forth a betrothal was agreed between David and Ionela of Moldova[7]. Ionela had been born in 1505 and so was several years older than the aftokrator. According to all sources, she was a very quiet and asocial woman who had no real interest in anything other than reading and knitting. As you might imagine, she was a well-known figure in the Trapezuntine court scheme and became infamous for hosting debauched parties[8].

After securing a marriage alliance in his first year, David then turned his attention to the politics of ruling. He agreed with most of the domestic policies which had been enacted by Ratetas and so left them in place, although he did ease the taxes which were placed on the church’s land holdings--not on the church itself, mind you, but on their properties instead--an act which brought him much favor with the Pontic Patriarchate. In early 1524, he embarked from Trapezous for Davidoupoli, touring his territories and subjects in the Nikaian Empire. He was most displeased with how Bishop Lefkos, who had been running things since Ratetas left, had been handling the people and the taxes in this region--essentially using them as a base to advance his personal riches and properties rather than preparing them for the inevitable conflict with the Turks--and so he promoted him upwards to regent for his territories in the newly-created territory of Western Scythia, which consisted solely of Ginestra and the small force of pirate-hunting galleys posted there. With Lefkos out of the way, he assigned one Konstantinos Lakharnas, a veteran of the Nikaian Rising, to reform the administration in the west along the lines of the existing state apparatus in Trapezous proper.

It was very important to David that the bandons be made ready for war as quickly as possible, for he was planning war. He was driven by many reasons, among them a desire to legitimize himself even further and prove that the victories in the west had truly been because of God’s favor and not because of the luck and/or skill of his regent. However, he was far from a prideful fool blinded by hubris, and geopolitical concerns always remained at the back of his mind. Were he to complete his God-given mission to restore the Roman Empire to its pre-Manzikert borders--whether he actually believed this or not is a matter of great debate, with most historians concluding that he was too much of a pragmatist to actually believe it and instead used it as a propaganda tool--he would need to secure strategic depth for his empire. As it was, the Trapezuntines were a coastal empire dependent on sea travel to connect its far-flung territories, which stretched more than a thousand kilometers along the coast of the Black Sea. Its landward territories had little strategic depth and could be rather easily penetrated by hostile forces, especially from along the Neo-Rûmite border. Trapezous needed to push inland to secure its coastal territories and allow it to reclaim more of its rightful territories.

David’s desired target was the Neo-Rûmite Sultanate. They had radically reformed--transitioning from the Karamanid Beylik to the Neo-Rûmite Sultanate around the turn of the 16th Century is just the most visible example--under the long reign of the successful Bayezid II/Kayqubad IV into a centralized and formidable state that dominated Inner Anatolia and could project power out in all directions. David feared the growth of Neo-Rûmite power; they were already strong enough to pose a serious threat to the Trapezuntines before they had reformed, and now their power had greatly expanded and was growing every year as their network of irrigation canals made the valleys and plains of the east bloom. He needed to strike now and with overwhelming force to nip this threat in the bud. Tokat, Chorum and Sebasteia (OTL Sivas) all glittered just a few dozen miles from the border. He was sure that if he struck with the full force of Nikaia and Trapezous that the Neo-Rûmites would be severely weakened, if not crippled. He began preparing for mobilization, hoping to launch his desired invasion in the spring of 1525.

However, events would intervene to preclude David’s planned war. In the summer of 1524, a wave of desperate messengers arrived in Trapezous from Tbilisi, begging for David to ride to the aid of his cousin like his father and grandfather before. The damned Mongols had come, 100,000 of them[9], and the Caucasian Gates had been overrun. Aleks’andretsikhe had fallen, and there were only two more fortresses between the hordes and the valleys. David knew at once that he could not allow the Golden Horde to push into Kartvelia, both for the sake of his ally and himself, and so he marshalled his men for war….

