So read the first few paragraphs of the Princes Journal. The duke held it in his hand as he pondered the way that history would repeat itself. For now Noverre was in a state of Armed peace.
The forceful negotiations of the envoys from both Monrovia and Wittemberg had calmed the situation.
Certainly Noverre and Els would continue with their disputes, he was certain that Raids across the border would continue.
But for now, an uneasy calm lay across the land.
The Duke was not displeased with the situation, there were only limited resources at his disposal and far too many demands upon them.
The time available he would use to good effect, officers would be encouraged to seek employment in the Armies of Wittenberg, to gain experience in the arts of war. The corps of Engineers would be very busy improving the state of the nations defences, and he determined to raise a Legion, a flexible force that could be loaned to nearby states, thus saving the costs of upkeep and training.
For now he had the opportunity to read some of the books in the royal library, The volume he held in his hand, telling the history of Medieval Noverre, The history of the Elsian war of Independance or Civil War,The fictional works of future wars in the Colonies,and Dorsetshire.The Nothelm Chronicles, and many others.
For now, the Duke was almost content and he settled to read more.
Friday, 9 November 2012
Prince Leopold stood gazing out at the town, After 30 years of peace, the Kingdom was on the brink of war. The reasons were obscure, his father had ruled well if not always wisely, but now the Duke of Barraterrea had caused a rift in the fabric of tranquility. His support for the anti-pope Gregory against the rightful Ludwig was about to tear the Kingdom apart. Others would stand apart, each with his own agenda, The peasants and townsfolk wouls suffer, The merchants and Mercenary Captains would make their fortunes, and Leopold would have to fight and perhaps die for the Country he loved.