The Burgundian War, 1477-1483

Ep. 218 – Hedgehogs and Herons, The War that Made the Habsburgs History of the Germans

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 218 – Hedgehogs and Herons, The Burgundian War

By 1477 the rules of war that had been enshrined in the laws of chivalry are gone. The contest between the French and the Habsburgs over the inheritance of the Grand Dukes of the West gives us a foretaste of the things to come.

This war isn’t just fought between the opposing armies lining up for the decisive battle, but include wholesale starving out of the population, funding local uprisings and using propaganda and bribery to incite rebellions on the enemy’s homefront.

No one in 15th century Northern Europe is better at this new game than the industrious spider, king Louis XI of France. But a plucky 18-year old Austrian duke who had arrived in Ghent with not much more than the clothes on his back, abundant energy and a budding military genius gave him a run for his huge amounts of money, until tragedy struck.

Lots of deception, drama and devastation today….

But before we start, let me tell you again about this History of the Germans trip that may or may not happen. The idea is to travel on a barge on the Rhine river from Aschaffenburg to Cologne, or maybe beyond. The boat looks lovely and we could see Frankfurt, Mainz, the castles of the Middle Rhine, Bonn, Cologne and of course, Aachen. Some of you have told me they would be interested, but at this point not enough for me to go ahead with it. So, if that is something you would be interested in and you are free for a week end of June/early July let me know at historyofthegermans@gmail.com. It would help me a lot to decide whether or not I want to go ahead with it.

And with that, back to the show

Last week ended on the wedding night of Maximilian of Habsburg and Marie of Burgundy, one of the rare occasions where dynastic marriages created a brilliant match. The two of them really got on. Maximilian was writing letters to his friends back home in Styria, waxing lyrically about how gorgeous his new wife was and how much fun the two had together. Marie in turn spoiled her husband with clothes, armor, tournaments, mummeries, and above all hunts, for fox, stag, boar and even bear.

Maximilian was, one can be sure, delighted, but above all, he was relieved. Because this marriage was built on false premises. Marie, her mother the duchess of York and all of Burgundy believed that Maximilian was going to bring with him a great imperial army that would beat back the attacks by the industrious spider, king Louis XI of France.

Distributionof the lands of Charles the Bold after 1477 (purple forFfrench acquisitions)

When he showed up empty handed, things could have turned sour very quickly. This was a time where violence, even against princes and mighty dukes was a common way to express dissatisfaction with someone’s behavior, level of support or simply, existence. Duke John the Fearless of Burgundy had been murdered on orders of the dauphin of France in plain sight. That was revenge for the murder of the duke of Orleans, the uncle of that same dauphin, later king Charles VII. Across the channel in England, Humphrey duke of Gloucester, George duke of Clarence and the princes in the tower disappeared in the Tower under mysterious circumstances. In Italy Giuliano de Medici and Galeazzo Maria Sforza were in the way and then got out of the way in broad daylight. And these were just the successful and obvious attempts on princely lives. Poison was an ubiquitous tool to re-arrange the line of succession or the college of cardinals, and a suitable means to remove a groom whose assets came up short.

When Maximilian rode up to Burgundy, he took his life into his own hands and hoped for the best. And somehow things had worked out really well, at least so far. The notoriously rebellious city of Ghent had received him with grand fanfare, chronicler described his appearance as that of an angel having descended from heaven and some even held up banners saying: “Whatever you tell us to do, we will do it”. Spoiler alert, that banner will not be used ever again.

But still, things had been much better than anyone could have hoped. The day after the marriage celebrations had concluded, the citizens of Ghent swore him allegiance as the new duke, and even more importantly raised 500,000 Ecu for the defence of the realm.

And Maximilian got to work immediately. He sent two of his senior generals out to relieve the cities of St. Omer and Valenciennes, halting king Louis’ advance in Artois and Picardie. As early as September 1477, merely a month after the wedding, king Louis signed a truce and handed back several small towns as well as the imperial city of Cambrai.

The reason for Louis’ hesitancy to continue the war was a letter from the emperor Friedrich III demanding the return of all imperial fiefs accompanied by the threat of imperial war. Louis was a cautious man who avoided major military conflict wherever he could and tried to achieve his objectives through what could benignly be called diplomatic means, though many of his cultural attaches were dual use operators.

Equally, the estates of the low countries were basing their contribution to the war effort on the idea that at least in time, the empire, or at least the Habsburgs would weigh in on the fighting.

Hence during the winter of 1477, Maximilian found himself in some sort of precarious limbo. On the one hand, his father’s letter and the decisive moves on St. Omer and Valenciennes had reduce the military conflict to a trickle of border skirmishes. On the other hand, if he could not mobilise the empire and/or his family to send military aid by the spring, his complete lack of resources would become apparent to everyone. King Louis would redouble its efforts and the estates may well withhold further support for the war.

Maximilian wrote to his father that though he was now a mighty lord and owned many lands and cities, all this could be gone in 10 to 14 days. If he, his father does not send him support soon, they would likely never meet again. He and Marie had already pawned their jewels for 100,000 gulden, even the famous golden coat that Charles the Bold had worn when he entered Trier in 1473, gone. There will not be peace here unless the emperor comes and sends this king of France back beyond Paris. There is no bigger and more cowardly villain in the whole world, wrote Maximilan. He never gives battle, but keeps his troops on the border to wear us out financially.

All this begging was however to no avail. The King of Hungary, Matthias Hunyadii had formally declared war on Friedrich III and invaded Styria; meanwhile the Turks continued to raid the emperors homeland, as they had been doing for years now; a peasant revolt had kicked off in inner Austria and feuds over the archbishopric of Salzburg and the bishopric of Passau were raging. Friedrich was indeed in no position to send help.

The empire in 1477

His cousin, Sigismund of Tyrol, owner of the richest silver mines in Europe, was equally reluctant to help. He had arguably benefitted most from the demise of Charles the Bold, having first received the purchase price for the Habsburg lands in Alsace from the duke, and then regained those thanks to the league of Constance. But instead of passing on these funds, Siegmund sent Maximilian a bill for 150,000 gulden of reparations for the damages caused by the wars of Charles the Bold. Sigismund’s reluctance was in part caused by the annual subsidy of 50,000 gulden he received from Louis XI. But there was also something else. Sigismund was in the process of selling the Tyrol and further Austria to the House of Wittelsbach, specially Albrecht IV of Bayern-Munchen. We covered these shenanigans in episode 197. The Wittelsbachs, who had managed their lands much, much better than the hapless Sigismund were rich enough to buy him out, and if they had succeeded, the Bavarian-Tyrolian complex would have outearned the remaining Habsburg lands by factor 2 or even 3. Had Maximilian then failed in Burgundy, the Wittelsbachs would have ended up on the imperial throne and Munich, not Vienna would have become the capital, most likely of all of the German speaking lands.

Bottom line, powerful forces prevented the house of Habsburg to come to the aid of their sole remaining male heir. And as for the other princes in the empire, they looked at the conflict, which at this point concentrated on Flanders, Artois and Picardy, aka on French fiefs, and regarded it as a private matter of the house of Habsburg. There was no national awakening here, as had appeared when Charles the Bold besieged Neuss.

There was however one person, Maximilian could rely on to rally power to his side, and that was his mother in law, Margaret of York. The sister of king Edward IV was dragging her brother kicking and screaming into first a commercial and over the years into a military alliance with Burgundy. This return of the Anglo-Burgundian alliance, which included a promise to Edward IV of a coronation in Reims naturally terrified king Louis XI of France, which further entrenched the conflict.

Margaret of York, Annaymous painter

With Edward IV, or indeed even before that alliance was firmed up, came duke Francois of Brittany. Brittany was at this point still independent from France.

And last but not least Margaret and Maximilian established diplomatic ties with a new major power that had emerged in the south, Spain. Ferdinand of Aragon and Isabella of Castile had married in 1469 and thereby unified Spain – to the degree that Spain is unified. With Castille a traditional ally of France and Aragon a rival, the political leanings of a unified Spain could go either way. Thanks to Maximilian and Margaret’s diplomacy Spain swung behind the empire and against the kingdom of France.

Some historians date the beginnings of the European political landscape that lasted until the Diplomatic Revolution of 1756 to these events in 1477. For centuries European politics were dominated by an alliance of Spain, the Habsburgs, the Empire and England pushing against the richest, most populous and most expansionist country in Europe at the time, France. And in a way this lasted into the 20th century, when France was the “Erbfeind”, the hereditary enemy of the Germans.

The conflict between Habsburg and France at its height

As always in history, the protagonists themselves are at best vaguely aware that their actions may result in fundamental changes to the balance of power on their continent. Maximilian’s concerns were not about some major geopolitical shifts, he was just trying to make it through, and have some fun in the process.

He was only 19 years old, freshly married to the woman of his dreams who had made him not just happy, but also rich beyond his wildest dreams. As Marie introduced him to the treasures of Burgundy, to the 20 cities in her lands that were bigger than Vienna, the grand festivities of their entrees into Brussels, Antwerp, Liege, and of course Bruges. There were the magnificent castles and palaces in the cities, all infinitely larger and more ornate than Wiener Neustadt, 2 dozen moated country seats, so many venerable monasteries, that just one of his counties, Hainault had 20 of them larger than anything in Austria.

Then the court life, the dresses and robes made form silk and the famous Flemish cloth, the precious ornaments worn by both women and men. The rooms decorated with tapestries from Arras, Tournay and Brussels and the jewel-like images of van Eyck, Memling and all the other so disparagingly called primitives. Libraries full of the most accomplished miniatures and armories that took his breath away.

The Ghnt Altarpiece by Hubert & Jan van Eyck, 1425-1432

Art and music were a shared passion for Maximilian and Marie, alongside the hunting, the tournament and the mummeries. And so the winter of 1477/78 was filled with dread about the increasingly precarious situation of the low countries but at the same time resonated with the laughter and thrill of an endless sequence of tournaments, dances and hunts.

Dance after a Tournament, from the Freydal

What is truly impressive is Maximilian’s energy. Despite the constant reveling and the exigencies of young love, he worked his way through the rather dull accounts of the Burgundian state. And he came to the almost inevitable conclusion that Charles the Bold, or to give him the proper translation of his moniker, Charles the Reckless, had indeed been reckless. He may as well have left a note saying “I am afraid, there is no money left, best of luck”.

Charles the Bold had already pushed up taxes to near breaking point leaving very little what the treasury would today call “headroom”. As for the gold and silver treasures that in Trier had impressed the Habsburgs to the point of irritation, all of those, even the silver table service, had already been sent to the mint.

And there were two other headwinds Maximilian faced as went up to the Estates, asking for fresh funds. One was that by now everybody realized that no help would come from the empire, that Maximilian had brought with him no more than the clothes on his back. And the second was that Louis’ agents spread the rumor that all these taxes would end up in the pockets of Germans who were taking the cash out of the country. This unfounded story became so persistent, it hampered Maximilian’s efforts for the entirety of his reign.

The war that began again in the spring of 1478 had to be fought in four separate theatres. One was the official war, which was fought in the Artois and Picardie between the armies of Louis XI and the Burgundian forces. The second theatre was in Holland, where Louis’ money had rekindled the eternal conflict between Cods and Hooks we had hears about in episodes 198 and 199. These factions, like the Guelfs and Ghibellines in Italy no longer reflected any economic or political differences but were built on hatred passed on from one generation to the other, which made them so persistent.

Charles Rochussen – Jacoba of Bavaria, entering the conquered Gorcum, encounters the corpse of Willem van Arkel

Theatre three was the duchy of Guelders. Charles the Bold had occupied Guelders using a conflict within the ducal family. Now that Charles was gone but several of the Guelders claimants were still around or had heirs and successors, the province rose up. What did not help at all was that Guelders was rammed full of strong castles and surrounded by rivers and marshland, leaving it a thorn in Maximilian’s side for decades to come.

There are other conflicts that flare up from time to time, like for instance in Liege and Utrecht, the true fourth theatre of war was public opinion. I keep mentioning it and will continue talking about the fact that the printing press was rapidly changing the world. News and pamphlets, printed in one of the 1,000 printing presses that had sprung up in the five decades after Gutenberg, spread facts and opinions further and faster then ever before. And that was even more the case in the densely populated and broadly literate society of the cities of the low countries, of Ghent, Bruges, Antwerp, Brussels, Ypres, Lille, Amsterdam, Nijmegen, the Hague, Delft, den Bosch and the dozens and dozens I have not mentioned.

And as so often with new technologies the systems and safeguards that ensured the accuracy of the information and the honesty of the opinions were not yet in place, leaving ample room for propaganda, lies and deception. Louis XI was a man of the early modern period and he wasn’t shy of using these new tools, alongside the more traditional methods of bribery and incitement.

That being said, Maximilian had some serious shortcomings in the eyes of his new subjects. He was a foreigner, no doubt, and he brought in some of his and his father’s trusted allies, friends and advisers. And these allies, friends and advisers took over some important and lucrative jobs, fueling fear of a German takeover. Further the presence of three theaters of war, each separated by a distance of several days ride meant Maximilian was constantly moving from one place to the next. And once there, he was under enormous time pressure to resolve conflicts quickly. One way to accelerate things is extreme brutality. Maximilian’s tactics did include execution of his opponents after surrender, the burning of the suburbs as cover for his attacks and the cutting down of fields as a means to starve out the defenders.

But the biggest drawback to his popularity was financial. The hope of the Habsburg marriage was that the cost of defending the Burgundian state would be shared. But that was not going to happen. The entire cost of the he effort had to be borne by the low countries and in particular the big cities. That meant even higher taxes than before and if there is one thing people do not like is higher taxes, combined with no improvement in services.

As we follow the Burgundian war, what we will see is the interconnection between these elements, the increased brutality and destruction feeding more unrest, which in turn requires more taxation, which in turn feeds more unrest and so forth and so forth. If there was a way to get out of this vicious circle it would be a decisive battle that forces the King of France to make real peace. And as we know a powerful state on its eastern border was an existential threat to the kingdom of France, meaning peace with the king of France required a truly decisive battle.

In 1478, that battle did not take place. Maximilian was constantly pacing from the French border to Holland and then to Guelders and back again. That left little room to gather a large force and challenge the French king, a French king who was not keen on the vagaries of an open battle in the first place.

Louis’ idea was to pursue a war of attrition, keeping up the pressure that required Maximilian to keep his hugely expensive army in the field, which meant he had to keep taxes up or even increase them, making him ever more unpopular. So in June 1478, Louis once again offered a truce to last one year, which Maximilian accepted. These truces never brought peace, just reduced the cost for Louis who switched to local raids, whilst Maximilian needed to maintain the full scale border defenses.

On the positive side, In June 1478 Marie gave birth to a boy, a major blow to French ambitions. Louis’ agents had spread the rumor that the child was actually a girl. Margaret of York was so concerned about these lies, she took little Philip – which was his name by the way – to the market square and showed his naked body to the people, who broke out in wild cheers.

