Byzantine intrigues: The Struggle for Power

[Prince Cobra]

Dramatis Personae

Review of the characters and their position at the moment of their appearing

This story happened in the Year of Our Lord 1317 or 6825 since the Creation of the World in the reign of His Imperial Majesty Andronicus the Second, Basileus (Emperor) of the Roman Empire

The Doukas

The Doukas were one of the oldest houses in the Roman Empire. The Roman Empire was no longer society of equals as it had been for centuries and noble birth was almost obligatory for a political success.

Nicephorus Comnenus Doukas: Despot of Morea (see the disctionary) and a head of the Doukas family; ex-megas logothete; leper

Anna Angelina Doukanina:(dead) wife of Nicephorus Doukas and mother of their three surviving children: Eudokia, Manuel and Alexius; niece of the Emperor

Manuel Doukas: eldest son of Nicephorus and his heir

Alexius Doukas: youngest son of Nicephorus and an officer in the Imperial army; by the will of his father he will inherit some of his lands (though most of them are given to Manuel) *.

Eudokia Doukanina Apoukaukus: daughter and edlest child of Nicephorus; married and living in Constantinople;


The Matsakes

This family came from Crete ruled by the Ventians. Whilst the local aristocrats were unsuccessful in their struggle against the occupaters, some of them emigrated into the Roman Empire.

Constantine Matsakes: steward of Nicephorus; he is also governor of the city of Mistra (the 'capital' of Morea); recognized by Loukas Matsakes as his bastard; owner of middle-sized pronoia(something like fief);

Loukas (Lucas) Matsakes: mentor of Constantine Matsakes;the man who recognised Constantine as his son; close to the Doukas;(dead)

The hetairas and their surrounding

Helena: hetaira(member of the elite class of companions; the Greek analogue of the Japanese geishas) in the service of Theodore and mistress of Manuel Doukas;

Clyo: hetaira and rival of Helena;

Maria: nine-year-old maid of Helena; Helena's pupil

David: trusted guard of Helena

Theodore: innkeeper; pimp; ex-brigand

Christopher: trusted man of Theodore; substitute of the latter when he is absent

Johns( John was common name in Byzantium; I have three unrelated with each other characters that bear that name)

Yanis (my ignorance in Greek resulted in confusing the name of Ioannis (John); There are two other Johns in the story so the incorrect form Yanis can do a good work) : servant considered to be close to Constantine Matsakes

John the Fast Sword: officer

John the Physician: physician of Nicephorus Doukas

The Philantropenus
Both the Philantropenus and the Branas were respected families that gave capable administrators and generals to the Empire

Romanus Philantropenus: high-ranked nobleman whose family (esp. his brother) is close to the Emperor; secret lover of Nicephorus before the latter became a leper.

The Branas

Theophil Branas: Chief Judge of Thessaloniki; cousin of Dyogenes Branas (look below)

Dyogenus Branas: secret lover of Nicephorus Doukas (before Romanus) (dead)


The Assen

The origin of that Roman family came from the ruling family of Bulgaria (the Northern neighbour of Byzantium). Unable to keep the power he had by birth, one of the Assen seeked help from the Romans. Whilst he could not become ruler of Bulgaria, he was successful to create a good family in the Empire. Like the case of many foreigners, the Roman branch of the Assen were soon completely romanised.


Andronicus Assen: high-ranked nobleman; first substitute of Nicephorus Doukas ; ally of Nicephorus; widower;

The Raouls and the Cantacuzenus:

The Raouls came from those Norman adventurers who chose the service to the Roman Empire. Many came but few succeeded to find their place in the conservative world of the Empire. The Raouls were one of those few. The Cantacuzenus had different fate: these were one of the influential families that were vying for prestige and power in the Empire.

Demetrius Raoul: right hand of the leader of the aristocratic opposition Michael Cantakuzenus; megas contostavlos in the Imperial army;

Michael Cantacuzenus: enemy of Nicephorus leader of the aristocratic opposition;

Others:

Kosmas: a physician; friend of Constantine and of the Doukas

George: officer and commander of the personal guard of Nicephorus Doukas;

Richard: English mercenary; currently in no service

Ephigenia: prostitute attended by Manuel the day of the accident with Manuel

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Other political figures:

Jesaiah: Partiarch of Constantinople; puppet master; Ally of Nicephorus Doukas(dead)

Michael the Ninth Palaelogus: son, heir and Co-Emperor of Andronicus the Second

* Unlike the case with Western Europe all the male children can inherit their father.

Dictionary:

Morea: the Byzantine part of Pelloponesus, Southern Greece.

Mistra: its main city, situated close to what was Sparta

pronoia: the Byzantine equivalent of the Western fief; at thye time of this story the Byzantine feudal system resembles the Western, though it never really had the complexed Western vassalage system; the only liege was the Emperor, though de facto there were unofficial relations between the aristocracy;


dynatoi: "strong" this is how the Byzantines called their aristocracy;

Co-Emperor: in Byzantium it was possible to have two Emperors at the same time(though, de facto, one was senior); in Late Byzantium it become practice for the Emperors to name their heirs Co-Emperors, though they kept the supreme power; yet, the co-Emperor often played important role in the government;






Notes: This story suffered ( ) few transfrormations and:

This story develops in Byzantine Morea. It is possible for the reader to see Ephesus instead of Mistra. This should be considered as mine mistake (I needed a silent place and overwhelmed by the Turks Ephesus is not). The same is concerned about the title of Nicephorus. His title is despot ( I long hesitated what title to give him). The despot is the title second of importance after that of the Emperor. It is given to influential figures ruling important provinces with significant independence (Morea is such a case).

Note(2): In the story you will not meet Byzantium or Byzantine; the Byzantines thought of themselves as Romans;

Note(3) If you find something that does not sound very logical, you can PM me. It's possible I have missed something during the updates.

Thanks to: The Guild and: Ludens, frogbeastegg; The_Flax.



And last note: I am not a native speaker. Most probably I will make mistakes in English. I would like to be excused for this ( however you can comment them – after all I should improve my language )




Also note this complexed story is not aimed against anybody or any group! ( I think nobody would claim the opposite while reading my story but I want to underline this just in case )

[Prince Cobra]

Byzantine intrigues: The Struggle for Power

By Prince Cobra

[Prince Cobra]

Prologue: The Leper





We were all like this apple - good in the appearance but rotten inside. The hand, wrapped in bandages, threw the wormy apple into the darkness. In the semidark of the solar an ugly creature rose to look at the sky of the summer morning. Once again the sun was fighting against the night and the blood of the fighting sides was pouring on the sky. However the creature, born from the night, was not afraid of the light; it was invincible to the sunshine. The morning light revealed that the creature was neither a demon, nor a devil but human being doomed to face death when still alive - a leper. The despot Nicephorus Doukas, the master of Peloponesus, had been one of the most powerful men of the Roman Empire, a trusted man of the Co-emperor Michael the Ninth and the great Patriarch of Constantinople, Jesaiah. Then he had everything – money and power and everything a mortal man could dream of. He had skilfully participated in the intrigues at the imperial court and almost always won. But this horrible disease had taken everything he ever loved and liked. It doomed him on slow and awful death. The leprosy had made him unsuitable for the court of the heirs of the Caesars. He had to resign from the post of the megas logothete, the first counsellor of the mighty emperor of the Roman Empire. It was true he had been awarded with the title of despot, the second after the Emperor and he had become a ruler of Morea or Peloponesus as they also called it. It was true this place was far from the intrigues of the court and was the most stable province of teh Empire. And it was also true he was actually independent ruler here and he could control his agents from a relatively quiet place. But it was a little comfort for one living dead man. What he needed now as a rest.


Nicephorus stared at the walls of his room. When he came here it was a place still wearing the traces of the cursed Latin rule. The moral of the locals had nothing in common with the true piety and confidence ot the Romans. He had done a lot of work changing everything. Now the Palace of Mistra was silent and impressive very different from being a brothel of the Latin whores and their faithless sons. Now it was a quiet place where a leper spent his last days. Being far from the peoples’ false vanity and hidden from the other people in his own world Nicephorus often experienced strange fits of melancholy during which he reflected on his past life and on the nature of the people. In this condition Nicephorus wanted to be saved from the cynicism around. But once again the circumstances forced him to use all his power, both physical and mental, that were left in his ill body… Nicephorus slowly overcame the persistent thoughts and memories and began to think about the current political situation in the Empire.

Why was he not to have any rest at the end of my life?, Nicephorus thought. Only a month ago he thought the peace was brought in the Empire and it was ready to fight back. And the Enemies were everywhere - the Turks that had conquered many of Minor Asia nad wanted to put the end of the Roman rule there. Or the Serbs that dreamed for an Empire. Or Probably the Bulgarians that were strengthening their position in order to conquer new lands from the Empire. The Italian states of Genoa and Venice also strengthened their deadly grip on the Empire. On the other hand the aristocrats in the Empire wanted to gain more power and to ignore the will of the Emperor. The Empire needed a powerful person to put order in it. And now when it was most needed the man who could do that died.
Nicephorus sighed and took the letter from his agents in Constantinople. A month ago in July of the year of our Lord 1317 or 6825 since the Creation of the world, Patriarch Jesaiah was killed. His death was going to change the fragile order of the court. More than six years this seemingly pious and meek person ruled the Roman Empire but in so skillful way that few people knew who their real master was. Emperor Andronicus the Second, was never more than a puppet of various favourites being easily manipulaive because of his extreme piety. But despite everything Nicephorus was loyal to the Emperor. What the Empire needed now was the current dynasty to be preserved and the power of the state preserved.

The leper put the letter under his clothes and tried to rise. He felt dull but strong pain in his left leg but his will helped him to fight it. He took his wooden staff, the only thing he could trust in his world of intrigues and deception. Then he took his bronze mask and put it on his leprous face.

Either Andronicus the Second had good intuition or just our Lord was merciful to the hard fate of his Empire -most of his counsellors were competent- and Jesaiah was the most gifted of them.He managed to keep the peace in the family of Palaelogus that was shattered by conflicts. They were between the second wife of Andronicus and the Andronicus himself, between the Emperor and his clever son Michael the Ninth who however had little influence on his father. Actually the Nicephorus' fellow and Ally Jesaiah was the person the Empire needed in its struggle for survival.

Difficult times had come for the Empire. Only fifty years ago the Empire managed to reconquer its rightful capital Constantinople. It was agreat success and then all the Romans thought better times will come. But they were blind. Because they ignored the will of their true dynasty, the one that stopped the God-cursed Crusades one hundred years ago, the one that prepared this success. It was exploited by an usurpator called Michael Palaelogus. He organized the murder of Mouzalon, the regent who was killed by merecnaries in the church on the funeral ceremony for the late Emperor. Then Michale became regent. Then while the mob was celebrating the liberation of the capital, not fearing God he blinded the minor Emperor and declared himself Emperor. Nicephorus had to admit Michael was skilful enough to cope with the numerous enemies of the Empire and his personal Enemies and his dynasty survived... but he made three fatal mistakes in his policy. He gave the privilleges to the Italians that strengthened their deadly grip over on the Empire. Second he bought the support of his fellows, the magnates that lead to separationism in a long term. And he underestimated the Turks.

At that time the Turkish sultanate was in a deep crisis that led to its final destruction.The vassalage of the Mongols was a catastrophe for the sultanate who practically fell apart on many small bejliks But these were also dangerous for the exhausted Roman Empire. Nicephorus himself had seen the fury of the Turks in the battle he paricipated years ago. Their fanatism and great number lead to a defeat of the Roman army... And everything was a result of a mistake done only fifty years ago. This mistake will cost a lot to the Empire- many efforts would be needed the Empire to be saved if it survive at all... Fifty years ago Emperor Michael the Eighth took the privilleges of the akritoi – the warriors who defended the Roman border from the raids of the infidel Turks. This weakened the defense and lead to the disatser - the Roman part of Minor Asia was almost overwhelmed by the Turks and many of the natives -enslaved or killed. Jesaiah tried to restrict i and managed to save some provinces from the Turkish threat. Nicephorus felt short of breath- he gasped and forced himself to the window to open it. The aroma of the hot summer morning merged with the reek of rotten flesh. But this was not enough for Nicephorus. He moved to the door opening it and slowly walked. He looked at his four personal guards. Two of them did not make even a slightest movement but the other two came closer.

‘George stay with me; Isaac, warn the soldiers guarding the church to be ready! After that, Isaac, you are free until the afternoon!’ The second guard bowed and said, ‘ Yes, my master.’ George followed his master several feet distance. He knew leprosy was a dangerous disease and any close contact with the leper should be avoided. As ordinary, Nicephorus intended to attend the small castle church and then to rest in the beautiful garden of the Palace with its olive trees and cypresses. He secretly hoped the beauty of the nature would distract him from his awakening conscience although he knew he would only find a rest only several feet under the surface of the earth.

While he was moving through the ill-lit corridors of his castle, he started thinking about his son Alexius, who had joined the army. When Alexius had enlisted he was barely seventeen years old - old enough to be a soldier, but his father felt his son still too young for fighting against the savage Turks. He hoped he was well. Almost three years had passed since that day when he decided to enlist as a pronoiar. It was his duty, and Nicephorus was proud to have such a son, but maybe he, Nicephorus, - He could not continue. He knew it was an honour to serve the emperor; it could give to you fame and land, but it was dangerous… In his thoughts Nicephorus prayed to the Saviour for the health and the life of his son, because if he died there would be no good heir of the old Doukas family - The leper felt a great heaviness in his left leg. He sensed he would not withstand for a long, but then he realized he was closer to his aim: the small church of the castle. He felt the heaviness again, but he would withstand it until he kneeled before the holy icons and prayed for redemption, though he knew he would never receive it. Nicephorus passed by the guards of the church, who had just checked the building for assassins.

He opened the door of the church and entered the building. Then he saw the face of the Jesus Christ. He would never receive the redemption he wanted, never. He lost balance and fell on the floor. In the next moment he felt how infernal demons were feasting his leprous flesh and how the shadow of the Death was moving slowly near the entrance of the church…

‘ Master!’ Nicephorus heard the voice of his bodyguard George. The leper once again was saved from being in private with his conscience…
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Bits of parchment, a large book and a small chain with wooden cross had been put on the table under the cedar tree where Nicephorus liked to spend the day. He was writing a letter to his agents in Constantinople. The leper stopped writing when he noticed someone approaching. This early in the day there was only one person who would dare to interrupt Nicephorus: his most trusted servant and steward Constantine. Nicephorus scrutinized him… Constantine was almost at his age: forty, forty-five years old. But while the face of Nicephorus, hidden by the bronze mask, had started to lose its proportion because of his illness the face of Constantine looked younger than his years and was expressing great energy and vitality. Constantine was neither very tall, nor short, with long brown hair which almost reached his shoulders. This man was quite handsome even now in his forties when his wavy hair and not very short beard and moustaches were no longer as brown as they used to be. His body was also perfect for his years- it was not stoop but straight and slim as it used to be. Although not expensive his wide and elegant clothes make him look more aristocratic even than many high-ranked noblemen. There was only one major difference between him and the upper nobility- being a bastard and having a peasant mother, who he had never seen, he was only a minor nobleman… The despot read a request in his blue eyes. Intuitively, the leper felt what the talk with his steward would be about.

Constantine bowed and introduced his request, ‘ My master, I am sorry to interrupt you, but I, your loyal servant, would like to speak to you, my master and honourable member of the Doukas family. It is a very serious problem, connected both with you, master, and your family.’

The tension could be felt in the hot summer air. But at first Nicephorus did not show his reluctance to speak about his family members. He smiled behind the mask and said, ‘ You do not have to be so formal, Constantine. I know we are not in private, but there are only loyal guards and deaf servants. Your formality is useless, my invaluable friend. Our time in the court has passed for bad or for good. Please do feel free to miss all this ceremonial phrases.’

‘ But this is my respect to you, master’

‘ I know but I did not forget that you, Constantine, saved my life many years ago. Be free to request anything. But do not interfere in my family problems. They are too personal. And I hope your request is not related with Manuel Doukas, the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life.’

‘ Master, I understand you dislike your eldest son but I think he deserves a second chance. He has made some mistakes, but he is young - ‘

‘ Mistakes - ’ Nicephorus interrupted him, ‘ Drinking, whoring and the shaming me are just mistakes! My family, which is one of the oldest families in the empire, and I, one of the most respected noblemen in the empire, are shamed by Manuel’s arrogance. And what about all the money wasted in inns and brothels, at this particular moment, when the Empire is in a crisis and the emperor needs the financial aid of his servants!’

