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A fatal alliance

Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 12:34 pm
by loki100
St Petersburg, November 1856

As he felt himself moving closer to St Petersburg, Alexander relaxed. For many reasons, Moscow had such bad memories that he never felt at ease there. He was a man of the wider world – and to himself he chuckled, for none of those close to him realised how wide this concept really was – and Moscow seemed so provincial, so stuck in the past. And also so full of his own, now abandoned, past.

Surrounded by the luxury of his personal train carriage, he was a man at ease with himself. Already he was writing his future as it would be told in this world's history books. Alexander the Great. Alexander the reformer. The man who had faced down Prussian militarism and ensured peace in Europe. Alexander the train builder … no that made him sound like a child. Alexander the builder … yes that was better.

So he relaxed and looked out into the darkness.

As he did his mind shifted to his own affairs. Being Tsar was more enjoyable than he had imagined – power over a huge realm and authority in his own court. Again his mind slipped, this time to Olga
Dmitryevna – a strange woman but one he felt the need to spend time with.

And then to his own world. There he would be favoured, a man who could rescue even the most flawed of experiments, for under his guidance Russia would take the direction it had missed in 1822.

The knocking on the door to his private rooms disturbed his thoughts. Even more annoying, he heard the voice of Prince Chepyzhin. The man had been so polite to him since the Prussian crisis it was almost impossible to deal with him. Clearly his success in setting out Russia's policy had annoyed his foreign minister. Well good.

'Sire, can we have a word. The Greek ambassador, Eleutherios Venizelos [1], wishes to thank you.'

'Thank me, for what'

'Well your majesty when you so kindly visited Athens last year, you promised us the protection of the Orthodox Church and Holy Mother Russia.'

'Yes, I recall it well – it is important to bring the Orthodox churches back together'

'We are agreed. Good. At the last station, I heard from my government, we are now at war with the Ottomans. And we ask for the support you promised'.

At this, for the first time in months, Prince Dimitry Petrovich smiled.

'Sire, shall I send a telegram to order the army to prepare? … After all we must honour your promises?'


[1] In reality Greek PM at the post-Great War peace conferences.

[2] I'd given them a promise support diplomatic decision as a means to try and get better relations. My logic was that they were isolated so this seemed to be safe. Given the horrendous prestige loss if I don't back them, had little choice but to join in their war.

The British also have a promise support agreement – so I could end up fighting alongside the British against the Ottomans?

The Second Ottoman War

Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 3:43 pm
by loki100
The Second Russian-Ottoman War 1857-1858

The second war between the two powers in the 1850s was in reality a product of the same struggle for influence between Russia and Britain that dominated the middle years of the nineteenth century.

The first came about because Britain wished to use the declining Ottoman empire as a means to stop Russian expansion southwards. In effect, it was an accident, neither Britain nor Russia started by wanting a war but the Ottomans misinterpreted vague promises of Anglo-French support as sufficient to gamble on war with Russia to regain lost territory in the Caucasus.

The second came because both Britain and Russia sought influence over Greece.

To the classically educated elite in the British state, a fictional, long lost, Greece had a hold over their imaginations. Britain had supported the Greek revolt against the Ottomans in the 1830s and saw the new state as something between its child and a young adult who needed firm guidance. Such sympathy, of course, did not prevent Britain from seizing and occupying Corfu on the pretext of keeping the islands out of Ottoman control.

Russian interest was equally driven by a mix of practical goals and heady imagination. Greece was an enemy of the Ottomans with a small but well trained army. As an ally, it would always be useful if Russia had to go to war with the Ottomans. Equally, the port at Athens would give Russia unimpeded access to the Mediterranean, something she would never have as long as Istanbul was in Ottoman hands. But again, self-created myths played a role. As a fellow Orthodox country, Russia imagined that the Greek church yearned for re-unification with the Russian. Equally that they too saw Moscow as the 'Third Rome' even while sharing Russian desires to re-establish Orthodox rule over Istanbul.

The problem was that the Greeks were unwilling to commit to either suitor.


Well aware her two wooers were at odds with each other, the Greeks proved to be adept at balancing them off and extracting more and more concessions while promising less and less. Thus by the end of 1856, both powers had promised support to Greece for little in return but the hope of better relations in the future.

Greece then used that support to commence its own war of conquest on the weakened Ottomans. Reluctantly, Russia honoured its promises and set its armies marching south. War was not unwelcome as the Tsar sought to implement his domestic agenda and sought prestige.


