No Terror of Justinian - Glory Instead! (The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose - A TL of Justinian II)

[Sargon]

Introduction & Overview
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Justinian: The most fascinating yet overlooked Emperor of all the Roman Emperors that I know about in the 1500 years of Empire in OTL was an arrogant, stubborn, cruel and oppressive individual who ended his days in insanity and blood-soaked revenge of all those he thought had wronged him. However, Justinian also had incredible courage, energy, intelligence, determination, more than competent fighting skills, even flashes of brilliance at times, was extremely pious and had very good relations with the Papacy late in his reign.

He was also scion of a great dynasty that stretched back a century at the time of his death. He was the son of the extremely competent Emperor Constantine who won some great victories against the Arabs, and also had great success in his religious policies, although towards the end, he did lose a battle against the Bulgars due to various unfortunate occurrences, including his gout which meant that he had no choice but to withdraw from the campaign due to extreme pain, and a rumour spread that he had deserted his troops.

Before I go to the POD, I think some more background regarding this relatively unknown Roman Emperor may be of use to those not familiar with him.

I am talking of course of the Rhinotmetos (Cut-nose), Justinian II (Ιουστινιανός Β' ο Ρινότμητος) of the House of Heraclius, Emperor of the Romans and son of the Emperor Constantine IV. He reigned from 685 when he was 16 until 695, and was deposed because he managed to anger the nobles whom his rule depended upon with his excessive taxation for his wars, preference for improving the lot of the peasantry, and mania for constructing buildings in an effort to match the first Justinian whom he wished to live up to because of his name. He had his nose cut off when overthrown, the theory being that an Emperor must have no obvious physical defects in order to rule. He was exiled to Cherson in the Crimea, and nothing was expected to be heard from him again.

But they were wrong.

In one of the most extraordinary comebacks in history, he defied the odds, assassination attempts, poverty and 10 years of obscurity, and his mutilation acting as a barrier, to gather an army, and retake Constantinople. He was unable to take the city directly, but in a very brave move, and stroke of genius, crawled through the dark pipe of a disused aqueduct with a handful of followers and entered the city at night. Confronted by guards on the street he boldly proclaimed who he was, and some fled, raising the alarm, whilst others were loyal to him and also shouted his name in the streets creating chaos. Before long, the ruling Emperor was terrified, leaving the city so fast, he left his robes behind.

He had the Emperor that had deposed him (Leontius, who had had his nose cut off by his successor), and Tiberius III who had deposed Leontius (and was captured later on after his night flight), both paraded around the city pelted with odure and other objects, and then put his feet on their necks during the races in the Hippodrome. Then he had their heads chopped off and displayed on poles at the palace gates. Following that, he had everyone who he in anyway thought was connected with them executed in various inventive ways. It is said that he went insane and had such paranoia that no one was safe, and large numbers of people, real and imagined enemies, some guilty, some innocent were massacred. His second reign lasted from 705 until 711.

In the end, an expedition sent to punish the authorties in Cherson for their treatment of him during his exile there took the city, but the new governor Elias rebelled against Justinian, refusing to kill the children there. A second one was sent out with orders to raze it to the ground on pain of death - if they returned without doing that, all their lives would be forfeit. The second expedition could not achieve this, and fearful of the consequences they ended up joining the rebels in Cherson, and declared the commander of the fleet, Bardanes Philippicus as their Emperor. Justinian was away from Constantinople at that time, putting down a minor uprising. He raced back to the city on news of the approaching fleet, but he didn't get back first, only making it to the tenth milestone before being captured and executed. His little son and co-emperor, Tiberius, who was just 6 years old, was stripped naked and slaughtered in the porch of a church by the soldiers of the new emperor. Nothing is known of what happened to Justinian's mother, but maybe she ended up in a convent as his daughter from his first wife who had died giving birth had during his exile.

Justinian II bucked tradition in many ways:

He returned to rule even though his mutilation meant that he should not have been able to, it being commonly accepted that a man without a nose being unacceptable to rule. His sheer determination and courage, and refusing to give up against every single obstacle put against him was incredible. After he was restored, it was never used as a punishment again, blinding being preferred.

He married a Khazar in exile, who converted to Christianity, and who was renamed Theodora, the first time the Byzantines had a barbarian Empress.

He awarded the crown of Caesar to Tervel, Khan of the Bulgars for his help in retaking the city, the first time a barbarian had been awarded such a title, the second highest in the Empire after his own of Augustus/Basileus.

All the above acts were utterly unthinkable and caused his people to gasp with shock, yet he did them anyway, and such things became more acceptable in the future as a result.

Other achievements:

Farmer's Law that benefited farmers over landowners, and improved their lot considerably.

Successful wars against the Slavs and Bulgarians in his first reign, relocating all his prisoners (tens of thousands) in large empty parts of Anatolia which strengthened the theme system with more soldiers being made available, and increasing agricultural output.

Successful wars against the Arabs, resulting in a much larger tribute than his father had secured. Instead of 3000 nomismata per year, a thousand a week as well as other tributes in terms of horses and slaves. However, in the latter part of his first reign, the general Leontius disobeyed direct orders for troop deployments (thinking he could do better), and coupled with the defection of Slav troops managed to lose a battle Justinian looked like winning. He was thrown into gaol, but was later released in a moment of generosity when Justinian decided he needed someone to administer a particularly troublesome and dangerous theme where Leontius could be expected to have his hands too full to plot anything against him. Unfortunately, security to the ship supposed to take him to his new posting from Constantinople was lax, and he escaped to overthrow Justinian with the help of those angry landowners who had lost out from his Farmer's Law and the nobles he had been taxing. Justinian, however, remained quite popular with the lower classes.

The first Emperor to put the image of Christ on his coinage, probably down to his piousness, but also possibly part of an attempt to affect the Arabs' economy since they were averse to use such coins as the image was too blasphemous for many of them.

Resettlement of some of the fierce warrior tribes of Christian Mardiates which had caused the Arabs such trouble into his western themes, subsequently causing the Slavs and Bulgars no end of headaches. This also considerably strengthened the navy as many were recruited from their numbers, and Justinian did put a signifiant focus on reform of the fleet.

Holding a successful new ecumenical council, the Quinisextium in his first reign that further codified and refined issues set out by there previous two large synods in the first Justinian's time (553 - Constantinople II) and in his father's reign (680 - Constantinople III).

Excellent relations with the Papacy at the end of his second reign, where the Pope Constantine I visited Constantinople, the last time that a reigning Pope would do so until Pope Paul did the same in the 1960s. Important agreements were signed that smoothed relations between East and West.

However, there is a good POD that could mean that he is not deposed a second time.

On his escape from Cherson in 704, he took a small fishing boat with a handful of followers. It was caught in a storm that was so bad, it looked certain the little boat would be swamped and all drowned, motivating a member of his retinue named Myakes to beg Justinian to promise God that he would have mercy on all his enemies if he reclaimed the throne. Justinian, entirely characteristically shook his fist at the heavens, and vowed, "What? Mercy?? If I show any single one of them mercy, may God drown me right now!". The storm blew off shortly afterwards, and the boat reached safety. However, Justinian saw that as divine sanction for carrying out revenge (remember he was a very pious man), and indeed feared that if he did not, God would punish him for not carrying out his will.

So, what if during that storm, Justinian had been tossed overboard, and nearly drowned, and seeing that as a threat from God to change his ways, he did indeed have mercy, saw the excesses of his previous rule as punishment from God, and decided to rule less oppressively and with more kindness? Not being utterly consumed with revenge to the detriment of the Empire (his neighbours took full advantage of his distractions caused by him rooting out people to attack and take more land from the Romans), he would have instead concentrated his considerable energies, skills, determination and other positive attributes to sorting out his Empire.

There would most likely be no Emperor Leo III the Iconoclast of the Isaurian dynasty (717-741), which has huge implications for the religious and political situation of the Empire since he followed on from the short reigns of Bardanes Philippicus (711-713), Anastasius II (713-716) and Theodosius III (716-717).

Note that Justinian did not become so cruel until he sought divine revenge in his second reign, and that probably helped to unhinge him in some respect. He was only 42 when he died, so could have been around for up to another 30 or 40 years. Given that he was an energetic emperor, with a skill for battle when rational, could he have done something to retake territories lost to the Arab advance in North Africa under Leontius and Tiberius III?

I find him far more interesting than the first Justinian since his life reads like an adventure story and despite his excesses, he is certainly an extraordinary individual, however you look at it. And PODs for the first Justinian have been done to death, so how about one regarding this incredible individual who is unjustly overlooked in my view.

Myakes existed, but it is not known what position he held. Turtledove (as H. N. Turtletaub) wrote a novel where he is portrayed as a former imperial officer who remains loyal to the Emperor. This TL will be influenced by that take since as we don't fully know all the details, we have a bit of room to work with.

Thoughts? Ideas?


Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Very interesting. With no iconoclasts, the East/West religious split won't be as bad.

Yes, that is one of the major changes that would have occurred. I was also wondering about efforts in the military sphere of things, since an energetic Emperor who is around for a while may well be able to regain some or even all of North Africa, and this could affect the movement of the Arabs up into Iberia.

Also bear in mind that a different chain of events would almost certainly not lead up to Irene being about later on. This directly led to Charlemagne becoming Emperor of the West since in the view at the time, the throne of the Roman Empire was vacant, and no woman could possibly be considered as an Emperor, which is exactly what Irene did by proclaiming herself female Emperor. Up until that time, the Eastern Emperors had been considered by friend and enemy alike as the sole legitimate Emperors in Christendom. There are major butterflies from this.

Historical List of Emperors
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For reference, here is a list of OTL Emperors of the Eastern Roman Empire from the death of Theodosius the Great in 395:




EASTERN EMPIRE OF THE ROMANS

395 Permanent partition of the Empire into East and West under Arcadius and Honorius, sons of Theodosius I, the Great.


Dynasty of Theodosius

395-408 Arcadius
408-450 Theodosius II (died falling from his horse)
450-457 Marcian (married Pulcheria, granddaughter of Theodosius I)


Dynasty of Leo

457-474 Leo I
474 Leo II
474-491 Zeno the Isaurian

475-476 Basiliscus (rival) (exiled and starved to death)

484-488 Leontius (rival) (executed)

491-518 Anastasius I Dicorus


Dynasty of Justinian

518-527 Justin I
527-565 Justinian I, the Great
565-578 Justin II (went insane, Tiberius became co-emperor)
578-582 Tiberius II (I) Constantine

582-602 Maurice (murdered)

602-610 Phocas the Tyrant (executed)

Dynasty of Heraclius

610-641 Heraclius
641 Constantine III (died of consumption or possibly poisoned by Martina, mother of Heraclonas)
641 Heraclonas (deposed, mutilated and exiled)

641-668 Constans II Pogonatus (assassinated)

646-647 Gregory (rival) (killed in battle)

649-653 Olympius (rival) (killed by plague)

668-685 Constantine IV (early death by dysentery)

669 Mezezius (rival) (executed)

668-681 Heraclius [II]
668-681 Tiberius (II) [III] (both co-emperors, later deposed and exiled by their brother Constantine)
685-695 Justinian II Rhinotmetos (overthrown & exiled)

695-698 Leontius [II] (deposed, retired to monastery and later executed)

698-705 Tiberius III Apsimar (II) [IV] (deposed and executed)

705-711 Justinian II Rhinotmetos (restored, deposed, killed)
706-711 Tiberius (IV) [V] (executed)

711-713 Bardanes Philippicus (deposed, blinded)

713-716 Anastasius II Artemius (abdicated, executed)

716-717 Theodosius III (abdicated, retired to monastery)


Isaurian Dynasty

717-741 Leo III, the Isaurian
741-775 Constantine V Copronymus

742-743 Artabasdus (rival) (blinded, retired to monastery)

775-780 Leo IV, the Khazar
780-797 Constantine VI, the Blinded (blinded by his mother Irene, exiled, died shortly later)
797-802 Irene

802-811 Nicephorus I (killed in battle)
811 Strauracius (paralysed in battle, died a few months later)

811-813 Michael I Rhangabe (abdicated)

813-820 Leo V, the Armenian (murdered on Christmas Day)


Phrygian Dynasty

820-829 Michael II, the Amorian

821-823 Thomas (rival) (executed)

829-842 Theophilus (early death by dysentery)
842-867 Michael III, the Drunkard (murdered)


Hope this provides more information for those who do not know much about this period.

Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Timeline POD & Commencement
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In real history, in 704 AD, the Eastern Roman Emperor Justinian II was in a small fishing boat at sea on his way back to claim his throne, when a massive storm brewed up and threatened to sink it and drown himself and his small band of supporters. One of his companions begged him to promise God that if he became Emperor in Constantinople again, he would be merciful to all his enemies, and then God might save them by stopping the storm. Justinian refused, and shouted at God to drown him rather than grant his opponents any mercy. The storm stopped almost immediately afterwards, and Justinian saw it as a sign from God that he should punish his enemies in the most terrible ways possible. In fact, he went so far in his zeal to do this; he ended up facing another rebellion just 6 years later.

However, 'what if' the Emperor had nearly drowned, and seen it as proof from God that he should be merciful and caused him to reflect upon all the excesses and megalomania of his first rule? He was an energetic, determined and very capable individual as his desire to get back his throne proved. He was effective in battle and experienced in diplomacy when he was not driven by his revenge.

Here, I imagine what course he might have taken had he nearly been drowned that day, and changed his ways as a result. I will start by giving an overview of his early life, and his father. Then I will follow with a description of his first reign and fall from power. I hope you will bear with me for this, as the main change will not happen until the next part, however, I feel that a number of readers are likely to have little knowledge of this rather obscure period of history, and might well appreciate an overview of the events of the time leading up to the big change. After this I will cover his subsequent return, including the experience of the storm which serves as the POD. Further chapters will cover his second reign, and the subsequent changes from OTL.

Edit Note: Later chapters have a less TL feel and more of a novelistic presentation.

I do hope you enjoy it, and I hope more people will read it. As always, if you have any questions, suggestions or would like to point out any errors or omissions, please feel free to do so, and I will endeavour to take them onboard.

Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Author's note: POD occurs in Part III, this is background since this period of history may not be familiar to some. Many thanks.

Part I

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part I: Hope for the Future - The Son of a Successful Emperor

"A Prince watched the Siege of Constantinople, safely from its walls. Little did he imagine he would be partaking in the same activity as a besieger many years from then." , Trajan the Patrician, Roman Historian​

669 A baby boy is born to the Eastern Roman Emperor Constantine IV, great-grandson of Emperor Heraclius (610-641), the saviour of the Empire. His parents name him Justinian, a name with glory and great responsibilities associated with it because of the legacy of Justinian I, the Great who ruled the Empire from 527 to 565 AD. Constantine has been Emperor since 654, when his father Constans II Pogonatus (The Bearded) raised him up as co-regent. His brothers Tiberius (II) and Heraclius (II) were made junior co-emperors in 659. He is married to Anastasia, a woman of great beauty. In 668 Constans II (641-668) was assassinated by his bath attendant, being struck by a soap dish in part of a palace conspiracy to be rid of the unpopular ruler since he had been rumoured to have considered moving the capital to his present base in Syracuse, located in Sicily. This was too much for some, and he paid the price. Constantine IV was just 17 when he assumed the purple, but soon proved his worth by swiftly dealing with the insurgents in Sicily with the help of Pope Vitalian.

There is soon trouble in the east when the Umayyad Caliph Muawiyah I, the founder of his dynasty, enemy of Ali (son in law of the Prophet Muhammed) and symbol of the Sunnis, attacks the Empire in North Africa. He has previously caused devastating defeats for the Romans under Constans II, capturing Cyprus in 649, Rhodes in 654, and a disastrous defeat of the Roman navy in 655 off the coast of Lycia, where Constans II barely escaped with his life, only managing to do so by changing clothes with an officer, and jumping off the ship. The Arabs captured the city of Amorium in 668, but it was quickly taken back by Constantine. The attack on Carthage is repulsed, but North Africa is still under pressure.

The Patriarch Thomas II dies. His successor is selected and ascends as John V.

670 The Arabs capture Cyzicus in Anatolia, and use it as a base to launch further attacks into the heartlands of the Empire. The Romans are in trouble as the Caliph presses his advantage.

672 The Umayyad fleet manages to capture a number of coastal cities including the important port city of Smyrna on the Aegean coast. This enables the Caliph to carry out his treasured plan of a direct assault on Constantinople itself, and later in the year a large fleet shows up in the Straits of Marmara bearing down on Constantinople. Little Justinian, accompanied by a young guard called Myakes, watches them approach the city's sea walls, and the ensuing sea battles that occur. The city is soon under siege. To make matters worse, the Slavs decide to attack the city of Thessalonica, but this is repulsed. For the next 5 years, the Arab fleet returns to siege Constantinople, and the display burns vivid images into the young Justinian's mind. He soon learns to dislike the Arabs, but also begins to appreciate and understand their skills. The Patriarch John paces the walls with an icon of the Virgin said not to be made by the hands of man held up in an effort to bring God's favour to the city.

Pope St. Vitalian dies. He had enjoyed friendly relations with both Constans II and Constantine IV and had made efforts to solve the monothelite (a theological doctrine holding that Jesus had one will but two natures: divine and human) controversy. His successor is elected, and takes the name Adeodatus II.

673 The Empress Anastasia gives birth to a second son near the end of the year. He is named Heraclius.

674 Around this time, the engineer Callinicus develops the fearsome weapon that would become known as 'Greek Fire'. It is used with some effect on the besieging Arab fleet, however, tactics to deploy it are at an early stage, and its effectiveness is not given an adequate opportunity to prove itself for another 3 years.

675 The Patriarch John V dies, and is succeeded by Constantine I.

676 In Rome, the Pope Adeodatus II dies. His papacy was relatively uneventful. Donus is elected to succeed him who pursues cordial relations with Constantine.

677 The siege is lifted, and the Romans engage the Caliph's fleet at Syllaeum in Pamphylia a region in southern Anatolia. Greek Fire is used to devastating effect, and the Arab fleet is utterly routed in a comprehensive victory for the Romans. The remaining ships of the fleet are practically all destroyed in a storm as they retreat to their bases in the Levant. At the same time the Caliph's armies suffer devastating land defeats, notably at Lycia in Anatolia, and are pushed back into Syria where they are defeated yet again. With his navy in ruins, and his army shattered, the Caliph sues for peace, agreeing a tribute of 3000 nomismata, fifty high-bred horses, and fifty slaves each year for the next 30 years. A courtier named Stephen the Persian rubs his hands with glee at the thought of so much gold entering the coffers of the Empire. He is a prominent advisor to the Emperor, and more will be heard of him later.

Following the death of Constantine I, Theodore I is selected to ascend the Patriarchal throne.

678 On hearing of the disastrous defeats suffered by the Arabs, and their suing for peace, emissaries from far and wide arrive in Constantinople to affirm peace with the Empire. Avars, Franks, Slavs, Lombards, and others pay their respects to Constantine. Finally after the last ambassador leaves, he is allegedly heard to proclaim, "We've got it! Full peace, complete peace, freedom from all care, north and south, east and west." The Roman Empire's borders are peaceful and secured.

News arrives from Rome of the death of Pope Donus. Agathon ascends the Throne of St. Peter as his replacement.

679 Emperor Constantine decides to arrange a synod to denounce the monotheliticism advocated by his ancestor Heraclius. He asks the Patriarch Theodore to convene the synod, but he refuses to agree with the overturning of the doctrine. The Emperor removes him from the Patriarchate, and the following day his replacement George I takes his throne. Letters are sent to Pope Agathon, who enthusiastically endorses the synod.

680 In November, the delegates arrive for what becomes known as the Sixth Ecumenical Council (Third Council of Constantinople). They come from all parts of the Empire, and from former parts of the Empire no longer under Roman rule. The Council gets underway, however Constantine IV, hearing reports of the Bulgars moving against the Empire, prepares to deal with the impending threat. Although just 11 years old, Prince Justinian presides over the Council's deliberations in his absence, the Emperor not allowing his brothers to preside because of their monothelite sympathies.

681 Pope St. Agathon dies in Rome, not living to see the final results of the Council. He is reputed to be around 104 years old at the time of his death. Leo II succeeds.

Constantine leaves at Easter just as the Council reaches its final deliberations. The Council decides to reaffirm the doctrines of the Council of Chalcedon held in 451, and this ends the controversy over monothelitism. Those bishops who oppose it are mainly from lands not under current Roman rule, and are outvoted. Anathema is proclaimed over Pope Honorius (625-638) who suggested the dogma of monoenergism to Heraclius. The Patriarchs Pyrrhos I (638-641), Paul II (641-653) and Peter II (654-666) are also anathematised because of their support for the doctrines of monothelitism and monoenergism. Emperor Heraclius himself is chastised, although not anathematised. The Council adjourns until the autumn when Constantine returns from his campaign against the Bulgars and ratifies the decisions agreed upon. Justinian is highly praised by his father and many bishops for his good handling of the synod. Constantine himself, for his victories over the Arabs, and his successful synod, is acclaimed as another Constantine the Great, and is greatly cheered by his people. All this makes his brothers jealous, and they feel their positions are threatened.

Despite good planning and preparation the combined sea and land campaign against the Bulgars ends in fiasco, although it had a promising and victorious start. At the worst possible moment, Constantine's gout flares up, sending him into such pain that he cannot take to the field, and lead his forces into battle. With no choice, he has to sail down the Danube from Dobruja where the main Bulgar fortress is, to Mesembria, in order to take to the waters there in the hope that it will rapidly restore his health. However, without the Emperor there, the soldiers are not inspired to fight, and a rumour even goes up that he has fled and abandoned them. The consequence of all this is that when the Bulgars attack, the Roman forces fall back in confusion, and flee the field. What should have been a certain victory is turned into a rout by an unfortunate happenstance. Constantine receives the news in anger and despair, and with no choice left, ends the campaign, and heads back to Constantinople with his remaining forces. News of this defeat emboldens his brothers further, who use the disaffection of the troops to raise negative feeling against Constantine.

On his return, the Emperor lavishes praise on Justinian, and announces his intention to make him co-emperor. At the same time, his brothers, who have openly criticised him over the Council and the defeat against the Bulgars, and he suspects have been plotting against him, are stripped of their co-emperor status. This is the final straw for them, and they slip out of the palace to organise a revolt. Their supporters blame Constantine for the defeat and demand his brothers' reinstatement as co-emperors at an equal level to Constantine, as opposed to their previous junior status. They use the doctrine of the Trinity to argue, that just as there is God, the Son and the Holy Spirit ruling in heaven, so should there be three equal emperors on earth.

Crowds of disaffected soldiers returning from the Bulgarian campaign begin to assemble in the streets of Constantinople. Soldiers from some Anatolian districts also assemble on the other side of the straits across from the Golden Horn. Constantine determines to deal with it, and hatches a plan with the Patrician, Theodore of Koloneia whereby Theodore, a tough and experienced commander, will confront them on the street, and all ferries are halted across the straits. Justinian goes along with Theodore. They address the assembled soldiers, and a good speech by both of them convinces the soldiers to send ten representatives to parlay with the Emperor. The Emperor immediately has them arrested, executed and their bodies are hung in gibbets on the coast with placards strung around their necks proclaiming them traitors, so that the soldiers on the other side of the strait can see them. This is enough to stop the soldiers in their tracks, and they disperse. Nothing more is heard in support of Constantine's brothers, who slink back into the palace. When asked if they accept Constantine as Emperor, they refuse. Constantine has their noses cut off, and then exiled to a distant part of the Empire where they cause no further trouble. Having paused with thought, the Emperor, decides not to raise Justinian to the level of co-emperor, fearing that he might have similar troubles if he does the same with the Prince's younger brother Heraclius at a later date.

Having sorted this, the Emperor turns his attention to the Bulgar emissaries who have come to arrange peace terms with the Empire. Constantine is forced to agree to 1,440 nomismata a year as tribute. Satisfied, they return to their homeland.

Finally, Constantine attends the final session of the synod, and ratifies the proposals that had been agreed to. Copies are sent to Pope Leo II in Rome for his approval.

Despite the defeat to the Bulgars, the tribute is not too large, the Council is a success, and with peace on all borders, Constantine can feel satisfied that things are not as bad as they could be. Indeed, his people celebrate him.

Two months later, Constantine has his first attack of kidney stones.

682 The Emperor suffers his second painful episode of kidney stones in the spring. His health begins to deteriorate somewhat. Pope Leo confirms the decrees of the Sixth Ecumenical Council.

683 Pope St. Leo II dies. Pope Benedict II is elected to the leadership of the Holy See although he is not yet ordained.

684 Relations between the Emperor and Pope Benedict II who has been ordained in this year are friendly, and the decrees of the Council have ended any schism or ill feeling between the east and west. The relations are good enough that Constantine agrees to Benedict's request to be spiritual father to his sons Justinian and Heraclius. Locks of their hair are sent to Rome wrapped in silk as a sign of acceptance.

Three months later, in the autumn, Heraclius, who has always been a sickly child, suffers a severe bout of tuberculosis. He dies a few days later at the age of 10. His funeral is held amongst great mourning. His family, courtiers, indeed the Empire, shocked by death at such a young age. Justinian now remains as the great hope of his parents, and after demonstrating his skill and competence in recent years, they feel they have reason to be confident in him as do the people, the senate, the armed forces, and the court.

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Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Part II

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part II: Success and Arrogance - His First Reign

"It is one thing to be the lord of currency, quite another indeed to place the Lord on it.", Roman Treasury Official​

685 The Umayyad Caliph Marwan I dies. He was the fourth Caliph of the dynasty founded by Muawiyah I. He is succeeded by Abd al-Malik.

Pope St. Benedict II dies. John V, a former delegate at the Council is elected to succeed him.

In February, Constantine reconsiders his previous decision about not raising Justinian to the rank of co-emperor, and duly makes his son co-ruler.

Constantine's health and demeanour improve somewhat in the early part of the year. However, during the summer, the Emperor falls very ill after rashly eating a generous helping of fish sauce that has gone off somewhat, he rallies slightly, but it is no good, and he dies of dysentery at the age of 33. His remaining son becomes Emperor as Justinian II at the age of 16.

Justinian decides to find a wife and selects a bride from a choice presented by his mother the Dowager Empress Anastasia. He marries his bride Eudocia, daughter of Philaretus, the Count of the Walls (official in charge of the Long Wall protecting the part of Thrace closest to Constantinople from Barbarian attacks) in November.

686 Patriarch George I dies. His successor, Theodore I who has recanted his support for monothelitism and previously deposed by Constantine IV, is restored by Justinian. Stephen the Persian, formerly a parakoimomenos (court official/bodyguard) is appointed as the new sakellarios (chancellor of the treasury/honorary supervisor of other palace advisors and logothetes), after the previous one angered Justinian by criticising his demand to find more money for his projects.

The Emperor launches strikes against the Arabs in Armenia under the command of the General Leontius, and after several victories, compels the Caliph Abd al-Malik to pay a far higher tribute of 1000 nomismata along with a high-bred horse and a slave every week. Tax revenues from Iberia and Armenia are shared between the leaders, and the Romans secure control of part of Cyprus, along with splitting the tax revenues there as well.

Unfortunately for the Emperor, his wife Eudocia dies in childbirth leaving him a daughter, Anastasia who in his grief he cannot bear to see and blames for his wife's death.

Pope John V dies after having spent most of his reign confined to his bed, and Conon is elected as the new pontiff.

687 12,000 of the warlike Christian Mardaites (Maronites) who constantly caused trouble for the Arabs are resettled from Lebanon to the western border areas of the Empire according to the agreements made with the Caliph. However, some are left in place to offer a smaller bulwark against Arab incursions. Justinian travels to meet the Mardaite leaders, and whilst on his way there through Anatolia, notes vast stretches of land empty and unproductive due to the ravages of war in the past. He does not forget what he sees. With his Eastern border stable, Justinian transfers troops from Anatolia for his planned offensive against the Slavs and Bulgars.

Patriarch Theodore I dies. He is succeeded by Paul III. In Rome Pope Conon also dies, and is replaced by Sergius I.

688 Justinian opens his offensive on the Slavs and Bulgars in Macedonia. He obtains a series of victories and captures many prisoners.

689 The Emperor completes his campaign by defeating all the tribes in the area and securing the territory for the Empire. He enters Thessalonica, the second city of the Empire in triumph, creates the new military district of Hellas, appoints the commander of the city's garrison as the new strategos (military governor) and gives over the salt revenues now exempt from tax to the local bishop (salt being a very valuable and important commodity). He resettles massive numbers of his prisoners in Anatolia, remembering the huge amounts of empty land that is there. He wishes it to become productive from an agricultural perspective, as well as providing more revenue in taxation from his new subjects. Neboulus, the captured leader of the Slavic tribes is put in charge of making an army of 30,000 of his men to join the Roman Army for future campaigns.

Justinian starts his campaign against the Bulgars late in the year. After winning a number of victories, the winter weather closes in earlier than usual, and the Emperor, mindful of what befell the Emperor Maurice when he tried to get his hungry underpaid troops to fight in winter who had rebelled and ended in his murder, decides to return to the capital. However, on the way back, the Roman army is ambushed in a pass by the Bulgars, and Justinian is forced to fight his way through them, sustaining significant losses as he does so, even though he is ultimately able to beat them back enough to continue on. The army gratefully enters Constantinople before the end of the year, and the soldiers return to their families across the Empire.