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[1] That is, the Hagia Sophia of Trapezous. The Hagia Sophia faces westward, so the procession had to circle around it to face the rising sun.
[2] Pendulata are the strands of pearls and gemstones that dangle off the side of most Byzantine crowns, as well as the Hungarian Crown of Saint Steven. David here has had pendulata added to the usually penduless crown to symbolize his connection to the Byzantine rulers of old.
[3] Rather than repeating myself, I’ll just say that I’ve recently started watching Stargate: SG-1 and it’s quite good.
[4] After Manzikert, the Gabrades family had set themselves up as semi-autonomous rulers of Trapezous and the surrounding territories, only being returned to the Empire proper after 1143. A branch of the family had clung on as rulers of Theodoro until Alexandros II’s reconquest of that region in 1475, at which time they were stripped of their holdings and resettled in Khaldeia, where they remained until this story’s present.
[5] OTL We don’t know that Alexios IV died in this manner, but it is widely suspected that his death was at the very least hastened by his scheming sons.
[6] After abdicating, Alexandros II had gone into exile in Tmutarakan for several years. After Alexios murdered Nikephoros and seized power, he wisely fled Trapezuntine lands altogether, going westwards to Esztergom in 1507. Ladislaus V allowed him to take up residence in his court, further fueling rumors of his illegitimacy, and upon the outbreak of the civil war he had taken up arms in service of his possible son and patron. As Ladislaus was driven into Austria and forced to seek Bogislaw’s shelter, Alexandros had taken up residence in Vienna in 1511. After a time, he had grown bored with his life and court and had raised a company of mercenaries. He had been hired by the Duke of Brunswick to help him put down a peasant revolt in 1514, after which he was kept on the payroll as a security force. With the outbreak of the War of the Three Leagues, he successfully organized a defense of the Duchy in 1517 and much of 1518 before he was finally defeated by Bogislaw. Alexandros was then thrown into a dungeon in Stettin, where he would stay for the next six years. As the Bauernkrieg raged on in the 1520s, the newly-installed Konrad was forced to seek help from any available quarter, and so recruited Alexandros--now known as Alexander the Greek--to lead one of his armies, which he did with much success. In 1531, with the end of the war in Saxony, Alexandros was rewarded for his service with the lordship of the County of Bentheim-Tecklenburg, a small county on the border with the Rhinemouths. He would remarry and have one son by his German wife, Nikola von Rheda, before dying in 1534 at the age of 76. His son, Alexis, would reign for several decades to come and play a notable role in the Reformation.
[7] Romanian chronicles of this period have an annoying habit of only listing the sons of rulers, so her name is a guess
[8] This is sarcasm
[9] A cookie to whoever gets this very obscure reference.
 
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I have a feeling that this Mongol horde, isn't a conquering force but rather refugees fleeing from something happening up in the Russian Steppes.
The thing about the Golden Horde (or Ulugh Ulus) was that it was actually a Turko-Mongol state, similar to the Timurids. Something I would love to see in this timeline is that instead of there being a Slavic and Orthodox behemoth called Russia that terrorizes their neighbor across the black sea, there is a Turkic and Hanafi horde that proves to be the greatest challenge to Roman-Trebizonians in the future. OTL the Russian Empire had a plan to revive the Eastern Roman Empire and came close to achieving it many times before some Deus Ex Machina happened and the Ottomans stopped them. Seeing this parallel occur in this timeline would be brilliant!
 
That was a lucky break for David.

The Rumites look very formidable. I would not have liked his odds even with Kartvelian support.

Gonna go out on a limb here and say the Mongols here are a result of the Kazakhs having just steamrolled the region and sent the Nogais and Astrakhans into flight.
 
It has also been suggested that the formal and ornate coronation process was an attempt by David to shore up what he feared could be a publicity problem regarding his appearance. Alexandros II had been a black-haired, brown-eyed man with tanned, bronze skin, hooded eyes and a hooked nose, and Alexios V had borne a strong resemblance to him, with a slightly darker skin tone and curlier hair thanks to Martha’s Levantine extraction. David….was not. He was fair-skinned, bearing more resemblance to a Kartvelian than to a Pont or a Turk. He had straight brown hair and light brown eyes, with high, arching brows and a long, straight nose. Shockingly, this had never raised Alexios’ suspicion, but after his death it was widely speculated that David was the product of adultery on the half of Katsarina. He did not look the part of a Komnenos, and so he feared that he would not be treated as such. The ornate coronation was an attempt to legitimize himself further, as well as present himself to the people in such a manner that his glaring differences from his father weren’t so obvious.
We will ever find out the truth via dna testing in the modern age?Wasn’t Martha Georgian btw?
One of David’s chief activities as a youth--well, he was still a youth, being only sixteen years of age, after all--was the study of the annals of Trapezuntine history. One of his chief tutors, Alexios of Sinope, had written O Khronia Trapezousos, an extensive and in-depth history of Trapezous itself since 1088[4] and the Komnenian emperors of the Trapezuntine Empire, and his instructor had successfully imbued him with both a love for history itself and an understanding that those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it. In 1513, he had written a short text describing the greatest flaws of each aftokrator since Alexios III, who had reigned back in the mid-1300s. The most common problems were succession and heirs, two deeply intertwined problems. Manouel III had been overly kind and generous to his sons, and for this he had been poisoned by Alexios IV[5]. Alexios was in turn murdered--gruesomely beaten to death, in fact--by his eldest son, Ioannes IV, who was deposed by Alexandros I more than a decade later and later died under suspicious circumstances while in exile. Alexandros the Elder’s worst mistake was vacillating between which of his sons he wished to succeed him, which resulted in both of their deaths in the Brother’s War and the ascension of Alexandros II. Alexandros II had managed to dodge the assassin’s knife--at the time of writing, he was actually alive, albeit rotting in a dungeon in Stettin, of all places[6]--but had botched his succession by allowing Martha to screw up Alexios and Romanos, and then passing the throne to neither of them.

