[Authors note: This is my first "Civ" story. I have already drafted several other chapters and have probably rewritten this first one several times. But I figured if I didn't start this thread now, I would constantly be rewriting this to fit the continuity of the succeeding chapters. It seemed important to commit this chapter now so I can move forward and so here it is. But, if in the end, dear reader, I fall on my face, here's hoping you will be forgiving.
I know what the ending is but I don't know how long it will take to get there and I haven't yet figured out how to get from this chapter to the last. But there is sure to be kidnappings, murder most foul, betrayals and I'll explore some of the themes introduced here and, I think, are at the heart of "Civ."
Chapter 2 will be interesting in providing background history and probably can stand alone as a story. It will also introduce some comic relief with the Aztecs and Japanese. I am trying to figure out how to weave a retelling of the Christ story (as set in Zululand) into this as well but so far it just isn't clicking. We will also see how the cast of characters from "I, Claudius" fit into this world (yes, even Caligula & Livia).
Nicephorus, our obvious villian, was actually Nicephorus II. His henchman (and historical succesor), whom I will introduce later, and his wife, the beautiful Theodora, eventually murdered Nicephorus in the retirement palace he built.]
THE DRAGONFLY CONSPIRACY
Chapter 1
==== The Cathedral In the East ===
From his palace window, Nicephorus Fokkis stared down at the ant-like trainees in their silk embroidered robes. So young, so idealistic, so many of them, rushing in to the huge cathedral for their morning prayers. Soon, they would be sent out into the rough hinterlands to convert the heathen Chinese and, no doubt, some would not return. Not too long ago, Roma-Byzantium did not give the Chinese resistors much choice in the matter and legions that once fought so valiantly in the Han War were ordered to burn the temples in the outlying villages of Byzantium and force the conversions by sword. These days, Fokkis supposed, there is room for mercy – now we entice the heathen by the power of the Word, the beauty of our churches and, of course, the gold in our pockets. Fokkis found the young cleric’s idealism amusing – how many times had he seen these priests and bishops trade their romanticism for ambition and greed. And, oh, the reasons they cited to justify their self-betrayal. So, when these young clerics returned, if they returned, Fokkis and the Empire would be there to collect on their souls as well. Oh, what promising futures await these novices in the great and beneficial Roma- Byzantium Empire!
Had one of the celebrants looked up at the window at that moment, they might have seen Emperor Nicephorus’s sneering countenance and so he backed away and turned his gaze to the ever-expanding Constantinople skyline. As far as the eye could see were the buildings, churches and homes of the great Eastern city. It was 964 in the year of our Lord. The city of Constantinople had become the major power center of the Eastern Roman Empire, and, if Fokkis had his way, the entire world.
That huge cathedral, the famous Hagia Sofia, where the seminarians now scurried about, was once the object of derision by the arrogant Western Romans. The effete patricians who lounged about the palace could not understand why so many resources were being spent on a mere cathedral. Their tune soon changed somewhat as the initial reports filtered into Rome. One general, Flavius Aetius, who had toured the worksite and seen the plans went back to report to the disbelieving Roman emperor. Caesar’s immediate response, of course, was to dash off a message citing his concern that the architecture did not reflect the Roman ideals and beauty. Despite Aetius’s report, many of the Roman class scoffed that anything could be as striking as the great cathedrals of the West. But even today, almost 500 years after the Hagia Sofia was finished, Nicephorus enjoyed seeing the jaws drop when the well-to-do Romans first approached Constantinople in their finely appointed horse-drawn carriages. He had even built a small hotel in the outskirts of the city so if they had arrived at night their first view in the morning would be the grand place of worship framed by the rising sun. If only he could read their envious thoughts as the sun burst over the tranquil misty landscape and the mammoth pagoda emerged reaching to the clouds. As they came closer and closer, other details became more pronounced- its sweeping protective domes, illogical (by Rome standards) arches and the mysterious, beckoning dark stained windows.
Fokkis left the royal apartment through a back stair and climbed down the stairs to the ground floor. At the foot of the stairs, he glanced about and slipped into a cul de sac, lifted a stone and went through his secret entrance to cathedral. The Chinese slaves cleaning the mosaics were, as usual, taken aback when they saw Fokkis enter the church for he seemingly would come out of nowhere. The fear that shone in their eyes never failed to amuse him.
