Alternate History Vivat Stilicho!

Circle of Willis

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One thing that I think will have interesting effects, and will be one of those 'unwritten' parts by future historians, is that Eucharius' kind treatment of the young Sabbatius could well synergize with his friendship with Theodocius to start to finally heal some of the East/West division.

Of course... when does the Filioque controversy kick off? Let alone the Agnus Dei?
Great points. I can't spoil too much, but I will say that it's not for nothing that I mentioned Sabbatius was inspired by tales of Alexander the Great's feats in a past chapter. Suffice to say that his future interests, both short & long term, do not lie in a confrontation with the WRE, even though they're still in control of eastern Illyricum (Macedonia & Greece). As for the WRE, whatever the Stilichians' hopes for a reunited empire under their leadership might or might not be (Honorius II harbored those hopes, Eucherius II doesn't), they're also inevitably going to have more of their own problems to deal with - so indeed, if Sabbatius can finish stabilizing his grasp on power in the East then this will probably be the single most positive achievement of Eucherius' reign, restoring the pan-Roman friendship which last existed during the time of the Neo-Constantinians (Anthemius I & II, 450-474).

I think we're still a ways off from the Filioque controversy really exploding, but IIRC its seeds have already been sown with some of the Western Church Fathers (from Tertullian & Jerome up to Augustine) and Pope Damasus I speaking of the Holy Spirit proceeding from the Father and Son decades, if not centuries before the POD. The Henotikon being scrapped and one, two or even three friendly emperors in a row will not necessarily guarantee perfect harmony between the Western & Eastern churches or empires for all time, so a clash over the Filioque or other theological issues will likely still pop up somewhere down the road - though probably not in Sabbatius' reign, at least, and it may not necessarily be as grave in the end as the Great Schism was IOTL.
I wonder, how much of ERE navy took Sabbatius offer of leniency, does Trocundus still enjoy the naval supremacy?


So he is going to learn that Christians come in different flavours. Clashing flavours.
That's another good question. IIRC the early Byzantine/Eastern Roman fleet mostly came from the Danube area and Constantinople, so I do believe many of those remaining ships would've been part of the mutiny where most of Illus' forces switched allegiance; Trocundus is losing, it's the easiest way to ensure they aren't cut off from their homes and their religious sympathies are likely closer to Sabbatius' position than Trocundus' - plenty of reason for those sailors & their captains to want to drop the Isaurian cause like a hot coal. Trocundus' best and most loyal squadron at this point would be the Alexandrian one (which would normally escort grain shipments to Constantinople in peacetime), but other than that Egypt doesn't seem to have been a great naval center for the ERE until Justinian's time at least, so my judgment is that he's lost naval superiority since his brother's defeat & death.

Oh yeah - suffice to say that the flight of Miaphysite zealots into Nestorian-dominated Mesopotamia is likely going to be something Toramana regrets, considering their theological positions are even more diametrically opposed than theirs vs. the Ephesian position. Without spoiling the details, I can say that sectarian disputes between these Christians and the Ephesian elements of the Church of the East are going to play an increasingly important role in his reign in the years to come.
 
497-499: From purple flames...

Circle of Willis

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In the Roman world, 497 continued where 496 had left off: with all eyes squarely on the continuation of hostilities between Sabbatius and Trocundus, as well as the Western Hephthalites and Jewish rebels entering the fray. Sabbatius was able to rely on the continued cooperation of Theodoric Amal and the Western Romans, as the Ostrogoth king really did not want his decade-spanning efforts to put a friendly regime on the Eastern Roman throne to be in vain – without them, it is unlikely that the remnants of Illus’ forces which had elected to realign with Sabbatius would have been enough to defeat his powerful enemies. Meanwhile, Trocundus set about recruiting more Egyptians to replenish his ranks with lurid threats of what Sabbatius’ horde of Ephesian fanatics would supposedly do if they reached Egypt, and also strove to secure aid from the Aksumites; however, Baccinbaxaba Ousas was skeptical of his chances after learning of how the Isaurian had been routed from Thrace and decided to offer little more than kind words until he could prove he was a winner in the making.

Of course, in-between the two rival emperors stood two threats. For Sabbatius, he first had to contend with Toramana and his Hephthalites, who sacked Bezabde in April and left some of his Persian infantry behind to continue besieging Nisibis while he moved deeper into Eastern Roman territory. By the time Sabbatius and Theodoric reached in Syria with al-Harith’s Ghassanids, having been slowed by the former’s need to completely secure the allegiance of Vahan, the Kartvelian kings & the Sclaveni on top of miscellaneous Anatolian & Syrian provincial governors and to reorganize the imperial administration after many of the Isaurians’ lackeys fled with Trocundus or had to be replaced due to their dubious loyalty and/or crimes in office, the Hephthalites had already conquered Circesium, Callinicum, Palmyra, Damascus and Hierapolis; were besieging Europus[1]; and had raided as far as Emesa[2], Tiberias and Antioch itself before those cities’ fortifications compelled them to turn back. In so doing he had well exceeded the terms he’d reached with Trocundus, not that the latter was in any position to complain about it anyway.

The first battle between the new emperor and Toramana was fought at Zeugma-Apamea on May 17, and resulted in a victory for Sabbatius and Theodoric. Having previously had the need to surround himself with loyal lieutenants as quickly as possible impressed upon him by his mother, Sabbatius elevated two Moesogoths – a warrior named Sittas[3] who had distinguished himself in the battle, and his strong but over-bold paternal cousin Ioannes[4] – to be the first of these men. To balance these Teutons’ presence and show his people that the Eastern Empire was not being taken over by Moesogoths, the half-Gothic emperor also added to his retinue the Iberian king Vakhtang’s son & heir, Prince Levan, and three Armenians who Vahan personally vouched for: the brothers Aratius, Isaac and Narses[4] of the Kamsarakan family. Like Sittas, all four Caucasians similarly performed feats of renown on the battlefield of Zeugma-Apamea.

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Sabbatius increasingly drew upon Armenians to counterbalance the Moesogoth presence in his retinue and officer corps

As Toramana had to lift his siege of Europus following the Battle of Zeugma-Apamea, Sabbatius and his allies pursued him eastward, recapturing Hierapolis on June 5 from the skeleton garrison left by the Hephthalites as they went. Their next battle was fought at Carrhae three weeks later, where Toramana’s horse archers managed to lure the inexperienced Sabbatius into a trap with their classic feigned retreat and Theodoric had to personally lead his reserve of heavy Gothic cavalry to rescue the Eastern Augustus; however, the Mahārājadhirāja took the opportunity to commit his own reserve to the fight against the already heavily pressured Roman infantry, driving them from the field altogether and forcing Sabbatius & company to follow suit after first fighting their way out past the Hephthalite troops assigned to encircle them. Toramana trailed and harassed Sabbatius and Theodoric all the way to Edessa, where both sides were determined to fight the decisive battle of this Syrian campaign.

The Battle of Edessa began on the morning of July 7 with three duels between three pairs of champions, one after the other; Sabbatius sent up Ioannes, Sittas and Levan of Iberia, and that all three were victorious (with Ioannes having by far the most difficult fight) was taken as an excellent omen for the Eastern Romans’ chances. Although discouraged by the defeat & death of his own champions, Toramana for his part remained determined to fight. Both sides hoped to achieve victory before the noon heat set in, and so committed to aggressive strategies; after preliminary skirmishing, in which the Hephthalite horse archers had the advantage, the Romans and Hephthalites rapidly closed in on one another. At first it seemed the White Huns would prevail, as al-Nu’man’s Lakhmid cavalry on their left pushed away the Ghassanids of al-Harith on the Roman right while the Ostrogoth infantry in the center buckled under the weight of a massed column of Persian infantry which Toramana had put together for the explicit purpose of breaking through Sabbatius’ infantry line.

But like the duels which preceded this battle, after initial difficulty the Romans bounced back; al-Harith rallied his Arabs and counterattacked with the help of Theodoric’s Dalmatian & Iazyges cavalry, slaughtering many Lakhmids and personally killing al-Nu’man in battle, while the Western Roman reserve (including Caesar Theodosius, who got his first real taste of battle here) moved in to reinforce the flagging Ostrogoths. The White Huns lost their momentum and coupled with the Armenian cavalry’s victory on their right/the Roman left, Toramana was forced to concede defeat two hours after high noon – after seven hours of hard fighting – and retreat southward, to Carrhae and then Callinicum. Following the Hephthalite defeat at Edessa, Sabbatius & Theodoric resumed the offensive, and by the end of the year had managed to push Toramana out of Circesium on top of relieving the siege of Nisibis.

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Ioannes the Moesogoth turning the tables on Toramana's first champion

Meanwhile, Trocundus had to contend with the Jews of Beersheba and Palaestina Salutaris. His first move out of Egypt was to take Raphia from them in a battle which proved that the lightly armed insurgents were no match for his veterans and more heavily-equipped Egyptian recruits alike; however, from then on the rebel council at Beersheba carefully avoided pitched battles in favor of harassing the advance of the Egyptian army. From Raphia Trocundus was able to march his army to Gaza and Jerusalem, compelling the surrender of the former and besieging the latter, but his efforts were constantly disrupted by Jewish raids to the point that he lifted the siege of Jerusalem in the autumn to instead dedicate all his time and strength to crushing the Jewish rebellion in southern Judea & the Sinai.

While all this was happening out east, the Western Roman Empire was experiencing its first year of effectively having no emperor. For a while, sheer inertia seemed to keep the ship of state afloat and sailing along: the Augusta Natalia assumed the position of regent and tried to assure the imperial elite that all was well & Eucherius would emerge from his chambers soon with her mother-in-law Euphemia’s backing; Theodoric continued to fight in the east, and ordered Augustine of Altava to return home and coordinate grain shipments from Carthage to Constantinople with his brother to keep the Eastern capital fed for so long as Trocundus held Alexandria; Pope Leo II presided over the continuing conversion of the Franks, Alamanni and Baiuvarii; and the imperial bureaucracy continued to run as it had before, as nobody was interested in grinding it to a halt.

However, Natalia faced the first challenge to her rule late in the year when Epiphanius, the Bishop of Pavia and Count of the Sacred Largess, died[6]. The empress sought to replace him with Anicius Faustus, a trusted scion of the prominent gens Anicia, who enjoyed friendships with many Senators and was expected to be smoothly receive approval as a result; however the Pope wanted Epiphanius to be succeeded by another churchman, Bishop Paschal of Asculum[7], and the clerical bureaucrats installed by Epiphanius over the last seventeen years were considered unlikely to cooperate willingly with Faustus unless Pope Leo was brought around to support him. The impasse lasted through the end of the year, leaving the Western Empire without a treasurer on top of its missing emperor.

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The three figures butting heads over the vacant position of Comes Sacrorum Largitionum at the end of 497: Empress Natalia Majoriana, Anicius Faustus, and Pope Leo II

Over in Britannia, the tides of war were shifting back in the Romano-Britons’ favor. Llenleawc engaged Cissa in the Battle of Viroconium early in the year and defeated him, repelling the Saxon threat to the central British kingdoms for the time being. Meanwhile to the south, Artorius pushed back against the Saxons and recaptured Duroliponte by the end of July. However, the Saxons held on to Durobrivae in a fierce battle where young Beowulf once again showed he was a stronger warrior than any of Ælle’s remaining sons or grandsons, personally leading a counter-charge which broke the Romano-British center and secured victory for the Anglo-Saxons late in the battle. Nevertheless, Ælle himself was concerned that he at best seemed to be taking two steps forward and one back in the face of Artorius’ resistance, and sent messengers to King Icel of the Angles[8] on winter’s eve with a proposition: abandon the cold, infertile homeland from which Ket and Wig also hailed to assist him in his war against the Romano-Britons, and he promised that they could jointly rule over this more fertile and certainly mineral-rich island kingdom once they’d subjugated or driven out the hostile locals.