Stephen the Persian notifies the Emperor that the rise in revenues in tribute from the Arabs and taxation in the Empire have comfortably paid for the war against the Slavs and Bulgars. He also mentions a monk called Theodotus who he extols as being very effective at sniffing out those who owe money to the state. Justinian asks Stephen to send him a report of Theodotus' successes. The Dowager Empress Anastasia warns Justinian about Stephen the Persian's coercive methods of collecting money that are causing people, especially merchants and nobles to hate him, and through him the hate is beginning to attach itself to Justinian as well. The Emperor ignores his mother, thinking that he knows what is best for the Empire.

Patriarch Paul comes to the Emperor with a suggestion to tie up all the loose ends of the Sixth Ecumenical Council (Third Council of Constantinople) held in 680-681 by Constantine IV. To his surprise, Justinian agrees, and gives him instructions to make sure there are as many bishops present as possible, even those in lands under the control of the Arabs, the Franks and the Germans amongst others.

Justinian has a desire for constructing buildings. One of his projects is to make alterations and enlargements to his palace. Of course, this all costs money.

Justinian’s Farmer’s Law benefits the peasantry, stating that they are free, and masters of their own land amongst other generous provisions. Whilst very popular with the peasantry, it does not go down well with the aristocratic landowners.

690 The Emperor decides to travel to Anatolia to see how his new Slav army is progressing. He is suitably impressed with their training, but decides to wait awhile until they are fully battle ready before he carries out his plan to attack the Arabs once more. The Caliphate starts minting coins with words of the Prophet in Arabic on them. This causes consternation in Constantinople since previously, they had always used Roman coins. This adds to the pressure for going to war against the Arabs.

Anticipating a large amount of expenditure during the coming war, the Emperor asks Stephen the Persian to make sure the treasury has enough funds for it. Stephen warns that it may not be easy to fund everything without raising taxes further. Justinian, not bothered with the details, tells him to use any means necessary to obtain the necessary funds. He receives the report about Theodotus, and is impressed enough that he raises him to the position of Logothetes tou genikou or General Logothete (responsible for collecting all taxes), equal in rank to Stephen. The two officials' love for money and their methods of extracting unpaid taxes from people soon result in them being the most hated individuals in the Empire. They even resort to methods of torture, such as roasting people over fires until they pay. Petitions to the Emperor about their behaviour soon begin to mount, however, the cunning officials manage to make sure Justinian dismisses them out of hand. Stephen dresses richly and ostentatiously and flouts his wealth, boasting of his power and is almost never seen without a whip in his hand. Theodotus in contrast is more subtle, and retains the simple robes of a monk, but is no less devious and violent.

Apart from some raids, things are mostly quiet on the borders with the Bulgars for the next couple of years, the Mardaites serving as an effective bulwark against them.

The Emperor consults his coin engraver about ideas to deal with the Arabs new coins. At first he considers insulting inscriptions directed at the Prophet on Roman coins, but Cyril the Engraver dissuades him from this, saying that since his nomismata should be around for centuries to come (basing it on coins from long distant reigns still being in circulation) it would be a pity to deface them with something representing the quarrel of the moment, and asks Justinian time to come up with something special. The Emperor, struck by his simple and honest manner, agrees.

The Arabs, skirting around Carthage, manage to take a part of North Africa, and secure the straits of Gibraltar, heading up into Iberia. Justinian is unable at present to do much about this, deciding to build up his resources to battle the Arabs in Anatolia and the Levant instead.

Delegates for the upcoming synod begin arriving in Constantinople. Even though it is not due to start for another year, some find the temptation of being able to stay in the great city with all its luxuries too great to resist.

691 The Quinisextum (Fifth-Sixth) Council opens in Constantinople. It is held in the domed hall of the Great Palace, which those from the west call ‘trullo’. The Council becomes known as the Council in Trullo in the west as a consequence. Most of the assembled bishops are from the east; however, there are some from western areas as well. Part of the Council’s work is to regulate and clamp down on practices viewed as sinful, such as gambling, pagan customs, as well as the main part of tying up the loose ends of the previous Council. This Council aims not to concentrate so much on dogma, but rather discipline. The Emperor starts his war against the Arabs, and forces move east.

692 The Emperor’s coin engraver, Cyril comes to Justinian with new appearances for his coins. The novel design awes Justinian into silence, for it has something on it that has never been done before. On one side of the coin is Justinian’s head with the words “D. IUSTINIANUS SERVUS CHRISTI” – “Lord Justinian, servant of Christ”. However it is the other side that is very special indeed - the head of Christ himself with the inscription: “IES. CHRISTOS REX REGNANTIUM” – “Jesus Christ, King of Rulers”. Never before has the image of Christ been put on Roman coins, and from this time on, it will continue to be a feature of the coinage. As the engraver says, “It will show the followers of the false prophet what we think of him and of them.” Justinian is more than pleased; he has found a way to win one battle against the Arabs without loosing an arrow.

The Quinisextum concludes, and Justinian approves the decrees that are agreed upon as a consequence of it. A copy is sent to Pope Sergius in Rome for his approval and signature.

The war against the Arabs continues. Justinian is victorious over them in a battle in Armenia. However at the two-day Battle of Sebastopolis, the Romans lose, in no small part to Leontius failing to carry out Justinian's orders for troop dispositions and with a large Slavic contingent, including their leader Neboulus, defecting to the Arabs after being bribed by them during the night. The situation would most probably have been saved if Leontius had carried out Justinian's orders which anticipated problems with the Slav troops. They had been waiting to see which way the battle was going, and Leontius' failure to exploit a tactical situation that Justinian had planned for caused them to go over to the Arabs.

Justinian vents his anger by apparently executing all the remaining Slavs in his army when he returns with them to the land he had given them and after their families are with them welcoming them back. (Historical note: However, it seems that this story may not be entirely true, possibly just propaganda exaggerated or even made up by his immediate successors, since a seal from the area shows that there was still a Slavic governor in place there, at and after this time). Leontius is imprisoned for disobeying orders.

Stephen the Persian and Theodotus warn Justinian that the Empire is short of funds due to the ongoing fights against the Arabs. Although there are no major engagements, there are many skirmishes, and they are costing the treasury dear in absence of the tribute that had previously been flowing into the coffers. Justinian gives them permission to extract more money from the noble class. Stephen and Theodotus of course use their usual brutal methods to extort as much money as possible.

Pope Sergius sends a letter to the Emperor, refusing to sign the decrees of the Quinisextum. Patriarch Paul advises Justinian to first exercise restraint, and send a letter back to persuade the pontiff of the reasons why he should accept the decrees. The letter is duly sent.

693 A letter arrives back from Pope Sergius, flatly refusing to sign the decrees. Justinian is very angry and strongly considers seizing the Pope and punishing him. Patriarch Paul once more advises restraint and more letters are exchanged with little change in the situation.

Later in the year Paul III dies, and Callinicus I becomes Patriarch. With Sergius’ continued intransigence, the Emperor finally has enough, and without Paul to restrain him, orders the Exarch of Ravenna, Zacharias, to arrest him and bring him to Constantinople to face judgement. The orders are duly sent.

Stephen the Persian’s and Theodotus’ methods of extracting money from the aristocratic class are creating more and more dislike of the regime. The Emperor’s building programme is also absorbing considerable funds. They assure him that there is nothing to worry about.

694 Abd Al-Malik makes further incursions into Armenia. Armenia is lost to Roman control after its ruler defects to the Arabs citing disagreement with the edicts of the Quinisextum, which his own bishops had agreed to. More probably he goes over to the Arabs because the fighting is not going well for him. The Arabs still face opposition from those who do not wish to surrender though, and fighting continues there.

Zacharias arrives in Rome to arrest the Pope. However, the militias in Rome and Ravenna refuse to follow his orders once they are made known, and Zacharias finds himself under siege in the Lateran Palace, only managing to survive and escape due to the personal intervention of the Pope. When Justinian finds out, there is little he can do except explode in rage. He plans to deal with Armenia and the issue of the Pope, but needs time to gather enough resources to carry these out, and problems in the theme of Hellas are distracting him.

The extortions of Stephen and Theodotus are practically driving the noble class into destruction. They are reaching breaking point and anger against the Emperor is at a critical level.

695 The stratēgos of Hellas is killed. Justinian seeks a replacement to take on this dangerous posting. Late in the year, Leontius is released to be sent as governor of the troublesome province, Justinian expecting him to have his hands too full there to cause any trouble. Lax security when escorting the former general to the ship that was to transport him there leads to him escaping and raising a rebellion that evening, Leontius being aware of the strong likelihood of support for him from the aristocracy and other elements of society. The hated officials Stephen the Persian and Theodotus are captured and hauled off by the crowd to be burnt alive.

By the morning, Justinian is overthrown by Leontius who is supported by the enraged nobles suffering under Justinian's harsh tax system. He is assisted by the Patriarch Callinicus, a fact Justinian later does not forget. He is dragged into the Hippodrome where in front of the jeering crowds, his nose is cut off in a procedure called rhinokopia (often used in the past to make potential rivals ineligible for the throne) and his tongue slit (unsuccessfully). Leontius spares his life on account of his friendship with Constantine IV in the past. Justinian is thrown onto a ship, and he is sent into exile to Cherson in the Crimea. From this date on, he acquires Rhinotmetos (Cut-nosed) as a sobriquet.

The Arabs complete their conquest of Armenia. Leontius renames himself slightly, and ascends the throne as Leo. However, most people still call him Leontius (II), much to his annoyance.

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[Sargon]

Part III

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part III: Long Exile & The Struggle Back - Restoration, Triumph and Reflection

"Upon overcoming the Lion and the Asp, he set about other matters with much enthusiasm", George of Thessalonica, Roman Historian*​

696 Leontius instructs the governor of Cherson to keep an eye on Justinian, and sends funds to pay for any extra security that may be needed. Justinian has been living in a monastic house for travellers since his arrival when he was wracked by fever because of his wounds. As the ship left Constantinople, he had glared over the stern of it, and vehemently vowed that he would return and punish those who had overthrown him.

The wound to his tongue, although painful, heals fairly rapidly, and it does not affect him at all. The injury to his nose festers for a while, but it too heals up, leaving pink scars where it once was.

Although upset at what has happened to him, he firmly believes he will return to Constantinople in the future, and after a short while, he goes back to being his normal talkative self. He views Leontius as an upstart who due to his inbuilt incompetence will not last long on the throne, giving him a chance to come back. For him, Leontius is a bad joke of an usurper, and Justinian still considers himself as the rightful and reigning Emperor, despite his situation.

Life is not easy for him though. With no money, he has to rely on a couple of supporters to help him get back on his feet. Totally unaccustomed to taking care of himself after a lifetime of luxury, it takes a while for him to adjust to his new surroundings. However, he adapts remarkably rapidly, illustrating his determination and resourcefulness which are entirely characteristic of him.

697 After a large assault, Carthage falls to the Arabs. Leontius despatches a naval expedition to reclaim it. John the Patrician, commanding admiral of the Emperor's forces, manages to retake the harbour and most of the city, however, Arab reinforcements arrive and drive him out of the city and back to Crete. Leontius’ reaction to the events falls short of being effective, however and he starts to blame everyone except himself for these failings.

698 Fearful of Leontius' anger, the soldiers rebel against John, depose him from command, and raise the drungarios (admiral) Apsimarus to the purple. The fleet arrives back in Constantinople, and the soldiers besiege the city, which is experiencing an outbreak of plague. Some detachments from the field armies and even some from the imperial guard regiments join up with him. Furthermore, Leontius bungles the defence of the city and in the end the city gates are thrown open by disaffected soldiers who know an incompetent Emperor when they see one. Leontius is predictably dethroned and captured, having his nose cut off, and sent off to a monastery. Apsimarus ascends the throne and takes the more Roman-sounding name of Tiberius III. He reluctantly give up on Carthage with the result that North Africa is lost to the Romans. He instead concentrates his efforts on the Arabs of the Umayyad Caliphate in the lands to the east.

Justinian receives news of Leontius' overthrow and mutilation, deriving some grim satisfaction from the irony of the events, and not surprised at all that Leontius managed to get himself thrown out after a relatively short period. However, he is less pleased that Apsimarus has taken the throne for himself. By now, he has some more followers, however he is reminded that because of his mutilation, he is seen as ineligible for the throne by nearly everyone else, and that Apsimarus can hardly be blamed for not recalling him. Justinian sees things differently of course, and this just makes him vow harder to return and reclaim what is his.

699 With the help of his brother Heraclius who is a general in the army, Tiberius sets about strengthening the land and sea defences of Anatolia with considerable energy. He has plans for the east, and does not wish to waste any time in his preparations.

700 With his reorganisations and dispositions complete, Tiberius launches aggressive offensives at Arab-held Syria and into Armenia. He is quite successful in Armenia, and goes on to regain parts of it.

701 Tiberius wins some more victories against the Arabs, and he goes on to invade Syria, pushing the Arabs back. However, a number of his gains in Armenia prove to be short-lived as the forces of the Caliph fight back.

Justinian reflects upon the story of Job, and how similar his situation is. His faith is as strong as ever, even though the news reaching him is that Tiberius is proving to be quite an effective Emperor.

In September, Pope St. Sergius I dies after a reign of nearly 14 years. Two months later, his replacement is elected and takes the name John VI.

702 Justinian continues to languish in Cherson, still determined to return, but waiting for the right time. It is possible he experienced some kind of primitive plastic surgery by an Indian doctor to repair his nose at this time. This gives him even more hope, and he begins to think more intensively about regaining his throne. He begins to draw the attention of Tiberius, but continues to keep a low profile despite the urgings of his supporters. An abbot named Cyrus arrives in Cherson, motivated by a premonition he had about Justinian becoming Emperor again. He feels it is so important that he has left his position as head of a monastery in Amastris, and intends to devote himself selflessly and completely to Justinian’s cause.

703 Arab reprisal raids in Cilicia are repulsed by Tiberius and he orders a closer watch on the exiled Emperor, who feels that things are becoming more dangerous for him in Cherson. His supporters continue urging him to make a move. Deciding the time is right, he proclaims his intent to return, and the local authorities decide to deal with him by sending him back to Constantinople for punishment. However, Justinian manages to escape before they can lay their hands on him, and heads north with a few followers into the Khazar steppes.

After stopping off at Doros, Justinian reaches the court of the Khazar Khagan Ibousiros Gliabanos (Busir Glavan) who offers his sister as a bride. She subsequently converts to Orthodox Christianity, Justinian marries her with Cyrus the Abbot officiating, and she is renamed Theodora. The couple then move to Phanagoria and settle down to await events.

704 The Arabs again attack the Romans in Cilicia, but are once more defeated with heavy losses. The situation in the East is looking positive for Tiberius as the Caliphate suffers from these blows.

Justinian’s location becomes known to the authorities in Constantinople, and the Khagan is threatened then bribed by Tiberius to kill Justinian. Warned by his wife (now pregnant) who receives news of this via a servant, he kills the assassins with his own hands, and heads off in a fishing boat to Cherson to gather his supporters. They only number a handful, which is just as well since he only has a small boat. Cyrus, who has been acting as the eyes and ears of Justinian in Cherson, is unable to join them as he cannot make it out of the monastery without raising suspicion.

After gathering his followers who accompanied him to Khazaria: Barisbakourios and Stephen, brothers from Cherson, Moropaulos (Foolish Paul) the Chersonite fisherman who provides the boat, Theophilos of Doros, a supporter who had joined Justinian on his way to see the Khazar Khagan, and Myakes, Justinian's gruff, straight-speaking bodyguard and loyal supporter, they all head back across the Black Sea. On the way, the little boat is consumed by a raging storm. Fearful of being drowned, Myakes begs Justinian to promise God he will show mercy on all those who have wronged him when he gets back to Constantinople. Justinian refuses, and shakes his fist at the thunderclouds shouting, "If I have mercy on even one of them, may God drown me now!". (POD) Justinian is thrown overboard by a large wave and flails helplessly in the heaving sea. He disappears under the angry waves; however, Myakes quickly ties a rope to himself, and dives over the side to find him. Miraculously, he finds Justinian and drags him back onto the deck of the tiny boat. Justinian is in a bad state but survives. The storm dies out very soon afterwards.

Justinian mulls over the effect of his challenge to God with Myakes' frank words echoing in his ears. "Emperor, it does not do well to challenge God. See what you got for it. Aye, he was angry with you well enough. He's given you another chance, that's what he's done. You'd better prove yourself if you don't want more of the same I'd say.".

Justinian later reaches the court of Tervel, the Bulgar Khan. Tervel agrees to help with Justinian promising him some financial considerations as well as some territory. In addition, to further secure the deal, Justinian promises him either the hand of his daughter in marriage, or if that is not possible, the title of Caesar, second only to that of his own.

705 In Rome, Pope John VI dies, and the subsequent election results in John VII taking the throne of the Holy See.

The Umayyad Caliph Abd al-Malik dies peacefully, and is succeeded by his son Al-Walid I.

In the spring, Justinian, with Tervel at his side march on Constantinople with 15,000 Bulgar horsemen. On the way, they encounter a young shepherd by the name of Konon, also going by the name Leo, who offers Justinian 500 sheep for his army. Justinian is impressed with the demeanour of the young man, and immediately takes him into his service granting him the position of spatharios (a junior officer in the Imperial Guard).

The army of Slavs and Bulgars soon appears outside of Constantinople with the two leaders at its head. After three days with the city authorities contemptuously refusing Justinian's demands that they open the gates to him, he decides to take more direct action. With a few hand-picked followers, he finds a disused aqueduct leading through the city walls. He squeezes along the water conduit, and in the early hours emerges into the city with his band of supporters. Guards approach, but rather than running away, Justinian loudly declares who he is, and a significant number of guards join with him and call his name out in support. The others flee and also shout that he is in the city, which suits him fine, since it raises up more chaos. Justinian and a growing band of troops and citizens making a lot of noise and shouting his acclamations, march on the palace. Tiberius flees so fast that he leaves the imperial regalia behind, and escapes the city on a ship from the palace's private harbour. Justinian secures the palace and settles back in.

The next day, Justinian summons the Patriarch Callinicus to his throne room. He is not happy at all with Callinicus, who has fawned after each Emperor, crowning them with effusion and being entirely self-serving in nature each time a new Emperor appears in order to protect his own hide. Furthermore, he abandoned Justinian and made possible a large part of the plot to overthrow him by lending his support to the usurper and his followers. The Emperor severely chastises him, and the Patriarch throws himself on the floor amid grovels fearing his fate. Justinian decides to strip him of his position and sends him to a monastery (Historical Note: OTL he blinded and exiled him).

A few days later, Tervel is allowed into the city. Justinian has since found out that his daughter has entered a convent in his absence and cannot marry. Therefore, he arranges a ceremony to be held where he personally crowns Tervel as Roman Caesar. The huge crowd attending the event gasps in shock twice. Firstly, since the fact that an Emperor without a nose is ruling them is unbelievable: the convention being that an Emperor must be free of all obvious physical defects in order to be fit to rule. Secondly, as no foreigner, let alone a barbarian has been awarded such an accolade before, and Justinian having made Tervel Caesar being something utterly unthinkable.

However, they cheer, as is the custom, and shout out slogans wishing Justinian and his new Caesar victory, good fortune and long life. Celebratory coins are thrown into the crowd which no doubt aids their levels of enthusiasm: Cyril the Engraver having already designed and minted new ones marked at Justinian’s command with the number twenty, since in the Emperor’s reckoning, this is the twentieth year of his reign, signifying in his view that he never ceased being ruler. Loaded down with gold, silks, spices and other riches promised by Justinian, Tervel, glowing with pride, heads back to his homeland with his army.

With Tiberius still at large somewhere in Thrace, Justinian sends out spies and soldiers to look for him. The former Emperor’s brother Heraclius stops fighting the Arabs and heads back to Thrace to help his brother. The Arabs welcome the respite from fighting.

As one of his first acts, and taking advantage of the fact that Pope Sergius is no longer around to give him trouble, the Emperor sends two bishops to Pope John VII suggesting that he at least give his approval to those decrees of the Quinisextum to which he has no objection.

A few weeks later, Apsimarus is captured in Thrace, and the support in his brother’s army melts away, until there are very few troops left loyal to him. Thus, Heraclius is also captured just three weeks after his brother. They are taken back to Constantinople where Justinian wonders what he should do with them. Previous to his epiphany in the little fishing boat, he wanted outright revenge by executing them, but now as he is on his throne once more, he has had some time to reflect upon his past actions, God’s response to his challenge, and Myakes’ words.

As he is pondering what plans he ought to carry out for them, news arrives from the court of the Khagan Ibousiros Gliabanos via ship that Theodora has given birth to a son. Justinian is overjoyed at the news, and then asks the name of the baby. The captain pauses, and then says, “Emperor, he was baptized as Tiberius.”. The entire court goes quiet, wondering how the Emperor will react to the news that his son shares the same name as one of his treacherous uncles, and the usurper he just deposed. Justinian correctly surmises that the Khagan had a hand in the naming; perhaps hedging his bets with Apsimarus with a name that would please him since at that time, Justinian was not restored to his throne. Justinian is not angry; rather he says that the name pleases him well enough, it having been the name of an Emperor in the past who was a confidant of the first Justinian.

Justinian wants his wife to come to Constantinople as soon as possible, however he is warned by the captain that the stormy season is approaching and it could be very dangerous for them to traverse the Black Sea. Justinian defers to his advice and decides to wait until the waters are safer before summoning them to the city.

Not long after this, Cyrus the Abbot arrives by ship from Cherson, barely making it due to the storms, vindicating the sea-captain’s advice to the Emperor. Justinian, grateful for his loyalty and steadfast support, immediately appoints him to the Throne of St. Andrew as his new patriarch, something he had been planning to do for a long time. As it turns out, he makes a very good choice, and Cyrus will prove to be an effective occupant of the apostle’s chair.

The year is growing to a close, and Justinian is still reflecting upon his past misdeeds and what he should do for the future. He is very busy however, dealing with matters of all kinds that have piled up since he has returned, and has yet to turn his attention as to what to do with Leontius, Apsimarus and his brother Heraclius.

With the Arabs having suffered heavily under the recent assaults in Armenia, Anatolia and Syria, Justinian uses his position of strength to secure a favourable tribute from the Caliph, with 2500 nomismata along with 2 fine-bred horses and a slave a week. The amount of nomismata is not as high as previously agreed in his first reign, but the extra horse is more valuable in its own way. To sweeten the deal for the Caliph, Justinian returns 6,000 Arab prisoners of war taken by his predecessors and congratulates Al-Walid on his accession sending him gifts of spices, jewel encrusted golden banquet items, and beautiful Roman silk products as a token of good faith.

With his eastern domains secured and stable, Justinian intensifies his already substantial moves to strengthen the theme system by ensuring the peasantry are free and refining the idea of them supplying hereditary military service in exchange for land by adding further smaller benefits. At the same time, he realises his past mistake, and makes sure the taxes on the aristocracy are fairer with some sweeteners to calm them down further due to their wariness about his benefits to the peasantry. It is all part of his plan to undo a great injury against the empire: the loss of North Africa and this is where he plans to put right the failings of Leontius.

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*Fictional future historian, born into existence due to butterflies


Comments, suggestions? You can see that Justinian has refrained from his violent suppression and is pursuing more sensible policies than in OTL. This will lead to major changes, and iconoclasm is going to be butterflied away. Is this all ultimately going to be worthwhile, or am I wasting my time since few people seem to be reading and commenting? If people really aren't bothered, then I'll stop.


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[Sargon]

Part IV

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part IV: A Change in Direction - Mercy & Joy

"Mercy is much like gambling, but of course in recent times one has been limited. the other is not.", Attributed to an unknown bishop, Roman Empire​

706 Caliph Al-Walid I begins the Great Mosque of Damascus. He buys the former Christian church that is there, demolishes it and sets to work creating the world’s largest and most magnificent mosque. During excavations, the head of John the Baptist is reportedly found. He requests the assistance of Justinian to decorate the mosque, and 200 skilled Roman craftsmen are sent. A shrine to John the Baptist is incorporated into the building.

The Emperor rewards those stalwart followers who had accompanied him from Cherson. Barisbakourios is made komēs tou basilikou Opsikiou (Count) of the Opsikon Theme, a relatively safe but extremely prestigious assignment, and a good opportunity to illustrate his potential skills. His brother Stephen is made a parakoimōmenos. Myakes is now Count of the Excubitores (Palace Guard lit. 'The Watchmen') being in command of the force. Theophilos of Doros is also made a parakoimōmenos. Moropaulos wants nothing more than a larger fishing boat, which he is duly awarded, but is also granted parakoimōmenos as a courtesy title. Leo, already a spatharios, has recently displayed guile and organisational skills, and Justinian puts him in charge of the city’s intelligence network. Cyrus the Abbot has already received his reward, becoming Patriarch.

The Emperor reaches his decision about what to do with Leontius, Apsimarus and Heraclius. First of all, he decides to summon Leontius to his presence. The bedraggled usurper presents a sorry sight as he is led into the throne room, his beard and hair matted with dirt, the centre of his face dominated by the black hole where his large nose was, and his monk’s robes filthy and torn as he prostrates himself on the floor. At first, he does not recognise the figure seated on the throne. Justinian asks him to stand, and Leontius gasps in amazement as he realises who it is.

“How can this be? Your nose was struck from your body!”, he splutters. The Emperor suppresses a smile, and just replies that things have changed somewhat. Leontius seems worried at his fate, “I did not kill you, what plans do you have for me?”.

Justinian observes him and replies, “God has punished you for your sins, and appropriately I must say.”, gesturing to Leontius’ nose, or rather lack of one. The Emperor pauses for a moment, and then tells Leontius that he has no wish to punish him further, but that he will remain in a monastery, to contemplate God’s wisdom and mercy. However, as a sign of generosity, Leontius will be moved to a better monastery where he can live more comfortably, and not suffer the indignity of filthy and torn robes and such a sorry appearance. The former usurper’s face shows expressions of relief as he thanks the Emperor and is led from the chamber. (Historical note: OTL he was dragged through the streets, pelted with all manner of objects, and had Justinian’s boot planted on his neck whilst the Emperor watched the races at the Hippodrome, before finally having his head struck from his body.)

Having dealt with Leontius, Apsimarus is brought in. In contrast to Leontius, he still strikes an impressive figure, unbowed and defiant. He looks Justinian straight in the eye. The Emperor asks him why he did not recall him after overthrowing Leontius.

“You had no nose, how could you rule? Besides, with such pressing problems, you’ll admit the Empire needing saving after three years of Leontius, and I didn’t too badly with it either whilst on the throne.”.

This time, the Emperor could not resist a smile. “I cannot argue with your appraisal of Leontius, there at least we have agreement, and you gave the miscalled Commander of the Faithful a hard time, there is no doubt. However, later you tried to have me killed.”. Apsimarus shifts a little uncomfortably at this, but replies that anyone else would have done the same with a person they viewed as too much of a potential threat, to which Justinian nods.

“All being fair, after attempting to kill me, would it not be wise of me to have you killed?”, queries the Emperor scanning Apsimarus’ face for signs of fear. The former usurper displays little, and draws himself up, saying the Emperor may do with him what he wishes. Justinian is impressed by this bravery, confirming his plans for Apsimarus. “Although you have sinned against me, I have decided to be merciful. You are a good commander of men, and it would be wasteful to send you to God’s Judgement just yet. You will become a military advisor to me. Perhaps my mercy is foolish, but God will decide my fate, as He decides yours.”.

Apsimarus’ expression goes from surprise to astonishment to outright incredulousness. “You would trust me??”, his voice quavering slightly with surprise as the Emperor watches him with some amusement.

“In time, perhaps I will, but until then you will be watched carefully. You have a second chance. Prove yourself to me, and at least you will not have to spend the rest of your days in a dungeon. You may of course betray me, but God will no doubt punish you dearly for has He not favoured my return in the face of impossible odds?”.

Apsimarus looks down at the floor, the truth of the Emperor’s words hitting him - thinking to himself how a man with such trials could have unseated him. Yet it had been done. Apsimarus considers that God must have had a hand in kicking him off his throne and allowing Justinian back since there was no other way he could rationalise it to himself. “Very well Emperor, it is God’s will. I will not disappoint you.”. And with that, Justinian smiles broadly and in a not unfriendly manner as Apsimarus is escorted to his new apartments. (Historical note: in OTL, Apsimarus suffered the same ordeals and final punishment as Leontius: Justinian’s feet getting a good rest that day with both of them planted on their necks at the same time.)

Myakes seems edgy, telling the Emperor that he might be being reckless by being too merciful. Justinian responds that his mercy is divined by God, and reminding Myakes of his words during the storm, although he notes Myakes' caution, and asks him never to be afraid to state his opinion since such observations can be useful. Besides, his plans require capable people if they are to be carried out well. Myakes agrees the point in his usual gruff manner. (Historical note: In OTL Roman history, there are instances where former usurpers have been treated leniently, for example, Basil II kept on Bardas Sclerus as an advisor, and awarded him the title of Kouropalatēs (Marshal of the Imperial Court) despite the former’s attempts to overthrow him and declaring himself Emperor.)