The next year, 1479 wasn’t off to a good start. As Louis had intended, Maximilian had to go to the Estates General again and ask for more money. Meanwhile Louis’ policy of destroying the countryside by burning or cutting down fields had led to a shortage of grain in the cities. Attempts to import grain from the Baltic and elsewhere were thwarted by a fleet of French privateers. French merchants were also boycotting the fairs in Antwerp and Bruges. Economic depression and famine was engulfing the richest region in Northern Europe. Needless to say that there was still no help coming, not from Friedrich III who was caught up in wars with the Turks, not from Siegmund of Tyrol bribed by France and Wittelsbach, nor from a Holy Roman Empire that did not care.

Hostilities began as soon as the truce ran out in June 1479. Louis attacked Dole and then Douai. Maximilian, who had been occupied with the ongoing uprising in Guelders returned to his southern border, bringing along his army of 20,000, arguably the best force he had been able to gather so far. These were in part mercenaries, some Swiss, some English longbowmen, but also local men, the city guards, the countryside miitia and the knights of Burgundy, including the members of the order of the Golden Fleece, the Burgundian equivalent of the order of the garter.

They enveloped the city of Thérouanne, which forced Louis to finally accept an open battle. The French cavalry outnumbered the Burgundian horse 2 to 1, and a defeat appeared likely, so Maximilian and his generals decided to send the expensive heavy artillery away, and try their luck with just the light guns and Chutzpah.

On August 7th 1479, a boiling hot day, the two armies came together near the village of Guinegate. Maximilian had placed his infantry, made up of pikemen, arquebusiers and longbowmen in the centre, whilst his two small cavalry detachments were covering his flanks. As the French appeared, Maximilian rose on his horse and addressed his troops, talked about the just cause of the house of Burgundy, the cruel destruction the French had inflicted on their lands, then he dismounted, kissed the earth that may receive his body today and said a prayer. All his men took his example end knelt down in the burning heat, and prayed for victory. When they rose, they shouted Long live Austria and Burgundy, the Lion of Flanders and of course, St. George. Much invigorated by this display of righteousness of their young leader, they waited.

The French kicked off proceedings by running a massive cavalry charge against the Burgundian riders on the left flank. As we heard, the French mounted forces outnumbered the Burgundians 2 to one, maybe even more in terms of heavy cavalry. The charge was a great success, Maximilian’s left flank broke and turned tail. As they rode off into the sunset, the French knights followed them, keen on the rich ransom the great Burgundian lords could surely provide. Even the overall commander of the French forces, Philippe de Crevecoer was dragged along by the excitement and temporarily left the battlefield.

Meanwhile Maximilian’s centre remained under pressure from French artillery and light cavalry forces. The situation was extremely dire. If the main part of the heavy French cavalry returned, they could outflank the remainder of the Burgundian forces and  annihilate them. Maximilians advisers suggested to call it a day and run to save his life. The chroniclers do not mention it, but Maximilian may well remember the last time a member of the House of Habsburg was in a similar situation, Leopold III at the battle of Sempach. And like his ancestor, Maximilian refused to leave the men who were prepared to fight and die for his cause. He stayed with them, up on his horse, below his banner, drawing the enemy fire, ready to die, just as Leopold III had done. He asked his noblemen to dismount and fight with the infantry. They were now all equals and would be victorious together or go down together.

Die Schlacht von Therouanne/Guinegate 1479 (Die Ehrenpforte Kaiser Maximilians I., Separatausgabe der Historiendarstellungen, C 2.4). Albrecht Dürer (Werkstatt) Wolf Traut (Künstler_in)

He ordered the carts up from the camp and formed a Wagenburg studded with pikes, which stalled any French attack, may it be by riders of firearms. This giant hedgehog slowly moved forward, engaging the enemy centre, the longbowmen and harquebusiers constantly shooting at the French soldiers. Maximilian was fighting in the front line without regard for his personal safety, an example that encouraged his men. Where have you ever seen a noble lord staying with his foot soldiers after his knights have fled. Encouraged by the progress of their comrades, the Burgundian cavalry regrouped and re-entered the fray.

The battle lasted from Midday to sunset around 08:00, at which point the French withdrew to the city of Hesdin. The French cavalry weighed down by loot passed the battlefield on their return from that fateful chase, but did not even engage.

Maximilian erected his tent on the battlefield, and as per a tradition that went back to Alexande the Great, celebrating his first great victory by spending the night in total control of the field.

The victory of Guinegate was Maximilian’s first major success and though he had some experienced generals around him, displayed many of the traits he would show throughout his career. He was bold, even when outnumbered, able to quickly find creative and clever solutions to challenges and he had this almost magical impact on his troops. His personality, the “leutseiligkeit”, the ability to charm everyone, from peasant to prince, combined with his personal courage to the point of risking his life, inspired the men who followed him through thick and thin.

In the aftermath of his success, his popularity reached a temporary highpoint, in particular in Brabant and Hainault. There were processions and te-Deums all across the Burgundian lands, and given this is the new world of the printing press, he had tales and songs published that spread the news of his great victory, the eternal humiliation of the French.   

But despite all the great proclamations and personal bravery, the reality was not quite as rosy. Louis’ army was damaged, but not at all defeated. And Maximilian himself had suffered severe losses. There was no chasing the French all the way to Paris. Instead, Maximilian had to go back to Ghent and once more, ask the Estates General for money. Meanwhile Louis’ forces kept up the pressure on the border, his agents were inciting rebellions in Holland and Guelders and were now stirring things up in the city of Ghent itself.

The brutality of warfare increased, if that was at all possible. When Maximilian took the fortress of Malannoy, he had the French commanders hanged. The French responded by executing fifty Burgundian captives. One of the issues was that the French had no scruples destroying the countryside and starving the Burgundians, whilst Maximilian was reluctant to do the same on territory he hoped would one day return to the Burgundian state.

1479 ended without much progress for either side. The sound of weapons was muffled by the snowfall of the extraordinarily cold winter of 1479/1480. Another reminder that behind all these political events the so-called Little Ice Age was progressing unabated to its climax that gave us Breughel’s delightful pictures of ice skating peasants but also severe food shortages and wide spread deprivation.

The political situation became even more tense when Maximilian introduced a beer tax in the spring of 1480 that resulted in a string of rebellions, even in regions so far loyal. These uprisings and the reluctance of the estates to properly fund the defense of the realm convinced Maximilian and the political party that formed around him, that he had to resume the centralization policy of Charles the Bold. He appointed a new chancellor and took sole charge of matters of war and foreign policy.

As one can imagine, this went down like a ton of bricks in the brick built cities of Ghent and Bruges. The estates demanded that Maximilan and Marie rein in their spending for all the tournaments and mummeries. They responded by celebrating the baptism of their daughter Margaret with all the pomp and circumstances the Burgundian court was still able to muster.

In some ways 1480 and 1481 brought some improvements. The French advance slowed down as they reformed their army. The battle of Guinegate as well as the long string of victories of the Swiss and Hussites prove the usefulness of infantry forces. The French, always reliant on the prowess of their knights faced up to the changing times. Swiss mercenaries became the mainstay of the French army. This restructuring gave Maximilian some breathing space and then, in February 1481, king Louis XI suffered a stroke from which he never fully recovered.

The other theatres of war, in Holland and Guelders did not calm down. Again and again did the young duke take his forces North to separate the cods and hooks in Holland or to bring down another one of the seemingly innumerable fortresses in Guelders. The spiral of brutality tightened further, be it mass execution of Hooks or the sacking of Venlo. But progress was made.

Moreover, the alliance with England too was coming along nicely. Margaret of York had travelled to England was working hard on her brother, and getting through despite heavy bribery by the French. The alliance with Brittany was signed and Marie and Maximilian called their third child Francois in honor of their new  associate. Though this boy died shortly afterwards.

Meanwhile Louis XI’s health kept deteriorating, his end being imminent. His son, the future Charles VIII was still only 12 years old, meaning France would be too preoccupied with regency and infighting to pester the Burgundians.

Wake of Louis XI. Miniature from the Memoirs of Philippe de Commynes.

Hence, in the spring of 1482 the ducal couple could look forward to at least several years of peace and rebuilding of their shattered lands.

 The partying resumed and in March the duchess rode out to a Reiherbeize, a peculiar form of animal cruelty whereby falcons were released to attack and kill herons. Herons were deemed a delicacy and often served at medieval feasts. As she was following her falcon and spurred her horse to jump a ditch, the saddle girth broke and she was thrown off her horse. She landed on a tree trunk and suffered serious damage to her inner organs. It is also likely that she was pregnant. Marie of Burgundy suffered horribly over the following fortnight, before she died on March 27th, 1482, aged just 26.

Mary of Burgundy chased by Death, from the Book of Hours of Mary and Maximilian in Berlin.

On her last day she called the knights of the Golden Fleece to her chamber, explained that she has made her two surviving children, Philip and Magarethe the heirs to all her lands, and Maximilian their guardian. She asked the knights to honor this arrangement and swear fealty to her husband. She said goodbye to Maximilian, Philipp and Margarethe, asked for forgiveness for all the injustices she had committed, receive the last rites, and died.

Maximilian was devastated. He really loved his wife, and for the rest of his life he would treasure her, commission artworks in her memory let her appear in his literary works as the virtuous lady he, as the Last Knight, served for ever. A whole iconography emerged that depicted Mary of Burgundy as the Virgin, a style that found its apotheosis in Albrecht Durer’s Death of the Virgin showing Mary’s last moments.

Albrecht Dürer – Feast of Rose Garlands with Mary of Burgundy as the Virgin

Despite the empty coffers of the Burgundian state, he staged one of the grandest funerals in Burgundian and that means European late medieval history. 15,000 people from all ranks of society came to pay their respects and accompany her coffin to the Church of Our Lady in Bruges. 2,000 priests and monks wearing black and holding candles, a 1,000 noblemen in mourning clothes, 16 counts and bannermen acted as pallbearers,  followed by the heralds of the Burgundian lands carrying her coats of arms, civil servants and army officers and then  Maximilian and the children. Behind them 500 noble ladies, 3,000 wives of the eminent burghers and then the people.

There is a tale that in 1507 Maximilian asked the abbot Johannes Trithemius, a real person with a reputation as a magician and necromancer, to conjure up his first wife, Mary of Burgundy. Trithemius succeeded and Maximilian even recognized a birthmark on her that only he knew about. But the experience shook him so hard, he forbade the abbot to ever to do it again. This story became the source for the story of Dr. Faustus who in both Marlow and Goethe is asked to conjure up Helen of Troy for the emperor’s enjoyment, but desires her himself.

But that only happened in 1507, right now, in 1482, there are much more pressing matters.

King Louis of France, by all accounts on his very last leg, literally jumped up with joy from his deathbed, as the chronicler Philippe de Commines reports. Even though there was still a formal truce in place, he sets his armies in march to throw out the duke of Austria as he had called Maximilian all along. At the same time his agents and supporters in Flanders and Brabant were working overtime.

On April 28th, Marie was barely dead a month, the Estates general came together in Ghent and demanded a share in the guardianship of the ducal children and immediate peace with France. The merchants, artisans and common people  may have continued the fight on behalf of the daughter of Charles the Bold, but not on behalf of Maximilian.

And there had also been a material change in the economics that made a peace with France desirable. In the early stages of the Hundred years war, the great cities of Flanders and Brabant had sided with England against France, since they depended heavily on wool from Wales and Lincolnshire to produce their luxury cloth. But since the 1350s, the English had shifted from exporting wool to manufacturing their own cloth. And their cloth now competed with the Flemish product. Therefore the textile merchants of Ghent, Ypres and Brussels cared more about their end markets in France than their dwindling English supply chain.

Munro, John H. (2003b). “Medieval Woollens: The Western European Woollen Industries and their Struggles for International Markets, c. 1000–1500”. In Jenkins, David (ed.). The Cambridge History of Western Textiles. Vol. 1. Cambridge University Press. pp. 228–324.

Almost overnight the will to resist the French evaporated. The cities that Maximilian had designated as border defenses opened their gates to the French without a shot being fired. In May the estates told Maximilian that peace negotiations are unavoidable and that they sought a marriage between the dauphin Charles and his 2-year old daughter Margarethe.

Maximilian objected, but he could not do anything. The estates refused him money to continue the war, his father was now under serious pressure back home in Austria and would have to leave Vienna the year after. The Imperial diet had once again refused to help the Habsburg in their private venture in Burgundy. And his new ally, king Edward IV of England was dying.

Louis then opened another frontier and unleashed William de la Marche, the boar of the Ardennen, on the long suffering city of Liege. This legendarily brutal nobleman, who some called a partman, not quite human, took over the city and by his own hands killed its bishop, Louis of Bourbon a longstanding ally of the Burgundian dukes. As the dead prelate was floating down the Maas, his murderer convinced the cathedral chapter to make his son the new bishop, whilst at the same time French soldiers occupied the key fortresses in the bishopric.

Euegene Delacroix: the Murder of the bishop of Liege

The treaty the estates negotiated with king Louis set forth that the dowry of little Margaret should include the duchy and county of Burgundy, the Artois, Macon, Auxerre, Charolais, Noyers, Salins, Berry and Boulogne, lands that should fall to her husband, the future king Charles VIII, should she die without children. And to make sure Margarete would become a good French princess, she was to leave for Paris immediately.

The County of Flanders was recognized as a fief of France and its highest court, the Parlement in Paris was given jurisdiction over the county. In other words, the richest part of it all, Flanders became a separate entity.

As for 4-year old Philipp, the heir to the now much diminished state of Burgundy, he should remain under the sole guardianship of the Estates General in Ghent.

As for Maximilian, the estates suggested he returned back to Austria to help his father. They, the estates argued, had no need for his military and administrative skills, since peace was now reigning across the lands.

When Maximilian, under much duress signed the treaty in March 1483, Mary of Burgundy’s accident had happened barely a year ago. All he had fought for, the freedom of Burgundy, his family was gone. The town squares and village greens of France were erupting in celebrations, whilst in the streets of Ghent and Bruges people asked openly, what the Austrian was still doing here. Meanwhile Matthias Hunyady’s cannon were breaking the walls of Vienna. A lesser man would have concluded that god had decided the days of the House of Habsburg are over.

But neither father nor son were prone to such thoughts. They were descendants of the 95 lords of Austria that go back to Greek and Jewish Antiquity and they knew that one day A.E.I.O.U. But that day is not today, maybe it will be next week. Listen in and find out.

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The Burgundian Wedding, 1477

Ep. 217 – When Mary Met Maxi, the Burgundian Wedding History of the Germans

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 217 – The Lucky Marriage of Maximilian and Marie

How often have you heard this phrase “Let others wage war; you, happy Austria, marry”. It goes back to a whole string of marriages, first Maximilian of Habsburg married the heiress of the duchy of Burgundy, then his son married the heiress of Spain and finally his grandson married the heiress of Hungary and Bohemia. And bish bash bosh, an empire is created in the horizontal.

That is nice and neat but not at all true. Sure the marriages happened, but not in the way at least I have been told. There was a lot more drama and a lot more agency than you think. For a whole six months Maximilian, the Last Knight in his shining armour, left Marie of Burgundy to fend off invasions, revolutions and conspiracies on her own. She was imprisoned, her ministers were hanged and she was told marriage to a 7-year old hunchback was her only way out. How she managed through that and found herself in the very first truly passionate marriage we have heard about in the History of the Germans Podcast, well, that is what we are talking about today.