Britain, already rocked by a large revolt in India, did not. So, without a shot being fired, Russia gained in terms of international prestige. It could, and did, present itself as a state that stood by its friends.

But on the battlefield, the problems of 1852-3 re-emerged. It was again at war alongside an ally very reluctant to co-operate. Still Russian armies quickly set off along well trodden routes westward across Anatolia and southwards from Odessa.

The Ottoman armies had scarcely had the chance to recover from the last war and were no match for the Russians on the battlefield. Istanbul again fell to the Russians in September 1857.


With this, the Greeks held most of European Turkey while the Russians dominated Anatolia and northern Iraq. It was clear to all, that it was now a matter of finding suitable peace terms.


Death on the beach

Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 7:55 pm
by loki100
Aden, September 1857

Where was the damn woman? For most of the recent year he had been glad when she went off on one of her secret missions, but today, to his surprise, Vladimir wanted to talk to her.

He had news … news of great importance to Vladimir. And, thus, he had decided, of great importance to Maria Bogdanova. After all, even though they disliked each other the Tsar had ensured they had to work together.

So she could savour his enjoyment of his reward for their efforts.

Her servant suggested she had only left the house that morning so she couldn't have gone far since then. A discrete check of her room suggested she had only taken the clothes she must be wearing. So she couldn't be planning a long trip in any case.

She must be going somewhere she felt safe, since she seemed to have left most of her weapons. That struck Vladimir as reckless. Far to the north, the war between the Tsar and the Sultan was one of large armies and major cities. Here it had become one of the knife in the side in a crowded market. A vicious, personal war between agents of the two states seeking influence in this region.

Vladimir guessed she might have planned to go swimming. Her taste for these warm waters surprised him but it was probably her only indulgence. If so, he knew where she might have gone.


Later that morning, he tied his horse to a scrubby tree. He had guessed right. Across the small clearing was another horse patiently eating fodder. He had come to the correct place.

Even so, he moved cautiously and as he reached the edge of the scrub slowly raised his head and looked over the beach.

To his surprise, Maria was not alone. That she had lovers was of no surprise, or interest, to him. That she felt the urge to keep them secret was. But looking again, it was clear they were arguing.

Even as he watched the man went as if to strike her.

'Big mistake, svinoi' muttered Vladimir.

Sure enough, Maria hit him first. At that, the man pulled out a knife.

Vladimir sat back. If this was a lover's tryst it had gone wrong. If Maria was killed, he had no-one to tell. So he stood up and moved onto the beach.

As he did the fight was nearing his end. The man had fallen to the sand face down. Maria grabbed his neck and twisted.

'Bravo … well done … a textbook example we could use to train new agents'. As he advanced, Vladimir applauded. As he arrived, he realised he had misjudged the situation.

'So, me being threatened is an entertainment for you? While you hide in the woods spying on me?'

In all their arguments, Vladimir had never seen her so angry.

'While I deal, on my own, with the Sultan's latest killer'.

To her surprise, Vladimir suddenly jumped at her, bundling her to the ground. Even as they both fell clumsily onto the sand, she heard the pistol shot. And felt her companion regaining his feet and moving quickly towards a gap where a river ran onto the beach. Regaining her breath she followed.

A second shot, again poorly aimed and Vladimir slipped out of sight. As she turned the corner she saw he was pointing his own gun at another man.

Seeing her, he smiled – 'yours or mine?' Maria contented herself with a simple nod. Vladimir raised the pistol and shot the man.

'This beach is filling up with corpses'. Glancing at the one at his feet, Vladimir asked 'do we dispose of them in the sea or on the land'. 'Land' Maria replied, 'I have still not had my swim'.

They dragged the corpse back into the scrub and tipped it into a sun-baked fissure in the soil. Sweating, they returned to the beach and brought the first body up. Even as they dumped that too into the trench, Vladimir saw the glint of a musket.

'Oh this becomes tedious', turning to Maria, he asked 'yours or mine'? To his surprise she smiled and replied 'both'. They split apart and ran to where the third killer cowered. Though killer was perhaps not an accurate description, the man was clearly terrified. With reason. Shortly afterwards his body lay with the others.

Looking at her torn and dirty clothes, Maria said 'and now I will have that swim'. She started back to the beach and then turned to look at Vladimir suspiciously. 'Just why are you here? I assume it is not to spy on me?'

'Oh, my dear, I bring news'. We are to rule over a colony


and to have more men to guard us while we do so'.