Finally, Heraclius, brother to Apsimarus, is brought in unaware that his sibling has already been there. Like his brother, he stands up proud after first prostrating himself. Justinian casts his gaze over him and gains some idea of why this man is so capable of beating the Arabs. It is something he does not intend to waste. “What do you have to say for yourself?”, says the Emperor in a matter-of-fact way.

With only a trace of pride, Heraclius replies, “Only what any brother would do for his own flesh and blood. Stay by his side and fight his cause. Would you have done any different?”. Justinian considers that, wondering what he might have done if his own brother was still alive. Appreciating the sentiment, however, and satisfied with Heraclius’ frankness and dignity, he decides what he has in mind is right.

“Perfectly natural as you say. You will then have a chance to fight beside him again, General Heraclius.”, the Emperor says with conviction, watching as the formerly unperturbed man’s mouth falls open in astonishment, whilst his turns upwards in the hint of a smile. “You are to give the followers of the False Prophet more trouble in the future. As well as other enemies of the Empire.”.

Heraclius may be surprised, but he takes it in his stride. “I would be happy to Emperor. I did not expect such magnanimity from you. I gauge from your words that my brother has also benefitted from your leniency?”. Justinian replies in the affirmative and states what he has offered Apsimarus. Heraclius is relieved, but cautious, and asks why he is so lenient. Justinian of course tells him because God means it to be so, and would Heraclius beg to differ with God’s will? Of course, Heraclius will not, and having expecting at the very least to be exiled to some remote monastery, and at worst losing his head, is more than satisfied with the outcome. “You have my loyalty Emperor, and that’s a promise. I’ll give the enemies of the Empire including those followers of the miscalled Commander of the Faithful hell, as God wills it.”.

As he is escorted out, Justinian once again smiles, and quietly says, “I have no doubt you will, as it is the Will of God that gives us all a second chance.”. Myakes is seen to shift slightly once more, but keeps his mouth shut this time, an almost imperceptible look of satisfied smugness on his face.

Justinian decides to grant amnesty to other officials who had served the two usurpers, however, he feels it is prudent to take precautions to have them watched carefully by Leo's agents. (Histroical note: OTL, he murdered the lot by various inventive and painful means.)

After the storms stop, in springtime, his wife arrives back from the Khazar lands by ship, bearing her son with her accompanied by the eunuch Theophylactus, who had welcomed Justinian on his return to the Blachernae Palace, which had gone mostly unused by both Leontius and Apsimarus. Suspecting some servants and officials to be loyal to Justinian, but not being able to prove it, the usurpers had sent them to the empty palace, reckoning they could do no harm. At the Harbour of Phosperion on the Golden Horn side of the city, the ships dock, and Justinian walks out onto the quay to greet his wife, who proudly presents him with his son, Tiberius. He takes his son in his arms and holds him, and those around him see that his joy is evident, the little child gurgling and giggling as his father, the Emperor of the Romans, holds him. The Dowager Empress Anastasia arrives on the scene, and Justinian presents his son to her. She is also besotted with him, and exchanges words with Theodora. If his mother shows any signs of discomfort at his barbarian wife, they are not apparent. In fact, later on they will prove to get along well, Theodora quickly mastering Greek, having already learnt some whilst living with Justinian.

Not long after this, he parades his wife and son through the streets of the city to Hagia Sophia to the cheers of the crowd. Many had turned out for the sheer curiosity of seeing the barbarian bride and halfling son, but having been used to the news by now, the crowd seems to be less shocked than before. With his family being received relatively well, and with Patriarch Cyrus officiating, Justinian crowns his son as co-emperor to the acclamations of the crowd with his own hands, and then places the crown on his wife’s head, making her Augusta.

Initial reports from Rome indicate that Pope John VII is in favour of recognising those decrees of the Quinisextum that he has no problems with. Further correspondence is entered into about the remaining ones.

Justinian has little need to worry about his western border, Tervel keeping his word, although there are occasional raids from Slavs and Bulgars not under his control. These are however dealt with by the forces of the Theme of Hellas.

Later in the year, the Emperor decides to organise a tour to his Eastern border. He wishes to personally assess the state of the defences there. He has in mind a line of fortresses to keep the Arabs at bay should they decide to attack the Empire when he eventually moves on them in North Africa. But that is not the only thing in his mind. Recently he has been thinking about Italy, and with the lucrative tribute being received from the Caliph, he imagines the possibilities that can be achieved before dealing with the Arabs, and of course a secure eastern border to protect against any surprises is a good insurance policy. However, he also wishes to see how his improvements in the theme system are going, and perhaps made a little apprehensive by what happened last time he was at the border with Leontius, feels that he should personally oversee matters there. Leaving Patriarch Cyrus in charge in Constantinople, he travels east with Myakes.

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Justinian has been very merciful here, however, just as he had total confidence that God sanctioned everything vengeful he did in OTL, making him safe from everything, with the POD, and the perceived actions of God, he believes the same except in terms of mercy instead of revenge: that by being merciful, he is carrying out God's will, and is also in the hands of God. I think this is a reasonable assumption of his character after that event, and also is not without precedent in Roman history as referenced in my note above.

There is only one year in this chapter, but as there was a lot to write about, I felt that it would be acceptable for it to warrant its own one. Also, I wanted to inject some dialogue into the text so that we can get a better feel for the characters, their thoughts and reactions.

And may I apologise for the delay in posting this chapter. I have been rather busy (real life has a bad habit of intervening), and as always, I wanted to fine-tune aspects of it before putting it here.


I hope you continue to enjoy the timeline.


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Map of the Situation in 700

I thought people here might like a map showing the extent of the Roman Empire around this time, giving some perspective on the situation, so here is one I have made.

I could not find a map that matched my requirements regarding geographical area, despite searching on the net for hours, so I've had to make do with this. I wanted to show both the full extent of the Roman Empire and Umayyad Caliphate on one map, but very hard to find one that covers such an extent and is small enough to post here. If anyone has a blank map without borders map that covers Europe, North Africa, Central Asia, please let me know.


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Revised Map of the Situation in 700 AD

After becoming suspisious of the accuracy of maps in my books, I have done some more investigating. You just can't trust some books these days....

I found that several maps contradicted each other, but I believe that the map as now revised is pretty accurate. As you know, I like to be as precise as I can, so here is the improved version:

 

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Part V

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part V: Building the Future

"If you are building something, you are keeping people busy, with food in their stomachs accompanied by coin in their pouches and are thus less prone to grumbling. Of course, with a fair tax to assuage such grumbles, you have a happier citizenry in addition to a secure Treasury and other benefits to the Empire as well. As for the nobles, well, they are never happy, as they would prefer no taxes at all, yet still desire all the benefits they pay for. Tax them but tread with a measure of care, for with them grumblings can lead to plots.", Theothylactus, Sakellarios of the Roman Empire​

707 In the early part of the year, the Emperor continues to tour his eastern border. He notes that some areas of the countryside have been ruined by war, and gazes upon formerly proud cities that have been reduced to rubble by the fighting with first the Persians, and then the Arabs over the centuries. Justinian is not pleased with what he sees: his ever-efficient mind seeing lost opportunities, revenues and wasted resources that could benefit the Empire and keep Christendom strong. He decides that revitalisation of the areas that are safely within his borders should be a priority and makes plans to re-settle the area - both by placing conquered peoples there, and by encouraging migration from areas that have more dense populations with incentives from the government to attract them. He also notes with interest and concern the large estates of the landed aristocracy and analyses what the situation concerning these for the future stability of the empire and his throne imply. It would seem more thoughts and planning regarding how to handle this matter are required.

On the border itself, he plans a new chain of fortresses to defend it. Building gets underway, with large forts containing mobile forces in main garrisons roughly every 20 miles, and with smaller outposts and contingents between them. The fortresses take advantage of natural defences as they cross the land. Behind the borders, more fortresses are put up in strategic positions, providing a network of in-depth strength. The important thing for Justinian is that they can reinforce each other, and better be able to hold the area. He is more concerned with being able to withstand an attack here and protect his lands as far as possible, rather than launching an offensive. His idea is that whilst he makes moves on the other side of the Empire, this area should be able to take care of itself with better use of existing resources.

Myakes provides useful advice about troop matters that are incorporated into the Emperor’s plans. Amongst his suggestions are improvements to distributing supplies under wartime pressures to garrisons by making sure there are well stocked areas in strategic places behind the borders synchronised with the new fortress network. Before, the system had not been as well organised, and suffered from exposed lines of transit. An escort system is put in place where the landed soldiers are required to turn up in their area to protect the supply wagons as they pass through. This provides extra protection. This also has a side effect in benefiting the local economy as periodic stop off areas grow up into small towns servicing the routes.

Work begins on clearing the ruins of cities and rebuilding. This costs money, but with the movement of prisoners from the west as a result of the skirmishes going on in the Theme of Hellas, and the taxes they now pay in the new areas, things are being balanced out well. Agricultural output increases as well as more soldiers are given lots of lands in return for hereditary military service. The thematic system is becoming more efficient and stronger, although there are some problems with bandits along the new trade and supply routes as the system of escorts is still building up.

The situation in Armenia has settled down somewhat, with both the Arabs and Romans occupying territory there. Justinian meets with the Prince of Armenia, Smbat II Bagratuni, and discusses trade issues with him. Justinian agrees to provide help for dealing with bandits who have sprung up in areas affected by the ravages of war there in return for trade privileges. In three-way discussions with the Arab ambassador there, the Emperor also agrees to reduce troop levels in the Roman occupied areas providing the Caliph does the same. The Caliph, being eager to divert resources elsewhere in his east now that he has a quieter border, agrees. Justinian knows he is taking a risk that the Umayyad leader may transfer troops west to bolster the campaign through North Africa, but reliable information has reached him that the Caliph has concerns about the situation towards Central Asia, and has planned new dispositions there. As for Justinian, the reduction to commitments in Armenia means that he has more troops to assign for his fortress projects, and the extra manpower indeed proves useful.

Around the end of April, Justinian heads back to the capital, satisfied that developments are going well in the east. On the way, he stops in the Opsikon theme to check up on how his friend Barisbakourios is doing. He finds that he has a gift of good administrative and competent although not outstanding military skills, and the theme is prospering well enough.

Once back in the capital, the Emperor summons Theophylactus who has been taking care of the palace whilst he has been gone. Impressed with his efficiency, loyalty, attention to details and honesty, he appoints him as sakellarios with instructions to improve the tax collection system and provide detailed accounts for his study. He however impresses upon his new treasurer to make sure such taxes are collected fairly, and that any errors on the part of the state are redressed as rapidly as possible. With this in mind, Theophylactus starts reorganising the treasury and promotes officials who he sees as being in line with the new methods of thinking, whilst keeping an eye on those whose methods are more questionable.

Justinian decides to turn his attention to reform of the Imperial Military, especially the Scholae and the Excubitores. The Scholae were the original Imperial Guard, but have largely become ceremonial. Too ceremonial he figures as they did little in his mind when he was overthrown to actually perform any guarding of the Imperial Person. Myakes, who had done what he could, and had proper military training before he had joined the Excubitores who at least were less ceremonial being more of an effective unit with power and prestige plus had stayed completely loyal, even insisting upon following him into exile. Thus it is they are once more made into actual units who can fight. Myakes is already Komes excubitorum (Count of the Excubitores) overall commander of the unit and is now also created as a Patrikios (Patrician), a reward for his steadfast support of the Emperor. These are charged with the security of the Imperial Family and Court in the palaces and capital. The Scholae are also reformed into a more professional force rather than the ceremonial force they have slipped into and are now intended as an elite battlefield unit of Imperial Guards to accompany the Emperor on campaigns. This does not mean, however, members of the Excubitores will not be present on such campaigns as close security for the Augustus. This means Myakes will find himself at his master's side rather constantly, but this suits both of them very well indeed given the close bonds and deep friendship they have formed in the most adverse of experiences and adventures. Also, Justinian mulls over the reform of the main army. It is all very well having thematic troops with soldiers having an hereditary parcel of land and farming until they are called up to serve, but a more organised standing army is required he feels. Thus, a proto tagmata is organised, a professional force of standing soldiers who can be called upon at any time in case of rapid or urgent need in battle. Along with other reforms in the rest of the Army and in the Navy too, a real start is being made to improve the armed forces of the Empire. Although it will take a while, they are seen as a necessary matter to attend to. (Historical note: rather than in OTL when Justinian appears to have been consumed by meting out revenge and occupied by other thoughts of a less savoury nature, here it is possible he has had time to contemplate the reasons for his overthrow and rather than being dismissive about it, has a clearer mind and is able to see areas where improvements can be made.)

Patriarch Cyrus has been busy organising repairs to various parts of the walls in the Emperor’s absence as well as plugging the disused aqueduct that Justinian had so ingeniously used to retake the city. Justinian is very pleased with his efforts, however, during an idle moment as he relaxes and watches activity in the Straits, he spies a sailor up a mast and notes if the fellow was closer, he would actually be above the walls. Thus having recently mulled over his own entry into the city and other points of access which may be useful to possible troublemakers seeking to emulate his own example, he feels the sea walls as they are could be a potential weakness in a seaborne assault as they do not have the triple fortifications of the land walls. He therefore orders a new high inner sea wall to be built that will encircle the three sides of the city that already have sea walls, whilst having the outer one heightened to be significantly higher than any mast that a ship could carry. Not content with this, and mindful of how easy it was for him to retake the city with no physical obstacle to bar his way once he got inside, he also orders the old Walls of Constantine to be restored with stone: they having been neglected for some time, as it was not seen as necessary to maintain them with the Theodosian walls in place. Towers are added to the walls. Of course, this requires the clearing of a fair number of buildings, an action that does not go down so well with some, but arrangements are made to compensate and rehouse those affected, and by and large, the citizens of the city appreciate the efforts being made to enhance their protection. (Historical note: One third of the city's annual land tax went toward maintenance of the walls and further monies were raised as necessary, all with little grumbling on the part of the populace. Indeed, they tended to be quite enthusiastic about it, as they saw it in their interests as it offered them more security. The Green and Blue chariot-racing factions would often supply large amounts of labour to maintain, repair and improve the walls of their own accord for example.)

In the early summer, Slavic and Bulgar tribes continue to make attacks in the Theme of Hellas. Justinian receives word of this, and decides to plan a campaign with Tervel to deal with the issue. He sends his parakoimōmenos Stephen with a retinue of military advisers to the Bulgar Khan’s court to discuss the details. As the tribes are also causing Tervel trouble, he agrees to plans that will deal with them, and over the next few months, troop dispositions are made, and supplies laid in for a co-ordinated campaign.

Back in Constantinople, Apsimarus and Heraclius who have settled into their new palace quarters, advise Justinian on the details for the campaign. Both now hold the post of stratēgos, although they are still under probation. Characteristically, Heraclius plans a lightning strike with two concentrated forces to assail the tribes from both sides in Thessaly, cutting them off in the northern part. One would head in from the direction of Thessalonica in the east, and the other from Dyrrachium in the west, trapping them in Thessaly, whilst a third force heads north acting as a hammer smashing the tribes against the anvil made by the combined armies in the north. It is an audacious plan that has the potential to secure the entire Greek peninsula. Whilst this is happening, a smaller force will head north-west from Thrace and join up with a Bulgar army that will head west from their territory to drive the tribes further away from Bulgar domains. Both forces are intended to link up, securing a new chunk of territory that will be divided between the Bulgars and the Romans.

Relations with the King of the Lombards, Aripert II, are reasonably cordial at this time; however, it is known there are elements in his court that do not approve of his peaceful policy towards the Papacy and the Roman Empire. Justinian asks Leo through his agents to keep his eye on the situation there, and inform him of any developments that may open up an opportunity for the Empire to benefit in this region.

The Emperor, being concerned at the rapid progress of the Arabs through North Africa in the last few years, decides to strengthen the garrisons on Sicily, Sardinia and the Balearic Islands. However, at this time, he is not able to transfer a large army geared towards offensive operations to these places due to other commitments such as the planned campaign in Thessaly. He instead orders the troops there to improve and strengthen the defences to be better able to hold out in the event of potential sieges, and to improve harbour facilities in anticipation of catering for large invasion fleets. Military supplies and hardware are starting to be stockpiled for the planned operations. He considers these areas crucial in terms of his plans for advancing into North Africa.

Tangier has already been lost to the Arabs in 702, and with that, the Romans lost a very important toehold in North Africa leaving them with a smaller one in Septum nearby. Justinian considers sending an embassy to Wittiza, the King of the Visigoths in order to discuss possible operations against the Arabs, who are just across the water at the Southern Pillar of Hercules, and who pose a risk of invasion to the King as well. Justinian is thinking that Roman troops may be able to join with the Visigoths in an assault launched from the northern Pillar of Hercules which would see off the threat to them, as well as make a start at restoring Roman power there in the former Exarchate.

In late July, the plans for the operation against the Slavic and Bulgar tribes are finalised, and the attack is launched. General Heraclius personally leads troops from Thessalonica, whilst General Elias attacks from Dyrrachium. The attack goes very well and proceeds rapidly, with both generals meeting up above the region of Thessaly around the end of August. Their forces start to head south. Meanwhile, the strategos of Hellas heads north from Corinth with an army, entering tribal lands and slowly driving the Slavs and Bulgars north towards the other two armies. A fourth army moves north-west from Adrianople under the command of the strategos of the Thracian Theme. Tervel personally leads his army heading west. The Slavic and Bulgar tribes come under assault from several directions, and are thrown into disarray, however, they fight back bravely, and the progress of Tervel’s and Thracian armies are not as fast as expected.

By the beginning of October however, the three Roman armies in Greece have made excellent progress and the tribes have been mostly smashed in a lightning campaign due in no small part to Heraclius’ superb planning and generalship, however, there are significant pockets remaining who are taking advantage of the difficult terrain. Operations wind down as winter approaches, with attacks to clear the last hold-outs planned for when spring arrives. Heraclius takes most of his army north to assist with the campaign which has bogged down despite the efforts of the Bulgars and the Thracian army, who have faced fiercer resistance than expected. The general clears the way, forward elements of his forces meeting up with those of the Bulgars, and by early November, the tribes are encircled by the three armies in the region. Camps are made as winter arrives, with further operations slated for the following year.

In the middle of October, Pope John VII dies, and a conclave is held, however the deliberations result in no Pope being elected to replace him before the end of the year. This affects correspondence about the ongoing discussions regarding the Quinisextum decrees by slowing things down.

Back in Constantinople, Justinian receives reports of the progress of his armies. He would have joined them in person; however he has matters to attend to in the capital as he wishes to oversee his reorganisation of bureaucracy, improvement of the cities defences as well as financial matters. A fair number of petitions are presented regarding errors made by the state under the previous rulers. In an effort to be seen as more approachable to his people, Justinian allows some of the petitioners audiences where he deals with the matters personally. He has in mind that some practical experience in this area could be beneficial in furthering and deepening his understanding of the system, whilst at the same time spreading good words about his concern for the people. (Historical note: OTL he did this in his second reign, except it was to hear petitioners and then hand out punishments for daring to criticise him and his officials, presumably to see the looks of terror on their faces first hand!)

An added bonus of remaining in the capital is that he can spend time with his wife and son, from whom he feels he has already been separated long enough. He thoroughly enjoys seeing his son growing, and is pleased to see how well his mother is getting on with Theodora and Tiberius. Theodora’s Greek is improving rapidly, such that she is able to take part in Justinian’s palace business with a fair understanding of what is being said. The Emperor also feels that rather than being on campaign with his generals, his absence will increase Heraclius’ and Apsimarus’ trust in him without him breathing down Heraclius’ neck and letting him get on with the campaign by himself. Apsimarus is still in the capital working on further planning with Justinian. It appears that the Emperor’s generosity and mercy is paying off with these two, and the majority of their former supporters.

However, not everything is perfect, as there are still those who are not happy with Justinian’s return and his new outrageous ways of doing things. The very idea that he could return without a nose, marry a barbarian, and worse still, crown what they regard as a dirty heretical horse herder as Caesar, rankles as an unthinkable scandal of biblical proportions with them. Leo, who has been promoted to Prōtospatharios (first sword bearer: a title given to high level officials) is going to have his work cut out keeping an eye on these disgruntled individuals, most of them nobles, and he can’t be everywhere at once.

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Justinian is planning things carefully. With the help of advisors he purged in OTL, he is better able to carry out such schemes, and has knowledgeable and capable people to draw upon. It is a step-by-step process though.

Comments welcome.


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Part VI

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part VI: Victory, Trouble and Gifts

"We must move with more determination. What sort of Caesar would I be if we gain little?", Tervel, Khan of the Bulgars to his Tribal Chiefs
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708 The cardinals finally manage to elect a Pope in January. He takes the name of Sisinnius, and although suffering from gout, this strong-willed individual appears to have big plans for the future.

Theodora, mindful of the fact that Myakes is not married, decides to subtly introduce some ladies into his life. Justinian knows that the chief of his bodyguard is not a man who desires riches in terms of gold, and has been thinking of a better way to reward his intense loyalty than just promoting him. He is pleased with Theodora’s idea, as he knows that Myakes had sometimes mentioned to him that he thought about having a family whilst in Cherson.

After just 21 calendar days on St. Peter’s throne, the Pope dies. It is one of the shortest pontificates in history. Once again, the cardinals go into conclave. It will be another 6 weeks before a Syrian is consecrated as Pope Constantine on the 25th of March.

All is well in the camps set up by Justinian’s commanders for the winter. Mindful of what befell the Emperor Maurice, and how his disgruntled troops had revolted against and killed him when they had been forced to winter without pay and adequate supplies, Justinian has made sure that his troops are paid well, and that they do not wont for supplies. However, the precaution was taken to send a large number of the troops back to Dyrrachium and other nearby cities, whilst leaving the veterans in the camps, should there be any Slav or Bulgar moves. In this regard, Justinian keeps a good number of satisfied troops in place surrounding the tribes, whilst making sure his less experienced soldiers are spared the harsher condition of the camps for the winter. The success of this plan will not be lost on Justinian and Heraclius who will come up with a startling idea on the use of troops in the future.

The Empire’s eastern border remains quiet, Justinian’s diplomacy with the Caliph and the Prince of Armenia bearing fruit. The Emperor receives reports of the progress of his urban and rural resettlements there, and things are going well. However, there are banditry problems, which whilst not very serious, are proving an irritant to his otherwise smooth plans. The stratēgoi of the various themes are told to pay attention to this matter, as he wishes nothing to put off the settlers from making their new lives there. Things will be better once the new peasant farmers have established themselves and are able to form the complete routes of escorts designed to solve the issue. Leo, his family already from the east, as he is one of those who had been resettled in Justinian’s first reign, has a good knowledge of Arabic, and uses this to the Empire’s advantage in monitoring the situation in the east as well as cultivating contacts who keep him informed of events in the Caliphate. (Historical note: OTL, Leo later became Emperor Leo III the Isaurian, who would bring about Iconoclasm; however I have other plans for him in ATL.)

The Caliphate continues to expand into Central Asia, the addition of troops formerly stationed in Armenia proving useful. The Caliph makes moves to greatly strengthen his already impressive naval power. The entire tax revenues of Syria have been diverted to construction and embellishment of the Great Mosque since 706, a measure of how financially sound his Empire is at this time.

The spring arrives, and the campaign against the tribes resumes. Troops arrive from the surrounding towns and cities to bring the armies up to full strength. With confident, well supplied forces at his command, Heraclius co-ordinates the advance against them. Tervel, for his part, moves forward as well. Although not all the Bulgarian tribes are allied to him, he has much to gain from this campaign, and hopes to achieve dominion over some of them instead, increasing his territory. Things are looking very favourable for the Romans and their allies as they close the knot.

In Italy however, trouble is brewing. The new Archbishop of Ravenna, Felix, starts a disagreement with the Pope. Ravenna and Rome have had a rivalry for a long time in terms of prestige in Italy, with the Archbishop of Ravenna traditionally required to swear fealty to the Pope. This never goes down well with the capital of the Exarchate of Italy, and violence has broken out on this issue more than once in the past. However, the issue has been quiet for the last 30 years or so. This time, the new Archbishop refuses to agree to a document where he is supposed to guarantee to do nothing contrary to the safety of the Empire or the unity of the Church. Each Archbishop is traditionally required to sign this, but Felix has no such intention, viewing Rome as a backwater and Ravenna the place of true importance in Italy. In his assertions, he is backed up by the Exarch Stephen himself, assuming that Justinian will have the same view.

Constantine tries to reason with the furious Archbishop, who finally draws up a revised document of his own, and sends it to the Pope. This new document is not satisfactory to the Holy Father, and the dispute rumbles on, threatening to spill over into actual armed confrontation. News reaches Justinian of the crisis, and he sends off letters to Stephen and Felix, reminding them of their duties to him, to God and the Empire, and suggests they be reasonable in the matter. (Historical Note: OTL, he fitted out a fleet, sent it under the command of a certain Theodore to arrest them both, bringing them back to Constantinople, where Felix was blinded and sent into exile, and Stephen was executed along with others who had supported Felix. He had originally intended to execute Felix as well, but after having a dream about the Archbishop as an old man, took it as a sign from God that he should spare him from death. Blinding was considered an act of comparative mercy instead of death in those days.)

Back in Thessaly and the areas above it, the Roman forces close in rapidly on the tribes, and resistance is eventually crushed by midsummer. There is one nervous moment when a formation of Bulgars smash into the supply train of the stratēgos of Thrace’s army, and nearly cut him off, but he manages to swing around and fight them off. The stragglers are mopped up by Tervel’s forces. Justinian is left with tens of thousands of prisoners that he starts resettling in Anatolia. Conversely, a large number of the prisoners taken in campaigns against the Arabs, who have not been returned to the Caliphate, are to be resettled in Thessaly. The further away from trouble, and at least free to live their lives, the better for everyone the Emperor reasons. The same system of hereditary landed soldier-farmers is reinforced in Thessaly too as a consequence. Elias is put in charge of building a series of forts in this area similar to those on the eastern border, although not as grand in scale. The same system of supply routes to be escorted by soldiers in the area is also started up. The Emperor is determined to consolidate his gains, and make them defensible in the event he carries out plans of a military nature elsewhere.

Elias is assisted by an officer in his army called Bardanes, who had previously been imprisoned by Apsimarus as a precaution on the island of Kephallenia since he had been heard to have a dream about an eagle (a dream traditionally seen as a portent for imperial ascension). Justinian had decided to release him the previous year on the reckoning that the dream had been invalidated by his own return. Myakes and Apsimarus had not been convinced of the wisdom of this, but both had agreed that he had been a competent commander of men under Justinian in the past, and Apsimarus, eager to show his loyalty to Justinian, had agreed that it might have been a rash move on his part to lock him up, and that he may be useful to have as the Empire requires all the men of ability it can find. Privately, he remains worried by Bardanes, but remains loyal in his vow to the Emperor. Myakes has said his piece, and very grudgingly agrees with his Emperor about the officer’s release. However, he is even less convinced than Apsimarus. However, Justinian wishes to give men with talent a fair chance to prove themselves, and he remembers Bardanes’ affable manner from when he was an officer in his first campaigns against the Slavs.

Tervel receives land gained in the campaign, whilst the Romans also considerably extend their holdings in the area. Justinian is well pleased by the results, and his troops satisfied with the booty they have captured, return to their homes. Heraclius makes his way back to Constantinople, where he is richly rewarded by Justinian along with Apsimarus for their good planning and execution of the campaign. Each receives thirty pounds of gold for their efforts, as Justinian is true to his word in his promises to them. They, in their turn are more than satisfied, and are now convinced of the worth of proving themselves to the Emperor. Justinian has further plans for the tribes further north, but at this time, the immediate problems have been solved and he wishes to turn his attentions to the situation in other parts of the Empire, most notably North Africa.

Construction of the new inner sea walls in the capital continues apace. It is a massive project, and will take some time. The original walls have been successfully heightened, and the Walls of Constantine are almost restored. The citizens who lost their homes as a result of all this work have been for the most part successfully re-housed, and many participate in the construction project now that their grumbling has softened and they are settled in their new places. Theophylactus reports the new taxes coming in from those who have been resettled are more than enough to fund these and other projects, and adds that the coffers are in good health, and those he has promoted are carrying out the new policy effectively and fairly in accordance with the Emperor’s wishes.

However, those elements of the aristocracy who do not welcome Justinian’s return are starting to make plans of their own. Some plots are discovered by Leo’s security network, and are dealt with as he deems appropriate in each case. The punishments handed out are not violent, but rather financial, property based, or position based in nature. An effective way of dealing with them is to demote them and strip them of privileges if they are involved in something serious, but for the most part a severe warning and notification they are being watched is enough to discourage them. This deals with those who are not so hardcore in their opposition, but not those who are privately adamant that the Emperor must be dealt with. However, they keep quiet, and to all outside appearances seem to toe the line, but are in fact making secret contacts with others who are disaffected. Leo’s agents, whilst efficient, cannot hope to discover all these contacts, and thus a resistance slowly builds up. It will take some time to become effective though.