At the start of 498, the stalemate between church & government over the treasury in Ravenna sufficiently imperiled the war effort against the White Huns and Trocundus that Theodoric sent messages to his wife Domnina, encouraging her to talk the empress-regent into doing anything – even capitulating – to solve the impasse and get his soldiers’ salaries flowing again. Now under pressure from her big sister, Natalia avoided a total capitulation to the Pope’s demands but did agree to a compromise which favored the Papal party: Faustus would assume the office of comes sacrorum largitionum as planned but take Paschal on as his deputy, a clerical successor was guaranteed when he retires or dies in office, and funds were set aside for the construction & maintenance of new churches and charitable functions. Perhaps most importantly, a large new orphanage was built in Rome to accommodate the children of legionaries killed in the wars against the East (and Roman orphans in general) and an orphanotrophus appointed to administer it, following the example set by the state orphanage of Constantinople[9]: as charity was a key function of the Church, the appointment of the orphanotrophus was conceded by Natalia to fall entirely within Papal purview and the first to hold that position was yet another cleric and close ally of Pope Leo’s, Jerome of Praeneste.

However, in the entire season and a half that it took for Augusta Natalia and Pope Leo to reach this accord, Theodoric had little choice but to keep his troops in the positions they had already taken. The legions were willing to wait for their pay and to defend themselves, but the Ostrogoth king was right to fear that pushing them to keep going on the offensive while their salaries were in arrears might have provoked a mutiny. Sabbatius was unwilling to press ahead on his own without the Western Romans, having already nearly gotten himself killed by doing something similar at Carrhae the year before. Rome thus managed to avoid a military coup or collapse in this difficult time, but at the cost of giving Toramana nearly half of this year to reinforce & reorganize his armies after his great defeat at Edessa in the previous one, something which the Mahārājadhirāja happily took advantage of.

When the Romans finally resumed their offensive from Nisibis, the Hephthalites were ready. Toramana inflicted a costly defeat on Sabbatius & Theodoric at Peroz-Shapur[10] in July, caving in the Roman infantry line & their Alemanni and Bavarian backup with his own heavy troops, then pursued his enemies back to Nisibis where they managed to rally and fend him off. By this point however, Trocundus had subdued the Jews and was back on the offensive against Sabbatius’ supporters, and the Western magister militum had informed the Eastern Augustus that after the losses they’d been taking and would continue to take in the war against the last Isaurian usurper, it might be best to negotiate a peace agreement with Toramana before they lost Nisibis too. After hearing of Trocundus capturing Jerusalem in August, Sabbatius grudgingly agreed and sued for terms; Toramana himself was similarly concerned that his own army might be growing increasingly fragile after having spent nearly the entire decade at war and was content to gracefully exit with the gains he had secured so far, certain that he had gone far enough to put any lingering doubts about his leadership to rest, and so agreed to talk more readily than Sabbatius had expected.

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Negotiations between the Romans (and Theodoric) and White Huns dragging on into the early morning on a September day

The two sides hashed out their deal at Nineveh over August & early September. Per the terms of their accord, the Eastern Roman Empire ceded nearly the entirety of Assyria and parts of the province of Mesopotamia to the Western Hephthalites – it was trumpeted as a ‘return’ of these traditional Persian lands by the Mahārājadhirāja for the benefit of his Aryan subjects, though of course they were never ‘traditional’ White Hun lands and indeed this would be the first time that an Eftal lorded over Nineveh and the upper reaches of the Tigris & Euphrates. However, Nisibis remained on the Roman side of the border, which was fixed along the uppermost Tigris and at the Little Khabur River: it would include a joint Roman-Hephthalite garrison at the Pira Delal[11], an old bridge which marked the most convenient crossing point between the two empires. Toramana also pledged toleration for the large number of Christians incorporated into his domain. With this settlement, Sabbatius could finally turn his full attention to dealing with Trocundus while Toramana was able to stand his forces down, having impressed his Eftal & Fufuluo subjects with his victories and his Persian ones by reversing the most significant and longest-lasting Roman encroachments into their territory since Septimius Severus.

While the Romans in the east had struggled to achieve a peace treaty which limited their losses, those in the far West had their own ideas for conquest. Merobaudes paid his Gallic and Romano-Germanic legionaries out of his own pocket until their salaries began to flow from Ravenna again, assuring their loyalty when he decided to attack the Thuringians with Clovis and notably without authorization from Natalia or the rest of the imperial court – minor raids into the northern reaches of Alemanni territory, now under Roman protection as part of their federate contract, provided him with all the excuse he needed. His plan was simple: they would subdue the Thuringians as they had done to the Alemanni and extend Roman authority (at least nominally) well into Magna Germania, at least up to the Elbe, thereby bringing further glory upon himself and perhaps setting the stage for him to ask for an imperial marriage for his son.

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Merobaudes, Clovis and Burgundofaro of Burgundy prepare to leave the relative comfort of the Roman frontier for the uncharted lands of the Thuringians

What was not so simple was actually conquering the Thuringians. Due to manpower commitments in the East, Merobaudes had to set out with only about 25,000 men, of whom 17,000 were Clovis’ Franks while the rest were a hodgepodge mix of his own legionaries, Burgundians, Alemanni and Bavarians – little over half as many as he had for the campaign against the Alemanni in the previous decade. The Thuringians’ lands had never been conquered by Rome before, so there existed no remotely detailed maps or old, crumbling Roman infrastructure and ruined towns that he could take advantage of. After Merobaudes defeated them in a pitched battle around the village of Fuld[12] on August 30, the Thuringians learned their lesson and like the Alemanni, made good use of their knowledge of the heavily forested terrain to frequently ambush & harass the Western Romans as they advanced while refusing any further battles. These attacks and Merobaudes’ own caution – he certainly did not undertake this offensive with the intent of subjecting himself to a repeat of Teutoburg Forest – slowed the Western Roman advance even further, such that they had only reached the Weser River by winter and camped on its western bank after first having to dig & secure dirt roads to supply themselves.

In Britannia, Ælle received a favorable reply from Icel in the spring and asked Artorius for a truce, ostensibly to allow their troops to rest after the past three years of fighting but really just to buy himself time until his new ally arrived. Artorius was suspicious of the enemy king’s intentions and aware that he had the advantage, however, so he answered the Bretwalda by calling Llenleawc back to his side for a two-pronged drive on Lactodurum[13] from the west & south through the summer. The Anglo-Saxons attempted to intercept Llenleawc’s smaller army at Bannaventa[14] but were defeated: there Beowulf broke ranks to charge off after his father’s killer, but was soundly beaten by the more experienced Hiberno-British champion – also the first defeat in his career – and only saved by the intervention of his cousin Wiglaf, who dragged him back to safety behind the faltering Saxon shield-wall. Following the Battle of Bannaventa, Ælle found he could not hold Lactodurum and retreated eastward ahead of the arrival of the Riothamus’ vanguard under Caius, counting on the marshy Fens to slow any Romano-British pursuit.

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Wiglaf rushes to extract the wounded Beowulf from the site of his defeat near Bannaventa before Llenleawc and the Romano-British horsemen can finish him off

When 499 started, so did renewed hostilities between Sabbatius and Trocundus in full. By this point Trocundus had suppressed the latest Jewish rising and pushed as far as Phoenicia, having compelled the surrender of Jerusalem, Tyre and Sidon with his own promises of lenient treatment and threats that Sabbatius could not possibly be coming southward to aid them as long as he had to contend with Toramana. Now that the Hephthalites were no longer in the picture and Sabbatius was actually marching south to fight him, such threats no longer held water and Trocundus felt compelled to meet his rival in battle lest his newest conquests start questioning his rule. Sabbatius, for his part, released al-Harith from his side to return to the Ghassanid capital of Bostra and rally his people for an attack on Trocundus’ eastern flank even as he and Theodoric marched right down the coast onto Sidon.

Sabbatius’ forces established their base in the area of Mount Lebanon, from where they could overlook & easily menace Trocundus’ forces below. At the same time, in hopes of securing a quick victory he also exploited his greater naval strength (owing to defections from Illus’ navy) to vanquish the smaller fleet which had remained loyal to Trocundus, secure Crete and threaten Egypt with a new, reasonably large but entirely green army raised from Constantinople and its environs, placed under the leadership of a young Armenian palace eunuch also named Narses[15] at his mother’s suggestion. The Isaurian challenger meanwhile stationed troops in the Anti-Lebanon mountains, especially Mount Hermon, to guard his flank while he tried to draw out the imperial Roman armies by besieging Berytus[16].

Sabbatius took up Trocundus’ challenge and marched to meet him in open battle. When the emperor’s movement was reported to him, Trocundus immediately lifted the siege and hurried back south toward a more defensible position: Mantara[17], a hill southeast of Sidon where the Virgin Mary was said to have waited while her holy son passed through that city, and where Constantine the Great had built a tower & sanctuary at his own saintly mother’s request. Both sides called for the Mother of God to intercede on their behalf and help them secure victory on the night of May 15, before engaging in battle on the next morning. But thanks to the continued presence of the Western Roman army, Sabbatius’ forces dwarfed those of Trocundus, and though the latter enjoyed a stronger defensive position the former simply detached 10,000 Spanish and Italian troops under Alaric II of the Visigoths to circumvent the hill while the rest of the imperial army committed to a frontal assault and attack where Trocundus could not defend. By twilight on May 16, it was clear who had the favor of the Blessed Virgin as Trocundus had abandoned the tower (from where he oversaw his army’s defeat) and his forces were in full retreat, having barely managed to fight their way out of Alaric’s attempted encirclement to escape further southward.

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The Isaurians attempt to break out through Alaric II's contingent at Mantara

Alas, the Isaurian’s misfortunes were not yet at an end. While he and Sabbatius had been maneuvering across Phoenicia, the Ghassanids had struck across Galilee, placing cities such as Scythopolis[18] under siege with small forces while their main army pushed northwest-ward to the Phoenician coast and amiably receiving their surrender (as well as the surrender of Trocundus' reserve in the Anti-Lebanon Mountains) as news of the Battle of Mantara spread. Compounding the disastrous situation for Trocundus, Narses had landed at Tamiathis[19] and – despite the questionable quality of his newly recruited legionaries – managed to simultaneously bribe (with chests of bullion provided by the empress-mother Lucina) and intimidate (with said army’s size) that city’s governor into capitulating without a fight, giving Sabbatius a foothold in Egypt itself. Frustrated by these drastic turns for the worse, Trocundus resolved to nevertheless fight to the death and exit the Earth with dignity than allow himself the indignity of captivity (and almost certainly a painful execution) beneath Sabbatius.

So on June 18, the drama of this latest Roman civil war reached its conclusion at Tyre where the armies of Sabbatius, Theodoric and al-Harith converged upon that of Trocundus. The Bishop of Tyre had barred the gates to Trocundus after figuring his cause was lost, forcing the usurper to fight without the benefit of the strong city walls. Nevertheless, the Isaurians were a fiercely determined warrior tribe and Trocundus was little different from his brother in that regard; for nine hours he and his remaining men, an 8,000-strong collection of Isaurian diehards and Miaphysite fanatics originally recruited from Egypt or from the Palestinian provinces as he marched (the less committed troops having melted away after Mantara), fought on against the 33,000-strong enemy before the last few hundred ragged survivors surrendered, the vast majority of these soldiers having chosen to die with weapons still in hand – and avoiding a more humiliating execution by doing so. Trocundus got the satisfaction of personally slaying al-Harith, who he considered a traitor for deserting the Isaurian cause after his brother’s demise, before he himself was struck down by the Western Caesar Theodosius & half a dozen other imperial Scholares while frantically trying to cut a path to Sabbatius.