To his surprise, Maria came back and then embraced him. For one so dangerous, her body felt soft and warm beneath his hands.

'Maybe I will risk one swim?'

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 7:41 am
by Taillebois
Where are the narwhals of yesteryear? All the AJE aar photos are ether. Will try PON if you can save them. :)

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 11:14 am
by loki100
Taillebois wrote:Where are the narwhals of yesteryear? All the AJE aar photos are ether. Will try PON if you can save them. :)

The problem is photobucket. They not only ended the free hosting service they removed all the old images at the same time. Imageshack did something similar in ending free hosting but at least you can still see old uploaded images.

So unless he is prepared to actually reload all the images via a new hosting site (and its likely that he's not kept the images - i don't), then they are lost.

But its a decision by photobucket as a hosting site.

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 10:58 pm
by Taillebois
Thanks loki. sorry to interrupt your AAR. I just noticed the same thing on a Hearts of Iron AAR I wanted to re-visit. I guess that's the trouble with free. It doesn't last forever.

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 12:04 am
by vaalen
I just wanted to say that i am still faithfully reading and enjoying this AAR. it will be very interesting to see how the Russian colonization of Aden turns out.

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 8:31 pm
by loki100
vaalen wrote:I just wanted to say that i am still faithfully reading and enjoying this AAR. it will be very interesting to see how the Russian colonization of Aden turns out.

Thank you - as mentioned elsewhere I've had 8 weeks with no domestic phoneline or internet connection so I'm afraid updates have been hard to do.

I learnt from my Italy AAR just how valuable this corner of the map is. Even just with trading posts, a nice flow of opium, coffee and gems help both with domestic contentment and your balance of payments. Clearly in the context of Russia, less than you gain for a small state but very valuable.

Its one of those areas where its worth shedding prestige for practical gains. Also Persia is now a very firm ally, if I can somehow extract Iraq from the Ottomans and actually complete my war in Khiva (which is still ongoing), plus add Bukhara, then the next struggle with Perfidious Albion can take place in India.

Anyway next update is about 80% ready, just been a bit of a struggle to get it to fit the wider story (or more strictly to decide who doesn't survive).

Kiev, February 1858

Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 9:31 pm
by loki100
Kiev, January – February 1858

Stockholm had, in many ways, seen the powers of Europe hanker after a lost past. It was an attempt to insist that the events of 1848-50 had not happened, that Britain, France, the Ottomans, Austria and Russia had not been at war. That Prussia had not attacked Sweden.

It was an attempt to assert that Treaty of Vienna, its politics and international norms, still held.

Peacemaking in Kiev was different, pragmatic and realistic.

The Sultan had lost the war, Russian troops again occupied his capital. The Greeks had overrun his European provinces. So he begged the Russians for peace.


The Tsar was prepared to accept.

But, even so, there were things to resolve. Also the Greeks wanted some reward too and were suspicious of their Russian allies.


Even if the Sultan had no allies, other powers had their own interests in the settlement of the conflict. So the diplomats met in Kiev – and not just those of the warring powers. And with diplomats came journalists, civil servants and, of course, spies. Thus Kiev again was too full, but this time the visitors were rich, not penniless refugees fleeing war.

So the inhabitants set about making money.

And the Droshky drivers perhaps made more than most. Though not all of them lived to collect their earnings.

Maria Bogdanava shivered as she kept watch on the house. Sooner or later the British spy would make his move and she intended to follow him, find his contacts, and, of course, ensure he never returned to his homeland.

To her surprise, she found herself missing Aden. The cold of winter was unwelcome after the year round heat of the newest corner of the Russian empire.

Shifting a little, she almost gave herself away but the man was clearly in too much of a hurry to notice a shadow in a doorway. Stepping out into the street he hailed a droshky. Maria quickly ran back to the busy square and stepped into a cab. The driver leaned against the window.

'Where to? ... my pretty one'

Maria hissed. 'Fool, I am not here for your amusement but on the business of the Tsar'. To reinforce this she raised a pistol to the window even as she pressed a coin into his hand. 'Follow that droshky [3] ... but keep your distance'.

If the driver was minded to argue, the combination of gold and threat was enough to gain his agreement.

The other droshky had almost disappeared but it was a quiet night. Cold and snowless.

Initially it was easy to follow at a distance but slowly the houses thined out as they reached the Zamkova district. Here the city's rich had their homes, many now occupied by this or that temporary embassy. Maria urged the driver to move closer, despite the risks, she could not afford to lose the Englishman. At the least she needed to know which house he had entered.