Word had earlier reached Justinian that his brother-in-law Ibousiros Gliabanos wished to travel to Constantinople and visit his sister and the Emperor. Justinian still feels a little cautious about him, as he had betrayed him (albeit under pressure by Apsimarus in the past). However, having seen how his generosity has worked out with Apsimarus, he decides to honour his request to visit, and arrangements are made.

Not long before the campaign in Thessaly ends, Ibousiros Gliabanos arrives by ship after departing from Phanagoria. Justinian greets him with great honours, and lavishes gifts and attention on him. It always pays to have good allies the Emperor figures, and the Khazars are important ones for the Empire. Showing no sign he is upset with his brother-in-law, he does his best to be accommodating, and this pleases his wife and puts the Khagan at ease. The Khazar ruler during his stay in the city develops the habit of sitting at the foot of a recently erected large statue of his sister erected by Theophylactus in the palace grounds. It is paired with another of Justinian himself, and between them, oddly enough, is a large statue of an elephant, Gliabanos wonders that perhaps represents the strength and courage of the imperial couple in all their adversities. (Historical note: These statues actually appear to have existed, and Gliabanos actually did make this his habit during his OTL visit, although he was perhaps received somewhat less effusively by Justinian with few deals agreed upon.)

The visit goes well, and as a result the Khagan promises to supply Justinian with 5000 Khazar horse archers for his army in return for all the gifts which he had been loaded down with. The Emperor enquires if their families may be allowed to come with them, his idea being to settle them in Thessaly. He also has concerns about them being able to adapt to their new surroundings which are quite unlike the steppes they are used to. The Khagan says they can indeed travel with their families, and is pleased Justinian has requested this, since it will make it even easier to sell to his horsemen, and puffing out his chest, proudly remarks they are hardy enough to adapt to the new climate and geography. In addition, a secret agreement is reached that in the future, should it be necessary, the Khazars will join in offensives against the Arabs, attacking from their borders with the Caliphate in support of Roman moves, and will have territory divided between them.

With the visit over, the Khagan takes ship back to his domains in the autumn before the stormy season returns. Both he and Justinian can be well satisfied with the outcome of their talks, and Theodora is happier still, and indeed very relieved her husband has seen fit to forgive her brother fully for his past actions. For Justinian himself, these are very pragmatic things, but also appease the Will of God, as they are merciful actions which also have the added benefit of aiding the Empire in no small measure. As Myakes puts it, “He looked plenty nervous when he arrived, and no mistake. Emperor, I’d say you’ve just made him a very happy Khagan who’ll be eager to knock those Arabs into shape, if only with his bad breath!”.

Justinian cannot help but laugh out loud at his loyal friend’s remark, and replies, "Aye, I don’t care to think will happen to any enemy of his after they meet his horsemen reeking of that fermented mare's milk they make their beverage of inebriation, and never mind their arrows!”.

Myakes starts to wonder why there are so many ladies in his life. Looking in a mirror, he can discern no physical changes to his advantage, and puts it down to his increased influence at court. Still, all being fair, he does not mind the extra attention, and silently mouths casual thanks to God as he attends another one of Justinian’s court banquets with a lady on his arm, Justinian insisting that he shouldn’t be permanently on duty as captain of the guard, something that Myakes had been loathe to spend less time on. However, he had relented under pressure from both the Emperor and the Empress, with Justinian wagging his finger at him earlier in the year, saying, “You have served me faithfully ever since I was a boy looking out on those followers of the False Prophet attacking the Queen of Cities, something that is greatly appreciated, and you have rarely sought to attend to personal matters since I became your sovereign. It is the feeling of the Empress and myself that you spend some time on yourself, lest we feel guilty, and God chastise us for not allowing you to do so after all your years of loyalty. Here’s a bag of nomismata, now go out and treat yourself to some of that fine wine I know you are fond of, and make merry with your acquaintances. After all, we did the same in Cherson, and I know you like to do so as much as any man, so no excuses.”. The Emperor was careful however not to mention anything about the ladies being anything to do with him and Theodora, although he feels it is only a matter of time before Myakes twigs it.

Supplies are still building up in Sicily and the Balearics in anticipation of a future campaign. Heraclius and Apsimarus continue to pore over plans with the Emperor in what they hope will be a well organised campaign. However, Justinian feels there should be no hurry to race into it, since he wishes to build up his defences and allow his new settlers to firmly establish themselves in Anatolia and his newly captured territories in the west. Also, he is still crafting his diplomatic plans, preferring to make allies of the Visigoths if possible. But there is a problem, as information has reached him that their King, Wittiza, is ruling in a most un-Christian way, surrounding himself with women of ill repute, and said to indulge in all sorts of unsavoury activities contrary to God. However, it seems the King has a rival in the form of his relative Roderic whose father Theodofred was blinded and imprisoned by Wittiza and who is of far better virtue. There is also another contender called Pelayo whose father was also a relative of the King, yet was executed by the decadent ruler. Justinian decides to wait before sending an embassy, sensing that there will be a civil war before long, and not wishing to become too embroiled in a possible three way struggle. (Historical note: Wittiza has such a colourful reputation, that later chroniclers would say of him: “Wittiza the Wicked taught all Spain to sin!”.)

As the year draws to a close, matters in Ravenna are still not resolved, Felix still thundering against the Pope despite Justinian’s letter to the contrary. It looks like stronger measures may be necessary…

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As you can see, Justinian is concentrating on consolidating things with his continuing view to being well prepared for future operations and plans. But there are those who are plotting against him with a longer term view of dealing with him, so trouble is brewing over time for the future.


Can't believe Abdul hasn't commented here yet....


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I believe I mentioned that I was working on a map along with the last part, so here it is. It covers the campaigns against the tribes. I hope it provides a helpful visual reference for what has been going on.


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Part VII: Crisis in Italy

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part VII: Crisis in Italy

"Popes have a tendency of not lasting long these days. No doubt I will see this one off as well.", Archbishop Felix of Ravenna, Personal Journal​

709 The year opens with the Emperor concerned by events in Italy. Apsimarus advises arresting both Felix and Stephen, but Leo advises caution since he feels the populace of the city would rise up if this was done without some effort at being reasonable. The situation is not an easy one to deal with. It is decided that the Emperor should show patience and negotiate; this will at least show the concerned parties that he is prepared to listen whilst buying time for other measures. Leo is given instructions to covertly head west and prepare a plan he has in mind in case things don’t work out.

The Umayyad Caliphate continues its eastward expansion. For a few years, the army of the Governor of Khorasan, Qutayba ibn Muslim, has been making gains, securing lower Turkharistan, and capturing its capital Balkh. Last year, the army had crossed over into Sogdiana, and captured the city of Bukhara (Historical note: this happened later OTL, but with extra resources, the Caliph has moved faster). With increased resources at his command due to the agreement between the Caliph and Justinian freeing them up, the Governor can look forward to more conquests.

Construction of forts in Anatolia has been continuing, the system becoming more deep and comprehensive in terms of defence. Banditry on trade routes is dropping significantly to very few attacks as soldiers escorting the traders prove effective at protecting them. In Thessaly, construction also proceeds, although not quite as fast as in the east, the area not entirely pacified as there are still holdouts venturing out from hiding places in more inaccessible areas. This ties up some forces in terms of hunting them down, but it is not a major irritant. It will only be a matter of time before they are all dealt with completely.

Justinian starts to pay more attention to his navy as reports reach him of the Caliph’s strengthening of his own fleet. The shipyards of his major ports are busy with building more vessels, with an emphasis put on fireships embarking Greek Fire. Realising the Umayyads are quite possibly richer than the Empire, it may not be possible to match their numbers ship per ship, but the fireships make up for that, being a very important element in tipping the scales of battle if properly used. However, much depends upon how they are handled in battle, wind direction being crucial if the Romans’ own ships are not to be caught up in the flames.

Springtime approaches, and the seas are calm enough for the Khagan’s promised 5000 horse archers to cross the Black Sea. Camps are made ready outside Constantinople to receive them, whilst arrangements are made for them to be escorted down to their new home in Thessaly. However, Justinian and the Patriarch are determined to impress them with the wonders of Constantinople – not least the allures of Hagia Sophia which have astonished many a previous visitor into becoming a worshipper of Christ. They both sense an opportunity here, the Khazars being pagan and ripe for conversion if things are planned well enough. What better way to cause the enemies of Christ to tremble in fear when more and more peoples come under God's sway? And what better way to bring God’s blessings upon the Empire, especially if they are as fierce as the Khagan claims.

Whilst the Emperor awaits the arrival of the Khazars, continued strengthening of the fortresses and laying in of supplies continues in the territories near North Africa. However, particular emphasis is concentrated on one place – the fortress of Septum in North Africa itself, located near the Southern Pillar of Hercules. It is the last Roman possession on the mainland of North Africa, and as such, Justinian reckons it must be defended at all costs. Extra and frantic efforts are made to reinforce its garrison and drastically improve its defences. The Governor there is a certain Julian of Visigothic descent who seems a capable enough individual, however the Emperor sends his old supporter Theophilos of Doros there to gain some experience from working with the governor, and relay developments back to him. Promoted to Prōtospatharios, he is made the Emperor's Personal Emissary for this task.

Leo has headed west, and soon received reports from his agents in Ravenna. Felix has no intention of yielding to Justinian’s calls for restraint, although the Exarch seems less sure of his own position now. News of this will not reach the Emperor for a while due to the distances involved, but this does not stop Leo from his mission of finding out as much as possible about the Archbishop’s personal affairs.

The Pope, still alarmed by the situation in Ravenna sends off another letter to Justinian appealing for help as Felix’s rhetoric causes more and more instability in Italy. The situation is rapidly turning into a powder keg because of the two cities' rivalry.

Not long after, the fleet bearing the Khazars arrives in Constantinople. A lavish reception is put on by Theophylactus to welcome them all, the camps being stocked with some of the best produce the Empire can offer. Whilst the horse archers and their families enjoy the hospitality set out for them in the camps, their Tarkhan (General), along with his entourage are received in audience by the Emperor. The general introduces himself as Bugha (which translates as bull) and declares that he bears a special gift for the co-Emperor Tiberius, nephew of the Khagan. Intrigued, the court gathers round to see what it could be. An attendant of Bugha’s steps forward and from underneath a fabulously embroidered cloth bright with colours of an intricate design, a beautiful golden bow is carefully produced along with a finely crafted quiver of arrows. The Tarkhan proudly explains that it has been made by the finest craftsmen in the Khaganate especially for the young emperor. The Khagan, he says, hopes that young Tiberius will learn some of the warrior ways of his mother’s people, the better to defend himself in battle. And that is not all – there are a set of bows ranging from small to full size so that as he grows, he can learn to handle the full size bow through a system of graduation. The Khagan has also sent along some fine horses for which to practice on and a cadre of tutors to teach the young prince, as well as bowyers who can supply him with arrows and make repairs to his bows, or even craft new ones if necessary. There is also a set for Theodora as well, so she can spend time with her son as she already has knowledge of the ways of the bow. Theodora is delighted, but she and the court look apprehensively at Justinian – how will he view this gift which will teach his son essentially barbarian ways in most Roman minds?

She need not worry, Justinian’s court has seen so much departure from tradition, and the Emperor himself has experienced so much during his exile that he is not bothered by things easily anymore. Rather he is somewhat amused, “As I wield a sword with the skill my father’s tutors impressed upon me, so shall my son be instructed in the use of the sword AND the bow. An Emperor who can personally dispatch more of his enemies is one who will further inspire his troops to victory, and put the fear of God into His opponents even more. What could be better to astonish all those who face our Empire than a young Prince who can spring such an indelicate surprise?”, to which he laughed, with the courtiers and Khazar dignitaries joining in, appreciating the image of the look of shock that would appear on grown men’s faces as the little co-Emperor charged at them loosing off arrows and waving a little sword.

A great banquet is held for the Tarkhan and his retinue, to which Myakes brings another young lady. “He’s certainly taking his time going through many of those fair maidens before making a choice!”, mutters Theodora half in jest and half in exasperation. Justinian is not worried, he knows Myakes’ nature, and realises that it takes a special women to catch his heart when it comes to the serious matters of marriage, but has no doubt that in Constantinople there is such a lady. As he savours the seafood on his platter (personally caught by Moropaulos no less, whose new fishing business operates from the Emperor’s private harbour of Hormisdas near the Bucoleon Palace), he muses about whether it would be useful for himself to learn some matters of the bow. At the very least he can join in with some of his son’s sessions if he can spare the time he decides.

In the coming days, groups of Khazars and their families are allowed into the city and shown the wonders there, the like of which they have never seen before, and could have scarcely imagined. Last of all, they are shown the Hagia Sophia whose magical beauty and impressive dome which appears to float mysteriously on the light from the windows below it has the desired effect, enchanting most of the Khazars with many uttering they believe such a place is where gods would make their home. The Patriarch, not entirely happy to hear the word ‘gods’ is nevertheless reasonably satisfied, this is but one step towards their conversion he feels. He is making sure there are enough priests to descend upon them in their new home, and eventually to their homeland itself in order to help bring the light of the one True Christian God to them. “There’s no way those damn followers of the False Prophet are getting their hands on the Khazars first, God willing they will rush to join us, and rightly so!”, he whispers under his breath whilst rubbing his hands together in anticipation of all the new souls he can bring into the faith for the Glory of God. Cyrus cannot resist a smile for himself as he moves off to his apartments with a jauntier walk than normal.

Not long afterwards, the horsemen and their families head off to Thessaly escorted by a reasonable number of Imperial soldiers from the Thracian Theme, and a number of officials, translators, priests and lastly merchants attaching themselves to the retinue, eager to make some profit from the newcomers.

Word finally arrives from both Ravenna and Rome of event and opinions in Italy. Felix’s continued flat refusal to recognise the Pope’s document exasperates the Emperor, and Constantine’s letter with warning of how potentially explosive the situation is worries him. Justinian is beginning to lose his patience, but decides to wait until he hears back from Leo before taking action. Theophylactus advises Justinian to prepare a fleet, possibly under Elias, or a certain patrikos named Theodore in case it is needed to deal with the situation there. "Stephen and Felix must be contained Emperor, or other parties such as the Lombards could take advantage, and we do do not need that lest it put back our plans elsewhere.", Theophylactus warns. The Emperor agrees to this contingency if only for reasons of prudence.

Leo is investigating all aspects of the Archbishop’s life, but annoyingly can find nothing about his personal life which can be used against him, Felix being a devout man with no improprieties of use. However, there is one thing he does learn that may be of interest: the priest is very short tempered and prone to blurting out things before his mind can stop him. If the right kinds of words are put to him bringing out his true feelings - then there are possibilities Leo surmises. In other words he could well put his foot in it.

With this in mind and knowing that Felix will be appearing in his great church to give a sermon to a large number of people, and doubtless stir up their support for his cause, he arranges for his agents to be there to stir up certain comments and find out Felix’s reaction. Sure enough, on the second Sunday in June, a large crowd gathers in Felix’s church. The sermon is fiery and delivered with his usual gusto. However after the main sermon, Felix takes his opportunity to vent his anger at the Pope. Suitably worked up, he leaves little to the imagination, thundering about the “pompous ignoramus in Rome”, and warning that “Hell will gobble him up for his arrogant presumptions!”, amongst other colourful turns of phrase. The congregation are being worked up, and Leo’s agents take their opportunity to strike.

“What of the Emperor? He does not listen to you, and he will visit his wrath upon this city if we so anger him.”, calls out one agent, to which murmurs of agreement echo around the church.

“The Emperor will see reason.”, replies Felix fairly enough

“But what if he does not, those surrounding him will persuade him otherwise, and we will all be punished!”, yells out another agent.

“The soldiers here will not lay a finger on us!”, the Archbishop cries out, “We will be safe and God is on our side.”.

Leo’s agents don’t get a chance to say something this time - someone else does it conveniently for them. “He will send more troops here if they do not carry out his will, and then there will be a fight. We will have to defend ourselves, and God will show He is not on the side of those troops!”.

It is a dangerous thing to say, but the crowd are so worked up, no one cares, apart from Leo’s agents who are interested in where all this will lead. Many in the crowd cry ”Fight!”, and thrust their fists into the air.

Felix sees the crowd swinging his way, “Then fight we will and cast down the Emperor’s forces if they come!”, which raises a cheer.

Now the agents slip something else in, “And what of the Emperor? If God has forsaken him then may he not be cast down too?”.

Caught up in it all Felix cannot help but blurt out, “Yes, yes he will, and down to Hell with him for all eternity for opposing God’s will! He will be cast out from his throne and rightly so! That is the fate of all those who lose the confidence of the Almighty, and he of all people should be sure of that. Maybe he'll lose more than a nose next time!”. Too late, Felix realises what he has said. To fight against the troops is one thing, to call for the Emperor to be dethroned is another. The crowd go mostly silent at this as they realise the implications, but still others cheer on the priest, some even laughing at the remark about the nose.

Felix tries to reassure the crowd, “God does not support the unjust, He throws his might behind the just, and we are THEM. We have nothing to fear whatever happens. God’s will is merciful and knows the difference.". The crowd cheers up a bit at this, but there is the feeling amongst many that too much has been said. The congregation files out of the church chattering excitedly for the most part about everything whatever the implications of what has been talked of.

Leo’s agents are more than satisfied; they have the information that they need. They set off to send reports to their master. It appears that the Archbishop’s tongue has wagged a little too much today.

When Leo receives the reports, he grins. Plenty of witnesses and incriminating enough things have been said. He dispatches his account of everything to the Emperor with all due speed.

Whilst this has been going on, and the missive makes its way to Constantinople, Justinian has been watching events in the Visigothic Kingdom with interest. Reports have reached him that Wittiza sits more uneasily upon his throne as Roderic starts to makes moves against him, utterly appalled by his un-Christian manner of rule. Pelayo joins the bodyguard of Roderic. Justinian sends a delegation headed by his old friend Stephen, who has also been promoted to Prōtospatharios, to make secret contact with Roderic with the offer of assistance against Wittiza in return for future help against the Arabs. Should Roderic be agreeable to this, Stephen has authority to request troops to be sent from the Balearics and from Corsica to assist them.

In Ravenna, the Exarch has received news about Felix’s explosive sermon, and is having second thoughts about supporting him. He has no desire to see his head on a spike for being associated with a man who has just said the Emperor will burn in hell and be cast off his throne - never mind the comments about his nose. However, neither does he wish to be lynched by the city’s populace for not supporting the priest. He has a lot to ponder. The latest reports from the streets indicate that the populace is divided. One lot fired up by the Archbishop, the others too afraid of incurring the Emperor’s wrath once he knows the priest’s words. He decides to hedge his bets and wait things out. (Historical note: Some sources note that the Exarch’s name was Theophylactus, whilst others note it as Stephen, and accounts of his eventual fate are also mixed. I have decided to go with Stephen since I do not wish to confuse things with the other Theophylactus in Constantinople.)

The Khazars reach their new territory, and settle in, building homes for themselves with aid from the soldiers and resources provided by the Empire. A large group of them, so impressed by what they have seen in Constantinople, start work on building a church, which will signal the start of a large number of conversions amongst them. When news reaches Cyrus of this, he almost dances with joy, and relays it to Justinian who is also very pleased with this development.

By the end of the summer, Leo’s missive has reached Justinian. The situation, whilst being serious is not as bad as hoped with the revelation of Felix’s traitorous utterances. Leo has also included in his report his assessment of the Exarch, who he mentions has been distancing himself from Felix, but that his loyalties are not yet fully clear. Justinian ponders this, and decides negotiation has run its course, and worries that if he delays further, elements in the Lombard court who wish for a more aggressive policy against the Romans may well take advantage of the situation, and this is too risky to be allowed. He sends a direct order to the Exarch to arrest the Archbishop on grounds of treason. Just in case the Exarch defies him, the Emperor orders the fleet under Elias and with Theodore embarked as well to make ready to sail from Dyrrachium to put down any rebellion. The Exarch is told that ‘reinforcements’ will arrive to assist him if necessary, the clear implication being that they can deal with any disloyalty on his part just as well. Justinian feels this should be enough of an incentive to cause him to carry out his orders. However, he is not happy with his support of Felix, although he has sensibly moved away from Felix somewhat after his outburst. The Emperor realises matters there are sensitive, and the Exarch’s situation is not the best in the world, but the fact that the Exarch has not been more pro-active in sorting the issue out disturbs him. He is left wondering about Stephen’s loyalty, and gives consideration to stripping the Exarch of his office afterwards. He wonders who he could replace him with - Theopylactus briefly crosses his mind - as good an administrator as any ruler can desire, but he is too valuable to let go so far away. Maybe Leo might have some suggestions he thinks.

The fleet arrives in Italy a few weeks later with Elias in command supported by his deputy Theodore. By this time, the sight of the fleet and misgivings about Felix’s words have convinced Stephen to deal with the Archbishop. It is not just the Exarch whose views have been changed, the majority of people are also starting to feel the same way, but that still leaves a large number of people who support Felix. Stephen orders troops to arrest Felix for treason, however he barricades himself in his church, and exhorts his followers to resist the troops. Fighting soon breaks out, and before long there is a city-wide riot in progress. The Exarch decides to go out on the streets and personally crush the rebels in what he hopes will prove his loyalty decisively to Justinian. The fighting goes on for a couple of days before the rebels are defeated and the troops finally lay their hands on Felix. Unfortunately for Stephen however, he is struck on the head by a piece of masonry hurled from a rooftop during a skirmish, and dies shortly afterwards. Elias takes temporary charge of the city, until a new official can be installed to replace Stephen. Theodore having distinguished himself well in the fighting, is given Felix who is put on a ship and sent back to Constantinople for judgement. Although the riots were quite bad, support had slipped away quite rapidly, and despite some damage to the city’s infrastructure, things calm down reasonably quickly, although there is an undercurrent of resentment which will take some time to disperse. There will still be instances of attacks on the city’s garrison by disgruntled groups who are angry with the Roman crackdown, although to be fair, the Roman suppression of the riotous population was reasonably lenient as such things go. Still, Italy has a reputation for being an unsettled area to govern, so that is to be expected.

The Pope hears the news and writes off a grateful letter to Justinian, thanking him for his assistance in which he offers to look at the articles of the Quinisextum and promises his approval to all those he can accept, with further discussion of those that are more problematic. Elias also sends a report back along with the unhappy Felix who fears the worst for himself.

It is very late in the year when the Prōtospatharios Stephen meets with Roderic. Negotiations start, but Roderic feels he can defeat Wittiza without Roman help. Stephen decides to remain there for the time being in case the situation proves not to be so advantageous to the Visigoth rebel.

Leo arrives back in the capital where he shares all the intelligence he has gathered on the situation in Italy. He has been busy digging into the personalities of not just Stephen and Felix, but other persons of note. All the records are assiduously filed in case they prove useful in the future, whilst Leo continues to receive updates from his agents.

At around the same time, Felix is brought into Constantinople by the patrikos Theodore and flung at the Emperor’s feet. Justinian decides that treachery must be punished quite harshly in this case. He decides to exile the unfortunate priest to a nondescript monastery on Chios where he will hopefully be forgotten. Guards will be assigned to make sure he does not escape. Felix, who had feared blinding at the very minimum, can at least console himself that he’ll be able to read the Holy texts, for which he thanks God, even if he is less enthusiastic about thanking the Emperor for his mercy.

With the troublesome priest packed off to somewhere harmless, Justinian is left with finding a new Exarch and new Archbishop. He selects a certain John Rizocopo who becomes the third of that name to become Exarch. As for a new Archbishop, Cyrus recommends a bishop local to the area who is loyal to the Empire called Paul. With these appointments in hand, the Emperor sends off his orders to Ravenna. They will not reach there until early in the following year.

As the year draws to a close, the Imperial Court in Constantinople can breathe a sigh of relief that the situation in Italy has at least stabilised, even if it has not been resolved completely. It is just as well, since the following year is going to contain a lot more action of a serious nature…

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That took me quite a while to get done so, comments please!


Sargon

 

[Sargon]

I'd like to see this continued.

Ah, another one, thanks for that.

you write i'll comment

Well, I would hope so.

Sargon, count me as another of your interested readers, too.

Jolly good!

Anyone else?

In the meantime and for your information, here is a list so that you can keep tab of who's who leader-wise:

List of Rulers relevant to story so far from 660 to 710​

Empire of the Romans

641-668 Constans II Pogonatus (assassinated)
646-647 Gregory (rival) (killed in battle)
649-653 Olympius (rival) (killed by plague)

668-685 Constantine IV (early death by dysentery)
669 Mezezius (rival) (executed)
668-681 Heraclius [II]
668-681 Tiberius (II) [III] (both co-emperors, later deposed and exiled by their brother Constantine)

685-695 Justinian II Rhinotmetos (overthrown & exiled)

695-698 Leontius (Leo) [II] (deposed, retired to monastery)

698-705 Tiberius III Apsimar (II) [IV] (deposed, rehabilitated as General)

705- Justinian II Rhinotmetos (restored)
706- Tiberius IV (III) [V]


The Caliphate

Rashidun Caliphs

656-661 Ali ibn Abi Talib (the only caliph universally accepted by Sunnis and Shi'as)
661 Hasan ibn Ali Was considered by some Muslims at that time as a caliph, for 6 months

Umayyad Caliphs

661–680 Muawiyah I ibn Abi Sufyan
680–683 Yazid I ibn Muawiyah
683–684 Muawiyah II ibn Yazid
684–685 Marwan I ibn Hakam
685–705 Abd al-Malik ibn Marwan
705– Al-Walid I ibn Abd al-Malik

Kingdom of the Visigoths


649–672 Reccesuinth
653 Froia (rival)
672–680 Wamba
672 Hilderic (rival)
672-673 Paul (rival)
680–687 Erwig
687–702 Ergica
693 Suniefred (rebel)
694– Wittiza (joint ruler with father Ergica until 702)


Khanate of the Bulgars

605?–665 Kubrat
665–668 Bat Bajan
668–694/5 Asparuh
c680-? Kuber (after fall of Great Bulgaria, led part of the Bulgars in migration ultimately to Syrmia)
694/5– Tervel


Khaganate of the Khazars

c650-c665? Irbis?
c665-c669? Khalga?
c669-c690? Kaban?
c690- Ibousiros Gliabanos


Popes of the Holy See of St. Peter in Rome

657-672 St. Vitalian
672-676 Adeodatus II
676-678 Donus
678-681 St. Agathon
681-683 St. Leo II
683-685 St. Benedict II
685-686 John V
686-687 Conon
687-701 St. Sergius I
701-705 John VI
705-707 John VII
708 Sisinnius
708- Constantine


Patriarchs of Constantinople

654-666 Peter
667-669 Thomas II
669-675 John V
675-677 Constantine I
677-679 Theodore I
679-686 George I
686-687 Theodore I (restored)
687-693 Paul III
693-705 Callinicus I
705- Cyrus


Kingdom of the Lombards

Second Bavarian Dynasty

653-661 Aripert I
661-662 Perctarit and Godepert

Beneventan Dynasty

662-671 Grimuald
671 Garibald

Third Bavarian Dynasty

671-688 Perctarit (restored from exile)
688-689 Alahis (rebel)
688-700 Cunincpert
700-701 Liutpert
701 Raginpert
701- Aripert II



Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Part VIII

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part VIII: The Reign in Spain

"One benefit of plots against us is they only remain secret until more than one person knows of them.", Leo the Isaurian, Head of The Empire's Intelligence Network​

710 Early in the year, a report arrives from the outpost of Septum where Theophilos of Doros has been busy participating in the governance of the small territory. He has been progressing under the tutelage of the governor, Julian, and has been observing the situation in the area. He reports that whilst the Arabs have the territory surrounded, they have made no moves against it, and indeed seem content with the status quo at this time. A missive has recently arrived for Theophilos from the somewhat despondent Stephen in Spain. He confides in his friend that he has decided to return to the Balearics to see how developments and preparations are going on there for the future North African campaign. Events in Spain appear to be very slow to change, and he feels that in the meantime he can at least do something useful elsewhere until things develop more to the Empire’s advantage. Theophilos sends off a reply commiserating with his friend, yet encouraging him to remain optimistic. However, little does he know that Julian has gained knowledge of the confidential note, and knows of Stephen's departure from Spain. This does not bother Julian much at this stage, and he keeps silent about it.