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Last week we ended on the 21st of May, 1477 when Maximilian, archduke of Austria, son of emperor Friedrich III, who had just tuned 18, his head full of tales of chivalric romance, of Lancelot and Percival, Tristan and Roland donned his silver breastplate  and rode out of Vienna to rescue a damsel in distress, who by pure coincidence also happened to be the richest heiress in Europe.

Lukas Cranach: Maximilian as St. George

Every story of valiant knights and virtuous ladies needs a monster, a dragon or some villain who throws obstacles in the way of the great hero that he needs to overcome to prove himself worthy of her love. When Maximilian had his journey to Burgundian power turned into a rhymed novel, these villains were three and their names were Fürwittig, Unfalo and Neidelhart.

Out here in the real world, the villain was only one, King Louis XI of France, and he acted not out of low cunning, but for completely understandable political motives. Nor did he die by the executioner’s hand, as  Fürwittig, Unfalo and Neidelhart did in Maximilian’s tale.But in one way the Theuerdank is true to events, the creativity that Louis showed in his schemes to thwart Maximilian was more than a match for his three-headed fictional avatar.

But I am getting ahead of the story.

Maximilian sets out from Vienna on May 21st, as I said, but Charles the Bold had died on January 5th, that was more than four months earlier. And it would be the beginning of August before he entered the de facto capital of the Burgundian state in Ghent. What happened in the meantime?

Well, quite a lot actually.

News of the battle of Nancy spread quickly across Europe. But initially the news were contradictory. Participants of the battle had seen Charles ride off on his great charger El Moro, and nobody had seen him fall. It took a few days before his body was identified. And even then, it was impossible to believe that the Great Duke of Burgundy, whose image, if it could have been reproduced by modern means, would have graced the bedrooms of teenage boys and girls from Aragon to Albion, that the chivalric hero of the age, was actually dead.

The death of Charles the Bold

King Louis XI of France was probably the first of the key protagonists to receive the news. He had established a courier service for government post in 1464, and that service had brought him the news about the battle of Nancy within just 3 days, his riders having covered a distance of 450km.

Therefore just 3 days after the reckless duke had bitten the snow, Louis XI set his plan in motion.

Louis had been expecting the defeat of Charles in his wars with the Swiss for a while now. It was his money and his diplomacy that had encouraged the creation of the League of Constance, the defection of Rene of Lorraine, and paid for the Swiss mercenaries at Nancy. After Grandson and Murten it was clear that Charles was badly mauled, his resources much diminished and hence a window of opportunity had been opening up. Therefore, even before Charles final battle had begun, Louis had already mustered an army in Champagne and Picardy, ready to march into the duchy of Burgundy and into Franche Comte when the time came. And now the time had come.

Officially Louis marched into Burgundy just to keep it safe for his beloved cousin who was so sadly missing. And when the next courier arrived and told him Charles had actually died, the king of France, giddy with excitement, went on to stage two. It was always clear that upon the demise of the last Burgundian duke, his heir would be his daughter Marie. And Marie, Louis declared could not inherit the duchy of Burgundy, which – as per Salian law, could only be passed down in the male line. The fief was vacant and the king of France’s army came to take what was rightfully his. What Louis argued as a reason to occupy Franche Comte, which was still an imperial, not a royal fief, well, whatever. He had guns and men and that should be enough for now.

Louis XI has received a lot of bad press, in particular in the German and English speaking world.  Sir Walter Scott summarized him as follows: “That sovereign was of a character so purely selfish—so guiltless of entertaining any purpose unconnected with his ambition, covetousness, and desire of selfish enjoyment—that he almost seems an incarnation of the devil himself, permitted to do his utmost to corrupt our ideas of honour in its very source. Nor is it to be forgotten that Louis possessed to a great extent that caustic wit which can turn into ridicule all that a man does for any other person’s advantage but his own, and was, therefore, peculiarly qualified to play the part of a cold hearted and sneering fiend.” Machiavelli had only one criticism of Louis XI, that he replaced his national infantry with the Swiss mercenaries he regarded as unreliable.

Jacob t=de Litemont: Portrait Louis XI of France

A true villain then.

Before we jump on the bandwagon and regard Louis XI as President Snow trying to break up the star-crossed lovers, we should take a step back and look at Louis and his Kingdom of France in the broader political context of the 15th century.

Louis XI was born in 1423, at a time when his father, the dauphin Charles had been disinherited by his own mother and his crown been promised to an English king.  Anglo-Burgundian armies occupied Paris and were inflicting defeat after defeat on the man they called “the king of Bourges” after the rather modest capital of his shrinking territory. When Louis was six, he met Joan of Ark and it was only her divine intervention that made the gradual recovery of the royal house of Valois and the kingdom of France possible. What remained in the personal and institutional memory of the French Kingdom was the notion that the English can be pushed out of the country even if they win all the battles as long as they are alone. An alliance between England and Burgundy however, that could take down the Royal family, even the kingdom itself. And what are the chances God would once again send a 13-year old peasant girl to save the day. Therefore no king of France could sleep soundly as long as there was a  powerful state on their eastern border. When Louis XI attacked Burgundy hours after receiving news of his distant cousin’s defeat, it was not just greed for territory and wealth, but an act of preventive self-defense.

And the sneakiness, the double dealing, the paying of agents and hidden allies – well it wasn’t cricket, but then, he was fighting for the survival of his dynasty that had nearly been wiped out 50 years earlier.

O.K. the state of the Grand Dukes of the West had to go, but how could that be done?

Well the first step was to take over the southern part, the duchy of Burgundy and the Franche Comte, which happened within just days. But these were the economically and militarily less significant parts and also disconnected from the main territory. So how to get hold of the rest?

There were a couple of cities in what is today the regions of Picardie, Pas de Calais and Ardennes that had been part of the lands of Charles the Bold, but, like the duchy of Burgundy, were to revert to the crown in case of the absence of a male heir. And so Louis dispatches several of his lords to negotiate with the citizens about a handover, and as always provided them with bags of cash to facilitate the process.

But at some point it was clear that he would run into some form of resistance. The question is, what to do then.

Option one was to simply use brute force and invade Flanders, Brabant, Hainault, Luxemburg and afterwards Holland, Seeland and Guelders.

Option 2 was to compel the heiress, Marie of Burgundy to break the engagement with Maximilian and marry her to his son, the future king Charles VIII.

Both options had their difficulties. Marie was 20 and Charles VIII only 7 years old and rumored to be extremely ugly. Louis acknowledged that problem and would have offered Marie the alternative of marrying a French prince of more suitable age and appearance.

Portrait of King Charles VIII of France (1470–1498)

But even that would not have resolved the other issue, that Marie was engaged to the son of the emperor Friedrich III and that most of her lands were imperial territory. The insult to the empire that would result from the broken engagement and the French expansion deep into the imperial lands could once again galvanize the princes as it had happened during the Siege of Neuss.

So, not as easy a run as some suggested. But definitely an easier run than the brute force approach. Taking all the Burgundian lands from a defenseless princess and without legal justification, that was going to raise even more eyebrows, let alone armies.

Decisions had to be made quickly, since any time now the pesky Habsburg prince could show up in Flanders with a massive imperial army and the game would be up. So Louis did all of it, all at the same time.

He opened negotiation with Marie and her mother, Margaret of York about a potential marriage to his son. At the same time his armies began encircling cities who had not immediately succumbed to French money, flattery or legal arguments.

As for the cities beyond the reach of his guns, he instructed his envoys to bribe city councils, and where that failed, incite revolt. One of these envoys was Olivier le Daim, count of Meulan, a particularly colorful character. Born to humble parents in a village near Ghent, he had  sought his fortune in Paris, where he became a barber. By some unclear mechanism, he got into royal service as the valet and then barber of the king. That was quite a responsible job, since the barber was the only man who was allowed to approach the king with an open knife. It was also well paid given the propensity of the age to hire assassins. He makes an appearance in Vicor Hugo’s Hunchback of Notre Dame: quote This barber of the king had three names. At court he was politely called Olivier le Daim (the Deer); among the people Olivier the Devil. His real name was Olivier le Mauvais, aka Olivier the bad.

Skimming the main sources about Olivier the Bad I am not sure that he really was that bad. He was extraordinarily loyal to his king, which is not a surprise given his elevation from barber to baron, but I have not seen an allegation that he was doing the king’s dirty work, the poisoning and murdering, so common in the Renaissance. Which suggests his real crime was rising too high, and when Louis died, Olivier was immediately hanged by the nobility for insolence, ending in the same mass grave as Esmeralda.

Anyway. Olivier was given the most important job, which was to go to Ghent and either convince Marie to marry little Charles VIII of France or, should that fail, stir up things in this legendarily rebellious city. As you can imagine Marie did not yield to the charms or arguments of the royal barber, which is why he concentrated on plan B.

Ok, we have Louis XI bribing and fighting his way into the Grand Duchy of the West, but what was the heir to the Burgundian lands up to?

The anonymous chronicle of Flanders said quote: “And his daughter Marie was left, young and without experience, burdened with so heavy an inheritance that no man would have dared bear it.” This is one of those quotations that is both entirely accurate and utterly misleading. Inexperienced is often equated to naïve, amateurish and hence in dire need of a someone who takes decisions on her behalf. But it could also simply mean that so far she had been kept away from the affairs of state and hence had not experienced what it meant to rule. But she might be a fast learner.

Marie of Burgundy

I will leave the judgement to you, whilst I will first talk about why Burgundy in 1477 was a “heavy inheritance” and then tell you how she handled it.

The state of Burgundy had not emerged organically as a product of cultural affinity, but was purely a product of the ambitions of a cadet branch of the French royal family. Its lands straddled the border between the kingdom of France and the Holy Roman Empire. Parts of it, namely the duchy of Burgundy itself, the Artois and most of Flanders were fiefs of the king of France, whilst Brabant, Hainault, Holland, Seeland, Friesland, Limburg, Liege, Utrecht, Guelders, the Franche Comte and Luxemburg were imperial fiefs. Some regions spoke French, other various dialects of low German. There were the great textile manufacturing cities like Ghent, Ypres, Arras, Tournai and the trading hubs of Bruges, Antwerp and Amsterdam, but also large sways of food producing countryside. Some regions were used to tight control by the duke, such as Hainault, others had almost complete independence, like Friesland, in some regions there were long standing feuds like the cods and hooks in Holland, others acted in unison. If you have even just a cursory understanding of Belgian politics, you get the picture.

The grand dukes had been working for a long period trying to forge these diverse components into one coherent and contiguous state, like France and England and Portugal etc. Under Charles the Bold this long held dream was about to become reality. Charles policy had three main components, one was to establish a land bridge between the duchy of Burgundy in the south and the Low countries in the North, that is why Lorraine became one of his key obsessions. The second element was the crown of a kingdom of Burgundy. Like Karl IV had done with the St. Wenceslaus crown in Bohemia, Charles believed by creating a crown as a symbol of his state, he could tie his nobles, cities, even peasants to an idea, a political concept, something that transcended the personal loyalty to him as their duke. And part three of the strategy was to centralise power in his territory. He sidelined the courts on the level of his various duchies and counties and either linked them to or replaced them by a high court in the town of Mechelen. He did the same with the fiscal administration and strengthened central government function, headed by his chancellor.

Session of the Parliament of Mechelen presided over by Charles the Bold. 17th century drawing after a 15th-century original

None of these policies were popular with the proud cities or the estates of his duchies and counties. They pushed back against the ever increasing tax burden that Charles imposed to fund his wars of expansion. They balked at the expense of the court, the splendour of which shifted from a source of pride for the locals to a symbol of extortion. But what they really objected to was the suppression of all their individual rights and privileges, the freedoms they had accumulated over centuries.

These objections had fuelled endless revolts, including those in Dinant and Liege. Charles response had been to burn both cities to the ground and kill its citizens by the hundreds and thousands. At which point Charles needed to build up an ever larger army to both fight abroad and suppress his opponents at home. Which increased the tax burden even more, which in turn accelerated the centralisation policy, which in turn fuelled the anger and resentment against the regime. Which led to more repression, more expense for military forces and so forth and so forth.

When Marie confirmed her father’s death almost a month after the battle of Nancy, all this anger and hatred broke through to the surface. Preachers called the demise of the duke, Gods punishment for his excessive tyranny and it is surprising that the mob did not celebrate it by lighting bonfires and partying through the night.

Almost immediately after the announcement that Charles was definitely dead, the Estates General, aka the assembly of all the powerful people in the Low Countries came together. They did recognise Marie as the legitimate heir to all the lands of her father. But, the centralised state of Charles the Bold was to be dismantled, the court in Mechelen abolished, fiscal authority returned to the estates in the individual duchies and counties, all ancient rights and privileges of the cities to be confirmed and their right of resistance should the ducal government exceed their prerogatives recognised. Marie’s role had become that of a symbol of the state with limited power. But, the good news was, that a least the state continued to exist.

The city of Ghent, the largest agglomeration in the Low Countries, probably even the largest city north of the Alps, became the epicentre of political unrest. The fall of the duke and the broad re-arrangement of responsibilities and powers encouraged the middle classes, the artisans and their guilds to demand more influence in city politics, and in particular protection against the emerging protoindustrial manufacturers of cloth. Young men were now roaming the streets and pulling former Burgundian officials out of their houses and beat them up, sometimes strung them up on lampposts. Well not lampposts since they did not exist, so whatever posts they may find.

View of Ghent, 1534

Faced with this chaos, Marie gave in to the demands of the Estates General and granted the Grand Privilege which reset the political situation to a fictitious time before the centralisation efforts of the Burgundian dukes. If she had thought this had resolved issues, she was sorely mistaken. Wherever she travelled in the following weeks, she was made to sign similar decrees, handing over her rights as duchess or countess to the estates.

Marie grants the Great Privlege

On the positive side, apart from a general recognition of Marie as heir, was that the estates raised troops to defend the borders of Marie’s patrimony. This slowed Louis down, but did not stop him. Cities and fortresses negotiated with the king of France and often times swapped sides as support from Ghent was arriving much slower than the bags of gold from Paris.

Hanging over all of this was now the question who should join Marie and her lands in Holy Matrimony. Louis, as we have already heard, had put forward his son, the hunchbacked dauphin Charles. There were also some other chancers around, one being the duke of Cleves who offered his lands as a neat way to round up the Burgundian territory, then another von Cleves who had no land, but was apparently quite handsome and a childhood friend of Marie’s. Marie’s mother briefly suggested her brother, the duke of Clarence, he who later ended up drowned in a barrel of malmsey wine. And then there was Maximilian.

Marie and her suitors

But it was not entirely Marie’s decision. Now that the Great Privilege had been signed, the Estates General demanded their say in the negotiations. So there were two delegations negotiating with Louis XI, one comprising Marie’s chancellor, Willem Huguonet and one of her courtiers, Guy d’Humbercourt as well as  another delegation made up of the representatives of Ghent and the estates. When the city delegation came to Louis, he saw them as rabble, the typical rebellious folk from Ghent. He was not really interested in doing a deal with them.  Instead he used the opportunity to blow up Flanders for good. He showed the city delegates a letter from Marie’s hand that said in no uncertain terms, that she would only accept terms negotiated by her chancellor and 3 other named individuals. Any arrangements made with the city were of no import to her. As it happened, that was pretty much the opposite of what she had told the Estates General.

