It's the typical feudal structure. The legions are based on a roman legion's organization, despite not being based on legions.
“One stamped at birth with valor by the stars,
So that his goodly deeds shall be renowned.
The nations are not yet aware of him
Because his age is tender;
These spheres have wheeled about him and no more….
For he will spurn both money and intrigue. “-Dante’s Paradiso
Verona, 1207
Ezzelino II read the Emperor’s letter and smiled. He had been the Lord of Bassano for years, and he had always been a loyal servant of Emperor Henry. He had led the Montague [126] family against the Guelphs in fair Verona, and in the process he had earned Henry’s favor.
And thus, Ezzelino II, a loyal and faithful servant of the Emperor, opened the letter from the Emperor himself, and smiled as he read it. “It seems,†he said, “that the Emperor wishes for me to take the heavy burden of being the Count of Verona and Vicenza.†Ezzelino looked at his son, Ezelino III, who was thirteen.
The count of Verona and Vicenza smiled at the boy, who was reading through a gift from the Emperor, a work by an ancient Greek known as Herodotus about wars with the Persians.
The Count of Vicenza and Verona smiled at his son. A good lad, really. Perhaps he would send him to visit Nuremberg, eventually.
Castle Hohenstaufen, November 1212
The doe ran through the forest, desperately trying to escape the hunters pursuing it. The hunter stopped chasing, and it seemed as if the doe had escaped.
Then an arrow from Ezzelino went through its eye. He ran up to the deer, and knelt beside it in the dirt.
“A good shot, Ezzelino!†cried Frederick II, who galloped up to him on his horse. “Pity there is no boar around today.â€
Ezzelino pulled the arrow out of the deer, wiping it in the snow. “Thank you, your grace. A pity, indeed.†He shivered slightly. “Shall we return to the castle?â€
Frederick laughed. “Cannot take the weather, can you? It’s fine German weather, you know, not like in Italy, where it’s always too damned hot.â€
Ezzelino nodded dutifully. He had been sent by his father to the court of the Emperor in Nuremberg, and he had become a friend of the Emperor’s.
Ezzelino thought for a second and shook his head. No, Frederick did not have any friends, truly. He was too cold, too distant. Ezzelino was merely a companion. This was why he hunted on foot while the King of the Romans rode.
And as a companion, Ezzelino said, “It is as the King wishes, of course. No doubt he is certain that he will soon slay enough boar to litter the forests for generations to come. No doubt the reason that the boar are nowhere to be found, on this fine day, is because they are hiding in terror.â€
Frederick agreed solemnly. “Certainly. If the Whore of Babylon, the sodomite, the heretic, Innocent fears me, why should not the creatures of the forest?â€
Ezzelino coughed. “Indeed, my king.â€
Just then, a horse galloped towards them. Ezzelino drew his bow, fearful of an assassin. Frederick saw him do so and nodded, while the King drew his sword. But he quickly lowered it when he saw the Staufen livery that the man wore.
“It is a message, my King,†said the man, who handed over a parchment to Frederick.
Frederick read it, and laughed. “Oh, that fool!â€
Ezzelino was now intensely curious. “My King, if I may be so bold as to inquire as to who is the fool?â€
Frederick waved the letter through the air. “It’s John, the King of England. He allied with the nobles to defeat Arthur, and then betrayed them after Arthur was defeated.â€
Ezzelino was momentarily confused. “That seems wise to me, my King.â€
Frederick laughed. “Does it, Ezzelino? Does it indeed?†Frederick handed him the letter, which Ezzelino read quickly, his eyes widening as he did so.
“Tell me, Ezzelino, how would you like to join me in an invasion of England, in order to restore the rights of its nobles?â€
As Frederick laughed, Ezzelino shivered from more than the cold.
London, January 1215
Ezzelino yawned and rolled out of bed, taking care not to wake the woman next to him. The Emperor was carrying out an experiment which he wanted Ezzelino to see this morning, and he knew he should not be late. He stepped out of the Tower and crossed over to the King’s hall.
