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Introduction and Historical context

Silverio90

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CLASH OF PATHS



Introduction and Historical context


Welcome ladies and gentlemen of Paradox Forums in my first attempt to write an AAR on CK3: I already wrote some AARs on CK2 but I never end one of them ‘cause I thought I was too acerb in writing. But now I feel confident about my style of writing and I want to start this journey in “AARland”.
WATCH OUT: there could be some time between a chapter and another because I study and work at the same time and this is period of Universitary exam sooo… Suscribe so you can stay up to date ;)!

The story I want to tell goes around two custom rulers in 1066 start, especially I’ll play as the Count of Bern (Switzerland), the other ruler will be the Duke of Lombardy (both custom, as I said): I’m not writing to present a simple succession of events but I’ll try to show the story (obviously fictional) that lies behind the History and, obiously, I’ll RP with the characters.

But first, let’s take a look to the Historical Context of 1066: Harold Godwinson (or Harold II) is crowned king of England meanwhile William the Bastard assembles an invasion fleet and Harald Hardrada of Norway lands on the beaches of England starting his invasion; in Central Europe the Holy Roman Empire is well-established yet fragile while Byzantium, the Eastern Roman Empire, still stand strong against the invasion of the Muslims; the situation, by the way, is rapidly changing in Southern Italy where Robert the Fox received the title of Duke of Apulia.


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STAY TUNED!
 
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Good luck with your first CK3 AAR!
 
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Good luck! This sounds like a really interesting campaign!

and this is period of Universitary exam sooo…
sooo... it sounds like you found a perfect excuse to procrastinate on studying! :D /s
 
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sooo... it sounds like you found a perfect excuse to procrastinate on studying! :D /s
Ahahahah I hope not, I need to pass them all :cool:
So you'll be playing only as the Count of Bern, but will tell us the story of both? I assume their proximity will lead to some spicy situations. Interesting :p
Exactly what I meant. I'll play only as the Count of Bern but I'll POV the duke of Lombardy in some chapters (without playing it obv)
Good luck with your first CK3 AAR!
Thanks Nikolai, I hope it will be a nice work.
As a fellow AARer I really value your judgement guys!
 
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Chapter I: Paths
Chapter I: Paths


“Now you got it! Ahahahah” the kids were running all around trying to catch each other, in particular there was a blonde kid faster than his peers and every time one of them was on the verge of touching him he escaped with skill and tapped the poor one’s forehead, making all the group laughing loudly.

“Falco you really are the best, I really don’t know how you can do this?” said the fatigued loser. But the first wasn’t paying attention to him, heading toward a kid who was sitting alone under a tree watching them playing.

“Hey you, why don’t you join us?” the lonely kid diverted his green eyes from him, holding his toy-sword to his chest. The blonde kid frowned but he continued to talk happily…

“Oh sorry, probably you weirded out ‘cause of my accent!” he brought an hand behind his head smiling nervously “the mister priest always says that I should talk with a proper language if I want to impress others but…I really don’t care ahahah. The name’s Falco by the way, nice to meet ya!” But neither this attempt served to make an opening into the lonely kid.

“Falco what are you doing?” a little girl ran near Falco pushing him to go away “Don’t talk to that kid… He frightens me, he’s always alone holding that sword and doesn’t talk to anyone… please, come her-” that kid gave her a death stare but Falco chilled the atmosphere.

“But what if he actually wants to talk with us and he isn’t capable of? I think we should give him at least one opportunity.” he returned to talk to the kid and smiled “Is that, right? As I said, I’m Falco, what about you?” said proposing him a bump fist.

“Friedrich…” silently the lone kid stood up and returned it while watching his feet nervously.

“Alright Friedrich, from now on…”






Why this memory is coming to mind, right now? He remembered where he was, the Imperial courthouse: the Kaiser Heinrich IV was sorting through his vassals’ requests mumbling and giving off decisions but he really didn’t care, he was only feeling anxious because of his new appointment, his legs trembling in the attempt to calm his mind.

Someone tapped his neck…

“Are you okay, Friedrich? Don’t leave us now, your day hasn’t come yet.” whispered Falco, his well-kept long blonde hair cornered his face and the goatee, grown only to seem older, couldn’t hide the strenght of youth in his hazel eyes.

“Mpf, you won’t get rid of me so easily…” he replied, Falco’s always had the power to calm him. You have always been a person who all can rely on, but I won’t be less than you!

Friedrich regained his spirit but the Kaiser’s speech was really really boring so he preferred to “focus” on the place architecture: by the way, the room was the same as some years ago when the orphanage led the children to visit the Imperial capital, the vassals all over the room were oustood by the Imperial throne and beside it the Prince Electors’ seats “A clear simbology, the past Kaisers were not so dumb” he thought, the only difference was the big portrait of the new Kaiser (Heinrich IV).

“And with this last one we have finished! The diet is closed!” announced the Kaiser. The vassals were leaving the room and so do Friedrich and Falco when their ruler thundered:

“No, not you, dukes of Lombardy and Transjurania, remain here.”

When all the others left Falco asked:

“So what? You appointed us just yesterday and you already have to complain about?”

The Kaiser took off the crown leaving it on a table

“Talkative as always Falco, mh?” his face looked very strained “Can’t a Kaiser talks to his good friends?”

He abandoned himself on a chair and continued:

“Pff guys, how did the things turn up in this way? The life was so easy back then…Did you remember the first time we met? When my father took me to the orphanage? What a memory! You were the only ones who didn’t care about my heritage.”

“Oi oi, are you saying that you didn’t like this role? It’s a big pride to be someone so high-ranked as you. You literally are the most powerful man in the world, everyone would want to be in your shoes.” Friedrich replied.

“I should, eh?” Heinrich kept looking at the ceiling “nevertheless I really would like to go back to those days, perhaps living together in some remote village, cultivating our lands and once finished our daily work going to some filthy inn, having fun and enjoying our life and friendship. Maybe we would have found the love of our life too, don’t you think? And now, instead…”

“The problem is that you don’t like your new wife? I’m not understanding.”

“I’m not saying that, she’s such a lovely person but… it’s just a political marriage, you’ll understand someday, or maybe I am the strange guy here.” he took on his crown and stand up “By the way, have you paid attention to what I said during the meeting? Friedrich, your title is all smoke, after I nominated you as the duke of Transjurania the counties of Neuenburg and Aargau rebelled and elected their own leaders, sooo you de facto rule only the county of Bern. But I know you’ll settle the situation in the right way…” he snorted again “Who do you think our enemy is?”

“Wh-”

“Sorry, I was thinking loudly. I arranged a bedroom for you two to pass the night, I really like you to attend the feast that my wife organised in the palace, this evening. There will be a lot of foreign rulers, some too high-ranked for you but surely you’ll find some good ally, I hope.”

He made his way to the door “Guys…I’m so sorry” he whispered in a way to not be heard, a tear lifting his left eye.







Later, in their room

“I am confident that these imperial maidens don’t know nothing about style!” Falco complained.

“I expected you to intervene in the argument but you stayed silently. This is not in your style.” Friedrich noted.

Falco watched around, closed the window and sat on the bed.

“We made a huge jump from a position to an another…Just the day before yesterday we were only orphans, trained to be good advisors sure but still orphans and now we’re dukes, or better, I’m a duke. You’re just a count in facts.” He laughed “But this is not what I want to say: don’t you think Heinrich’s choice is strange? Choosing two young guys, most of all of humble origins, to nominate dukes… even the most dumb peasant would have been aware that this fact would anger the nobility. In particular” he lowered his voice carefully “in the view of the fact that our predecessors in title seem to be vanished without leaving traces. It’s really a strange strange situation… I think that’s why Heinrich invited us to the feast: he wants us to make bonds with the fellow vassals hoping that someone, for some reason or another, maybe with malice too, is willing to be on our side... but a large part of them won’t accept us as their peers.”

“I don’t care about this political mess-ups. I’ll show them that I’m worthy enough to be a ruler, in fact I really don’t care about what they think I’ll just keep-”

“moving forward, yes I know. You really like this line, uh? Just be careful Friedrich, you have been educated, better yet, you always have been a physical guy but I was educated in the art of words and I have soon realized a thing: this world is full of shadows and we’re no more covered by the light of the Heinrich III waisenhaus (1), you’ll watch out soon. Pay attention!”



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here a small visual presentation of the characters of this chapter, Friedrich, Falco and Heinrich







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-it’s the orphanage where Friedrich and Falco grow up, founded and financed by the Kaiser Heinrich III, father of the current Kaiser and the friend of the two, Heinrich IV
 
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Ok guys, this was my first chapter. How did you find it? Leave me a feedback, also for some grammar advices/corrections (I'm not English mothertongue so there could be some errors);)
 
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Ok guys, this was my first chapter. How did you find it? Leave me a feedback, also for some grammar advices/corrections (I'm not English mothertongue so there could be some errors);)
Very interesting setup. I take it you started as the kaiser and appointed some courtiers for the titles in question? The writing is different, very light and easy to follow. You do get the sense these are not the high class nose in the sky types. :D
 
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Chapter II: Detachment
Chapter II: Detachment



That evening, Kaiserpalast hall



“Feel nervous, sir?” Falco joked before entering the hall, the joyful music was flowing from the inside “From now on, we join the world of the people that matter. But don’t flatter yourself, I’m still more handsome than you… and clever, and charismatic, and enthusiastic, and mod-”

“Stop messing around Falco!” I said cutting him short “You should behave as befits one of our rank, the noblemen will never take us seriously if you still act so childish.”

