Chapter 247: Two Emissaries from Ottoman Turkey (Part II)
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Selim I is now thirty-four years old Chinese New Year's Eve, he is the youngest of Bayezid II's adult sons, but for his brother and father, he is not a small threat at all, which is why, after seeing the cold body of his father Bayezet II, the first emotions that welled up were relief and relaxation, and then grief and regret - he used the property he collected and looted during his time as governor of the Balkans and the Safavid Empire to buy his father's own soldiers, the Janissary Legion, Let these strong soldiers throw themselves at him, and finally get Istanbul, but the war between him and his brother is far from over, and his uncle Jem, who suddenly occupied Rhodes and Karaman, and he and his brother have the ambition to deny that this Jem is that Jem, but alas, their uncle has apparently learned their cunning and meanness from the Europa, and he presents himself as a hero with cheap prints and outrageous rumorsβ Even if Selim didn't believe that he had taken Rhodes by his own prowess, there were people who did, and he knew that many people were unhappy with his father, Bayezid II, for his moderate attitude to the outside worldβbut he didn't expect such a terrible outcome.
He sat cross-legged on his throne, staring at the chessboard in front of him, throwing the dice and contemplating what to do, when the attendants reported that his prince Suleiman had returned. In fact, Suleiman had completed the task given to him by the Sultan thirty days earlier, but just in case, he waited outside the city for thirty days, and after no less than ten full body examinations, he was allowed to see the Sultan, and his documents had already reached Selim's hands, Selim thought that Suleiman's idea was correct, but out of a father's love for his son, and a sultan's importance to his heir, he must have seen Suleiman as soon as possible.
Sixteen-year-old Suleiman, who was delicately at an age worthy of his father's pride and not so much as to arouse suspicion among the sultans in the prime of life, was a lovely child to Selim II, even though he already had a son, Mahmud, and he asked Suleiman to sit beside him, and for his servants to bring honey, mulled wine, and candied fruit on a gold plate.
"I've asked Big Vicky to look into this." "Although it seems more like an accident, a thief who somehow contracted smallpox and spread it to others, but your vigilance is correct, and what you think, my son, even if it hasn't happened yet, doesn't mean that he won't happen," said the Sultan, looking into his son's eyes: "I have an idea, and I've done it." β
"Can I see how you did it? Father? Suleiman asked frankly and curiously.
If it were anyone else, the question would be tantamount to transgression, but Selim I was more than willing to let his son learn a thing or two from it, and he still had only one son, Suleiman, yes, not just as an adult, but also because of his first lady, the Sultan's chief palace Ai She. Hafsha was an ambitious and resourceful woman, and instead of foolishly waiting for other women to give birth to sons and raise them for Selim, and then fight with her own sons on the battlefield, she strangled all crises in the cradle from the very beginning, and Selim certainly did not know anything about it, but firstly because Suleiman was indeed an heir worthy of his pride and comfort; Second, Ai Sheer also gave him a lot of feasible advice and support in internal and external affairs; And then, as Ai Sheer said, he didn't believe that women who couldn't even protect himself and his son could give birth to a good enough heir for him.
"I have sent messengers." Selim I said: "I sent him to Rome to find a solution to the golden-eyed wise man against smallpox." β
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The golden-eyed wise man received the envoy from Ottoman Turkey for the second time, and compared to the first envoy, the envoy, who was also commissioned by the Sultan, was dressed modestly, but his knee-length robes and black hat, as well as the beard he had cultivated for many years, showed that he was a hereticβnot a believer in the true God, but a race that also believed in God, but was hated and rejected by the people of Europa, and that Giulio remembered this man, who had come to Rome as an emissary of Bayezid II to meet Pius III, asking him for Jem, or Jem's life, but Pius III refused, and when he was about to leave, Pius III condemned him for not serving the Ottomans, and what did he answer?
Giulio must admit that the religious atmosphere in Ottoman Turkey was indeed much more relaxed than that of Europa, but this was only relative, for example, now, although the envoy had found his master again, his tired look and old countenance showed that his life was not so satisfactory and comfortable.
The messenger remembered Julio, too, and when he saw the young man, he knew that he was the most beloved disciple of Pius III's legend, the one who was unanimously considered to have inherited the most inheritance of Pius III, and his new master, Selim I, also believed that as a pope, his greatest legacy was money and connections, but as a scholar, his greatest legacy was nothing but knowledge. So, although they could buy other clergy and bishops, there was no way to do it, and the best way to do that was to get permission and guidance directly from the cardinal, whom the Romans called the "Morning Star."
Is he really as merciful as people say he is? The messenger thought in his heart, and on the one hand, he could not help but worry, yes, the rulers of the Ottoman Turks seemed to be tolerant, but their tolerance also had conditions and costs, and they had to show the ability of a pagan, especially those who were believers in the true God, in order to gain the trust of this monarch and gain greater power and higher status for himself and his people, especially him, who had been a courtier of Bayezid II, although not a slave of Selim's brother (and enemy), But it was not the people and chamberlains who were born to please him, and if he could not complete the work entrusted to him by the Sultan, there would be no place for him in Istanbul.