As he walked, he lay deep in thought. He longed for permission from the King to return home, but so far Frederick had refused. Perhaps, in a year or two, he could, but for now he was stranded in England.
Frederick, apparently, wished to know what helped with digestion. He had, the night before, pardoned two men who were to be killed, and given them an excellent dinner. He sent one to sleep, but had asked the other to stay up all night with him, listening to the music of the minnesangers. Frederick had a bet going with Ezzelino over which one would digest their food better. He wasn’t quite sure how Frederick would solve the problem of judging, but it was just a game.
Ezzelino entered the great hall just as Frederick was welcoming the two men. “Glad you are here,†he said in German, which the two men did not know. “We are just about to determine which one digested his food better.â€
“That may be,†replied Ezzelino, “but I do not see how you could prove this.â€
Frederick drew his sword. “You do not? What a pity,†he said, and in a flash, disemboweled both men. The contents of their stomach splattered onto the floor. Frederick looked at both of them, and nodded to Ezzelino. “It appears you were right,†he said. “You do digest your food better when you rest.†He gave Ezzelino a concerned look. “What, surely you do not pity these men?â€
“Well, my King, it is just that, well,†said Ezzelino, repressing the urge to vomit. “It was just so sudden.â€
“These men,†said Frederick, calmly and rationally, “were murderers. Surely you do not pity those who would kill for pleasure or profit?â€
And with that, with the bodies of the two men still lying there, Frederick sat down for breakfast.
Salisbury Plains, May 1216
Frederick’s band of followers stopped at the ancient ruins near the town of Amesbury in England. He raised his hand.
â€I wish to go and see the ruins of which the locals spoke.â€
â€Sire,†said Ezzelino in German, “perhaps we should continue riding. There are still a few barons who are revolting in the north.â€
â€Barons are always revolting,†said Frederick, with a wry smile. “It’s why they’re barons.†He stepped down off his horse and walked towards the stones. “In any case, they are almost subdued, and I wish to see the memorial of Arthur.â€
Frederick II looked at the ring of stones impassively. “Interesting,†he said, as he walked up and felt one of the blue stones. He was not, frankly, impressed. Sure, they were large, but anyone could put large rocks together. Where was the gracefulness, the culture? Even Hamburg boasted sites more impressive.
“It is said,†said Ezzelino, “that these stones were placed here by King Arthur, to celebrate a victory over the Irish. It showed the superiority of Arthur over the lesser peoples of the isles around him.â€
Frederick walked through the ring of stones, looking at them. There seemed to be something odd about the way they were oriented, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.
“They showed Arthur’s superiority, did they?†said Frederick, smiling. “I think that was a wise decision on his part.â€
Frederick called out to all before him. “Let the word of the King of the Romans be known. It is our imperial will that these stones be broken up, and be transported to Nuremberg. Instead of wasting away in this desolate land, they will be used as a testament to the glory of Rome, for even the rocks of this land come to give homage!â€
By 1218, all that would be left of Stonehenge were imprints in the earth.
Nuremberg, December 1217
Frederick grabbed Ezzelino by the shoulder. “Are you sure you will not stay?†he said. “Think of all that we could accomplish, here.â€
Ezzelino bowed before the Emperor, trying to think of a reply while the hammers of carpenters drowned him out. “You honor me, Lord,†said Ezzelino. “But my place is in my homeland, in Verona. I will be a loyal servant of the Empire there, ensuring that your word is heard even there.â€
Frederick nodded, grinning. “I’m quite certain that you will. In fact,†said the Emperor, “I am so certain that I wish to reward you.†The Emperor clapped his hands, and heralds brought in documents for Ezzelino, piling them on top of the other gifts from the Emperor.