News of that, what the people of Ghent variously called deception, betrayal and treason, set the streets alight. Huguonet, Hambercourt and the two others named in Marie’s letter were dragged to the main square, tried for treason and convicted. Marie immediately pardoned them to save their lives, but the pardon was disregarded. All four were hanged on April 3, 1477.

Execution of William Hugonet, miniature from 1477 by the Master of Mary of Burgundy

Now the whole of the Burgundian state blew up. Whoever had shown sympathies for Charles’ policies in the past was deposed and sometimes tried and hanged. In Holland the ancient civil war between Hooks and Cods resumed. The artisans and sometimes the mob took control of several towns.

Marie became a prisoner in her palace in Ghent. Her mother and closest adviser was sent away. Communication with the outside world became difficult. Marie’s lady in waiting smuggled one letter out to her betrothed, young Maximilian in Vienna, that he should come as quickly as possible, since otherwise quote: “I would have to do things that I would never voluntarily want to do” end quote.

Young Maximilian meanwhile was stuck back in Vienna. As we heard last week, the king of Hungary and his tremendous and tremendously expensive standing army was preparing to attack Austria. Hunyadi may have received some generous support from Louis XI, though this may not even have been necessary. The Raven King wanted Austria for his grand central European empire.

One can imagine Maximilian being torn between his loyalty to help his father defending their homeland against a hugely threatening, powerful invader, whilst at the same time his fiancée, daughter of his childhood hero was in dire straits, held prisoner by ruffians and attacked by a slippery, scheming French king. It was not an easy decision.

He sent a delegation headed by his protonotary, Dr. Georg Hessler to Ghent to discuss the detail of the marriage contract. Hessler had been closely involved in the negotiations since Neuss and was familiar with all the details. He was by the way another commoner playing a crucial role in these events, just like Olivier the Bad, the French royal barber and Willem Hugueonot, the executed Burgundian chancellor. This is a period of history where society is much more permeable than it had been even just a 100 years earlier and equally more permeable than it would be 200 years later. All these men could rise to incredibly powerful positions on merit alone. This did of course not happen on the back of territorial princes diving deep into predecessors of Adam Smith or John Stuart Mills. The reason they promoted these often highly educated and incredibly bright men, was because they were unencumbered by connections to the leading aristocratic families and they were fiercely loyal, two things the nobles never were.

Hence Dr. Georg Hessler led Maximilians embassy to Burgundy. But though ambitious commoners drive events, the external veneer still had to be embellished by great nobles. So with him came the archbishop of Trier, the bishop of Metz, the Count Palatine Ludwig of Veldenz and 300 riders, their armour polished so as to blind the Ghenters with their reflection.

Instead of leaving these men waiting, as would have been quite common, Marie welcomed them warmly on the doorstep. Once indoors, the bishop of Metz begins the formal proceeding announcing Maximilian’s intention to marry the gracious lady of Burgundy.  He handed over a letter with a diamond inside as a sign of how serious the Habsburg takes this suit. That would normally kick off a procedure that went on for weeks of hard negotiation over the details of apanage, the dowry, the morning gift, the rights of the groom, yada, yada, yada.

This time, the venerable bishop had barely finished his little speech praising Maximilian’s great qualities as husband, warrior and prince, when Marie interrupted him and went – o.k., let’s do it. Like right here and right now. Everyone looked round confused. No, no, her father had said Max was a sound guy and since he told me to marry him, I will marry him. Can we get on with it now?

And indeed, the next evening Marie of Burgundy and Maximilian of Habsburg were married by proxy. Ludwig Count Palatine stood in for Maximilian and in an attempt to make this as permanent as possible, the couple shared a bed for the night, though obviously separated by an unsheathed sword, and presumably a sentry guarding the lady’s honour.

Meanwhile Hessler wrote back to his master saying, get here asap. Do not think about the cost, this is going to be so worth it. The Low Countries alone could throw up 1.2 million guilders per year. For comparison, the imperial title produced just 20,000 and Austria maybe 200,000. And of course with all the bedding of duchesses business, the honour of Austria and the archducal family was now at stake. Come, come, make haste.

The Austrian delegates were doubly keen on the swift arrival of their lord, since the febrile situation in the low countries could easily turn against them and they could join Mrss. Hugueonot et.al. whose bodies were still swinging on the gallows.

Because something quite unexpected had happened. The arrival of the imperial delegation had created a sudden shift in the public opinion. 3 months of exposure to French aggression had caused doubts amongst the citizens of Ghent and the Estates General as to whether the king of France would be an upgrade to Charles the Bold and would respect their ancient freedoms. A quick scan of what was going on in France itself revealed that Louis XI was no less keen on centralisation than the Burgundian dukes, just did not burn down his own cities that often. And the chaos in the streets, the rebellious artisans and renewed fighting made the leading merchants and landowners distinctly uncomfortable. Then news spread that Louis had brought in 4,000 men with sickles and scythes to cut down the harvest, in an attempt to starve out Ghent, Ypres and Bruges. Rumours of hangings and broken promises inside French occupied cities did the rest. Seeing the 300 armoured riders coming in through the city gates reminded them that French Blue wasn’t the only colour.

As the wedding was announced, the people began shouting Kaiser, Kaiser and Maximilian, Maximilian. The garrisons of St. Omer, Aire, Conde and Valenciennes took heart and  stood up to the French tide. The remnants of Charles’ army trickled back from Lorraine and replenished the garrisons. The state of Burgundy was back.

Their hope now rested on Maximilian, and even more so, his father Friedrich III, to bring in the mighty armies of the Empire. They had seen this army before, when it had appeared before Neuss. Its knights, hardened in dozens of feuds, the infantry with their pikes that had fought in the Mainzer Stiftsfehde, the Princes war, the Soester Stiftsfehde, and innumerable now forgotten wars. And let’s not forget that what is now Switzerland was still part of the empire, and these men of Grandson, Murten and Nancy, as the Burgundians had so painfully learned, were invincible.

Swiss praying before the battle of Grandson

All eyes turned south, where any minute now the young prince would appear and throw out the French and bring peace, a peace where the ancient freedoms are preserved, just as they are in the rest of the Holy roman Empire.

Maximilian, hearing of the 1.2 million gulden, the support from the local populace and the physical attribute of his betrothed, set off in May. But it took him 3 months before he entered the great city of Ghent.

What has he been doing in the meantime? Well, the problem was that Maximilian understood full well what Marie and the Burgundians expected him to bring as a morning gift, aka a massive army of German supersoldiers. And he also knew that his father, under attack from Matthias Hunyadi, could not give him a massive army of German supersoldiers, in fact he could not spare a single man. All Friedrich could do was to call in favours, officially bestow the imperial fiefs on Marie and wish his son and soon to be daughter in law the best of luck.

Maximilian now travelled from one court to the next begging for men and money to defend the western border of the empire against the machinations of the French. But success eluded him. Louis had been busy bribing German princes not just to refuse help, but to stake their own claims. The king of Bohemia demanded Luxemburg, the Wittelsbachs Holland, Seeland and Hainault and  even cousin Sigismund of Tyrol, Maximilians closest surviving relative said no, whilst counting the 50,000 gulden Louis XI had given him and which he would undoubtably waste on more girls and guns.

Maximilian arrived in Ghent at the beginning of August 1477 with just 1,200 horse, many of those bought with Burgundian money. But many mighty princes and archbishops accompanied him and he himself was the business. Atop his palfrey, clad in white over his silver and gold armour, 18 years old, not really handsome, but physically strong, with a determined face, he appeared, as one chronicler said, like an angel descending from heaven. And Ghent did return the favour. The streets were covered in flowers, triumphal arches had been erected, the burghers hung their hugely valuable tapestries from their balconies and everywhere people shouted You are our duke and prince, defend us or, most unusual for the rebellious Ghent, one banner read, “Whatever you tell us to do, we will do it”.

Maximilian’s entry into Ghent

Straight from the procession, Maximilian headed to Ten Walle, the ducal palace. Having passed through a line of torches he for the very first time encountered his bride. The reception now followed Burgundian court protocol with long speeches, praising each other’s lineage and fecundity. And then we move into something our boy from Styria may not have expected. His intended mother in law told him that Marie had hidden a carnation close to her heart, the symbol of pure love and good luck. To which he may have responded, oh, yeah, cool. But then his mother-in-law insisted that he should go and get it. Question mark, question mark? Maximilian had, had girlfriends before, but he was not used to opening lady’s corsets in public. But that is exactly what the archbishop of Trier now suggested he did….There is a Netherlandish picture of Maximilian in the Kunsthistorische Museum that shows him as a young man, holding a carnation , and frankly, looking utterly bewildered.

Maximilian with Carnation

They got married the next day in a, by Burgundian standards, modest ceremony. The ongoing war, impending famine and the mourning period for Charles the Bold prevented a full display of the splendour of the greatest of the late medieval courts.

But that was not necessary, because these two, Maximilian and Marie hit it off like we have never seen before in a princely wedding. Maximilian wrote back to his friend, Prüschenk, and forgive me if I do this in German, but it just works that much better, quote: Ich hab ein schöns, froms tugendhafftigs Weib,….und dank Gott. Sie ist ..von leib klein, viel kleiner als die Rosina und schneweiss; ein pruns Haar, ein kleins Nasl, ein kleins heuptel und antlitz, praun undt grabe Augen gemischt, schön und lauter; dann das unter heutel an augen ist herdann gesenkt, gleich als sie geschlaffen hiet, doch es ist nit wohl zumerckhen. Der Mund ist etwas hoch doch rein und rot. Sonst vieler schöner Jungfrauen alls ich all miein tag einer gesehen hab, und frölich“ end quote.

Maximilian and Marie

I would like to translate that, but I can’t. Let’s just say that he describes all her little minor imperfections and then says that she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And for all his life he will profess his love to her. She appears in all his pseudoautobiographies as the lady he aspires to be worthy of, he has her depicted as the virgin in his altarpieces, in portraits, forever young, forever beautiful.

Marie at prayer

But there was none of that detached admiration thing that runs through chivalric literature. She was smart, decisive, and in these first months after her father’s death had shown enormous resilience, so he trusted her judgement. They worked together, and they played together. Both of them were mad about hunting, tournaments, music and dancing. She would ride along chasing boar, stag, fox and cheer him on when he was jousting with an opponent, danced with him at the mummeries he so loved. They were made for each other, and within barely a year she gave birth to a son, Philipp, named after her grandfather and the founder of the Burgundian dynasty.

Marie of Burgundy on horseback

So, all was great. Tu Felix Austria, Nube. All of Burgundy is now gone to the Habsburgs, the road to an empire where the sun never sets is wide open.

Well, don’t we forget something here? Ah, the army that Maximilian was supposed to bring. Where is that? Well, nowhere to be seen. All he had brought were 1,200 men against Louis XI’s army of 20,000 well trained and well equipped forces. And Louis was not going to give up on Burgundy. He could not. As long as Burgundy exists, every French king is in mortal danger. The war will go on, and next week we will see whether Maximilian can do more than woo an heiress. I hope you will join us again.

And those of you who feel for poor Maximilian who had to bow his head in shame, admitting to his beloved wife that unfortunately, he does not have the money and the power that she had expected, remember, you can put him back in the saddle at least here on this podcast. You know where to go and you know what to do.

A Childhood between the Middle Ages and the Renaissance

Ep. 216 – The Youth of Emperor Maximilian I History of the Germans

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 216: The Youth of Emperor Maximilian I, which is also episode 14 of Season 11: The Fall and Rise of the House of Habsburg.

What is it like to grow up the son of the emperor? For most of the rulers of the Holy Roman Empire we have covered so far, no idea. There are scarce reports about the way the princes grew up, safe for tales like the emperor Ludwig the Bavarian being kidnapped by his pet monkey. But now, as the Late Middle Ages make way for the Renaissance, we can see the boy who would be king at play, being fed by his nursemaid and pretending to be a knight at a tournament.

Maximilian as a baby eaing

And even better, this emperor is Maximilian, the last Knight, one of the most iconic rulers of his time. Come along as we descend into the delights and terrors of his epic childhood, complete with mythmaking in drawings and woodcuts.

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And with that, back to the show.

So far in this podcast we have not talked much about the childhood of the key protagonists. The only case I can remember is that of Karl IV and his relationship with his father, John, the blind king of Bohemia. And most of what we know about his childhood and his relationship with his father came from reading between the lines of his autobiography and the fact that he did consistently 180 degree the opposite of his father.

With Maximilian, things are very different. We hear about his fear as a little boy during the siege of Vienna, him getting stuffed with sweets by his mum and his early memories. There is even a woodcut showing him just playing for fun.

And as we are talking about childhood in the late Middle Ages, it may be worthwhile looking into this question whether premodern people loved their children as much as we do, or at least intend to do.

This debate goes back to a French historian, Philippe Aries, who published “l’enfant et la vie familiale sous l’ancien regime” in 1960, better known by its English title “Centuries of Childhood“. Aries looked at the depiction of children in art before 1500, where they often appear in adult dress and act as miniature adults. The same he thought was the case in literature, where childhood is very rarely a topic, and where it is mentioned, children are disposable, effectively lesser adults. And indeed if you look at the donors on medieval altarpieces, their children tend to wear the same clothes as the adults, just smaller. Even the Christ Child is often shown detached from the virgin with a much older face. It wasn’t before the early renaissance in Italy that Jesus is shown as a human baby clinging to his mother.

From this he concluded, that childhood is a recent idea and that parenting in the Middle Ages was largely detached. Nuclear family bonds of love did not exist in the era, and children died too often to allow parents to get too emotionally attached to them. They weren’t treated as delicate and would spend a lot of time outside family structures, sometimes fostered out as domestic servants or to be brought up by nursemaids.

This book caused a huge amount of controversy and created a whole cottage industry of medieval scholars rebutting the thesis.

I am in no position to make any meaningful contribution to this debate. However, from a purely anthropological and biological perspective a society where parents fail to build true emotional bonds with their children would find it hard to function. And as for children wearing adult clothes in portraits, two things spring to mind. One, do even the adults wear these clothes every day? Of course not. They have themselves painted in their Sunday best. And so are their children. The fact that my kids’ school photos show them wearing jacket and ties, or demure skirt and blouse, sadly does not mean that they called me sir and  made sure they were seen but not heard. 

And when it comes to the lack of records about childhood in literature, we have to remember that paper only began spreading around europe in 14th century. The first German paper mill opened in Nurnberg in 1390 and in England it took until 1490 for paper to be produced there. Vellum, as we heard in the Gutenberg episode, was extraordinarily expensive. Hence what adults wrote down were the things adults found most important, theology, history, politics, science and chivalric romance. And most of these adults who wrote things down were clerics who lived in religious houses without children.

So, concluding from the absence of reports about childhood games that medieval parents did not love their children is the same as saying, the lack of articles in the Financial times covering the subject of kids playing in the mud, proves that bankers are bad fathers, well they may be, but it is not the journalists fault.

On the balance of probability, I would say that medieval mums and dads loved and cared about their children as much as we do, and that the terrible child mortality left them with a lot more grief to deal with than we have to do.

But there is one thing that I agree with Aries about, which is that the way children and childhood are depicted and recorded changed in the 15th century. And quite profoundly. The childhood of the future emperor Maximilian I lies exactly in this transition period, which is why we have a record of it, a record that may help us understand the man and political actor he became.