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For his part, Stephen, having been closely watching events in Spain to little benefit so far, makes his preparations to leave, however a fever strikes him down just as he does so, and he decides to remain put for the time being until he can recover fully. It is well that he does so as it is in February Wittiza dies whilst still in his twenties. Perhaps worn out by his dissipations, or as some murmur more darkly, his life extinguished by an agent of Roderic's. Whatever the cause, Roderic makes his bid for power and quickly takes control of the south of the Iberian Peninsula. However, his aim at taking over everything is quickly thwarted by another individual who declares himself as King Agila II and manages to secure control of the north. Pelayo however, remains with Roderic as one of his close advisors, bodyguards and generals. With the peninsula divided, the Arabs are also closely watching developments in the region, perhaps seeking an opportunity for themselves as a result of the ensuing stand-off. Julian is aghast as he was a supporter of the young Wittiza, and being a Visigoth himself, had close ties to him. Siding with the camp who believed he was assassinated, and welcoming significant numbers of Wittiza's friends, courtiers, aides and family into Septum, Julian secretly plots his revenge against Roderic. In the course of doing so he approaches the Umayyad Governor of North Africa, Musa bin Nusair, for help in dealing with Roderic. Perhaps aware that Constantinople is too far away to help, that he thinks Stephen appears to have left Spain, or more likely feels he himself is able to take action in time, and with ideas of how to personally benefit from this, he keeps his plans secret from Theophilos. His negotiations with Musa continue in a clandestine manner. In some ways Julian sees it as advantageous to himself that Stephen has gone, since in his mind there was always the possibility that he would have forged an alliance with Roderic, making his plans much more difficult. (Historical note: it is not entirely certain that Julian was a Visigoth, the sources conflict on this, and he could have been a Roman or a Berber. However given his closeness to various people in the Visigothic kingdom, his large estates there, his great willingness to take in refugees from Wittiza's court, and for the purposes of this story, it is reasonable to assume he could well have been.)

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In Constantinople, another missive has been received from Pope Constantine, who has now agreed to ratify nearly all of the Canons of the Quinisextum except for the 36th which proclaimed Constantinople's authority as equal to that of Rome, with Rome's primacy being limited to that of seniority and honour alone. However, as this sticking point is not too much of a problem for the Emperor or the Patriarch to accept, it is agreed that Constantine's objection to it is reasonable and can be sustained. A message is sent arranging for the full ratification of all the agreed Canons, and the matter appears to be settled at long last.

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The Eastern border of the Empire continues to be peaceful and stable. The ongoing project to improve the fortifications there is nearing final completion as the defence system becomes fully integrated and dispositions of forces made. Banditry has dropped to near insignificance, and indeed, trade is booming in the region more than ever. Theophylactus is especially satisfied as a steady stream of taxes pours in from the region with nary a complaint from the people paying them. The fair tax system that has been implemented is paying dividends and the coffers at the Treasury are in very good health indeed.

However, not all is smooth, since in Thessaly some of the Khazar settlers are having some trouble adjusting to their urban existence. Most are managing it and becoming ever more adept at settling in. Conversions have been high, and the Patriarch is well pleased with the progress his priests have been making amongst the former nomads. However, a portion of them are restless, their nomadic spirit yearning for movement. This news is brought to Justinian who mulls over the issue, and considers how he can make life easier for all his new citizens. Myakes makes suggestions, as being an army man, he can see a use for these excellent horsemen.

"Form a mobile unit, Emperor.", he states matter-of-factly. "If they are moving about place to place, that'll keep 'em happy. And we'll have a force that can be rapidly sent anywhere since they'll always be packed to leave.".

Justinian is impressed. "Dear Myakes, I do believe you have hit this one firmly on its head. An excellent suggestion. A mobile army that can go anywhere at anytime will prove most useful. Contact the relevant people and see to its immediate implementation. I'll wager that them turning up somewhere unexpected could turn a battle or two.".

Myakes grinned widely, "Aye Emperor, and I'll not bet against you on this one, particularly since you cracked down on such things years ago.".

The Emperor laughed at that. "Well, as a figure of speech it is still allowed, so I'll not be punished for saying it.", he said with a wink. Pleased with this, he considered another suggestion that General Heraclius had been musing about ever since the victories in Thessaly against the Slavs.

Justinian stroked his chin in thought. "The issue of winter operations that you and Heraclius have often talked about appeals to me even more after this. I'm sure the Khazars would be more than eager to prove their mettle in all seasons. We can use them as season-round mobile shock troops. I will discuss with Heraclius further his idea of training parts of the army to specialise in winter operations. Given how useful they were in Thessaly, if planned and prepared well enough, they could prove to be a very nasty surprise for our opponents as they sleep comfortably beside their fires during the illusion of a safe winter time. We must have every advantage if our plans are to succeed well, and the Empire to become stronger still." He looked out of the window at the winter scene displayed before his eyes. "Yes, indeed it would be a great advantage.". Turning toward an attendant he ordered, "Summon General Heraclius and inform him we have matters of great import to discuss. And, not a little fun as well for him too.". The attendant bowed, and set off rapidly to find the great warrior.

The Emperor turned his attention towards Myakes once more, "Now then Myakes, how is your search for a wife progressing?".

Myakes looked somewhat uncomfortable and shifted around slightly. "Er, I've been seeing one lady in particular. But of course nothing's a secret around here. Emperor, why do you even need to ask?".

"Your reaction has told me all I wished to know. That is why I asked.", chuckled Justinian with a fair amount of undisguised affection. "I do detect a morsel of shyness within you Myakes. Thus I confidently expect you to be with bride before the end of the year.".

Myakes couldn't help a small amount of redness from appearing upon his cheeks. "Be as it may Emperor, be as it may.", he said gruffly.

Outside the palace, the improvements to the walls are virtually complete. The inner sea wall stands tall and proud over the now improved outer walls which are taller than any ship's mast. The Walls of Constantine are now fully renovated and work on other walls in the city including those of various palaces starts to wind up. The City's defences have never been better.

Haraclius meets with the Emperor and the plans for certain segments of the army to be trained for winter operations is drawn up, and the necessary ideas, equipment and exercises begin to be implemented before long. As for the Khazars, around 1000 of them along with their families are arranged into a special regiment, and they head off to the Opsikon Theme as their first stop. Back in the palace little Tiberius continues his training with the sword and bow and is proving adept at firing his arrows from horseback. Justinian makes time to attend and even participate in a number of his son's training sessions along with the Empress who of course fully joins in, already being very skilled on horseback, and versed well enough in the use of the bow to be fearsomely accurate.

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All is not quiet in Thessaly as a Slav uprising takes place in some mountainous areas around Easter time. General Elias is not present to deal with it, having returned from Ravenna and been sent East to oversee the final touches to the network of fortifications there. It is left to Bardanes to quell the rebellion which he sets about with impressive efficiency. He forms hunting groups utilising local thematic troops, employing some of the Khazars, and their fierce fighting rapidly sees the Slavs subdued over the next couple of months. The Emperor, upon hearing of this, rewards Bardanes for his efforts with 20 pounds of gold and promotes him to stratēgos (General). He has in mind assigning Elias permanently to the east since he has also done impressive work there with suggestions for improvements gained from his experiences of setting up fortifications in Thessaly.

This promotion however makes various people uneasy – not least Tiberius and Myakes. Tiberius keeps mostly quiet about it, having already made his views about Bardanes known to Justinian in the past and not wishing to appear disloyal. However, Myakes is more vocal, reminding Justinian of the dream the new general had in the past. "I still think you should be wary of him Emperor. He has ambition that one. I'd say you'd best keep an eye on him.".

The Emperor sighs, yet sees the wisdom of being prudent, and decides to send word to Leo to make sure he assigns a spy or two to keep tabs on Bardanes. Justinian wishes to reward loyalty and success, and knows that he needs as many capable officers as possible to make sure his future plans go as smoothly as possible, so he is loathe to pass by such achievements. Still, too much ambition can be a cause of trouble if not watched and reigned in if necessary, and besides, he did say that Myakes should make suggestions even if they were ones Justinian would be less than happy about. Myakes has impressed this particular issue upon him more than once now, so making the concession is not that difficult to do.

Justinian takes the opportunity to get some fresh air, and surveys the City's shipyards, inspecting the naval building programme that he has embarked upon. Things are going well and are more or less on schedule, the craftsmen building the ships to their usual high standards. They can be very well equipped too as money is not a problem. On his way back, the Emperor stops by the Harbour of Hormisdas where he spies Moropaulos hauling in yet another bountiful catch.

Heading over to him, and in a generous mood, Justinian has an idea, "You're a wonder, Paul. Excellent fish we had for lunch today. Giving you a good boat has indeed paid off for both the palace and yourself.". He gave Moropaulos a benevolent smile, "I'd like to invite you and your men to a palace banquet next week. It is only fair that you sample the labour of your efforts prepared by the best chefs we have – and of course enjoy the best of wines whilst doing so.".

Grinning, Moropaulos expresses his thanks, "Well, that'll make a change from the wife's cooking Emperor. She's not bad at all, but we often eat the same sort of dishes. Not because we can't afford to eat other things - money's never an issue these days thanks to your kindness - it's just she likes to do easy recipes. This'll be a real treat. You have our deep thanks Emperor!". Around him his men nodded enthusiastically – it seemed they would enjoy trying some new things too.

"Of course, I won't be anything less than generous with the fish and seafood.", Justinian said with a wink, "And there will be plenty of other delicacies to savour as well. I'm sure you do not eat many animal meats for example. You shall have as much as your stomachs can accommodate. Bring your families and be sure to make the palace shake with the sounds of your merriment.". Glancing around and beaming as he did so, the Emperor acknowledged the friendly looks and made his way back to the palace to engage in matters of far less levity.

Leo has news of plots awaiting him. His spies have been rooting out more of those who are contemptuous of Justinian's return, and it looks like there is no shortage of them. Informing the Emperor that he should be careful of certain nobles, he takes the Emperor's orders to deal severely with those who have been discovered of active plotting by stripping them of all assets and titles, and making sure they at least can cause no more trouble.

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In Spain, the rivalry between the two rulers is intensifying, and Stephen, having recovered somewhat, is wondering whom he should back. Both have have their fair share of support and abilities, and it is by no means certain who if anyone will ultimately become sole ruler of the place. In his heart, Stephen feels Roderic is the better ruler – he is certainly more liked by his people than Agila is. However, Agila is playing the card of claiming kinship with the deceased Wittiza, and that is persuading a lot of nobles to join his cause. Rather surprisingly though, neither has gone to war against each other, something many had expected to happen when the division had taken place. It is perhaps down to worries about the Arabs possibly taking advantage of the situation if they did so which keeps them peaceful thus far. The Prōtospatharios decides to wait some more, yet distracted by illness and his thoughts, has not as yet informed anyone that he is still in Spain.

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In the meantime, a letter has arrived addressed to the Emperor and the Patriarch. Everything regarding the prior proposals about the Canons of the Quinisextum has been agreed to by Pope Constantine. That is good news enough, yet surprisingly, in his letter he has a favour to ask of the Patriarch and Emperor. He requests permission to come to Constantinople himself to sign the documents and make acquaintance with them both. This is highly unusual, yet it is welcomed enthusiastically by Cyrus and Justinian, who can see large benefits to having the Holy Father in their City, and sealing the relationship between them even more deeply. A cordial invite is sent, and over the following months dispositions and preparations will be made for the Pontiff's visit.

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Little can they know that in Septum, the angry Julian is furthering his plans for revenge upon Roderic and has secretly been discussing his ideas regarding them with the Arab governor's one-eyed general Tariq ibn Ziyad. They sense the time is near to take action with the Roman emissary seemingly absent from Spain and news of the Slavic uprising in Thessaly reaching them, leaving the Romans hopefully distracted and unlikely to form problematic alliances with anyone in Spain. They are however not aware how fast that rebellion has been dealt with, the news yet to reach them. Discussion is made over how to get permission from the Caliph in such a short time. Tariq would rather wait until his messengers arrive back with news from the Commander of the Faithful on this matter. It is known the Caliph favours an effort to extend his domains in Spain if at all possible, but still, formalities are important he feels. Julian is very persuasive however. He argues that there may never be a better time with the Romans out of the way, and the risk of war with them if they happen to get caught up in the fighting is much reduced. Julian also hopes to regain his sizeable estates in Spain that have been seized by Roderic and perhaps gain even more power for himself there. He is not terribly concerned with his governorship of Septum, he is a Visigoth in his heart and the desire for revenge and power are too great within him and outweigh all else. Besides he has something in mind that the Arabs may not be able to resist.

In the end, his argument is extremely persuasive to Tariq, and he relays Julian's ideas to his superior, Musa, who views it all as a huge risk, yet quite possibly one worth taking. Preparations have been underway for sometime to build up forces in North Africa as the Caliph has seen this as part of his long term plan, so with a little effort effective forces can be readied for an assault on Roderic. The men are there, and so are the ships to transport them across the straits. It remains only to prepare the logistics and more detailed plans for the assault. Musa takes full responsibility for the operation and sends off more horse messengers making use of the relay system to deliver the news to the Caliph in Damascus post-haste. He may not receive back a reply in time, yet he feels certain the Caliph would approve of his plans anyway. (Historical note: OTL Julian's negotiations and planning went on for about a year before the Arabs finally invaded the Iberian Peninsula in the spring of 711. Here he is driven by the urgency of what he feels is the lack of any significant Roman presence in Spain, and being the canny and persuasive individual he is, manages to swing both Tariq and Musa to his idea which was what the Caliph had been planning for anyway.)

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As war clouds loom in North Africa, happier events are taking place back in Constantinople. Justinian's prediction about Myakes ending up married have borne fruit and his engagement has been announced to a young lady who whilst not outstanding in beauty is still possessed of good looks indeed. It is her character that Myakes is attracted to as he says, "Zoe is such that she agrees with me on most things, yet still gives me pause for thought on others. And what pause! Aye, if I ever put a foot wrong, she'll set me straight, that's for sure, and sometimes I need a bit 'o telling off when I get carried aways.". Rubbing his somewhat stubbled chin, he still felt he couldn't discern any change in his rugged appearance in his mirror though. "Beats me why she is besotted with me.", he mused in a somewhat puzzled manner, but looking up quickly added, "Yet I am not complaining you understand, praise be to God!".

The Empress is euphoric over this, throwing her hands into the air and exclaiming, "Finally! He has found someone, and what a girl she is! Now at last he has a worthy reward for his diligence and conscientiousness. Perhaps I can arrange more time with my husband too now he'll not be standing next to him for what seems all day and night, though I'm sure I'll lose no time engaging in mischievous conversation with his new bride-to-be.", causing both Myakes and Justinian to roll their eyes somewhat.

"Don't worry Myakes, we'll still have time for our wine.", murmured Justinian softy and with a wink, eliciting a relieved grin from his commander of the Excubitores.

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The gaiety in Constantinople is in marked contrast with events in Septum. Theophilos manages to stumble across information that Julian has been working with the Arabs to take revenge in Iberia. He is shocked by this – he could perhaps understand his motivations, but to keep it secret from him, the Emperor's personal envoy to the garrisoned city, that was a severe lack of protocol and perhaps even treasonous. He barely has enough time to write two missives: one to be sent to Stephen, the other to be sent with all speed to Constantinople before Julian finds out his cover has been exposed, and sends a group of guards to arrest him. He manages to hide the one to the Emperor in his chamber as he was working on it when he hears the clatter of swords and armour heading for his apartments, but his messenger heading off with the other one for Stephen is captured before he can leave the building. He is promptly arrested as well. He is brought before Julian and the two men stare at each other.

"I know you want revenge, but not telling this to me and neglecting to inform the Emperor - that is going too far. And never mind plotting with the followers of the False Prophet!", he exclaims with sadness. "Do you not realise that if you wait a while, you may gain all you wish when the Emperor's plans are made manifest?".

"I cannot wait for him to turn up with his armies. I must avenge the death of my dear friend and recover my estates in Iberia and see that his heirs are given their birthright. We have no alliance with either faction of them, and thus no Romans will be harmed in this. It is the perfect time for me to deal with the upstart and murderer Roderic!". He spat on the ground: it seems that even mentioning the name brought a look of deep hatred upon is face, and Theophilos noted that.

“You are being blindly impatient and foolish. Your hate and anger is indeed clouding your judgement and can only lead to a worse outcome for us all. How can you be sure he was really murdered? And do you really think the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful's forces will leave Iberia once you have dealt with Roderic? His sons will end up as puppets, and anything you hope to gain out of it will be conditional upon their rule. And after all this, you will cause the Emperor great difficulty with his plans!".

Julian shot him a sharp look, "You do not understand. It saddens me that you cannot see it. Would that it could be another way, but this must be done, and the risks must be taken. And risks there are but we have the tenacity of my people on our side! Should the sons of the desert try to dictate the state of affairs, they will find the whole peninsula rise up under them. They know this and will be tempered by such knowledge.". He looked out of the window towards his homeland.

Theophilos was incredulous, "And they are doing this for pure altruism?? What price have you had to pay for this deal with Satan?". His face displayed a look of shock, sadness and a feeling of impending and inevitable betrayal all in one.

Julian turned back from his gazing out of the window and his face told Justinian's old comrade-in-arms all he needed to know before he even uttered a word.

"My desert allies shall be given what they have desired for so long now. This very city, delivered into their hands! I shall give them Septum!".

At just that moment a cloud cloaked the sun outside the window and cast a shadow over the city that crept its way across Julian's face.

Theophilos sank to the ground in utter despair.

Across the desert, the Arabs readied their forces.

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Like a parched earth waiting for water, you've all waited a very long time for this. Now it has returned, so hopefully you'll enjoy it.

So much is happening in the year of 710 that this year has been split across chapters. So you'll find out what happens in the rest of the year in the next part.

And for those of you who haven't commented yet and are still lurking (and I know you are there as this story has had over 6500 views so far), please comment as well. It's the life blood for us writers that keeps us writing after all.


Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Well, here's the next part. It is about one third longer than most previous chapters. A lot is going on in the Year of 710.

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Part IX

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part IX: Into the Fire

"It is fortunate few were *privy* to my missive, And if I must emphasise that in what seems a tedious and odious manner, then it is appropriate.", Theophilos of Doros, Emperor's Personal Emissary & Confidant​

710 – Summer Julian the Visigoth gazed out across the Southern Pillar of Hercules. His ships were lying there, laden with Arab troops and supplies. Around 1,700 hardened troops were embarked that would approach the Spanish coast at early dawn and make their surprise landing. They expected it to be unopposed, and they had good reason to do so. Roderic was somewhat concerned with watching Agila to pay too much heed to his southern coast, and there is no reason to expect a sudden attack from North Africa – after all, he feels sure they would hit the Romans first. He knows how much the Followers of the False Prophet would like to obtain possession of that resilient outpost, and seems secure enough in the knowledge that news of such an event would reach him in enough time to be able to deal with any moves on the part of the Arabs towards his lands via the warnings from refuges that would no doubt flee from the garrison. Whilst he is wary of the Arabs and the possible threat they pose, he feels he must watch both them and Agila, and he must watch Agila very carefully lest he be caught out by him.

This is precisely what Julian is gambling upon. In a secret meeting outside of Septum, the citizens as yet unaware of his bargain with the Arabs which is known by only a select few, he has spent generous amounts of time discussing war plans with Musa and briefing Tariq, who will be leading the assault. Julian has been using his local knowledge to inform the Arab general of the best routes to take and the best places for them to make camp in. They can expect help from those kinsmen and vassals of Julian who yet remain on his former lands. Thus trusted guides will be available to show Tariq the best places to ambush local troops and the quickest route towards Roderic’s stronghold. Julian has also agreed to allow an Arab garrison to take control of Septum once they have fought a successful battle in Spain. To sweeten the deal, he has already passed on some quantities of gold, silks and other valuables donated by Wittiza’s former supporters as a sign of their good faith and as a deposit the Arabs may use to fund their campaign further with. In addition, Julian’s supporters will bolster Tariq’s forces once they disembark - his lands being close to the coast.

Tariq was somewhat concerned about the numbers involved. He has just over 1,700 men, and reports show that Roderic could easily turn up with an army more than ten times that. Reinforcements will take a couple of more weeks to arrive, which he hopes will bring his army up to 7,000, still apparently heavily outnumbered. Julian assured him that he need not worry, as his supporters will add thousands to the combined army, bringing it to near parity against anything Roderic can muster. Besides, the recently Islamicised Berber troops that make up most of Tariq’s army are very fierce as well as experienced fighters and will act as shock troops capable of turning a battle. Musa himself will arrive with further reinforcements which will take ship and add thousands more to Julian and Tariq’s combined force. Julian is aware that this puts yet more Arabs onto his beloved soil, but he already has plans for feelers to be sent out to Agila once he has won a battle, and before Musa’s reinforcements can arrive in order to arrange a pact should the Arabs fail to leave and keep their end of the bargain. (Historical note: the figures for troops are historically accurate and are based on OTL sources.)

Small bands of Berbers have already been across and reported back to Tariq, who wished to reconnoitre the area to be absolutely sure about what he faces there. These groups can easily move about without being thought of as army elements, such bands being dismissed as the periodic appearances of Berber raiding parties that are known to turn up there from time to time. The indications from the reconnaissance were promising, and Tariq’s confidence in the campaign is reinforced. Turning to Julian he murmurs, “It seems we will catch them sleeping tomorrow. That augurs well for our progress.”.

Julian rubbed his chin and nodded in agreement. He knew they would have to move fast, but once they have gathered his supporters, then they have an excellent chance to hold their own in battle. “Let us hope that the usurper is just as sleepy in responding to us, and we will have him by his throat!.”

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In Septum, Theophilos languished in his house arrest, at a loss what to do. The guards at his door, the height of his windows and other guards located throughout the complex of buildings making any notion of escape impossible. He stared mournfully at the missive he had managed to stuff down the privy – it had been safe there, a thorough search of his chambers by Julian’s guards failing to find anything and satisfying the Visigoth that there was nothing else to be found as well. It was somewhat soiled and is possessed of a pungent smell, yet he feels it matters not as it will never reach the Emperor.

The smell caused him to wrinkle his nose and head for the only window that could now be opened to any degree, that of the very small one of the privy, of which he had no chance of squeezing himself through, even if height did not already make it a laughable escape route. Thrusting his body as far into the niche that made the window, he inhaled the air which was tinged with the salt of the nearby sea. He looked down into the small courtyard that was below the window and noticed no troops there. Of course, there was no need for any to be stationed there as it was not seen as a viable escape route.

Sighing, Theophilos was about to withdraw back inside when he spied a figure below that was familiar to him. It was one of the servants, Philippicus by name, and he had just made a start sweeping the courtyard. He was a Roman, not a Visigoth or one of the many Berbers who also made this outpost of Empire their home. And Theophilos remembered that this individual had a private suspicion of some of the Visigoths. Besides that, not being of particularly high birth himself, he had got along rather well with some of the servants and this was one of them. He wondered if this humble servant could be of use in his hour of need. Especially as he knew he possessed a degree of literacy.

First, he had to gain his attention without causing much noise. Quickly hurrying back into his chamber, he grabbed a small item of silk clothing, and rushed back to the tiny window. Thrusting his hand out of the window, he dropped the material to the ground below. Sure enough, it garnered the attention of Philippicus, who naturally enough looked up to see where it had come from and was met by the squashed face of Theophilos peering out of the opened window. Before Philippicus could say anything, Theophilos managed to squeeze his hand up to his lips clearly requesting him to be quiet. For his part, Philippicus nodded and quickly glanced around to make sure no one else was watching from the shadows. He was alone. Looking back up with a quizzical expression, Theophilos motioned him to wait, and his face disappeared. The servant waited patiently for his return.

Moving rapidly to his desk, Theophilos made some additions to the missive for the Emperor, telling of Julian’s motivations for dealing with Roderic, and his nefarious deal with the Arabs. Affixing his seal to the message, he then scribbled a quick note for Philippicus instructing him to smuggle the letter out of the fortress and ensure it would be put on a ship with a trader captain he knew he could rely on. Having done this, he scurried back to the window and dropped the note to Philippicus out first, who duly picked it up, and read the simple language on it. Theophilos prayed that his level of literacy was enough to understand what had been hastily written there, but he need not have worried as the servant made a gesture of acknowledgement. Dropping the message for the Emperor out of the window, Theophilos looked down as Philippicus stooped to pick it up, and wrinkled his nose as he did so. Despite this, he quickly wrapped both messages up in the silk cloth, and slipped everything into his tunic. Nodding to the face looking down at him, he scurried out of the courtyard, leaving Theophilos to pray that he was indeed loyal enough to rely on, and also to hope that he could make it safely to the captain he trusted, thus ensuring the safe passage, storms and other mishaps excepted, to Justinian himself. He hoped the smell of the missive did not cause any guards to give Philippicus any suspicious looks.

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Whilst the nervous Theophilos bit his nails in Septum, the Khazar troops that have been redeployed by Justinian to the Opsikon Theme are greeted by Komes Barisbakourios who soon has them exercising with his thematic troops. They will remain here for a while before moving off further east, familiarising themselves with the terrain and further learning how to support Roman methods of fighting. It will take them some time to adapt, but they seem enthusiastic enough to prove their worth as warriors, which Barisbakourios notes with approval. He will have to submit a report back to the capital about their progress, so he makes sure he is himself kept informed of their progress when he is not personally observing them, being occupied by other duties required by his office.

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In the meantime, Heraclius has been planning how best to prepare moderate numbers of troops for winter operations following his earlier meeting with the Emperor. Not an easy task, but as he already has some experience of winter operations following his actions in Thessaly, and having expanded on the idea with Myakes, he has been making progress and a good start has been made. Funds have been allocated to make sure these special troops are given a lucrative incentive to turn up for training, and Heraclius has in mind that not just winter training will be carried out, but other areas that will specialise the troops further. It goes without saying that they will receive the best of equipment, and be assigned experienced commanders. Reporting progress to the Emperor, he cannot help feeling a sense of pride that the idea is turning out to be a very promising one, and will be more than a nasty shock if used properly and wisely at important moments in campaigns.

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On the far side of the Empire, early dawn appears, and Julian’s ships disembark supporters of Wittiza, Tariq and his small yet powerful army of Berbers onto the shores of Spain at what is immediately dubbed Jabal Tariq (Historical note: This is where the name of Gibraltar comes from – the meaning of Gibraltar is ‘the Mountain of Tariq’). Loosing no time, they immediately head for Julian’s former estates, where they expect to meet up with his supporters gathering on those extensive lands and his guides waiting to show them the most advantageous routes through the countryside. The scouting of the small bands sent earlier along with Julian’s local knowledge proves fruitful as they make rapid and almost unopposed progress through the land.

However, it is only a matter of time before news reaches Roderic of this threat into his realm. And reach him it does, but by this time Tariq has reached Julian’s old estates, and it is not long before they are gathering many men as promised. Most, it is true, are militia, not especially well trained or heavily armed, yet full to the brim with plenty of fighting spirit. However, some nobles and heavier armed troops of higher classes including Visigoth Cavalry do form a nucleus for the militia to surround, and as they move further inland, their numbers grow.

Skirmishes begin to break out as smaller elements of Roderic’s forces attempt to harass the combined force heading for his capital of Toledo. In the days that follow, the skirmishes become ever more intense, but even as they do so, Julian’s supporters grow in strength, and towns are falling to the Arab-Visigothic Army. Roderic was busy amassing an army to face the combined force, and eventually it numbers around 25,000 troops of various quality, the bulk of them militia and of questionable abilities. However, he was quick enough in doing so before Tariq’s reinforcements manage to catch up with him. Just short of two weeks into the campaign, they arrived at Jabal Tariq, with Julian accompanying them, and made their way north with all speed. It was not fast enough. Roderic’s forces gathered and marched south to confront Tariq’s 1700 Berbers and Julian’s 12,000 strong army which was under Tariq’s overall command in his absence. Roderic was not even aware of Julian’s participation in the campaign. As far as he was concerned, this was a rebellion instigated by disloyal nobles and attended by Berber mercenaries to boost their numbers.

During all this time, Stephen has not been idle. Now fully recovered from his maladies, he received news of the Berber forces’ landing in southern Spain not long after they happened, but like Roderic remained ignorant of Julian’s involvement is all this and of his movement north with reinforcements. However, he now decided to make his choice. He moved to send a message to Roderic offering his support, and at the same time sent a missive to the Balearics requesting ships loaded with Roman troops sent forth at once in case they are needed. The message reached Roderic rather rapidly, but he is non-committal for the moment, having confidence that his force which he believes is larger and more effective will be able to deal with the small force of Berbers, and what he imagines is a rabble of militia cobbled together by the rebellious nobles. Besides, he was sure that the Romans will want something in return for their help, and saw no reason to give them anything unless absolutely necessary. Agila has shown no sign of making any moves, most likely still consolidating his own position in the northeast. Stephen’s orders for troops arrived within a few days in the Balearics where forces have been building up for some time, and the troops there, already prepared for such a rapid deployment embark on a large fleet of Roman ships and made their way at maximum speed to the eastern coast of Iberia. Stephen, like Roderic, is under the impression this was a rebellion led by nobles who have contracted Berber mercenaries to assist them. He was unaware that there was any formal Arab involvement, as if he did, he may have been somewhat more hesitant about committing troops, seeing as relations with the Caliphate are reasonable at this time. Blissfully ignorant of this, around 6000 troops of various types have disembarked and made their way inland.

As they are doing this however, battle is finally joined between Roderic and Tariq. Tariq had hoped not to fight until his reinforcements had arrived, but Roderic was not considerate enough to wait it seemed and had forced the issue much to the one-eyed general’s chagrin. Thus it was that just northwest of Cordoba, the two forces finally clashed in battle just after two weeks since Tariq had arrived. Roderic had drawn up his army with his relatives Osbert and Sisbert commanding the wings of his force. With Tariq in overall command of the force and various Visigothic nobles in command of their part, plus Tarif ibn Malluk, a commander who had led the scouting parties into Iberia in tactical command of the 1,700 Berbers, the battle erupts with a forceful and aggressive attack by Roderic.