‘ But he is your son, master - ’

‘ That is the point, Constantine. That is the point,’ Nicephorus scrutinized his servant once again and continued,’ Since he is my - son he should not have behaved in this way. But contrary to my expectations he spends his time in taverns and brothels with dubious women. He forgot about his honour and his duty and let his brother Alexius go alone against the Turks.’

‘ Master, Christianity teaches us to forgive. Give him a chance. Remember the story about the prodigal son - ’

‘ Constantine, do not play with my piety. You can not compare something holy like the Bible with Manuel. And in the story the son came back and asked to be forgiven - But Manuel - He will stab me in the back if he gets the opportunity’

‘ My master, are you sure he will not ask to be forgiven?’

Sarcastic laughter interrupted Constantine,’ Yes, I am absolutely sure. I know him too well. Good, Constantine, I appreciate your attempts to bring the lost harmony in the family. Good. I let him come to me: I know my currently sober son is waiting outside. But I am afraid you are the only one who still believes in him.’

In the following moments the time seemed to have stopped. Nicephorus peered at the open book where a skillful artist had depicted the figures of a predator and its victim which were a part of a complicated red net. The dragon and the deer were one now- one fate, one blood, one meeting. In the next moment they were not only pictures on the paper but they became of flesh and blood, a father and his son, Nicephorus watching Manuel. Manuel Doukas had long dark brown wavy hair which almost reached his shoulders. He was a twenty-one year old man who, in a typical Roman style, had moustaches and a beard neither very long nor very short. Despite the beard and the moustaches it was obvious Manuel looked after his dead mother Anna- there was no similitude between the father and the son- Nicephorus did not have the typical Greek nose, many people said Nicephorus had charming but snakish face expressing his cunning nature. Manuel lacked either feature, but had a charming face hinting at a good but passionate temper. Even their clothes were different: Nicephorus wore his dark tunics with a cowl as ever, but Manuel was clad in flaxen white tunics that were relatively cheap but definitely suited him. It was hot but neither Nicephorus, nor Manuel should have worn only one tunic: this showed their status as noblemen.Manuel bowed and looked with his amber-coloured eyes at the bronze mask of his father.

Then the son spoke slowly, but loud and clear as the Ancient rules of the oratory demanded, but flashes in his eyes betrayed his true feelings,’ Honest father, I would like to apologize for my behaviour and to be forgiven for the discomposure that you as my father felt last night. I hope your eternal wisdom and the magnificence typical for you and your mighty family will soften your justified anger to me. I am aware of the fact - ’

‘ What do you want, Manuel?’ Nicephorus asked sharply. He continued, with irony in his voice ‘I am glad that the money I spent for your education has not been entirely wasted. ‘ Nicephorus, who had been born and bred amongst deception and intrigues, could not bear the insincere, learned-by-heart excuses of his own son. The hatred could not be hidden anymore; etiquette was helpless before it and the time of the truth had come. After the first question came another that once and for all destroyed the remnants of the harmony in the conversation.

’ I know very well what you want: my money and my power, don’t you? You are not interested in anything else, except the whores and drinking!’

‘I think you, as my father, owe it to me. And especially after everything I suffered because of you - father.’

‘What sufference are you talking about! What sufference was your currently sober head able to think of ?! To suffer because of me, the person, who pays your debts, who feeds you, who takes care of you -”

‘ That’s the point, father!’

‘ Manuel, give your father the proper respect!’ Constantine interfered.

‘ This twerp does not deserve to be my son! This drunkard, whoremonger, parricide - ’ Nicephorus stood up suddenly and by accident knocked the book and the cross to the floor.

Manuel moved towards and almost attacked his father Nicephorus. A glance from Constantine made him falter. Manuel looked at his father once again and said, ‘ Father, you will pay for this! Sooner or later!’

‘ How do you dare! I am sure - ’ Nicephorus gasped in anger, ‘You will stab me in the back if you get the opportunity - Because you want my money and my power! ’

‘ It’s useless, father. You are already dead. You are a leper, do not forget - ’

‘ Shut up, Manuel Doukas!’ Constantine interfered.

‘ Dead! If I said this to my father - Alexius Doukas the Elder , may he rest in peace - he would have ordered to thrash me within an inch of my life! I swear, Manuel - you will not have anything that - is mine! I will disinherit you! Constantine, beat this monster!’

‘ Guards!’, ordered Constantine. In a moment Manuel’s arms were caught and put behind by the guards. Constantine made four steps and slapped Manuel’s face. His head flung right. Then another slap. And third one. And a fourth… And a fifth… Manuel Doukas almost lost consciousness. Blood was trickling from his lips. Nicephorus felt the heaviness in his leg once more and sat.

‘ Enough,’ said Nicephorus,’ Take away this scum!
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Several hours later Constantine was free. His master had been busy with some letters coming from Constantinople. However Constantine was not thinking about the leper but about Manuel Doukas... Manuel had been an opposition of his father since the death of Manuel’s mother Anna. Until then he was afraid of his father and obeyed his will. But after Anna’s death … Manuel, who was barely fourteen year-old boy, rebelled against his father and Nicephorus lost control on his son. Less than an year later Manuel started visiting taverns and brothels, spending his time with dubious people and whores. When Manuel became sixteen year-old he lost the little shame he felt and was regularly absent from home. Until today only the need of his father’s money made him feel a little respect for Nicephorus but now the sebastus refused to pay the debts of his son…

Suddenly Constantine heard a noise of falling utensils and a shriek of woman. Constantine ran to the place where the noise came from. Some moments later he saw tragicomic scene: on the entrance of the large cellar Manuel had a jug of wine in the one hand but he had grabbed a young maid with the other hand. The poor girl was trying to run away from the nobleman and was desperately screaming. Manuel was talking to her with the soft voice of drunk man, ‘Come on darling! Hush! Don’t shout, darling!’. The maid, who looked no more than sixteen year-old, did not looked better than her abductor. Her brown dress was wet obviously because of the spilt wine, which she should have delivered to the master Nicephorus. Constantine came closer but the girl broke free. The attempt of Manuel to stop her resulted in his falling at the puddle of wine. Constantine tried to stop the maid, to calm her and to prevent the scandal but his attempts did not end with success. The maid continued running and screaming like mad… Constantine came to Manuel who had almost managed to rise. Constantine slapped him so strong Manuel fell on the ground once again. ‘ This story will not end well, Manuel,’ Constantine whispered to Manuel when he bowed to help Manuel rise on his feets. The loyal servant of Nicephorus was sure Manuel did not hear anything- he was so drunk. But Constantine was furious: the wine had stained the tunic of the Nicephorus' steward and at the same time the shame of Doukas family was exposed to any visitor of the castle... Meanwhile the maids and the servants looked like anything had happened. It was too much even for Constantine: he did not shout but ordered with low but imperious voice to the servants nearby,

‘ What are you waiting for? Come and help me! Hurry on!’

The servants took Manuel to his room.
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But what was happening could not be hidden from Nicephorus, watching the scene from the window of his solar… Now the leper stood stiff near the window and continued staring at the yard although there was nothing more to be seen. Suddenly a servant came into the solar. Nicephorus turned round and did not let the servant explain the reason for interrupting his master...
‘ How do you dare to enter in my solar without even knocking! I am not going to tolerate such lack of respect to me! Go out! Now!’ The poor servant, who was relatively new, was panic-stricken. The bronze mask looked really horrible: the metal face of the master was stiff and made Nicephorus look invincible. His voice was sharp and expressed extreme anger, the anger of Nicephorus Doukas.

‘ Are you listening to me?! Guards!’

At the end the poor servant managed to say, ‘ I am sorry, master…’

However that was everything: in the next moment he had already been caught by Nicephorus’ guards who threw out the servant…

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In the late afternoon Constantine decided to leave his writing table and all the annoying papers for a while. He was tired. This war had made him many problems. Yes, it was for the glory of the Roman Empire. But the taxes were increased, the clerks were as corrupted as ordinary if not more and the peasants were another potential problem…

‘ Of course there is always one who will win more than the others, ’ Constantine thought, ‘And of course this will be Alexius Doukas. While this fool Manuel is ruining his life, the clever boy is making profit of his participation in the army. Nothing new under the sun… ’ Constantine almost cursed the younger son of Nicephorus in his mind but a noise from the yard came then. Somebody was coming. After a while Constantine saw from his window another person who he would like not to meet at all - Romanus Philantropinus who had just returned from the war against the Turks. ‘This day is full with surprise’ , Constantine thought,’ Good. Let’s meet the long expected guest of Nicephorus’. The last words were full of irony, contempt and hatred - it was inevitable to be close to Nicephorus without feeling this combination at least once …

Constantine went down the stairs. He went across the yard and met a servant who had headed for him in order to inform him for the arrival of the nobleman.
‘ Constantine, Romanus Philantropinus is here’
‘ Thank you, Yanis. I see. You are free to do something else’
‘ Yes, Constantine’

After a while Constantine was before the guest of Nicephorus. Romanus Philantropinus have
not-very-long black hair and brown eyes and looked younger for his thirty years. He looked just like a young man about twenty five years old. However his charm had something feminine, which even his short beard could not eliminate. This specific charm was the main reason for some quite interesting gossips around…
‘ Welcome, master Romanus Philantropinus‘, Constantine bowed.

‘ Come on, Constantine. Leave all these formal stuff. We know each other for so long…’ Romanus smiled and looked around ’ The land ruled by your master is in a very good condition.. Really impressive.’ Romanus looked at Constantine once again, ‘You are doing really good job.’

‘ Thank you, master Romanus Philantropinus. I will inform Nicephorus for your presence.’

‘ Is he better, Constantine?’ The face of Romanus became pale.

‘ Not at all, master Romanus Philantropinus. His condition has deteriorated. And he suffers from his gout and old wounds. But I am sure he will be glad to see you.’

‘ I hope so. You know I have been at war so…’

‘ I understand, master Romanus Philantropinus. And I am sure Nicephorus will be surprised to see an old friend,’ Constantine said and looked at Romanus whose face became even more pale than before, ‘Master Romanus Philantropinus, wait for a while, please. I will call him’.

Constantine headed for the solar of Nicephorus. After a while he was before the Nicephorus’ guards. Although he was one of the most trusted men of the master Doukas he was very well checked for dangerous items. He gave his belt knife and his scimitar. Constantine entered in Nicephorus’ solar. The semidarkness, the slight but disgusting smell of rotting flesh combined with the strong aroma of myrrh and other eastern herbs was almost unbearable for most of the people but Constantine was used to. The Nicephorus’ most trusted man reached the bed with the silk shroud. On the table next to the bed he saw a bronze mask, the artificial face of his master.

‘ Constantine, are you here?’

‘ Yes, master,’ answered Constantine.

‘ Good. It is really horrible to be alone with your disease. And to have such a foolish son like Manuel. It is so difficult – I need a day or two’

‘ Master, you should not worry about this. One day Manuel will understood. It is for his good. And for the goodness of the family. And after all, master, you do not have any fault for the behaviour of your son ’

‘I don’t know, Constantine. I need a day or two to consider this. Anyway, what is the problem now, my friend? ’

Constantine looked at his master. Nicephorus was lying and was watching the wall in a way Constantine could not see the face of his master. The only thing Constantine could see was the thin white hair of Nicephorus. It was obvious the reason for the bad condition of the hair was not the age but the illness.

‘ Why should there be any problem?’, said Constantine although he almost knew the answer.

‘ Because you are the one who harasses with problems my conscience’ , he heard the unpleasant low but sharp laughter of his master. ‘ I am joking, Constantine. I have no idea what would have happened to me without you - Actually I know: lying several feet under the ground. So what is going on the mansion?’
‘ Master, Romanus Philantropinus is here - ‘

Suddenly Nicephorus turned and looked at Constantine. His leprous face was really disgusting especially for somebody who knew him from the time he was a handsome young man. His face had lost its form, and had become a mass of flaccid flesh covered with sores and scales. Only his black eyes have preserved their specific glimpse although the disease did not spared them too. The lips are constantly sore - the white part of the eye is always redden.
Some short questions followed.

‘Romanus is here?’

‘ Yes, my master’

‘ I can not believe it…The war is over, Constantine. I knew it days ago but I still do not believe it… Tell him I am coming,’ said Nicephorus emphasizing on the last words.

‘ Yes, my master’

Constantine bowed and met the eyes of his master once again. Then he went out…

Constantine clearly remembered the original face of his master - sharp, snakish and cunning but really charming. In the court he and Constantine had been considered to be one of the most handsome men although in a very different way. But unlike Constantine in his youth he ignored at all the women around him. Not a single woman suffered from Nicephorus’ coldness… However Constantine concentrated on the present: he should think about the present situation, more complicated than ever. ‘But now Nicephorus is totally different from what he was before- nothing has left from his beauty and his glory. Before Nicephorus was a dragon, one of the masters of the court while now he is just a snake in a trap- still alive, but injured deadly, with a lethal mortification but still able to bite, still dangerous...’ Mentally Constantine smiled on the comparison he had thought of. He was not a poet- yes, he was interested in poetry but he was not a poet. Maybe this was just a remnant of a talent wasted by the circumstances …

Constantine had to spend some more time with the Nicephorus’ guest. He met Romanus under the shade of the cedar tree situated near a door of the castle . Most of the time Romanus talked about himself and his heroic behaviour during the battles. However it was surprisingly funny for Constantine- he was sure Romanus was lying almost all the time. He knew this foppish man very well: Romanus preferred sitting in front of the mirror or riding without any purpose than doing something suitable for a proniai from a good aristocratic family. And his habbits were an extra reason to despise him… Probably Romanus had participated in the battles but in the final phase when purchasing the enemy or while pillaging a village. He knew the mediocre fancing skills of Romanus very well, too.

During his long service for Nicephorus Constantine had learned to distinct the truth between so many lies. After the conversation Constantine was absolutely sure Alexius had gained glory and prestige in the war and would have arrived in Ephesus in some days’ time. Romanus had just started a new story about his feats during the battle of Sinope when the wooden door opened. The two of the guards of the sebastus- Isaac and George came out. Then Romanus heard a well-known voice.

‘ Welcome back, Romanus! I missed your presence a lot, do you know?’ An unpleasant laugh followed. Then from the darkness the black figure of Nicephorus came out slowly. It was obvious the leper suffered a lot while moving to his guest. ‘ Three years,’ Nicephorus continued, ‘ I was waiting for you, Romanus, my best friend. You have many things to tell me about. Am I right, my old friend?’

Constantine saw how the face of Romanus became very pale at the sight of the bronze mask of Nicephorus.

‘ Yes, we have many things to talk about, Nicephorus.’ The guest smiled but this was a nervous smile not a friendly one. And Nicephorus felt this,

‘ Come on, Romanus. Relax. I am a leper, not a vampire. Not yet,’ Nicephorus laughed in his unpleasant way once again, ‘ Let’s go into the garden. Constantine had made very interesting changes. You will like it. I am sure, Romanus. Trust me’
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I've made some changes of the Shepherd's map. Hope you liked it!
P.S. This is only a part of the Prologue. At its end some secrets would be revealed. And this is just the beginning.
Edited:I added the italics in the dialogue between Nicephorus and Manuel in order to show an emphasize on some words made by the characters and to mark the shouting. I also corrected some punctual mistakes.
Some terms:
despot: the second title after the Emperor; in this case governor
Megas Logothete: first minister
Morea: what is now Peloponesus; southern Greece
Mistra: the main city of Morea

[Prince Cobra]

More than four days has past since I published my story and there is not a single feedback ( Ludens is an exception; thank you Ludens)... I wonder whetether anybody has read it to the end. Since I am not a native speaker it is not improbable my English to be horrible. Is this the reason? Do you think my story should be edited in order to be read? Please comment. And do not worry - I am not a desperate person who would give up before the first difficulty

[edyzmedieval]

I have been owned. Great job Stephen!

One minor thing. Try to add some more details, because there's too much talking, and the dialogues are a bit "forced". Adding more details will make the dialogue more interesting.

[littlelostboy]

Very nice story! I really really like this. No offence but finally there is a different epic beside frogbeastegg's story. Keep going!

[Prince Cobra]

Thank you for the advise, edyz! And congratulations you are the first to post in my post !

littlelostboy, thank you, too! This is a great compliment! ( but I have really many things to learn) The next update is due in a few days' time.

And I think you both will like the end of my Prologue because... ( you will see)

[Prince Cobra]

Nicephorus spent the following day lying on the bed . Along with the gout the leper had old traumata- his right leg had been injured in an attempt of assassination of Nicephorus; but it was his left leg, which had a broken knee-cap, that caused the great sufference to the sebastus.