Falco stuck his tongue out, annoyed “Are all soldiers so boring as you? Nevermind, let’s enter…”

The hall was the biggest I ever saw, Definitely Heinrich keeps himself well, it was a blaze of black and yellow, wide tables had been placed along the collonade, on it a fancy triumph of draperies decorated with the Imperial Eagle, plus the whole thing echoed perfectly with the melodies proposed by the musicians; all across the hall the guests were greeting each other.

“It’s impossible that all this crowd is made up by Heinrich’s vassals… R-Right, Falco?”

“You should behave as befits one of our rank” Falco mocked “By the way, surely the Empire is so huge but not all these high-ranked people are fellow vassals. For example, look over there, Heinrich is talking with the king of the Danes, is the other the Austrian duke? Bho, I can’t understand well from here. Oh, and look on that side near the musicians’ spot, there are some Frenchmen talking with other noblemen, they seem Iberians. And undoubtedly those aren’t the only foreigners but we aren’t here to guess their provenience, you agree with me.”

“But how are we going to take our place in this world? They seem so well comfortable each other, they don’t need to talk with us…” I replied visibly worried.

Falco took me by the shoulders and started pushing me “Just go there, smile and probably they won’t flee from you like a cat from a bath. Or maybe they’ll call the guards, you’ll look like a boring preacher with that grudge.”

“P-Please, don’t exaggerate… you’re embarassing me now…”

“Ohoh heyy Falcooo!!” a deep voice called him from behind, a big man put his arms around Falco nearly choking him “How are you going, my best boy?”

“Heyhey my soon daddy-in-law, what a pleasure to meet you here. I didn’t expect you to remain here and attend the feast.” Falco answered trying to free himself from the man’s grasp.

“Daddy-in-law? What?” I grumbled shocked.

The huge man kept talking “Ohoh forgive my impetuosity boy, usually I’m more temperate but when I see this young guy” another time he squeezed Falco “my heart melts: he’s such a good boy!” almost some tears came out but he composed himself and returned to talk to me, now his voice was so different, calm and heartwarming “I’m Vlatislav II Přemyslid, Korfersst of Čechy(1), it’s my pleasure to meet you.”

“My name’s Friedrich, Friedrich von Reinerburg duke of… I intended, count of Bärn. So why are you two…ehm, when did Falco…”

“You want to know why are we related? Beh, he asked my daughter Judita’s hand. At first I didn’t want to accept his offer but this guy got guts and kept insisting and then… I’m not that young anymore to sustain a prolonged argument ahahah!! He’s such a wonderful boy, so young yet so firm, and he’s also so handsome and fair ohohoh!” and another time he threw an arm around Falco’s neck laughing loud, I had never seen Falco so red in face (I couldn’t say if due to the embarassment or for the lack of air) and for a moment I could swear seeing him asking help.

“I still don’t understand when you meet but congratulations! When is the wedding?”

Falco got loose and spoke again “I didn’t think you’d be interested in such pettiness, Friedrich you surprise me every day more.” He settled down his clothes “Don’t worry my friend, you’ll be the first to receive the participation. Maybe in 5-6 years.”

“Six years? So do you m-”

“Enough talking!” Vratislav cut it short “Now Falco, I want to introduce you to some friends of mine. Would you give me the pleasure to come with me?”

“Sure daddy. Friedrich, we’ll meet at the end of the feast. I hope you won’t be afraid to be alone, there are so many people to talk here. Bye-bye!” he winked as if to say Remember, don’t be shy and throw yourself in and he left with the eastman.

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(1) Duke of Bohemia

Who should I start with and what should I aim for? I started looking around myself, the people were so engaged in discussing with each other that I felt rude to put me in their conversations… the hall was so full of people that I was so close to faint (I was so anxious at the time, how sweet) but I noticed a lady wearing a strange hat that was chunking a slice of bread Ok Friedrich, buck yourself up. Now it’s your round to get a bride!

“Greetings milady, are you e-enjoying the evening?” I pulled out all my confidence, probably I also shouted a bit because the lady gasped but she sudden composed herself. She wiped her lips graciously and reposed her handkerchief in a pocket.

She laughed very gently “Sure my sir, it’s all so nice here. The Emperor, or I should say the Empress, really has a good taste in terms of decors. With whom I have the pleasure of conversation?”

“Just a man who has been dazzled by your beauty.” I tried to perform my best kisshand. In the end the etiquette lessons proved to be useful because the lady slightly blushed and made a naughty smile.

“Do you know it’s impolite to not answer a damsel’s question?”

“I didn’t mean to be unpleasant, my flower. I’m Friedrich von Reinerburg, a vassal and longtime friend of the Kaiser. Can I have the honour to know your name?”

“Matilda di Canossa, the duchess of Toscana. So it seems that we are fellow vassals, what a lovely coincidence…” she began to become interested in me “Are you here alone?”

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“Even if I wasn’t alone it would have been a disgrace to let your beauty go unnoticed. But don’t worry my darling, I’m here alone hoping to find a fine woman with whom to spend a pleasant evening and, maybe, the rest of my life.”

“Oh! Such an audacity to say this kind of things to a woman…” she said with a flirty tone “Another time, what a coincidence, I’m searching for a man to marry too.”

It’s my occasion, she’s a nice girl and has a provoking body. And this marry also carries a good alliance for me…

“What a beautiful thing to hear! So… I don’t want to waste any time. Would you like to join a marriage with me?”

Matilda got closer to me, her eyes sunk into the mines, so close that I could feel her breath on my neck, her red lips half-closed in a so damn provoking way. Oh God, she’s so sexy. At this distance… I really want to bite those lips. Matilda started to whisper, her hand twiddling on my chest:

“You’re such a lovely man Friedrich but, you know, bed-relationships outside of marriage aren’t good things for us Christians. So if you want to enjoy my presence” she winked “you should take me before Christ at first. Do you agree my fellow vassal of…?”

“B-Bärn… Count of Bärn.” I said charmed.

Matilda stepped back recomposing herself, her voice stopped to be flirty and became serious “Sorry milord, as I said you’re a lovely person but I’m a Duchess and I can’t mix myself with the lower ranks, both for the marriage and for normal acquaintance. See you soon morcel, I’m sure that a man like you won’t find difficulties in finding a good woman…Surely, she won’t give you a good alliance but the people of your rank must be satisfied with the crumbs.”

I was astonished, the anger of responding to her boiled up but her firm presence prevented me from speaking… In a matter of minutes I had found, spoken, flirted and lost a woman Damn, they warned me that the nobilty wouldn’t see people like me in the best light but I never imagined that it would be so harsh. How did Falco was capable of doing it? I…

I had no idea of how much time I lost brooding and regretting myself but at some point a hand touched my shoulder, it was Heinrich.

“Hey Friedrich, all right? You just stay here staring out into the nothingness, if you won’t move the guests will think that you are a statue and you might get some unwanted gifts.” he joked in a serious tone.

“That’s a good point. It’s just…”

“Did you get a pole? I noticed that at some point you and Matilda were really close but she left you so…”

“What? How did you noticed it from the other corner of the hall? I thought you were busy with other affairs.”

“Mpf, how much things you have to learn yet… Talking with the vassals is such useless, they make good face to bad game all the times so smiling and postponing their matters is the best thing. Plus, all the Danish king talks about is fighting and I guess that he lacks memory …He told the same story five times in a row, oh my God. I leave them alone, I’m sure they’ll get along with each other, after all they are boring in equal measure.”

Heinrich sighed “But I don’t want to bother you with such things. The dinner table is set, come and sit near me…You’ll think at your marriage once you’ll get to Bern, for this evening just enjoy the feast.”

“And Falco?”

Heinrich looked in the direction of Falco who was talking with Vlatislav and other nobles “Beh, I guess that Falco is getting along well. Don’t think to him, he has always been a sociable guy and you know it better than me. Let’s have a good time!”

“Why am I always left behind? I, I really don’t know how to push on… I believed that accepting your propose was what I had to do, I had long dreamed of this moment but now that I’m in it I feel like this dream’s slipping out of my hands... You shouldn’t have picked me for this role, I can’t live up to it. I feel like… no, I AM useless, I can’t be like you and Falco… I’m not special as you…”

I didn’t even have time to realize what happened, Heinrich slapped me so hard that even now I can remember the hurt.

“Enough! I won’t let you talk to yourself like this. You has always said that you’ll keep moving forward or was I dumb all this time? Where did the grit that distinguished you have gone? The Friedrich I know wouldn’t never cry like that…Am I talking to my friend or to a pathetic shell? Get over it, man! Do you think I chose you only because you’re my friend? Now I’m the one who’s offended. Stop bothering you with such things, humans are strong only when they are together: if I’m the crown that watches on the Empire and Falco is the shield that protects it from the dangers then you’re the sword that will expand it. You don’t need to be someone who never fails to be special, you already are special to me, actually to us, because we have a bond. Now please, pull yourself together and come with me at the table.”

He showed me our seat and together we set out to it.

“Heinrich…Thanks!”

“You have nothing to thank me for. Really…”

Heinrich let me sit near him and his wife Bertha, as he said he was really a lovely woman, and her maidens but apart from some phrases of convenience I didn’t interact so much with them and also I ate little and badly: my mind was still obsessed with Heinrich’s words…Mpf looking back now, if I’d listened to him maybe we wouldn’t have had to go this far but at the time I couldn’t imagined what this cruel world was holding for me. Nevermind, returning to that evening, once the dinner was over I left the hall and I went out to look at the stars sitting on a step: looking at the immensity of the starry sky was something that calmed me since childhood…

While I was lost in my thoughts a sinuous figure approached me:

“Do you feel alright, sir? You ate too little, was not the food of your liking?”