[6] After abdicating, Alexandros II had gone into exile in Tmutarakan for several years. After Alexios murdered Nikephoros and seized power, he wisely fled Trapezuntine lands altogether, going westwards to Esztergom in 1507. Ladislaus V allowed him to take up residence in his court, further fueling rumors of his illegitimacy, and upon the outbreak of the civil war he had taken up arms in service of his possible son and patron. As Ladislaus was driven into Austria and forced to seek Bogislaw’s shelter, Alexandros had taken up residence in Vienna in 1511. After a time, he had grown bored with his life and court and had raised a company of mercenaries. He had been hired by the Duke of Brunswick to help him put down a peasant revolt in 1514, after which he was kept on the payroll as a security force. With the outbreak of the War of the Three Leagues, he successfully organized a defense of the Duchy in 1517 and much of 1518 before he was finally defeated by Bogislaw. Alexandros was then thrown into a dungeon in Stettin, where he would stay for the next six years. As the Bauernkrieg raged on in the 1520s, the newly-installed Konrad was forced to seek help from any available quarter, and so recruited Alexandros--now known as Alexander the Greek--to lead one of his armies, which he did with much success. In 1531, with the end of the war in Saxony, Alexandros was rewarded for his service with the lordship of the County of Bentheim-Tecklenburg, a small county on the border with the Rhinemouths. He would remarry and have one son by his German wife, Nikola von Rheda, before dying in 1534 at the age of 76. His son, Alexis, would reign for several decades to come and play a notable role in the Reformation.
[7] Romanian chronicles of this period have an annoying habit of only listing the sons of rulers, so her name is a guess
[8] This is sarcasm
[9] A cookie to whoever gets this very obscure reference.
I dunno what to say about this arsehole. He didn't even have the decency to come back when his son died and take up his rule again.
 
who's pushing the mongols to europe? It should be something that's happening in Siberia/Central Asia, so its either 1. new steppe empire that Trebizond has to deal with, 2. something in northern china happening, so Manchus/Uighurs?, 3. the Uzbeks somehow becoming ascendent.
 

Eparkhos

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The little snippet from yesterday stirred my imagination some. Would y'all like short narrative segments--more appendixes than actual chapters, really--to be thrown in to spice up the story? I'm always going to keep the primary updates book-style, but I think that narrative additions could be interesting.
 
I've just got to say I'm blown away with how quickly you're putting out these updates btw; genuinely so impressive you can get updates of this consistent quality and quantity (word count) out so fast. Hats off to you
 
The little snippet from yesterday stirred my imagination some. Would y'all like short narrative segments--more appendixes than actual chapters, really--to be thrown in to spice up the story? I'm always going to keep the primary updates book-style, but I think that narrative additions could be interesting.
Yes, they do provide some good amount of immersion to us. Maybe the model used in "A Age of Miracles" could be useful, if you sometimes join the book-style updates with a short or medium length narrative that provide context or make us feel immersed in what is happening (or not! Sometimes just teasing about things that are going to come is great enough) would make the quality of this story even better.

Also, Asriellian is completely right, it's truly impressive how you manage to keep this rhythm with a great quality, i have seen such a pace only in fanfiction so far, and it's actually a habit of mine to daily see this thread for a new update.
 