Suddenly, the other droshky disappeared from view. As it slipped out of sight, the sound of a pistol shot and a crash could be heard.

Maria shouted at her driver 'Svollich, if we do not find them you will find this has been an expensive journey'

Picking up the reins he urged the horse to new speed, and. as they came across the crest of the hill, he had to pull on the reins. The other droshky lay across the narrow road. Maria stepped down and walked cautiously forward. There were no buildings nearby so this must have been an ambush, or the passenger had decided to kill the driver?

Reaching the droshky it was clear the driver was dead. Laid across his box seat, still holding the reins.

But the passenger was missing.

Maria looked down at the snow. Boot prints headed into a nearby wood. And next to each footstep was a bloodstain.

It seemed as if someone else wished to kill this particular Englishman.

Maria moved quickly into the woods and soon came across the second corpse. To her surprise she recognised the spy. Maron, who Vladimir had arrested in Jerusalem and who had escaped when the British captured Sevastopol.

If not quite the last person she expected to see dead in a wood on the edge of Kiev, then still a shock.

As she stood, she heard a twig break and twisted around. Facing her was a small slim woman ... in her hand was a pistol.

'Do you like my handiwork?'

Maria, cautiously, nodded.

'And I have saved you much effort?'

'No ... now I will not be able to find out who the British are funding in the Ukraine'.

The other woman shrugged. 'I had more pressing business ... now' at this she raised the pistol .. 'don't try to stop me leaving'.

Maria in turn shrugged. Whoever she was, the night had been wasted. As she reached the road, she realised it had got worse. The Svollich had left her and gone back to the city. Well she would find him tomorrow and settle with him on her own terms.

The other woman, she would find too. Somehow. She had a Moscow accent, so she would be found somewhere in Russia.

[1] Better terms than I could demand. Van is not immediately useful but with a fort, depot and rail will give me even more control over Anatolia. Dobrudja clears the last barrier to any army marching down the western Black Sea. Again with a rail and a fortress, it becomes both a defensive bastion and a springboard for any future attacks.

[2] The Greeks actually carried on the war till late 1858. Possibly not the best gain when they might have captured Thessaloniki?

[3] I know, but I really had to use the phrase?

Ordering a Death

Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 8:40 am
by loki100
Ordering a death

He walked quickly through the dimly lit corridors. This was a part o f the complex he had never visited before and it seemed strangely deserted. Not just as he had timed his visit to the early hours of the morning when no-one should have been around. More as if no-one had passed this way for some time.

Judging by the sounds, he was either close the outer edge of the building or the latest storm was especially fierce. Even through the steel walls he could hear the howl of the wind, and, sometimes, feel the impact of a gust.

Finally, he reached the door to the communications and transport link back to the experimental world. Time to test his priviliges.

He raised his hand to the lock and was relieved that the door slid open. It seemed as if his enemies had felt not confident to remove him from the list of approved personnel. Not that he had ever been to this sector before.

The door slid shut behind him and he flicked on the lights. And froze.

In front of him was a guard robot. A snake, clearly marked with the crossed out 'A' [1] sat waiting as the door closed behind him. He stood still but realised he couldn't escape. That he had walked into a trap crossed his mind. That he had no choice but to step forward was obvious. To his relief, the snake tasted the air, checked him against its list of approved visitors, and ... settled back down.

Sighing he entered the room with the communications links. Even for one as inexperienced as he was, it only took a minute to activate the machinery and prepare the message.

The message was simple, finding the intended recipient much more difficult. Frustratingly all the agents in that world were now following their own agendas. They rarely, if ever, bothered to report in using the secure channels. Still he knew where they were. The message was sent to London and St Petersburg, he was sure it would reach the right hands.

The message was simple: 'Kill Maron, he is a traitor'

He closed down the machinery and left.

Four people received his message and each re-acted differently.

The Empress whose realm spread around most of the world looked at it and responded with one word 'fool'. But she knew it was to late to warn Maron, he would have no advanced communications device when he was on a secret mission for her.

The Tsar whose realm spread from the Black Sea to the Pacific Ocean thought about the message and then acted. One of his best killers was ordered to leave Aden and go to Kiev. A fast boat travelled from Abadan [2] to Aden to pick her up.

A young woman looked at the message and smiled.

Another young woman looked at the message and smiled. The chance to test her skills against so formidable a foe excited her. She quickly made plans to travel to Kiev.

But others also saw what had been done.