He was born on Maundy Thursday of the year 1459, in the east tower of the castle of Wiener Neustadt. When he was in his late thirties he asked the humanist and writer Joseph Grünpeck to effectively ghostwrite his autobiography, the History of Friedrich III and Maximilian. And in this, let’s say mildly embellished account, the newborn Maximilian, when washed in his tiny bathtub, for a very brief moment stood up, which is not quite as impressive as Hercules strangling snakes as a newborn, but still a clear sign of great power and glory ahead.

Maximilian in the Bathtub: AT-OeStA/HHStA HS B 9 Joseph Grünbeck: Historia Friderici et Maximiliani, 16. Jh. (Einzelstück (Aktenstück, Bild, Karte, Urkunde))

And so he needed to receive a grand and powerful name. Constantinople had fallen just 6 years earlier and though Friedrich III famously did nothing about it, he – as emperor – was now officially responsible for getting it back. Hence Constantine would be a most suitable name for his eldest son and heir. Several of his siblings would end up with Byzantine names like Helena, John and Christoph. Another option was George, after St. George, the hero of Christian chivalry and patron of the knightly order Friedrich III founded a few years later. But the emperor went for the name of a local Austrian Saint, Maximilian of Lorch, a missionary who was decapitated when he refused to abandon Christianity. As far as saints go, he is about as local and as obscure as you can get. Still he had appeared to Friedrich III in a dream and had saved him in one of his very few battles. And that is why we now have so many Maxes. My grandfather was a Max, and it is a top 50 first name in Germany and even in the UK. Chances are, you have a Max in the family. And now you know where the name comes from, a dream of the Imperial Arch Sleepy Hat.

Maximilian vom Pongau, Statue in der Kirche St. Anna in Sulzbach-Rosenberg.

Even if young Max did not stand up at birth, physical strength and dexterity was a key theme in his childhood and later life. His father, despite being tall and broad shouldered had always been a bit flabby. Not his son. Maximilian came much more after his grandfather, and even more his grandmother. Ernst the Iron had been a legendary warrior, a master in the handling of all weaponry and given his moniker, was never out of his armour. And his wife, Maximilan’s grandmother the legendary Cymburgis of Mazovia, the alluring daughter of a polish duke and famously strong, able to bend horseshoes and push nails into walls with her bare hands.

But long before he could show any physical prowess himself, the future emperor was thoroughly traumatised as Friedrich III’s reign hit its low point. The weeks in the Hofburg in 1463, hiding from the cannonballs down in the cellars left him with a constant fear of being overpowered, a need to be stronger and more aggressive, fending off attacks as hard as he could. He never openly dismissed his father, but master Grünpeck had to marshal all his remarkable faculties to make Friedrich III look powerful and admirable. He declared the old emperor had become all powerful thanks to his cunning and conniving, playing the disloyal princes one against the other, so he could punish his enemies without a single stroke of the sword.

Attack on the castele of Vienna 1463 (grunpeck) AT-OeStA/HHStA HS B 9 Joseph Grünbeck: Historia Friderici et Maximiliani, 16. Jh. (Einzelstück (Aktenstück, Bild, Karte, Urkunde))

Maximilian writes that his father had again and again allowed traitors who had spread malicious rumours and insults get away with no more than a mild dressing down, saying that the tongues are meant to be free, and should not be constrained by the law. What he called the patience of the emperor compelled his mother, the formidable Eleanore of Portugal to say to her husband, quote: “you are not worth covering your shame with a loincloth as long as you do not punish crimes with all severity, by not doing so you are just opening the floodgates to mischief”. Maximilian writes that this was said in jest, but hey, if I was from the most illustrious family of Portuguese kings and navigators, and my husband got me shot at by some plebs and eat porridge for weeks, I would not be joking about sending him out into the cold without underpants…

And deep down it seems that is what Maximilian thought as well. It is quite evident that Maximilian’s attachment to his mother had been much closer than that to his father. Eleanor was much livelier, sometimes volatile and more exciting than his sedate, considerate father.

eleanor and Maximilian from Weisskunig

As was common for noble families, Maximilian was almost immediately handed over to nursemaids and nannies to be brought up. It was a Habsburg tradition that the small children ate and played with the children of the servants. We even have a small drawing of little Maximilian, complete with archducal hat, being fed alongside the other children in the household of Wiener Neustadt. These relationships seem to have remained beyond childhood and shaped him.

Maximilian turned out to be one of these people who could talk to anyone, be it a bishop,  a banker, a baker or a beggar. Sure, he was a Habsburg and he believed his family was predestined to rule the world. He adopted A.E.I.O.U, his father’s weird motto that became Alles Erdreich ist Oesterreich Untertan, he knew for a fact that there had been 95 lords of Austria going back to Noah and that Caesar and Nero had elevated the archduchy to the most venerable province of the roman empire. But at the same time, he was never haughty or condescending. The word that was most often used to describe him was “leutselig”, which is usually translated as affable or amiable, but has an additional component of really enjoying the company of others of die Leut, the people. And that is always and for everyone a hugely valuable thing, but given Maximilian almost always lacked hard power, these soft skills was what built the Habsburg-Burgundian empire.

Maximilian talking to everyone (from weisskunig)

Once he had come out of the nursery he turned into a wild child, exploring the castle of Wiener Neustadt, its stables, armouries, walls and ditches, large forests and the gardens his father so fastidiously catered for. Coming along on these quests were now the sons of the local nobility, many of whom became friends for life. There was even a Turkish prince, Omar Kalixt, allegedly a half-brother of Mehmet the conqueror amongst his circle. But this is not the court of Louis XIV with levees and courtiers shuffling backwards out of the room. In his daily life, Friedrich III was a modest man, and so was the little court he gave to his son. There was simple food, hearty games and true friendship.

Maximilian and his mates hunting (Grunpeck)

Still a shadow hung over this image of an idyllic, or as my son would say, wholesome  childhood. Maximilian barely spoke until he was six years old and even later was closed off with his parents and teachers. Most historians ascribe this to the way his was schooled.

We are now in the early modern period, and an illiterate prince had become inconceivable. As Friedrich III said, an uneducated monarch is nothing but a crowned ass. Children were hence introduced to the key elements of the medieval education, the trivium and then the quadrivium, i.e., first logic, grammar and rhetoric and then arithmetic, geometry, music and astronomy.

The first three were the stumbling block, since what these highfalutin terms, logic, grammar and rhetoric meant was learning Latin and that meant learning the Donatus, that Latin textbook that was amongst the first things Gutenberg ever printed. His mother had approached an eminent humanist to teach her son, using the book on education of the old family friend, Aenea Silvio Piccolomini. But Friedrich did not trust anyone with his son, except for his loyal Styrians. The first of his teachers was o.k., but the second was much harsher. Corporal punishment was common on so many levels, including in schooling. And -with his father’s permission – his praeceptor Peter Engelbrecht beat little Maximilian hard whenever his Latin vocab or grammar fell behind the standards that he expected. Once when lightning struck the castle and Maximilian laughed at his teacher’s startled expression, he was slapped for that as well. The net effect was that he never learned really good Latin, though he became fluent in Slovenian, French, Flemish, English, even Spanish not through books but by talking to lords, ladies, labourers and Landsknechts. And he kept a grudge for his old schoolmaster for the rest of his life.

Maximilian in school (grunpeck)

To escape the horrors of the schoolroom, he fled to his mother’s chambers where he was fed sweets and presumably got the warmth and love his father did not convey to him as easily. In fact the parents had a massive row over Eleanor’s habit of giving the kids candy. The emperor accused her of stuffing them to death. And of their five children, three died. When Maximilian’s sister Kunigunde got sick, Friedrich personally cared for her, limiting her to his modest and presumably healthier diet.

One can only imagine little Maximilian’s pain at his mother’s death when he was just 8 years old. Eleanor barely made it to 30 and succumbed to some sort of stomach ailment, possibly cancer, which suggests Maxmilian witnessed her slow and agonising death. He venerated his mother for the rest of his life. Depictions of her in his commissions made her resemble a saint, even the virgin, rather than a real life person. 

Eleanor of Portugal by Hans Burgkmair

As he grew older, he escaped the clutches of Peter Engelbrecht and experienced a more enjoyable form of learning. He had an unknown instructor who taught him drawing and  calligraphy. That was far more up his street, and as we will find out, Maximilian became an extremely knowledgeable patron of the graphic arts, and even more astute at utilising imagery for his political aims.

His next set of teachers helped him develop an interest in the subjects of the higher learning, in particular history and politics. It is often said that he never developed much aptitude with numbers, leaving him prey to the economic genius of Jakob Fugger. I have read varied opinions about that and so we should leave this subject until we get to it.

One of the reasons there is debate about what he did or did not learn has to do with the way Maximilian managed his image. As we will see, propaganda and PR were crucial in the way he operated politically. And part of that propaganda were various accounts he commissioned of his early life. We already talked about Grunpeck’s History of Friedrich III and Maximilian, which is a highly flattering but otherwise traditional chronicle. Maximilian also commissioned a rhymed poem called the Theuerdank, a sort of chivalric romance where a young prince has to master various challenges, defeat evil opponents and resist temptations to be worthy to marry the rich princess in the west, where obviously Theuerdank is Maximilian and the princess is Mary of Burgundy. Towards the end of his life he commissioned another book, another way for him to create a mythology about himself.

This book is called the Weisskunig, which is witty play with words, as it means both the White king, as well as the Wise king. But that is pretty much the only witty thing about it. In 251 woodcuts the reader is introduced to a fictitious Maximilian who is a mix of Jesus, Aristotle, Archimedes, Hercules, Thomas Aquinus, Michelangelo, Mozart and even Nicholas Flamel. This mega Maximilian is a total genius, disputes with the wise men in a brace of languages, helps painters to find their style, builders to improve the sturdiness of their houses, teaches armourers how to harden the steel, plays music better than the greatest musicians – in short, a totally insufferable know-it-all. This book covers Maximilian’s life well into the Italian wars, or as he described them, the war against the King of Fish, aka the doge of Venice.  In a way he was lucky this self magnification set in scene through the much more magnificent woodcuts of Hans Burgkmaier was only published long after his death. All this material makes it harder, rather than simpler, to figure out how he actually grew up, and what he learned.

But even if he did not excel in intellectual pursuits as much as he later in life pretended to have done, it is obvious is that Maximilian was a man who loved, and I mean, really loved physical activity, adventure, and blowing things up. From early on, he and his group of friends spent most of their time riding horses, hunting with dogs and falcons, training for the dozens of different forms people could hurt each other in tournaments, even getting to grips with handguns and cannon. One time Maximilian had horded enough gunpowder that he could have blown up the bombard and himself, but luckily someone found out and stopped him. Aged six he got his first set of armour that he wore with pride around the courtyards of Wiener Neustadt.

Maximilian playing with guns

As he grew into a teenager, the intellectual education receded more and more into the background and Maximilian focused more and more on practical topics, and that meant for a prince, even in the late 15th century, warfare, both individual fighting skills as well as military strategy, tactics and technology.

This he approached with the mindset of an encyclopaedia, a comprehensive compendium of all the available information about a subject. For example he commissioned the Freydal, another one of these pseudo autobiographies which on the one hand recounts the story of a knight and son of a mighty prince, trying to win the heart of three beautiful ladies. But it is also an exhaustive tableau of two things, tournament techniques and mummery. There are 256 miniature pictures, depicting sixty-four tournaments, which involve all conceivable forms of simulated combat, on horseback and on foot, and a variety of evening entertainments, usually masked balls or wild dances featuring all kinds of costumes and dance moves. There is even one where the men wear women’s clothing – just to prove that there is nothing new under the sun.

Freydal Mummery Folio 207

But at age 14, if you could have looked into his head, what you would have found above all, were the chivalric romances, the tales of Percival and Lancelot, of Tristan and Siegfried. He was a boy who loved sports, who loved armour, weapons and above all, adventure. In what world would he not have seen himself as the 15th century version of the superhero, the chivalric knight out on his quest to slay dragons and gain the heart of the lady of his dreams.

All this sounds very late medieval. All this talk of chivalry, fighting techniques and damsels in distress may get one to believe Maximilian was as conservative and backward looking as his father. But there is also another side to him. He was fascinated by technology, not just military technology. From his earliest days he visited the workshops of armourers, gunsmiths, printers, painters, any kind of metalworkers, he learned about mining, smelting, minting of coins, architecture, metallurgy of any kind. He is excited about geology in particular precious stones.  He shared his father’s interest in what he called the black arts, Alchemy, Astrology, Mysticism, even Necromancy. Though the claims in the Weiss Kunig are hugely exaggerated, there remains the fact that he had more understanding of modern topics, like manufacturing and economics than many of his contemporaries.

That same dichotomy is observable when it comes to religion, his mother had imbued him with a deep personal piety, whilst his father taught him to use the organisation of the church as part of his revenue base. So, Maximilian became a man who could passionately dream of going on crusade or at least do a pilgrimage to Jerusalem as his father and grandfather had done, whilst at the same time diverting the funds collected for the recovery of Constantinople to pay his personal debts.

In 1471 and 1473 Maximilian is for the first time introduced to the wider world of the empire. He travelled with his father from Styria to the imperial diets at Augsburg. There he saw the grand princes of the empire competing in spectacular tournaments. To get an idea what that may have looked like, check out the unbelievable exuberance of the armour, dresses and fancy headgear in the Triumph of Maximilian by Hans Burgkmair and his son. At the same time, the city itself impressed young Maximilian. Augsburg was one of the centres of art and industry in the German lands, a kind of late medieval silicon valley, New York and Hollywood rolled into one, the place where some of the greatest armorers have their workshops, some of the best painters and sculptors produced mindboggling beauty, merchants were trading wares from Venice, Novgorod, Lisbon and London, and bankers were setting up their stalls, ready to compete with the Lombards. Augsburg would become Maximilian’s favourite city, the place he would spend more time in than anywhere else, safe for his capital in Innsbruck. The king of France would later call him “the mayor of Augsburg”.

Jorg breu Augsburg in Spring

And then, in 1473, he met the embodiment of this last gasp of chivalric culture, Charles the Bold the grand Duke of the West.  If the imperial princes in Augsburg had been impressive already, this guy was next level. The clothes, the armour, the pearls, the precious stones, the tapestries all and everything 10, 15, 20 times bigger, more beautiful, more sophisticated than the modest household in Wiener Neustadt. Sure his father had something he called the hundred thousand gulden coat and an impressive collection of gemstones, but really, could that compete with the grandeur of Burgundy. And Charles had fought in dozens of battles, in the midst of the action, taking daring decisions his advisors had told him not to. What a contrast to his hesitant, slow and miserly father. Maximilian was like an Austrian cart racer meeting Lando Norris or James Hunt for those of an older generation. Of course Maximilian thought Charles the Bold was the business.

Battle of Charles the Bold – Weisskunig

Charles invited him to one-on-one meetings, they talked about war and weapons and armies. Charles gave him a beautifully decorated copy of his military manual, a copy that still exists. And Maximilian was to marry the daughter of his hero. It does not get any better than that, or could it?

