Chapter Thirty Six: The Man Who Would Be Emperor
September 16, 1090
Wilhelm von Zähringen hurried through the halls of Castle Babenberg. Ever since the Emperor had fled from Mainz, Vienna had become the
de jure capitol of the Empire. Even now, despite Mainz being rebuilt and the Emperor officially residing there, the Empire's administrators had remained behind in Vienna. All this meant that Leopold and his nephew had near complete control of the Empire and its finances.
For Wilhelm, the brother of Reinhard von Zähringen, duke of Carinthia, this was very grim indeed. Wilhelm had great ambitions for his younger brother; he was convinced that with a little work, Reinhard could soon be sitting on the Imperial throne. The only problem that he had encountered so far had come in the form of Emich von Babenberg. It was hard to believe that he was even remotely related to Leopold; where Leopold was loud and obnoxious, Emich was soft spoken and intelligent. In a few short years, Emich had replaced nearly everyone in the Imperial bureaucracy with his agents; he'd even gotten the Emperor to appoint his wife as the Imperial Treasurer. The whole Imperial government was eating out of his hand.
Wilhelm made a left, heading deeper into the bowels of the castle. Just a few days ago, he had received a note from someone claiming to be close to Emich and with damning information that would surely get him branded as a traitor. It was too good a chance to pass up.
He finally reached the place that the letter had mentioned. "Hello?"
"Don't turn around," said a voice behind him. Wilhelm felt a knife in his side. "Don't move. Don't say anything. It will be best for both of us if you don't know who I am. Rest assured that I wish to see Emich fall out of the Emperor's grace and his supporters purged from the Imperial government."
Wilhelm nodded his head slightly. "We share the same goal, then."
The voice chuckled. "Not for the same reason. You wish to see your brother sit on the Imperial throne in Mainz."
Wilhelm inhaled sharply at the mention of his plans. "How did you know?"
"Emich isn't the only one with spies," said the voice smugly. "I haven't told anyone of your plans...yet. But I will, if I must. So listen carefully; Emich and his wife have been embezzling Imperial money and using it to fund his elaborate spy system..."
As the man talked, Wilhelm started to smile. If half the things the mysterious man said were true, then Emich wouldn't just be exiled, he'd be killed.
When the man was done talking, Wilhelm asked the most important question: "Do you have proof?"
The informant scoffed. "Of course. Emich's little network runs on paperwork. It allows Emich to have access to any information he wants, when ever he wants. It also allows others to have access to that information, if they know how to get it..."
Wilhelm left a few hours later, with the promise that he would soon own the evidence he needed to bring Emich to his knees. The thought made Wilhelm smile. He was so happy, he completely missed the man lurking in the shadows.
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Emich read the latest report on Wilhelm's movements.
He's up to something, he thought.
Kill him! said Ernst
It hasn't failed before!
No, no, no! screeched Adolf
You must be patient! You must wait until you know his whole plan! Fools charge in!
Fool! You know nothing of how the world works! Ernst yelled, causing Emich to wince.
You're just a big brute! Adolf replied
Kill this, rape that! What are you a barbarian?
No, by God, I'm a man! Not some prissy little-
"Quiet! I can't hear myself think!" yelled Emich, banging his fist on the table where he was working.
"Emich, what's wrong?" said Katherina, concerned. "The headaches?"
"Erm, yes," said Emich lamely. Adolf and Ernst had gone silent. Emich ran his hand through his quickly thinning hair. "These reports don't help. Wilhelm is up to something, but I don't know what!"
"Maybe you just need to take your mind off of it for a bit," said Katherina. "Why don't you put down the papers and come to bed?"
"No just-" Emich caught Katherina's gaze.
Go to her, you dimwit! said Ernst
Go and make me a heir worthy of carrying my family's name!