Good chapters. Liking our tenacious greek pasha.

The Serbo-Hungarians would flee in all directions, but only a handful of the 15,000 men who had taken the field that day would escape back across the frontier into Christian lands.
I'm not sure I buy it. There isn't a strong pursuit force to take them out, and nothing preventing them from re-cohering later and marching home through the skeletonized countryside.
The impacts of Ergenoupoli were immense. The Serbo-Hungarian forces withdrew from their positions south of the Balkans, eventually retreating back across the pre-war border with only a few minor areas along the frontier still holding.
Did nobody just stay in the power vacuum in Bulgaria rather than hurry back home for the civil war?
 
Appendix A: December 1523, Sarai

Eparkhos

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The update is ballooning, but I hope to have it out by tonight. I hope this can tie y'all over.

Appendix A: December 1523, Sarai

Nogai rode across the plains, his own ragged breath barely audible over the thundering of his horse’s hooves and the thunder of cannonade behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, anything other than the blood-red sky and circling carrion birds obscured by the rollicking of his mount. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to keep riding as far and as fast he could, his sweaty hands clenched around the reigns, but he needed to know what was behind him.

He pulled his reign and tried to turn, but his horse refused to follow, rearing and thrashing as it tried to continue its flight. Nogai clung to its mane like he always did, but the coarse hair slid out of his fingers like water and he fell for the first time since his childhood, the void beneath him seeming to suck him in. He hit the ground like a stone and instinctively rolled, then froze as he caught sight of the city behind him.

Sarai--he had spent enough time in the capital to know it like the back of his hand--was engulfed in flame, great black plumes of smoke from burning homes and funeral pyres rising into the hellish sky. Beside it, the Volga lay choked with bodies, a carpet of floating black that stretched from bank to bank. As he watched, the minarets of the great mosque were hauled down, crashing to the ground with the sound of doom. A swarm of men scurried over the palace and merchants’ quarters, looting and carrying off everything they could. Wagons lay scattered around the edge of the city, piled high with the riches of the khanate and surrounded by chain gangs of women and children, all screaming, crying out for mercy.

Something tightened around his ankle and he glanced over his shoulder to see that his horse had been caught by another rider, no, riders. A half-dozen men galloped towards him, one carrying an orange horsetail banner, with bows held at full taut. At once, they loosed, and the arrows hurtled towards him....


Nogai Ahmed Khan sat bolt upright, chest heaving. His hands raced to his chest and he felt all over his torso, searching for arrow wounds, then to his relief realized it had been a dream. He fell back into bed, panting, thanking God and all the angels that it had just been a dream. His stomach still churned, though, and after trying to ignore it for several agonizing minutes he stood and started to pace.

The tiles of the palace floor were cold, colder than the pit in his stomach even. He had had a similar dream once before, on the night before his victory at Taipaq five years ago. That dream had come true; with the swinging of his left flank around the edge of the Uzbek line he had forced them to yield the field entirely. Could this dream come true? Was it a premonition of the fall of his empire? He shuddered, praying it wasn’t. Still, if it was, it could be a gift. God would not have given him this forewarning if he intended to abandon him. He paused, replaying the dream over in his mind. He recognized the banners of the invaders, they belonged to the personal guard of the Uzbek khan. Surely, that meant that if he did not change his ways, then the Uzbeks would destroy his empire. He ought to shift his men eastward and strike against them as soon as possible, to make sure they could not bring about his ruin.

He shook his head. No, he couldn’t do that. The Russians and the Poles grew stronger every year, and if he turned his full force against the Uzbeks they would strike him in his back and destroy him that way. He sighed, kicking the frame of his bed. That was the root of the problem, after all. The cowardly farmers bred faster than his people did, and they were growing bolder as the disparity between them grew. Eventually, they would overwhelm him or his successors by sheer weight of numbers, it was just a matter of time.

Nogai paused, thinking. Numbers wouldn’t be a problem if he kept them fighting each other. In the time of his forefathers, the Russian and Polish states had been utterly smashed and reduced to squabbling fiefdoms, all paying tribute to him while fighting him again. What if he did so again? Did he even have enough men to do so? It would be much easier if he put fear back into them, sent them running like rats like Subotai had once done, and destroyed them without fighting them….

“Servant!” he shouted.

A Ruthenian servant, his name Vladimir or Dmitri or something, scrambled in through a side door.