John, the healer of Nicephorus, distinctly remebered the scandal that was created when he suggested to his master to use a staff three years ago… And probably the healer would suffer even more because now he had to persuade Nicephorus to go about on crutches and to be carried on a litter until his condition improved. However John seriously doubted any improvement was possible- furthermore his condition would even deteriorate. On the other hand the situation was not as bad as it seemed to be. Although John would have to spent sleepless nights near the leper he would earn a sufficient amount of money. He knew Nicephorus well: he was ready to pay for everything if he was persuaded it would help him…

The evening was warm and filled with the aroma of the Mediterranean… However John could not even rest for a while - he was preoccupied by the preparation of new medicine an by the news he had just learned. Kozma, one of the most famous healers in the Empire, was expected to come tomorrow. First, Kozma was more famous than John and this meant John would be useless for a while. The result – no money. Second, John could not mislead Nicephorus to use medicines that are not so effective but cost more money. It was true Constantine knew these herbs very well but fortunately Nicephorus did not let him interfere too much in his healing. But Kozma was different and he would control him, John, very strictly. The result – no money. Third, John would be the servant in the presence of Kozma- something the healer of Nicephorus did not want at all. But suddenly John smiled. A machiavellian idea had come into his mind.

‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘ it could be a great difficulty but… Nicephorus is ill and I am sure even Kozma will not succeed in healing him. Furthermore, he did not approve the Hesychasm- the new popular religious movement amongst the Roman elite and the Orthodox church. Even Nicehorus is influenced to some extend by it. And when Kozma fails his opponents will use it against him… And I will be the healer of Nicehorus again. And again I will have the money I need. And then… I will marry to Clyo, the best hetera in the region… ‘

‘John, the master Nicephorus Doukas wants you to see him. He told me you should take the medicine because his gout causes him great suffering, ‘ said a familiar voice. It was Yanis, one of the servants in the castle. John hated him. He doubted this fifty-year old servant was too close to Constantine . Constantine was too dangerous for John - he suspected the Nicephorus’ healer of cheating. In addition Constantine was the most trusted man of Nicephorus. John also was sure Constantine had persuaded Nicephorus to call Kozma.

‘ I will come Yanis. You are free.’

‘John, there is more than this - Constantine wants to see you after you finish your work with Nicephorus, ‘ Yanis said and went out of the solar. John felt how his face became pale. He hated Constantine but he also was afraid of him. The steward of Nicephorus knew too much. And he had the power to make people respect him if they are honest and fear of him if they are trying to hide a secret. Constantine was well-mannered both to his superiors and to his inferiors: he spoke calmy, not loud but not low too, he avoided cynism and rudeness. However he looked with his blue eyes straight to the eyes of his interlocutor as like he wanted to uncover all the secrets a human soul could hide...

John took the medicine for the gout. However he should take care for Nicephorus’ left leg, the leg with the broken knee-cap. John faced a problem: he could not remember where he put the medicine the previous day… This medicine made him a proud healer- it was his invention. He had also found that if you made a small cut near the knee and put the medicine in it the effect was bigger- it reduced the pain. However he did not want to use it too often- just once in three days. And this was the third day since he used it for the last time. He looked in the large chest in the solar then he checked all the cupboard. But John could not find it. He felt the sweat on his forehead and he started to stroke his short beard nervously… At the end he found what he was looking for- the small clay pot had been situated on the table overcrowded by so many other items . He sighed with relief, ‘ If I had lost I would have to give explanations and after all it would have cost my career. John, what would you do then?’ .

John overcame the experienced stress fastly: he was used to it being with a master like Nicephorus and with a person like Constantine. The healer mopped his brow and headed for the door. He went out and locked the door. Then he said to the guads who were in front of the solar with the medicines ‘ I am going out. ‘ The short phrase was far more than it seemed to be. The master Nicephorus had too many enemies and nobody should enter in the solar to the exception with John. After that the healer passed some dark corridors and reached the door of Nicephorus. The four guards of the master did not make any movement but were standing like living statues. There was something horrible before the solar of the leper - it seemed like the death was already here, lurking in the shadows. John entered in the room.

He had been in service to the master Nicephorus for seven years, since he was thirty year-old man who had just lost his beloved wife. He had never had children and after the death of Eugenia he was in a deep depression. Then he agreed to serve this cursed by the God leper, to became part of his world of intrigues, to spend a large part of his life in this semidark solar, which air was poisoned by the smell of rotting flesh. Nicephorus was not alone - Constantine was there. The disgusting master and his loyal servant. But John would bear it once again. He would be patient, calm , respective, loyal like the ideal servant. He would earn money, he would marry to Clyo and at the end would wait for the death of that burden of his called Nicephorus Doukas.

‘ Master, I am here,’ John said. ‘ Do you feel better, master?’

‘ John, come closer. I hope you have taken the medicines with you.’ The shroud had been removed. The master Nicehorus was lying on his bed. The bronze mask iil-lit by the fire was looking aside.

‘ Yes, master, Do you feel better?’ It was very difficult for John to resist on the sight of the Nicephorus’ metal face. But he did it and answered trying to keep his head.

‘ Not at all. This damned leg will eventually kill me. It is unbearable, John. I can not even walk! Do something with it!’ In the semi-dark the horrible mask stared at him. Not a single movement appeared on the metal face of Nicephorus and the voice was coming behind the stiff mouth of the artificial face as like coming from the inferno.

John came next to the lying leper. Then he removed the blank that covered the leg. It looked terrible even in the semidark.

‘Master, it is too dark here. I could not see very well . Please, master …’

Nicephorus did not let him end. It was useless he understood very well what his healer wanted.
‘ Constantine, give the candle to John.’

After a while the order was executed and the tired voice of the leper expressed his thanks to his loyal servant. With the help of the candle John examined the feeble leg of the sebastus covered with scales and swollen near the articulations. John clearly remebered the day when Nicephorus was found by his servants writhing with pain in the solar of his son. That night Nicephorus showed an extreme benevolence to his son who obviously had hit his father and had broken his knee-cap… Then many people believed it was an accident but it was not- he, John, who studied medicine in Constantinople, recognized the trace of blunt object…

‘ John, what is happening? What are you thinking of ? My leg is going to get better, isn’t it?’

John was startled out of his memories. He looked at the bronze mask that stared at him. Then he lied:

‘ Of corse, m-mas-ster, you will get better. Don’t worry’

‘ Do not lie to me! I am not a fool! And I see you are lying to me while looking at my eyes! And you shameless creature, expect me to believe you! Tell me the truth!!!’

John felt the sharp sight of Nicephorus. Meanwhile the light of the candle was reflected on the mask which gave something diabolic and infernal. The healer felt weak and exposed. He decided not to lie but only to go round the truth.

‘ Master, I am not going to lie to you! I just think you will get better. However now your condition is very complicated. But as I said you will get better.’

‘ John, be very, very careful,’ Nicehorus slowly began with threatening voice John had never heard. ‘ First,John, I will not tolerate any attempt to lie to me. And second, which is most important, I must get better. And not after a month , not after a week but tomorrow . And I must be in a decent condition two weeks more. After that you may kill me, I may die, but tomorrow I should be able to walk! And I do not care how much efforts it will cost you- if you want call the Devil and the God to help you! But tomorrow I should be in a decent condition! Otherwise…I do not need you anymore !’

‘ I will tr-ry, master!’

‘ Do not try but do it, idiot!’ Nicephorus was furious. He grabbed the mask from his face and throw it on the floor. A clanking sound followed. ‘ Look at me! I am already dead but I must do something extremely important before I rest in peace! Is it clear?’

‘ Master -’ Constantine tried to interfere.

‘ Shut up, Constantine. This idiot here should learn who he can lie to and who he can not! Is it clear to you, John?

John stared at the face of the leper. He had seen leprous faces but none of them was so horrible. It was disformed and furious and still expressing great lust for power and strong will. But there was nothing humanic in him- even the eyes were not the eyes of human but of snake ready to strike…

‘Is it clear, idiot ?!’

‘ You will not d-die m-m-master’

The unpleasant laugh of Nicephorus Doukas followed.

‘ Oh, you promise me to make me immortal! ’ Nicephorus continued laughing, ‘ How sweet of you, John! You should be promoted to… angel!’ Suddenly he became serious again. ‘ Of course I will die but this must not happen before the end of the following two weeks! And do not waste my time! Do something with this leg! ‘

‘ Yes, master,’ answered John who wanted this nightmare end as soon as possible. He took the small clay pot and removed the lid. Then he took the sharp knife and made a small cut…

Meanwhile Nicephorus who did not feel anything added:

‘And John, please take away the cup after you finish. The tea you had made for me was awful. It seemed that you wanted to kill me. Fortunately Constantine was in my solar when you brought it to me so hе is an eyewitness. Am I right Constantine?’ the leprous face of Nicephorus smiled.
Constantine also slightly smiled and nodded. The leper continued with surprisingly calm voice:

‘ I am sorry, my friend. I was too angry… It is not your fault. Please tell me, my friend, did you choose the new maid’

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In the night Nicephorus dreamed. Not prophetic but not the dreams people was used to dream. It was a memory of what happened seven years ago. Horrible memory, hated memory- it was one of the reasons for the Nicephorus’ cruel but deserved curse- his awful leprosy. Dark and wet place probably a cellar. Yes, the cellar of his house in Constantinople. In the dream Nicephorus was younger and extremely handsome although he was in the middle of his thirties. He had shoulder-length straight black hair and normally long beard and moustaches. He was not alone… He heard voices, his guards were trying to stop somebody, then …a voice of a woman. Then he saw her - his wife Anna Angelina. She was not that ellegant women she had been before- now she was pregnant with the sixth child of Nicephorus. She was dressed in simple clothes, which siut her very much. Her long and wavy brown hair could not be seen under the white vail. But her face expressed an extreme cleanness- it was not a coincidence that the father of Nicephorus Alexius Doukas the Elder had chosen her of so many candidates. Although Nicephorus did not love her he respected her and appreciated her calm character. He tried to give her everything he could in order to ease her life as a wife of respected and feared nobleman in the Empire. But now she was different- her brown eyes were flashing with fury and determination.

Then she started to talk in a way that showed who was she- a descendant of the family Angeloi. She was no more the docile wife he knew… But he could not hear anything. A large demon had appeared from the darkness. His red eyes stared at Nicephorus. For first time in his life Nicephorus felt so great fear he felt how his heart was beating and how the blood was throbbing in his head. Then he hold the cross he wore on his neck firmly and showed it to the demon. The infernal creature opened his mouth showing his sharp teeth redden with blood and shrieked. Then it disappeared. But then Nicephorus saw the wooden cross bleeding and transforming into ash. Nicephorus looked at his hands. The blood had covered his hands. But suddenly the blood disappeared. And then he saw her, his wife Anna talking with somebody hidden by black fog. He heard somebody was running… After a while the shadow grabbed the arm of Anna. Then as like there was wind the black fog moved and showed the face of the shadow. It was him, Nicephorus Doukas, the megas logothete of the empire. But he heard them, he understood their words.

His voice sounded terrified but sharp

‘ Stop, Anna’

‘ Let me go!’

‘ No, I won’t. You are crazy! I haven’t done nothing!’

‘ Let me go! I have to know!’

‘ There is nothing you should understand!’

Anna wrested from his clutch. But she no longer wanted to run off. Now she knew. Her greatest fear had become reality. She looked with her brown eyes at the figure of Nicephorus and said low but threatening:

‘ Very soon I will know what has happened. If it is what I think I will use all my influence to destroy you. All in the palace will learn your secrets that you hide during our marriage. However you hid it I felt you were cold to me from the wedding altar. Probably you do not know but then, in the wedding day, I saw how you kissing Diogenus Branas! He was not your friend but your lover…

‘ Shut up!,’ Nicephorus heard his shadow saying rudely.

‘ Oh no, dear! How many years did you lied to me Diogenus was your friend and now you continue to do it with Romanus Philantropinus… But I will put the end here…’

‘ Shut up!’

‘ No, you will end here… I will ruin your career while you are alive and will curse you to burn in the hell after your death!’

‘ Shut up!’

‘No, monster! You will pay…’

‘Shut up,’ the figure of Nicephorus snarled. He could no longer bear it. He felt shame and fear of the truth. Nicephorus slapped Anna as strong as he could. Anna screamed and fell down the stairs, tumbled several times and stayed stiff. The only woman Nicephorus liked and respected was dead. His not-born child was dead,too.

The fog hid the dead body of Anna and the figure of Nicephorus. But after a while the mysterious wind again blew and uncover a new scene. A crowd of people… of dead people who was coming to Nicephorus. They were groaning and cursing. He looked at their faces - some of them he recognized. Lovers, servants, enemies, some women, even a few children, the two guards which guarded Nicephorus when he killed Anna- people who Nicephorus had killed. But others had no faces just skulls with no eyes but with flames - these were unknown and unseen people murdered by order of Nicehorus. And amongst the crowd who surrounded Nicephorus he saw the face of the person who he…But then the fog hid it once again and he Nicephorus did not knew whether this man was the one he had killed and the one he thought of now. But when everything was about to disappear in the darkness of the fogs Nicephorus saw the faces of two people who were still alive and who he knew very, very well. Nicephorus looked at them once again and fell on his knees…



However unlike the previous time the dream continued. Nicephorus realized he is in the same cellar where he had killed Anna. He looked at his hands they were bleeding. He tried to stop the blood but he could not. Then he felt his face strange. He touched it- it was bleeding and was transforming into a leprous one. He screamed but he knew nobody would hear him. No, he was wrong. He heard the giggle of the demons lurking in the fogs. He saw their wings, their horns, their claws and sharp teeth. They were feasting his flesh and blood. He tried to fight but they were many, many. He felt their vampire teeth and their snakish venom…

Nicephorus opened his eyes and tried to scream. But he could not. Furthermore his body did not obey him but twisted convulsively. He was gasping for breath feeling his lungs strange heaviness. The Nicephorus Comnenus Doukas, the ex-megas logothete and present sebastus, one of the most trusted men of Michael the Ninth and Isaiah, was writhing in a death-agony.
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Hope you will like it... Any feedback is appreciated. The intrigue has been started. And I think Ludens will have to edit the Library post once again...

[Prince Cobra]

It is possible I will not be able to update my story until the end of August. However I promise not to stop working and thinking on the next chapters. And then I will catch up on my plan...

However it is absolutely possible to publish the update sooner than I expect. Once again I beg for patience. And I think it worths it.

What will happen next. Well, more about Constantine, more about Manuel, more about his brother Alexius,more about..., new characters including ... you will see. And this is all I can say.

As a conclusion I am encouraged by the posts above and while there is at least one who reads my story it will exist. And I hope after the next chapters the interest to be increased.

And once again I am sorry I can not continue the story at one of its critical moments. Hope not to be torn into pieces by my readers

[Prince Cobra]

Part 1 The Secrets

I. The Criminals

…The dagger fell on the floor producing a clinging sound - The dream of Manuel Doukas ended. Manuel opened his eyes but surprisingly he felt relief for the first time of so much time. Then he looked next to him. A beatiful feminine body shined by the dawn was lying next to him. It was Helena - one of the most beautiful heteras in the region. She was more than a mistress of Manuel - there was not only a passion but also love and even a friendship. She was very clever and knew many secrets but Manuel could ever trust on her. She would give him any advice, would tell him what to do in difficult situations Manuel was used to fall into. He almost had no secrets from her…

Manuel tried to rise from the bed but then he felt a woman’s hand of on his bare chest.

‘ Where are you going, Manuel?,’ soft feminine voice said, ‘ It is still at night!’

‘ Just nightmares - I need to go out.’

‘ I could not sleep, too. Maybe because of the air in the room. I should have opened the shutters’

However Manuel was faster- he put aside the blanket that covered his naked body, went to the window and opened it. Helena was too sleepy to do something different than rising her head from the cushion.

‘ Thank you, dear. You had nightmares again, didn’t you?’

Manuel had just put on his trousers. The Helena’s question made him stop and look at her. He did not want to worry her but why did this woman know him so well?

‘ Yes,’ he said and slowly came to her. Manuel sat on the bed next to her.’ But can’t we talk about something else?’

‘ It is good idea, Manuel. Let’s talk about - ’ She came closer to him. He looked at her beautiful face, then at her black eyes and then he felt her lips on his own and then… A long passionate kiss followed.’ This, ‘ she added. Manuel did not say anything but kissed her once again. This kiss was even more passionate… Manuel wanted her… He loved her. He wanted to hug her stronger… But suddenly Manuel heard something fell on the floor. A comb. Helena’s comb. Manuel was annoyed – this comb spoilt everything. Manuel bent and took it from the floor. He gave it to Helena.