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Sabbatius, Theodosius & Theodoric Amal looking on as the last of Trocundus' warriors fall or attempt to surrender

Egypt capitulated to Sabbatius within days of the Battle of Tyre, at long last putting out the flames of not just this particular civil war but over two decades of hostility between the Western and Eastern Roman Empires – at least for now. After being welcomed into Alexandria by Narses, Sabbatius declared that although the Egyptians had sided with the usurper to the bitter end, he was still prepared to show them mercy in exchange for their absolute loyalty from now on. Imperial & Ephesian reprisals were more extensive than they had been in Syria: nearly 1,000 people were executed for crimes against state and church in the land of the Pharaohs compared to barely a hundred in Syria and Palaestina, and the casualty figure likely extended into the low thousands as periodic mob violence and communal revenge attacks for past Miaphysite brutality marred the transfer of property back to the old Ephesian owners. The Miaphysite Patriarch John was deposed and another Ephesian, Alexander of Tamiathis, imposed upon the See of Saint Mark – not as John’s successor but that of Timothy II, who had been deposed by Basiliscus during the Asparians’ takeover and was recognized as the last legitimate Patriarch of Alexandria by the Ephesians. That said, it could have been much worse – no extreme and state-enforced persecution of the Miaphysites transpired, as had been feared by the supporters of Trocundus – and Sabbatius felt the situation in Egypt was stable enough for him to return to Constantinople in November, Theodoric’s army having boarded ships bound for home well ahead of him back in August.

On the other side of the Roman world, Merobaudes crossed the Weser in March and continued his efforts to bring the Thuringians to heel. But these efforts proved futile, as the Thuringian people could & did simply pack up to retreat into the forest before his advance and then return to their villages after he’d passed (Merobaudes did not have the manpower to spare to occupy any territory beyond his immediate supply lines), and their king Bisinus too had no fixed capital and was happy to march, eat and fight beside his personal warband beneath the great trees of his utterly uncivilized homeland. In July, Merobaudes fended off another head-on attack from the Thuringians who mistakenly thought he’d been weakened to a point where they could crush him as Arminius did Varus nearly 500 years before, but he had to acknowledge that his battlefield victories were not translating to a strategic one and negotiated terms with Bisinus.

The depopulated former lands of the Chatti up to the Weser[20] remained under Romano-Frankish occupation as a frontier march of sorts, and Bisinus agreed to cease his raids and provide an annual tribute of pigs to Augusta Treverorum, but otherwise the Thuringians remained fully independent. Merobaudes strove to inflate this outcome into a resounding victory only to be met with scorn by the thoroughly unamused Augusta, who hardly considered a few thousand square miles of sparsely inhabited, undeveloped woodland and an extra supply of pork worth 3,000 lives expended in defiance of her wishes. About the only thing that saved his neck from a demotion or worse was that Eucherius II decided the end of 499 was a good time for him to re-emerge from three years of seclusion, ending his wife’s regency and much to the relief of all – relief which quickly dissipated when it became clear that nothing about the Emperor had fundamentally changed, other than that he seemed even more unhappy & averse to human contact than before. Confronted with the empire’s bevy of challenges and opportunities in the wake of ‘’’’his’’’’’ victory in the East, Eucherius instead made the shuttering of the Neoplatonic Academy and the exile of its pagan scholars in Athens into his first priority[21].

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An accurate depiction of what Eucherius II had been up to while his wife, court, Church and generals were trying to steer the empire their way for the last three years

Even further to the northwest, the Anglo-Saxons frustrated Artorius’ attempt to end their latest round of fighting with a victorious battle in the Fens this April: the end of winter, coupled with the first spring rains, had made the already marshy battlefield nigh impossible for the Romano-British cavalry to navigate, and the Saxon infantry comfortably held their British counterparts back until the latter had had enough. After an attempt to circumvent the Fens and march on Lindum from the west was repelled by Cissa & Cymen the next month, the Riothamus grudgingly agreed to Ælle’s proposal for a truce, set for a duration of one year. Having bought himself some time, Ælle in turn set about reorganizing his remaining forces (as Artorius was also doing) and demanding to know why Icel had not yet crossed the North Sea, to which the Angle king replied that organizing a large overseas migration took time, and he also had to contend with Geatish and Continental Saxon attacks all the while. Having taken stock of his armies and found them insufficient in number to achieve victory without the Angle reinforcements and/or a miraculous amount of luck, the Bretwalda had little choice but to pray to his gods that Icel would hurry and land before the truce was up.

Last of all, 499 also saw hostilities flaring up between Aksum and Himyar for the umpteenth time this century. Taking advantage of news of Ousas and his army had left to fight a major Blemmye incursion into Alodia and northern Aksum, Ma’sud ibn Hassan attacked the Aksumite domains along the coast and completely overran them within the first four months of the year. Only after he had crushed the Blemmyes and build three mounds of 3,000 heads each to deter the nomads from future attacks did Ousas respond, sending his son and heir Kaleb[22] across the Red Sea with 20,000 warriors. In turn, Kaleb collected another 6,000 Yathribi and Quraish auxiliaries over June and marched down the Tihama starting in July, but unexpectedly changed course to seize Najran and attack inland Himyar from the north. His maneuver into the mountains caught King Mas’ud completely off-guard, and the Himyarites were unable to move their troops from the lowlands quickly enough to stop the Aksumite advance before its forward-most elements had reached Sana’a and laid waste to the outlying villages by the year’s end.

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[1] Jarabulus.

[2] Homs.

[3] Historically Sittas was one of the earliest of Justinian’s notable commanders, fighting for him against the Tzani (a Georgian tribe) and the Persians in the Iberian War. His name suggests a possible Gothic origin.

[4] A nephew of Vitalian’s in life as well as ITL, this Ioannes is better known to history as ‘John the Sanguinary’. He at times actively undermined and was generally unhelpful to Belisarius in the Gothic War, to the point of putting himself and his men in danger just to avoid listening to the superior general, and aligned himself with Narses when the latter entered the scene.

[5] Three generals from Persarmenia who were known to have fought for the Sassanids in the Iberian War, but later defected to Justinian. This Narses is not the same man as the more famous eunuch to bear that name, although they may have both been Kamsarakans.

[6] Historically Epiphanius died a year earlier, in the winter of 496.

[7] Ascoli Piceno.

[8] The last known king of the Angles on the continent, Icel was said to be a descendant of Woden/Odin (not unlike the Cerdicings of Wessex, including Alfred the Great) and to have led his people from their home in southern Schleswig to Britain in 515. Although he was actually the sixth in the line of Angle kings, his dynasty is collectively known as the Icelings (Iclingas) after him rather than their legendary progenitor, Wihtlæg.

[9] The Eastern Empire built one of the first state orphanages in the Roman Empire (and perhaps the world) in the 4th century. Its first manager, Zotikos, was titled orphanotrophos – foster-father of orphans – and canonized after falling out with & being executed by Emperor Constans II, who had appointed him to that job in the first place. Later, the position of orphanotrophos evolved into a powerful court position and its most powerful wielder, John the Orphanotrophus, engineered the ascent of Michael IV to the purple in the 11th century.

[10] Faysh Khabur.

[11] The Delal Bridge at modern Zakho.

[12] Fulda.

[13] Towcester.

[14] Near Norton, Northamptonshire.

[15] The famous co-worker and rival of the future Belisarius, Narses was a major supporter of Justinian’s historically and aided the emperor in just about everything from the suppression of the Nika riot to the Gothic War (where he presided over the annihilation of the Ostrogoths in its final stages and became the last general to receive a Roman triumph in Rome itself) to Christianizing the empire. He was extremely long-lived even by modern standards, reportedly dying at the age of 96 in 573 or 574.

[16] Beirut.

[17] Maghdouché.

[18] Beit She’an.

[19] Damietta.

[20] Hesse, more or less.

[21] Historically, the Neoplatonic Academy was shut down by Justinian in 529. Most of its scholars went into exile in Sassanid Persia, including the last Scholarch Damascius.

[22] Also known as Saint Elesbaan, Kaleb historically reigned into the 530s and took Aksum to the height of its power. According to Ethiopian tradition, he did not die on the throne but abdicated late in life and retired to a monastery. Though a Miaphysite like most other Aksumites, he is revered as a saint both by the Copts and the Catholics/Orthodox.
 

stevep

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So Toramana knows Roman history better than Sabbatius, although at least the latter ended up a hell of a lot better than Crassus. ;) After a lot of bloodshed and turmoil the eastern empire is largely at peace and Sabbatius is able to limited Ephesian retaliation/persecution of the Miaphysite so the region has some stability, at least for the moment.

In the west things are looking somewhat ominous. Eucherius and his father by implicity recognising the superiority of the Pope has opened the door for the church to gain further power and influence while Eucherius himself seems to still have problems related to his earlier losses. Coupled with some underlings getting restless.

Toramana has gained prestige and some territory but will he now seek to secure his gains and strengthen the economy or look towards 'reuniting' his father's empire by fighting his cousin. That could be a challenge too far unless the latter gets attacked again by the Guptas.

Well it sounds like the Angles may be arriving in numbers which could bring the end to Artorius successes but how successful will they and their Saxon allies actually be. Also by this time Artorius's 1st son is probably close to coming of age and legend would make that a bad omen for the Romano Brits. Have divided loyalties about events here as you can probably guess.
 

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The future of the inter-Roman relationship is definitely an open question. Sabbatius is on good terms personally with both Eucherius and his heir, but the Western Romans' control over eastern Illyricum is going to pose a big thorn in the side of that relationship for as long as it lasts. The renewed lack of a common enemy (the nearest major threat left to both sides are the comparatively weak Gepid & Herul barbarians) also means one less reason for them to stay friendly in the long run.

Certain upcoming marriages will also be posing new risks & benefits for ties between the West and East, as well. I had originally planned to include them at the tail end of this chapter, but found it was getting rather long and I think that subject would be a better thematic fit for the next one anyway.

Heads up by the way, the next update(s) might take a little longer than usual. I'm going to try to couple a narrative update with the next, century-ending chapter since it's been 8 chapters (and nearly 30 in-universe years) since the last one. I've also been working on an updated map of the state of the known world and a family tree to more clearly show relations between the Western & Eastern imperial families throughout the 5th century, both of which will be included with that next chapter. All that said, it's still on course for the end of this month.
 

stevep

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The future of the inter-Roman relationship is definitely an open question. Sabbatius is on good terms personally with both Eucherius and his heir, but the Western Romans' control over eastern Illyricum is going to pose a big thorn in the side of that relationship for as long as it lasts. The renewed lack of a common enemy (the nearest major threat left to both sides are the comparatively weak Gepid & Herul barbarians) also means one less reason for them to stay friendly in the long run.

Certain upcoming marriages will also be posing new risks & benefits for ties between the West and East, as well. I had originally planned to include them at the tail end of this chapter, but found it was getting rather long and I think that subject would be a better thematic fit for the next one anyway.

Heads up by the way, the next update(s) might take a little longer than usual. I'm going to try to couple a narrative update with the next, century-ending chapter since it's been 8 chapters (and nearly 30 in-universe years) since the last one. I've also been working on an updated map of the state of the known world and a family tree to more clearly show relations between the Western & Eastern imperial families throughout the 5th century, both of which will be included with that next chapter. All that said, it's still on course for the end of this month.

Just a question. Would it be easier for you to do the map and family tree as a separate post? It could make a long post somewhat shorter and might also be easier for readers to absorb?

No doubt there will be marriages and the like attempted to tie the two empires together but that can have risks as well as an emperor married to the family of the other state automatically have a close family link and hence a claim to the throne. Which can cause tension if not open conflict.

Eastern Illyricum will be a sore for the eastern empire, especially since its so close to their capital as well as including virtually all of OTL Greece - although the eastern court is probably still thinking of itself as Roman/Latin rather than the move towards Greek than occurred OTL with the collapse of the west.

One thing that just occurred to me. At the moment the two empires are the only states bordering the Med but with assorted factions, especially from the east and the chaos earlier is there much of a problem with piracy?
 

Circle of Willis

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Just a question. Would it be easier for you to do the map and family tree as a separate post? It could make a long post somewhat shorter and might also be easier for readers to absorb?

No doubt there will be marriages and the like attempted to tie the two empires together but that can have risks as well as an emperor married to the family of the other state automatically have a close family link and hence a claim to the throne. Which can cause tension if not open conflict.

Eastern Illyricum will be a sore for the eastern empire, especially since its so close to their capital as well as including virtually all of OTL Greece - although the eastern court is probably still thinking of itself as Roman/Latin rather than the move towards Greek than occurred OTL with the collapse of the west.