Maximilian would never again sit down with Charles of Burgundy. He would later write that he had met him and Mary of Burgundy before Neuss in 1475, but that meeting never took place. During that war Maximilian was kept under the protection of the bishop of Augsburg, a long way from the front line.

Maximilian and Marie at Neuss – the Meeting that never happened

Meanwhile, as Charles fortunes darkened, the need to settle the marriage contract between Maximilian and Marie of Burgundy became ever more pressing. Charles had few friends left, having disappointed king Edward IV of England and alienated his neighbours. A positive relationship with Friedrich III and the empire was his way to balance out King Louis XI of France. He could no longer insist on a crown for his land of Burgundy as a precondition for the betrothal, and so in 1476 he set a date for the ceremony. We know why he did not make it to the event, but as far as the lawyers were concerned, the Habsburg-Burgundian merger was ready and good to go.

News of the disastrous battles of Grandson, Murten and finally Nancy reached Austria throughout 1476 and 1477. One would expect that Maximilian had set off for Gent as soon as he had heard of Charles’ demise, but he could not.

News of Charles death arrive in Vienna

Friedrich III and Maximilian were back home in Austria. Matthias Hunyadi, the king of Hungary and leader of a standing army even larger than that of Charles of Burgundy, was attacking their homeland.

Matthias, the bulwark of Christendom against the oncoming Turkish flood had actually made peace with the Sultan and was seeking land and wealth in the West. His first target had been Bohemia where Georg of Podiebrad reigned over a fragile alliance of moderate Hussites and Catholics. The continued existence of the Utraquists, whose theological difference to the orthodox Catholicism had narrowed down to the right to take the eucharist in the form of both bread and wine, kept irritating Rome. Pope Paul II excommunicated Georg of Podiebrad in 1468 and tasked Matthias Hunyadi, king of Hungary, to remove the heretic and force Bohemia back into the bosom of mother church. But the shiny army of the Raven King struggled to knock down the Hussite Wagenburgs. He had taken over half the country, Moravia and Silesia, the parts that had traditionally been catholic, and had himself crowned king of Bohemia. But he could not make his way to Prague. Even the death of Georg of Podiebrad in 1471 did not change the situation. The Bohemian barons called in the brother of the king of Poland and the war kept going.

Throughout the 1470s, Friedrich III got sucked into this war. It was obvious that Matthias had his eye on Austria. Whenever the war in Bohemia ended, Matthias forces would go for Vienna. So far Matthias had not attacked, but he had let Turkish raiding parties cross his lands to pillage Austria. But since 1474 he was piling on the pressure, gradually opening hostilities. Matthias formally declared war on Austria in June 1477, a war that would last until 1490.

These issues in Bohemia and Hungary were the reason Friedrich III and Maxmilian were off the scene in the west after the siege of Neuss.

Which also meant that when Charles the bold had his head split open in the snowstorm outside Nancy, Maximilian was hundreds of miles away from his intended bride. And that was bad, because she really, really needed him.

Charles the Bold’s rule of his lands was built on the still smouldering ruins of the cities of Dinant and Liege. The grand centralisation he had forced through, the estates and court at Mechelen was accepted only out of fear. And when Charles the Bold was no more, there was no more fear and no longer did the cities or the territories recognise the central power. King Louis XI of France whose elaborate plan to wipe out this dangerous enemy had come to fruition in ways far beyond his wildest dreams, was moving on the young heiress, Marie of Burgundy. The situation was extremely precarious, Ghent was in open revolt, Marie’s chief minister was beheaded before her very eyes. New suitors were circling the ducal place, including the famously ugly dauphin of France, the future Chares VIII. Maximilian’s bride was in clear and imminent danger. Her knight in shining armour had to saddle his horse and ride out to rescue her, his own lands, the Raven King, his ailing father all be damned.

This is when it can get no better. The knight’s quest is on. Maximilian, slim but strong, clad in the finest armour, trained in warfare to within an inch of his life heads out for his grand adventure, to gain his kingdom.

Which is where we leave him. Next week the two lovers will finally meet and the war to preserve her and her inheritance will kick off, whilst back home in Austria the armoured knights, disciplined infantry and mighty cannon of the Raven King push for Vienna. I hope you are going to join us again.

And if you find yourself touched by this story and wish for you and your fellow listeners to enjoy the first encounter of the great lovers of the 15th century without me having to make deeply inappropriate references to mattresses, you know where to go and you know what to do.

The defeats of Charles of Burgundy at Grandson, Murten and Nancy

Ep. 215 – The Bold in the Cold, the end of Charles of Burgundy. History of the Germans

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 215 – The Bold in the Cold, the end of Charles of Burgundy.

Introduction

The rise of the Habsburgs to world domination pivots on one crucial moment, the marriage of Maximilian of Habsburg to Mary of Burgundy, the daughter of Charles the Bold, last of the Grand Dukes of the West.

Maximilian I and Mary of Burgundy, stained glass, Basilica of the Holy Blood in Bruges, between 1480 and 1490

The usual story is that young Maximilian one day walked down the aisle of some splendid cathedral and was handed the richest principality in Europe on an jewel-encrusted golden platter by the father of the bride. All he then had to do was lie down and think of the Habsburg-Burgundian empire.

That is not quite what happened. When Maximilian arrived in Ghent in August 1477, his father-in-law lay dead in a ditch in Lorraine and large sways of ducal authority and income had gone. Within less than 3 years, 1474 to 1477 Charles the Bold had frittered away the mythical wealth of the Burgundian dukes. And not just that.

These years between 1474 and 1477 helped turn the medieval empire into the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation. So please allow me to do this episode, even though very, very few of the protagonists or parties to the conflicts are Germans in the modern sense.  

Collaboration with History of venice and History of Italy

If however you prefer to listen to more Germanic content, I have something quite juicy for you. At midnight yesterday the History of Venice podcast has released a unique three way collaboration where they talk to Mike Corradi from A History of Italy and yours truly about Frederick Barbarossa’s grand plan to take over Northern Italy between 1152 and 1177. I had so much fun doing that and I hope you enjoy listening to it.

Christmas Special

As long as you come back. In particular you have to come back for the Christmas Special. It is now time to reveal outcome of your vote. Drumroll…. You have voted with absolutely overwhelming, just over 75% majority  to …..make me sing….no, no,no. I am so grateful you have saved me from this humiliation. No, the winner is…recommendations for 5 to 10 places I think you should see and that are not on the usual travel itinerary.

Thanks so much to all of you who have participated. It was brilliant to see that there is now a real community of fans of the history of the Germans podcast out there. And I hope I can come up with something interesting…release date will be Thursday, 25th of December – it is the Christmas special after all.

And with that, back to the show.

recap

Last week we ended with the lifting of the Siege of Neuss. Charles the Bold, duke of Burgundy, the richest prince in Europe and master of one of the first modern armies had failed to break a small town on the Rhine. For 10 month the finest artillery pieces the world had ever seen pounded the walls of Neuss. And with every week the city held out, the aura of the Burgundian war machine diminished.

The emergence of Mass Media and Public Opinion

And as news of the heroic defense spread rapidly across the empire, the mood changed. When I first published last week’s episode I said that there were no pamphlets telling the story of the siege of Neuss, but I found myself mistaken very quickly. Printers in Strasburg and Cologne published rhymed chronicles of the Burgundian wars in 1476 and 1477, which makes it almost certain, that printed narratives had been circulating whilst the fighting was still going on. And we find letters describing the events of 1474 and 1475 in the archives of dozens of cities, taken along by traders going up and down the Rhine and then copied across the extensive networks of the Hanseatic League, the Augsburg bankers, the Ravensburger Handelsgesellschaft, discussed at the Frankfurt and Leipzig fairs and passed along by messengers in the pay of the territorial princes. From Luebeck to Graz, from Berne to Riga, people heard about the epic struggle in the West.

fettisheim, Konrad: Geschichte Peter Hagenbachs : Reimchronik der Burgunderkriege , 1477

These wars of the second half of the 15th century were the first conflicts that were covered by an early version of mass media. And like mass media throughout the rest of history, news changed minds and attitudes even of people far away from the events.

For most of the period we have covered in this podcast, the empire had been a matter for the aristocratic elites. It was all about the emperors, the prince electors, sometimes about the imperial princes. If people outside that demographic had any influence, they had usually been churchmen whose theological ideas had seeped into the world of politics or who had risen to become bishops, cardinals, even popes. What we have not seen before were educated laymen having a role in politics beyond the confines of their cities or courts. We already mentioned Martin Mair, the prime minister of Bavaria-Landshut and major political opponent of the emperor Friedrich III. He did of course stand out, but men of his background and education permeated the political and economic structure of the territorial principalities leading to the emergence of something akin to public opinion

This public opinion is what both motivated Friedrich III to take a lead in the resistance as well as made it possible for him to gather an army to face off against Charles the Bold. His role in the events around the siege of Neuss is often played down. It just does not fit with the idea that Friedrich III was the Imperial Arch Sleepy Hat who hid in his castle in Styria, never showing up when he was needed.

The Holy Roman Empire “of the German Nation”

This time Friedrich III was everywhere, calling imperial diets, attending informal meetings with the local dukes and counts, stiffening the resolve of the townsfolk and the estates by spending Christmas 1473 and 1474 in Cologne, and leading the imperial army to Neuss in 1475.

In March 1475 he wrote the following letter quote: “Honourable and well-beloved faithful people, we have (after our great period of instability, now some time ago) betaken ourselves hither to the See of Cologne in person, together with our and the Empire’s electors, princes, counts, those of the cities and other faithful people; and, for the deliverance and preservation of the Holy Empire and German nation, with the assistance of Almighty God, we intend to offer mighty resistance against the duke of Burgundy in his improper, arbitrary undertaking that he has carried out in the See of Cologne, which is an electorate and a notable member of the Holy Empire, to the truncation, severance and injury of the Holy Empire and German nation, against the prohibition issued against him by our Holy Father the pope and by us. And to that end we have conquered – with great effort, expense and labour – certain towns and fortifications along the Rhine in which the same duke of Burgundy’s people have been, and we are now in daily military preparations to meet the same duke of Burgundy in the field and to defy and defeat him with armed force, through God’s help.” End quote.

Thanks again to professor Duncan Hardy for this translation, which is from his very recently published book Law, Society and Political Culture in Late Medieval and Reformation Germany.

Nuremberg chronicles – Kingdoms of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation

That does not sound very sleepy to me. And notice the mention of the German Nation. This was not your usual plea to medieval vassals to fulfill their sworn obligations. This talks about the defense of the empire against the improper undertakings of the duke of Burgundy and the injury inflicted on the Nation. Friedrich III may appear gothic and medieval in his buildings and outward appearance, but in his acts after 1463, he is much more modern than he has been given credit for.

The Engagement is Still On!

And he remains an astonishing negotiator. Because, whilst he is rallying the reluctant nation into a war against Charles of Burgundy, he is also still keen on the marriage between his son Maximilian and Charles’ only child, Marie. One would assume that given the outright war between the two men and the extremely volatile character of Charles the Bold, that this engagement would now wash down the Rhine River.

But it did not. Charles did not give up his hope to gain a crown and hence could not or did not want to bin the engagement. There is also the remote chance that having met Maximilian in Trier, he had grown fond of the young man. His state as powerful as it was, was also brittle. The great trading cities insisted on their independence and the territories had not yet fused into one coherent structure. Hence his daughter would need a competent husband by her side if she were to hold on to the Burgundian empire.

Or maybe he did not think at all about Friedrich and Maximilian and all that. He reconfirmed the engagement just to reduce the long list of headache inducing problems that had been piling up whilst he had been held up in Neuss.

No Campaign against King Louis XI of France

Charles had calculated that the campaign into Cologne would last no more than a few weeks. That was the amount of time it had taken him to incorporate the duchy of Guelders and to get the duke Rene II of Lorraine to submit to him. If everything had gone to plan, he would have incorporated Cologne in the autumn of 1474, and then gone on to his next big project, putting the English king Edward IV on the throne of France. Charles real enemy wasn’t the emperor or anyone else on his eastern border, the man he really wanted to crush was Louis XI, the king of France. It was time for Anglo-Burgundian Alliance to once more ride into Paris.

But the heroic Hessians inside little Neuss prevented a new Agincourt. When Charles arrived in Calais months later than planned, he did not bring his army. He wished Edward the best of luck in his war with France, told him he was going through Lorraine and that they should sit down for a coffee in Paris some time. The dejected Edward and Louis of France made peace a few weeks later.

The reason that Charles could not team up with Edward was only partially the physical damage his army had suffered. The even bigger impact was the hit to his authority. Charles’ regime had been built on fear. He had burned Dinant and Liege not only out of spite, but as a signal that he would brutally crush every opponent, that he would not give mercy. And this fear is what kept the cities of Ghent, Bruges and all the others in line, it is what made the duke of Guelders and Lorraine drop to their knees when he showed up. And that fear was based on the superiority of his army. What Neuss had shown was that his army was not invincible, and without an invincible army there was no fear and without fear Charles was just a man with a ridiculous golden hat.

Burgundy in Trouble

The clearest indication that his state was in trouble was the League of Constance. You may remember from last week that the cities of Strasburg, Colmar, Basel and Selestat had teamed up with the Swiss Confederacy to throw out Peter von Hagenbach, Charles brutal governor of Lower Alsace. They had brought in the ever cash strapped Sigismund of Tyrol, which added the Habsburg lands around Freiburg in Breisgau to the League.

And then, when the siege of Neuss was going badly, duke Rene II of Lorraine joined the League. We have met Rene II already. He was the patron of Martin Waldseemueller and Matthias Ringmann whose famous map gave the American continents their name (episode 201). But that happened in 1507 at the very end of Rene II’s life. We are in the year 1474 and Rene II was young and reckless. He had become a vassal of Charles out of fear, but now that Charles’ terrifying army was falling apart before Neuss and king Louis of France was easing his concerns with cash, he did not want to be no vassal no more.

René II. von Lothringen, Darstellung in der Handschrift von Pierre de Blarru: Nancéide, Musée Lorraine

Rene II threw down a blood splattered gauntlet at Charles the Bold, or more precisely sent an envoy to do exactly that on his behalf. Instead of getting enraged as the poor envoy expected, Charles smiled and said, “your words bring me great joy”. A reaction that got his courtiers wondering whether God had clouded the common sense of their great lord.

Battle of Héricourt

Because at the same time his campaign to avenge the death of Peter von Hagenbach in Alsace had gone badly wrong. The big cities of Alsace, and even the villages, had strengthened their walls and  those who could, had hired mercenaries. And worse, the league of Constance mustered an army that chased the Burgundians away. And then they pursued them before the castle of Héricourt in the Franche Comte. In the ensuing battle Charles’ army lost 3,000 men and handed the castle over to Sigismund of Tyrol. Another nail in the coffin of Charles reputation as a great warrior.

Zeitgenössische Darstellung der Schlacht in der Burgunderchronik. Rechts das fliehende burgundische Heer.

Lorriane in Burgundian hands!

If Charles wanted to keep his empire after Neuss and Héricourt, he needed a win, urgently. So he led his army into Lorraine, took one town after the next within just weeks rode into the capital, Nancy. Duke Rene II fled to France.  