‘ I have to go, Helena. I will come back as soon as I can. ‘ He gave her a short but passionate kiss for goodbye. But Helena stopped him once again,

‘Wait for a while, Manuel. I want to accompany you to the inn yard’. Helena got out of the bed and put a beautiful wrapper on her graceful naked body. Manuel was looking at her: she was so beautiful… He forgot about all of his problems – about his cursed father, about his coming brother… And about his sister… There was only Helena.


Suddenly somebody started shouting and cursing outside. Probably this was Theodore, the innkeeper. Most probably a servant of his had got drunk or had done something wrong. Manuel looked down the floor. Unfortunately there were not only Helena and Manuel on this world. But also the cursing Theodore, the annoying brother Alexius and the leprous Nicephorus Doukas… And of course his sister…

‘Manuel, are you well? What is going on?’ he heard the soft voice of Helena.

Manuel looked at her. Once again he noticed again she was so beautiful: her long straight black hair, her fine face, her perfect body… And as always Manuel shared his worries with her, ‘ I do not know what to do. My elder sister Eudocia had not sent me any letter since she married to Basil Apoukacus. As like she disappeared. You know, after the death of my mother she was the only one in my family who understood me. But now I wonder whether she also hates me’

Helena smiled, ‘ Come on , Manuel. Don’t be a fool. You know - she had terrible problems with Nicephorus. And your benevolent father will never allow any letter of hers to be received by you. ‘
Then she continued with irony, ‘And probably his favourite son Alexius has done what he could to prevent you from receiving any letter. By the way, Manuel, have you heard the news about your brother?’

‘ My brother Alexius? As far as I know he is very well and is expected to come in some days’ time. Why do you ask me for him?’ Manuel looked at her black eyes. He did not like to speak about his brother at all… And there was more than this.

‘ I have the feeling something bad is going to happen. And my intuition had never misled me.’ Now Helena was serious, even too serious for her temper. She was worried. ‘I am not sure it is connected with your brother Alexius but I am afraid for you’

Manuel calmed Helena, ‘ You know I do not care about my father. The most important thing is to be with you. And I feel he can not harm to me.’

Manuel smiled but Helena’s face continued to express anxiety. ‘ Manuel, I have heard about your father terrible things - he is dangerous, don’t underestimate him. And I do not like Constantine as well ‘

‘ I am not afraid of him, Helena. No more. And he is a leper. Don’t worry I will be careful. ’ He stood up and went to Helena. ‘ And Constantine is too weak without Nicephorus. And he is not so bad after all. He just has a bad master. ’

Helena continued to look at him with her worried black eyes… And she was so beautiful.

‘ Manuel, the traces of the slaps are still visible. Take my warning seriously’

‘I do, dear,’ Manuel smiled foolishly.

But Helena continued to speak in the same serious manner, ‘ I hope so. Because if something bad happens to you - ’

‘ Helena, leave my brother and my father and the whole damned world alone. The only thing I want to think about now is you. About you and about us,’ Manuel caressed her face gently and looked straight at her enigmatic eyes. The only thing I am interested in is our future. Not the future of one leper and his annoying son…’

Helena moved back and looked aside.

‘You are the same. You will never change, Manuel’

‘ Helena, I love you. I am ready to die for you. Please look at me, dear’. But Helena did not make a single movement. Manuel kneeled, ‘ I want to marry you after the death of my father, Helena!’

Then Helena turned and looked at the Nicephorus’ son. She looked more beautiful than ever in the Manuel’s eyes - her black straight and long hair, her black eyes, her elegant face. She was not a mortal woman but an angel who had come to save Manuel from the nightmares of his life. But she refused… once again.

‘You speak nonsense, Manuel. You will never marry me - I will never accept your proposal. I am just a hetera but you are a descendant of one of the oldest and most powerful families in the Empire, ‘ She tried to raise him on his feets. ‘Manuel, our love is impossible. ‘

But Manuel continued to kneel on the ground and to look at his beloved. ‘ You are wrong. You should believe me!’

‘ Stop! This is enough,’ her voice became unexpectedly cold although Manuel heard some trembling tones in it, ‘I am not the first woman from the populace that was lied with this honour. Do not promise me something you can not do.’ Manuel was ready to answer to her but she bowed and put her finger on his lips.

‘ Once again I will tell you: do not promise me something you can not do. No, Manuel, listen to me. I have to say something very important to you. Demetrius Raoul, the Megas Contostavlos (commander of the mercenaries), is in Peloponesus. I've heard nothing good of this man and I suspect he is not on friendly terms with the Doukas.' She removed her finger from his lips and sat on the ground next to Manuel. But her beautiful black eyes continued to stare at Manuel’s eyes. ‘ I have no idea what he is doing there but I do not like it. He is an enemy of your father but he is not your friend either. And from my little exerience I know- the neighbourhood of two mortal enemies don’t lead to anything good. And especially when they both are masters of the intrigues and spy art. Be very, very careful!’

Manuel was bewildered. This woman would never stop surprising him. ‘ How do you know all these news… ’

Helena smiled, ‘ Manuel, you have a lot to learn. But let this be your first lesson in spying- if you want some information- just ask the heteras and the prostitutes. But if you want to keep a secret never share it with such women.’ Helena became serious and added with a voice full with passion, ‘ I am an exception’

In the next moment he felt her lips on his own and her arms around his body. He hug her firmly and replied to her kiss…

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It was something extraordinary that was happening in the Palace of Mistra. Although the sun had rose high in the sky Nicephorus was still in his solar. Moreover a stranger had been waiting him for more than an hour. He looked like a real man-at-arms. He wore a curved long sword accompanied by a dagger and a mace on his belt. Meanwhile his large shield was lying next to him. But what made him very noticeable to the servants in the castle were the black bandage on his left eye and the hideous scars on his face. The soldier had also lost his nose. His black beard calmed the horrible skeleton-like appearance of his face to some extend only. And the suspicion of the servants did its best on the opposite. He was a sadistic officer from the military, a mercenary and even an assassin coming to Nicephorus with secret purpose… The fact that the ‘guest’ of Nicephorus was extremely nervous and rude increased the panic amongst the servants. However the servants of Nicephorus showed an extreme resistance not to comment loudly the behaviour of the stranger so far.

Suddenly the unknown asked a servant who was crossing the yard in a rude and despotic way. Being very hoarse and dialect his voice was not better than his appearance

‘ Hey, boy, come here!’ The servant, who was nearly thirteen year-old, stared at the stranger with a terrified expression. ‘ Yes, you, come here!’

‘ What may I do for you?’

‘ Go and tell your master the soldier from Monembasia is waiting for him! Hurry on, you, lazy slug! I am not going to wait here for ages!’

The servant hesitated what to do. ‘Other servants and I are not allowed to wake up the master - ’

‘ Listen to me very carefully, boy ! If I wrung your neck you will not care of what your master will say,’ the stranger snarled showing his yellow teeth , ‘ Wake him up!’

‘ But - ’

‘ Call him!’

‘ Wake him up,’ the servant heard well known voice. It was Constantine. The boy turned back. ‘ I am sure you will not experience any problems. In fact we will come with you. ‘

Constantine, the stranger and the servant headed for the Nicephorus room… When they finally reached it they saw the fourth guards of Nicephorus. The servant started speaking then.

‘Kirr Constantine and this man want to meet the master Nicephorus. They told me to wake him up.’

‘ There is no way this to be done. The master Nicephorus ordered - ’ George answered but was interrupted by Constantie.

‘ It is very important, George. ‘

‘ But the master Nicephorus - ’

However he was interrupted by Constantine.

‘ Open the door, George!’ I will take any responsibility of this action. Do not forget I am the one who is in charge of the personal security of your master! This is an order, George! ’

The Nicephorus’ steward spoke with his typical voice who was neither very loud nor very low. But this time it contained a shade of annoyance and demonstration of Constantine’s superiority.

George could not do anything but to open the door, ‘ Yes, Constantine!’

The door squeaked. Constantine and the stranger entered in the solar full with the reek of rotting flesh.

‘ I am sorry, master - ’ Constantine began but suddenly stopped. Constantine slowed down his pace and eventually stopped in the middle of the room. Then the stranger and the servant could also see Nicephorus. His head was hanging from the bed and his leprous face was expressing great mortal agony. The blood had been trickling from his nose and a pink foam had appeared on his mouth. Nicephorus Doukas, ex-megas logothete and a present despot of Morea , a trusted men of Michael the Ninth and Jesaiah was dead.

The servant was petrified. He heard Constantine saying to him, ‘ Call John, the physician.’ The instinct of the servant was stronger than the instinct of the animal. And the boy obeyed. But it was clear nothing can be done for Nicephorus. The new master of the heritable lands of Alexius the Elder and Nicephorus was Manuel Doukas. The servant bowed and left the solar. He felt very strangely; he could not believe his master was dead. Like most of the servants in the castle he got used to the sebastus although he was bad-temperred and cynic… He wondered how he would live under the rule of the new one who would be appointed by the emperor. Would he be good or bad… It was not the situation anybody could behave as ordinary – the fear could be felt distinctly. Even Romanus Philantropinus was walking with fast pace headed for unknown direction… The image of a dead leper and all the clamour around reflected on the sense of the servant making him a preoccupied by fear and worries mechanism…

Eventually the servant went out on the castle yard. And he realized the real reason for the clamour and panic around. The other servants still did not know about the death of their master; it was something other that worried them. He saw a beautiful black horse - it was Yusuf, the favourite horse of the master Manuel Doukas. However the son of Nicephorus himself was absent.

The servant heard a familiar voice behind. It was Constantine who was ordering to the servants around. The Nicephorus’ steward was given a horse and he spurred the animal. Some servants
followed him… The servant was surprised how much energy this forty-year old man had.
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Constantine got off his horse. He saw the corpse of a man lying before the gate the accident was reported to have happened. It was obvious he was not Manuel – the dead man was really huge. Constantine slowly leapt across him trying not to step in the man’s blood. He said to the guards around then , ‘ I am Constantine, the steward of Nicephorus Doukas. Where is Manuel Doukas?’ The guards pointed at a small house situated near the wall. There were three soldiers in front of the house. Two of them were common soldiers but the third was the commander of the garrison in this sector. Constantine knew very well John the Sword, the commander, because being steward Constantine paid his salary.

‘ I am coming for Manuel, John. Is he well?’

‘ You mean Manuel Doukas, Kirr Constantine. I am not very sure. He was attacked by this drunkard but hit badly and lost consciousness - ' However John felt it was not the time of report: in any moment Constantine could blame him on what happened. 'Fortunately there was a physician passing by - ‘ It was time for the good news but they did not make the things better. Furthermore it was another kind of negligence. Constantine was about to become furious.

‘ And you let this unknown take care of Manuel!’ Constantine managed to keep his temper but his voice was definitely not calm. Then he added with his typical imperative voice: not louder than ordinary but demonstrating Constantine annoyance and superiority. ‘ I want to see Manuel, now!’

‘ I –‘ Constantine left him behind and did not hear any of the John’s excuses. He had no time for wasting. The other soldiers tried to stop the Nicephorus’ steward but John interfered. Constantine entered in the house.

‘ Manuel Doukas is my case. Thank you for the help. Pull aside, please,’ Constantine said imperatively as he entered. The physician looked up. His eyes expressed surprise.

‘ Constantine! ‘

Constantine was not less surprised by the presence of Kosmas. He did expect him but not so soon and not here.

‘ How is he, Kozmas? Sorry for interrupting you – ‘ Constantine sounded very different from before. ‘ I thought – ‘

‘ I know, Constantine, ‘ Kosmas rose, ‘ I did what I could. If Manuel is lucky he will survive - ‘ Kosmas' face had become serious

‘Are you sure? ‘ Constantine was standing stiff in front of the door. He knew he was asking a stupid question, he knew he should overcome his fears and his emotions. And the guards will pay for their mistake! He was - It was - No, he was stronger he had to overcome it. He had to at any rate. And he did it in the following moment.


‘ He is not injured but hit his head. You know you can expect anything from head trauma. But Constantine, he is young. Most probably he will survive. ’

‘ I hope so. You know he is the heir of Nicephorus, ‘ Constantine said.

‘Constantine, Manuel just needs rest. I think he will survive. By the way how does Nicephorus feel?’

‘ Kosmas, Nicephorus is dead. You know I am never nervous without a reason. ‘

Kosmas was shocked. He sat on the bed next to Manuel. Kosmas stroke his
not-very-long beard with white and black hairs. Deep in thought he looked older than his fifty years ‘ When? ‘

‘ Today. Most probably he was poisoned by very strong venom. I will let you see him. But, Kosmas, I think it is better to leave the dead for a while. He can wait. Manuel is more important. Can we move Manuel to the castle? Kozmas? ‘ At the end Kosmas looked up.

‘ Sorry, Constantine. What did you say? To move Manuel? Yes, we can. But we should be very careful‘

‘ We will be. Kosmas, wait here. ‘ Constantine said and went out.

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At the end the new update. As I mentioned the new heroes are included. Helena is one of them. She is quite interesting character. And there are more characters to include and new interesting events to come. However another delay of the next post ( probably until 15th ) could be expected. I am annoyed myself. Really sorry. But for the next few days I am here... and as always any comments are welcomed.

[Prince Cobra]

I have just reread the new update. Well, I think it needs a small but very important elucidation. It is about Constantine when he understood about the opiate. I think some people may think he accused himself of negligence. No, he meant somebody else, not himself. I am going to fix it now. I do not know how I missed to correct it. Fortunately it is the only big mistake I have done so far. Once again Constantine is not the one who was negligent.

And I fixed the following scene ( the paragraph of the admited 'showed weakness') I also made a small elucidation.

[Ludens]

Another interesting update. Your English also seems to be improving, though there are a couple of obvious mistakes. Unfortunatly, I don't have time to correct a text this long.

Anyway, please continue
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[Prince Cobra]

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Constantine put the bottle back on the table and removed his hand from it. He looked at Kosmas and said with calm voice , ‘So the bottle and the other items have been foundin the solar of Manuel.’

‘ Yes, they have, Constantine. George and several other guards who rummaged the solar can confirm it.’

Constantine looked at George, who was also present on the meeting. The bodyguard nodded.

‘ Good, Kosmas. Manuel should be arrested then.’

‘ But how will we learn the liquid is poisonous?’

Kosmas pointed the cages with two mouses.

‘ It is simple, George. I will test the liquid on John’s animals. If they die – ‘ Kosmas did not finished. It was obvious he felt uneasy to accuse a member of the Doukas family of parricide. But it was clear what he meant.

Romanus paid attention to another problem then,

‘ But who wil arrest Manuel? Morea does not have a governor now –’

‘ I see what you mean, Kirr Romanus.’ Was it an attempt of Romanus to defy him? In other circumstances Constantine would have smiled. If it was so Romanus was very wrong: he, Constantine, was far better in this game than him. ‘ We will proceed in the same way as we did with the Nicephorus’ physician John and some other suspects.’ Constantine continued with a polite voice, ‘I will take the responsibility of a governor once again and I will arrest him. ‘

‘ You know what risk you take, Constantine,’ said Kosmas. ‘ Manuel is a nobleman.’

‘ Do not worry about me,’ Constantine smiled, ‘ I know what I am doing’ He did know. Especially when he knew the emissaries with the emperor’s decision had come yesterday. The emperor had fulfilled the request of Nicephorus to make him, Constantine, his second temporary substitute. And it was only on a condition that the first temporary substitute was absent. And it was the case: the first substitute needed time to arrive in Mistra.

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It was getting darker and darker. The time of the truth had come. Kosmas opened the door and closed it after himself and headed for the solar of Constantine. He chose the long way: he needed time to think and to gain power for what was about to happen. He was already fifty-five years old – a significant age and it was not very difficult for him to get tired. The death was close as well. And probably still in the castle…

A sudden noise interrupted Kosmas. He turned back and stared into the semi dark corridor. The torches had been lighted up and it was not difficult for the physician to notice a silhouette of a man. The man had enveloped his knee with his hands and was producing low hissing sounds. Kosmas realized what had happened: the poor had hit his leg in the wall by accident. Probably there was not anything serious but Kosmas should go and help the man: it was his duty.