I looked better at her, she was one of Heinrich’s wife’s maidens but she didn’t impress me too much, maybe because she was so silent even in those few conversations I had; honestly though, her traits were delicate (despite I could clearly see she was older than me) and the long plaits falling along the slim chest made his silhouette very elegant.

“Nono, the food was very delicious. It’s my fault that I’m so meal closed.”

“Is there something bothering you?”

“Something? Ahahahah, I wish it was just something…”

There was a moment of embarassing silence but she mustered up all her courage and spoke again:

“So… You are one of the new vassals, right? In the court they all talk about those two guys who were personally nominated by the Kaiser even if not of noble blood.”

“Yeah, I’m one of them, Friedrich count of Bärn. But probably you would have preferred meeting my colleague Falco, he’s a more handsome guy than me and he’s better able to undertake conversations with the women.”

She sat near me and looked me into the eyes “Why are you so harsh with yourself? Maybe if you smile a little more you could be as handsome as him.” She smiled gently, for a second I felt a pit in the stomach “Can I ask why you keep compare yourself to the others? We all have some qualities, even if you can’t comprehend which ones they are. You should focus less on what the others do and more on what you can do to improve your situation… What I’m trying to tell you is that you don’t have to be the best but you should just accept yourself for who you are and try to find peace within you.” she reflected upon what she said and blushed immediately covering the face with her hands “S-sorry sir, I didn’t intend to lecture you. I-I just let myself go too much.” and she got to stand up and flee, instinctively I grabbed her hand and brought her to me:

“You don’t need to excuse…” looking closely, her delicate facial features revealed her sex appeal, I realized I was blushing too. I took courage and asked her:

“Please, marry me! I need a woman like you by my side, now and forever!”

The lady turned even more red in face “What are you saying sir? Have you drunk too much? W-We don’t even know each other.”

“I don’t care. Please, take into consideration my offer. You will be a countess, indeed the most fit countess of the Empire…I feel that without you my life will be useless…”

“But how can you say such a thing? You don’t even know my nam-”

“I don’t need it! Until our hearts beat in unison I won’t need to call you by your name.” Wow! I didn’t believed I could speak such sweeties… Is this Falco’s inphluence?

Now she seemed on the verge to faint, however she let go of my hand and fixed her dress:

“Are you sure about it?”

“With every fragment of my heart!”

“I can’t say I’m unhappy. From the first moment I was interested in knowing you and I also hoped it would end like this but I can’t tell now if it’s really what’s right for me…”

“But that’s what you want, right? Why should you refuse then? I don’t even care of the alliance you can give to me, actually I want to marry you even if you won’t give me one!”

She thought about it for what I feel like eternal, then looked up at the sky, sighed and said:

“Alright, I accept it! I will be your wife. But please don’t make it crystal clear to the others in the hall…”

I felt a sudden sense of… happiness? victory? Even now I didn’t understand what had happened to me, why it excalated so quickly and why I felt so connected to that woman I just met but, you know, sometimes you just let yourself be dragged by the feelings.

“Uh…Ahahah, I didn’t think I could manage it so fast. I really really need to thank you for giving me this honor. Tomorrow morning we’ll take a chariot to Bern where I’ll take office and then we will officially marry. Ah sorry I almost forgot, the chariot will attend here.” I walked away but before crossing the treshold I heard the lady saying.

“Sibylle d'Ivrea…”

“What?”

“Sibylle d'Ivrea, my name. Sister of the cuens of Besancon…”

“Uh Sibylle, really a beautiful name.”

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“Friedrich sleepyhead, wake up or you’ll miss your chariot!” a voice called me out. I opened my eyes, Falco was arraging his things in a bag “Oh God, another second and I was going to call the priest for the funeral services. I understand you’ve already put everything in your bag but at least give me a hand with my robe.”

“How much trouble since early morning.” I turned on the other side of the bed.

“Mpf, as usual. Beh, looks like you had fun last night…”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re treating me as a fool or you’ve already forgotten?” he tapped my forehead “Hey dumb, I’m talking to you… do you think I haven’t noticed it? You left the hall with a woman following you from a distance and even if you returned alone she was too much red in face. It seems that our Friedrich has learned that there are other pleasures besides the sword.” he said winking.

I threw him a shoe who promptly he dodged “Shut up, you dumb. It’s not like you imagine.”

“Oh, you’ve also become aggressive! So I’m right. Congratulations man. Now hurry up otherwise we’ll leave you!”

He continued to laugh “Incredible! One just like you ahahah!”

Once we got to the palace there was the imperial charioteer attending us, Heinrich was there to say goodbye and his wife was talking to Sibylle, probably she was telling her something about marriage duties beside... you know...

“I guess that the day has arrived. I wish you both a safe journey and write me some letters when you are there. Oh Friedrich, I highly recommend you to treat this lovely maiden in the right way or no one will protect you from the wrath of my wife.” the Kaiser said.

“Darling, don’t exaggerate please. I offer you my sincere congratulations!” replied Bertha laughing.

“Don’t worry, your Highness. Between a week this beauty will return to Your service…” joked Falco.

“Very funny Falco! I’ll miss your pricking!” Heinrich laughed “By the way, you should go now. Have a safe trip!”

I and Falco looked at each other and hugged “Don’t cry too much brother, we are like neighbors and we can still see each other sometimes.” started Falco.

“You dumb, you always ruin the mood…I-I don’t know what to say. I can’t imagine to live without you…”

“Hey honestly, I’m not going to die. I’m literally on the other side of the mountains. Surely I’ll miss the moment you become a man but I can pass on it. Write me when you arrive. Have a good trip!” he said a little misty-eyed.

“Do the same brother!”

We broke up the embrace and got on the chariot, I said goodbye and turned to hide the tears: it was the first time that I separated from Falco, Sibylle held my hand to comfort me. This was the moment where my story started, this was the moment which marked the real beginning of what I’m writing, this was the moment that led me to know what the real hell is…







About a week after, Bern



“Good morning sir, I guess you’re our new lord Friedrich.” a guard stopped me before entering the centre.

“Yes, I’m Friedrich von Reinerburg.” I gave him the Imperial Seal.

“Perfect! My lord, I beg you to go straightforward to the main hall of the castle, the council was waiting for you and there are some urgent issues to address.”

“Ok, I assign my soon-wife to you. Led her to my quarters, if they exist.”

“Sure my lord, to your orders.”

I entered the main building of the city (later I discovered that it was also my residence) and entered the council hall: four men and a woman were sitting at a table visibly nervous, an armoured man came inviting me to sit at the biggest throne.

“Welcome to home my lord, we wanted so much to celebrate your arrive but the actual state of the things prevent us to do it. I’ll make a quick round of introductions: I’m the Marshal, Alarich mayor of Thurn and they are Friedrich the Chancellor, Hupold the Steward, Katharina the Spymaster and Eudes the Suffragan Bishop, these are the most important details. Now I introduce the situation: the counties of Neuenburg and Aargau rebelled and a bunch of peasants took control over them, now we rule only above the lands surrounding Bern. We need to reconquer them as soon as possible!”

“Ok then, that will be my priority. After my marriage I’ll draft our army and re-establish my rule over th-”

“My Lord, I beg to differ. Maybe you don’t know how it works but let me explain: the population doesn’t care about who rules but the usurpers have gathered support between the neighbors, mainly as a payback to the Kaiser who appointed you as a vassals, and so now they can propose him to be recognised as the rightful rulers of those lands. In normal conditions, the Kaiser won’t accept at first because he just appointed you and at second because you two have a nice relationship but the other influential vassals could lean to give them the permissions. I have already gathered an army, indeed I planned today to start the military campaign but luckily you’ve arrived: surely the soldiers will be more motivated to fight if the count is with them, plus I heard you have been trained to be a good commander.”

“Ah... And with the marriage? Even if I’m without a wife my position is unstable.”

“For that issue, there are no problems.” intervened the bishop “I can officially declare you husband and wife now.” he took a scroll and scribbled above it “Toh, now you’re officially married. You can perform the ceremony and your duty as husband after the war, I’m sure it won’t last long…”

It seems that they are capable of running a county alone…

“Ok then, I guess I can close this reunion and we can leave with the army. Now I must deal with my new wife hoping that she won’t kill me before the war does.”

All the councillors left besides the Marshal who called me in private:

“I’m sorry for my vehemence but the situation is really on the verge of the disaster. Also, I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the opportunity to express your views but we were used to run the politics alone while the previous duke was living the good life.”

“Don’t worry, I can understand. So you will help me leading the war, I hope we can get along with each other…”

“Of course my Lord, I’m sure we will. During the campaign I will inform you better about the other councillors and the general situation of the domain.”


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Friedrich...Friedrich. Your awkwardness is troublesome. That slap was deserved.
 
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Interesting premise, commendable effort on characterisations, written with a rather modern style; deserving acknowledgement considering the world-building through mainly dialogues right from the first chapter. Kudos.


Leave me a feedback, also for some grammar advices/corrections (I'm not English mothertongue so there could be some errors)
No worries, as @Nikolai said, these are not the high class nose in the sky types. We are looking for the story, and only the story, of which this is in the steps of proper world-building around its narrative.

Besides, unfortunately cannot even be of any help even if wanted to, since personally suffering also by own dreaded grammatical mistakes, not the most qualified one to provide credible aid; apologies for that.