Charles was now lord of Lorraine which means he had established a connection between his possessions in the Low Countries and the duchy of Burgundy. You could now travel from the North Sea to the gates of Lyon without ever leaving the lands of the Duke of Burgundy. The grand dream of the dynasty, the resurrection of the empire of Lothair was within reach.

He was back on top. Burgundy was again the invincible, unstoppable power in the West. Neuss must have been an inexplicable aberration. In fact he now knew why it went wrong. The citizens of Bruges were responsible for the knock he had received. It was Bruges who had failed to provide the sappers and engineers he needed to break the walls. He demanded that they make up for this failure and support his upcoming campaigns with redoubled vigor, blood and treasure, or else.

Bruges chose “or else”. They did not send troops or cash or sappers or anyone. Charles may believe he was again invincible, but the cool calculating merchants of Europe’s most important trading hub could do the maths. Neuss was a tenth of the size of Bruges and held out for 10 months, so how long could Bruges hold out for?

The Grand Duke of the West may not have known or may not have cared what some petty bourgeois in Bruges thought. He was hungry for more conquests and more war to show the world that he was back in full.

The way to Grandson

And an opportunity to fight presented itself in the nearby duchy of Savoy. This duchy occupied what is today Piedmont, Nice and the Aosta Valley, but also the region around Geneva and Chambery, stretching as far north as Bourg-en-Bresse. Charles had an interest in Savoy as the next step down towards the Mediterranean and as a route for Italian mercenaries to come up and resupply his forces. Savoy, like Alsace, Franche Comte and the Swiss Confederacy was part of the Holy Roman empire. However, the dukes of Savoy had close links into France, the reigning duchess was the sister of Louis XI. Nevertheless the duchess had lined up with Charles the Bold, rather than her brother, because she feared incursions on her eastern border, by the cities of Berne and Fribourg.

To call them the Swiss at this point is not yet accurate. The Swiss confederacy was a permanent defensive alliance formed to push back the Habsburgs and as we now see, the Burgundians. But if a member wanted to expand, the others would not necessarily come along for the ride. So when Berne took over the county of Vaud, around lake Neuchatel, that was the business of the city of Berne. That happened in April 1475. The Bernois and their allies, the Fribourgeois took the Vaud and its main castle, Grandson, just when the siege of Neuss was winding down.

It took until early 1476 before Charles could react to this attack on his ally, the duchy of Savoy and to his supply route. He celebrated Christmas in Nancy and by January his grand army set out for the Vaud.

The first defensive structure they came across was the castle of Grandson at the bottom of Lake Neuchatel.  Charles’ great army with its 400 cannon took a couple of days to force the garrison of 412 men to surrender. Charles had them slaughtered to the very last soldier. The executioners hung them on the branches of the nearby trees until there was no more space. They drowned the others in the lake. This was against all military standards of the time. It was understood that any army would have to at least make some sort of stand in the beginning, but if they gave up quickly, they would normally be allowed to go home unharmed. Not this time.

Charles did not regard the militia of the city of Bern as combatants. They were commoners, fighting with pikes and shields and halberds, not chivalric knights on horseback. They could not demand the courtesies that existed between members of the nobility. In the eyes of Charles the Bold, their mere existence was an insult to the social order. Hence they could be killed with impunity, like the citizens of Liege and Dinant, and if he had got there, the inhabitants of Neuss.

The BAttle of Grandson

From Grandson he headed towards Berne, about 60 km north.  His grand army, replenished to a total of 20,000 after the siege of Neuss, journeyed along the shore of Lake Neuchatel. They moved slowly, dragging along their cannon, their fine tents, inns, cabarets and camp followers.

The delay at Grandson had allowed Bern and Fribourg to call on their allies in the league of Constance to come to their aid. And they did show up. They had to travel fast, which meant they had to travel light. They had few cannon, many were wearing light or no armor  and the cavalry from duke Sigismund of Tyrol had not yet arrived in its full force. What they had though were their pikes, their halberds and their shields, their familiarity with the mountainous landscape, their trust in their friends and neighbors standing next to them in the line of battle and the knowledge that Charles would cut them down to the very last if he defeated them.

Swiss praying before the battle of Grandson

Neither side knew where the other was. They were all groping around in the dark. On March 2nd, 1476, a Swiss advance guard spotted the Burgundian troops marching right below them. Without a second thought they attacked, ferociously. But this was not like Morgarten where the Habsburg forces were moving along a narrow path along the shore.

The Burgundians were able to form their battle lines as did the League. The core of the league forces were the Swiss pike squares which they called “Gewalthaufen” literally “horde of violence”. These squares comprised pikemen, holding out up to five meter long lances and protected by enormous shields. If the line of pikemen held, any oncoming cavalry charge would literally be skewered by the pikes. And once their momentum had stalled, the fighters behind the pikes would come out with swords and halberds cutting down the now immobilized riders.

It did work often, but not always. Cannonballs may mow down the shields and pikemen or the momentum of the cavalry charge could break the lines.

At Grandson Charles began with several cavalry charges, but the pikemen held firm. His artillery could not reach them, they were simply too far away. So Charles decided to lure them closer to his 400 cannon, operated by the greatest team of gunners money could buy.

To bring the Swiss pikemen closer, he needed to feign a retreat. That is never easy because the undisciplined armies of the Middle Ages might mistake the withdrawal of the front line as either a sign of cowardice and run them down or as a signal to turn around and run for their lives. But Charles had trained his forces for years, these were professional soldiers, led by experienced generals who understood tactics. So Charles took the gamble and gave the order to gradually fall back.

What he had not known was that the army they saw in front of them was only half of the League forces. The other half was still travelling on the ridge above, trying to catch up with their comrades. And it was exactly at the point the Burgundians were re-organizing their battle lines, that the reinforcements arrived on the scene. They saw a battle in progress and blew their horns. These horns, made from, as the name indicates, the horn of cattle, are amongst the oldest wind instruments in history and their sound had accompanied the attacks by Celtic, Germanic and  Viking armies for centuries. They sound a bit like this:  

Harsthorn (Uri)

Imagine you are a Burgundian soldier and your officer has told you that they were to tactically withdraw a few hundred meters. Sure, no problem, we have trained this a hundred times, so we are slowly moving backwards. But then you hear this sound <horns> above to your left and then a whole new army of pikemen comes out of the woodwork. Do you still believe this is a tactical retreat to lure the enemy before your cannon? No, of course not. What you now think is that the generals have concluded they are outnumbered and the battle is lost. And that they leave the schmucks in the front line to cover their flight. Well, not with me you say. And so say the Guiseppes, Jans, Johns and Johanns who made up the Burgundian army. Three florins a month is not enough to die for. So you turn round and run, so do your friends, the other squads, platoons, companies suddenly, the whole battalion is running. You run past the gun emplacements, past the tented camp, all the way until you can run no more.

Soon the great army of the duke of Burgundy is in full flight. Charles is trying to hold them back. He shouts, he hits at them with the flat side of his sword, but to no avail, he is dragged along by the masses running down the shore of Lac Neuchatel, past Grandson, back into Savoy.

Darstellung der Schlacht bei Grandson in der Luzerner Chronik des Diebold Schilling, 1513

Meanwhile the Swiss look at the whole shebang with utter disbelief that turned into amusement and then jubilation. The grandest, most feared army of the whole of Europe was running before them. And the two sides had barely exchanged more than a few blows.

Burgunderbeute – The largest Loot ever

They followed them down the valley and on to the lake, but hey had only a small cavalry force, so they could not catch up with the fleeing Burgundians on their horses.  And even if they could have, they would not have gone any further. Because they had stumbled across the wagon train of Charles of Burgundy.

For reasons best known only to himself, Charles had taken everything he owned along on this campaign, and Charles did own literally everything. The splendor of the court of the Valois dukes of Burgundy was legendary for a reason. What these sons of peasants and burghers saw before them was simply beyond their comprehension. The silver and gold reliquaries encrusted with precious stones, the dinnerware likewise splendid and the gold coins were easily recognized as valuable. As was the grandest item of them all, Charles solid golden ducal hat that featured more rubies and diamonds, ancient roman intaglios than any crown, his personal seal, again made with a kilo of pure gold were easily identified. But then there were the tents, decked out with the grandest tapestries, the vestments embroidered by the finest craftsmen and women of the Burgundian empire, the illuminated manuscripts that still dazzle the onlooker. Many of the soldiers had never seen such items and struggle to understand what they were. One farmer’s boy found Charles famous diamond, one of the largest in Europe at the time. He dropped it and it was run over by a cart. He dug it up again and sold it for a few florins to a priest. Its value was 20,000 florins, enough to buy a small county.

Pillage of the Burgundian camp after the Battle of Grandson, illustration by Diebold Schilling the Elder (1483)

The loot at the battle of Grandson entered the history books as the biggest booty ever caught in battle. Not much is left in Bern and elsewhere. Most of it has been broken up and sold in parts or simply destroyed in the frenzied aftermath, not surprising given the barrels of the finest Burgundy wine that was also quickly found, as were the ladies that had been following the army. The famous Golden Hat was sold and disappeared. Only a drawing of it remains.

The aftermath of Grandson

From a purely military perspective, Grandson wasn’t anywhere near as catastrophic a defeat as it was often depicted. Charles army had lost maybe a 1,000 men compared to 500 casualties amongst the Swiss. But the psychological blow was hard to take. Charles the Bold, like everyone else in his class, safe for the Habsburg dukes, dismissed the fighters from the Alpine valleys and the mid-sized trading cities of Bern, Basel, Zurich and Lucerne as peasants, inferior opponents that could be run down by a squadron of knights, even if outnumbered four to one. But once more a grand aristocrat who had grown up in a world of chivalric pride had to face the fact that the days of the superiority of the armed rider were over. Even though Charles was much more modern in his military thinking then the French lords at Poitiers and Agincourt, he could not understand how these lowlifes could defeat his wonderful and wonderfully expensive army.

Charles took the defeat very hard. There is a portrait made of him around this time that shows him as a dejected man, with the beginnings of a double chin, a five o’clock shadow, his eyes staring vacantly into the middle distance. That is a far cry from the beautiful young man in his best known portrait from 1461. After Grandson he experienced something like a mental breakdown, began drinking heavily and periods of melancholic withdrawal are alternate with  frenzied activity.

Charles the Bold in 1474

The loss of his personal possessions, the symbols of his wealth and position must have also been hard to bear. And even harder to bear in light of his deteriorating finances. Whilst even after Grandson, everyone in europe believed the grand Duke of the West to be the richest prince who ever lived, the reality was dire. His main source of income, the taxes from the great trading hubs of the Low Countries had dried up. Not that the cities did not have the money, but they were no longer afraid of him. They saw Neuss holding out for 10 months and now Berne beating the hell out of their duke. When Charles’ envoys came to Bruges and Ghent asking for more money, more guns and more men, they returned empty handed.

He still had credit with the banks and so he could replace the 400 cannon he lost at Grandson, but these were no longer the best and greatest guns in the western world. These were the pieces that had been held back, had been given to the lesser garrisons. Though he had not lost too many men, his army was marching for coin, not for glory. And coin was scarce, in the nights may wet home. In his  impotent fury Charles called the useless, claimed that they had been in the pay of king Louis of France anyway and so good riddance. The forces he hired to replace them were rarely of the same quality, nor did he have enough time to train them.

Then he fell ill with stomach cramps, suffering badly and the treatments weakened him to the point that his entourage feared for his life. But he recovered. And he wanted to have another go at these pesky mountain people.

Murten

The city he needed to take if he wanted to get to Berne was Murten. What followed was the second battle of Murten, the first one we covered in episode 24. And whilst the first one was fought in the depth of winter and the emperor Konrad II had to give up when the horses and men were literally frozen hard on to the ground, this second battle was fought in the summer, in June 1476, but that did not mean the weather was on the side of the attacker.

Hostilities began with the siege of the city of Murten. The Burgundian army began as per usual with the bombardment of the city walls. What answered them were their own cannon, the ones they had lost at Grandson and that had been brought to Murten. The 2,000 defenders of Murten were clear they would never surrender, they did not want to hang off trees like their comrades at Grandson. Which meant Charles was stuck before the town of Murten.

Die Belagerung von Murten durch Karl den Kühnen 1476. Amtliche Luzerner Chronik, 1513

That left enough time for the people of Bern to once again call on their allies. These were the members of the old confederation, Zurich, Zug, Lucerne and the cantons of Schwyz, Uri and Nidwalden, but also the members of the league of Constance, Strasburg, Colmar, Selestat and Rottweil sent soldiers, as did the Habsburg lands on the Rhine and duke Rene of Lorraine. These latter mattered since they brought in the cavalry that had been lacking at Grandson.

As the allies moved towards Murten, the weather began to turn. Charles had prepared every inch of the battlefield. He had sent scouts out who told him who was coming, when and where. His guns were in place, his cavalry had donned their armor, the crossbowmen and harquebusiers were in position, they were ready. But the enemy did not show. Instead what came was rain, endless, miserable rain. As darkness fell, Charles allowed his soldiers to return to their tents.

By the next morning it was still raining, if not worse than before. Charles believed it impossible the League would attack in this weather and to keep the morale up, he only ordered a few companies to man the battle positions. When a troop of 1,300 Swiss scouts appeared, they were spotted but not pursued.

Die Schlacht bei Murten, Darstellung im Zürcher Schilling 1480/84

At 12.00 the Swiss and their allies set up for battle. When Charles was told that was happening, he refused to believe it. It took no fewer than four reminders before he finally put on his armor and called for the muster.  Meanwhile the sun had come out and the battle began. The 2,000 Burgundians who we remanning and defending the gun emplacements fought ferociously against an overwhelming force. When Charles’ main army had finally gotten out of their tents, the Swiss pikesquares, the Gewalthaufen, had overrun the gun emplacement and 15,000 men armed with halberds were storming into the Burgundian camp. At the same time the garrison of Murten came out and attacked what was now their rear. The Lothringian and Austrian cavalry meanwhile ran down the flank of the Burgundian army. Charles, who had barely been able to put on his armor when the camp had already fallen, could only gather his remaining men and flee.

Eugène Burnand
La fuite de Charles le Téméraire, 1894-1895

This time the casualties in the Burgundian army ran into the thousands. The loot was much less than what had been found in Grandson. A few years later a charnel house was erected for the bones of the fallen Burgundian soldiers. An inscription was added that began with the words: Helvetians, stop, here lies the army that laid waste to Liege and shook the throne of France…

nancy and the end

Meanwhile duke Rene II of Lorraine had thrown the Burgundians out of Nancy and many other cities of his duchy. Charles went to Dijon, in Burgundy where his family’s rise to power had begun. He gathered another army, the third one in less than three years, to take back Nancy, to rebuild his land bridge between North and South, to then complete his empire from the North Sea to the Mediterranean.

He pretty much had lost the plot. His enemy. Louis of France declared him mad, his courtiers worried when he was talking gibberish or laughing maniacally, saying his empire had enough resources to sustain many more blows like Grandson and Murten.

Where does the money come from? From our old friend Tommaso Portinari, the representative of the Medici bank in Bruges, he of the Portinari triptych. His knowledge of art clearly surpassed his risk management skills. This loan was the straw that broke the camel’s back, that compelled Lorenzo the magnificent to close the Medici bank, leaving the reign of the financial system to Jakob Fugger of Augsburg.