He went to the man as fast as he could and saw a familiar face: the man was the nobleman he had met in the herb store. His face was unforgettable. It was quite attractive, cheerful, definitely one of the most handsome male faces Kosmas had ever seen. And yet it had something very disturbing… And it was not only because of the pain on his face.

‘Are you well, sir? ‘

The nobleman tried to smile, ‘I am well. Thank you, Kosmas.’

‘Let me see your knee. Probably you are hurt, sir’

The instinct of the physician was more powerful than the confusion Kosmas experienced and Kosmas bowed to see the knee of the nobleman. On the one hand Kosmas was happy the nobleman had learned his name but on the other Kosmas’ himself had not learned his. Probably it would be considered as bad manners. Just a moment later Kosmas sense did the same what his instinct had done: Kosmas decided these worries were too small and insignificant compared to the real problems a human being could experience.

However at the same moment another surprise came from the unknown. The man put his left hand on Kosmas’ shoulder and asked him politely,

‘ No, Kosmas, you don’t have to. I feel better.’

Kosmas was used to fulfill his duties and tried to argue with the noblemen but he received another polite refusal,

‘I told you Kosmas. I have nothing to worry about.’

Kosmas looked at the aristocrat. Another friendly but forced smile had appeared on his face.

‘Believe me, Kosmas. I am well.’ The nobleman removed his right hand from the knee and put it onto the wall as to prove his statement.

‘You see I am better. ‘His voice had a shade of pain but sounded convincing. Once again the nobleman smiled and unlike the previous smiles this one was almost natural, almost without a trace of effort.

‘I don’t think we know each other. I am Romanus, Romanus Philantropenus’

‘It is honour for me Kirr Romanus Philantropenus’

‘No, Kosmas, just Romanus. I am fed up with this etiquette, even I who was born and bred in the court. I do wonder why the people in the province insist on it: like Constantine and other local noblemen. It is quite depressing.’ And then he smiled in his typical manner. The pain had been completely cleared from it. And it made him look really friendly. Romanus added, ‘And Kosmas it is me who is honored. I am just a mere nobleman but you, Kosmas, you are chosen to save lives.’

Thank you for the compliment, Kirr Romanus’

‘Just Romanus, Kirr Kosmas’

So this was Romanus Philantropenus, the cousin of the logothete of the dromos Manuel Philantropenus. Kosmas had heard various gossips and most of them were not very positive. But now he had appeared in a completely different light: as a good friend but also man captured in the trap of the court ceremonial and its intrigues. And here it comes the main problem with the people who had been bred in the court atmosphere: it was very hard to distinguish whether they speak lies or the truth. Sometimes it was hard even for the speaker to say that.

Some moments later Romanus and Kosmas were walking along the corridors of the castle headed for Constantine’s solar. They were speaking not too loud but it was hard for Kosmas too call this low. However it was not suitable tone for hiding a great secret. It seemed Romanus did not just want to let the inquisitive servants know more than they should... Romanus knee looked well and there was no trace of trauma. However there was another problem: Romanus touched very delicate topics. First it was about the will of Nicephorus that gave all the heritable lands to Manuel, the eldest son of Nicephorus. The noblemen were separated into two factions: the first one was against the decision of Nicephorus because it was obvious Manuel was not the best possible heir; there was another group that supported this decision hoping the son of the despot would be more tolerant than his father. And of course the policy was never so simple: probably there were other reasons that remained secret for Kosmas. Romanus supported the faction for Manuel: Romanus claimed he was a good friend of Nicephorus and knew him well. Nicephorus, he had said, was a wise man, who would never make such a serious mistake. Probably, Romanus had added, he had still loved his son. Kosmas had agreed with him: he knew very well the parents could forgive almost anything (if not everything) to their children. And now they were talking about another disputable topic: about the new status of Constantine. This afternoon emissaries from Constantinople declared the Emperor allowed Constantine to substitute for Nicephorus until a new governor is appointed by the emperor if something unexpected happens. Constantine was popular amongst the low class citizens and minor nobility because he had done a lot to revive the economy of the province and he had reduced the corruption in the region. And also the attempts of separationism. Furthermore the burden of the taxes here in Morea was better than anywhere else in the Empire. On the other hand large part of the nobility was against him: he was not born nobleman and was a follower of the emperor’s policy that was not very generous to the nobility. The Italian merchants did not like him too: mainly because he tolerated the local craftsmen. However it was also true that most of the nobleman did support him this afternoon which really surprised Kosmas.

‘Kosmas, you told me some time ago you were going to Constantine. Please tell him I am really happy for him. He is now a substitute of the despot and an owner of large pronoia. And he deserves it.’

Kosmas felt a relief. After all Romanus and he shared the same opinion. No collision here. Of course it was absolutely possible Romanus to be a skilful actor and to lie but Kosmas was not afraid of it too much. He was a man with reputation of a good physician and person who stays far from the intrigues of the court and the policy. He would tell him what he thought and let Romanus interpret it however he wants.

‘Yes, Constantine deserves it. As far as I know Morea had not had such a good steward since the reign of John the Second the Good who ruled two centuries ago. If he was a born a nobleman he would have taken the place of a governor not just temporary, until a new governor is appointed by the emperor, but until his death.’

Romanus smiled once again in his unique manner. The more time was passing the more Kosmas realized this was first a useful habit to hide his emotions behind and then, in rare occasions, it expressed his real emotions. It was not only the face that was disturbing but the whole person was full with secrets.

‘Yes unfortunately he is not born nobleman. But it is possible to make him a high ranked clerk. Why not as a helper to the eparch of Constantinople’ Another smile of Romanus…

‘You know it is not going to be easy. The eparch had a great power and the responsibility of his potential right hand is really big - ’

‘You think Constantine won’t cope with the responsibility?’

Kosmas did not like this question. After all he was a friend of Constantine and he did not want the abilities of Constantine to be underestimated. He knew very well Constantine was excellent steward. He felt a little irritated.

‘Not of course, Romanus. But the position of the governor of Constantinople and his potential right hand is much more policy than economy –‘

‘Oh yes,’ Romanus smiled ‘the uncrowned emperor’.’ He laughed. Then he became very serious. ‘I know it very well. After all my cousin Manuel Philantropenus is a logothete. I know it won’t be easy and I do not guarantee anything. ’ Kosmas read an irritation in his voice. Obviously he did not want to look as a fool. And then when Kosmas wondered if he offended him he laughed. Probably he also thought he had gone too far. ‘But do not worry we will find a good place for this second Nicephorus. ‘He thought it was quite funny. A ‘second Nicephorus’ in this situation suggested a great man, a skilful politician or at least , as Kosmas thought it was the case, a very skilful man in his work. But somehow he could not laugh. He could not even smile. And it was not only because Nicephorus was dead and his memory should be respected. The name of Nicephorus had another meaning – fear and even death.

Suddenly the smile disappeared from Romanus’ face. Romanus had realized his mistake. Then another but sad smile appeared on his face. ’ I still can not believe Nicephorus is dead. He was a great man.’ And he looked aside as to hide his grief. Probably he stared at the window watching the dying day. For the first time of the whole conversation it was the silence that ruled the conversation. And Kosmas felt heaviness in his heart. Surprisingly he felt pity for this man. His mask of always happy man had cracked. He showed his grief. But was it only to show another mask of his? After all he was a man from the court and Kosmas had seen how fake its deep grief was. Tears. These tears should demonstrate how distraught you are because of the man who had died. And all should believe to these tears. Tears that had to wash your hands from the blood of the man you were crying for. And not because you himself had killed him. No, they are covered with blood because you had hired an assassin to kill him before you, on the street, and you just wanted to check if he was really dying. And although you are happy you should cry.

Then Romanus turned and looked at Kosmas. Yes, there was not a single trace of the previous happy mask. Probably another sad mask… Was it easy to live in a fake world? It was not. And he felt pity for this man. Suddenly Romanus said, ‘I should go. It is dark now. I need time to be with myself before the meeting in the herb store. ‘It was enough. It was the end of the conversation but Kosmas felt it was about to begin in his heart. They hugged and something unexpected happen: Romanus whispered horrible words in his ear,’ the spider has started his web. And he was not the only one who does it. ‘Then Romanus hugged him so hard it was difficult for Kosmas to breathe ‘Do not trust anybody, Kosmas!’ Kosmas tried to free from the Romanus’ grip but the aristocrat was far younger than him and far stronger, ‘Anybody! ‘And then he let Kosmas be free. Kosmas was gasping. He felt fear for himself. It was dark despite the torches. He needed a light but he saw the red sky. He closed his eyes. Slowly he overcame the panic. And then the questions rose. For the first time in his life he had felt so great fear. Then he was not the physician ready to sacrifice for his patient whoever he was. He was the human being who was completely alone: without aim and duty, without friends and close people. Completely alone. He had faced the death, he had faced the loneliness. Once again he realized how difficult was the life in the court and it was not for him. Then he stared at the dark corridor lit by the scant light of the torches: Romanus had disappeared. Now the pity for this man was more distinctive than ever: it does not matter whether he was honest or not. He was a victim in the both cases. The problem was whether he realized it. And most probably he did. Kosmas had noticed his face of smiles; hе had heard the servants complaining from his insomnia. He had heard about the tragic death of his wife. Probably he was alone, without anybody. It was not so amusing he had never been seen with women since then: probably he felt a real grief for his wife. And of course people who hated him spread this gossip about being perverted. Most probably. It was just a supposal. But this man definitely needed help. And it was not Kosmas who could give it to him. He was just a physician. And maybe it was for good…

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I am back! ( eventually!)
I am sorry for the great delay. I spend far from my computer much time than I thought and some unexpected things happened ( like having no Internet ). I typed this as fast as I could and I’m really sorry it is not as big as I wanted. However I will type the new post as soon as I can. I will give only a small hint: something bad will happen to some characters. So sorry once again for the delay.

Finally I learned the spelling of Kosmas and Philantropenus. I will edit them in the posts above later.

I am tempted to give a small task to the readers (I hope there are still some around). I am interested in how the readers understand my story. Have you drawn any important conclusions from Kosmas’ point of view? Comparing Constantine point of view and this of Constantine could be very useful here. I would be interested to hear (err… to read) some conclusions. However send them by PM. I do not want the readers to influence each other.

[edyzmedieval]

Good good. You are progressing. Please continue.

[Prince Cobra]

I am working on my story. I still have some problems with my computer. There are a couple of other problems( real life ones) as well. However the problem that prevented me from posting at this particular moment is connected with the plot. Today I have started to edit the second part of 'The Criminals' chapter( in the last possible moment I rejected a crucial moment). It happens to me from time to time. It will take some time to correct it. Thanks for the patience.

More bad news: since I had just began to study in university it will be a little bit difficult for me to post every week. I will probably post once in two weeks or in the worst possible scenario - once in a month.

The good news: I am determined to improve my English and I had just began to read some books in English. At the same time I have planned reading some history books on the theme: Late Byzantium( 1204 - 1453).

[Prince Cobra]

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Kosmas reached the solar of Constantine . It was guarded by two guards who explained to him that Constantine was not there but in the main hall of the castle. Kosmas could not learn anything more because either the guards did not know or they were not allowed to speak.

As Kosmas walked away the words of Romanus were still echoing in his mind. Kosmas was trying to fight them down but they were still strong. It was true Constantine had saved his youngest child from the bandits; it was true there was a natural sympathy between them but it was also true in a day Constantine had gained great power and he had become a nobleman. What was more suspicious it seemed he had not made any effort in order to achieve this…

Low repeating sound interrupted Kosmas’ thoughts. Kosmas could hear small group of people approaching him and he hesitated for a moment but he turned back and headed towards the noises. The surprise had not distracted him but just on the opposite: it helped him think faster. He realized Constantine was more powerful than he had ever thought. He had probably planned many things: from winning the support of somebody close to the emperor to persuading the local noblemen to support him… The thought cast a chill over him...

In the following moment Kosmas saw two shadows coming out of the darkness and it was not difficult for Kosmas to recognize his friend Constantine. He knew he should be happy and spontaneous but he could not. He was confused instead.

‘I am sorry, ‘Constantine approached him. Although Constantine was trying to hide his tiredness, his voice revealed it. ’ I thought I‘ll finish earlier but-‘Constantine forced to smile. He did it so skillfully only person who knew him well would tell his smile was artificial. ‘I was wrong. But let’s go. We have not much time, ‘he added.

Kosmas smiled back because he did not want Constantine to suspect he was worried.

‘There is no problem, Constantine.’ An interesting idea came up to Kosmas’ mind. He smiled and added, ‘Probably, Kirr Constantine.’

Suddenly Constantine, who had just started walking, stopped. He laughed and put his left hand on his friend’s shoulder. ‘Come on, Kosmas, ‘Constantine continued with large smile. ‘Have some mercy, please. You have no idea what a burden this ‘Kirr’ is. ‘

Kosmas also smiled: Constantine had passed the test. At least he was the same man who liked to disregard formalities.

‘Is it so bad to be amongst the noblemen?’ Kosmas said

The smile slowly disappeared from Constantine’s face. He came closer to Kosmas which allowed Kosmas to take a closer look to his face. His mask had also cracked and Kosmas could see signs of the great burden Constantine might have had to endure. He realized how stupid he was: the advancement of Constantine was not a wonder but a result of very hard work. Yet the possible intrigues were not excluded but Kosmas’ attitude to his friend was improving.

‘Believe me, it is a real catastrophe and even worse, ‘Constantine forced to smile, ‘I do envy you. I speak seriously.’

Kosmas met his eyes. As always they were full of mystery but for the first time his look was so accessible. He read there not dignity and power but suffering and even sadness. Kosmas’ doubts were replaced by guilt and even by a little pity. He had not wanted to make Constantine suffer. However he also knew he would suffer for what was about to happen… Kosmas had a bad feeling.

‘It is time, my fiend. Romanus, George and the others are waiting.’ Constantine removed his hand from his shoulder but he did not answer anything. Kosmas looked at his eyes once again. He saw a sparkle. It seemed the news and the responsibility Constantine had to take helped Constantine overcome his exhaustion.

Kosmas understood the hint and continued, ‘I need your help. Bring John. ‘

‘I will, my friend. I have to go to the solar he is guarded. I want to see he is well.‘ Kosmas nodded. Constantine added, ‘I need your help, too. Please wait for me until I come back, Kosmas.’

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The mice had been found dead. He saw it when they moved the bottles and other hints outside the herb storage room. Consequently - Kosmas could not finish. He had heard much about Manuel’s irresponsibility and his ‘feats’ with various whores but he did not believe Manuel could do such a crime. First he was Doukas, second Constantine, who was the mentor of Nicephorus’ children, was absolutely sure Manuel could not harm his father, third Kosmas had seen Manuel several times and Manuel did not just look like - Contrary to all expectations of Kosmas and Constantine Manuel was a murderer, a parricide. It meant the boy was doomed and his decapitation was a matter of time. Poor boy, Kosmas thought, you were not a murderer. He knew somebody had poisoned your mind. But was Manuel really guilty? What was behind the accident with the unknown drunkard? A clumsy attempt of assassination? After all the ' assassin' was drunk, he was smelling of alchohol. Was it a coincidence?

Constantine, Kosmas was sure, was also suffering. The steward had never married, he had probably never had children but he felt the Nicephorus’ family like his own. Kosmas was absolutely sure in all this. He did not look at Constantine, who was close to him. Why should he observe Constantine? It was impossible to read the face of the steward when he wanted to hide his feelings. Probably he would meet the death in the same way: showing no emotions but dignity and power… Kosmas knew his friend well and it was more than thousands of looks.


John, who was also present in the herb storage room, was different. He was spontaneous and it was not very difficult to read his emotions. Now he was about to panic. His hands and legs were trembling, his covered with bruises and scratches face expressed a mortal fear. There was not a single trace left from the respected physician whom Nicephorus had trusted to. Put in chains and well guarded by four guards he was a wretched prisoner. John was a rival of Kosmas and Kosmas was absolutely sure his opponent would relish his defeat. Yet he felt pity for John: the physician of Nicephorus was doomed.