Although, have a personal interest on the borrowed terms, specific terminology, names, etc. So after seeing das Waisenhaus, interpreted its use as an addition of the translator-storyteller within the scope of the narrative; such that viewing the tale of the friends from 11. century as told from a 16. century perspective at the least.

This brings to the some of the names seen on the provided maps, which are highly interesting and indicating that several mods are used in the run. Some of the names in that mod are admirable, some are meaningless, but that is the issue of the mod, not a problem of the story. At least the name of the roman empire is used properly, that is cool:cool:


Edit: Corrected incomplete sentence.
 
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Interesting premise, commendable effort on characterisations, written with a rather modern style; deserving acknowledgement considering the world-building through mainly dialogues right from the first chapter. Kudos.


Thanks for your words. The only thing I didn't understand was that "Kudos" XD

Although, have a personal interest on the borrowed terms, specific terminology, names, etc. So after seeing das Waisenhaus, interpreted its use as an addition of the translator-storyteller within the scope of the narrative; such that viewing the tale of the friends from 11. century as told from a 16. century perspective at the least.
Orphanotropies existed since 787 in the Christan world for example (but similar institutions existed also in the classical world). But they were called in a different manner (in my own language) that I couldn't translate in German (to give more immersion) so I opted for the general term "orphanotrophy (Waisenhaus in German): the term, officially, dates back to 14th century but the function was the same to the previous "institutions" :). It was more a technical than a world-building choice (in fact, the story in these chapters is POVed and told by Friedrich who is a 12th century guy).

Friedrich...Friedrich. Your awkwardness is troublesome. That slap was deserved.
Poor boy, he felt so out-of-place.
 
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Chapter III: Baptism
Chapter III: Baptism



1st October 1066 Anno Domini, lands near Biel (Aargau), some minutes before dawn


“Don’t you think the choice was far too reckless, my Lord?” the marshal Alarich asked, sitting on a rock he was sharpening his axe.

“Do you mean using an axe horseback? I think that with your salary you can afford a proper sword.” I replied continuing to strike some blows to the air.

He stopped for a moment as if he had understood his weirdness, he lifted his axe looking at it with hollow eyes “Yeah you’re right, sir! It’s not like I’m better off with this thing but… it’s a memory of my grandfather, I’ve never met my parents and I was raised by him: he always used to say that this axe has been passed down in our family for several summers, actually he used to say that my forefathers arrived here with their people near the time of the sack of Rome but probably those were an old man’s raptures I don’t believe. On his deathbed he told me to pass it down to my descendants.”

“And that’s why you still keep it, to honor his last wish! I imagine you respected him a lo-”

“I hated him. That old piece of shit of a smith did nothing but get drunk in the tavern and ‘cause of this he couldn’t earn enough… and guess who he blamed for his failure? Of course me, Alarich was a bad child, Alarich was a curse, Alarich deserved to be beaten day after day after day after day after day after day after day until… until I…” Alarich was trembling, his forehead was strewn with sweat, hands knuckles whitened by rage and a disturbing smile crossed his face; I approached to help him but he came back to himself:

“My apologies sir, I diverted too much.” he had two sips of water “Back to us, you know what I was talking about. Why did you accept the Aargau leader’s terms? We would have had the upperground in this war if we hadn’t agreed to battle his army at his conditions! We could have taken them by surprise or by starvation or in a hundred other ways. But no, you decided to screw up my so carefully prepared plan only for what? To satisfy your sense of honour? Or just to affirm your authority over a simple councillor? No please tell me! Because, you know, during this kind of campaigns the strange incidents are just around the corner and casually they always happen to the high ranks…” he stood up drawing his axe.

“Don’t worry, nothing of the sort.” not cowed, I raised my voice a little “I accepted because I think that we can conquer the castle and its land but if we don’t win the heart of the population the situation will repeat iself and it may end up in another bloodshed… and I imagine that their leader thought the same way: fighting outside the city to make himself seem caring about his people’s life. But I won’t play his game and be the bad guy! I’ll show that also under my rightful rule they can live happy days.”

Alarich chilled down and returned to sharpen his axe snorting and mumbling:

“Understandable… I thought you are dumb but now I am sure of it: thinking that a peasant cares about who rules him is just…absurd? Naive? Trust me, I was a street rat long ago.” he laughed nervously “Forgive my harshness but I needed to know for whom I’m going to die. I’m not like the others that, under threat or not, are ready to fight for you, I still have… things to do out there, my Lord!”

“It’s natural you want to know better with whom you’re working for, nevermind! But speaking of getting to know each other, you told me you was going to inform me about your colleagues. What better time to do it?”

Alarich shrugged “Calling them colleagues is an insult for the real councillors, they’re more than extras in this play. Starting from the worst there’s Hupold, the steward: I don’t have any ideas about how he came in the grace of the previous duke, Our Lord may curse him, but the only thing he can do with gold is begging for more, not much for someone who should manage realm administration… ah he’s also one of the knights but, as you can see, he hasn’t decided to join us; the only woman, Katharina, is the spymaster and your predecessor’s courtesan so you can understand what are her skills, honestly I’ve never been able to figure her out but don’t let her seduce you with some sweet-talking, indeed women are to be feared; last but not least, there’s bishop Eudes Scarponnois, he’s a strange churchman, very approachable and helpful but at the same time don’t try to upset him or he’ll hold a grudge till one of you won’t be dead. About his skill… I don’t know what a suffragan bishop does but, even if I did, a proper Christian shouldn’t judge a priest’s work, even if the priest is French.”

Of course he has a “good” word for everyone - I thought:

“And the chancellor? The other Friedrich?”

Alarich did a gesture as if he forgot about something important “Uh sorry! Mhhh, that boy is just…anonymous, I can say. He’s not a bad guy, in fact he’s really a nice person to have around, always kind and comforter but he doesn’t distinguish himself in anything. Mediocre in all the things he does… I mean, in these days of journey I thought you had the time to frame him.”

“Beh, it’s not like he talked a lot on his own. He offered to be the scout and I accepted it, therefore the only words we exchanged were about the reports. It just felt like he preferred to be with the commoners than with the important people like us…”

“I think the same, probably cause of his name: Hohenzollern… a name so grand it’s like a curse for the one who are not great enough. And at this point you figured out that the only reason of his role lies also in his name… But give him time to break off from its shade and he’ll become the most skilled between us, I guarantee you.”

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“Understood. Alright then…” I tried to find a topic to continue the conversation but I failed, instead an awkward silent fell.

Luckily, Alarich was a man of many words (yet he hated losing time) and rescued the situation:

“By the way despite your risky plan, if we can call it this way, we still have good probabilities of victory. We both have a bunch of peasants on our side but our army can rely on two hundred armored footmen, I’m sure they will make the difference since neither the sides have cavalry except us commanders. Plus, if it’s true what your curriculum said you should have no trouble on elaborating a strategy to hit them hard.”

“Alarich, we don’t have too much strategies to think about. It’s a plain land, the most complex thing we can do is to surroud them. And that’s why me and the armored boys will clash against their backbone, thus you all could take them from behind.”

“The commander… in the frontline? Well not just foolish also suicidal, it’s a miracle you have reached the nineteenth summers. Okok, you’re in charge here but please have mercy of our guys, they aren’t just tools in your hands.”

“It’s fine, I can understand what you mean. Don’t forget I was a commoner too, an orphan moreover.”

Alarich moved as to reply something but he simply decided to bow and took his leave. Before he got away too far I thundered:

“Mayor Alarich! I'll let you off this time but remember, don’t you dare speaking to me as you did at the start or the one who will encounter an incident will be you. Do you UNDERSTAND?”

“Mpf! Foolish, suicidal and aggressive. Now I’m sure we’ll get along!” he grinned.



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Per the agreement, at the crack of dawn we went on the plain about 500 feet from the Aargau castle: one breathed a heavy atmosphere as if the land itself was aware that soon it would have been a bloodshed theatre. Among us you could cut the tension with a knife as well, a lot of people in my unity already had “freed” themselves because of fear and thus there was a certain pungent odour, however it wasn’t so much the smell or the moisture to create such delicate aura but the mood: the most of them – me included – had never fought a real war, obviously we had trained in the art of war but the real deal was on another level... take the life of another person… anyone sane wouldn’t have done it even under payment or compulsion and this meant that we - everyone engaged in this war - were not normal people. Maybe in some of my fellows it gave rise to remorse but I was prepared, since a young age I distinguished myself in swordmanship and I knew that fighting for someone would have been my destiny… and fighting included killing in the worst cases. Therefore, now that I was fighting on my own volition, for my self-interests, I couldn’t pull back: in order to become the most respected, in order to be the best I would have kept moving forward even if that meant destroying everyone who had opposed me.

My troops, on the contrary, were driven only by a sense of duty or chivalry but once in the midst of battle they both wouldn’t have been strong enough to stop them from running away; and indeed early signs of discontet started to appear: when I accepted the agreement many thought that it would have been an ambush and the lateness of the opposing army was feeding these fears… I needed to cheer up or they would have led a mutiny or, in the worst-case scenario, killed me.

“DON’T TREMBLE, MY FELLOWS! The enemy is a honorable one, he will come.” I said, more to myself than to them.

Between the retinues someone replied “And what if he played us?”, another one added “Yeah, we fell for it like a pear!”, from all directions rose protesting cries. The situation were heating up fast and I didn’t want – and couldn’t – fight against my own men “And what if the new count is nothing but an infiltrator?”: as I imagined they doubted of me but all I could do was waiting, the enemy arrival would have been my salvation… what an unhappy paradox!