'So he doesn't suspect us?'

'No it seems as if he believes he uncovered our agent by his own efforts. After all vanity does lead to blindness sometimes'

'So that is one of them removed?'

'I think we can be sure that at least one of them will be dead at the end of this'

'And the others'

'In time, in time ... we will deal with them in time. Then we can close off this monstrosity of a world'.

[1] This is one of the ideas in Alastair Reynold's book mentioned at the start. Most robots have been programmed with the constraints developed by Asimov in his SF, but those designed to kill have, fairly obviously, had one rule disabled. They are marked to indicate this lethality.

[2] At the moment the Russian Indian Ocean Fleet is actually based in Persia. I am not producing enough supply in the Yemen at the moment to base it at Aden.

Austria Resurgent?

Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 1:57 pm
by loki100
Austria Resurgent?


The infamous Roman riots of late 1857 led to a conflict that had engulfed much of Southern Europe by late 1858. Initially, and predictably, the Austrians simply intervened to prop up the Papacy and its control of much of central Italy.

The brief re-emergence of the Roman Republic [1] was bad enough, but the resulting unrest spread across the Papal States. When the Pope fled Rome just before Christmas 1857, the Austrians intervened. Emboldened by their gains in the recent Turkish war, they felt no constraint at re-establishing reactionary control over Central Italy.

However, this time, the situation rapidly escalated. Expecting French support, Piedmont declared war in an effort to challenge the return of Austrian rule across most of Italy. By the summer, Turin, Alessandria and La Spezia were under siege. On the mainland only Genoa remained firmly under Piedmontese control.

If the conflict had remained limited, it could have been seen as little but another attempt by an external power to control Italy. However, France had been humiliated. She had been prepared to back Piedmont in the event of an Austrian attack, a promise treated by Cavour as backing if Piedmont had been the aggressor.

French enthusiasm for their ally was further reduced when an attempt was made to assassinate Louis Napoleon.


The Austrians, however, read too much into French caution. No longer fearing that any other power would intervene, it presented new war goals. Quite simply, the incorporation of all of Central and Northern Italy, France felt it had no choice but to protest.

The two powers entered into a dangerous war of words. When news of French attempts to rebuild their Ottoman alliance leaked out, the emboldened Austrians authorised their armies in Savoy to enter France.


Assured of Russian disinterest, Austria perhaps over-reached. Even as a large part of its army was keeping its fragile hold over central Italy or was pinned into the siege lines at Turin, they decided to try and take advantage of the now badly weakened Ottomans.

The opportunity to deal with all their enemies in one war was too much to resist.


An understanding driven by the belief that the new Tsar was turning his back on Europe. The lure of an Empire stretching from Warsaw to the Pacific meant he cared little if Austria or France dominated Italy. To this end, he was quite prepared to challenge a China still convulsed by the Taiping Rebellion.


[1] Held power in Rome from late 1848 to mid-1849

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:42 am
by Field Marshal Hotzendorf
Just caught up on this. Excellent read Loki! Anymore coming?

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2019 9:22 am
by loki100
Field Marshal Hotzendorf wrote:Just caught up on this. Excellent read Loki! Anymore coming?

glad you enjoyed it. Unfortunately not. Shortly after that last post I was doing a major computer file move and managed to delete some stuff - by the time I noticed this was long gone from both PCs (perils of being sloppy about back ups). Among the losses were all my AAR notes, the PoN game saves and modified files.

I'd got to about 1866 and was having lots of fun in the Far East, and with the endless campaign in Central Asia.

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 11:22 am
by loki100
so ... realise this has been long dormant but I was checking over an old backup disk and found both my images/notes and saves up to 1862 (so I've lost about 3 game years worth but still well ahead of the last point above). Then decided to rebuy PoN from Matrix so I could update to 1.04.5 and it all seems to work.

I've lost any amended events I had, but thats not too important, if I recall where the game is I was just plodding through turns building railways [1]

If I can work out what I was doing (which maybe a challenge), would there be any interest in this resuming (probably at a slow rate but even so)?

[1] If I do there will be posts about the Trans-Siberian Rail and the Tsarist rail system ... :cool:

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 1:41 pm
by Don Powell
+++++ 1 ;)

Seeing a fellow Tsar - especially one of such experience blazing the way for the future of the Motherland would be extremely welcomed !