Few people knew it and except for several guards they were the only people present here –Constantine, Romanus, George and him. They had entered into the herb storage house and had seen the dead mice; then Constantine had found what was supposed to be the medicine John had used for Nicephorus; then Kosmas had examined it. The medicine contained a piece of clay item, which Kosmas found out to have broken off the not-broken bottle from the Manuel’s solar. It meant John was an accessory of Manuel which was certain death - If not worse because the investigator, whoever would be, would want to learn more about the plot. And there was a very certain way to wring a confession: torturing… Poor John: he did not have a slightest idea what his fate would be. Probably he had just a bad feeling which was the plan of Constantine. John should not know and he should show the medicine he used to ‘heal’ Nicephorus. ‘Thus’, Constantine had explained, ‘we would be sure John is a traitor’…

‘ John,’ Constantine had started, ‘ show us the medicine you used for Nicephorus.’ The voice of Constantine was calm with the little imperiousness obligatory for the case. Kosmas was surprised how convincing Constantine was; if he had been John he would have believed him thinking this man believed in his innocence. Once again Kosmas felt fear of his friend and once again he calmed himself down. No reason to worry, Kosmas thought, it was a matter of perception. You, Kosmas, are his friend, you would always believe him. Look John: he was still fearing of Constantine. John just did not believe him; consequently he was not as a skillful liar as I thought in the beginning.

Yet John obeyed Constantine’s will. He did not probably want to challenge the temporary governor: he was too vulnerable for this. Instead he moved slowly towards the table accompanied by his guards. The only sound that could be heard was the clink produced by John’s chains. All in the room were silent expecting something bad to happen. Kosmas felt the same: people like Nicephorus should never die in a silent way and alone especially when murdered; somebody should follow them and it was probably John who had this fate. John did look like he had met the Death: pale, silent, feared, trembling…and alone. John reached the table surrounded by the guards, ready to catch him if the things went wrong. Romanus, Constantine and he were at safe distance; George was an exception: he was a skilled bodyguard and he was closer to John than the other ‘guests’.


Kosmas heard the voice of Constantine again, ‘ John, put the medicine on the table, please.’

Obviously John was too confused to do anything without being told. Constantine had tried to remind him what he was expected to do but there was no result. John was staring at the floor and did not give any hint he had heard Constantine’s ‘request’. Constantine had to repeat it once more time until John heard him. He slowly turned back and tried to take something out of the lower shelves. A shiver went down Kosmas’ back. He remembered Constantine had found the medicine in one of them – Kosmas was startled by John, who had just crashed a clay cup by accident. Nicephorus’ physician produced a low cry surprised by the crash himself. He instinctively stared at Constantine with eyes expressing fear. Kosmas expected John would show his weakness, will ask for mercy and will lick Constantine’s boots but he did just the opposite: he met the eyes of Constantine. Kosmas felt how the hatred was gaining power in John’s mind, how his sight was changing. Now it was a sight full with despair, the sight of somebody, who had lost everything but was ready to fight for revenge. This sight had concentrated all of John’s life power and it was really horrifying. Kosmas could not resist on it and looked at Constantine as to seek for support. What he saw did not ease him: Constantine looked more powerful than ever – invincible and unabashed by John’s misery. His straight body made Constantine look more impressive especially when compared with John who was standing stiff in a slightly bowed posture. Kosmas felt weak– he was between two great powers, between the chaos of the hatred and despair and the order of … the law. The fight between Constantine and John did not last for long: when few moments later Kosmas forced himself to look at John, the Nicephorus’ physician was staring at the floor. Constantine had won: he had the law behind himself but John had only his hatred and weakness.

‘ John, is there any problem?’ Constantine asked him. Kosmas remembered once again what he had heard from a skillful torturer he had healed years ago : any fit of weakness of the prisoner should be used in order his resistance to be crushed; he should not think of anything except for his miserable life; he should see his hope in his torturer and he should beg him for mercy. Then the torturer would receive the confession he needs. John was experiencing such a fit and Constantine was trying to use it. Probably Constantine realized John’s hatred is more powerful than his passion for life, the steward did not need neither his sympathy, nor his confession but the medicine.

After a short pause John answered, ‘ I - I can-n not find the medicine you want with the chains on my hands, Constantine !’ John started with an unconvincing, stammering and trembling voice but he overcame it and his last words were full with sarcasm. Once again the prisoner challenged the master of Morea.

However Kosmas was aware John was still fearing for his life and had not overcome his panic and it was Constantine who was the more powerful side. If someone else had been Constantine, he would show his power and order to punish John for not respecting the superiors. Instead the steward did not show any irritation and answered with a calm voice,

‘ Good. I believe you will not do anything foolish, John.’ He gave a sign to the guards with his hand and ordered ‘Remove the chains from his hands!’

Another moments of suspense. Kosmas heard the clinking sound of the chains once again. Eventually something heavy fell on the floor and the guards slowly moved back but continued to stand close to John. At this moment he heard a jingling armour very close to him. It should be the guards situated next to the ‘guests’, Kosmas thought, they are ready to interfere if something happened. Meanwhile John bowed and started to search the cup with the medicine. Eventually he took it out and put it on the table. Kosmas felt a chill going down his spine – it was the cup he had investigated!

Kosmas looked at Constantine expecting him to order the guards to catch the criminal. However Constantine did not do anything. The steward was waiting John to put the medicine on the table. However it seemed John had realized what was happening: he removed the lit and saw somebody had examined it. What followed happened too fast almost in a moment time…


A crashing sound followed. Somebody shouted ' Watch out!' He saw Constantine ducking down and then he heard the guard standing between John and Constantine screaming. John had thrown the cup with the poison at Constantine but he had hit the nearest guard in the face. The soldier put hands on his face and he fell on the ground screaming screaming While John was trying to fight with his guards Romanus was shouting something but Kosmas was so confused he could not distinct a single word of Romanus. A sudden noise came from the door and Kosmas turned back very fast. Some guards had stormed in the solar as well shouting. And then another sound of breaking clay cups… then a cry. Kosmas turned back once again and saw a horrible picture: John had been stabbed in the chest by the blade of one of the guards and had collapsed on the floor. The death of John was unbearable sight. The Nicephorus’ physician was writhing in his own blood and it seemed he was trying to scream. However there was not a single word that came from his mouth filling with blood but gurgling and bubbling. Moreover the eyes of John were looking at him as he wanted somebody to stop his agony once and for all. Eventually after a long hesitation the guard who had stabbed him did it. But it was little comfort for all the present in the room: the blinded guard continued screaming because of the unbearable pain the poison caused. He was not as lucky as John – his death agony continued three days.

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Eventually I am ready. This is one of the scenes I have made big changes. The old scenario just lacked logic. Although it is not perfect at all I think it is far better esp. when compared to the previous one. I think it is high time to stop with the Kosmas' point of view. I hope it was interesting but I should move back to the main characters ( however sometimes I will switch to minor characters so do not worry ). I think I have done a good work: John is dead( nothing personal but... ). Now it is time for rest - time for sleeping.

[Ludens]

Another interesting chapter, Stephen Asen. The pace and tension might be improved by explaining less, but all in all it is well done. However, I think the assumption of Manuel's guilt is rather tennuous, as Manuel himself has been poisoned as well. Why aren't they investigating that?

[Prince Cobra]

Another interesting chapter, Stephen Asen. The pace and tension might be improved by explaining less, but all in all it is well done. However, I think the assumption of Manuel's guilt is rather tennuous, as Manuel himself has been poisoned as well. Why aren't they investigating that?

It is not so amusing. Manuel is notorious with his bad habbits. In the beginning all were indignant to his behaviour. However later they got used to it and they expected everything from Manuel (including taking drugs). Although Kosmas did not believe Manuel to be a murderer, he was not exception. After all Byzantium is an Eastern country and the opiates could be bought there( Edited:I mean in the Middle ages).

The quantity of oppiate was not enough to kill Manuel but the falling from the horse was really dangerous. If somebody had wanted to kill him, he or she would have used a real poison instead.

Of course some investigation had been done as you may see in the next chapter called 'The World of the Heteras' but it had not changed anything. At least for Manuel...

Ludens, I will have in mind your advise about the tension. Thanks!

[Prince Cobra]

Attention: Editing

I have made a survey on the herbs and esp on the opium. I found some really interesting things. The opium was one of the oldest drugs known in Eurasia. It was used by the Romans, the Chinese, the Indians ( in India). He was used by the Muslims as well esp. by the hashishins. The Christian Europe did not know him very well in the Middle ages. It was known as a medicine but the addiction it caused was not well known (esp. in Europe). Actually the opium was not very wide-spread in Europe and even in the Muslim world. The addiction problem came after XVIth century when the opium was getting more and more popular. Actually in XIXth century 10% of the Chinese population were addicted to it (!).

I also found some rulers taking opium. Ismail II, shah of Persia, died of drugs few years after he won the civil war against his brothers. To win a whole empire but to die because of drugs: this is really an irony.

About my story. Consequently the opium should be removed which resulted in some important changes. Actually I think it made the story even more interesting. The plot is not really changed although it seemed to be. Actually it is the same if not better: I expressed some things even better than before.

Here where I made my corrections.

Post #10. I have not made changes only in the second part (you know the mysterious guest; when Nicephorus was found death; and the horse without Manuel)

Post #16 I changed only the first paragraph of the second part ( the thoughts of Kosmas when he was reflecting on the fate of Manuel). Actually I added the doubts of Kosmas (thanks to Ludens who paid special attention to this ). However it does not change the things for Manuel: the proofs against him are strong.

As you may see the changes are not so radical. Just a little improvement.

Probably you are interested in my next update. I promise it will be interesting. Unfortunately I have not much time to think on it. But it is started and I hope it will be finished soon.

[Prince Cobra]

The story is progressing and the new update will come very soon. Sorry once again for the delayal.

[Ludens]

Take your time, Stephen.

[Prince Cobra]

II.The World of the Heteras

Helena closed the door of her solar. She had one of the most exciting nights of her life. She was sleepy, she was exhausted and she could not sleep but she was happy. She was happy she had won her battle. The battle of her life. Years and years she was fighting with Manuel’s nightmares and vices for making Manuel better and for spinning him in the subtle web of their love and their passion. She had won. She slowly moved towards the bed still giving out the the aroma of their bodies and sprawled onto it. She buried her head in the cushion and continued her thoughts. Victory… Was it a real one or it was just one of the illusions common for the daughters of Eve – the dream of changing their lover into a better one. It was true it was true Manuel was not drunk this time, it was true he had not been with whores soon but does it mean he had changed… Probably her joy came too early: these were the results of the hard work but she was sure Manuel continued to live with his nightmares and fears. And these were really horrible one, so horrible few people could overcome them. She knew Manuel was not weak: just on the opposite - he was really strong man who was born on the worst possible place. His family was full of secrets that could cost your life and it was not difficult to imagine why Manuel had became drunkard and whoremonger. These were great vices for a pious society like the Roman one and it was not surprise that Manuel was even more of leper than his father. Helena turned on her back and stared at the ceiling. Actually it was his vices that saved him: they distracted him, they made him forget and they led him to her. She was not a selfish bitch like Clyo: she did not believe she was the only one in this world but she was sure she was the only one who prevented Manuel from falling in the abyss of despair and selfdestruction. His family which had to support him did just the opposite: it even seemed his father Nicephorus wanted Manuel dead. And he had chosen the most horrible way: slowly to help his son in his self-distruction. It was a hard fight but she had started it. She was barely sixteen-year-old girl then, actually a suitable age for a marriage if she was not a hetera – a member of the respected class of courtesans in the Empire. She knew it was dangerous to start this war but she had to : she loved Manuel and he could not let her love die in a very miserable way –

Helena heard a familiar voices outside. She was sure one of them was of Theodore - an innkeeper and also owner of a house where the heteras lived. But it was not his voice that attracted her attention: there was something more. Someone important was coming. Few people were so noisily welcomed to the house and by Theodore himself. She rose her head from the bed and forced her senses. Still nothing. Who on earth had come? Probably she knew but she was not sure. Helena rose on her feets and approach the window which shutters were opened. Constantine was not alone: she recognized several guards from the garrison around. He and Theodore were behaving in a friendly, respecting each other way but she knew it was a pure play: Theodore hated Constantine and vice versa. But they had to work with each other since the inn and this house were Nicephorus’ property and they both were serving him. Speaking of Constantine he was one of the most mysterious persons around: this man could hide his secrets very well and to hide in the shadow of Nicephorus very, very well. She could not say more but one was for sure he was definately more than a steward and a mere servant of his superiors.

Damned it! They were speaking too low to be overheard. It was not just the fact Helena was inquisitive – she knew every single word could be very important. She had to know what was going on. Of course she would learn after an hour or two but probably she had to act now . Why on earth had Manuel never learnt how to read by one’s lips? He may have learnt her as well! She knew she loved him but sometimes he was annoyingly awkward. Theodore and Constantine slowly moved towards the entrance of house talking to each other and eventually disappeared from Helena’s sight. Several guards that accompanied them also followed them. She knew the name of one of them very, very well: Matthew. Good person, the perfect servant and warrior, his loyalty was out of question. In a word: he was not very interesting but he hinted something very important about Constantine - he knew people well. The hetera had to decide what to do; staying in her room, waiting for something interesting to happen or joining Theodore and Constantine. The latter was dangerous – she detested Constantine and she was not very sure if she would stay calm enough. But the first was just not in her way – she was not the kind of damsel waiting for her saviour. She went to the table and took the small box she kept her jewelry in. These were very expensive in the time of poverty and wars and she did not have many . But they were enough. She took a ear-rings and a necklace and put them on herself. She looked at the mirror – she was beautiful indeed. She did not need more: sometimes the plainness was more efficient than the pomp.

She was almost ready with her toilette when somebody knocked on the door. She rose from her chair to welcome the visitor whoever he was. She should look as powerful as she could because she was not just a women but the mistress of this house, the mistress of this city and why not the mistress of the region. ‘ Come in ’ The door opened. It was Maria, the maid and the pupil of Helena.

‘ Kirra Helena, ’ the girl said gasping for breath, ‘ I have news for you Kirra Helena. ‘ The girl had been running up the stairs – something absolutely unsuitable for hetera. Helena knew the girl should be told once again not to do this anymore. But only a fool would do it now– obviously Irene had some important information.

The girl closed the door behind and added,

‘ Kirra Helena, the master Nicephorus Doukas is dead and Kirra Clyo had fallen in the well of the house and drowned and the master Manuel had an accident –‘ The dirl gasped for breath once again, ‘ He had been attacked and – his life is still in danger’

‘ What!’ Helena could not believe her ears. She was shocked. ‘ Whom did you hear from?’

‘ I – ‘ the girl blushed, ‘ I heard Kirr Constantine asking the master Theodore for Clyo, Theodore told she died – ‘

‘ No, Maria, who told you about Manuel?’

‘ Kirra Helena – ‘ the girl blushed even more, ‘ I overhe - , I mean heard Kirr Constantine saying it to Theodore – Theodore invited him into the house and Constantine accepted the invitation and now they are moving up the stairs. I suppose they are headed for the Clyo’s solar. ‘

‘ Very well, Maria,’ Helena looked at her - this inquisitive eyes, this sharp mind and this disobedience that was the reason she liked her so much. There was something that resembled her when she was her age. She gave her a copper coin and added with a little forced smile ‘ You are clever girl, Maria.’ Then the smile disappeared and she continued, ‘ But it is not good for a hetera to run up the stairs and to overhear what the adults are sharing each other. ’ Another lie she had learned from her mentor Ephrosyna – actually the hetera should know everything . But she knew what was forbidden was even more attractive. And she was sure Irene would continue to do this. Just like her when she was at her age. Distant memories of time that would never come back. Then she, the small Helena, dreamed to become an adult, a real hetera, then she thought everything was so simple, that her adulthood would put the end of the dangerous world around. At that time she had not realized the most dangerous time was about to come; that she would fall in love with the most unsuitable man around and that she would face his demons -

Helena heard how Maria opened and closed the door behind. The time of the memories and childhood had passed. It was time for her to act. Constantine was coming. The girl was right : he would attend the Clyo’s solar. But he would also meet her – he was not interested neither in her beauty, nor in her mind but a murder had happened and she might be examined. And since she was the most respected hetera in the house and even in the city it would not attract any attention. She was talking with many respected and powerful men and it would seem Constantine was one of her guests. Nothing suspicious. Of course some people would realise what was happening but they also knew Constantine was the most trusted man of Nicephorus, the man who protected the inn and the house from the law. Nothing dangerous.

Helena could distinguish the harsh voice of Theodore, full with local diallects and another one, polite and calm. They were getting louder and louder. Helena slowly walked towards the door and opened it. Then she slowly went out of the room and closed the door behind without producing even a slightest noise. She should be ellegant, magnificent, perfect, looking beautiful like an angel and defying and seducing like a devil. She knew men liked that. And Constantine was a man. She, Helena, knew them well, she knew they were weak and she perfectly knew how to manipulate the men. Constantine seemed to be an interesting exception but he also had its weakness. One day she would find it .