I tightened the hilt of my sword and met the looks of Alarich and the Hohenzollern ready to intervene along with the levies if the situation was going to go wrong; me and my retinue were exchanging dirty looks ready to draw our swords and jumping at each other neck when the sound of a war horn roared across the land: the enemy army was arrived on the plain, the rebel leader Werner riding in the back smiled and thundered:

“My fellow citizens, our foe is right here to take away our liberty. Don’t you remember how much we fought to get indipendent from that city, Bern, who fattened on our backs while our people were starving? Now one more time we’re called to defend that bloody liberty from someone who actually want to spill blood in his ranks. So my comrades, my friends, for your families, for your beloved ones, for the city of Aargau, DESTROY THIS FILTHY NEMESIS!”

Damn, I was too naive… the enemy wanted to plant the seed of distrust, not to ambush us – I thought – I must take control the situation, I will NOT be defeated HERE.

“Soldiers! I know you don’t trust my lead and that I didn’t do one thing to deserve your respect but if we die here all our dreams, all our hopes for the morrow will be buried along with our bodies! So I’m just asking you, please fight with me and win this battle!”

I threw myself in the combat trying to pull out one of my best war cry without looking back, angry tears clouded my sight but it was too late to back down; I heard my soldiers’ sound of footsteps and I realised that I wasn’t alone, luckily. I rose the shield and returned in the ranks, the clash between the two armies happened: I found myself in a whirlwind of blades, I parried a blow from the left and stunned one on the right, our backbone seemed to manage the situation thus I went deep in their lines blowing powerful strikes to the ones who got on my way and searching for their leader: I found him protected by a personal guard while he was killing some of my men:

“Gautselin! Take care of that boy! If we manage to capture him this will be an easy victory!” Werner ordered.
The poor man ran towards me and tried to disarm me but I countered his blow and took him down, now it was just me and Werner…and his horse. He started to charge me: the first time I manage to dodge it, the second time I countered him but on the third his strike landed on my shield, the strenght of the blow combined with the speed of the horse succeeded to break it; once again he was coming for me, I held my sword two-handed, the only option I had was to hit the horse lowering myself so far that Werner couldn’t reach me with his sword but I needed the perfect timing or he would reassess and strike me on the back: I waited, waited, waited for the right time and rolled aiming for the horse knees but I hadn’t taking in consideration the weight of the armor and fell on the ground ruinously… waiting for the right time made me totally at Werner’s mercy, the mere sword wouldn’t have saved me from the violence of the lash…Then the delirium happened: his horse fell down in a bloodbath and someone pushed me away from getting ran over; I met the gaze of my saviour, he was Friedrich – the other of course! The rest of the fight was going well, the levies had surrounded the other army and many enemies was giving up. Always quietly Friedrich waved me and pointed at the horse as he left to regroup with the levies: at first I didn’t realise what he meant but in the dust I was able to spot the figure of Werner; he was still alive, bloody but alive, after the fall waiting for revenge and had probably realised that the only way of winning the war was to capture me.

We engaged in duel. I didn’t lose time and swept against him, Werner probably didn’t expect such irruency because I was able to bruise him on the left shoulder, as a response he aimed at my chest with an angry cleave but I stepped back dodging it.

“Impudent foolish scum-kid! How dare you? I’ll make you taste the pain of Hell!” he yelled and leapt on me blowing another horizontal strike to my free left hand – I’m right-handed - and then… in the heat of the battle I didn’t have reasoned too much, the blood was pumping in the ears and I had completely loosen up… instead of parrying the blow I rolled towards it dodging the sweep and landed an hit on Werner slicing that hand. Werner howled writhing in pain but once again I was quicker and gave him a knee in the stomach then a headbutt driving him unconscious.

It took me a while to realise I had won but when I did I threw myself in a shout of joy; I lifted Werner’s body and screamed:

“WE HAVE WON! THE REBEL FELL UNDER MY SWORD!”


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The enemy army surrended and contemptuously handed us the city, on the contrary when we entered the city the population’s welcome was… strangely normal: a few admired the fact that commanders that young – indeed neither me, Alarich and Friedrich had reached the twenty Christmas - were able to win a battle on thin ice without much losses for both the sides, others probably still remembered the old duke’s yoke and looked at us with suspicious but, generally, nobody complained too much about the “change of rule”.

While we were accomodating in the city quarters for the rest Alarich and Friedrich came to speak to me:

“What a stroke of luck our count has!” Alarich gave me a pat on the shoulder “Not only the enemy army came right in time before the disaster but you were also saved by a hair by this young boy here! If this is not Lady Luck, may God forgive my words, I don’t know what it is! AHAHAHAH!” he laughed as loud as he could.

“Yeah!” I laughed too “I thank you very deeply, Friedrich. Without you my life would have finished long before it started!”

Friedrich blushed of embarassment, surely he wasn’t used to the spotlight:

“Nono, you don’t need to thank you… It’s my d-duty, sir! You’re my h-homonymous, too…” he joked timidly.

“Hey friend, if there’s something that it’s troubling you just tell us. We’re war buddies now!” Alarich said concerned, his behavior surprised me but I supposed that he was caring with the people he actually liked.

“You don’t need to worry about, really. It’s only that those were my first killing acts and… and, forgive my frankness, I puked because of the disgust for what I did. When I slashed trough their bodies I… I was relieved that it was me on the winning side. I acted neither like a good Christian because I didn’t blame myself at that moment nor like a good knight because I’m not acting honorably… I’m such a disgrace!”

“But Friedrich, it’s the most normal thing…” I tried to comfort him “It’s something instinctive to be relieved that you hadn’t died, that’s like the animal self-preservation. And the fact itself that you didn’t enjoy killing your similar means that you are already blaming youself… Trust me! Me as well had a rejection after the adrenaline has gone and I guess that also our Alarich had a moment like thi-”

“Here’s a letter for you! From the armored footmen.” Alarich cut me short “You should read it when you’ll be free but I’m sure that it’s an excuses letter… You know, for the almost mutiny. Those smartasses…”

“Don’t be so rude, I’m sure that they truly feel guilty. Who would ever follow the orders of a kid without knowing him?”

“As you wish, you’re in charge here. But the most important stuff is that Werner woke up, he’s in the dungeon ready to sign the peace... if he still can… I’ve also convinced the militia we won against to join us after the peace will be signed, they’ll be useful against the other rebels of Neuenburg!”

“Really good job, Alarich! I give you the role to settle the army situation, with the old and the new troops either; we’ll leave for Neuenburg on the first days of November. Instead I suppose I need to visit Werner or he will get mad at me. Come with me Friedrich, I need a diplomatic sight for this kind of thing although I am sure he will be condescending enough.”

I went down the stairs with Friedrich, in the dungeon two soldiers were guarding Werner’s jail: he was clothed in rags but the flames in his eyes were still burning.

When he noted me he tried to assault me but the guards hit him, he started to laugh deliriant:

“Stop with this charade and give me what I have to sign. I’m not in the conditions of asking something!”

I passed him the scroll which he signed with the still-good hand.



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“You have won this time, you can win the next time too but you can never be able to extinguish people’s desire of freedom!”

This time I was the one to hit him:

“Freedom? How can you talk about freedom? You fill your mouth with beautiful words but your hands operate in the worst of the ways. Do you think we haven’t see the rampant misery in the streets? For them, for those people you really think that it changes something if the ruler is a self-nominated or a legitimate one? You too committed atrocities, for them you’re cut from the same cloth of the previous duke. You didn’t do this revolution for them but you did it for youself, YOU wanted to feel superior. You are of NOBLE family, an Habsburg, don’t act like a normal commoner. Haven’t you seen the poor ones’ eyes? Their eyes… their eyes were already dead, I want to ligh them up. I’ll be the best, the world will remember my name in a good way for centuries!”

I turned to leave but before crossing the treshold Werner laughed again but there was something strange in his laugh, it seemed of… of pure entertainment:

“PUAHAHAHAHAH!!! I see. You love to fill your mouth with beautiful words as well AHAHAHAHAH!!! Do you really want to follow that dream? Well, YOU don’t even know how much weeds you’ll need to eradicate AHAHAH!” I wanted to give him a death-stare but the crazy look on his face shocked me “What’s up, kid? Are you upset by my laugh? AHAHAHAH!!!”

Outraged, I left the room while the guards were beating him up, his laughing still echoed mixing up with the sound of the blows, he launched a last scream:

“Oh kid, don’t care about the people. The last to laugh will always be the jesters AHAHAHAH!!!”
 
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Fun start so far! Poor Friedrich really has his work cut out for him. He is a small fish in a big pond, and he has neither the personality nor family name to make waves in the Imperial Diet right away. But the last update shows he has more potential than he gives himself credit for. If he can get some early success—and manage his self-confidence issues—he could rise quite far indeed.
 
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Interesting... credit for establishing villains, even if they're not exactly amazing ones; CK AARs don't do that often enough. Even starter villains are nice to see.
 
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Chapter IV: Cage
Chapter IV: Cage


Bern, 4th November 1066 AD



Asphyxiating this what Sybille was thinking: in about two weeks had gone from being a simple maiden to a grâvina of a county and even now she dind’t feel free as she always dreamt. In young age, she fled her brother’s court, the cuens of Besancon, in order to avoid getting entangled in a combined marriage and she managed to endear herself to the previous Kaiserina and, with various flattery, even to the new one; she was resigned to live as a slave, forced to live with a mask on, when a fragile-hearted boy vehemently asked her hand.
And now she was there, in a city among the alpine mountains, another time locked in a cage despite his rank…
*sigh* I hope that Friedrich’s return will change somenthing she thought.