Ezzelino knocked aside a robe of silk to open the document. “Your Grace,†said Ezzelino, stumbling over his words, “I, ah, don’t know what to say.â€
Frederick drew his sword and placed it on Ezzelino’s shoulder. “Say that you will serve me well, Ezzelino, Duke of Padania.â€
Verona, May, 1223
The years had passed, and Ezzelino had proved himself to be a just lord. Perhaps in reaction to Frederick’s attitude towards governing, Ezzelino had always taken a course of moderation and peace between the factions in his Duchy. He could often be seen riding through his cities, wearing a scarlet tunic and a gold chain given to him by the Emperor, stopping to inspect the wares of merchants, or the crops of farmers. If there was ever a problem, he was told about it, and he would dispense justice fairly, if harshly.
Because of this, he was immensely surprised when, from the ancient Roman Coliseum, he heard the cry “Alleluia!†over and over again. Ezzelino finished his business with his tax collectors and rode towards the Coliseum.
When he finally arrived there, Ezzelino saw a man, dressed in a simple woolen robe, barefoot, lecturing the crowd on morals in Italian.
“Where there is hatred,†shouted Francis, “sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is darkness, hope. This is what the Bible tells us. But the Emperor, despite his love of books, apparently forgot to read that one.â€
The crowd cried Alleluia again.
“But has not the Emperor caused the House of God to fall into ruin? He spends the wealth of the world to glorify a city in his family’s honor. Nuremberg has become a new Babylon, where the notion of a Christian Empire is made a mockery by a man who seeks to rule the world. It is a new Babylon, where the Emperor receives the tribute of the world.â€
“I am,†yelled Francis, as the crowd cheered, “the Herald of the Great King. I am the Herald of the King to whom the Emperor is a subject, though he knows it not. I seek to restore the Church to the faith of the fisherman of Galilee, nothing more. Hear my words, citizens of fair Verona, and realize the truth.â€
The crowd began cheering, and stopped, growing silent. Francis heard footsteps in the dirt behind him, and he turned around. Ezzelino, the Duke of Padania, stood before him. He looked at Francis for a long, long time, and finally came to a conclusion.
“We have been deceived,†yelled Ezzelino, as the wind picked up, blowing clouds of dust through the Coliseum. “It appears that this is nothing more than a madman.†The crowd continued to watch the two of them silent, as Ezzelino walked around, imploring them.
“I will not deny that there have been great changes in Italy. Nor will I not deny that there are some I wish had not happened. But that is the way of the world, and as the wheel of fortune turns, we must take the good with the bad. And, I believe, we have had much more that was good.â€
“Men speak of oppression from the Emperor, yet when did they speak when it was Milan whose armies ravaged Italy? Where were they when Guelphs and Ghibellines slew each other by the score? Where were they when the Pope Innocent held that he was the Lord of the world?†demanded Ezzelino. “Where were they then?â€
“For the first time in centuries, Italy is at peace. Towns are not torn apart by feuding families, cities do not exhaust one another in fruitless wars, and the roads of Italy are safer than they have ever been.†Ezzelino looked over the crowd. “Do you honestly say that you prefer to have tyranny from a man a mile away than justice from one five hundred miles away?â€
Francis laughed, the only sound, in a coliseum of thirty thousand people, beside the wind. “My good lord, I did not know that you were a coward.â€
Ezzelino’s jaw dropped. “What?†he roared. “How dare you say this?â€
“By listening to you,†replied Francis, who smiled. “Changes that you might have hoped to prevent. Italians have given up rights that we have had for centuries. That is worth safer roads to you?†Francis cast an accusing finger at Ezzelino. “We know, all know, that you served with the Emperor in England. What did you see there?†yelled Francis. “You call yourself a lord, but because of men such as you, the Emperor could crush you like an insect. An excommunication by a German Pope, perhaps, followed by an invasion by a Sicilian army. Perhaps he would even send a Greek fleet to attack as well?â€
The Duke of Pada’s gaze hardened. “I saw,†said Ezzelino, “ a realm torn apart by civil war. And I saw what happened to such a realm.†He spat into the dirt. “Get out of my city now, or your head will hang from my walls before nightfall.â€
[127] A real family in Verona, who were Ghibellines (that is to say, pro-Imperial). Ezzelino is in Verona as in OTL, but he has not been kicked out of Vicenza as in OTL. This is due, largely, to the stronger Imperial presence throughout much of Italy.