“Yes, my master?” he said in an irritated tone.

Nogai frowned, deciding not to waste his time beating him for his insolence. He’d have him sold south to the Ottomans soon enough. “Fetch Tuqtamiş.”

“Yes, my lord.” The Ruthenian scurried out of the room, and he resumed pacing. A few minutes later, Tuqtamiş entered through the main door, surprisingly well-dressed for having been woken in the middle of the night. Nogai said as much.

“I’ve found to always be prepared.” Tuqtamiş said in his typical polished tone.

“Good for you,” Nogai said, knowing that he wasn’t going to get a straight answer. “Tell me, which of our neighbors is the weakest?”

Tuqtamiş paused for a moment, eyes and lips pursed. “The Khanate of Turan or Great Perm, I believe. They’re both quite fragile, more coalitions of tribes than an actual khanate or chiefdom. I imagine we could crush them in a season or less.”

Nogai shook his head. “No, I mean our settled neighbors. Novgorod, Lithuania, Moldova, them and their ilk.”

Tuqtamiş paused again. “You mean settled neighbor? Feudal, or centralized, right?”

Nogai nodded, and his secretary paused once again.

“I believe,” he said, an unusual note of caution in his voice, “That that would be the Kartvelians. They’re a patchwork of lordships and estates, and probably couldn’t muster more than two tumens against us.” he paused again. “They’ve actually been rather aggressive towards us recently, their priests have been spreading their slave’s faith in the tribal territories on our side of the mountain. In fact, they actually spurred the Vainakhs to rebellion a few years ago, and because of them the Avars stopped paying tribute.”

“What?!” Nogai shouted. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask, sir.”

Nogai started to shout something, then cut himself off. Tuqtamiş was right. “If something like this happens again, let me know.”

He turned and started pacing again. “We have what, seven tumens to their two? It’s time to put the fear of God back in them. When was the last time we raided them, anyway?”

“Sometime around 1335, I believe. The Dzadhiks* went through around 1395, but they’ve been practically untouched since then.”

“Good, send out the riders. Tell my vassals to gather here by the end of March.” Nogai said. Visions of victorious slaughter and raping-and-pillaging flashed through his mind. After a century and change of peace, Kartvelia would be brimming with loot and slaves. Hell, if it went well enough, he might be able to gather enough men to his banner to reduce the Russias once again and maybe even go after Poland or Hungary. If everything went well, he would go down in legend like Subotai or even Genghis….

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*This is a derogatory name for Temur-e-Lank; the Golden Horde’s khans did not consider him to be a real Mongol such as themselves.
 
ok that's why the Mongols are invading again. This war will be fun to watch as we know that David and Trebizond will win, but by how much? Will David have the strength to fight the neo-rumites after this war?
ps: Will Trebizond eventually rule Kartvelia through personal union?
 
Oh boy, its like Christmas all over again and you are a very harsh author! Davids first challenge is stupidly difficult and very tough for any ruler or general
 
Wow! Exciting update! What is interesting is that the nomads within the splintered Khanates of the Golden Horde actually did begin transitioning from pastoral semi-nomads to settled farmers (especially since the Idil Valley is very fertile), could this also be happening in this timeline?
 
I dunno what to say about this arsehole. He didn't even have the decency to come back when his son died and take up his rule again.
To be fair, Alexandros just seemed to be absolutely done with the Romans when everyone around him made him go completely insane, especially his sons and his wife. If at least one of his sons turned to be "normal" and "competent" for him, then that might've given him a reason to stay.

Of course, his new life in Germany is quite interesting, with them settling in what appears to be in Westphalia / Lower Saxony and his descendants seem to be part of the upcoming Reformation. Who knows how far the Komnenoi will go in Germany, although if they manage to either unify the entire Rhineland or expand west towards the Netherlands as part of their demesne (probably at the expense of the Burgundians, I think), then that's when things start to be really interesting, imo.

Sidenote, I kinda want a Komnenoi wank to come out of Alexandros's lineage, now that I think about it. It'd be the Palaiologoi in Montferrat all over again, but with a greater potential to carve something out of a foreign land.

B444's decision to put the same dynasty in the thrones of both the Ottoman Empire and the Empire of Mexico in his timeline certainly whet the appetite of a large Komnenoi state in Germany for this timeline, hehehehe..... :evilsmile:
 
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