He strode through the center of the church, ignoring the priests and bishops, some of whom were prone in prayer and aimed himself towards the main entrance. Looking up, he saw the pleasing covered dome and arches that supported the huge pagoda. The pagoda centerpiece was much criticized in its inception as an unnecessary appeasement to the Chinese. Many thought Roman cathedrals should only sport Roman architecture with its symmetric triangles and rectangles. As if the illiterate unbelievers even knew what a golden rectangle was. The Byzantines found that the Chinese believed in symmetry but eschewed the simplicity of Rome. The early Eastern emperors identified with the Chinese architecture and built the Hagia Sofia not just to tweak Rome but because they found beauty in complexity. Constantine, the first Eastern emperor, also knew that the pagoda was an important icon to the indigenous people and would serve as a beacon to those misguided souls searching for meaning in their new station in life as vassals to the Empire. And sure enough, the many Chinese that came to gape and gawp soon became believers in the One True God. The Byzantine rulers knew full well that some of these Chinese were slipping back across the borders and preaching Christianity and speaking of the wonders of Byzantine culture to the much-abused peasantry of the Han and Sung Dynasty towns. Even more amusing were the tales our spies told us of the new Chinese emperor trying to reproduce this cathedral in his capital of Hong Kong and by all accounts, failing miserably. But it was the imbedded gold, silver and gems that embroidered the mosaics that truly scandalized the Roman prisses. What waste, they would declare. Why was this treasure not in the hands of Rome, they would haughtily ask! One Byzantine wag from the Third Century ventured in jest, that while we should render unto Caesar what is his, we should keep in Byzantine what is ours.
The Hagia Sofia made one architectural concession to Rome and those were the four tall columns that bore statues of such Roman heroes as Augustus Caesar, Trajan the Han War hero, St. Justinian II, and, of course, Constantine. While the visages of Augustus and Trajan looked towards Rome, St. Constantine’s statue faced the Hagia Sofia with one hand gesturing palm-up towards the place of worship and the other hand almost pointing with its finger towards the site of the Eastern palace, which at the time the statue was revealed had only just been staked out. Now the great palace had arisen and the engineers and architects said it would finally be finished in 50 years. And indeed, the palace was as much the locus of activity as the grand cathedral next to it. Constantine seemed to be saying: let the glory of God into your hearts but always remember where the power resides.
Pausing outside the church, Fokkis never failed to glance at the statue of Emperor Justinian II astride his Chinese horse in full military garb. He held a globe in his left hand and pointed east with his other. Yes, the future was here in the East, thought Nicephorus. The Chinese lands were rich with resources and farming land compared to the so-called frontiers of Western Rome – and there was still so much to acquire. In recent years, Fokkis had led the Armies into one glorious battle after another, rarely losing. The Chinese called him the White Scourge for the many Generals and Commanders he had skewered on a Roman pilium and left to rot along the roads.
Oh, the high and mighty Romans could continue to explore the Indo and Malay islands and fight the barbarians of the newly discovered Aborigine, but it was here in Byzantium that we would make the Roman Empire a true world power. And the results so far were telling. The heretofore-incurious Babylonians in Europe had ceased their insistence for tributes now instead begged for safe passage of their tourists into Constantinople and Rome. The normally belligerent Cassocks in southern Africa now offered favorable conditions for our trade negotiations. Even in the newly discovered continent across the vast Pacific, our friends the French, had merrily relayed the distress and jealousy the Persians and arrogant Americans expressed about the Roma-Byzantium Empire. All throughout the continent, the minor powers in Thebes, Athens and even the Six Nations of the Iroquois clamored for the surplus goods that came from the Eastern Empire. We had arrived and it was thanks to these conquered Chinese lands. And now the fools in Rome wanted to hold our inevitable advance back again even as our Armies enjoyed such supreme advantage over the Chinese heathen.
No, it would not happen again. The dissolute Romans owed Byzantium and the time was coming to collect. Nicephorus Fokkis would finish the task that Constantine the Great failed to do and the Roman people would once again be united under a single Emperor and that emperor, by God as my witness, would rule from Constantinople.