She saw a familiar face then : Matthew appeared from the corner followed by another guard. This meant, Helena thought, Constantine and Theodore were coming. At the moment she saw Constantine he was listening Theodore very carefully. It was quite extraordinary to see the innkeeper giving explanation to anybody so in other circumstances the scene would have been funny for Helena. But what Helena felt was definitely far from happy feelings.

‘ Kirra Helena, what a pleasure to meet you! ‘ Helena met the cold blue eyes of Constantine. She realized nobody but Constantine was talking now and all were looking at her. ‘ It is good there is somebody who can show us the world is not only intrigues and death.’ The latter words were said by Constantine with a voice expressing his gloomy mood suitable for the case . Helena knew the word suitable was the best: Constantine did always what he had to do, felt what he had to feel. Probably he did grieve for his master and patron but it was also possible he felt nothing for him. This man was a real mystery. If she had not been familiar with the men’s feelings she would have wondered whether the ‘steward’ had feelings at all.

Helena skilfully smiled, ‘ You, the men, are always busy with intrigues and death. Sometimes I do wonder why you are so blind for the beauty around. ‘

‘ Kirr Constantine, ‘ Theodore interfered, ‘ you know our Helena and her everlasting struggles with the men.’ The innkeeper looked at her and she read a severe criticism in his eyes.

‘ No, Kirr Theodore. Your house is really notable with this beautiful creature’ Constantine had just climbed up the stairs. ‘ Especially in the dangerous world around,’ he added gloomy.

‘ Kirr Constantine, I am flattered by your compliments and I am ready to do everything to make you feel better.’ Like putting poison in his wine.

‘ Thank you, Kirra Helena but I am busy with more important things. Too many things have happened.’ Constantine met her eyes once again. It was hard for her to withstand to the sharp sight of the ‘steward ‘ but the hatred she felt for Constantine helped her. She would never kneel before him. Never.

‘ I beg to be excused, Kirra Helena,’ Constantine finally said and moved on. Seeing him walking away followed by his guards and Theodore she felt she had won this battle. Yet she wondered whether she had gone too far.

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Officially Constantine was observing the property of his master but it was clear he was investigating the death of Clyo. Helena knew she had to understand what Constantine and Theodore was doing in the solar of Clyo. She had to know more details about what happened with Manuel. But she really did not know how to achieve this. Two guards were standing in front of the door and it was impossible to overhear what was happening inside. And what was worse she knew nobody else could tell her something more. Constantine was not a fool.

She carefully considered the various options and she really could not find any way to achieve her goal. Seducing the guards was foolish because Constantine had chosen the most loyal guards around to accompany him. In addition it would make Theodore even more furious – she had stepped out of the line and had defied Constantine something she had been warned not to do. The walls were to thick and she was absolutely sure the window shutters had been closed. She was not the kind of people that used to give up but now she had no other choice. The only comfort she had was that sooner or later she would learn what was happening in the solar. But it was exactly the time that was important here.

She decided to go to the first floor to see what was happening there. Probably she would learn some more information. Meanwhile her mind was busy with another persistent thought. Manuel. Was his life in danger? Probably it was. Manuel was just the opposite of his father – the first one was a paranoid who had been always surrounded by spies and loyal guards but the second did not care about his safety and had made several attempts to fool his guards and a few of them succesful. He was absolutely irresponsible and she had much work on him. However her time was over – Manuel had to take over the heritage of his father and to replace him but she really doubted Manuel was a capable leader –

Something she had not planned happened. She saw Christopher, one of the most trusted friends of Theodore. He was a skilled warrior and famous for his bad temper when angered, consequently he was respected by most of the visitors of the inn of Theodore. What was worse she was completely alone in the corridor. He walked towards Helena.

Helena hated him. He was rude, if not sadistic, a man without any shame or restrictions, an assassin. She was sure he was; he was an assassin in service of Nicephorus. She clearly remembered that gloomy autumn day ten years ago when he was speaking with Theodore - Then he was twenty-year old and now he was thirty- year-old but Helena could not see any difference: his eyes expressed the same savage power, his beard and black hair were in the same negligent manner. She was watching any of his movements and they all revealed one thing – the fact he wanted to taste her flesh. He wanted to treat her like a common prostitute, like a whore while she was something really far from this. But for Christopher all the women were the same - creatures that had no other purpose but to bring him the pleasure his body needed. Finally he came close enough to start a conversation.

‘ Helena, what a pleasant surprise! ‘ He smiled in a extremely arrogant manner but his eyes were looking her neck and breasts. ‘ What are you doing I suppose you miss me?’

‘ You are very wrong, Christopher. You are the last one I wanted to see. ‘ Helena wanted to turn his back on him and to get out of the place but she knew she would make the things worse. He would follow her but she would show herself weak. ‘ Could you stare at something else than my breasts, Christopher?’

Finally Christopher looked up. She met his eyes but there was not a single trace of shame. Only lewdness. ‘ I am sorry beautiful Helena And what do you expect from a man, beautiful Helena? To stare at your eyes?’ He smiled wryly. ‘ It’s true your eyes are beautiful but there are really more beautiful parts of your body.’ He showed with his eyes which parts he meant but this time he looked up once again. ‘ Helena, when will you grow up? What do you think your prince Manuel is interested in? Not in your mind, dear’

‘ Be careful, Christopher. I am not going to tolerate your behaviour. I will inform Theodore that – ‘

‘ No, Helena , you won’t.’ While talking Christopher was coming closer and closer to her. ’You won’t change anything. Theodore is busy with more important things. And I do not want to harm you. You should know it. The only thing I want is your benevolence ‘ She met his green eyes and saw the same savage passion. She did not say anything and Christopher continued, ‘ Helena, open your eyes. I know you love Manuel but I know he does not care about you. I see how you are humiliating yourself licking his boots. ‘

‘ You are wrong, Christopher. ‘ She tried to look absolutely unmoved.

‘ No, Helena. You should listen to me. Do you know what has happened this morning. Manuel was attacked by a man obviously drunk. ‘Helena could feel his breath. ‘ Helena, he had gone to one of the best prostitutes in Ephesus. ‘ Helena heard her blood chilling. But probably there was some explanation. There must be. She needed time to consider it but Christopher do not let her do it. ‘ Helena, she is a proffessional whore but she is a prostitute. Probably Manuel promised you the sky and why not to marry you. ‘ Christopher smiled with his arrogant smile. He bend on his left hand on the wall behind Helena. ‘ Am I right?’

She looked at his eyes.

‘ No, he did not’

‘ It does not matter, Helena.’ Suddenly the smile disappeared from Christopher’s face as to show he felt pity for her. Then he smiled once again ’ I have heard him claiming he loves you and I know you feel the same, Helena’ He came closer and added with very low voice, ‘ He does not love you, you are just his toy, a pleasure girl. Not even a hetera. ‘

She hated Christopher she wanted to hit him, to make him scream but she did not. If she did it, she would show her weakness and her defeat. She also smiled,

‘ Then, Christopher, he is my pleasure boy, too.’ She had managed to suppress her emotions and her voice sounded a bit impish like she took everything as a pleasant joke.

Christopher was surprised but he stroke once again, ‘ I hope so, Helena. Because one day he will be tired of you and then you will be completely alone. ‘ He came closer to her and whispered in her ear, ‘ Then you will need me. In the same way I need you now. ‘ Helena beared everything without moving a muscle. She had to. But he continued, ‘ If you trust me, I’ll never betray you. And you will not feel sorry. And what is more, Helena, I can keep a secret. ’

‘ Please finish, Christopher. ‘ she said with a loud and cold voice. ‘ I am busy’ She pushed Christopher back and made a large artificial smile. Christopher added but there was not a single trace of his smile, ‘ Helena, my proposal is still on. If you change your mind, you know where to find me’ Then he turned back and walked away.
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Finally ready with this update. I would like to hear some comments and criticism

[Prince Cobra]

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Theodore got off his horse and the servants rushed to help him. He was a bald man in his fifties and also fat and short with short beard and bald. Helena knew there was a time he was strong and athletic man who had been a master of the sword and mace and had been a member of a brigand band. However now he was a peaceful innkeeper, pimp and a patron of hetera house in Mistra – relatively fair occupations. He looked up and saw her, Helena, observing him from the widely opened window of her solar. Then he continued to waddling his way. Helena knew it would be better for her to meet him before he came in her room: she would surprise him and would show her respect and obedience to him. She went out of her room and slowly went down the stairs towards the first floor…
Theodore was about to finish his conversation with one of the guards of the building when he saw her.

‘ Very well, ‘ she heard him saying to the guard and let him free without even looking at him. ‘ Helena, it is better to come with me into my room. We have much to talk.’ The words of Theodore were said with an extremely harsh and strict voice that resembled unpleasant scene she witnessed years ago how he had thrashed another hetera in that very room. Poor woman had lost her left eye for her mistake. It was a horrible scene especially for a seven-year-old girl. Helena smiled,

‘ Yes, Theodore’

She turned back and started climbing the stairs and meanwhile she was thinking what to do in order to calm Theodore’s anger. She knew the innkeeper had a special sympathy, almost a parental one for her so she thought her life and beauty were out of danger. Theodore had never hurt her, which was really remarkable for a person like him. The only thing Helena had to do was to use her beauty and exploit the Theodore’s feelings. Now she was on the second floor waiting for Theodore who was moving slowly and was gasping for air up the stairs. She decided to wait for him since she could not enter in his solar without his key and because she wanted to consider some facts. Then another thought stroke her. Theodore was still dangerous and still had a passion for women.

Theodore climbed up the stairs and unlocked his door and he opened the door of his solar. The unpleasant smell of unaired room struck her. He smiled to Helena and using his hand he gave her a sign to enter, ’ Come in, Helena’ Helena obeyed and entered. Theodore sat on his chair but did not invited her to do so. He looked at her and she read severe criticism in his brown eyes.

She could feel how Theodore was getting more and more nervous and angrier. ‘ Helena, many years ago I told you to be careful with Constantine . I thought you were learning from the mistakes of the others.’ He looked at her once again and once again he moved his sight on the closed door. ‘ I thought you were smarter, you were different.’ Then she met his eyes, eyes burning with an anger and something unclear that used to make her fear Theodore. And yet she felt his mood, knew what he would do. Probably he was trying to play a role, to make her fear and obey. And she would but not because she felt it but because she would also play her role.

‘ Helena, I think you know the delicate position we are in. Our master and protector Nicephorus Doukas is dead and Clyo died in an accident yesterday night. You deserved to be thrashed within an inch of your life and I could just have left you on the mercy of the man you had challenged – Helena, how would you explain your behaviour?’ She felt his voice was getting calmer and calmer but his anger more and more forced. But it was still strong and she could not afford any mistake. It was time to use her secret weapon – the Theodore’s hatred for the ‘steward’.

‘ I am sorry, Theodore. I made mistake. ‘ She looked at him with a sight that hinting a slight sadness. And yet she preserved the flames in her eyes and in order to show that she would respect Constantine because of him, her master Theodore. She wanted Theodore to remember when everything began; to remember why she hated Constantine and who Constantine was.

Probably it helped but she was not very sure. He knew her well and probably he knew she felt no sorry for her mistake, that one day she would repeat it. But he might be busy with more important things than trying to achieve one chimera. Everything was in the hands of Our Lord, she was sure he had thought. But had Our Lord not helped to Theodore to save his life that night when a group of Frankish knights ambushed his gang? ‘ Good, Helena, I hope you got lucky this time,’ Theodore said. Finally his anger had disappeared but it was replaced by something else. Helena wondered what exactly it was. She learned very soon what had changed Theodore. ‘ But not entirely, ‘ he added. He stood up. He approached her and said drily, ‘Get rid of this rags, Helena!’ He showed with his sight her clothes. Helena was bewildered and could not make a single movement. She thought she knew the men and especially this one but now she realized she found out to be wrong.

‘ Helena, I am a busy man and I’m short of time’ He became once again nervous. She knew she should not defy him but she could not force herself to do it. She thought she was a special one, different from the others, like Clyo, who Theodore used as a mean for satisfying his body needs. And what about his parental feelings?

‘ I can not wait for ages, Helena, ‘ Theodore smiled. Finally Helena started removing her clothes with her hands trembling and her mind working. Why now? She stopped paying attention to what Theodore was talking to her and she was thinking. It was because of Manuel. Before she was the lover of the son of Nicephorus and nobody dared to touch her. But now he was weak, lying helpless in the citadel of the city. He could not defend her. Or at least his name, the name of the Doukas, could not defend her. Such a paradox – But there was no time for irony. Manuel’s name could not defend her no more. It meant either the Nicephorus’ son had been disinherited by his father or he was – dead. No, even in this case she will not show her weakness because she had to learn what had happened to take revenge for Manuel. She would fight either for her love or for a revenge. But she would fight. She would kill if she had to -

‘ Everything Helena, Everything. ‘ Helena realized only a large long shirt had left on her body. All her other clothes were lying in a pile next to her feet. She met the eyes of Theodore and she could hardly keep her temper . She knew this man knew her well and she knew he would learn she was furious. And what would follow would be no better: either he would get angrier or which was worse he might like her loss of temper. She had to control the situation.

Now she was completely naked standing before her pimp and master. Before the man who had bred her and before the man she thought he felt her like a daughter. Now this man was observing her with a sight full with adoration and passion. He was silent. He was relishing the moment. After a long pause he added with a calm voice, revealing his pleasure.

‘Helena, at the time I found you before the door of mine inn, I knew you would become such a beautiful creature.’ Speaking he was going around her and was observing her first her breasts but now her back. ‘ But I never dared to think I would rose such a beauty like you, Helena. So perfect and without a single scar or imperfection!’ Helena had closed her eyes expecting Theodore to deliver the final blow. She could hear his heavy steps, his difficult breathing. She had visions of being in the dirty hands of the innkeeper, feeling his disgusting breath and smelling his greasy body.

‘Very good! Now I really know how Manuel feels. Or how he felt! ’ Helena opened her eyes ready to meet the truth. But Theodore slowed it down ‘ So beautiful Helena, such a pity you could not keep our mouth shut and your eyes staring at the floor. Such a pity. But I will deal with your character later. Now I am busy. Busy with you, Helena’ She could hear him walking back

She herself did not know what she felt for Theodore: whether she needed him, whether she feared him, whether she respected him, whether she was disgusted of him, whether she hated him or she was grateful to. He had hired a tutors to her, learned her how to read and even write, how to rule the men’s heart but he had doomed her to loneliness and corruption. She knew this was her life, her world and yet she hoped to get out of it, to find her proper place outside of it. It was her dream and she knew it would be very hard if not impossible to achieve this. He chances were low but the goal worth trying. But if it were not for Theodore would she be alive would she live in her world amongst men’s dreams and desires? If it were not for Theodore she would have been already dead or what was worse living like a wretched whore in a sordid brothel. But Theodore did not have the right to treat her as a second class person. Not her!

‘ Helena, Manuel can no longer protect you. ‘ She heard the voice of Theodore behind her. The innkeeper was coming closer to her.
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I've been trying to make some system of posting. But somehow I could not type everything I planned. Hope with the time everything gets better. If I have the luck I'll do the next update during the week (well, I am going to mention it would be about assassins). What is more important I am seriously considering of changing the historical background. Fortunately I don't have to change anything connected with the characters and the main intrigue. It would be more important in the following scenes but so far nothing would change. The main changes would be in the fact that Nicephorus would be not a governor of Ephesus but a despot of Morea (Pelloponesus where the action would take place; more concrete the city of Mistra) and the background would be truly historical ( Byzantium is in a decline and the Turkish conquest of Minor Asia is taking place; I considered the period is interesting enough to change it). but everything else is the same - the idea of the patriarch and a puppet master will not change; so won't the story about the murder of Nicephorus and everything else connected with Manuel, Helena and Constantine and also Alexius ( who will have fighted with the Turks as in the original plot). probably the only significant change would be the fact that Michael Cantacuzenus, the enemy of Nicephorus will not be present in Morea (too far of Constantinople) but will have sent his most trusted man Demetrius Raoul. Well, probably the story will start from 1314 or 1316, I still do not know. Anyway, the story won't be changed in a significant way ( probably only the Prologue when Nicephorus reflects on the political situation; I planning to include some lines about what Nicephorus think about the Franks (the Western knights that rule Athens and Duchy of Achaia (remnants of the Latin Empire) and that are very close to Morea; and of course the map). As always I would enlist the edited paragraphs (which I promise are not going to be much). I think it would be better and finally my story would finish its evolution to more or less a historical novel . But it is just an idea so far, actually an idea I really enjoy.