“Something on your mind my Lady? What’s troubling you?” a voice stopped the flow of her worries, it was the spymaster Katharina.

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“Oh Kemerlinc Katharina, it’s you. Nothing too serious, it’s just this landscape that makes me melancholy.”

She raised an eyebrow “Curious. I don’t think that the weather of the Capital was way better.” she smiled hypocritically.

Enough annoying… she should mind her own business…

“You know my Lady, why don’t we take a walk down to the market? Taking a breath of fresh air can only do her good.”

“But grâve’s commands are to not leave the castl-”

Katharina winked “If he doesn’t know it hasn’t happened!”


The two women went down the hill where the main castle was located, the air was cold and bitter despite the thick furs they wore on, synonymous that winter was coming.

“So, your Highness, what does our city seems to you?”

“Not bad I must say … Sure, it’s a bit cold but I’m appreciating it.” she lied.

“I notice that for you the weather issue is of vital matter.”

“I wasn’t referring to the weather.”

“My Lady, you should ponder your words more calmly. That’s not a nice thing to say to a girl who was born and raised here …”

“Is it a threat?”

“More like a warning. Not everyone is as kind as I am.” she smiled maliciously.

I can’t imagine what the others are like then, you little viper!

“Rather, I take a curiosity since it seems that you does not like our place… How do you come to be here?”

“What do you mean? It’s obvious! It’s because I married the grâve.”

“Come on, my Lady, or rather Sybille since we are in confidence, don’t be naive. We’re both women, we both know what I’m talking about …”

“I don’t get you.”

“Continuing to deny always and anyway eh, excellent tactic … against those who don’t know how to live in the world. But don’t worry I’m not judging you, after all I also came here through the pants of the previous duke.”

“But how dare you! Don’t you dare equate me with you and your dirty tricks. I didn’t need to lower myself to that level …”

“And you really should have.” they had arrived at the market but the hustle and bustle was so much that Katharina did not bother to lower her voice “Maybe if you’d spread your legs you’d have more than just a piece of paper to seal your wedding.”

“A child…”

“I see you’re starting to understand.”

“There’ll be time… As soon as Friedrich comes back we’ll get busy to it!”

“Time? Are you really sure? No one can tell you when your husband will return or whether when he returns you will still be able to fulfill your duties as a wife. After all you are already far enough with age now, you may already not be able.”

“Our Lord will protect me! I am not alone.”

“Yes of course. Here we say help yourself that Gold will help you … but well, mine was just advice. As much as it bothers you, you and I are the same … After the smiles and the beautiful words we are nothing but social climbers, the sooner you’ll realize it the better it will be.” she shut up for a second and then “Now, let’s hurry or the cloth merchant will finish all the best goods.”

It’s amazing how easily she changed interest. Maybe that’s the secret to living better? Sybille thought.

“Oh, miss Katharina, how pleased I am to see you! Gloves in deer leather of Brittany? A cape of soft Sicilian linen? We have everything a lovely maid like you could use.”

“Uhuh! His tongue is honey as always but this time I’m not here for me. You see, my Lady unfortunately suffers very much the cold-”

“No need to say anything else, I have just the thing for you!” he went through his stuff for a moment and pulled out something “Here’s to you: a bear of the Vistula fur cape! Perfect for colder climates. Please touch on yourself.”

“Undoubtedly it is of excellent workmanship.” Sybille started rubbing it “But what about the price?”

“For you and only for you, since miss Katharina is a regular customer, 25 silver coins.”

“25 silver coins? Isn’t it too much for fur? … it’s not silk.”

“It’s even more valuable than silk if I can give you my opinion. You know, in the north of the Empire, several merchants are starting to go further and further east, in wild lands full of infidels. The price must repay the dangers!”

“And of course you must earn something too… alright, let’s go with the 25 silver coins!” she said resigned.
But as she was about to take out the bag of coins a child ran into her, not even the time to look well in his face that he was already running away.

“Argh! Of course kids these days don’t know the good manne- hey, catch that little brat! He stole my pouch!”

“No my Lady, stop!”

But by now Sybille couldn’t hear her anymore. She went in pursuit of the kid, despite the tunic hindered her movements and the boy changed alleys every time she didn’t lose sight of him, sometimes it just seemed like he was slowing down to wait for her, and so corner after corner after corner they came to a dead end.
But the boy was no longer alone: he had approached a hooded figure to whom he had brought the pouch in exchange for receiving 2 gold coins and an apple, the boy gave her a bigmouth and ran away.

“Are you Sybille d’Ivrea?” the hooded figure asked, the voice wasn’t familiar to her and from that distance she couldn’t see the features under the hood.

“It depends on who asks!” Sybille tried to answer by gathering all her courage.

The figure threw the pouch of coins at her feet and picked up a letter:

“I’ll leave you this letter, as soon as I leave you’ll pick it up and keep it until you can read it away from prying eyes. Understood?”

“Why should I?”

“The question is why should not.”

“I still don’t see why I should trust you.”

“You're getting on my last nerve, woman!” the figure thundered “Don’t think the one who sent me here are going to get lost in this nonsense! Whether and when you meet him will depends on what you choose to do.”

The figure snapped over and disappeared among the roofs of the city. Sybille, following what he had told her, picked up the letter and returned to the market.

“Oh my Lady, what a scare! What were you thinking, running away in that way?”

I don’t feel anything wrong in her voice… strange, I believed it was one of her men.

“Don’t worry, Katharina. That child needed a good lesson and who better than me to give it to him!” and turning to the merchant “Here are the coins, hurry up and give me this cloak that I can’t wait to leave this place.”




Later, in Sybille’s housing

The grâvina held the letter, looking it all over in her hands, brooding for about an hour whether to open it or not.
Finally he decided and tore the wax: the paper was of poor quality, it could be exchanged for waste paper, but the handwriting was perfect, revealed a sense of kindness but also of absolute determination. It had written above:

To my dear Sybille,
this is a little gift from myself since I know you’re going to have a child.
It’s not properly a gift but a woman like you know how to use this at its best.
Do you know Aisopos’s tales? If not, I assure you they are perfect for the kids, in particular I think this one will going to help you raising yours.


Once upon a time a wolf saw a lamb drinking from a stream below him and he felt like eating it. So, she told him that by drinking, he made his water dirty and that he could not even drink.
"But you are upstream and I am downstream, it is impossible for me to dirty the water that flows over me by drinking from the stream!" replied the lamb.

Having failed that excuse, the wolf invented another: "You are the lamb that last year insulted my father, poor soul".
And the lamb, again, replied that the year before he was not yet born, so he could not have insulted anyone.
"You're good at making excuses for everything," the wolf told him, then jumped on the poor lamb and ate it.


From the bird caught in the spider web


What a joke of terrible taste … make fun of such a delicate theme for a woman like me she thought while letting herself go on the bed.
She thought this was her destiny, to ruin everything that at first seemed beautiful to her: her family, her life, her marriage … she tried to cry but the tears did not come out, on the contrary, in his head the words of the letters continued to whirl, SOME words.
She read it again, it wasn’t just an oversight, actually SOME words were different from the others: if writing in general conveyed a sense of polite determination, some words seemed to be written with… fear?
Sybille got up and started writing all those words: dear – d, a, not – n, gift - g...
“Danger, chercher des alliés” she read.
Danger, seek allies. In my language… it is impossible to be a coincidence, even the tale in the letter…
She shivered. She didn’t know for what but the air froze: she drew near the window, storm clouds were approaching, even the mountain landscape which was the only thing of that place she liked now seemed more treacherous and freakish.
The bird caught in spider web… could it be…






7th November

“My Lord, I delivered the letter as ordered.” the hooded figure knelt.

“Good job. Other news?” his Lord asked continuing to consult the library.

“Yes, regarding the grâve of Bärn. My sources inform me that tomorrow will attack the forces of the grâve of Neuernbërc; he managed to regroup the troops and reach the thousands.”

“Mpf, really a menace this boy.”

“My Lord, excuse me if I allow myself but it wouldn’t be better to inform him as well as his wif -”

“No, it’s out of the question. I told you a thousand time, he must remain in the dark about this one…at least for now.”

“As your Grace command.”

There was a moment of pause.

“My Lord, why are you doing all of this? I mean, what are you going to do once this is all prepared?”

His lord raised his nose from the books and moved the lock of blond hair:

“Exposing the liars.”
 
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Chapter V: Remembrance
Chapter V: Remembrance


Neuernbërc forest, 8th November 1066

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The river sang a song, calm and quiet on the Sunday, the bell rang a dong while your sister said yay!” Alarich was humming.

"You're in a good mood tonight I see," I commented.

“God forbid! We have quelled a revolt with very few losses and we are about to do it again. Even that good old coward Hupold came up to give us a hand, should I cry?" he exclaimed.

Hupold grunted something incomprehensible.

"No you're right but at least don't scream as we rade on." I said in a faint voice.

"Actually, I would never want to wake up these poor trees." He replied "Hey Friedrich, do you think our lord will allow us to slap some cheeks once this war is over?"

"Can you think of these things even as we're about to send people to die?" said the Hohenzollern "Yes, however, I wouldn't mind marrying a young girl."

“Ah true, to marry. You nobles must carry on your lineage… ”Alarich commented.

"No oh well, I didn't mean that... I mean..."

"Go easy, don't panic." I reassured him "He was joking."

“But it would be cool to be a noble if I think about it. Will you give me a castle after this war, my lord? Maybe Argaau, I have grown fond of that place. So my lord, don't you say anything?"

"I promise I'll think about it if you'll stop bothering us."