One thing that just occurred to me. At the moment the two empires are the only states bordering the Med but with assorted factions, especially from the east and the chaos earlier is there much of a problem with piracy?
We'll see. I've gotten quite a bit closer to finishing the family tree than I thought I would have by now, but am still a bit behind on the map - if I can't get them both done over the weekend I think it would indeed be best that I split them off into another post. Otherwise I believe I'll be able to fit them into the end of the same post as the next proper chapter (the narrative one I'll likely be posting earlier will 100% be in its own post), though as usual I'll put them in their own spoilers to make them easier to examine.

Great question re: piracy in the Med, btw. From what I've been able to find, it seems the Vandals were the main source of pirates in Late Antiquity and wreaked a good bit of havoc on the Mediterranean trade network (as they did to Rome itself and other Italian cities which they assailed by sea). However ITL the Vandals that reached Africa were a lot weaker than Gaiseric's people IOTL (having been battered to a pulp at the Rhine in the prologue), never held Carthage and its great port, and are steadily being absorbed by the local Berbers who are both pretty loyal to Rome (so far) and don't have any great seafaring tradition themselves - the Romano-Punic people of the African cities do, but naturally don't have any interest in engaging in piracy against one of their own main sources of income. So I'd imagine piracy is much less of an issue ITL, and both Roman empires are considerably richer for it.
 
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Camalet, February 25 500

“Our sailors and coastal levies tell it true: a large flotilla of ships, at least fifty strong and possibly as numerous as twice that, from the east have pushed through the winter winds and were last sighted drifting northward past the shores of Icenia[1]. No doubt these are the brothers of the Anglii we have faced and that they will soon land, if they have not already, to join the Saxones.” Dux Caius ended his statement on a grim note and crossed his arms as he sat back down. The rest of the assembled nobles and client kings of Britannia began to apprehensively chatter amongst themselves, struggling to process the news that their enemy might soon be reinforced to the tune of tens of thousands. Though but a boy of twelve, set to turn thirteen only when winter came back later this year, Artorius Junior could feel their nervous energy through the room.

“Are we still not capable of repelling them at sea before they land?” King Melwas of the Atrebates complained. “Surely that would be the easiest way to – “

“We did not have the ships to attempt such a thing the last time you asked, and we do not have them now.” Comes Cadorius of Icenia snapped back. “I loathe to admit it, but the Anglii and Saxones are too formidable for us to contest at sea – “

“Spoken like a soft Roman! I’m shocked your ancestors had the gumption to leave their homes for Britain at all – ”

“Hold your tongue, savage – “ Began Comes Baudemagus son of Llyr, the half-Jutish lord of Cantia and Cadorius’ brother-in-law.

“Savage?! Hah! The son of a Teuton dares call I, a native son of Britain, a savage – “

Alarmed at the tension between the men, Artorius Junior turned to his royal father, and indeed the elder Artorius took the moment to rise from his seat and slam his fist into the round table they’d all gathered around before Melwas or Baudemagus or Cadorius could draw their swords, shaking the various figures placed on the map of Britannia there. “That is enough! Need I remind you that the Anglii and Saxones are our enemies, not one another, and that they threaten us all?” The Riothamus chastised his lords. “We have come far since the barbarians shamefully sacked Londinium twenty years ago, and now stand on the precipice of victory and defeat – the fate of all our peoples hangs in the balance. This is no time for any of us to tear open old wounds and sink back into our petty squabbles.”

The Romano-British prince observed as the court settled back down, apparently sufficiently impressed or shamed by his father’s words to do as he bade them: a valuable lesson for him to remember for when the time came for him to stand where the elder Artorius stood. “It is as Cadorius says: we do not have the ships to oppose a fleet as large as the one my friend Caius reports. Instead I propose that we march at once to attack Aella and his Saxones before these new invaders can link up with him. Dux Llenleawc, have your scouts reported his whereabouts to you recently?”

“They did so just the day before yesterday, great king.” Llenleawc reported nonchalantly, lifting the pale carved dragon figurine representing the Saxones and placing it in west-central Britannia. The Riothamus’ left arm was one of the most powerful warriors on their side, Artorius the Younger had heard, and certainly he seemed to be the tallest and – according to his twin sister Artoria, anyway – the best-looking, with long hair the color of pitch that made him look wilder than all but the least settled of the barbarian client kings around the round table and numerous scars criss-crossing his pale skin that made him seem fiercer still. “Aella has massed his troops at Alauna[2], right at the edge of the agreed truce line. Makes it easy for him to immediately go on the offensive as soon as his newest friends join him.”

“Then we cannot waste any time.” Artorius the Elder decided, standing tall and bringing himself up to his considerable full height. Taking up his thin stick, he pushed the red-painted dragon figurine representing his own host almost halfway across the table to directly face the Saxon dragon, then began massing the plain wooden soldiers representing other Romano-British armies behind it. “We must begin to march on Alauna tonight and crush him there, before he and the Anglii join forces. Those of you who did not bring your hosts here with you, I recommend that you depart immediately and move them to the forts and waystations we have on the road to Alauna so that we can add your strength to ours as we move northeastward.”

“The Anglii have likely already landed by now, considering how close they already were to our shores when last reported. What if they arrive to reinforce the Saxones mid-battle?” Caius questioned, pointing to the painted ship figurine representing the Anglii – one which he had placed dangerously close to the shore of Lindum. Artorius Junior had thought the same thing as his honorary uncle & the oldest friend of his father; the risk seemed obvious to him, even without any military experience of his own.

“Then we will be as doomed as we are if we simply sit here and wait for them to join their armies.” Artorius replied delicately. “I will not lie to you: our victory is not guaranteed if we march against Aella right now. But defeat is assuredly guaranteed if we allow him to double his strength, or worse, and then come against us with his reinforced warriors. That said, you are correct that there is a danger the Anglii will arrive to support him mid-battle, which would obviously be disastrous for us.” The Riothamus turned his green eyes to Llenleawc. “Which is why I will need you, my trusted left hand, to race ahead of us with 1,500 horsemen. Find out where the Anglii have landed, if they have landed at all, and do what you can to delay their advance. Meanwhile, the rest of us will confront Aella with our remaining 14,000 men.”

“’Twill be done, great king.” Llenleawc said cheerfully. “I will miss the opportunity to cross blades with that Edgetho’s son again. But as flattered as I am to hear that you believe I can fight a force we estimate to be between six and ten times the size of my own, I hope you do not expect me to drive the Anglii into the sea all by myself.”

“Fear not, noble Dux. I think highly of you, but not that highly, and expect much of you – but a miracle or ten is not among those expectations.” Came Artorius’ riposte, to the laughter of the assembled nobility and Llenleawc himself. “As I said, I only require you to obstruct and delay the Anglii, not defeat them entirely on your lonesome.” Turning to the rest of his lords he continued, “If any of you have alternative suggestions, now is the time to raise them. That is, after all, one of the reasons I have called you all here, to the fortress where I began our arduous struggle against Aella twenty years ago.”

“Father!” Medraut, the King of Dumnonia, called out suddenly, rising from his chair as he did so. It occurred to Artorius Junior that he had never met his much older half-brother before; the Pendragon family as a whole had inherited the pale golden hair and vivid green eyes of his great-grandmother, but evidently none of those looks passed down to Medraut, who others (his father included) claimed instead resembled his auburn-haired grandfather Uthyr. He’d heard from the servants and other lordlings was that this rangy Medraut was an intimidating man in his own way, skilled at arms but cold as ice, cruel and friendless, save for the heathen druids who he resented far less than the monks who tried to raise him. The boy didn’t know whether it was all true, but he did note that every time their eyes met each other in the past few hours, Medraut’s – once dark and seemingly lifeless – would animate with resentment, though he never said a word. “I implore you to allow me to command our vanguard. I ask for but one chance to demonstrate my quality to my people and your royal self, and promise that I shall not disappoint you.”

“A bold request from one who is still beardless and whose largest battle to date was a skirmish with raiders on the road…” Artorius began, stroking his own golden beard. Medraut’s pale cheeks flushed and he clenched his fists at his sides, but he did not back off or sit down, so the Riothamus eventually waved a hand dismissively and said, “Very well, King of Dumnonia, as I have just sent Llenleawc on his own mission, the honor is yours. I will hold you to your word – though born under unfortunate and less than lawful circumstances, you are still of my blood and I expect you not to fail, or worse still shame me.”

“I assure you I would sooner die, father.” Medraut answered as he unclenched his fists, apparently so pleased at Artorius acknowledging him as his son than he wasn’t particularly bothered by the reminder of his illegitimacy or the stern order to not bring shame upon his royal father; he didn’t look so scary to the younger Artorius now. The king, for his part, did not respond and instead addressed all the gathered lords more generally: “If you have no further objections or suggestions to raise, lords of the realm, I advise you to depart and prepare your men at once. We have a long week or two ahead of us.”

After the last of the lords had filed out of the war room, Artorius Senior turned to clap his eldest trueborn son on the shoulder. “You are as good a listener as your mother and sister tell me, son.” He began, smiling slightly. “But hearing what his vassals and officials have to say is only part of a king’s duty. The even more important part is actually understanding what he hears, being able to tell good advice from bad, and acting based on the best advice he’s heard – or none of it at all, if he knows what his advisors have told him will lead him to ruin. So tell me, future Riothamus, what have you learned today?”

“That a king must always be bold and decisive – willing to strike against his enemies, even from a position of weakness and while he knows that enemy might grow stronger still, before the gap in strength grows too large for him to overcome?” Artorius Junior replied uncertainly, thinking back to Artorius Senior’s exchange with Caius.

“Well said!” Came the king’s response, followed by a laugh. “Well said indeed. And with that lesson comes another: sometimes, a king will find himself in a position where he has no good options before him, only poor ones and worse ones. I would be lying if I said the position we are in now is excellent, despite the victories of the last few years, or that the choice I have made is free of its share of dangers. But no matter what, when we are confronted with such difficulties – “

“We must persist.” The younger Artorius answered automatically, the words coming from memory of some of the advice his father had impressed upon him since he was old enough to start attending court. “No matter how dire the odds grow, a king must never shirk his duties and always fight for his people. He, and his kingdom, are only truly beaten when they’re dead or have knelt before their foes.”

“Precisely!” King Artorius removed Caliburnus from his belt, its gleaming blade still wrapped within its elaborate sheath, and offered it to his son, who took it into his hands with wonder in his eyes. “You have made me proud, dear son. But soon you will have another opportunity to make me prouder still: I trust you are old enough, and have trained sufficiently diligently, to serve as my sword-bearer in the battle to come. I will have great need of Caliburnus soon, so ensure that it remains razor-sharp and in the best condition these next few weeks.”

“Certainly, father!” Artorius Junior crowed back, his own cheeks reddening at the Riothamus’ praise and the opportunity to so much as carry the fabled ‘Sword from the Stone’ around. But in that moment he was reminded of how his half-brother had lit up when shown even the slightest approval by their father. “About Medraut – “ He began to question.

The elder Romano-Briton royal cut him off and began to subtly steer him toward the door with one hand. “Do not fear your elder brother. The circumstances of his birth are my fault and his mother’s, not his, but they still weigh him down all the same and will forevermore prevent him from inheriting this crown I bear ahead of you. Nor should you fear for him: Medraut knows what battle is like, though his experience is still rather lacking, and he knows his way around sword and lance both.” He spoke quickly, as if to simultaneously silence and reassure his heir at once, and it seemed to work as the younger Artorius’ train of thought was derailed by his words, keeping him quiet. “Now, inform your servants that they must pack your things at once. After all, you are coming with me to the battlefield of Alauna. There, we will chart Britannia's course for the rest of this new century...”

Great Palace of Constantinople, February 25 500

“The spoils of victory are sweet indeed,” The Caesar Theodosius joked, even as he set his goblet down and his smile appeared more of a grimace than he’d have liked. “Entirely too sweet, in this case. Do the Isaurians mean to poison us with sugar-of-lead from beyond the grave?”