[Prince Cobra]

I do hope better times are going to come for my story. I'll need a week to finish my next update.

[Prince Cobra]

His name was Richard. He had come in this God-cursed country because he had no place in his England. He came here seeking for easy money, for career for adventure,. The Greek Empire was in a deep crisis, their peasants were dying of famine, their craftsmen led to poverty but the mercenaries would ever be well paid. When they did not received what they wanted they just changed the side. And they could also serve to the Serbs or the local Western counts or the local Greek noblemen. It did not matter. They would receive their pay, they would receive what they wanted: adventures, fight, danger and … oblivion . Because he had lost everything he had ever loved and liked and wanted to forget about his past, about his land. England. Years ago he thought England would be his home forever that he would marry there, would fight for his king and family and would receive the glory every knight wanted. He had to flee from his country, to go aboard a Venetian ship and to meet his destiny. Or probably to avoid it.

He fighted for the Greek Emperor then for his enemies and now he was about to change his side once again. And in the worst possible way. He knew he should not, that it was unfair, and opposed everything he had been taught in his country. Obey your king, your liege and the Holy Roman Church. Now he was doing just the opposite – he was fighting for the schysmatics, got used to change his sides and was about to broke the law in the Empire. In a gloomy morning in Monemvasia when he was getting sober an unknown one-eyed man with cut nose came and proposed him to give him a large amount of money in exchange of a service. Probably the unknown had learnt about the power of the English bow and had also seen the small demonstration of its power made by Richard. Despite the headache, Richard learnt what kind of service exactly this man wanted. In other circumstances he would have declined but now the case was different – he was short of money and what was worse he needed to do something as to oppose himself. Because – This did not matter now.


He had accepted and now he was here in Mistra, waiting for the mediator to come. There was no reason for him to feel sorry for his coming here – the brothels here were good; the wine was also a decent one . In addition he witnessed a rare and significant event - the death of despot Nicephorus the Leprous. In many aspects it resembled the death of king, not just of a nobleman There were women that cried for him, lamenting the fact Pelloponesus would not be the same. But there were some that were happy about his death, he was sure.

But it did not matter. He did not care about anything. He waited for the unknown to come in this cursed room as it was appointed. He would do the job, receive the money and flee. Where? Somewhere on the Balkan Peninsula, in Sicily, Spain, Germany. Somewhere. He knew it was dangerous, that the man he had to kill was an important one. And it was dishonorable, beyond his dignity. And yet he agreed. Because his life was pointless.

He waited. The unknown was late. It was true he had received some advance and yet he did not want to drop this opportuntity. The opportunity to take a risk, to do something else than reflecting on his mysery…

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Half an hour later Richard realized the unknown would never come. Either he was dead or his master gave up from his intentions. To his greatest suprprise he felt better and it seemed a great burden had been relieved from him… He elbowed on the table and put his hands on his face and sighed. He had stayed out of a great mess and he had won another day of life. Useless life but life. And furthermore he still had the golden coins he had received. ‘This is the half of the sum,’ the unknown had said, ‘ the rest is after you do the job. ’ The job will not be done but he would keep the money and would spend them in the nearest brothel. Then he would wait and if nothing interesting happened he would go back to his Venetian merchant. Good days were going to come – But who was he trying to lie to? And he knew very well what he meant.

Suddenly as he woke from a dream. There was no place for emotions and dreams. He had to leave this damned place as soon as possible. He knew very well what happened to those involved in the mess of assassination. He opened the door and went down the stairs with fast pace.

However he did not realize that he was observed while leaving the inn.
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Very short. Actually the idea of publishing it came unexpected for me. I had so much work to do and really didn't plan to write it. Here I use the Mistra variant. I have decided to change my original idea and to put my characters into a more historical atmosphere. So Nicephorus is no more governor of Ephesus but a despot of Pelloponesus (look at my previous post). Definately promotion for him. As promised above I'll edit few paragraphs ( I think 4 in total; fortunately I still can afford this change) in order to make them suitable for this variant.

[Ludens]

I am glad to see you are still continuing this.

[Prince Cobra]

III.The Son and the Judge

While riding along the streets of Mistra Helena remembered the well dressed stranger she had seen the day before. She knew he was not from these lands: his hair was red and did not have any beard or moustaches. She knew he was a mercenary. Sometimes she wondered how the life of the mercenary was. Definitely it was intriguing. Fighting for living, travelling a lot, taking risks. And yet there was something she did not like – these man had no real place in the world, many of them had unhappy life and sometimes no better end. But it was also true some of them managed to win fortune, titles, lands and even power. The family of one of the noblest families in the Empire, those of the Raouls began in the same way.

The family of the Raouls descended from one of the most powerful noblemen in the Empire – Demetrius Raoul, the right hand of the leader of the aristocratic opposition Michael Cantacuzenus. She knew he would come here in Mistra and would witness the funeral of Nicephorus. She knew the death of Nicephorus will start the fight of the noblemen here in Pelloponesus and probably not only here but in the whole Empire. And she knew some people would be victims. But she did not want to believe that Manuel was doomed. Something Theodore tried to convince her into. He told her she had to use her skills to save the Theodore’s property and herself. Theodore did not touch her – she was right he thought her as the daughter he never had. But he did worse – she was ordered to abandon the only man she had ever loved and to witness his death in the company of her new lover. Because she knew what Theodore expected from her and who was the man.

And the man was coming. Man? Or was he a boy? Because she could not imagine the youngest son of Nicephorus in other way than the reserved brother of Manuel. Manuel liked to drink and to organize happy feasts while his brother preferred to read books and train far from the people. Unlike his brother Alexius never demonstrated his affairs with women but preferred to keep them a secret. This was everything she knew from what she had noticed years ago. Or what she had heard from Manuel and Theodore.

Helena tried to slow down the pace of her horse. The streets of Mistra were crowded and it was impossible for Helena and her guards to advance quicker…

Finally they left the outer town of Mistra. Finally they were far from the crowds of Mistra, far from Theodore and far from the dead Nicephorus. Now Helena was able to concentrate on her problems: how to help herself and Manuel without betraying him, how to fight Constantine and how to proceed with Alexius. But the persisting thoughts were about to overcame her once again and she spurred her horse producing a victorious cry. At the following moment she was galloping on the back of her favourite horse. Once again she was free from her fears and worries, once again she was the person she used to be before her life got complicated. She climbed the nearest hill and looked at the distance. She was safe once more feeling her loyal guards behind her and had freed herself from the uncertainty she lived in. But what she saw made her go back to the reality.

It seemed that a small group of soldiers were approaching Mistra.

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Now she was closer to the army. Most of them were pronoiars accompanied by their squires but also western mercenaries mainly a Catalan one. Despite the failure of the Grand Catalan Campaign the Emperor continued to use the Almughavars in his army. Of course there are also some pagan mercenaries and even Christened Turks. Helena was clever enough to realize the Empire needed the power of the mercenaries now in their long wars with the Turks and with the rulers of Serbia and Bulgaria. But this was not so interesting. What made her interested in this group of soldiers were not the mercenaries. The Romans got used to foreigners especially here in Peloponessus. She knew two important people were coming. The first one was Alexius Doukas but the second Theophil Branas. The Branas were not close to the Cantacuzenus family and the opposition but they were not close to the Doukas. Especially after the accident with Dyogenes Branas, the cousin of Theophil, happened. Theodore had told her Theophil hated Nicephorus and all his followers. This meant Theodore, the innkeeper and her protector, was also in danger. The things were getting complicated.

She continued to observe the warriors who were moving slowly along the valley. She hesitated for a moment. Then it was too late. She spurred her horse and headed towards the soldiers. More than one hundred soldiers, more than one hundred well-armoured soldiers, that had fought many battles against one almost defenceless woman, supported by barely four guards. But sometimes one woman can do more than the whole army especially when she knew how and what she wanted. Helena did. As she was approaching the army she heard somebody shouted an order and all the soldiers stopped. The weapon clang and some horses heighed. Helena heard somebody shouted something to her but she left it behind: she knew her guards and the fact they lacked the passion for gambling. The life was a gamble. The love was too. Everything depended on the God’s will and the person’s luck. She continued relishing to the sight - a whole army stopped because of her. She continued her way going right to the nearest hill. From that superior position she was ready to welcome her guests.

She waited on the hill and her guards did not follow her. They were waiting on safe distance instead. It was not because they feared but they knew the temper of their mistress: she wanted to cope with the situation alone. Now she waited. Then a group of ten riders separated from the bulk of the army and advanced. She was impressed by the armour of one of the riders – it was expensive and really impressing. The plumes on his helmet showed his high status and his grey horse worked in the same way. The more he was aproaching to Helena, the more she discarded her original assumption. The man was too old to be Alexius.

She waited. And the group was moving closer and closer. She heard a scout riding on the hills behind ready to notice a potential ambush. She was nervous but tried to hide her emotions – she had to impress her guests and to make them respect her. Finally the riders reached Helena and encircled her. She scrutinized their supposed leader. He was a man in his late forties but his beard was still more black than white. However there were some furrows and many wrinkles on his face that hinted the difficult life this man had. There was no doubt he was the judge Theophil Branas.

She expected him to start the conversation but this was done by the man riding on his right side.

‘ Unknown lady, it seems you want to speak with his Honour sebastus Theophil Branas, the Chief Judge of Thessalonica. His Honour decided to listen to your request.’

Theophil scutinized her very carefully and smiled coldly. It was clear they thought she was a desperate damsel who needed help. However she definitely did not want to encourage this impression. She also smiled in a way that many Romans would define as a challenge. It was really far from what they thought of the perfect woman.

‘ I thank to His Honour but fortunately this is not the reason for my presence here’

The smile of Theophil disappeared and she read a surprise in his eyes. Surprise that replaced the cold benevolence in his eyes for a moment, and was surpressed in the next. Helena noticed the reaction of the young soldier. It was hard to say but she felt an almost invisible smile appeared on his face. The glimpse in his eyes also changed.

‘ I am Helena Theodorina and I came here to welcome the guests of Mistra. I came to welcome the son of our late master Alexius Doukas and your Honour the judge of Thessalonica Theophil Branas.’ Her horse felt the tension in the air and made a shortlasting and unexpected movement but Helena kept the control over him. They were one – what she felt, he also felt. Her horse was the same – rebellious, seeking for freedom, tameless.

Theophil Branas nodded.

‘ Your intentions are good and his Honour Theophil Branas is grateful for your warm welcome. As far as Kirr Alexius is concerned - ,’ the rider approached her. He was handsome man with short and black well-formed beard and moustaches. His face was really charming, his nose straight. His mysterious black eyes strengthen the effect and hinted strong will. Helena had to admit this man was rarely handsome. And what happens in most cases with such men, probably he had a great success with the women which he, in a typical men’s style, misused for his own pleasure.

‘ He will come tomorrow. Something unexpected happened in Monemvasia so he could not come with us. ’

Liar! Helena thought. Now she was sure who she was standing before. She knew he was Alexius, Alexius Doukas, the son of the detested Nicephorus. Yet he was not as bad as she thought. At least he was better than the Chief Judge of Thessalonica. In addition he had a sense of humour and the little arrogance he had was not very annoying. For a moment Helena admited Alexius was not the man he was claimed to be. But only for a moment.

‘ I am really sorry Kirr Alexius is not here.’ Helena stared at the eyes of Alexius. She had accepted the game Alexius started. ‘But I do hope we will meet one day. I have heard many interesting things about him. ‘

‘ Kirra Helena, I am sure he also will be told about you. ‘ Alexius replied with a his invisible smile. ‘ In fact, Kirra Helena, you are invited in the Palace of the Despots in Mistra this evening. It will be honour for me to have the company of such a brave woman. ‘
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After a sudden flash of inspiration I made my next update. However no time left for the small corrections I promised above. I want to finish the new map, then - And in addition editing is not what you do when the inspiration is back.

And I wish everyone who is patient enough to read this Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (in advance since my presence on-line during the holiday is not very sure).

[Prince Cobra]

Constantine observed at the corpse of Nicephorus. All men died no matter they are good or bad. Nicephorus was not an exception. He received what he had seeked during his lifetime – to be freed from himself. Constantine knew how everything began – a despotic father and the son who was never more than a mean for his father’s ambitions. The young Nicephorus never wanted to become a leader and to participate in the intrigues of the court, something that happened later; no, he preferred to spend his time reading books, living in his own silent world. He was born to be a clergyman and who knows probably he would if his father had not stopped him. Actually Alexius never wanted to make Nicephorus a leader; he had no conception for Nicephorus. It was Manuel, the brother of Nicephorus, that was the hope for his father. But it was Nicephorus who survived.

The history repeated itself, Constantine thought. Only one Doukas survived. The other would die in one or another way. Constantine closed his eyes. The time of the clash had come. The boy would arrive in Mistra soon. The boy would want to take his father’s heritage. He knew his temper: the temper of his grandfather Alexius. But the boy was still young without much experience and… yet dangerous - Then Constantine realized he thought of everything but not of the soul of Nicephorus. Why did he tried to pray for somebody who did not care for? Probably because they were too long together. Constantine smiled. No, it was useless santimentality. Amen!

What was supposed to be his prayer for the dead was over. For one last time he stared at the real face of his master, at the man who had corrupted him. Another smile appeared on Constantine’s face. He, Constantine, was a good pupil and very soon he surpassed his teacher. What was more his mentor never realized this change. Nicephorus was not a fool but he was somehow forced to live in this world. He was so confused, so vulnerable for somebody who knew him well. Constantine was different. The difficult life he had made him stronger - he had learnt to live without his conscience and his emotions. This was the only way to survive in the world of Nicephorus. More santimentality. It was a chapter that is closed forever in the life of Constantine. A horrible chapter.

Constantine gently put the mask back on the Nicephorus face. The sores and the scales could no longer be seen, the flacid flesh was replaced by the cold metal. Even in his burial Nicephorus will wear his mask, Constantine thought. It was logical. In his god-cursed world of masks those who did not wear them were doomed. They had the destiny of Dyogenus Branas and Anna.


He heard somebody was coming. He stared at the bronze and saw a distant light and a stiff silhouette of a man holding a torch. He turned back holding in strong grip the hilt of his belt knife. It was Yaniz.

‘ Master, I have news for you ‘ He had ordered nobody to enter in this place. He had told the guards he wanted to be left alone. But Yaniz was an exception. Yaniz was loyal and and his information could be trusted.

‘ Yes, Yaniz. ‘

‘ Master, Manuel is conscious. Kosmas said he would survive’
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Another short update. I hope I will have time for larger one.

[Ludens]

It seems the interest for this story is dying down a bit. Personally, I would still like to see it continue, but I think the plot has been advancing a little too slowly. I guess this isn't very helpfull as comments ago, but I hope you find time to write more.

[Prince Cobra]

It seems the interest for this story is dying down a bit. Personally, I would still like to see it continue, but I think the plot has been advancing a little too slowly. I guess this isn't very helpfull as comments ago, but I hope you find time to write more.

Ludens, this comment is extremely important for me. Actually any comment is helpful. You see, there aren't many comments and I think not many people who read this (which is to a great extend my fault - irregular posting, not very good English for a long story) and I need any valuable post of criticism of every one reader.

Back on the topic. To tell you the truth, I think the same. It's really not as good as the Prologue. First, I will have to put my heroes on the chess-board. Something I'm almost ready with. What will happen next is a mystery - even for me. My original plan got ruined and what I thought I have thought of turned to be unsuitable. So I had to change some of my plans. I have thought of some scenes but they are too distant so far. I am thinking a scene for scene (of course trying to be a piece of the puzzle). And here it comes my great challenge - whether I will manage to keep the tension. When written in Bulgarian I had no problem with it but somehow it's difficult to feel it in English. This is the reason I am grateful for any comments and criticism. So the most interesting is yet to come.

The next up-date was abandoned somewhere in its middle since I had to travel once again (probably I'll have to think of a story about the Voyage of Stehen Asen in Bulgaria). Unfortunately I am very busy these days (including the Interactive I participate into and the exams knocking on my door). The good news - when I get bored and tired I always write my story. So the next up-date is coming. Probably it won't be as interesting as it had to... but I have started thinking of something that will break the harmony in a sudden way. Meanwhile I'll test my abilities to write in a psychological style keeping the tension
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To put the end of this small 'essay'. I am determined to broke the curse pf the Byzantine Empire (have you noticed that many people write for Byzantium but nobody have ever finished (both Interactive or a story)). Otherwise the crowls would be feating my flesh and my remnants would lie scattered on the road between England and Bulgaria.