Fokkis paused under the statue of Trajan and looked West.
Soon, Caesar. Soon.
I know what the ending is but I don't know how long it will take to get there and I haven't yet figured out how to get from this chapter to the last. But there is sure to be kidnappings, murder most foul, betrayals and I'll explore some of the themes introduced here and, I think, are at the heart of "Civ."
Chapter 2 will be interesting in providing background history and probably can stand alone as a story. It will also introduce some comic relief with the Aztecs and Japanese. I am trying to figure out how to weave a retelling of the Christ story (as set in Zululand) into this as well but so far it just isn't clicking. We will also see how the cast of characters from "I, Claudius" fit into this world (yes, even Caligula & Livia).
Nicephorus, our obvious villian, was actually Nicephorus II. His henchman (and historical succesor), whom I will introduce later, and his wife, the beautiful Theodora, eventually murdered Nicephorus in the retirement palace he built.]
THE DRAGONFLY CONSPIRACY
Chapter 1
==== The Cathedral In the East ===
From his palace window, Nicephorus Fokkis stared down at the ant-like trainees in their silk embroidered robes. So young, so idealistic, so many of them, rushing in to the huge cathedral for their morning prayers. Soon, they would be sent out into the rough hinterlands to convert the heathen Chinese and, no doubt, some would not return. Not too long ago, Roma-Byzantium did not give the Chinese resistors much choice in the matter and legions that once fought so valiantly in the Han War were ordered to burn the temples in the outlying villages of Byzantium and force the conversions by sword. These days, Fokkis supposed, there is room for mercy – now we entice the heathen by the power of the Word, the beauty of our churches and, of course, the gold in our pockets. Fokkis found the young cleric’s idealism amusing – how many times had he seen these priests and bishops trade their romanticism for ambition and greed. And, oh, the reasons they cited to justify their self-betrayal. So, when these young clerics returned, if they returned, Fokkis and the Empire would be there to collect on their souls as well. Oh, what promising futures await these novices in the great and beneficial Roma- Byzantium Empire!
Had one of the celebrants looked up at the window at that moment, they might have seen Emperor Nicephorus’s sneering countenance and so he backed away and turned his gaze to the ever-expanding Constantinople skyline. As far as the eye could see were the buildings, churches and homes of the great Eastern city. It was 964 in the year of our Lord. The city of Constantinople had become the major power center of the Eastern Roman Empire, and, if Fokkis had his way, the entire world.
That huge cathedral, the famous Hagia Sofia, where the seminarians now scurried about, was once the object of derision by the arrogant Western Romans. The effete patricians who lounged about the palace could not understand why so many resources were being spent on a mere cathedral. Their tune soon changed somewhat as the initial reports filtered into Rome. One general, Flavius Aetius, who had toured the worksite and seen the plans went back to report to the disbelieving Roman emperor. Caesar’s immediate response, of course, was to dash off a message citing his concern that the architecture did not reflect the Roman ideals and beauty. Despite Aetius’s report, many of the Roman class scoffed that anything could be as striking as the great cathedrals of the West. But even today, almost 500 years after the Hagia Sofia was finished, Nicephorus enjoyed seeing the jaws drop when the well-to-do Romans first approached Constantinople in their finely appointed horse-drawn carriages. He had even built a small hotel in the outskirts of the city so if they had arrived at night their first view in the morning would be the grand place of worship framed by the rising sun. If only he could read their envious thoughts as the sun burst over the tranquil misty landscape and the mammoth pagoda emerged reaching to the clouds. As they came closer and closer, other details became more pronounced- its sweeping protective domes, illogical (by Rome standards) arches and the mysterious, beckoning dark stained windows.
Fokkis left the royal apartment through a back stair and climbed down the stairs to the ground floor. At the foot of the stairs, he glanced about and slipped into a cul de sac, lifted a stone and went through his secret entrance to cathedral. The Chinese slaves cleaning the mosaics were, as usual, taken aback when they saw Fokkis enter the church for he seemingly would come out of nowhere. The fear that shone in their eyes never failed to amuse him.