“Speak for yourself, my friend!” Sabbatius, now Augustus of the East, gulped down a large helping of wine while the young noblemen and ladies around them laughed – those who were paying attention to him and not each other, anyway. “I see nothing wrong with this wine. An exquisite vintage from Cyprus, I’ve been told – and faithful Narses has also assured me, in that same breath no less, that it is not poisoned. Illus and Trocundus were many things, traitorous usurpers deserving death chief among them, but I will grant that they had good taste.”

Theodosius himself joined the laughter at that. Little wonder Sabbatius enjoyed the sweet wine much more than he did, he recalled the emperor had never quite lost the sweet tooth he had as a boy. For his part, he just helped himself to another leg of roasted and herbed chicken instead, and called on a servant to bring him a drier wine before continuing his conversation with the Augustus. “Well, imperial majesty, once you have finished with that goblet – what do you intend to do next?”

“Retire to my chambers, of course, and go to sleep with the lovely Theodora at my side.” Sabbatius responded with equal cheer and laziness, draping his free arm around the aforementioned woman’s shoulders while taking another sip from the jeweled chalice in his other hand. Theodosius matched her smile with a rather strained one of his own – she was certainly pleasant to look at, a short and slender Persian beauty with long raven tresses that contrasted with her pale, blemishless skin, who seemed to always find the most flattering dresses for her figure. But there was something about her that put Caesar off ever since they’d first met on the day of their entry into Constantinople, and it wasn’t just that she was Persian, considering his own affections for her sister Anastasia. “Why? Do you think I should spend this evening tending to matters of state, as I already have spent the first two-thirds of the day?”

“Of course not. An emperor deserves to rest well after a day’s hard work, much less years of fighting for the throne which was and is rightfully his.” Theodora smiled coyly as she ran a hand through the emperor's red-gold curls, but Theodosius thought her expression looked more like a smirk, one that was subtly mocking him. Just another thing to mislike, one more show of untrustworthiness in his view – not unlike how she and her kin had converted to Christianity in the years following their father’s death, but not once did he ever feel convinced of their sincerity (save Anastasia’s), it always seemed to him that they had converted just to ingratiate themselves with the Eastern court. “How fortunate that my little sister is still relieving herself, else she would be dreadfully scandalized by the turn our conversation has taken. But then, that is entirely her own fault for ignoring me when I warned her not to eat those Assyrian dates.”

Theodosius repressed a sigh. He knew it would do no good to challenge Balash’s elder daughter over this matter, considering how besotted his friend was with her, so instead he decided to talk about another subject of importance. “I meant, my friend, about what you will do tomorrow, and the day after that, and the year after that. I know you last mentioned you intended to cross lances with Toramana again as soon as you are able…”

“I meant every word then and I still mean it now.” Sabbatius replied, his genial expression instantly vanishing. “The White Huns test my patience every day. I have not forgotten that they pried my uncle and grandfather’s conquests from my hands in a moment of weakness, and I intend to recover the provinces I had lost while Trocundus weighed me down with his continued backstabbing at the first opportunity.”

“And I still pray that you will find it in yourself to go much further than that, august emperor.” Theodora chipped in, straightening her posture while remaining seated as she spoke. “Why should you stop at Nineveh? Your Trajan did not stop until he reached Susa. And of course, as you well know Iskandar did not stop until he reached the mountains of Sogdia and the jungles of India. Your friend’s kindred destroyed the Black Huns; why should you now not do the same unto their cousins the White, make all which is theirs yours, and bring the light of God and Roman law to so many who have known neither for so long?”

“I admire Alexander, but I am not him. Not that I do not appreciate the comparison, my dear.” Sabbatius grinned, the seriousness on his face and the tension in his shoulders gone in a flash. “Theodosius remembers correctly: I said I will do battle with Toramana again as soon as I am able, but I am far from that. The Eastern Empire needs time to rebuild after twenty years of corrupt usurpers, each worse than the last: there are criminals to purge, heretics to chastise, cities and fortresses to repair, armies to reinforce and a treasury to refill. A new century dawns upon us, and I intend to make it a Roman one, but there is much – and much less glamorous – work to be done before I can make that dream a reality.” He held out his goblet for one of the palace eunuchs to refill, and scooped up a pheasant leg to dig into with the other. “I trust that I can still rely on your father’s cooperation in this trying time?”

“Of course.” Theodosius had not seen his father since he last left for war back in 483. He had not been able to return even for his little brother Gratian’s funeral; he remembered Gratian had been quite the annoying brat as a younger child, showing signs of the wild and rebellious streak which eventually got him killed, but it still troubled him and made him feel oddly guilty to know that he was already down one brother, and more-so that his father had apparently taken the loss so much worse than anyone else that he shut himself in his chambers for three whole years. Perhaps it was a testament to the Western Empire’s renewed strength, the fruit of his grandfather’s labor, that it did not fall apart at its seams during those three years without its emperor. “As planned, I will be leaving for Ravenna at the end of this week. I will do my utmost to remind him of the importance of a strong and revitalized Eastern brother during that visit.”

“Excellent!” As soon as the servant had finished refilling his cup, Sabbatius lifted it to his lips and took a hearty gulp to wash down the pheasant. “You can tell him I do not intend to move against eastern Illyricum. After all he has done for me, I would sooner plant my labarum in Alexandria-Eschate[3] than in Athens. And his father’s – your grandfather’s, the great Honorius – fiscal reforms are an inspiration to myself. I have no doubt that, under such reforms and prudent management, I will be able to cultivate the wealth of the Orient to new heights.”

“And to similarly cultivate the riches of the further East, yes?” Queried Basil, the brother of Theodora and Anastasia – and heir to the last Shah of the Persians, their father Balash; untimely cut down by the machinations of their cousin, who Theodosius heard now rots away in her own son’s prison. “Surely I do not have to tell you of the gold, spices and silks of our homeland.” The Caesar repressed a chortle. This man wasn’t much older than Sabbatius, and yet he conducted himself with all the political grace and subtlety of one of his father’s raging elephants. Looked like he had far too much to drink as well, although fortunately for them all, he was a friendly drunk rather than one whose fury was brought to the surface by wine.

“No, you certainly do not, brother Basil. I have learned about all that and more from my tutors.” Sabbatius took another deep drink, then continued, “The two of you certainly are pushing hard for me to retake Persia for you this evening, aren’t you?” When Theodora flushed and looked away, unsmiling for once, while Basil laughed nervously and emptied his own cup in one hurried gulp, the Augustus laughed back. Theodosius himself grinned: it was good to know that the sweet wine did not seem to be dulling his friend's judgment. “All in good time, friends, all in good time. But considering all the wars of the past twenty years, it may take me half as long to rebuild this half of the Roman Empire to a point where I can get as far as Ctesiphon, and longer still to make it so powerful that I can think about following in Alexander’s footsteps outside of my fever dreams.”

“There’s something else we need to discuss, Sabbatius.” Theodosius interrupted. He remembered how their last discussion had instantly chilled when the emperor informed the Sassanid siblings that, when he went to war with the Eftals, he would be willing to make Basil a governor – even a hereditary prince – over Mesopotamia or Persis or whatever other satrapy he desired, but making him Shah of all the lands his father once ruled was out of the question: there was only going to be one Emperor in the East after all was said and done. So he figured a change of topic was needed to keep the mood at this private party positive, no matter how little he trusted the Sassanids. “Before we parted ways, Theodoric of the Ostrogoths expressed an interest in wedding his son Theudis – you may remember him, yes, a strong lad but too young to ride to war with the rest of us when we last passed Sirmium? – to your cousin Anna.”

“Oh really?” Sabbatius set his cup down entirely and leaned in closer, even lefting his other hand from Theodora’s shoulder to clasp both hands together. “That is news to me. I would have thought he’d have gone for your sister…”

“Holy Mother Church deems them too closely related, for we are first cousins through our mothers.” Theodosius explained. “And obviously, my father would never permit Maria to adopt the Arian heresy even if she were inclined to do so, which I doubt with all the strength God has given me. That just leaves Theodoric with one option for an imperial match. I tell you this now, so you will not be surprised if he should come asking about it in the next few weeks or months.”

“My thanks, old friend.” Sabbatius relaxed slightly, nodding. This was a thorny subject for the emperor, Theodosius knew: Anna was not willing to follow her mother Alypia into a convent, but as the only daughter of the middle Neo-Constantinian sister and the usurper Patricius, she still possessed a dangerous claim to the Eastern Roman throne. That Theodoric was a barbarian was not necessarily an obstacle, considering his son was half-Roman (and the grandson of the noble Majorian no less, just like Theodosius himself and his own siblings) and Sabbatius himself had a Gothic father. Still, none could deny that if not for Theodoric and the Ostrogoths, Sabbatius would not be partying in the Great Palace of Constantinople tonight; and that, in light of this, it was inevitable that he should look for some commensurate reward. “Well, Theodoric has proven himself to be a valuable ally – and a formidable enemy. If he makes that request, I will certainly have to give it careful consideration.” The emperor remarked guardedly.

“Pardon me.” Theodosius had only just nodded in response when he heard the softer voice of Anastasia, the younger of the Persian princesses, and immediately moved to make room for her on his couch. “My apologies and thanks to you, Theodosius. You were right, sister, those dates were no good.” Said sister laughed, as did the emperor and princes around them, while Anastasia took her seat by Theodosius’ side. As fair as her sister, the Caesar thought, but lacking her hidden venom – indeed she was something of an ingenue, which he was not expecting out of any of the ladies of the fallen Sassanid dynasty. So when she asked, “What did I miss?” He answered, “Oh, nothing of import” – and nobody cared to correct him. The party would go on for a few hours more, but politics and ambitions of conquest were no longer to be discussed at the table.

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[1] Modern Norfolk.

[2] Alcester.

[3] Khujand.
 

stevep

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Interesting with forebodings in both sections. Will Medraut do a Mordred and betray Arthur, possibly even dealing him a killing blow as in many legends. - Just noticing from Mordred that the earliest legends seem to view him favourably, as well as calling him Medraut so he could stay loyal. Mind you the earliest references seem to suggest they were active about 537 so that's still some time off and doubt if the current Arthur will still be around then.

Not sure if it would be accurate to say tens of thousands of additional Angles. Even if they had 100 ships and 100 men each, which is probably large for this time period that is 'only' 10,000 and I would expect them to be less. Even so its a challenge and Aella may have made a mistake deploying so openly and so far forward as it both suggests hostile intent and also opens him up for a quick attack such as Arthur is planning. Also technically this makes Arthur the one who breaks the truce, unless its already on the verge of expiring?

In the east Theodosius obviously distrust's Sabbatius's new bride Theodora as well as their brother Basil, even while by the sound of it being attracted to their younger sister Anastasia. It would be ironic if while unsubtle they are both loyal while Anastasia turns out to be a far more skilled schemer. ;) Definitely going too far suggesting Sabbatius Alexander and I suspect even Trajan's short term successes would be beyond the eastern empire at least unless Toramana 's empire suffers serious problems.

Anyway looking forward to seeing what develops.
 

PsihoKekec

Swashbuckling Accountant
Medraut seems to be still going after his fathers approval, so I reckon he will not turn on Arthur for now, it much depends how Arthur will handle him in the future. Also, being in the vanguard kind of limits the damage he can do if he turns cloak.

And yes, Theodora raises more red flags than the main First of May celebration back in the USSR.
 

ATP

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Interesting with forebodings in both sections. Will Medraut do a Mordred and betray Arthur, possibly even dealing him a killing blow as in many legends. - Just noticing from Mordred that the earliest legends seem to view him favourably, as well as calling him Medraut so he could stay loyal. Mind you the earliest references seem to suggest they were active about 537 so that's still some time off and doubt if the current Arthur will still be around then.

Not sure if it would be accurate to say tens of thousands of additional Angles. Even if they had 100 ships and 100 men each, which is probably large for this time period that is 'only' 10,000 and I would expect them to be less. Even so its a challenge and Aella may have made a mistake deploying so openly and so far forward as it both suggests hostile intent and also opens him up for a quick attack such as Arthur is planning. Also technically this makes Arthur the one who breaks the truce, unless its already on the verge of expiring?