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 6:03 pm
by Pocus
Excellent, a PON AAR on the go :)

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 4:37 pm
by loki100
Don Powell wrote:+++++ 1 ;)

Seeing a fellow Tsar - especially one of such experience blazing the way for the future of the Motherland would be extremely welcomed !

it remains a real challenge, not least the slow speed of redeployment (even with a decent rail net) means you have to leave most of the army in the west, making gains in Central Asia painfully slow - and it takes 3 years to march a corps safely to the Pacific

Pocus wrote:Excellent, a PON AAR on the go :)

indeed, it remains a game of genius and epic scope.

Ok, this is a bit of a placeholder post - one problem is I have lost my summary file where I had some larger plotlines set out - so this is a case of easing me back into the writiing. But the focus is pretty much what I was concentrating on.

Heading East

Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 4:40 pm
by loki100
Omsk July 1858

Prince Chepyzhin sat down cautiously. The chair looked sturdy but here it was always better to be careful. Outside the muddy wharves were busy as the river traffic on the Irtych came to life after the winter ice. Earlier that day 2 huge rafts of logs had passed. Lashed together and so secure that they had a hut, and a cow, for shelter and food for the boatmen on the long journey. These rafts were a hazard to all other users of the river but essential to the local economy.

And the river was busy, traders, mail, convicts, soldiers, even the last of the British prisoners of war all embarked to travel up or down, or disembarked to head east.

Dimitry had studied this problem in recent months. No longer the Tsar's foreign minister he had been given the mission of imposing order on these borderlands. Here, the gap between the Volga and Urals would be filled with people and industry and to the south the interminable wars in Central Asia were to be brought to an end.

As his mind shifted south, he felt irritation. Russia was at peace, her armies had no other demand but to capture Khiva and open the way to India. And still they persisted in boasting of their triumphs, The victory over a group of Khazak rebels, caught several hundred miles north of where the army was meant to be fighting was their latest. A victory over the wrong people in the wrong place.

His irritation mounted as he remembered the claim that the enemy had been lured into charging the hidden Russian guns 'as was used so successfully against the British outside Kiev'. So they tried to hide their incompetence by claiming what had probably been a massacre of some herders as a triumph of their military skills.


But for now, he had an immediate challenge. The Tsar's railway steadily approached Omsk and it would need a bridge.


A bridge over a river that was frozen for 4 months, full of pack ice for another 2, had a muddy floor and, to the west, merged into a large area that was flooded every spring. A problem for one of the engineers who had followed him, perhaps for one of the British prisoners who had indicated they had no wish to return home. Some of them were skilled men. And Russia had always provided opportunities for the ambitious regardless of their nationality [1]. At least the steady influx of convicts meant there would be no shortage of workers,

And this, he was meant to believe was a promotion. The Tsar had spoken to him about the importance of developing this borderland into a critical link to Russia's new domains to the east and south. If Russia could not directly challenge Britain and Prussia economically then it would surpass them with the sheer size of its industries. And for this to happen, then this region was needed.

So it appeared that the Tsar really did have a plan. The move to the east was to prepare the ground for dominance in the West. Russia as a leader of nations, not just due to its size and military power but as a cultural, scientific force. And, to this end, his force included scholars, scientists, priests and explorers.

Russia would dominate this region, and would expand. But Dmitry wondered, this did not feel like a promotion. Though, at least he had not been recalled in disgrace. It would appear that Henry Wellesley had fallen even further than he had after the failure to influence the peace conference in Kiev. Pity, in a way he had liked the Englishman.

[1] Over the summer read Tom Devine's To the Ends of the Earth and the early chapters are fascinating for the extent that Scottish traders, and those looking for military employment, were active in early modern Russia, with this lasting well into the nineteenth century.

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2019 6:13 pm
by Don Powell
Good direction. The surest sign of a Tsar's love is to strengthen his reach out to all parts of the empire and let the people's love flow back in the form of bulk commodities ....

Re: Heading for a clear bright sun

Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2019 3:08 pm
by loki100
Don Powell wrote:Good direction. The surest sign of a Tsar's love is to strengthen his reach out to all parts of the empire and let the people's love flow back in the form of bulk commodities ....

agree, think with Russia you need breadth of coverage since you can't match the other European powers for the intensity of economic development.

I'm also quite interested to see what I can manage to achieve in China etc, but first I need a nice shiny railway all the way to the Pacific.

Ok, next post has been a bit of a struggle, regard it as a bit of plot development before we get back into the action ...

Ethics ... and motives?

Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2019 3:12 pm
by loki100
'So, do we really know what he is up to? - I mean why not just abandon this world, whatever happens now is so contaminated by our interventions that we can learn nothing of value'.