He strode through the center of the church, ignoring the priests and bishops, some of whom were prone in prayer and aimed himself towards the main entrance. Looking up, he saw the pleasing covered dome and arches that supported the huge pagoda. The pagoda centerpiece was much criticized in its inception as an unnecessary appeasement to the Chinese. Many thought Roman cathedrals should only sport Roman architecture with its symmetric triangles and rectangles. As if the illiterate unbelievers even knew what a golden rectangle was. The Byzantines found that the Chinese believed in symmetry but eschewed the simplicity of Rome. The early Eastern emperors identified with the Chinese architecture and built the Hagia Sofia not just to tweak Rome but because they found beauty in complexity. Constantine, the first Eastern emperor, also knew that the pagoda was an important icon to the indigenous people and would serve as a beacon to those misguided souls searching for meaning in their new station in life as vassals to the Empire. And sure enough, the many Chinese that came to gape and gawp soon became believers in the One True God. The Byzantine rulers knew full well that some of these Chinese were slipping back across the borders and preaching Christianity and speaking of the wonders of Byzantine culture to the much-abused peasantry of the Han and Sung Dynasty towns. Even more amusing were the tales our spies told us of the new Chinese emperor trying to reproduce this cathedral in his capital of Hong Kong and by all accounts, failing miserably. But it was the imbedded gold, silver and gems that embroidered the mosaics that truly scandalized the Roman prisses. What waste, they would declare. Why was this treasure not in the hands of Rome, they would haughtily ask! One Byzantine wag from the Third Century ventured in jest, that while we should render unto Caesar what is his, we should keep in Byzantine what is ours.
The Hagia Sofia made one architectural concession to Rome and those were the four tall columns that bore statues of such Roman heroes as Augustus Caesar, Trajan the Han War hero, St. Justinian II, and, of course, Constantine. While the visages of Augustus and Trajan looked towards Rome, St. Constantine’s statue faced the Hagia Sofia with one hand gesturing palm-up towards the place of worship and the other hand almost pointing with its finger towards the site of the Eastern palace, which at the time the statue was revealed had only just been staked out. Now the great palace had arisen and the engineers and architects said it would finally be finished in 50 years. And indeed, the palace was as much the locus of activity as the grand cathedral next to it. Constantine seemed to be saying: let the glory of God into your hearts but always remember where the power resides.
Pausing outside the church, Fokkis never failed to glance at the statue of Emperor Justinian II astride his Chinese horse in full military garb. He held a globe in his left hand and pointed east with his other. Yes, the future was here in the East, thought Nicephorus. The Chinese lands were rich with resources and farming land compared to the so-called frontiers of Western Rome – and there was still so much to acquire. In recent years, Fokkis had led the Armies into one glorious battle after another, rarely losing. The Chinese called him the White Scourge for the many Generals and Commanders he had skewered on a Roman pilium and left to rot along the roads.
Oh, the high and mighty Romans could continue to explore the Indo and Malay islands and fight the barbarians of the newly discovered Aborigine, but it was here in Byzantium that we would make the Roman Empire a true world power. And the results so far were telling. The heretofore-incurious Babylonians in Europe had ceased their insistence for tributes now instead begged for safe passage of their tourists into Constantinople and Rome. The normally belligerent Cassocks in southern Africa now offered favorable conditions for our trade negotiations. Even in the newly discovered continent across the vast Pacific, our friends the French, had merrily relayed the distress and jealousy the Persians and arrogant Americans expressed about the Roma-Byzantium Empire. All throughout the continent, the minor powers in Thebes, Athens and even the Six Nations of the Iroquois clamored for the surplus goods that came from the Eastern Empire. We had arrived and it was thanks to these conquered Chinese lands. And now the fools in Rome wanted to hold our inevitable advance back again even as our Armies enjoyed such supreme advantage over the Chinese heathen.
No, it would not happen again. The dissolute Romans owed Byzantium and the time was coming to collect. Nicephorus Fokkis would finish the task that Constantine the Great failed to do and the Roman people would once again be united under a single Emperor and that emperor, by God as my witness, would rule from Constantinople.
Fokkis paused under the statue of Trajan and looked West.
Soon, Caesar. Soon.
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