For some time, Roderic’s forces have the upper hand and the militia of Julian, commanded by a number of nobles suffers from a lack of effective communication thus falling back in confusion. However, the fierceness and determination of the nobles is no pushover, and they manage to rally the left flank which smashes into Osbert’s wing which he has rashly spread too thin whilst chasing down the militia with his cavalry. Osbert is hit by an expertly aimed arrow and falls off his horse, sowing confusion amongst his troops as they think he is now dead. He is still alive however, but it is too late as his wing of Roderic’s army collapses and the Berbers see their chance racing in to attack the dangerously exposed centre. Roderic attempts to stem the attack by leading a personal charge against the Berbers, but it is of no use as the break is exploited and Tariq’s centre bears down with irresistible force upon the beleaguered vanguard of Roderic’s army, causing it to waver, and then collapse, the troops knowing now all is lost and now shouting in fear. Roderic, despite his personal bravery, is lucky to flee the field with his life; his army retreating in general disorder followed by Osbert who has somehow managed to get onto a horse before there are none left for him to throw himself onto. Only Sisbert manages to hold off the attack on his wing, doing his best to prevent the flight turning into a rout as his wing retreats in good order, and he brings some semblance of organisation to some of the fleeing troops in the centre. His quick and tenacious action prevents Tariq’s force from effectively pursuing, and thus saves a significant part of the army to fight another day. The humiliated Roderic manages to gather the remains of his army together and move back towards Toledo. In short, the battle is something of a disaster for Roderic, and he can only curse the luck of the archer who managed to put an arrow into Osbert. During his sullen withdrawal, he reflects on what might have happened if the Romans had been there. Knowing that a second battle is not going to be so advantageous to him, he sends off messengers post haste to Stephen agreeing to his assistance and asking his terms for his help.

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As the messenger streaked his way across the land bearing this crucial missive, a ship also raced across the sea carrying another equally urgent message. Theophilos’ warning to Justinian was safely aboard the ship and in the hands of the trusted trader captain he had hoped it would reach. Philippicus had managed to smuggle it out of the fortress, although it is true that the noses of the guards did notice an unsavoury whiff as he did so. Rather than cause them to investigate, it made them reluctant to even touch the servant, so he was left to be on his way. Knowing the docks well, he found the captain the Prōtospatharios had informed him of, the message had then been handed over with a minimum of fuss and Philippicus had watched as the vessel had made ready for sea. He waited just long enough to discreetly watch the trading ship disappear over the horizon, before he left the quayside and returned to his chores. He reckoned that if he had a chance, he’d return to the courtyard when it was safe, perhaps in a couple of days and somehow communicate that he had carried out his task.

For his part, Stephen enthusiastically received Roderic’s messenger and stated the Roman terms, which were control of southern and parts of south eastern Spain thus including the Iberian Pillar of Hercules. As the regions in question are not under firm control of Roderic or Agila anyway, it was seen as a reasonable price to pay in return for the services of 6000 well trained, heavily armed, lavishly supplied and very motivated Roman troops, with the possibility of further reinforcements if necessary to help him against his various enemies. Within a few days, it had all been agreed to, Roderic perhaps knowing that his chances of holding onto his throne were shaky given what has befallen him, especially since rumours have arrived that the rebellion appeared to be receiving reinforcements hurrying up from the south. With this agreed to, Stephen sent off a message to the Emperor, and another one to Theophilos. It was fortunate for him that the next battle would happen before that message reached Septum.

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By this time, Julian had finally caught up with Tariq with further supporters in tow. Tariq was eager enough to tell of the success in battle to the delighted Visigoth, who now wonders if he needed to send any messages to Agila to join in the deposition of Roderic. He felt he can wait until the next battle, as he was confident that the usurper’s forces would be at an even bigger disadvantage when they meet again. However, Tariq was not all full of good news, and explained the problems of communication within his militia. Julian acknowledged these, however now that he was here, he felt sure things would improve once he has taken command of them, and made some organisational changes which he explained in depth to the approving Berber general. Despite the dead and injured suffered in the Battle of Cordoba, there are now almost 7,000 Berbers and Arabs, along with 13,000 Visigoths. The militia and nobles had lost about 1,800 dead and wounded in the battle, but with further supporters having joined the army those losses have been replaced and Julian’s strength had increased as well. Tariq’s estimate of around 9,000 casualties for Roderic’s army seemed to indicate to everyone that they had the advantage in numbers as well as skill.

Sitting down to a celebration feast with Tariq and other commanders, Julian toasted their success, “We have shown all of Iberia that Roderic is not just a vile usurper, but an unlucky one. I have heard tales of his bravery in battle, yet he fled towards his capital with his tail between his legs like some filthy and cowardly dog.”. Looking around at the mixture of faces around him, he added, “So this is the man who would rule Iberia. You can all see how ill suited he is to the task and that his downfall will be richly deserved. Thus our sadly absent King Wittiza whom the traitor no doubt killed shall be rightfully avenged.”. The nobles and generals cheered and the Berbers smiled. But none smiled more widely than Tariq, his single eye sparkling in the firelight.

“You will have your Iberia returned to its rightful heirs, and we shall have Septum. A most agreeable state of affairs now your revenge is well on the way to completion and you have your estates once more.”. Like Julian, he glanced around the faces present around the huge table. “Roderic shall surely be crushed in our next encounter now we are one!”.

Julian stood up and shouted, “Yes, and he’ll go down eating his own blood!”, before turning to Tariq, his arms outstretched as if in offering. “Septum is now yours, the commander of the garrison is loyal to me, and will surrender it upon the approach of your representative. My side of the bargain is now kept, and I trust your brave men will continue to fight beside us.”. He licked his lips, perhaps a little nervous that Tariq could now leave the alliance if he really wished to.

He need not have worried. “There is still plunder and victory to be had here. We shall stand by you as brothers until the task is complete and we have final victory!”. Tariq banged the table with his hand and the assembled host roared with approval.

Julian was already planning what to do once Roderic was gone. He was going to offer some land to the Emperor to compensate for the loss of Septum – he would gain far more than had been lost, he’d see to that. And then the Romans could deal with the Arabs at their leisure with a firm base to operate from. Much better for that than poor beleaguered Septum he felt, which they’d get back anyway. He really believed he would be doing them a favour and he hoped the Emperor would see it that way. If he didn’t, well, he had allies.

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Days later Stephen’s army met up with Roderic’s rather battered force near Toldeo. With around 16,000 troops left in fighting trim, the view of 6,000 Roman soldiers was a heartening sight, and the morale of the Visigoth army went up rapidly. Stephen was more of a diplomat than a general, so he wisely left strategy to a certain George, who was the commander of the Roman force. However, to all intents and purposes, he was in overall charge, being the Emperor’s representative in the region. Now joined, they engaged in practising manoeuvres together, as the expectation was that the next battle would be but a short time away, and they would need to be able to work as a cohesive unit and iron out any communication difficulties as far as possible in that time.

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Far away from all this activity a small ship eased its way into the Dardanelles and proceeded with haste to the Queen of Cities. It would arrive there before the next battle is fought in Iberia, but just before it did, more communications were received from the Pope who would shortly be making his journey to Constantinople. The year has been wearing on and already an advance delegation has left Rome in order to prepare the way for the Holy Father. Patriarch Cyrus has been busy making his own preparations. He was not alone in wanting to dazzle Pope Constantine with the wonders of the city, and he was certain that the Great Church of the Holy Wisdom would have a profound effect upon him. The Emperor was also looking forward greatly to the visit, and was determined to throw sumptuous banquets and entertainments so that the Pope can marvel at what the City can provide.

The little ship docked and unloaded its captain who went straight to the palace and insisted upon an urgent meeting with the Emperor. Theophylactus was ultimately informed of this irascible individual who refused to leave until he had passed on a message directly to Justinian. Heading down to the gates to see him, he wondered if the man was yet another of those insane people who often insist upon meeting the Emperor whilst pretending to have a message of import. The guards have said that the man looked like a ship captain and had mentioned the name of Theophilos of Doros, presently far away in Septum. This was enough to stir his interest and the sakellarios had decided to take a personal interest in this particular case. Reaching the gate, he observed the fellow standing there who was short and stocky with the ruddy face common to sailors whose skin has seen rather more of the elements than the average man.

“So, I hear you have been causing something of a ruckus. I trust that this is worth it since I have come down from my offices to investigate this. You have mentioned a Theophilos of Doros, so you can tell me what this message you say you have from him is about.”. He looked quizzically at the sailor.

The sailor cleared his throat and spoke slowly, “I am John, Captain of that ship you can see out yonder.”, gesturing towards the docks and his small ship tied up there. He paused slightly, as if calculating what words would be best to say. “I have come from Septum by request of Theophilos who has entrusted me with a message of great import. A message that he insisted should be for the Emperor’s eyes only.”. Fishing out the missive concerned, he angled it so it displayed Theophilos’ seal. Theophylactus extended his hand to take it, but John whipped it back with the reactions of a man who was used to catching ill behaved ropes that could vanish rapidly over the side if not caught. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m going to keep my word on this one. Emperor’s eyes only y’see.”.

The sakellarios was a little taken aback, yet he could see the determination in the man’s eyes. He gestured to the guards. “I could easily have that taken you realise?”, he said nonchalantly.

“I know that, but you’ll be depriving an honest man of his word and honour. God knows, I will keep my word, so they’ll have to whack me up pretty harshly before I give it up.”. He looked defiantly at each of the guards and then fixed his eyes back on Theophylactus.

Looking into those eyes, Theophylactus somehow knew the man was genuine. He sighed, “Very well, you can bring it to the Emperor, and your honour shall remain intact. You’ll be accompanied by guards though, and you should not speak unless spoken to in the audience chamber.”. Turning, he gestured to the guards again and four of them surrounded Captain John as the sakellarios lead him through the gates of the Palace. His nose twitched as he does so wondering what on earth that strange smell was that seemed to be hanging around the sailor.

Having reached the audience chamber and Theophylactus adding another name to the list of people granted an audience with the Emperor, John had only to wait a small amount of time before he was led into the chamber by the guards.

Sitting on his throne, Myakes beside him, and the room containing a number of guards, yet few officials, as the sakellarios had dismissed most of them seeing as this message appears to be an important one, Justinian sizes up the captain before beckoning him forward to speak and noted the man’s slow yet relatively calm demeanour as he did so. Myakes had already voiced his caution about the man. “Could be another favour seeker spouting bullshit for all we know.”.

“So, I hear tale that you have a message for me, and only me written by the hand of Theophilos himself. Let us have it then.”.

John bowed deeply and slipped the missive out of his tunic once more. “Aye Emperor, and he had to pass it on to me via a servant. I hear a tale too. That Theophilos is unable to leave his chambers there and that he had to toss it out of a privy window.”.

Justinian frowned as he heard that and took the message that was taken out of John’s hands and to him by an attendant. “You are saying that he has some plague that no man dares to come near him. Or something more sinister?”. He wondered what the strange aroma was that had just appeared. His nose may have been mutilated years before, but his sense of smell was still more than keen enough.

“I know not much of the details, but it seems he is in some sort of trouble with Julian and is confined to his quarters. Perhaps Julian thought he was going to take his job someday.”. He shrugged his shoulders at that.

Justinian saw that Theophilos’ seal was indeed on the missive and he broke it open, his nasal passages being assaulted by a very pungent whiff. It was strong enough to make Myakes wrinkle his nose too. “What is that most unwelcome aroma? It seems to be released with this message.”, he enquired of the captain.

“Search me Emperor. I don’t notice it anymore, although it did strike me the first few hours I was in possession of it.”.

Myakes mumbled loud enough to be heard by the Emperor. “Smells like shit to me Emperor.”, which drew him a sharp yet slightly worried look from Justinian. “Well, he did throw it from a privy after all. Maybe he had a bowel accident after that falling out with Julian.”, he said dryly.

Holding the missive somewhat more lightly and with the tips of his fingers now, the Emperor gingerly opened it fully. “Er, yes Myakes, well, let us see what is written here.”, he murmured as he scanned the contents, his face going from interest, to concern and then finally darkening with anger.

“We have been betrayed it seems! Theophilos tells of Julian working in collaboration with the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful’s governor of the region that is rightly ours. It appears they have been plotting against Roderic because of Julian’s’ desire for revenge and to reclaim his lands that have been seized, yet that is not so troubling as the bargain he has arranged with the followers of the False Prophet! Our outpost of Septum is to be handed over as payment as part of this hideous compact!”. Myakes had scarcely seen the Emperor so angry for a long while. He knew this was very serious indeed. Theophylactus gasped, and the handful of other officials looked astonished. John himself was unable to stop his jaw from dropping open.

“Theophilos adds that even now, Julian, supporters of his, and former associates of the impious Wittiza accompanied by a heathen army are at large in Iberia with intent to kill Roderic and take the land.”. He shook his head in enraged disbelief, “How foolish and rash can a man be? Those soldiers of the desert will be most unwilling to leave once they have settled down like fleas in a dog’s coat on that side of the Pillars of Hercules. He is mad to trust that should they fail in their word, he can deal with them using his own people, as he will have ravaged the place in civil war making it less defensible, not stronger!”. He paused briefly a moment, remembering his own desire for revenge and how it had nearly been his undoing too. He could well understand that Julian would want his lands back and punish those responsible. He could even understand that despite the immorality of Wittiza, he felt duty bound to avenge the King he had cordial relations with. Yet to give away the last outpost of the Roman Empire in Africa – that was beyond the pale.

Justinian did not hesitate to give out his orders and turned to his sakellarios, “Send a message immediately to the commander of our forces in Sicily. Tell him to amass a fleet and sail immediately for Septum and retake the place. We cannot waste a moment of time on this.”.

He wondered about Stephen. It may be that he knew about his, but he couldn’t be sure. His silence was deafening, yet any missive from him may not have had enough time to reach the Court yet so it was perfectly logical to assume he knew nothing and could not be blamed for not doing so. Besides, if Theophilos was under house arrest, it would be very difficult indeed to get messages out. After all, he had to resort to throwing things out of a privy window to get this precious message to Justinian himself.

“Send a message to Stephen warning him of what has happened in case he is not aware of the situation, and to make an alliance with Roderic. Julian is to be found and arrested and his forces scattered to the winds. Our plans in Iberia could be ruined by this if we do not act swiftly enough.”. He then turned his attention to the possible involvement of the Caliph in all this. He felt sure the local Arab governor would not be doing this unless he has some form of tacit approval from his master. Yet from the missive it is clear that Julian did not expect any Roman troops to get caught up in the fighting with Stephen now away in the Balearics, and that meant the Arabs did not expect to fight them directly. Of course, he may not even be in those islands now with such news reaching him. The outpost’s handover appeared to be by treachery and not conquest. Of course the Arabs were not going to turn down something offered to them so easily - it was too tempting an offer to pass on. However, the followers of the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful had not directly attacked the Empire – yet.

The Emperor once again turned his attention to Theophylactus, “Send a message to the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful to express our dismay and anger at this turn of events, and demand that he withdraw from Septum, or there will be consequences. In the meantime, make sure our messenger to Stephen continues onto Iberia with all haste should he not be in the Balearics and find him.”, He knew that war with the Caliphate was a very strong possibility and events were happening rather sooner than he had planned for. “Also, inform Elias to be ready in the east should the situation deteriorate. Now, summon Aspimarus and Heraclius to my presence. We may need to accelerate our plans for our expedition to North Africa. Go now, and carry out my instructions with all speed.”.

Theophylactus practically ran from the chamber, his robes fluttering out behind him as John remained standing there in rather a state of shock himself. Justinian rubbed his chin and turned his attention to him. “We thank you deeply for conveying this missive to us so rapidly.” He beckoned to one of the subordinate officials of his sakellarios. “Our generosity for your services will be 15 pounds of gold. This official will see that you receive it promptly.”.

John wasn’t shocked enough to be able to express his gratitude. “My sincere thanks to you Emperor. And if I may sail back to Septum and somehow play a part in liberating the place and my dear fellow Theophilos, I would be grateful.”. He cast an expectant look at the Emperor.

Justinian was more than happy to grant that request, and the captain left to collect his reward before heading off to provision his ship and leave with the messenger embarked for the commander of the forces in Sicily.

Myakes shifted his position and edged closer to the Emperor. “What are you going to do with Julian if you lay your hands on ‘im Emperor?”.

The Emperor scowled at the mention of Julian’s name. “I shall be merciful of course and won’t lop his head off.”. Glancing at the smelly missive he was still holding with his fingertips, he added, “I’ll throw him into the foulest, most stinking and unfriendly to a person’s constitution type of dungeon that I can find in the Empire and leave him to rot there.”.

Justinian flicked the missive from his fingers to an official who tried to conceal his feeling of being less than pleased about receiving the odious item. “Burn this.” was all the Emperor said.

Myakes couldn’t help but imagine that Julian and his supporters had really landed themselves into the heart of the fire now.

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Part X

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part X: The Mists of Toledo

"Wars are seldom easy affairs. Messy and full of woe, yet men fight them still. The lure of glory or the fear of defeat convinces many they cannot be on the losing side or expect to lose their life that day. Reality, however, often has other plans.", Michael Tsirpas, Roman General & Historian* ​

710 – Summer Theophilos had no way of knowing if his message had reached the Emperor. Philippicus had indeed made it back to the courtyard briefly and made a sign to indicate that he had passed the message on to the ship captain Theophilos trusted, yet for all he knew, his ships could have been caught up in a storm or been intercepted by pirates – he really couldn’t be sure. With this in mind he had set about penning other missives, this time for Stephen who he still thought was in the Balearics, as well as the Commander of Roman forces staged in Sicily. Yet now John had left with his ship, Theophilos knew precious few people he could trust enough to carry the messages to their respective destinations. He knew another trading captain, but he was not entirely sure of his loyalties, given that he was half Visigoth. There was also the additional problem that it was no longer easy for Philippicus to get into the courtyard and take messages without being seen. Rather worryingly, one of the guards had found that it was a rather nice place to slope off to and avoid being disturbed in. He’d even set himself up a small chair in the shade there, and as Theophilos squeezed his head through the tiny privy window once more, he could make the soldier out, happily stretching out his legs and dozing off cool in the shade offered by the shadows in that corner, and protected by the oppressive heat of the afternoon. The Prōtospatharios could do little but wait until such time as the guard decided to leave and hope that Philippicus arrived at such a time as well.

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In Spain, Julian was spoiling for another battle. He was certain the next encounter would see the end of Roderic’s army, and his subsequent fall. The combined Arab and Visigothic army could now field almost 22,000 troops as more local nobles and militia had joined up with Julian. Musa was gathering reinforcements and was planning to be ready to sail with them ostensibly in case they were needed, but also had his own motives for wanting to get across to Spain and secure a piece of the pie for the Caliphate before Julian felt he didn’t need any more support. Yet Julian was eager to finish the campaign off before more Berbers and Arabs arrived in his beloved land as he suspected that Musa may have his own designs in Spain, and was encouraging Tariq to engage Roderic as soon as they could, his argument being that it was the best time to strike as Roderic’s army was reeling from their previous defeat and would be hard pressed to put up a good defence so soon after such a disaster. For his part Tariq saw the logic of Julian’s plan, and being a honourable man, wished to keep to his side of the bargain. Besides, his troops were eager for more plunder to be gained from fallen members of Roderic’s army, and he did not wish to disappoint them.

If they knew that 6,000 well trained Roman troops were holding battle exercises at Toledo with Roderic’s revitalised troops, they would have been far more concerned. Roderic had not been idle either. He had managed to gather more militia and nobles and had thus bolstered his army somewhat, and now his army had been reinforced by another 1,800 troops, bringing it up to nearly 18,000. Pelayo was on his way with his kinsmen and supporters; although it was not certain if he could catch up and join them in time for the start of the next battle. Still, with the extra 3,200 men he was bringing, it could make all the difference, even if they turned up late and could spring a surprise. Roderic, his commanders Osbert and Sisbert and the Roman commander George had drawn up their plans together, using the hoped for surprise of the Roman troops being present as a part of the strategy. Osbert hadn’t been too badly wounded by the arrow he had taken at Cordoba, his armour halting the worst of it, and thus he was hoping to gain retribution in the upcoming battle to make up for his mishap in the previous one.

It was decided to draw up to the south of the city where the terrain could be used to spring a trap. Roman troops could safely conceal themselves in the wooded areas present and there were some useful ravines to spring from. The manoeuvres involved would need some co-ordination, but it was thought they could be pulled off without too much trouble. However, it was true that much depended upon how far down the valley chosen the battle would occur as Roderic’s army would need to feign a retreat to draw the enemy forces into their trap. Thus around 11 days after Cordoba the scene was set near Toledo, and the joint Romano-Visigothic army would be able to field around 24,000 troops against the Arab, Berber and Visigothic combined force of 22,000. Both had reinforcements on their way, but Roderic’s would certainly arrive a long time before Musa’s could.

Across the water in North Africa, Musa worked fast to gather together his troops. Orders had been sent as far as Tunis to send men to beef up his army, and those had left by ship, intending to meet his men loaded upon ships at the southern Pillar of Hercules. Once the assembled host was together, they would sail across and land their forces on the shores of Iberia. Musa believed the Caliph would be most happy with events so far, yet still could quite dismiss the slight feeling of apprehension he had. His messages had been sent, but he had no idea if they had reached the Caliph yet, bearing the news of the compact agreed with Julian. He wanted to gain all possible credit for that, as well as from any gains made in Spain, and he had no intention of missing out on any rich rewards the Caliph was generous enough to bestow.

In Iberia, Julian’s eagerness to move and engage Roderic’s forces has borne fruit and his army approached the area where Roderic’s could be seen drawn up. Tariq cast his eye over Roderic’s forces and concluded that there were several thousand less present that there had been at the previous battle, whilst his forces had increased in number and had well trained soldiers compared to the bulk of Roderic’s army which was in large part made up of militia. Tariq had been careful to scout out the area so he could be sure that there were no surprises waiting. His caution proved to be of little use, however, since the Romans were positioned well away from the area, yet still close enough to rush in and make a difference if need be. Besides, their function was to spring the trap once Roderic’s troops made their feint and had drawn the enemy forces into a suitable position to spring it. The very early morning air was somewhat misty as well, and this served to further conceal the Romans, and meant that any charge from their cavalry would be more effective.

Tariq and Julian met together and made their final dispositions. Julian had been working upon improving the communication between his commanders, and the morale of his troops was high. With Julian in the centre with his heavy cavalry, Tariq held his troops on the wings as they were somewhat more mobile and could make the best use of their experience whilst Julian’s vanguard kept the opposing army busy. Now it was Julian’s turn to open the battle, and with assured aggressiveness his soldiers did so, smashing into Roderic’s centre and resulting in a spirited melee developing which looked to be going better for Julian than Roderic. Sisbert was leading the right flank and now ordered his charge, his cavalry smashing into the opposing Visigothic centre. This was soon countered by Tariq’s wing moving in and disrupting the charge, thus foiling the full effectiveness of Sisbert’s attack. For his part, Osbert had charged in from the left and had targeted Tariq’s wing on that side rather than Julian’s centre. He obviously saw them as the greater threat and no doubt wished to exact a certain amount of revenge for his humiliation at Cordoba. This took the Arabs and Berbers under Tarif ibn Malluk somewhat by surprise as they had been expecting him to attack Julian’s troops, yet they weathered the charge, despite Osbert being careful not to spread his men too thinly this time. For a while the battle raged with Roderic’s forces putting up a courageous fight, yet it was obvious their militia was over-matched by Tariq’s experienced forces. To Julian’s eye, it seemed pretty clear that he had the upper hand and was slowly forcing the opposing force back. It was then that Roderic made a signal.

Osbert and Sisbert gathered their men together, and made off as if in a disorganised retreat, whilst the centre also turned tail. Yet it was all planned. This was the feint that they hoped would spring the trap. It was very risky as it meant that at least some of Roderic’s forces would end up being run down by the pursuing enemy, yet he had more to gain than those losses if all went well.

Julian was pleased: it seemed that Roderic was in deep trouble. Tariq, although cautious, saw a repetition of what had happened at Cordoba, and decided that this opportunity could not be lost to finish off Roderick once and for all. The combined Arab and Visigothic army surged forward over the bodies of men that littered the area who had either been killed of maimed in the battle. There seemed to be considerably more of Roderic’s there than anyone else’s.

“He runs! He has not the stomach to fight. Form yourselves into order and chase him down now! He is all but finished!”, Julian exhorted his troops as they gathered themselves and bore down upon the enemy.

Tariq’s voice could also be heard amongst the roars of Julian’s men as they rushed forward, determined to eradicate Roderic’s reign once and for all. “He speaks the truth! They are at our mercy, kill them all now! Every man shall have more than his fair share of plunder once they are , driven into the ground and crushed!”, he yelled in Arabic.

With cries in a variety of languages ringing out, Julian and Tariq’s forces swarmed forward down the valley as Roderic’s troops ran as fast as they could without losing too much cohesion, but just managing to look disorganised, which was probably the case for some of the less experienced militia. Then, having reached the best point for an ambush, that had been agreed to by the Roman and Visigothic commanders, Roderic gave his orders and his troops stopped running and came together in good order, in what appeared to be a last stand to the eyes of Julian who gloated, “Look! They have not the energy to run further. They ran fast enough but it will not save them. This last act of desperation will doom them all. Press the attack!”.

Tariq’s troops were still in very good order despite the chase, but Julian’s centre, consisting mostly of militia like his opponent’s was somewhat less cohesively arranged as they bore down upon Roderic’s forces. Still, they seemed to be in a better state than those they faced, and it looked like they would roll over Roderic’s centre.

And then it happened.

From the bushes and trees, George had been patiently waiting, his commanders biding their time, and communications between them calm, experienced and orderly. As Julian and Tariq’s forces streamed past, his men readied themselves, muscles tensed, adrenaline rushing through their bodies, and if truth be told, some apprehension coursing round their veins. After all, even experienced soldiers have a healthy amount of that in them, and it serves to hone their wits and make them cautious enough to avoid too many mistakes. The mist had lifted somewhat, but not enough to stop cloaking the cavalry as they burst out of the woods on either side and the full might of the Roman Empire in Spain was unleashed upon the unsuspecting enemy.

The rumble of the Roman cavalry was barely heard as most in Julian’s army merely assumed it was Tariq’s cavalry thundering past them to engage Roderic once more. As for Tariq’s cavalry, the noise was drowned out by their own hoof beats, whilst the Romans came closer under the cover of the mist, to finally emerge charging down onto the surprised Arabs, Berbers and Visigoths. Not far behind the cavalry, the Roman infantry bore down in perfect regimented order, ready to hammer their way through anything the cavalry left behind.

Julian was aghast. “What trickery is this??”. He could barely understand what was happening as the cavalry pile-drove into the flank of his forces, catching them completely unprepared. Tariq was slightly luckier as his forces were further forward, and a large part of them were not caught up in the charge, yet his rearward formations were crashed into and were left in disarray. This of curse left the larger part of his force facing Roderic’s army who were not longer feigning disorganised retreat and were making towards Tariq’s with what could only be described as highly prejudiced intent.

Tariq wheeled his horse around and tried to rally his men. “Form up! It’s a trap!”, he cast his single eye around, glaring so much it seemed fit to fly from the socket. “Keep your wits about you. We can fight our way out of this!”. He spurred his horse and hacked his way through the Roderic’s militia. They may have been lacking experience, but they were more than making up for it now as they sensed the possibility of victory, and they were piling forward, being met by the flashing blades of the Berbers.

For his part Tarif, who as Tariq’s deputy, had been leading the other wing was just managing to hold his own against the hordes of angry Visigoths that had descended upon him and his men. His determination and skill had results, with his men managing to slash their way out of the trap and retreat before the Roman infantry arrived. No such luck for his superior Tariq, as he found lines of Romans advancing upon him and finally realised what was going on. “Romans! By the Prophet, what are they doing here??”, the surprise and shock in his voice evident. His fighting spirit was unbroken though and he continued to slice his way through the militia. Luckily, Roderic’s heavy and lethal Visigothic cavalry had not caught up with him yet, although the light horsemen of Osbert’s command were now racing in determined to carve some holes in his formation.

For Julian the penny had dropped as well, but for him the implications were even more serious. “In the Name of God, Romans! I am ruined!”, he cried out as he saw them advancing towards him, and in his mind’s eye, only directly to him personally. Had the Emperor found out about Septum already? It barely seemed possible. How could any message reach him so rapidly since he’d dealt with Theophilos? He had never expected to fight Romans, in fact this stage of his plan required that he absolutely did not. He wanted to conquer lands, and give some to the Emperor and then help him recover Septum if necessary. Now, all that seemed a dream. He wondered if there was some other reason the Romans were in Iberia. Perhaps Justinian had already arranged an alliance with them without knowing about his handover of the Imperial outpost, and the message was waiting for him back in Septum? Suddenly, he remembered Theophilos’ words and saw the truth of them. The Emperor would show him no mercy having given Septum away and not having any lands to present to him. Julian beat his breast in despair. All his plans and hopes were falling apart before his eyes. Yet inside him a spark of hope yet remained. Musa would arrive with reinforcements, and he’d be able to conquer lands once he had them. Maybe, just maybe, he could get himself out of this woeful situation. And if he couldn’t work with the Romans, then he’d have no choice but to work with the Arabs.