"I too would like my lord, if possible." Hupold muttered.

"But shut up, greedy old shit!" snapped Alarich.

"Hey, don't you dare lecture me, you were the first to start!"

“Yeah but I don't give a shit about money. I want to have the largest library in the empire... rivers of knowledge in my hands ready to be diverted in my mind. Why not? Maybe also to create structures where even poor people can learn and have a better future."

“A noble purpose Alarich. I didn't think a guy like you could have such a good heart. " the Hohenzollern laughed.

"Don't take it too long for you who were still crying for that battle until the other day!" Alarich blushed.

“Hey man, this is a cheap shot. It hasn't passed me yet- "

"Guys I don't want to stop your chitchatting as war buddies but I just heard a noise." I told them in a faint voice.

Alarich, the sharpest for these things, listened... and nodded upward.

"Above us? On the trees?" I whispered. Alarich nodded and mimicked the gesture of the bows with his hands.

Shit! Archers on the trees... how long have they been waiting for us?! I thought.

"What do we do now my lord?" the Hohenzollern asked silently.

I sighed. “Hupold, blows the war horn! It is just a short distance till the end of the forest, if we escape quickly we should be able to get out of it without too much losses."

Just long enough to bring the horn to his mouth and blow it lightly for an arrow to pierce Hupold's throat.

"Fuck! Men! Archers above us! Run! " Alarich screamed.

A rain of arrows flew over us, claiming victims among the unfortunate who had not drawn the shield in time; obviously the footmen advanced slowlier than us on horseback but at that moment we were only aiming to save ourselves from the ambush.
However at a certain point we heard the clash of swords behind us: the infantry had been ambushed by a group of soldiers from Neuernbërc and they were fighting shoulder to shoulder in attempt to repel them; the surprise effect, however, had destabilized them enough.

“Friedrich, Alarich, let's go back! We are numerically superior, if we can get them to recover their morale it will be child's play."

"Yes, sir!" they replied.

We turned and went off to attack but an arrow struck the Hohenzollern's horse, which tumbled to the ground, overwhelming him with his dead weight.

"Friedrich!" Alarich yelled.

“Go and get him back. I'm strong enough to solve the situation on my own. " I said.

Alarich nodded and went back to help him: luckily he was still alive even though the horse's carcass had crushed his leg.

"You certainly are a wreck, man. War is not your thing." Alarich said as he moved the horse body.

“First and last time you involve me in these things, I swear. I prefer to become a priest. " moaned the Hohenzollern.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Alarich was lifting him up and carrying him on his shoulder, therefore I headed towards my troops... however I continued to feel a strange sensation, something that didn't add up: why attack us in a forest? Even if the enemy had the advantage of the surprise effect he was still enormously outnumbered, if from the beginning, instead of dividing us from the group, we had stayed with them it would have been a breeze to repel them but even now, once reunited, we would have easily prevailed... then what's the point of wasting these men? Sacrificing resources just to slow us down?
I stiffened. It didn't make sense if their intention was to WIN in that forest, and at that point I knew… a shiver ran down my spine: their goal was to destroy the command line.​
And in fact I heard a metallic noise coming from the direction of the two boys, I turned and my fears were confirmed: a group of Neuernbërc soldiers - about 10 - emerged from the forest and surrounded them. Alarich drew the axe ready to fight trying, in the meantime, to defend his wounded friend but Hohenzollern himself gave him a sign that he could fight and they managed to kill four of them despite the boy's bad leg.

"Quite poor if they even let themselves be defeated by a lamed man." Alarich mocked, now back to back with the other.

"Yes friend." the Hohenzollern said breathlessly "It was a real pleasure ... to live this adventure ... with you, with you two. You were the only one who treated me like a normal guy, at first I thought you were pissed by me but, over time, I realized you were being grumpy to lighten the weight I was carrying."

"Hey, do you think it's time to make these statements? We're not dyin- oh shit!" a deep wound tore his chest from side to side; the Hohenzollern slumped to the ground, still in the delicate way that always had distinguished him.

“Alarich… now I can say for sure. You, Friedrich… you really were the only friends I ever had."

“No jerk, don't you dare. You'll do it, as we finished here we will take you back to Bern where you can rest. It's a little wound, we'll be able to heal it." Alarich bent down to comfort him.

"You know, I would have loved to live a quiet life... together with you two..." and he expired.

"No please... please..." he closed Hohenzollern's eyes, big tears ran down his cheeks, his face contorted with anger and pain "You... you pieces of shit... I will make you suffer the pains of Hell, I will slaughter you, you will try so much pain that you will insult your mother for giving you birth! And even after your death, I will not give myself peace until the people you hold dearest also suffer the same pain! And I will do the same with the people dear to your dearest, until anyone who has ties to your little fucking village has disappeared from the face of this Earth. " The enemies trembled but were aware of their numerical superiority.

“Friedrich! Come and help me against these bastards! " Alarich yelled at me.

I only realized in that moment that I had been standing all that time watching that scene, I was about to turn the horse but I remembered that my men needed my presence or we would have a lot of losses... Alarich was fighting fiercely - like that furious Greek hero with an unpronounceable name - but there were too many for just one, plus an arrow hit him on the shoulder and yet I was sure he would have continued even biting... maybe if I had hurried I would have had time to save both Alarich and to win the battle, or my men would have think about this change of way as an act of cowardice and would retreat?
In the midst of that stream of thoughts my body moved by itself and I headed straight towards my troops, in the eyes still the look of hatred and disgust of Alarich and in the ears still the echo of his unrepeatable insults - the kindest was scum traitor - and then... total black...
From that moment until the stop in the camp I don't remember anything, I only know that thanks to my choice we won the battle with few losses and yet that victory had a very bitter taste: the enemy had achieved his goal (to create confusion, lower morale and perhaps also show that we weren't that strong) but, among all the things, the one that hurt the most was that I had lost Alarich and Friedrich, not my greatest friends but still two good young people with whom I was creating a bond, without not even give them a proper burial.



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I don't remember how many days I stayed in my tent in complete solitude, as in a sort of self-punishment for how I had behaved during the battle, the fact is that in one of these days three of my personal retinues came to see me.

"Commander good morning, can we enter?" one of the younger ones asked.

I didn't answer him but obviously it was an urgent matter since they entered anyway.

"Hello commander, here ... er how to say ... we are a delegation among your men, we await orders on what to do."

“Ah. I didn't know that people couldn't wait to go and die. " I replied curtly.

“No I mean, don't get us wrong, that's okay. It's just that-"

“You have to complain about something, right? Otherwise what do you live for, right? You have to pretend that you're doing a tiring job when in reality you're doing nothing but gaining weight at my expenses." I yelled, making the boy who had spoken wince.

"Listen, what do you want?" the elder snapped. “This is YOUR war, you got us involved and brought us here. Do you think anyone is interested in fighting to defeat the rebels in these two godforsaken cities? In fact I'll tell you more, if it were up to them outside they would have deserted from day one but do you know why they didn't? Because people like you, who believe they have the whole world under their feet, would not only punish them but their families as well. And, unlike you “nobles”, they don't want to involve innocent poor people. For Heaven's sake, the fact that at least you care about something should already be respected, but if you think you are the only one to have lost companions or that the deaths of your friends are special, I am sorry to inform you that this is not the case. War is like this, people die, and it is YOU who wanted it. Hypocrit!" and he spat on the ground.

Red with anger, I got up and punched him, crashing him to the ground.

He grinned and wiped the trickle of blood "You can punch me as many times as you wants but that doesn't change the reality."

I squeezed my knuckles ready to let him share what I was feeling but I knew he was right; I kicked the table breaking it.

I sighs “You're right. I apologize for losing my temper." I helped him getting up.

"No problem, boss." said the first who had spoken “Indeed we should thank you for not having us executed! Oh my God, I hope I didn't speak too soon." he laughed nervously.

“Don't worry, you won't die. At least not by my hand..."

"Are we finally laying siege to the city?" asked the guy I hit.

"No. Winter is coming and we don't have a supply line. We will pursue the enemy, capture their leader and finally put an end to this war.”

"Well, I hope at least it gets warmer beyond the mountains." the youngest commented.

We all looked at him, the tension made us laugh, he blushed "What did I say wrong?"

“Before leaving, I would like to ask you three to become my second in command. I mean, since some seats are freed up." I said with a lump in my throat.

“No problem. You order, we execute. This is the hierarchy. If I can have a moment of self-celebration, we are the von Urach twins, me Gebhard and he Kuno, and this grumpy old man here is Gottschalk."

"Grumpy old man? You are half my age but I can still whoop you!" snorted the guy I had beaten.

“Well so, report the changes to the troops. Later I'll tell them the details. "

As I dismissed them a voice somewhere in my head said viciously:

-Already replaced? In the end it's true that you didn't care about them.

-You are wrong. They will always hold a special place in my memory but I cannot live in the past. I must go on, for their remembrance, to make sure that other innocents wouldn't live what they have experienced.

-Uhuh. You‘re very good, boy... at telling lies...
the voice answered.


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Chapter VI: Family
Chapter VI: Family



Besancon, 5th January 1067

"So when will I be able to meet your lord live?" Sybille asked.

Since she had agreed to collaborate with that hooded man (or rather with her boss) she had been flanked by a young woman, Berta, officially her lady-in-waiting but in reality her guide, it didn't bother her, she was just ... inscrutable and she just couldn't manage to frame her: she could set the good and bad tempo, sweet little eyes and smiles with courtiers or icy eyes and serious face when she was alone with her, plus Sybille was pretty sure she was able to kill with her bare hands despite the beautiful face and graceful bearing she adopted when others were present.