In the east Theodosius obviously distrust's Sabbatius's new bride Theodora as well as their brother Basil, even while by the sound of it being attracted to their younger sister Anastasia. It would be ironic if while unsubtle they are both loyal while Anastasia turns out to be a far more skilled schemer. ;) Definitely going too far suggesting Sabbatius Alexander and I suspect even Trajan's short term successes would be beyond the eastern empire at least unless Toramana 's empire suffers serious problems.

Anyway looking forward to seeing what develops.

Considering how big was tribes at that times,i doubt that would be more then 5.000 angles send.They need warriorrs to guard their families in old country,after all.
Which mean,that calvary could delay them.Maybe even destroy,if they act rash.

It would be funny,if all persian siblings were loyal.And taking Persia would be possible only with White Hun help.Which mean part of Persia.
 
500-501: ...arises the purple phoenix

Circle of Willis

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The last year of the 5th century was an especially busy one for the Eastern Roman Empire, which had over a quarter of a century’s worth of increasing mismanagement, internal crises and bloodshed to repair. Once firmly ensconced on the throne, Sabbatius wasted little time in getting to work: his first order of business was ousting many of the imperial bureaucrats installed by the Asparians or Isaurians. In many cases, especially among the cronies appointed by Illus, these were men who needed to be arrested for crimesranging from embezzlement, to imposing higher taxes than actually required (and embezzling the ‘extra’ funds), to murdering their rivals anyway.

Having spent the spring cleaning house, Sabbatius’ next priority was to restore the financial solvency of the East, which although always the richer of the two Romes, had been impoverished in recent decades by those usurpers, the corruption which flourished beneath them and their (often failed) wars. Taking a page out of Honorius II’s book, the new Augustus decreed that all taxes were to be collected and government transactions carried out in coin rather than in kind. Operations were expanded at gold and silver mines within imperial territory, such as those near Coptos[1] in Egypt, or contracted out to vassals such as the Armenians (who had one such large and well-known gold mining complex at Sotk) as part of a demand for tribute in exchange for there being no further reprisals, not even hostage-taking, from the new emperor.

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Like Honorius had done in the West, Sabbatius minted new coins which were now to be the exclusive legal tender of the East. This particular gold solidus depicts Jesus Christ on one side and the new Augustus on the other

To collect and account for this money, Sabbatius had to appoint a host of new bureaucrats to replace the ones who he’d just fired. In the early parts of the year he tried to fill the ranks with provincial equestrians (mostly from Thrace and western Anatolia) and esteemed citizens, especially clerics, from Constantinople. But the need to quickly refill the treasury and restaff the bureaucracy in order to finish his reforms before he ran out of momentum led the emperor to turn to selling offices to the highest bidder. In theory he tried to prioritize qualified elements of the provincial aristocracy and urban merchants, of course – literacy and numeracy were made mandatory requirements for service in his bureaucracy, and he displayed a preference for recruiting & assigning locals to administer their own provinces – but in practice, at least some less-than-qualified officials were always going to make it through, leaving the Eastern imperial state apparatus less clean than Sabbatius would have liked.

As early as this autumn, the emperor had to preside over the executions of a tax collector for extorting more money than he should have from the citizens of Smyrna and an official in Philippopolis for embezzlement, something made even more embarrassing by the fact that both men had been among those Thracians who’d supported his claim from the mid-480s. Only through quick thinking did he manage to salvage a silver lining, by spinning both cases into proof of his commitment to restoring the rule of Roman law without playing favorites. Still, these incidents and others which would follow in the coming years motivated Sabbatius to look into the possibility of a much more extensive overhaul of the Roman legal code – though considering there were many centuries’ (or even over a thousand years’, taking Roman republican and royal history into account) worth of laws, cases, precedents and jurists’ opinions to sift through and a Western Empire with which he’d have to coordinate such an exhaustive reform, it would take many more years yet for him to so much as truly begin this herculean undertaking.

In a less controversial development Sabbatius also dispersed the Moesogoths, his father’s people, across his empire under the guise of being rewarded for having aided his rise to power with high office and plum commands. In practice, what this accomplished was their scattering over a landmass stretching from the Danubian Limes to the sands of Egypt and the headwaters of the Tigris & Euphrates, all but ensuring their assimilation and that they would never be able to mount a geographically concentrated rebellion against Constantinople. At the imperial court itself, while Moesogoth captains such as Ioannes continued to enjoy positions of prominence where Illus and Trocundus’ Isaurian allies once sat, they were increasingly counterbalanced by an influx of Armenian soldiers and Ionian Greek officials stewarded by the empress-mother Lucina and the eunuch Narses. As the Moesogoths were never as numerous or accomplished as their Visi- and Ostrogothic cousins in the west, this carefully disguised blow still neutralized the potential dangers posed by this third Gothic bloc with even lower chances of retaliation.

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A Moesogoth official toasts his new Greek and Syrian coworkers in Edessa over supper

It would take years for these reforms to bear fruit, but even weighed down by the occasional less-than-qualified son or nephew of entrenched aristocrats who bought their way into the emptied state bureaucracy, Sabbatius had set the Eastern Empire firmly on the road to recovery. Even as early as the first half of the new decade, the requirement that taxes be collected in coin increased state revenue while making it more difficult for the tax-collectors to overcharge imperial subjects or embezzle from what they’d collected, effectively shrinking the tax burden on the people as this policy had done in the West. The dispersal of the Moesogoths also removed a clear danger to the security of the Thracian provinces and Constantinople itself, though again it would take years – generations, even – to fully assimilate them. In the medium term, the funds refilling the imperial treasury would be put to good use in repairing roads, aqueducts and other infrastructure damaged across the wars of the past two-and-a-half decades; paying the wages of the imperial army, now needed to clear those rebuilt roads of brigands (most dangerously remnants of the Isaurian armies which never accepted Sabbatius’ pardon due to religious fanaticism, knowledge that their crimes were unforgivable, or sheer loyalty to the Isaurian brothers – often coupled with the regenade soldiers being Isaurians themselves); and building new churches and monuments or funding charitable works to further impress & win over the populace.

Much more immediate in their effect were the marriage games playing out across both empires. In Constantinople, Sabbatius had engaged in a whirlwind romance with the Persian princess Theodora – formerly Zurvandokht – soon after returning from his campaigns against Toramana and Trocundus. The elder daughter of Balash, the assassinated last Shah of Persia, Theodora had converted to Christianity and taken on a Christian name in her teens alongside her siblings, though both she and her brother Basil (formerly Shahryar) reportedly sympathized with the Nestorian theological position common to the Syriac Christians. The emperor married her in the early months of summer, securing for himself not only an heir (Theodora became visibly pregnant before the year’s end) but also a claim to the former Sassanid Empire, one which set Toramana on guard and which he clearly intended to make good on in the future.

Theodosius, Caesar of the West, also lingered in Constantinople for a few months with his best friend before returning home. In that time he courted Theodora’s and Basil’s sister, Anastasia (formerly Yazdoi), and married her in a ceremony in Ravenna soon after reuniting with his family and securing his father’s permission, having assured the Emperor Eucherius that she was now a devout Christian and would not bring the fire-worshiping traditions of her people to the Western court. Before departing, Theodosius had also alerted Sabbatius to the probability that Theodoric Amal would be paying Constantinople a visit about an imperial marriage for his son soon, and indeed that was exactly what happened in mid-June. As he essentially owed his throne to Theodoric at least as much as he did his father Vitalian, and having to worry about Ostrogothic hostility to his west would distract him from his eastern ambitions, Sabbatius granted Theodoric’s request to marry his cousin Anna, the daughter of Alypia and Emperor Patricius, to Prince Theudis, the heir to the Ostrogoth kingdom – so long as their wedding was an Ephesian one, which the Ostrogoth prince (already sympathetic and well-acclimated to the orthodox position thanks to his mother Domnina’s influence) personally agreed to.

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Theodora and Anastasia, the Sassanid princesses whose double marriage tied Sabbatius and Theodosius - who considered themselves brothers from different mothers - by blood, if not quite by shared geopolitical concerns & ambitions

No sooner had Theodoric achieved this milestone did he come home to alarming news. Merobaudes had come down from Augusta Treverorum, and managed to so impress Eucherius with tales of his heroics against the Thuringians that – despite the opposition of his wife Natalia – he agreed to marry his only daughter, the princess Maria, to Merobaudes’ eldest son Aloysius. Theodoric had not been blind to the Romano-Frank’s rapidly growing power and cultivation of a network of allies among the Germanic federates in the empire’s northern half, and feared that Merobaudes was plotting to steal his position as magister militum from him or even had his eyes on the purple.

To increase his own power and test Eucherius’ malleability for himself the Gothic king capitalized on the death of seventy-nine-year-old Orestes this fall, which left the governorship of Pannonia vacant; Theodoric pushed for his replacement by Eutharic[2], a distant relative of his, over Orestes’ son Romulus[3], though through his mother Theodosia the other man was related both to the Stilichians themselves and Bleda the Hun. Eucherius conceded this demand under the condition that Eutharic also be baptised an Ephesian like Theudis had been, effectively handing over to the Ostrogoths the little parts of Pannonia which they did not already control. His remaining sons were in turn alarmed by this further surge in Ostrogothic power and lobbied their father to reverse it, but as Eucherius was convinced of the sincerity of Eutharic’s conversion, the arguments of Theodosius and Constantine both fell on deaf ears. They next tried to contact Romulus himself, but the older man had immediately given up his attempts to gather a private army of bucellarii and resist the Ostrogoths after Eutharic paid him a ‘friendly visit’ at his villa to discuss their respective places in the new order with 2,000 Ostrogoth warriors in tow, following which the Stilichians conceded that they’d have to find another way to rein in their increasingly overmighty federates.

In the extreme western reaches of the Roman world, Artorius of Britannia was preparing to wage the final battle of what he hoped to be his final war with the Anglo-Saxons. As his truce with Ælle approached its conclusion and ships bearing the latter’s Angle allies were finally sighted off British shores, the Riothamus hastened up a Roman road to engage his old enemy before those reinforcements could be brought to bear, detaching a small cavalry force under Llenleawc to intercept and harass the Angles when they should finally land to keep them from linking up with the Saxons. Ælle himself had massed the full extent of his remaining strength at the mostly-ruined market town of Alauna right on the edge of the truce line, which Artorius claimed was provocation enough to justify him breaking the truce with a few weeks left to go.

As Artorius and his 12,500-strong army reached Alauna on March 9, he found the 10,000 Saxons – amassed by their Bretwalda out of all their people’s remaining strength, even the old men and young boys who could still hold a spear – arraying for battle outside Alauna’s destroyed walls, with most of their force having taken up positions at the fords of the two rivers around which the town was built while some 200 of their archers had used ladders to climb up onto the remains of said walls. Despite the strong Saxon position, Artorius committed to an attack anyway, knowing he had to prevent Ælle from linking up with his new allies at any cost. At Medraut’s request he had allowed his eldest son to lead the first assault on the Saxon formations (invariably stout shield-walls formed by the best and most heavily armored of their warriors, backed by poorer and more poorly-equipped infantry and skirmishers) with the Romano-British vanguard, a mostly Dumnonian and Cornish host which he jointly commanded with his neighbor Drustan of Cornovia. But this first Romano-British attack was repelled before noon with significant casualties, failing to make much of an impression on the Saxon defense, and Medraut greatly disappointed his father when he fled before Beowulf the Geat after witnessing the latter slaying Drustan with an ax rather than try to avenge the Cornish king – precipitating his remaining men’s retreat in the first place.