“Men! We shall not fight here, this ambush will destroy us. We must leave and regroup! Remember that there are vastly more men on their way to support us. We can fight another day when the odds favour our success far more.”. Glaring across the battlefield, he spotted Roderic and his bodyguard behind his centre. He was certain he was looking directly into the eyes of the usurper. “Damn you! False King! You shall not escape me. I shall make you pay for what has happened here today as God is my witness. Satan shall feast upon your stinking cadaver, I swear it!”. And with that he did his best to rally his men and make his way out of the disaster that was rapidly enveloping him.

Across the battlefield, Roderic could see Julian thrashing about him with his sword and had the odd feeling he had somehow shared eye contact with him. However, as yet, he had no idea it was Julian, just some Visigothic noble that was leading the others and desired to seize his crown. “He is brave and skilled”, said the King in an aside to one of those accompanying him. “Whoever that is out yonder, I am impressed. Yet today will not be his day. It is ours!”. He turned to his adjutants, ”Order the flanks to close in on their centre. Their wings are fleeing or vanquished and if we are quick we may yet finish the greater part of them.”. Acknowledging his instruction, the commands were relayed and Roderic watch as his wings began to close in.

From the relative safety of his horse behind the lines of infantry, Stephen watched as the enemy fought to escape. Not being too much of a general, he had left the battle in the hands of the very capable George, whose phlegmatic efficiency had essentially won them the field. He looked around at the troops arrayed around him. Some had not even reached the battle yet – the surprise of the cavalry charge had proven very effective and the first ranks of the infantry were just now hacking their way into the desperate force that still remained on the field. As he gazed down, he saw that the enemy Visigothic general had been successful in gathering his men into some order and had managed to fight his way to a clear retreat. He had already watched one wing of Berbers manage to fight their way out, and now the other was doing the same. It looked like a fair portion of the army would escape.

It did not matter. He knew that another day, all would be chased down and another battle would crush them yet further. They had done well enough with minimal losses, and that had been part of the confidential plan between himself and George - not to get too involved unless necessary. Roderic owed them his throne since the Romans had been instrumental in turning the battle. That was what counted, and he could congratulate himself upon a bargain that would yield great awards.

Julian thanked God as he managed to escape the clutches of the trap that had so nearly destroyed his army. Ahead of him, he could see Tariq and Tarif retreating in fairly good order. He was fairly certain they were thanking God too. His soldiers were managing to do so in a slightly more disorganised fashion, but the entire army owed their escape to Julian’s Visigothic cavalry which had butchered a way through Roderic’s admittedly courageous men. Despite the seriousness of the defeat and his lamentable situation in terms of his plans, the war was not yet lost. The bulk of the army had escaped, and could fight another day. And when Musa’s troops arrived, then they would have overwhelming force. Yet Julian’s ever crafty mind was thinking of what else he could do to alter the balance of power. His mind came back to the idea of sending emissaries to Agila and see if some sort of deal could be reached with him. Then Roderic – that treacherous scum he reminded himself – would be caught in a pincer from north and south, and no amount of help would save him.

Tariq was still stunned by what had happened, as he led his men from the field, yet he did not blame Julian. Who could have imagined a Roman army would be there after all? He was worried, it was true. The Caliph would not be happy that he was fighting Romans without his approval. That could start a war across both Empires. Yet, the prize was Iberia, and Musa’s large force would surely be able to secure it once they had combined together. And he knew the Caliph desired Iberia greatly. He too wondered about the missive that had been sent to him. Turning, he glanced at Tarif, whose face was covered in blood, a sword had obviously gashed him there - whether Roman or Visigoth, only a closer examination could tell. Tarif returned the glance, and it didn’t take much for each to know the same thoughts were on each other’s minds.

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Far across the deserts, oases and lands of Africa, into the coasts of the Levant, a rider, one of many in a great link stretching across the vastness of the Caliphate, made all speed to Damascus. He was not far from his destination and he held the missive that Musa, Tariq and Tarif were all so concerned about.

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Near the southern Pillar of Hercules, more and more ships and men massed. It would only be a matter of time before Musa felt satisfied that he had enough to set sail with to Iberia. As he gazed down at the large assemblage of the Caliph’s forces, he looked back toward Septum. The local garrison, who had been loyal to Julian, had been joined by his own men, and now the banner of the Prophet flew from it. It was no longer a secret it was now part of the Caliphate. At least, not to those assembled here and the inhabitants of the outpost. There had been some trouble in the streets of course, but his troops had seen to that. He planned to move more of his men and their families into the fortress city. Over a period of time he planned that it would become less Roman and Visigothic, and more of a Berber and Arab city. He was fairly confident that it could resist any Roman or Visigoth attempt to take it. He believed he had time before any of their forces could muster such an assault.

Little could he know that Justinian’s orders had already left Constantinople and were even now racing to Sicily and would very soon result in a force despatched towards the distant outpost.

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*A future fictional character born into existence due to butterflies


Here's the next part. Hope you enjoy it.

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Sargon

 

[Sargon]

Goody

Thanks old chap.

Good to see you continuing. I seem to be on a Byzantine kick lately, so thr tale of the noseless Baselius is welcome. Can't have those Turks rampaging through Europa collecting their blood tax can we?

Well, we can have Romans and Visigoths rampaging about instead. How about that?

Thank God!

I try my best.

Sargon

Would echo the earlier comments. Hope your live is setting down and glad to hear the TL will be becoming active again.

Steve

Thanks for the support old chap. As one of my most loyal readers from near the start of this thing, I really appreciate that. Things are sort of sorting themselves out life wise.

The good news is that the next part is almost complete and should be posted in the not too distant future. Taking a while since I had to go through the bit I was writing back in May, and connect things up in my mind there. However, I have notes for several chapters planned out in advance as I usually have the habit of doing, so it has all fallen into place with not much trouble.

In the meantime, this story now has an entry in the AH.com Wiki, and those of you who feel like doing so are more than welcome (actively encouraged in fact!), to go and add anything to the article you feel would flesh it out and make it better. You can find it here.


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[Sargon]

Part XI

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part XI: The Wrath of Hercules

"It was as if the Pagan gods were observing all of us and our efforts and thus determined we had blasphemed against them.", attributed to various sailors on both sides of the battle​

710 - Late Summer Stratēgos* (Admiral) Alexander, the commander of Roman forces in Sicily read the message once again that he held in his hand, and then looked out into the bay where an invasion force was being readied with extreme haste. His orders came directly from the Emperor himself, and they were curt: Take Septum and hold it. Interdict any seaborne enemy forces that try to interfere. Alexander was well equipped to do this. For some time now, supplies, men and vessels had been building up in preparation for a possible attack on Carthage and Tunis. Septum was a far less formidable target, and he felt he would need only a portion of those forces to accomplish the mission. This would mean that any operation against North Africa would have to be delayed until reinforcements arrived from Constantinople and elsewhere since the remaining forces, although considerable, might well not be quite enough to guarantee total victory.

Alexander intended to embark as soon as possible and carry out the Emperor’s orders. However, he had already ordered an advance force under Nicholas his tourmarchēs* to leave immediately with the mission of sweeping the area around Septum and destroying any enemy ships found there. He had no intention of having his invasion fleet ambushed. The advance fleet had already left and would arrive on station soon. (*Historical Note: when this term is used in a naval context, it can also mean Admiral. In Nicholas' case this term is more like a Rear Admiral.)

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In the Balearics, a flustered man made his way back to the docks. It turned out that Stephen was not here, and the messenger had little time to waste as he headed for a ship which had been arranged to take him to Spain as fast as possible. Getting that arranged had taken longer than expected, since no ships were actually heading there on this day. A lot of shouting and waving of the Emperor’s order in various people’s faces though had done the trick, and one captain had been found whose loyalty to the Emperor was either very solid, or his hopes for reward very high. Perhaps both. The reason mattered not for the messenger, as he just wished to make his way to Spain without wasting a minute. Wearily, and sweating profusely in the heat, he struggled through the people on the quayside to the ship that was waiting for him.

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A very long distance away in the lands of the Levant, yet another messenger made his way from the dockside of Tyre intent on delivering his master’s message to the Caliph. He would have arrived considerably earlier had it not been for pirates on the route; however, he would soon take horse and make all haste to Damascus and would reach there quite soon. He wondered what sort of reaction the Caliph would give when he read the Emperor’s message.

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In Constantinople, some days later, early in the morning, Justinian was wasting no time either. Orders had been sent out and a fleet was being gathered to reinforce the one in Sicily, effectively doubling the forces there. The consultations with Tiberius and Heraclius had borne fruit, and Tiberius, being a former Admiral, had made plenty of useful suggestions regarding the expedition. Now, everything had been worked out to the last detail, and the Emperor would be embarking with them – Tiberius being his chief naval advisor and commander, and Heraclius being in charge of the land forces that would disembark for the invasion. Justinian planned to delay only long enough for a reply to reach him from the Caliph. Given that the passage of missives between the two empires was fairly rapid due to the speed of dromons and the horse relay network, he did not expect to have to wait long.

Myakes marched down the quayside and cast a wary eye at the Emperor’s flagship. “Can’t say I relish going to sea again. The last time that happened, I got a good dunking.”.

Theophylactus looked at the ship and then back at Myakes, “Considering how you described that little fishing boat you were on, I’d say this is an improvement, but still, rather you than me. I don’t fare well off solid land.”. Emphasising the point, he stamped both his feet on the ground beneath him - somewhat smugly if Myakes’ envious expression was anything to go by.

“Well, the grub had better be good, that’s all.”, growled Myakes sourly as he made his way up the gangplank to inspect the Emperor’s accommodations on board, leaving Theophylactus and his retinue to greet Justinian as his arrival from the palace for the inspection of the assembled vessels was expected shortly. After this inspection some final arrangements and dispositions to be made back at the palace, and then embarkation and departure for Crete, where more vessels would be added to the fleet.

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Caliph Al-Walid raised his face from his palms as he thought back over the message he had just received, and then placed his head back in them. Only a few days before, he had received a message from Musa informing him of his decision to invade Iberia. All well and good, and a great opportunity for the Caliphate. However, he was less pleased about the defection of Julian, and the potential problems it could cause with the Romans. Hopefully, they would be too concerned with finding Julian and punishing him to spend much time directing their anger at the Caliphate, but still, he was sure the Emperor would not be pleased. However, the price of gaining Septum may be worth paying, and he could always say that Musa had moved without his approval – which of course was technically the case – and offer some form of compensation to the Romans. He had sent a missive back to Musa tacitly approving of the plan, yet advising caution regarding his dealings with Julian and to avoid direct fighting with the Romans if at all possible. He was certain the Visigoth had his own schemes at play, yet he would make a valuable ally for the time being. But now, by the Prophet, had arrived another message from the Emperor of the Romans! And to say it complicated matters was like saying boiling oil had been put into his private bath whilst he was in it. And so he now took refuge in his palms.

The Caliph was a cultured man, one who loved his collection of books and manuscripts, who took great interests in the arts, and who took any and every opportunity to embellish and improve his cities with magnificent buildings. He had little use for war with the Romans, and had indeed been most pleased and grateful for Justinian’s gifts and generosity in sending craftsmen to help with the construction of his Great Mosque. Now, it looked like war was staring him in his face as Justinian’s indignant words seemed to fill the air of his library. The Caliph could of course send a missive to Musa ordering him to leave Septum, yet he thought it was at least worth making the offer of compensation in terms of gifts, money and even a parcel of territory to the Romans as a form of restitution since the prize of Iberia was something he did not wish to lose. And so a reply to the Lord of the Infidels had duly been sent offering these terms. Septum after all, would be a invaluable base to have. The Caliph just wasn’t quite sure if it was worth full scale war with the Romans, yet if he made the offer and Justinian accepted it, then he would have a prize more than worth the things he had offered to the Emperor. If there was war, then so be it. The armies of his ancestors had given the Romans plenty of bloody noses in the past, and he was certain they could do so again. With that in mind he sent a message off to Musa warning him of the Emperor’s knowledge of what had happened, and to arrange for reinforcements from Tunis, Tripoli and Alexandria at once, whose commanders Al-Walid also sent missives to. Sighing, the Caliph attempted to read one of his favourite manuscripts, yet troubled, his face fell into his hands again. He didn’t welcome the prospect of war much at all.

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Justinian paced the deck of his flagship as he inspected the crew and arrangements onboard, and thought back on recent events. Yes, he had been angry that day Captain John had brought him news of Julian’s betrayal. He knew that his forces would be closing in on Septum even as he awaited a reply from the Caliph. He was almost certain though that the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful would decline to leave and offer some form of compensation, but for appearances’ sake, Justinian could have at least claimed to have given him a chance to have his forces withdrawn from the outpost. Secretly, he had been hoping for a casus belli so he could launch his North African operation. And he had one now. Of course, it was possible that the Caliph could back down and using his tremendously fast relay of riders and ships manage to get a message to Septum in time before the invasion fleet arrived. If that was the case, then the city would be handed peacefully back over to the Romans. However, it was equally possible that such a missive could warn the Arabs to be vigilant for a Roman attack. Justinian felt that by launching his ships towards Septum on the same day as he sent the Caliph his message meant that perhaps the Deniers of Christ wouldn’t have time to build up their forces. After all, a relay of fast messengers was one thing. There was no way reinforcements could move that rapidly. And with an attack on Septum followed up by one on what remained of Carthage and the nearby city of Tunis, the False Prophet’s forces may be spread too thinly, and that would be enough to begin the reconquest of North Africa.

Having made note of some matters to be cleared up onboard and issuing instructions to address them, he rapidly returned to the palace to tidy up affairs for his upcoming absence there, and would wait no longer than necessary for any reply to arrive from the Caliph before heading his fleet off onto its great expedition.

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For his part Musa had finished gathering his ships and embarking his troops, and was ready to cross over to Iberia and reinforce Tariq and Julian. Yet even as he did so, events were about to become more complex for him as the twin forces of Romans and fate descended upon his part of the world. Not far off was the advance fleet of ships commanded by Nicholas who was following a course of due west, and as Musa weighed anchor and set sail from the Southern Pillar of Hercules, it was this fleet to his northeast which spotted the Arab fleet through the haze of the mid-morning sun.

Nicholas gazed out across the waves at the south western horizon. At first, only a few ships could be made out: just masts standing up like needles in a seam. Then as his ship drew closer, the masts rose higher showing they were attached to hulls, and more of the forms crawled up and over the horizon. Nicholas knew they weren’t Roman ships as he had been notified of no others in the area. They could be Visigothic, but the colour of the sails and the cursive writing of the Arabs which were upon them left him in no doubt, and before long a huge mass of ships filled his view.

“Look at that! We’ve caught them just as they are leaving. Looks like an invasion fleet. Turn us towards them. Merciful God, allow us victory and protect us this day!”. Yet even as he uttered those words he looked uneasily towards the heavens. Experienced sailor as he was, he could tell there was something not right about that wind. It had changed direction a few times today already, like something was stirring it up. Something told him bad weather was on the way. “Let’s get this done! Move to it men!”.

Lookouts on Musa’s ships spotted the Roman approach, and it was a somewhat surprised Musa who came up on deck and squinted towards them. “Surely Roderic cannot have so many ships of his own?”, he exclaimed in puzzlement, not aware that the Romans were yet involved in all this since he felt that the Emperor could not have time to prepare and send a fleet at such short notice assuming he had only just heard about things. Of course, he expected the Romans to show up at some point, but not now. Yet as he observed the ships move in closer to him, he had little remaining doubt. “Roman warships, by the Prophet! How they can be here so rapidly escapes me, but we shall deal with them!”. He could feel confident enough as his fleet outnumbered the Roman one by what seemed a comfortable enough margin.

And with that, the Arab fleet turned northeast to engage the Romans. Onboard the ships, soldiers strapped on their equipment earlier than expected as they prepared to repel boarders once the ships came close enough. Truth be told, the number of men on the ships was also considerably more than those embarked in Nicholas’ fleet. He, after all, was not shipping an invasion force. In fact, Musa had a host of 18,000 troops with him, plenty enough to help in the conquest of Iberia, and if the Romans were not careful, more than adequate to overwhelm the numbers on their ships should they be able to board. However, Nicholas was not about to let that happen. He looked down towards the prow of his ship where a group of his specialist siphonaroi were gathered around a large bronze spout mounted on a pivot jutting at a moderate upwards angle over the bow. “Signal all ships. Ready the siphons and prepare the Liquid Fire.”. Feverish activity broke out across the fleet as those ships which carried the deadly weapon of Greek Fire prepared to unleash it.

Musa was no fool as he saw the Roman ships move in from the northeast and realised their intent. He knew that positioning his ships was especially critical given what awful weapon certain of their ships tended to carry. The wind was blowing from the northwest, and his crews were straining against their oars to cut off and pass ahead of the Romans, thus negating the wind advantage before the enemy could use the wind to make the best use of their terrible Fire. As it was, and despite his crews’ valiant efforts, part of the Roman fleet had already crossed his path and had now turned and was bearing down on his port side from the northwest. This meant the wind was behind them, and would help the Fire’s range, as well as prevent the Roman ships from suffering from their own weapon. Musa had managed to get slightly ahead of the other part though. As he watched the ships to the northwest, he could see small figures turning the mouths of the devilish weapons towards his ships. Although a courageous man, he felt dread spread from the pit of his stomach.

Nicholas had decided to split his forces into two parts mainly because he didn’t trust the wind. If it should turn, he wanted his ships in different positions to take advantage of it so that they could use the Fire to full effect. And he was worried: the waves had become rather choppier, the swell even greater and thus he was certain a storm was on its way. Nevertheless, as he watched, he saw his specialised siphonophoroi ships to the northwest were opening up with their siphons.

And it was a sight to behold.

Great streams of incandescent death streaked like giant burning spears onto the nearest Arab ships setting them instantly aflame, and sending their crews and embarked troops, he hoped, to an overdue appointment with Hell. Small figures on the ships tried desperately to escape the conflagration, but even on the surface of the sea itself, the Fire burned, water only fuelling its deadly rage. Cheers rose from the decks of his ships, and one sailor yelled out, “Nothing like a good roast!”, which brought bellyfuls of laughter from many.

However, Nicholas did not join in, he was concentrating on the battle and he more than anyone knew what a fickle weapon the Fire could be. “The Lord help us if the wind changes and that Fire hits our own - ”, he said to one of his lieutenants standing next to him.

“Aye, ‘tis dangerous indeed.”, the man beside him answered interjection the remainder of his commander's sentence. The lieutenant’s weathered face bore a grim expression. He had been at sea and in enough battles to know that the Fire could and did easily burn its own ships due to the mores of nature. As long as the wind held, the Roman ships would use the Fire, but as soon as it turned, they would have to stop as it was just as likely to fall on their own ships in such circumstances. For now the breeze favoured the Romans, and the left flank of Musa’s fleet was suffering.

Glaring at the floating furnaces that had once been ships of his fleet, Musa let out a low growl. Foolishly, some of the soldiers on those ships had tried to put the conflagration out with water, which of course only caused it to spread and become worse. He couldn’t afford to lose these men here. Yet if his ships moved in closer to those Romans, they would receive even more intense tongues of flame. His only chance was to row to the north and attempt to overhaul them. Looking towards the east, he saw the other part of the Roman fleet keeping its distance, yet of course, seeking an opportunity to move in and take advantage of any mistakes he made. He did not need to worry about them so much. They were unlikely to attack and get burnt by their own ships until either the wind favoured them, or his fleet had been reduced enough and the other Romans ships stopped using their Fire so that they had fewer soldiers to face when it came to close quarters combat.

“Row faster. Row fast enough to amaze the Prophet!”, Musa exhorted his men with all his energy, and it paid off. Soon the Roman ships to his northwest were on his west, and using their Fire in the steadily increasing breeze was not practical. For his part, the commander of the Roman north-western force had struggled with the wind and current, and had not been able to maintain his position despite lowering his sails and relying upon his oars. Still, he had managed to eliminate a significant number of Musa’s ships from the fight, but it didn’t seem to be enough to even things out to the Romans’ advantage. The wind did not favour usage of fire from the eastern force either, and so both Roman forces moved in to engage the Arabs from both sides, their intent to ram and try to sink the Arab ships in this manner. Musa could not help the position he was in, but it was better than having that damn Fire rain down upon him. Now, he hoped to use his numbers to his advantage. “Now men, we will show them. Allahu Akbar!”.

If he hoped to do so, it appeared God, or perhaps Hercules, who with his Pillars so close to this battle appeared to have more possession of it rather than Neptune, had other ideas. Within a very short time, Nicholas’ fears of a storm had borne fruit, and not just any storm either. As the sky suddenly darkened, the waves rose angrily and the wind turned into a gale, and each commander knew that battling the enemy was the least of their worries. They had to escape the storm or risk being sunk. “If the Followers of the False Prophet don’t get us, the storm will.”, he murmured under his breath as he gave orders to disengage and head for the African shore.

Musa has already engaged the western Roman force that had rammed its way into his flank. The Romans had succeeded in impaling some of his ships, and a number of their dromons had managed to reverse, leaving several holed Arab vessels sinking. However, several ships were locked together, and Musa’s numbers were telling as his soldiers overwhelmed the Roman defenders and swarmed onto their decks whilst other warships hurled a variety of missiles at each other. Burning cloth-wrapped balls soaked in highly flammable liquid landed on decks setting them alight. Arrows also rained down upon the hapless crews from the archers carried aboard each vessel. Outnumbered, the Romans were losing the skirmish as the ships grappled with each other.

Somehow a Roman vessel had broken through the screen of ships surrounding Musa’s flagship and it bore down upon him. As he watched, he felt certain the ship would ram him, but a large wave deflected the vessel’s prow at the last moment, and it grazed along the side of his ship, the loud crack of snapping oars and screams of those trapped behind them who had not raised them in time ringing out from below the decks of both warships. Grappling hooks sailed over the bulwarks of the enemy vessel to land on his deck and then hook themselves into the flagship. Despite being outnumbered, he couldn’t help but acknowledge that the Romans were very brave. Shouting to his officers and men, a vicious hand-to-hand battle broke out, the Romans fighting with the desperate knowledge that there was no support coming for them. This made them even more dangerous and difficult to fight. Arrows were slicing through the air, and Musa was hit in the shoulder causing him to turn reflexively, almost losing his balance as yet another large wave rocked the ship. He was fortunate however, as the arrow whilst managing to pierce the lamellar armour he was wearing, had been halted by the thick layer of felt he wore below it, and his skin had been saved from injury. Regaining his balance and unsheathing his sword, he leapt down into the fighting taking place below him and started hacking at the nearest opponent, who went down with a terrifying scream as an Arab arrow shot in from nowhere and pierced his face through the cheek. Musa moved forward and cut down a couple of Roman soldiers before his troops managed to stem the tide and swarm over onto the deck of the infidels’ ship. There, their greater numbers soon put paid to the remaining Romans, some of who shed their armour and jumped over the side before they could be cut down by the Arabs. Setting further fires on the other ship, his troops jumped back over to their own vessel and hacked the grappling lines, freeing it. The other ship drifted off in the gloom, fires marking its form as the silhouette of the dromon receded.

Musa’s sailors worked desperately to get his ship moving again, and fresh oarsmen replaced those who had been killed and maimed earlier. Spare oars were struck out, and even the soldiers threw down their weapons and joined the sailors straining at the oars. As the storm intensified, Musa’s main body broke off from the battle and struggled to the coast of Iberia which was not far off now, and which could be seen tantalising him and his crews through the gloom. It was imperative for Musa that he get enough of his ships over there before they were overwhelmed by the raging seas which rose and fell as if Hercules himself were flexing his muscles beneath them.

With the wind now coming solidly from the west, the western Roman fleet was blown into that part of Musa’s fleet that yet remained there and they were thrown violently about on the waves. Tossed high into the air and sucked into the troughs, it wasn’t long before one by one, they were claimed by the depths. Neither remnants of the fleet, save a few souls, would ever see land again as the hungry sea consumed them and their crews who were screaming in abject terror, calling for their mothers, praying to their God, or cursing Him for his rage. To the southeast, Nicholas was already running for the African shore. He would live to fight another day, as would most of his crews.

But what of the Arab commander? He was out in the murk, struggling to make landfall, and with a fair number of his ships already on the bottom, his chances were slim. Hercules had not yet had his fill for the day. Nicholas couldn’t help having the blasphemous thought that it almost felt as if the Pagan gods may be trying to exact some measure of revenge on both sides. However, despite wishing to defeat his enemy, Nicholas felt a pang of sadness for the enemy commander. For all sailors, the sea could be unforgivable and man’s common enemy should it choose to do so, and thus he could understand the fear that must be going through the Arab’s mind. Still, it was up to God now, and Nicholas was determined to bring what was left of his fleet to safety. He was fortunate. Before long he had made landfall and most of the ships of his eastern force escaped the storm, leaving him to lament those of the western force that never returned, although a handful of wretched survivors from both sides clinging to wreckage would be found scattered around the area following the storm. Their shivering forms would be picked up from the brine, yet for a few who had been so terrified as to lose their minds, rescue would offer little comfort or release.

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Elsewhere, far from the area of battle, Roderic was a very happy man. His Roman allies had indeed turned the battle near Toledo against the rebels and bought him the victory he so desperately needed. The cost of the Alliance was proving worth it. He had joined his men in a victory celebration that had seen the wine and women flow extremely freely. Osbert had been drunk enough to forget about the lingering pain of his arrow wound received in their first meeting with the rebels. Things were looking much better than they had been, but of course no one knew about Musa, or even the events in the sea.

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In the Roman camp, Stephen was busy writing a missive to be sent to the Emperor regarding the success of the Alliance in gaining their first victory. He had been particularly pleased that the Romans had not needed to risk too much in the battle, thus keeping casualties to the absolute minimum. They may need them later as they had no idea if the rebels could gain reinforcements. However, it seemed to be looking favourable for the Romans and their allies, and he was more than satisfied the terms he had negotiated with Roderic would secure the Empire’s presence here in Iberia – as things should be, he reminded himself. These lands had been lost for too long, and it was high time some of them were restored to the Romans he felt. He was sure the Emperor would be pleased and very generous to all those in the army here. George was certain to benefit, and Stephen, being one of the Emperor’s old comrades had assured him that as long as the rebels were fought into the sea, he could expect more reward than was normal for a successful general. He would see to it personally

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In another part of Iberia as he dined with Tariq, Tarif, and other senior commanders of the army, Julian considered his position and cursed his luck. Still, he had got things moving again as emissaries had been sent off to the court of Agila II. Perhaps some accommodation could be reached which would see the end of Roderic. After all, he knew that Agila had no love for what Julian regarded as upstart regicidal scum. He had managed to gather some more troops together too, but they were really waiting for Musa’s 18,000 reinforcements. The number concerned Julian somewhat. How to deal with them if they decided not to leave? That was another reason for him to work with Agila. It might well be required they join up together and boot the Arabs and Berbers back across the sea if they did not keep to their part of the bargain. Little could he know of the events happening in the sea. If he had known, he might have felt a little better at Musa’s force being whittled down.

Sitting across from him at the table was Tariq. For his part, Tariq was confident that the arrival of Musa’s forces would turn the tide – even against Romans. He lifted his cup to his lips and took a deep draught. He considered his people at war with them now. It had only been a matter of time before they showed up somewhere to avenge their loss of Septum anyway, he mused. Still, he hadn’t been expecting them to be in Iberia making an alliance with Roderic, and that, he thought was enough of a treacherous casus belli that they deserved the full weight of the Caliph upon their infidel heads for their trouble. Tarif, he noticed was more reticent about it all. He hadn’t been the same since his near escape in the last battle. Tariq decided it was hardly surprising given how near death he had been when he had been surrounded by all those Visigoths and had to fight his way out. Unlike Julian, whose zeal had only been increased by the experience. Tariq still remembered how impressed he had been seeing the admittedly magnificent sight of Julian hacking his way out of the hordes of Visigoths and Romans. Lifting his cup up again, he toasted Julian, “Whatever else has happened my friend, you are truly brave and God smiles upon you. We will have victory yet when our Lord Musa arrives.”.

Julian acknowledged Tariq’s toast by raising his own cup. “You are most generous. Your honour is great indeed, likewise favoured by God.”. He took a great swig as Tariq savoured the comment which he knew was sincerely given, just as his had been. Even Tarif managed a wan smile and rose his cup too, the room resonating to the approval of the other commanders, Visigothic, Berber and Arab. Despite the result of the last battle, they knew they had been lucky. God had been watching out for them they felt, and meant for them to wait for the celebrated and experienced Musa to arrive. Then, they hoped, they would show Roderic and his Roman allies what happened to those who opposed them.

Blissfully unaware of what had befallen Musa, they could not know how much depended upon his fate and not just if he had survived, but if many had survived with him.