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"In due time." she answered as always to that question "But if you still have to guess who he is then I really think my lord was wrong in choosing you."

“No I understood. But it's always better to be sure, right? Also I would like to ask him personally what he has in mind."

“Informations are powerful, Sybille. Everyone has to play its part, in due course you will know more, as I have already told you."

"Shouldn't you have called me my lady when we weren't alone?"

“The wagoner is my man. Rather, are you ready to play yours?"

The wagon stopped.

"I don't think I am."

They stopped in front of the Besancon castle, the residence of her brother the cuens Guillaume, she had never liked that place, it was like a big cage and she had done everything to escape from the clutches of the noble power games... ironically she was back there just for power games.

"Remember why we are here." Berta said looking up at the castle "The outcome of our mission depends on the life of your husband."

“And my husband's life depends on my brother's response, I know. This isn't the first time we have this conversation."

“By hook or by crook we will get his approval. Let's try the diplomatic route first, if it goes wrong I'll take care of it."

A personal guard of her brother accompanied them to the main hall, it hadn't changed too much from how she remembered it: after the death of her father, the great hall had become cold, much more empty, in the first months she and her brother united in the pain had come very close, as never before given the huge difference in age, but the atmosphere changed completely with the arrival of his new wife... in a short time she found herself a stranger in her own house, the distance with his brother increased and when she realized that she was about to be given in marriage for some alliances - my father would never have allowed it she thought - she ran away wandering from court to court.
Now her brother was there on that little throne on which at the time her father made her to play, at his left that viper of his wife.

"Brother..." the two women bowed slightly.


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"But look who's back... My sweet and beloved little sister. I find you fit despite your age."

"Y-you too ... er ..." she took a deep breath to rearrange her thoughts "My brother, I'm here to ask for the help of your armies. As you surely know, my husband is engaged in a war and by virtue of our blood- "

"No." he cut her off.

"But... Guillame..."

Cuens Guillaume. You have decided to marry that man, I haven't consented to anything, I haven't supervised the marriage, I haven't exercised my legitimate authority above it. Consequently, I'm absolutely under no obligation to lend you anything, neither money nor men. Indeed, as far as I'm concerned, it's bad enough I turned a blind eye when his army fought near Vales of Leons… in MY lands. "


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"Our father wouldn't have..."

“Our father, Our Lord have him in Glory, would have done exactly like me. You didn't even know him, how old were you when ... when did it happen? 17-18? "

"16..." Sybille said with tears, Berta at her side always calm and composed.

"Here you are. I was 36, he was the one who educated me in the art of government and trust me I know for sure that, if he had still been here, he would have agreed with me. " he paused for a while "The hearing is closed. I will have a room prepared for you to spend the night after this long journey and I will give you some food... so that no one tells around that I am not a good host."

They were taken to a fairly small room, Berta sifted thoroughly through it from top to bottom and when she was sure they weren't being listened by anyone she said:

“We won't leave without a positive response, you know, so start talking to me about the relationship between you two. The more we know, the more likely we are to succeed."

“He won't change his mind. My brother inherited my father's stubbornness, perhaps even worse. "

"I didn't ask you for an opinion but to tell me about you two." she replied by starting to unfold a belt full of murder stuff on the bed.

"We have never been in such great confidence, on the other hand I was born when he was already a man made and finished..."

"I don't care about your life story, shorten it."

Umpf, what a surly Sybille thought.

"We started getting close after our father died but due to his new marriage our bond got worse and I decided to flee."

"Mh understood. His wife must surely have been jealous of your intimacy. "

“We didn't have that kind of intimacy. Don't think badly… ”Sybille blushed.

“Does it really matter if you did or not? Once you are convinced of something you will find evidences everywhere, this is one of the problems of my job. On the other hand, if you are in this situation, it means that his wife has exactly followed this path of thought. "

"But that's good news." Berta continued "We can still try the diplomatic path, you will talk to your brother again while I will convince that woman to not interfere." from the tone of her voice, or from the fact that she wore some kind of claw on her right hand, she knew she didn't really mean to speak.

"And how are we going to do it?"

"Overnight. The rooms are facing each other and there is only one access way to the corridor that connects them, but this is also good. It will be enough to knock out the guy who is guarding, take the keys and then sneak into their rooms. "

"Oh my God, I can't go into my brother's room, at night... I can't do that." Sybille blushed again.

“I don't think I asked you please. It's an order, remember why we do it. "

"Because otherwise your lord's plan would go to waste." she argued annoyed.

“And also to save your husband's life, the two things are connected. If you have to complain to someone, do it with him, if instead of chasing the rebel armies he had laid siege to the city, the war would be long over and you would both be quiet in your castle." Berta said, always calm as a lake.

"I have full confidence in Friedrich's abilities."

“Too bad that by doing this he only gave the rebel leader of Neuernbërc more time to find allies and in fact he received full support from Léon's cuens. If it had been only him it wouldn't have been a problem, in fact he defeated them just about in the battle of Vales of Leons, but now my lord has received a tip that perhaps the Hertôge of Hotlond (Duke of Holland) could also come to their rescue. Tactical ability alone is not enough, we need numbers. And that's what we're here for. So like it or not, you must. "



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Later, in the middle of the night

Nimble as a lynx Berta carried out her plan and with a nod she approached her target: as much as Sybille hated her brother's wife, she was almost sorry for what that woman was about to face.

Trembling Sybille put the key in the lock and opened the door: Guillaume was sitting on the bed in prayer.

“I knew you wouldn't give up, you're his daughter too after all. Please have a seat." he pointed with his hand beside him, Sybille sat down.

"Guillaume please reconsider what I asked you."

"Why did you leave?" he said, “Was he really that hateful for you to stay here? What did I do wrong with you?"

"It wasn't your fault." she took his hand "I could no longer stand the vexations of that... woman."

“And you couldn't bear it like all of us? You said you loved our father so much and yet you were the first to betray his last wish." Following his gaze Sybille saw that he was observing two portraits, a larger one in which there were her father holding her as a child and her brother beside him freshly twenty years old, the other was similar but her father was much younger, he was holding in his arms a little bundle and was side-by-side with a woman who looked like a more grown-up version of Sybille. Sybille understood what she had to leverage on, and she didn't like that way very much.

"Guillaume, be reasonable, I understand that you wanted to keep your promise to our father but keeping me locked up here would only make our bond worse."

“I know it very well Sybille. It's just… umpf, I'm jealous of you. No one has ever demanded anything from you, you have always been free to make mistakes and no one ever said anything to you if you didn't do as they wanted."

"I'm sorry, I understand how you feel because I too have experienced the same thing wandering from court to court but please think again about it."

"Sybille..." he sighed "One day our father told me something: if you want to survive in this world you must always be compliant and bow your head but there's only one case in which you can break this rule, to protect the Family."

Her eyes lit up "So that's a yes?"

"I guess I have to." he snorted.

In the rush of joy Sybille threw herself around his neck and let out a kiss on his cheek "Thank you very much, my brother."

“Okok. But now go back to rest, the return trip awaits you, tomorrow." he said embarrassed, returning her hug.


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The next day, January 6th

There were only Guillaume and his eldest son, who hadn't shown up the day before, to greet them - his wife left said she didn't feel very well - the bitter cold of the night before had given way to a warm sun.

“It's done then. I will give you a hand in this war, I am now of a certain age so it will be this big man here to guide them. I will personally arrange to send an emissary to your husband Friedrich to agree about the meeting place of our troops. "

"Boss, as soon as she is free I have to report something of vital importance." the wagoner whispered in Berta's ear.

“Guillaume I will be grateful to you forever. I am sure that our father in heavens is happy with what you have done. "

“Who knows… I have only done my duty. Have a good trip!"



When they were far enough away Besancon Berta spoke:

“Ambrogio, now you can talk! What happened?"

"Bärn is under siege, we can't go back." answered the wagoner.

“Sooner or later it would happen. Friedrich was too slow. Head to our lord's castle! Sybille, it seems to be the time to meet him in person. "

"No! Keep the way to Bärn. "

“What the heck is going through your head? You will die." Berta attacked her.

“I can't abandon them! I am their ruler too! If Our Lord wants the city to fall, then it will be with me within its walls. "

In a smile that to Sybille seemed pleased, Berta she commanded “Well. Do as she says, towards Bärn. "




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"Commander commander!" Gottschalk was terrified as if he had seen a ghost. "I've finally found you!"

"What happened?" I asked.

"The enemy armies... are besieging Bärn."

"They don't really give up... it will mean that we will let them taste the steel of our blades, once again."

"No sir, there's more..." he continued panting, evidently at his age all these emotions weren't good for him. "It seems that the Hertôge of Hotlond also sided with the rebels... if they join their forces they would be several more than us."



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"Damn! This isn't good. Order the men to move, let's go break the siege. Heading Bärn. "

Gottschalk nodded and went to make the announcement.

I should have laid siege to Neuernbërc from the beginning, shit! My thoughts flew to Sybille who I had ordered to remain locked in the castle just to avoid danger in such situations. I'm coming Sybille, your husband will fix everything before you even know it.
 
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For intellectual honesty, I feel the esigence to clarify why, generally, there is so much delay between a chapter and an other.
First of all, private life and university took me away from the forum for months; on the second, writing is for me a way to chill myself and I don’t intend to stress me and make it a burden instead of a pleasure.


P.S.: this is not an adieu, it’s just a clarification for the few who are following the thread and wait for so long time.
 
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