'That maybe the problem?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well what you, or I, or the scientific committee see to be of value may not be what he is after. Look, watch this video from the end of his last lecture ..'

One of the others read the title and laughed. 'Well, Dr. Xu has more of a sense of humour than any of us ever suspected.'


'Well who probably is the least suitable person to deliver a lecture on ethics and our research approach? Our friend and esteemed colleague who is running what he believes is a secret operation in a world he has distorted to his own ends. Well lets see what he had to say'


'And in summary, we must always remember that the worlds we set in motion are full of people, with their own lives – often lived well away from area of interest – and, that, fundamentally is why we insist on such high ethical standards. Thank you for listening, I think we have time for some questions'.

'Professor … what happens when we end an experiment?'

'Well, given that you all have done at least one field trip, you should know full well. Records are kept, the findings studied, added to our understanding of how our current plight came about …'

'No, I meant to the world we created. When we close it off, what happens?'

'We don't know, I mean that is the idea of closing it off'

'So they die? Or become frozen? Or do they live out their lives and futures according to their own choices? … I think I speak for others, this worries us, you and the other senior staff talk of ethics but perhaps every time we end an observation we condemn billions to … well to nothingness?'

'Well by definition we can never know, if that happens it is not our fault. You, at the back … one final question'

'Professor, why do we persist? I think we all know how much damage the last storm did, and if the next one is more powerful we will start to see damage we cannot repair … so what value all this study and evaluation. No-one will ever read it after we are gone'.

'Good, at least one of you is capable of real analysis. Look at our nineteenth century, an era of incredible development but also one that bypassed so many. We have tried many times to alter Prussia's focus on militarism, to make France less aggressive, to try and nurture an antidote to nationalism … and?

come on, one of you think for yourself … what is the consensus ….'

'that, it makes little difference. The tendency is to a major struggle between the Great Powers and that in turn creates tensions that last well into the twentieth century'

'think outside our experiments so far … what might happen if Russia or China really become modern powers? - would that create a new path?'

'Surely all it would do is to make the tensions worse. Without something to limit the impact of nationalism, all we do is to add more industry, more scientific knowledge to create even greater destruction. They might discover the means to destroy their world before they have the political structures to contain such a struggle?'

'Well … maybe … let us leave it there, I must go to a meeting of the Directorate'


At this, the tape ended.

'He seemed very keen to leave … almost as if that last question raised issues he doesn't want to answer?'

Reaching an agreement

Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 1:46 pm
by loki100
August 1859: Reaching an agreement

The Franco-Italian alliance were losing their war with Austria. Around Turin, the Piedmontese troops were just clinging on, protected by the old fortresses and with their flanks secured by the mountains. Austrian attacks floundered as they tried to force the low lying marshes around the Po, but it was clearly only a matter of time before they pushed the Italians back into the city.

Worse for the French had been the loss of Stasbourg in late May when the Austrians forced the Bavarians to let their army pass.


Under pressure the Emperor started to look for allies. And if not allies at least to reduce the number of his enemies. In particular, he was keen to ensure that the Austrian-Russian alliance would not be restored.


The result was a series of meetings at Warsaw as the French sought to undo the damage done by tensions in the Middle East and their participation in the British invasion of the Ukraine. And where, there are diplomats, and secret meetings ... there are spies.

In her few spare moments Maria had to admit she was bored. Arranging for the vices of an elderly French general was something anyone could have done. Eliminating a potential Austrian spy had been too easy for her. She wanted more. But she also knew that over the last year she had been distracted, she deserved this loss of trust from her employers. She was efficient, but no longer creative in her solutions.

Her mind was full of that damn woman. Her slight form and that mocking voice haunted her dreams. She would never forget that accent. Yet she had disappeared completely. Discrete enquiries had met a bewildered silence, Maria was sure that no-one else knew who she was. Yet no amateur killed someone like Maron with such ease. And yet, no professional seemed to have a clue who she might have been.

So as she left another meeting in the Royal Castle, her mind was partly on the task but again mostly on where she could find ... that woman.

This time her route took her near to the apartments of Nicholas Alexandrovich [1]. Despite the late hour it appeared as if he was still studying with one of the governesses. Pausing, she overheard their conversation.