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Drustan of Cornovia and Medraut of Dumnonia leading their ill-fated attack on the Saxons before Alauna

After collecting Medraut and the remnants of the vanguard, the Riothamus next committed the main body of his army to an attack at noon. Despite the preliminary barrages of his Cambrian longbowmen and Romano-British horse-archers, neither his cavalry nor heavy infantry could break through. Disaster nearly struck when Caius’ contingent was routed and pursued back over the ford it was contesting by Cymen’s warriors; Artorius rode to stem the rout and was himself engaged by the Geatish champion, who felled his steed Hengroen from underneath him and in so doing nearly provoked a rout across the rest of the Romano-British army, for they feared their mighty king was no more. But Artorius rose to his feet and rallied for a counterattack; Beowulf’s next blow split his shield and broke his off-hand’s wrist, but with Caliburnus in his other hand and his own formidable downswing he sundered the Geat’s helmet, wounded him badly enough that he soon passed out (and both sides thought he had died) and left him with a scar running down his face. Heartened by the arrival of their reserve and the apparent death of the enemy champion, the Romano-Britons followed Artorius when he mounted another horse with his son Artorius Junior’s help and exhorted them to fight on, annihilating Cymen’s exposed division and felling the second of Ælle’s sons.

The wounded Artorius and Caius pushed on to lead their warriors over Cymen’s ford, threatening the Saxon army’s flank and forcing Ælle to pull troops from the other crossings to keep them from attacking into Alauna itself, which in turn had a cascading effect and allowed the other Romano-British divisions to eventually break through their Saxon counterparts. By nightfall most of the Saxon army (including Ælle’s heir Cissa) was in full rout save for Ælle himself, who had retreated to the former market square of Alauna with fewer than a hundred of his hearth-companions – the rest having fallen in the town streets – and made his defiant last stand there.

Although extremely old, the Bretwalda was spry for his age and demonstrated his deadliness by slaying Caius when the latter thought to ride him down. Enraged at his best friend’s death, Artorius stepped up to fight him next despite his own injury, trusting that the wounds Caius and others had inflicted would weigh Ælle down as much as his own broken hand. They did not, and Ælle managed to knock his opponent down and Caliburnus out of his hand when – of all people – Medraut saved his father’s life by throwing a javelin into Ælle’s face as he lifted his ax for the finishing blow and Artorius himself had just managed to regain his grip on his sword’s hilt. Artorius thanked Medraut for ensuring his survival, but also physically chastised him for the dishonorable and uninvited assist even as his troops finished off the last of Ælle’s bodyguards. Thus ended the Battle of Alauna in the last hours of March 9, having lasted more than twelve hours and cost 3,500 Romano-Britons and 4,500 Anglo-Saxons their lives; aside from exhaustion, the Romano-British pursuit was further hobbled by a good chunk of their cavalry being away to harass the Angles, preventing the Saxon casualties from growing even higher.

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Artorius, the Pendragon, prepares to fight Ælle the Saxon to avenge his friend Caius. Medraut, King of Dumnonia and his eldest son, rides to his right; Artorius the Younger, his barely pubescent legitimate heir, anxiously looks on from his left

Despite the heavy Romano-British casualties and Artorius’ wounds, his victory was still a decisive one: the even more bloodied and scattered Saxons were in no condition to stop his advance on Eoforwic, collecting Llenleawc’s horsemen along the way. The Angles, however, certainly were, and the appearance of their 9,000 fresh warriors (to say nothing of the other tens of thousands of women & children who had accompanied their men on Icel’s migration) alongside the much more ragged remnants of the Saxon host under Cissa and Cymen’s sons dissuaded the Riothamus from attempting to drive these Germanic peoples into the sea altogether, though hotheads like Llenleawc and Medraut pushed him to try. Instead Artorius offered to negotiate the terms of a more permanent peace, which even Icel took up up on out of concern that – however tired and bloodied – the Romano-Britons likely still had a not-inconsiderable amount of fight in them after having come this far, while his own allies were too badly mauled and disorganized to be of much help.

By the terms of the Accord of Eoforwic/Eboracum reached that summer, the northern border of the Romano-British realm was fixed from the bay of Deva Victrix (following a river which the Anglo-Saxons called the Mersey, or ‘boundary’) to Lindum and the swamps & lakes between it and the Abus. Everything to the north was to be left to the Anglo-Saxons, with the Riothamus and his vassals swearing on the Bible that they would never render aid to the Britons beyond. The Saxons themselves divided their domains, with Cissa retaining control of Eoforwic and its environs even as his nephews carved out fiefdoms of their own, and Icel claimed the former lands of Bryneich – now called Beornice, or Bernicia, in the English tongue – as his homeland, asserting his claim over the more established Angle settlers already present there at sword-point and doing the same with the title of Bretwalda, which Cissa opposed but was in no condition to actually contest. To seal the deal, Artorius the Younger was to wed Cissa’s youngest and only unmarried daughter Seaxburh, and both sides would exchange their prisoners: from the Romano-British side this also meant the release of Beowulf, who was found to be alive after his duel with Artorius, and entered the service of Leofhelm of Elmet, keeping himself close to the border of his sworn enemies.

On the other side of the known world, the Aksumites overwhelmed Sana’a’s small garrison in a bold pre-dawn escalade and proceeded to sack the Himyarite capital early in the year, long before King Mas’ud could arrive to stop them. Instead the Arab king arrived on April 18 to find Prince Kaleb firmly ensconced behind his walls and equally willing to fight or negotiate the terms of a peace treaty favorable to Aksum. Mas’ud could not let a humiliating blow of this magnitude go unanswered, and opted to besiege the Aksumites in Sana’a with the knowledge that – being so far from home and the flatter coastlands – they’d surely soon run out of supplies.

Kaleb was an able commander and understood this truth as well however, so the Himyarites were in for a nasty shock when their enemies sallied forth on April 24 and routed them in a vicious, one-sided battle. Mas’ud was able to escape the carnage and retreated to Ma’rib, but did have to finally negotiate an agreement where the territorial status quo ante was to be restored…with the addition that Kaleb got to leave Himyarite territory with a considerable amount of loot and slaves in his baggage train. Within another year, the horribly embarrassed Mas’ud was overthrown and killed along with his family in a brutal palace coup launched by one of his captains, Lu’hiah Yanuf, who assumed the regnal name Dhu Shanatir[4].

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Mas'ud ibn Hassan pleads with Lu'hiah Yanuf to not go through with his coup in vain, moments before the latter storms the former's palace

Come 501, the sixth century dawned and with it the next step in Sabbatius’ grand plans for the reconstruction of the Eastern Roman Empire. This time, as his first son and heir Anthemius (so named to further cement his legacy as being that of the last Eastern Augusti whose legitimacy was not in question) was born; his administration stabilized; infrastructure continued to be rebuilt; and funds began to flow into his treasury, he set his sights on reconstructing its military might. The emperor began with the core of his army, recruiting sons of the Thracian and Constantinopolitan aristocracy into the ranks of the Eastern Scholae Palatinae (depleted after their involvement in various coups and countercoups under the usurpers of the past decades) and those of the Anatolian nobility into a new corps of elite infantry called the Excubitores, or ‘sentinels’.

Many understrength comital legions based in Thrace were merged to form full-strength ones which were then redeployed to Syria & Palaestina now that the Eastern Empire had a friendly Western neighbor, and new units of numerii or numeroi (barbarian auxiliaries) raised from the Sclaveni of Scythia Minor went to accompany them. Over the coming years and decades, Sabbatius would shift an increasing amount of money toward the raising of new palatine and comital legions from all over his empire – Thracian & Anatolian footsoldiers with Armenian cavalry, Cretan & Syrian archers, and officers who were veterans of the most recent civil war (Moesogoth or otherwise) was perceived as the ideal combination – with the purpose of a renewed war against the Western Hephthalites in mind. People driven from the countryside by the civil wars who could not or would not return to their homesteads for whatever reason found renewed employment in the cities and camps as the Eastern fabricae roared back to life to provide these new legions with their equipment, in exchange for the coin which was coming & going to & from Constantinople with increasing volume every year.

It was also around this time that the factional battle-lines within the Western Roman Empire began to fully harden, as Merobaudes asked the emperor to be allowed to renew hostilities with the Thuringians and finally conquer them – only to be shut down at the insistence of Theodoric the Ostrogoth, who persuaded Eucherius with arguments about how the empire should not overextend itself but was really primarily concerned about his rival growing even more powerful and adding a new Germanic vassal to the ranks of his lackeys. Theodoric had also not forgotten how Merobaudes first attacked the Thuringians on his own initiative during Eucherius’ seclusion (and while Theodoric himself was away fighting in the east) and privately threatened him with bloody reprisal if he should attempt that again, further souring relations between the pair.

This brewing factional struggle pitted Merobaudes’ camp, comprised of himself and his allies among the Romano-Gallic nobility & newer Germanic federates, against that of Theodoric, which consisted not only of his own Ostrogoths but also increasingly their Visigoth cousins and the Italian Senatorial aristocracy, to whom Theodoric built alliances through his daughters’ marriages and carefully controlled appointments to valuable offices in the army & civil bureaucracy. The former were named the ‘Franks’ and the latter the ‘Goths’ after Merobaudes’ and Theodoric’s barbaric ancestry, though neither would have considered this a fair appraisal; in Merobaudes’ case his family had held Roman citizenship and assimilated into Roman society for a century and a half - he would have considered himself no more barbaric than the Stilichians themselves - and both factions counted many ‘proper’ Romans of note from Gaul, Italy, Hispania and Dalmatia among their supporters. They were also identified as ‘Blues’ and ‘Greens’ after the chariot teams which Merobaudes and Theodoric, respectively, favored in the Circus Maximus.

Caught in-between these camps was the weak emperor Eucherius II, who was rendered a pawn in their game of tug-of-war – though his sons took actions of their own to escape the Franks’ and Goths’ shadow with their mother’s backing. Theodosius and Constantine courted the African kings, the Church and the smaller landholders of the other provinces for support against both rival factions; Natalia also introduced them to Severinus Boethius[5], son of the late Praetorian Prefect of Italy and a promising young senator (not much older than Theodosius himself) whose honesty and broad scholarly talents had impressed the Augusta in the first place. Furthermore, they respectively publicly patronized the Red and White chariot-racing teams – both, after all, being colors traditionally associated with the imperial family – to set themselves further apart from Merobaudes and Theodoric, and paid out of their own pockets to promote these teams and restore them to equal prominence with the Blues and Greens, whose popularity among the urban mob had eclipsed theirs since the 4th century.

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The Red and White teams pull ahead of their Green and Blue rivals in the Circus Maximus, much as Theodosius and Constantine hope to do against the Frankish and Gothic factions at their father's court

In Britannia, Artorius buried the casualties of his seemingly final contest with the Anglo-Saxons and distributed the spoils of war among the survivors – most importantly, partitioning the recovered midland territories into fiefs for new lords promoted from the most promising of his captains, while also effectively retaining Deva Victrix and the lands around the nearby Sinus Victoriae[6] as an additional royal fiefdom by appointing Artorius the Younger its comes palatinus, or palatine count (so-called because the son naturally mostly remained at his father’s court, and left the day-to-day administration of the territory to royally appointed officials). The same was done with Lindum which, being another old Romano-British center, was nominally handed off to his younger son Lecatus as its new dux, though as that boy was but six years old it too essentially remained under Artorius’ direct rule until he came of age; in the meantime the Riothamus would have to not only rebuild the city, which was a hollow shell of its former self after decades of warfare and periodic Saxon occupation, but also integrate the many Saxons who had come to settle there while accommodating the few remaining Romano-Britons and the more numerous refugees who moved there, either because their parents used to live in Lindum or simply in search of opportunity away from the soon-to-be-previously overcrowded Londinium and Camulodunum.

While the Romano-Britons settled in to rebuild after their victory, Icel of the Angles was facing his own set of challenges. Winning more lands for his people (now that the avenues for southward expansion which Ælle promised had been blocked off) and renown for himself as a war leader was the easier challenge; with his fresh host he repeatedly smashed the Votadini throughout this year, ending their kingdom of Gododdin and conquering their tribal capital at Din Eidyn (now renamed Edinburgh) by Yuletide – the bards of nearby Alcluyd[7] composed a lament for the last doomed defenders of that fortified town called Y Gododdin[8], but few would care to hear it outside the rapidly dwindling ranks of their fellow free Britons. He was not as successful at consolidating his authority over the more established Saxons; they were not as weak as the Jutes had been when Ælle subjugated those people, and Cissa and the sons of Cymen deeply resented Icel’s tardiness in aiding them against Artorius and contrasting eagerness to assume he was their overlord after they’d been weakened, even if most of them did not particularly care to raise Cissa up to that status either. Bretwalda he might nominally be, but Icel’s equally nominal vassals readily called themselves kings (cyning) in their own lands and required him to show up to their hall with many warriors to enforce his dictates – ironically, such disunity among the Anglo-Saxons would prove more helpful to the cause of peace between them and the Romano-Britons now firmly established in the south than any of Artorius’ own works.