"Your Sultan," asked Giulio, "is it for the benefit of his courtiers, his soldiers, and his people, or for everyone?" β
"If you are willing for everyone," Selim's messenger replied without hesitation, "then he is also for everyone." He had asked the question before he had gone on to ask it, and the Sultan gave him the same answer as he did now.
Giulio was silent for a moment.
The heart of the messenger of the Sultan of Selim beat wildly in such silence, and he knew that if he was a merciful man, he might agree to the Sultan's request, but the problem was, Julio. In addition to being a compassionate man, the Medici was also the prince of Christendom and the monarch of Italy, and anyone knows how much of a threat Ottoman Turkey posed to the whole of Christendom, and if Ottoman Turkey unfortunately fell into the quagmire of epidemics, it would be beneficial for Italy and even the whole of Europa.
In any case, the people of Europa have almost received the "blessing of St. John", and when Bayezid II heard about it, he secretly captured a few Italians with signs of inoculation and locked them up with smallpox patients to see if they were really immune to smallpox, which proved to be the case, but the problem is that this medicine was promoted in the name of God, and the doctors who exercised it were also monks and priests, and the process of receiving treatment was also called the blessing of Christ saints, as believers in the true God, It shouldn't have believing, even accepting, learning.
Of course, starting with Bayezid II, to Selim I, as monarchs, they only focused on tangible returns, just like the monarchs of Europa, it was their duty to free their people from the threat of a terrible epidemic, but before Bayezid II could think of a suitable excuse, he was assassinated, and then there was a tsunami and earthquake like the end of the world, and after the earthquake, although the smallpox epidemic did not break out and spread, it also attracted the attention of Selim I, So he must receive this blessing, whether it comes from God or from the true God.
"Stay." Julio. The Medici said, "I'm going to think about it." β
Selim's messenger retreated silently, he knew that the person in front of him could not be bought with money, or tempted by false name, or threatened with force, and all his previous means could not be used on this person, and he had no other way but to wait.
After Giulio left the room, he behaved as usual, he went to see Cosimo the Younger, and then to see Ferdinand, to officiate at a mass, to give a sermon, and then he returned to the Palazzo Picomini late at night, and stayed for a long time in Pius III's roomβthe light of the candle was lit from midnight until dawn, and it was only when Brother John knocked on the door that he finally got up from his lap stool. The Medici had undergone rigorous training from Assasin, and several hours of kneeling and praying still made his limbs stiff and his body ached, but on the contrary, his thoughts were unusually clear, and he looked at Brother John and said, "Call Machiavelli and Duarte, I have something to say to them." β
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"So, will he be able to agree?" Suleiman asked.
"My messenger has not heard back from me," said Selim I, "but I think he will agree." He said regretfully: "It is a pity that I noticed him too late - Suleiman, whose light was almost overshadowed by Caesar before the Holy Year of the Christians. Borgia covered up, and by the time I noticed him, he was already the Prince of Christ. β
"Is he a wise man?" Suleiman asked with interest: "Is it a talented man?" Then we can also try to find him, because our land is so vast that even if he is a governor, he can be given greater and more powerful authority than before, even if he still wants to worship his God, and our courtiers are not without Christians. β
"I also wish," said Selim I, "but do you know why I think he would agree?" You know, my son," he kindly taught, "he is a merciful, gentle, and affectionate man, one of the few who is as generous and forgiving as we are, so that perhaps others will be plunged into the abyss of the plague because they want to see their enemies, that is, us...... Probably not, because for him our people are just as much life as the believers in God. β
"Well, we have a better chance of winning him over to us." Suleiman said confidently.
Selim I smiled: "No, no, no, we are still his enemies, Suleiman, the enemy, although he is a priest, he treats his enemies just as cruelly, but he has his own bottom line, he does not allow himself to degenerate to the point of being despised by himself, he may agree to my request, but he will never throw himself on us, not only because of his faith...... So, alas, by the time I saw him, it was too late, and the powers and duties given to him by his teachers and his people had doomed him to be of no use to us. β
Suleiman heard the regret in the words of his father and master, and instead of being discouraged, he became more and more excited: "Is he a commander besides a scholar?" He took his hands: "If so, father, I wish I could go to Rome to see him, and if he is as good as you say, I will try to persuade him to make him your courtier!" β
Selim I laughed: "Alright, well," he caressed his only son's shoulder, "When the domestic affairs settle down, you may have a chance." β
Of course, the Sultan said in his heart that if the emperor had become Christ by then, he would not have thought about it, but that would be a long time later, and he reluctantly restrained his smile and said to Suleiman: "Go and see your mother, she has been waiting for you for a long time in the third courtyard, in my library, go quickly, and when the sun sets, she will return to the inner palace." β
Hearing that he could go to see his mother, Suleiman suddenly forgot about the golden-eyed wise man who was far away in Rome, and he almost jumped up from his seat, thanked the Sultan and paid his respect, and then ran towards the library of the third courtyard led by the eunuchs of the inner palace.
He ran so fast that he had hardly seen his mother since he was no longer a child, and the Sultan's harem had always been a forbidden place for men outside the Sultan, even the Sultan's son, and his love for his mother not only did not fade with distance, but even became stronger.
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