EMPIRE REWRITTEN

Chapter 25: Bonds and Betrayals

The wagon wheels creaked softly as it rolled along the well-worn road to Kalavryta. The late autumn sun cast a warm glow over the rolling hills and scattered olive groves of the Morean countryside. Constantine sat inside the specially designed wagon, a creation born from remnants of memories of his previous life. It resembled the wagons he recalled from stories of the American frontier—sturdy, enclosed, and suitable for long journeys. The interior was cushioned, providing a respite from the rough terrain, and small windows allowed him to observe the passing scenery.

Opposite him sat George Sphrantzes, his ever-loyal confidant. Captain Andreas rode alongside the wagon on horseback, his posture straight and alert. He preferred the freedom and readiness that came with riding, a sentiment Constantine respected but did not share.

"I confess, my lord," George said with a wry smile, "this carriage of yours is quite the marvel. You have a talent for turning ideas into reality."

George ran his hand along the interior as the wagon smoothly navigated a rough patch of road. "This carriage handles the uneven path with remarkable grace," he remarked. "I've seldom traveled so comfortably over such terrain."

Constantine nodded. "I've had leather straps fitted beneath the carriage. They help to cushion the ride by absorbing the jolts from the road. It's a really simple idea."

George looked intrigued. "A clever adaptation. I've not seen such a design before. Is this another of your innovations?"

Constantine offered a modest smile. "I observed something similar on a Venetian wagon some years ago. It seemed prudent to adopt the idea for our own use." He chose his words carefully, mindful not to reveal too much. With so many new ideas emerging under his guidance, he preferred to attribute innovations to familiar sources lest he raise suspicions about the sudden wealth of knowledge he possessed.

Constantine returned the smile. "Comfort is a welcome luxury on such lengthy journeys. I am not fond of spending days on horseback."

George nodded, his gaze shifting to the second wagon trailing behind them. "Our Pyrvelos marksmen seem well-suited to their mobile post. Combining transport with defense—an ingenious idea."

"Thank you," Constantine replied. "Their presence ensures we're prepared for any unexpected encounters."

"Given the times, it's a wise precaution," George agreed.

Captain Andreas rode up alongside them, his expression alert. "The men are in good spirits, Despot. They appreciate the chance to stretch their legs during the stops."

"Good to hear," Constantine said. "A content crew makes for a smoother journey."

"And should misfortune cross our path," Captain Andreas said with a knowing smile, "any foes will discover they have underestimated us."

"Exactly," Constantine remarked dryly. "We may be attending a wedding, but we won't be caught off guard."

The group continued onward, the mood lightening as they discussed the upcoming festivities. "It's good to see Thomas settling down," George mused. "The marriage with Catherine will strengthen our position in the Morea."

"Indeed," Constantine agreed. "It's a step forward for all of us."

As they approached Kalavryta, the distant sounds of music and laughter reached their ears. The town was alive with celebration. Banners bearing the imperial emblem fluttered in the breeze, and the streets were adorned with garlands of flowers. Villagers and nobles alike gathered to partake in the festivities, their faces alight with joy.

The convoy was greeted with fanfare as they entered the town. Servants guided them to accommodations prepared for esteemed guests. That evening, the grand hall of the fortress was aglow with candlelight. Tables laden with an array of dishes stretched across the room, and the rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine filled the air.