In the east, Emperor Gong once more flexed China’s renewed muscles, this time against the nations to the south and west of the Middle Kingdom. They renewed diplomatic ties – namely, demands for tribute backed with the carrot of imperial marriage matches and favorable trade ties as well as the stick represented by the Chinese army – with the heavily Indianized kingdoms of the Cham and Funanese, who in turn contributed to the spread of the Dharmic religions in China over the next centuries. Notably, the southern monks welcomed by Crown Prince Huan and Kavadh spurred a growing folk belief among Chinese Buddhists (who were inclined toward a more theistic and communal approach toward the new religion than the Indians and Central Asians) in a group of twenty-four protective devas who were mostly reinterpreted Hindu deities.

Gong ran into more trouble when he tried to assert Chinese suzerainty beyond the Hexi Corridor and the Rouran lands, however, for (aside from the Chinese colony of Gaochang[9]) the oasis states of the Tarim Basin did not have fond memories of the Han-era Protectorate of the Western Regions and turned to the Eastern Hephthalites for protection from their returning overlords. While he had spent the last couple of years settling in to digest his Indian conquests and building numerous Buddhist temples & stupas, Lakhana was happy to welcome more willing subjects into his domain and wary of Chinese encroachment into the lands of the Tocharians, who the Bactrian and Sogdian portions of the Eftal confederacy considered their kindred. Coins bearing Lakhana’s likeness began to circulate in greater volumes in Kashgar, Khotan and Kucha, while White Hun warriors rode out in increasing number to contest the Chinese advance and demonstrate Lakhana’s seriousness in protecting the oasis kingdoms of the Silk Road from them. Lakhana also increasingly styled himself not as a Šao but as a Mahārājadhirāja, much like his cousins in Ctesiphon had, as befitting a ruler whose dominion stretched from the Pamir Mountains to the Ganges and now possibly the Tarim as well.

Last of all, 501 also marked the emergence of the first European settlement west of Paparia. Some Irish monks, feeling that their retreat on the coast was growing too crowded, chose to sail further west and discovered the southern edges of what turned out to be an even bigger island. There they set up a new hermitage[10], and while this island they sought solitude on came to be known as ‘Greater Paparia’ (and its smaller, yet more settled eastern neighbor had to now bear the unflattering moniker of ‘Lesser Paparia’), they were collectively referred to as ‘Hyperborea’ by their fellow monks back home in reports to the See of Rome. It was thought that these particular Papar had discovered the northernmost reaches of the Earth, and that there could not possibly be anything – much less any life – even further past their islands.

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The Papar arrive on the fjords of western 'Hyperborea'

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1. Western Roman Empire
2. Eastern Roman Empire
3. Franks
4. March of Arbogast
5. Visigoths
6. Province of Lusitania
7. Province of Baetica
8. Province of Cartaginensis
9. Burgundians
10. Alamanni
11. Bavarians
12. Iazyges
13. Ostrogoths
14. Altava
15. Theveste
16. Romano-British
17. Anglo-Saxons
18. Britons
19. Picts
20. Irish kingdoms of the Uí Néill, Ulaidh, Laigin, Eóganachta and Connachta
21. Dál Riata
22. Papar
23. Frisians
24. Continental Saxons
25. Thuringians
26. Lombards
27. Heruli
28. Gepids
29. Sclaveni
30. Sclaveni foederati
31. Vistula Veneti
32. Antae
33. Caucasian kingdoms of Lazica, Iberia and Albania
34. Armenia
35. Ghassanids
36. Berbers of Hoggar
37. Garamantes
38. Nobatia
39. Makuria
40. Alodia
41. Aksum
42. Yathrib and the Quraish
43. Himyar
44. Western Hephthalites
45. Lakhmids
46. Fufuluo
47. Padishkhwargar
48. Great Parthian Houses
49. Sagharak's Horde
50. Eastern Hephthalites
51. Gupta Empire
52. Chen Dynasty
53. Rouran
54. Goguryeo
55. Southern Korean kingdoms of Baekje, Gaya and Silla
56. Yamato
57. Cham kingdoms
58. Funan

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[1] Qift. The gold mine referenced in this case are those of Bir Umm Fawakhir.

[2] A member of the Amaling royal clan which ruled the Ostrogoths, Eutharic historically married Theodoric’s elder daughter (and eventual successor as ruler of the Ostrogoths) Amalasuintha and fathered a son and daughter by her. He became a Roman citizen and even achieved the rank of Consul, soon after which Theodoric made him his heir-presumptive, but he predeceased the king. While he lived, Eutharic appeared to be a capable and religiously tolerant statesman.

[3] Romulus Augustulus is historically considered the last Western Roman Augustus, unless one believes him to be a usurper and Julius Nepos (who survived to 480) the true holder of that title. He was a child or teenager when garbed in the purple by his father Orestes at Nepos’ expense, and never amounted to more than a pawn – swiftly deposed by Odoacer after Orestes died by his hand later in 476, and considered such a nonentity that the Scirian warlord allowed him to retire into obscurity in the Gulf of Naples. Unlike his ITL self the historical Romulus Augustulus was probably not half-Hun and certainly not related to Attila’s family, however.

[4] Little is known with certainty about Dhu Shanatir as a historical figure, other than that he was probably not related to the royal family which had ruled Himyar since it supplanted Saba and was himself overthrown by Dhu Nuwas either in 490 or 517. Arab legend reviles him as a brutal tyrant and serial pedophilic rapist, with his successor being his last intended victim who managed to turn the tables on him.

[5] Historically known simply as ‘Boethius’, he was a highly accomplished academic and administrator in the reign of Theodoric the Great, and was sufficiently energetic and talented to enter the Senate at the age of 25. Though the late Western Senate has a reputation as a horribly corrupt and incompetent body when it moved itself to do anything of note at all, Boethius stood out as a man who was neither, and is considered a saint by the Catholic Church for his many talents and eventual martyrdom at the hands of Theodoric (who came to fear that he and other Chalcedonian Roman aristocrats were becoming a pro-ERE fifth column in his kingdom).

[6] Liverpool Bay.

[7] Strathclyde.

[8] The historical version of this poetic elegy was composed in the 7th century by the Welsh bard Aneirin, and lamented the warriors of Gododdin launching a failed attack on the Angles at Catraeth (Catterick) rather than defending their capital in a last stand.

[9] Near Turpan.

[10] Herjolfsnes.
 
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ATP

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Great chapter with perspectives of peace.Except WRE.
P.S romans conqered Dacia fot its gold mines - but who hold it now,sclaveni,Antae or gepids ? and when WRE try reclaim it?
 

PsihoKekec

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So while ERE is moving towards a period of stability, WRE is moving towards conflict between the Germanic factions, with Stilichian dynasty as the collateral, unless Theodosius comes up with something.
And we have the wedge between the Medraut and Artorious.

Sounds like someone who would bury a knife in you, kind of like a memetic crazy Portorican GF.
 

stevep

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Sounds like Sabbatius might end up as a Justinian type figure with economic and legal reform and possibly expansion, although more likely towards the east, unless the west sees a pretty much total collapse which might be a possibility.

In the west things look dicey at the moment although the heir is a strong and seemingly capable figure, which could be risky for him in such an environment however.

Lakhana could be overstretching himself if he's potentially at odds with a powerful China, a Gupta empire that might want revenge and his cousin to the west. Plus the sheer size and cultural diversity of his empire could make it difficult for him and any successors to hold it together.

In Britain the Saxon's have been eclipsed, at least for the moment although the Angles have secured at least Lothian and possibly also the Strathcyde region which their OTL version never managed to do, at least permanently. However Arthur had some luck while his criticism of Medraut for saving his life and possibly even his kingdom could come back to haunt him. Plus Beowulf may well want revenge.

So we have Irish colonization of both Iceland and Greenland, or at least parts of the latter. This is likely to have big impacts if they survive and move even further westwards or are later followed by other groups. [Assuming the Vikings still turn up].

Axsum has had more success against their rivals in Yemen and possibly secured their control of the region for a while.

Steve
 

Circle of Willis

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Yep, as promised we've finally made it into the new century right before the new month - and it's one that will certainly bring new opportunities and challenges for the empires, both newborn and the older ones recovering from previous crises. But before they can get around to grasping those new opportunities, some quieter years of rebuilding are in order, at least for the ERE and Romano-Britons; it's more like some years of quietly stewing and maneuvering over their latest internal challenges are ahead for the WRE. Merobaudes, Theodoric and the sons of Eucherius are all civilized & rational enough to want to secure complete power peacefully, if they can - although they're certainly not at all strangers to fighting if they end up having to do things the hard way.

Re: the Dacian gold mines, I believe those were in Transylvania, and thus would still under Gepid control. They've been weakened by Theodoric tearing them a new one on his way to fighting Illus & Trocundus however, and have been further beaten up by the Heruli (who have advanced into their northern territories on the 501 map compared to the 476 one). Barring a miraculous turnaround, they're likely not long for this world - they're surrounded by hostiles (the WRE/Ostrogoths, Heruls, Sclaveni and Antae) and their traditional Roman ally, the ERE, is now cut off from them on top of not being interested in saving their necks from the WRE if Theodoric ever comes knocking again.

Indeed so long as the Pendragons are strong enough to stonewall their southward movement, the Anglo-Saxons don't really have anywhere to go now but up, literally, into modern-day Scotland. Historically I think the Angles did project power into the Scottish Lowlands and held Edinburgh for ~300 years (from the 630s when they took it from Gododdin, to the 900s when it was finally abandoned to the Picts due to Danish invasions wrecking the rest of Northumbria). However, they couldn't focus their full strength on this region and were eventually stopped by the Picts in the Fife area. ITL, the Angles don't have much choice but to concentrate their expansion northward, which will inevitably pit them against not just the remaining Cumbric Britons but also the Picts; and in turn, those Picts will have to worry about the undivided attention of these newcomers falling upon them.

While things settle down somewhat (or at least are still being handled with some subtlety in the West's case) for the Romans, the Hephthalites will be getting back into the spotlight in the next few chapters as well. Suffice to say that both the Western and Eastern White Huns have some concerning developments coming up: in Toramana's case those Christian chickens he took in when they fled ahead of Sabbatius' victory will inevitably be coming home to roost, while in Lakhana's he is indeed in danger of biting off more than he can chew by antagonizing an expansionist China. Might have to rely on his family's good luck to get him through the inevitable reaction from Jiankang, if any still remains.

One more thing: you can expect the number of butterflies (which have already been steadily growing as the TL advanced further from the POD) to vastly increase from here on out. With the three exceptions I hinted at near the beginning of this thread, I intend for the turn of the century to be the last years in which any notable historical figures from OTL had any chance of being born. My classes start a bit late, on September 14, so I'll still be able to adhere to the regular update schedule for another two weeks.
 

stevep

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Ah I thought the 1st of those 3 exceptions was Artorius/Arthur. So there's still all three to come. I have a feeling about one, possibly two if you go on that far although IIRC you said they were largely non-military/conquerors? Which would rather rule out the 2nd I was thinking of and a number of other options.
 

Circle of Willis

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Indeedy, they are *mostly* non-conquerors. Of course I can't spoil their identities ahead of time, but if you're thinking of the same figure I have in mind, you're probably right on that count 😉

Also I forgot to mention this yesterday, but back on the same day I posted the latest update I went back & cleaned up a few errors on the family tree (hence why that post shows an edit time). Nothing major, just aligning some of the incorrect dates given that I didn't catch in my first revision.
 

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