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Alright, there you are. A long time coming, but worth the wait one hopes.

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Part XII

The Roman Emperor Who Lost His Nose

A Timeline of Justinian II - The Magnificent Rhinotmetos

Part XII: Kings, Knights, Bishops and Pawns

There's never a shortage of stories from the sea. Such depths are of course full of many fathoms of such tales, some, pardon the pun, being unfathomable.", Drungarokomes Apsimaros, Commander of the Imperial Roman Naval Expedition to North Africa​

710 – Late Summer The regal figure gazed out of the palace window and took another sip from the wine goblet being held in his hand. With the other hand, he once more brought the parchment up towards his face to read it again. King Agila II sighed. His day had become somewhat more complex.

The Visigothic ruler of the north-eastern part of Iberia furrowed his brow as he considered what he should do. The Roman rebel Julian had requested his help in an Alliance to depose of the usurper Roderic. That was something Agila had no problem with. Julian also wished to set in place a plan to make sure the Arabs he was fighting alongside with didn’t take too much advantage of the intended defeat of Roderic. That he could also agree to. However the fact that the Romans had entered the equation on Roderic’s side was a big problem, and was tempering his response – not to mention his enthusiasm for an Alliance. He was all too aware of the Roman Emperor’s miraculous return to his throne a few years before, and being a religious man, Agila was certain God must have indeed had a hand in such an unlikely occurrence. Then there was the rather obvious fact that Justinian II was certainly no slouch as a leader, and had seemingly learnt the lessons of his first period in power by moderating his approach for the better. That boded ill for him if he decided to intervene, as he had heard that Justinian was having rather a lot of success these days in his foreign policy.

Another sip of the wine did little to ease the amount of creases taking place on his forehead, but he knew he had to make some sort of decision. Twisting the missive up in his hands, he knew that for the time being at least he’d have to compromise somewhat. Despite favouring a potential alliance, the risks were great, and he knew it would be to his advantage if Roderic and Julian’s allies fought each other a bit more without his own intervention. That would whittle both their forces down nicely, and thus solve a number of issues for him. The Romans would be weakened, Roderick would be weakened, and the Arabs would be weakened as well. Then, assuming Julian managed to survive, he himself would be in a better position to agree to an alliance and be able to expect very favourable terms for any help he could offer the komes (Count) of Septum.

The next sip of wine felt considerably more refreshing he thought approvingly as he called for a servant to refill his goblet.

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The throne room in the Palace of Bucoleon was a flurry of activity as the sakellarios Theophylactus hurried into the chamber in response to a summons from the Emperor. Making his way to the throne he saw that Justinian was not actually sitting on it and was standing up rapidly firing off a list of instructions to the attendants around him. He was obviously wishing to get things done as soon as possible, and the sakellarios knew why – the fleet drawn up for the assault on North Africa was steadily being assembled in the waters outside the City, and the Emperor wished to waste no time in taking the boat over to his flagship and assuming personal command of the operation, especially as the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful's missive had reached him. As expected it contained some gifts, concessions and sugary words offering those in exchange for Septum, which had most regrettably resulted from generals not properly informing him of matters. Of course, Justinian decided that was not enough. Off to North Africa to land near Carthage, and storm Tunis to take it in exchange then seemed a perfectly understandable course of action, and the Emperor had written his reply in such words, but had instructed the messenger to only leave on his journey to deliver it when he himself departed, and of course there would be no hurry in transporting it to Damascus either.

Spotting him though some courtiers, Justinian noticed his Treasurer's arrival.

“Ah, Theophylactus, my old friend, I have something for you. Please approach.”. The sakellarios imagined that the Emperor's eyes sparkled with a little bit of mischief, and made his way forward a little apprehensively before bowing deeply to the figure in front of the throne. The Emperor gestured to a nearby attendant, and Theophylactus found a document proffered to him, which he gently took. “You may open it, but be quick, as I am eager to leave.”, urged the Emperor as the Treasurer fumbled with the Imperial Seal.

Opening up the high quality parchment, he read the contents with a bemused look that shortly coalesced into one of amazement, and then happiness.

“Emperor, I...I... know not what I should say. Except, are you most sure of this?”, his voice quavered a little.

“Indeed, not only am I sure, I am insistent. You are now Megas Logothetes*. Enjoy your promotion, and work well with Cyrus and the Empress to run affairs here in the time I am absent. You have my utmost trust - and my sincere thanks for all your hard work and loyalty over the years. I only apologise that I was remiss in filling the vacant post for some time now. You richly deserve it, and there is no one better qualified than yourself for such an august position.”. The Emperor gave a very broad smile before coming up to his old friend and laying a hand on his shoulder.

“I am grateful beyond words, and I was never expecting such a thing. Emperor, you have my deep thanks and my greatest respects. I will do my best in this position and honour the great faith and trust you have invested in me!”. Theophylactus hoped his words were being delivered well enough as he was feeling a mixture of euphoria, humility and amazement all at the same time. He need not have worried at all.

Patting his newly promoted aide's shoulder once more, Justinian replied, “Think nothing of it. I know you will carry out your responsibilities as efficiently and as thoroughly as ever. Now, I really must leave. Farewell until we next meet, old friend!”.

And with that he swept past through the chamber and the guards at the main entrance who snapped to attention as he disappeared from sight down the corridor that lay beyond, leaving an almost speechless Theophylactus to start when another hand laid itself upon his shoulder, causing him to turn and see the Ecumenical Patriarch of Constantinople, Cyrus grinning at him.

“As the Emperor most eloquently said, richly deserved indeed. Now you really can get things moving, and that'll be helpful when we have to organise this bustle of people into running the City wisely and effectively whilst our master is gone.”. He paused, then added, “Now, you and I have been invited to dine with the Empress and the young Emperor Tiberius this evening after the fleet has departed. It will not be a very formal occasion, so it should be most relaxing, however matters of state will most likely be touched upon. By the look of you, you could do with some decent wine to address the affect the good news has had upon you.”. Cyrus winked, and then led the still rather dazed Megas Logothetes off, presumably to administer the much needed wine he had spoken of. (*Historical Note: the position of Megas Logothetes (Grand Logothete) was the highest administrative and government title in civilian terms within the Empire as the individual who held it was rather like a Prime Minster with special responsibilities over the Treasury and legal offices as well.)

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The Komes of the Opsikon Theme, and old friend of Justinian, Barisbakourios had arrived in the City for one his visits, yet had barely enough time to speak with Justinian as he made his way through the palace at great speed, before he had gone haring off to the boat which awaited him in his private harbour of Hormisdas located within the place complex itself.

“If there's any trouble, the Khazars will be most useful. Should you need them, send a missive to Bardanes. I am taking 3,000 of them with me in the fleet, however that still leaves a thousand of them in Thessaly.”, the Emperor had called over his shoulder as he had made his way out onto the quay, a harried retinue of attendants, advisers and guards struggling to keep up with his mercurial progress.

The Komes remembered that the other thousand which made up the roving regiment who preferred to keep to their nomadic ways were on the Eastern border with Stratēgos Elias, and he'd heard tales of them being able to appear as if from nowhere during exercises there, before fading away like ghosts vanishing into the ether. He had little doubt their brethren in Thessaly would be effective troops to add to his thematic army should the need arise. Barisbakourios then headed off to find the Empress and any other of his old friends who may be in the place, since after coming all this way, he thought he'd at least try and catch up with someone he knew before they all became swallowed up in the whirlpool of endless activity and mad rushing about that had manifested itself shortly after his arrival.

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On the shores of Southern Iberia, vague shapes could be seen moving through the gloom caused by the receding storm as the afternoon turned into evening. One after another, the shapes formed themselves into the outlines of ships as they struggled painfully to make landfall after their terrible appointment with the Wrath of Hercules. This was the pagan god’s area of the world after all, and he had seen to the ending of a fair few lives today for their presumptuousness in disturbing him. His fellow deity Neptune had taken second fiddle for a change where the sea was concerned today.

Musa bin Nusair felt a massive sense of relief as his ship reached the beach, joining the ones already there, and with others huddling in behind him as they sought the safety of land. “Allah be praised! We have made it!”, he yelled out to his exhausted men who nevertheless managed to raise a ragged cheer to his exclamation. Tired hands began falling off oars and started to put the ship back into order now they had reached safety. Preparations were also put into progress to disembark the surviving troops who had been carried across with the battered fleet. The numbers were not good. Almost half of Musa’s force had been claimed by the angry pagan god’s tempest. After the numbers had been counted, the figure of men reached 10,297 troops who had survived the crossing. By the Prophet, lamented Musa, I only pray it is enough to seal the victory here in this land of Al Andalus. He of course had his sailors as well, but they were nowhere nearly well equipped enough to act as proper army men, and lacked the experience of fighting on the land anyway. Besides, Musa knew they’d be needed to return and try to gather and ferry more reinforcements across now that he had lost almost 8,000 of his troops. It would be a while before more of the Caliph’s armies could gather across the strait though, and even then there was the possibility of the Roman fleet that had engaged him lurking in the area engaging them once more assuming any of them had survived as he had done so. Musa knew he had to factor in that at least half of their ships may well also have survived, just to be on the safe side. After all, half his force had made it.

Watching his troops wearily disembark, the Arab Governor of North Africa hoped that there were no more surprises waiting for him, as his gaze shifted uneasily to the cliffs beyond the beach. Musa decided that he had to make a fortified camp as soon as possible. He knew his men would not thank him for pushing their fatigued bodies to their limit, but he also knew they understood just how lucky they were to make landfall at all, and that setting up a decently defended encampment was the sensible thing to do before any more trouble happened to befall them from the land this time.

Turning to his lieutenants, he wearily grunted out his commands.

“We shall find a suitable location for a camp, and set up our defences as soon as possible. Send scouts out as soon as is practical. I have no desire to remain vulnerable from any Infidel army that may turn up and wrest away our blessed deliverance from the tomb of the sea. The Prophet Muhammed, peace be upon him, is with us, but he also helps those who see fit to be prudent. Go now, and motivate our men in their work disembarking, and may we be ready for any manner of events that may come to us.”.

With that, Musa turned around and headed for his cabin to retrieve his maps of the area. He had a nasty feeling some would need filling in as they went.

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The Sea of Marmara was full of ships. Myakes was quite sure he had never seen so many in his life, not even when the Arabs had laid siege to the Queen of Cities all those years ago when he had stood on the battlements as a youthful imperial soldier hoisting aloft on his shoulders for a better view the very young boy who was now Emperor and on whose flagship he now rode upon. He fervently hoped that Justinian II would have as much success against the Arabs as his father, Constantine IV, had been virtuous enough to receive.

Patting his stomach, he turned his attention back to the deck of the large dromon. The sailors were in place, and the ship was now positioned in the middle of the fleet.

“I see from your demeanour that the food is not without pleasure on board this vessel?”. Myakes turned around further until he saw the Emperor behind him with a knowing smile upon his face.

“For once Emperor, those reprobates in the galley have indeed managed to serve up something which has made me forget any queasiness that may assault me upon this tub.”. He winked as he delivered his reply in the entirely characteristic way that Justinian couldn’t help but like.

Justinian of course smiled deeper. “You refer of course to some of those very same ‘reprobates’ we have brought over from the palace kitchen, and who please your belly every day with their wondrous creativity. Now then Myakes, I cannot have you going to sea on an empty and dissatisfied stomach after all. Where would I be if my head of the Excubitores was grumbling about being deprived of a good meal all the way across the water?”.

“Probably with very tired and sore ears Emperor.” Myakes guffawed in response as Justinian also laughed along with him.

With his smile morphing into a broad grin the Emperor of the Romans could not help another jape of his own as he moved closer and replied, “Precisely, and I fear your disgruntled mutterings more than the Empress in that regard!”.

The master and servant stood on the deck happily sharing their humour as the good and stalwart friends they also were should. Then, their fun over, they turned their attention to more serious matters as they surveyed the vast fleet before them.

“As you know Myakes, large as this assembled host is, it is not even our full fleet here. With the short notice of affairs thus given to us, we have been presented with little time to assemble what ought to be arranged for our sortie. However, our reliable Megas Logothetes Theophylactus has been put in charge of arranging such reinforcements as may be necessary to follow us, and also to defend our shores as best he can from any trickery and surprises the Followers of the False Prophet may have in store for our expedition.”. Justinian paused as he thought of the other forces being pulled together from the regions nearby. If all assembled in one place, they would be unstoppable, but of course, such a thing was not practical, as apart from being too huge to command in one action, some had to remain behind to provide a naval defence against Arab incursions and provide backup in case any of the others encountered trouble elsewhere across the Empire. He hoped they had enough to cover it all, but at the back of his mind he knew they could not cover ever possible route the Caliph had in mind. That was just the nature of war after all.

For his part, Myakes nodded. He wasn’t an expert sailor, but even he knew that a naval force could become so large that it could become a liability in battle due to the complexities of commanding and coordinating it all. Same as on land, he thought matter-of-factly. “Aye, maybe for the best Emperor that our fleet is not too large. Besides, we have that old salt Apsimaros* with us. I’ll wager he has the experience to make up any shortcomings in numbers we perhaps have.”.

The Emperor also nodded as he looked down onto the deck where Apsimaros and Heraclius were standing, discussing fleet dispositions and going over the numbers of troops embarked. “You speak the truth as always Myakes. With those two fellows down there eager to prove their worth and with their undoubted talents, we are in a good position to garner great success on this mission. However,”, and here Justinian paused, “we must not let overconfidence blind us to any event we may encounter, and both are well aware of that as our conversation with them earlier illustrated.”. He recalled the council of war he had held not long before where Myakes had also been present. Apsimarus had been the calm voice of seaborne experience, and had reigned in some of the other overly-enthusiastic naval commanders and kentarchoi (ship captains) of the vessels assembled there. It was a wise thing to make sure of. There were always those who were a little too eager to aim for glory and it could undo them if one was not careful. And that reminded him of the latest miscreants which Leo his Prōtospatharios had unearthed who had been plotting against him. Not many this time it was true as more were saying and doing less, or being more discreet in their plotting but they had had their assets confiscated and demoted in stature, yet nothing harsher than that. He was still being merciful after all. Leo would remain behind in his usual post of masterminding the Empire’s intelligence network, and it would also be up to him to root out any movements or clandestine activity upon the part of the Deniers of Christ on the borders of his realm whilst he was away. A job Leo was very capable of doing. Putting that thought aside, he returned his attention to the matter at hand.

“And now Myakes, I need to address the fleet before we depart.”, Justinian turned to a military adjutant hanging about nearby. “You there, please be good enough to ask Stratēgos tōn karabōn* Apsimaros and Domesticus* Heraclius to attend my presence with haste.”.

Bowing and turning around, the officer headed for the area of deck where the brothers were still deep in discussion, now holding and jabbing at a map of the area they were heading for between them. (*Historical Note: this title is equivalent to an Admiral of the Fleet, or Fleet Admiral, yet whilst very high, is not the highest rank in Byzantine naval nomenclature and was the title held of the largest collection of vessels as a permanent naval force which was known as Karabisianoi. A large portion of this force was manned by the fierce Mardiates Justinian had resettled into the Mediterranean coasts of Asia Minor. Don't forget that Apsimaros has been previously referred to as Tiberius, as that was how he was known when he was formerly Basileus. As for Heraclius, this title is equivalent to Field Marshal as one of the highest army posts, although there are others above it.)

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Far away across the distance that separated Constantinople from the centre of power in the Umayyad Caliphate located at Damascus, Caliph and Commander of the Faithful Al-Walid I Ibn Abd al-Mali worked busily at his desk. He had already implemented several wide ranging reforms in the army and navy which had improved the forces and organisational structure of his state, yet he was ever busy with new projects, and it was a foolish man who mistook his love for culture and knowledge as that of a weak willed bureaucrat. He was also an effective military man, and heir to a martial tradition that now saw the Umayyad state at the height of its territory and power. A height and power which was still growing, as he read the reports from the east where expansion was ongoing.

His armies had been very successful there and both his generals in the region had brought glory to his empire. Qutaibah bin Muslim had conquered Bukhara very recently, and had now embarked upon the conquest of Sughd in Central Asia. Likewise, Muhammad bin Qasim Al-Thaqafi had recently set off on another campaign to take Sindh in northern India, and early indications seemed to show that he was meeting with more success than the previous two expeditions into the area. However, even as he savoured the good news from them, Al-Walid was considering the situation developing in the west. Rubbing his chin, he made the decision to be cautious and send both his generals a missive warning them to be ready to send some of their troops west in case of any trouble that developed with the Romans and their crafty Lord of the Infidels. It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared just in case, despite the message he had sent offering a large degree of gold, horses, a small parcel of territory of not much value if he was honest, and gifts to Justinian in return for the loss of Septum. He rather suspected that would be turned down, but hopefully it would serve at least to purchase a degree of time for his arrangements.

Summoning a messenger, the missives were soon prepared and started the long journey out to their recipients. Al-Walid then turned his attention to sending other messages to his commanders bordering the Empire of the Romans, cautioning them to be ready to mobilise in reaction to any events. The Caliph, satisfied that his military dispositions were well taken care of for the time being then decided to attend to domestic matters. He had already set up a widespread welfare system within his domains, and he planned to extend it further. More hospitals and schools would be built, as well as institutions to further fuel the development and appreciation of culture and the arts. He knew he was fortunate to have the great income to do these things, and whilst of course desiring a strong military, he also wanted his subjects to benefit from the vast wealth of the Caliphate. Under his watch, he intended all areas of the state to be strong and effective.

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Even as the leader of the Umayyads carried out grand plans for his state, Julian was plotting more of his own. It had not escaped his notice that under the wicked rule of Wittiza, many different groups had been affected by his policies. He was even now talking to some churchmen who had come over to his cause, as they felt Roderic wasn’t doing enough to redress their grievances. The fact that Roderic was busy trying to repel an Arab invasion and didn’t have that much time to spare for every grievance didn’t register highly on their list of priorities, as the Church came first as far as they were concerned. They were sure God wouldn’t allow the Deniers of Christ to have much effect on their flocks anyway, and of course Julian was a good Christian who was the best chance of getting rid of the usurper. He had told them as much himself, and they seemed inclined to believe him and for his part it would at least mean some of their parishioners would flock to his side. Besides, due to their treachery in coming to see the leader of those fighting against Roderic, the usurper was sure not to give them the warmest of welcomes unless it involved some red hot and very nasty looking implements. And the priests, who had included some bishops were not alone in their grievances, as Julian happily reminded himself when he thought of the delegation of Jewish leaders who had turned up earlier to his recently reclaimed castle at Algezire. The Jewish population had suffered intensely under Wittiza’s depraved rule, and whilst Roderic had not saw fit to treat them in such a dreadful way, he also had little available time to redress many of their grievances as well. So when Julian had just happened to offer them his ear, they had been only too pleased to turn up. Their subsequent pledge of support in terms of more men turning up with weapons was a welcome one that Julian wasn’t about to refuse.

The ever scheming Visigoth komes was certainly not going to let one defeat in battle stop his plans from going forward, and his quest for allies would serve a number of purposes. Get rid of that vile impostor Roderic, please his allies with more men and support, and also perhaps keep his allies in check later should they become a problem. Julian not only thought he had to be a master of diplomacy and the niceties that came with it, but he was very much the master of the darker art of plotting. And he certainly was unshakeable in his belief he was most skilled at that too, which was most fortunate given Musa’s imminently expected arrival. Rubbing his hands in satisfaction, and with the latest meeting closing on a fruitful note, he left to inform Tariq ibn Ziyad of the increase in men he expected to have joining their alliance. Julian was sure that at least would not only cheer him up, but his aide Tarif ib Mulluk as well, who from the look of him could do with some more good news after the meat grinder he had suffered from at Toledo.

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To the north, Roderic still savoured his triumph greatly along with Sisbert and Osbert and thanked God for the Romans. To add to his good mood, Pelayo had arrived with his contingent of men numbering over 3000 troops. They were reasonably well equipped as well, and there was the promise of more reinforcements from the region of Asturias where Pelayo hailed from. Roderic had not suffered that many losses all things considered in the previous battle, but it was still wise to reinforce further. It was also fortunate his Roman allies had not suffered many casualties either. With their combined forces, he should be able to move south and hopefully deal another blow to the rebels and the heathen Arabs.

The Roman general George and the Prōtospatharios Stephen also continued to celebrate their triumph, but with caution. They were wondering about Agila in the north-east, and were concerned about just who was leading the Visigothic rebels. They had observed a figure heroically rallying the centre of the rebel Visigothic contingent and he had been most impressive in his tenacity. Someone with that sort of battlefield presence had to be watched out for, especially since he was unlikely to fall for the same ruse of a feint the next time.

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Across the water separating Iberia from the shores of Africa, a bay had rapidly filled with Roman warships. Tourmarchēs Nicholas had, like Musa, made landfall, and had the good fortune of doing so in a sheltered part of the coastline as well. The storm was still raging itself out at sea, but the fierceness of it had reduced quite significantly, and the Roman admiral’s decision to prematurely break off the action with the Miscalled Commander of the Faithful’s fleet had been a very wise one, as he had saved the main bulk of his own force from certain destruction. Sitting at his desk in his cabin, an officer came in and presented him with a report. The news wasn’t the best, but it could have been far worse mused Nicholas as he perused the figures given to him. Just over one quarter of the fleet lost, including a third of his precious siphonophoroi fire ships. The admiral winced not just at their loss, but the good sailors the sea had claimed as well. He fully intended to send out some ships to check the area for any survivors once the storm had cleared up, but truth be told, he didn’t expect to find many, and wouldn’t be surprised if there were none at all to be rescued from the clutches of the dark brine. Kýrie eléison*, accept them into your care, he prayed to himself as he gave orders to the officer to carry out any repairs that needed to be done, before conducting those seemingly forlorn search and rescue operations, and then resuming his mission to sweep the area for enemy vessels and joining up with Strategos Alexander’s reconquest fleet which would doubtless be on its way soon to retake Septum. That was an appointment not even Hercules could be allowed to stop him from trying to make, and as soon as the weather cleared, he intended to send a fast warship off to meet up with his superior officer as previously arranged. (*Historical Note: this phrase is from the original Greek and literally means “O Lord, have mercy”, and is an important and very much repeated part of the liturgy originating from the Jesus Prayer which is rendered thusly: Κύριε Ιησού Χριστέ, Υιέ του Θεού, ελέησόν με τον αμαρτωλόν. “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.”. As an exclamation and as an invocation, it was used -and still is amongst the Orthodox faithful- very much in everyday speech by the Byzantines of all classes and levels in an analogue to such phrases in the present day west when people exclaim “Lord help them!” or “God have mercy!” in everyday usage. However, for the Eastern Romans, it was said with more reverence and possessed much more of a mystical value than most of today’s western utterances which are somewhat more casual in nature and even said by those who aren’t even very religious at all.)

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From the Balearics, Alexander set sail with his invasion fleet with their target being Septum. He expected Nicholas to send a dromon to meet up with him soon in order to update his superior on the progress his fleet had been making. With the ships at his command, and the men embarked, he reckoned he stood a decent chance of laying siege to the outpost, and with some luck be able to retake it without too much trouble, and if some loyal Roman was kind enough to open the gates from the inside, that would help too.

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In Septum, Theophilos stamped around his quarters as he wondered just how to escape his house arrest, and wondered if his message had reached the Emperor. He was sure he could help stir up an uprising in the city if only he could get out. That damn guard sitting in the courtyard below his window was making it very difficult to talk with Philippicus. As he paced about and cast a venomous glance towards the direction of that particular window, he knew he had to come up with some way of causing a distraction. He was also starting to wonder what sort of things were going on in Constantinople.

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“…and never let it be forgotten that we are retaking what is rightfully ours. Be of good heart, and do not falter, for with God’s divine benefaction, we will wrest control of our lost city from the Deniers of Christ and give their Miscalled Commander of the Faithful a most grave and humiliating injury in terms of pride in doing so! Stand firm, for we are Romans, and none may stall our progress or stand against our might! We will come from the sea, and they will be pushed back into it as they richly deserve to be! It has been said that in the past they did not like water so much, so let us be magnanimous enough to remind them of that, lest they have forgotten and see so how well, or rather, how badly they drown! And if they love the sands so much, then let us grind their bones into them most deeply! We leave soon, and we will make them regret the day they emerged from their hellish desert! For the Empire and in God’s name, tu vincas Romaioi!*”.

Justinian stood atop the special platform which had been built upon the rear deck of his flagship as his speech ended, and had the desired effect of firing up the spirits of his men across the fleet. From the intensity of the wild cheering that had met his oratory, it had done its work very well indeed. The impressively gilded armour and accoutrements he wore as well no doubt helped raise their voices further, for was there not standing before them an Emperor who had performed the impossible and regained his throne against all the odds? Truly favoured by God, their belief in their ruler would carry them far, of that there was no doubt. And such fervour could perhaps carry them beyond what was needed, such that their enemies may not merely be defeated, but their heretic bodies utterly crushed into the sands of the land the Roman fleet was about to head for.

The Emperor looked across the fleet as men cheered and waved their hands in the air, many were punching their fists in the air in a gesture of defiance against the Followers of the False Prophet, and many of them yelling, "Tu vincas Justinian!". With over 33,000 men embarked including 3,000 Khazar horse archers, and elements of the proto Tagmata* such as the Excubitores* and the Scholae* also present which Justinian had energetically reformed, it was a reassuring and impressive sight to behold, and the Emperor was sure if such fervour could be converted onto results on the battlefield, then victory would be most likely. Still, they weren’t there yet, and another speech to fire them all up would doubtless be needed once they arrived at their objective. As it was, there was certainly no harm in stirring up his men’s enthusiasm and belief before they left.

Justinian’s gaze swept down from the platform to the deck of his own ship where the crew were likewise crowded onto the available space present cheering their acclamations, and where Myakes and his senior commanders including Apsimaros and Heraclius stood. They all looked caught up in the moment, even the gruff Myakes couldn’t resist a huge grin of satisfaction. With men such as these, I shall put paid to Leontius’ lamentable failures and I will restore these Roman lands to the Empire, he determined as he stepped down from the platform and gave the order for the fleet to weigh anchor and leave for North Africa.

“Damn good speech Emperor. Even got me all fired up too. Now, all we need is some wine. Nothing like a good drink to add to the atmosphere, eh?”, quipped Myakes as Justinian joined the group of senior commanders.

“Indeed, that sounds most conducive to me.”, echoed Heraclius.

Apsimaros nodded his approval, but interjected to say that he would partake of some a little later once he had safely navigated the fleet out of the area. "And no doubt at that point I will share some stories of the sea from my past as well. There's many an intriguing tale from that endless library of brine.", he said as he made off to his tasks.

“Then wine we shall have. After Heraclius has taken us to sea that is. And great tales of the sea as well! It is only fair we drink together at the very least, as we would do well to avoid him grumbling about it later!”, exclaimed the Emperor as he shot a knowing look at Myakes, who just rolled his eyes in response as the others chuckled. (*Historical Notes: “Tu vincas Romaioi!” literally means “Be victorious Romans!”. At this time of the Empire, some Latin phrases were still in use and mixed in with Greek words or phrases. “Romaioi” of course means “Romans” in Greek. The Tagmata was the permanent professional standing army of the Empire, and they were not the same as the thematic troops who did not serve all the time, and were called up only when needed. The Excubitores (elite Imperial Guard heavy cavalry) and the Scholae (elite Imperial cavalry) formed part of the Tagmata.)

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In the palace, the Empress Theodora gazed out across the Sea of Marmara as the great fleet set sail. She would miss her husband whilst he was gone, but she would keep herself busy with many matters of state as well as overseeing her son’s military training in various arts of war, both Roman and Khazar. Beside her stood Cyrus the Patriarch and Theophylactus the newly created Megas Logothetes, who looked somewhat calmer having imbibed some wine thoughtfully provided by the head churchman of the Empire. With them stood Leo the Prōtospatharios. It was up to all of them to keep the Empire safe and secure whilst the Emperor was away. With strategos Elias reporting the chain of forts and dispositions of men was complete in the east, and with strategos Bardanes reporting all was quiet with the Slavs in Thessaly, then those two areas at least appeared to be well prepared for any trouble which might appear. Word from John Rizocopo, the Exarch in Ravenna, showed that most things were reasonably well there too, the trouble caused by the former Archbishop of Ravenna Felix having mostly subsided, his replacement Paul setting into his position after just a little trouble and fortune seemed to be on their side with even the factions within the Lombards under King Aripert II on the borders of the Exarchate quiet.

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From his small fishing boat, Moropaulos watched the fleet depart, lines of ships passing him by and the wash from their wakes rocking him about. As the flagship sailed past, the Emperor noticed his old companion-in-arms below the rails, and gave him a courteous nod and a smile. The fisherman waved enthusiastically back, and prayed for God to deliver a decisive victory to his old friend and master.

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The chess board was set with the pieces being moved into position across its vast surface. The middle sea was about to become a very busy place indeed.

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I do hope it was worth the wait and you all enjoyed that. Of course, it goes without saying that comments from your good and kind selves would be most gratefully and humbly received.


Sargon