'No, Italian is not Russian ... listen to how I say it'

'Chiara, it is late, please, I promise I will try harder tomorrow'

'Ah Nicky, for you, hard work is always something to do later'

'Not fair ... anyway, when you speak Russian, you keep your Italian accent'

'Ah but I will not be conducting international diplomacy, nobody cares how a poor Italian teacher sounds when she speaks another language. But if that is your royal decree, then we shall end for today?'

Maria started to move on, but something nagged at her memory. The accent was wrong, but something in that light voice struck a chord. Stepping back into the shadows she waited.

The governess came out and yes, there was something to how she walked.

'Moya ledi' [2]

The woman stopped and turned.

'yes, what do you want?'

Mutual recognition was hard to disguise. The other women smiled, and responded in perfect Russian, albeit with a Moscow accent ...

'Ah, you are still angry I took your prey in Kiev? I think we need to talk? Come, let us see if I can explain to your satisfaction.'

After several days of talks, the Tsar agreed not to do what he never intended to in the first place. The French left with no alliance but were sure the Russians would not back the Austrians. Even better, Alexander promised to visit Paris. And to return eagles and regimental flags taken in the Ukraine. A short trip outside Russia was just what he needed.


And where the Tsar went, so did his entourage.

[1] Alexander's oldest son, died aged 22 in 1865.

[2] "My lady", used for someone of indeterminate rank or status.

A wedding

Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2019 3:00 pm
by loki100
Moscow, August 1859: A Wedding

So my mother finally has a wedding to celebrate. Not mine, I have such bad luck with my engagements – they die or disappear – that my reputation in Moscow is blackened. My sister, Olga? Who knows. She has never been found since our father's death in Kiev. I think she still lives but seems to have dropped her vendetta against our family.

So my brother has graduated from the naval academy, and today Starshi Leytenant Konstantin Dmitryev will be married. And tomorrow he leaves Moscow. I do hope his new wife is realistic about what to expect.

This is a posting of some prestige. My brother could have served with the Baltic Fleet, who knows he could have caught the Tsar's eye for some act of daring or elan. Or the Black Sea Fleet, burdened down with battle honours from the recent Turkish and British wars.

But no, he has joined the Tsar's newest fleet. When he finally arrives, he will find out whether he is to crew one of the ships rejected by the Baltic Fleet or a newly built ship. What an honour, a new ship on a new ocean – in what is almost a new land.

But I do wonder how Galina will cope. Yes her family comes from Tver so they are not pure bred Moscovites – but has anyone warned her what life is like in Siberia. In fact, on the other side of Siberia?

My mother calls, so let us all pretend to be happy for the young couple.


Gathering Darkness

Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2019 9:58 am
by loki100
Gathering darkness: November 1859

Part A - Paris

Tsar Alexander sat in the well lit study. Although it was now approaching dawn, the lights of Paris
still burnt brightly. In the distance, he could even still hear revellers making their way to the next bar .. or maybe home.

He reached for the brandy glass and felt ... content. If no-one else appreciated his efforts then he would reward himself. His French hosts were solicitious but perhaps too keen that his time in Paris was well used. And he was impressed, this new Napoleon seemed more keen to marshall men to build a new city rather than march across Europe --- a very Russian Napoleon. He chuckled at his own wit but the unease returned. Why was he not more appreciated?

To ease his concerns he reached for his mirror, stopped himself with a sigh and instead turned to his cards. As he shuffled and laid them out he re-assured himself.

The Priest ...


The Administrator ...


The merchant-spy ....


The soldier ....


He relaxed as he looked at the building blocks of the future.

Part B – Balmoral

Victoria smiled, she knew how much her court hated this place, especially in winter. Well let them howl like the gale outside, she had thinking to do. And that was easier in this wilderness than in London.

And, as ever, she had cheered herself up by visiting an umarked grave, her predecessor who had gifted her so much.

And so many problems.

India remained torn by revolt. Her attempt to capture Afghanistan before the Russians had conquered Khiva had back-fired. Now her armies had to deal with 2 wars with enemies not minded to give mercy.

It was enough to fill a more cautious woman with despair.

A discrete knock on the door and Fleming slipped inside.

'The Prince is here, your majesty'

'Show him in'


'Prince Poniatowski, I am so glad you could come here. As you will appreciate this is so much more private than meeting in London.'

'Thank you your majesty ... those of us who live in exile appreciate the virtues of discretion'

'And ... is all ready?'

'My people yearn to be free of the Tsarist yoke, but to move from sentiment to action takes time'.

'And money?'

'Yes, your majesty always that too'.

'I think we can help you, speak to Fleming and make arrangements'.