Hans Memling‘s c.1470 Portrait of Tommaso Portinari and Portrait of Maria Portinari

Fortified with Florentine money, Charles gathered 10,000 men and marched on Nancy. It was now October and the weather was turning. This time the city of Nancy was not prepared to yield. They knew what would happen to them if they did. Charles reputation for harsh retaliation and unconstrained terror had gone round europe and had stiffened the resolve of the cities he besieged. The weeks dragged on, winter was coming. Still Nancy held out.

Meanwhile duke Rene II was trying to put together a relief force. His allies, the Swiss turned him down, it was too late and too cold to go. But apparently an appropriate amount of gold and silver could warm their hands sufficiently, so that they were prepared to head out into the icy chill. Meanwhile Charles had been cut off from supplies by the bishop of Metz and one of his captains had switched sides.

Diebold Schilling, Battle of Nancy, 1477

The Swiss mercenaries, a force of almost 20,000 arrived on January 5, 1477, barely visible through the raging snow storm. The battle itself did not take long. Charles had again set up his cannon with utmost care, pointing to where the enemy had to come from. But it didn’t. The Swiss had gone around his camp in the cover of the woods and their sound muffled by the frozen flurry. When they attacked, the cannon pointed into the void, his soldiers, disoriented fled. Charles, once more, mounted his great horse El Moro looking for an escape. The last his men saw of him was the duke slashing randomly with his sword to fight his way out.

He was found the next day, his armor and weapons stripped off by scavengers, his head split open by a battle axe and frozen into a puddle of icy water. And with him ended the line of the great dukes of Burgundy.

Death of Charles the Bold before Nancy, by Charles Houry (1862)

What did it all matter?

Wow, that was a great story, but what does it have to do with the History of the Germans?

A whole lot.

Though today Lorraine, Alsace and Switzerland are not part of Germany, in 1477 they were without question part of the Holy Roman Empire, a Holy Roman empire that was gaining the add-on “of the German Nation”. And when Charles talked about what we now call the Swiss, he saw them as a type of Germans. The resolve to stand up against Charles that had first appeared at Neuss was the same sentiment that motivated the fighters at Grandson, Murten and Nancy.

But even more importantly, these successes confirmed to the rest of the empire that if they stood united, they could repel any foe, even one as rich and as powerful as the duke of Burgundy. And that if they don’t, some other rapacious king or grand duke will be successful where Charles had failed. It is this sentiment that gave the call for imperial reform the urgency that was needed to get it over the line.

And then, this is obviously a crucial moment in the history of Switzerland. Having defeated the greatest, most modern and most expensive army in Europe established them as the #1 mercenary service provider of the time. And it made them de facto unassailable, leaving them the choice whether they wanted to be part of this reformed Holy Roman Empire or not.

And last but by no means least, the death of Charles the Bold left behind an as yet unmarried heiress, an heiress that is engaged, but as we know, engagements can be broken. How Maximilian and Mary find each other, fend off the external and internal challenges her father had left her and with it fundamentally reset the political chess board in Europe is what will occupy us for the next few episodes. I hope you will join us again.

And, if you find yourself in possession of some loot picked up in the baggage train of an enemy and you are unsure what to do with it, you can always stiffen the morale of your fellow listeners by keeping the show advertising free buy sharing some of it. You know where to go and you know what to do…

The Siege of Neuss and the trial of Peter von Hagenbach 1474/1475

Ep. 214 – The Siege that Woke up an Empire (Neuss 1474/75) History of the Germans

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Introduction

The venerable city of Neuss between Cologne and Düsseldorf was founded in 16 BC as a Roman army camp, making it one of the oldest in Germany. Its history is marked by the usual mix of feuds with its archepiscopal overlord and the establishment of a trading and pilgrimage hub. Despite its Roman remains, the impressive church of St. Quirinius, and proximity to where I grew up, Neuss may never have appeared on the History of the Germans Podcast, had it not sustained a 10 month long siege in 1474/1475.

Depiction of Charles the Bold’s siege of Neuss (1474-75)
Aarau, Aargauer Kantonsbibliothek, MsWettF 16: 2, f. 58r – Silbereisen: Chronicon Helvetiae, 1572

A siege, even a brutal and prolonged one is not sufficiently unusual to be included in the show. But this one merits almost a whole episode. Tales of the heroic defense of a small town on the Rhine against an overbearing foe intent on wiping out their way of life, coalesced the empire in a way it had not come together since the days of Frederick Barbarossa. A watershed was crossed, under the leadership of an emperor who was more surprised than anyone to be put at the head of the resistance.

And that is not all, in this episode we will also cover the very first trial for war crimes ever that took place in another small town in the same year 1474.

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Recap

Last week we ended with the emperor Friedrich III and his son Maximilian making a hasty retreat from Trier, leaving behind an enraged, furious, angry, incensed, hopping mad duke of Burgundy.

Charles “Le Temeraire”, called the Bold in English, who should be named “the reckless” had good reason to be upset. Instead of a coronation as king of Burgundy, complete with crown, sceptre and splendid procession, he had been made a fool of by the penniless Austrians.

Charles the Bold in about 1461–1462, Rogier van der Weyden

I do not have the time to give you a full psychological assessment of Charles the Bold, but if you are a little bit patient and you tune into the Grand Dukes of the West Podcast, Josh will give you a much more rounded picture than I could ever provide provide here.

And you can get the full backstory of the Burgundians.

Trouble in the Archbishopric of Cologne

Whatever his psychological make-up, an angry Charles of Burgundy, ruler of a dozen or so duchies and counties, overlord of the richest cities north of the Alps can be a problem, in particular, if one happens to live within crossbow shot of his borders.

After Charles had taken over the duchy of Guelders, it was the revered archbishopric of Cologne that had come within crossbow shot. And to make things worse, the Archbishopric of Cologne, had few shields left to fend off incoming projectiles.

Ever since the battle of Worringen in 1288, the Prince Electors of Cologne had been on the back foot. Their dominance in the Rhineland was crushed by a coalition made up of the city of Cologne, the dukes of Brabant and the counts of Berg. The archbishops had to retreat to – as John the Carre called it – a Small Town in Germany. Their once tight grip on their vassals, the noble lords and cities of the territory along the Rhine between Neuss and Andernach had loosened. The archbishops’ political standing locally and on the level of the empire was fading, territories were lost or pawned off.

Battle of Worringen, 1288. Illustration from 1440/50 from a version (KBR mss. IV 684) of the chronicle “Brabantsche Yeesten” (ca. 1316-1350) of Jan Van Boendaele, called de Clerc (died 1365).

Dietrich of Moers who held the post for almost fifty years, from 1414 to 1463, had attempted to consolidate the archbishopric into a coherent territorial state, whilst at the same time install his brothers and cousins on the thrones of the neighbouring bishoprics. That got the see of Cologne involved in several major feuds, including one with the city of Soest and one over who would become the prince bishop of Munster. These wars were extremely expensive and yielded little tangible benefit to the inhabitants of the archdiocese, except for members of the von Moers family. When Dietrich von Moers died in 1463, the archbishopric was technically bankrupt.

Epitaph des Erzbischofs Dietrich von Moers, Konrad Kuyn 1460 bis 1463

The estates of the various territories that made up the worldly possessions of the archbishop then forced the cathedral chapter and every future archbishop to sign an agreement, the Erblandvereiningung. This was another one of these agreements that granted the representatives of the local nobility and the cities decision rights on political, financial and military matters, including the decisions to raise taxes or go to war.

The gathering storm – Ruprecht of the Palatinate

Dietrich von Moers successor, Ruprecht of the Palatinate had signed off on this agreement, but almost immediately breached its provisions. He hired soldiers from his brother, Friedrich the Victorious of the Palatinate, and put them to good use. He regained some of the territories his predecessor had pawned away and bullied the estates. But soldiers are expensive. The archbishop needed cash and so introduced a flat tax per head and per head of cattle. That was pretty bad, but when he tried to snatch the customs station at Zons away from his own cathedral chapter, the cauldron boiled over.

The estates, supported by the cathedral chapter, referred to the right of resistance included in the Erblandvereingung, and deposed Ruprecht of the Palatinate. They elected Hermann of Hesse, a younger son of the Landgrave of Hesse as temporary administrator of the archbishopric. The rebellion was supported wholeheartedly by the cities of Cologne and Neuss.

Cologne Cathedral, 1795

In response the archbishop Ruprecht of the Palatinate gathered allies, which included his brother, Friedrich the Victorious and – most crucially – Charles the Bold, duke of Burgundy, Luxemburg, Brabant, Gelders, count of Holland, Seeland, Hainault, Flanders and Namur, advocate of the bishoprics of Liege and Utrecht etc., etc. With Charles the Bold came the duke of Cleves, another neighbour and battle hardened warrior.

On the face of it this rebellion was doomed.

Friedrich the Victorious – as his name suggests – had a reputation for being, well, victorious. He had fought in both the Mainzer Stiftsfehde and in the Princes wars and had been successful. He had captured his adversaries at the battle of Seckenheim and forced them to pay ransom large enough to sustain his powerful army.

But even this imperial war hero paled into insignificance compared to Charles the Bold. The richest territorial ruler north of the Alps had built up a standing army, equipped with the latest artillery pieces the masters in Bruges, Ghent, Mechelen, Milan, Venice and Augsburg could provide. He had issued detailed ordinances that set out the size of squadrons and companies, detailed rules on pay, leave, uniforms, equipment, the frequency of inspections, training and promotion of officers. He commanded a professional army, and one more heavily reliant on artillery than any other, safe for the army of Matthias Hunyadi in Hungary.

Military Ordinance of Charles the Bold, Master of Fitzwilliam 268, c. 1475

The siege of Neuss begins

In July 1474 this army, in total more than 14,000 men, entered the archbishopric of Cologne to put an end to this silly uprising. The estimate was for a campaign of a few weeks, at the end of which Charles would become the hereditary advocate of the archbishopric, aka the home of the imperial coronation chapel in Aachen would become a Burgundian protectorate.

The first place the mighty host encountered was the ancient city of Neuss. Neuss lies 35km north of Cologne and was one of the more important cities in the archbishopric. Its walls date back to the ancient Romans but had recently been reinforced. It was surrounded by water, its moat fed by three rivers, the Rhine, the Erft and the Krur.

Hermann of Hesse, the administrator and protector of the archbishopric appointed by the estates had come into Neuss with a force of maybe 3,500 men, bringing the total number of the defenders to 4,000.

The Burgundian army arrived at the southern gate of Neuss on July 29, 1474. They set up their headquarters in an abandoned monastery on an island in the watery marshes, positioned military units blocking each of the 6 city gates and the shelling began. Ten bombards, six mortars, and a large number of culverins, serpentines and other pieces of artillery fired at the walls almost constantly.

This was not just a siege, this was a Duke of Burgundy siege. Olivier de la Marche, one of Charles’ courtiers remarked: “It was one of the most beautiful and most generously supplied sieges one had ever seen. Our camp was like a city. There were craftsmen, wholesalers, textile merchants, fish mongers, grocers, barbers, carpenters, knife makers, labourers, lamplighters,  [..] everyone fulfilled their own calling and lived with dignity in fine tents, that seemed to be have been set up to last forever. Some looked like towers, others had moats and drawbridges around them. There were also windmills, inns, taverns, cabarets and tennis courts, and anything else one’s heart could desire. As for desire that could be covered by the 4,000 ladies of flexible morals who had come along as well.

The Siege of Neuss by Charles the Bold in 1475. Anonymous painting in the Museum Hof van Busleyden, Mechelen,

Inside the city of Neuss, the opportunity to play tennis or go to the cabaret was limited, nor were there fishmongers, grocers or barbers galore. The city was small, billeted with almost as many soldiers as it had inhabitants and supplies were hard to come by. With gates blocked by Burgundian soldiers, the only way to get things in and out was under the cover of darkness or during sorties.

These occasional sorties by the Hessian troops were surprisingly successful. More than once these fierce fighters managed to sneak amongst the Burgundian troops and caused utter havoc. Presumably Charles’ soldiers were too busy playing tennis or frolicking with camp followers in their fine tents to keep a proper lookout. Meanwhile the militia from Cologne would attack the Burgundian camp from the rear.

Charles grew increasingly frustrated with the slow progress. He was an enormously energetic man and he was constantly appearing in the different sections of the siege, encouraging his men, until they called him the flying duke as they could not figure out how he could be in so many places at the same time. And he did not spare his resources. He tried to divert the river Erft to drain the moat around the city and when that failed sank earth-laden barges to build a dam.

We are now 2 months into the siege and Neuss showed little signs of giving up, even though conditions inside the walls must already have been appalling. Ammunition was running low and casualty numbers were rising, whilst food was scarce. Still Neuss held out and will hold out for a further 8 months, outnumbered 4 to 1, an almost unimaginable feat of resistance.

why Defending Neuss – or the harsh rule of the Burgindians

Which leads to the question, why they were so stubbornly resisting. On the face of it this was a conflict about taxation and decision rights between the upper classes of the archbishopric of Cologne, not something your average Joe should be laying his life on the line for, let alone the life of his wife and children.

One reason for their resistance had to do with the reputation Charles “le Temeraire” of Burgundy had acquired in his still fairly young reign.

In 1467 he had burnt down the city of Dinant, and when I say burnt down, I mean burnt down, so that nothing was left. The reason was that Dinant had not only rebelled against the oppressive taxation by the Burgundian dukes, but had called Charles a bastard, the result of a tryst between his mother and the bishop of Liege. For this insult 800 citizens of Dinant had their hands tied up behind their backs and were thrown into the Meuse river. Dinant, once an important centre for the manufacturing of cannon and other metallurgy never recovered.

Dinant par Claude Chastillon vers 1590

In 1468 -as we mentioned last week– he did the same to the even larger city of Liege that had rebelled for a second time. Again, total destruction, fire raging through the streets of wooden houses and citizens executed by the dozens, if not hundreds.

Joseph Dreppe, Le Sac de Liège (1805)

The inhabitants of Neuss were well aware of these events and they must have expected similar treatment should they let Charles the Bold enter their city. As far as they were concerned they had the choice of dying with a sword in their hand and taking some Burgundians with them, or drowning with their hands tied behind their backs.

So far, so comparatively normal. But in many respects events occurring before and during the siege of Neuss had developed an unusual, much more modern rather than medieval dynamic that explained the stubbornness of the defenders. And one of these events in the run-up to the siege of Neuss took place in Further Austria, the ancient homeland of the House of Habsburg, roughly modern day southern Alsace and Baden.

The Reign of Peter von hagenbach in Alsace

In 1469 Charles the Bold had acquired Further Austria as a pawn from Sigismund of Tyrol. Sigismund received 50,000 Rhenish Florins and Charles was given control over the territory in Alsace and the upper Rhine. I mentioned this last week saying that these lands in Alsace were an extension southward of the Burgundian territory, which is obviously geographical nonsense. It was an extension eastwards. Apologies for that. If you live in London, everywhere that has sunshine and wine is south.

Sigismund of Tirol (Alte Pinakothek) 

Charles appointed one of his most loyal military commanders, Peter von Hagenbach as his governor for these lands. We have met Peter von Hagenbach already. He was the man who caught up with Friedrich III on his flight down the Mosel river. What Hagenbach did not know was that he had barely a year left to live after his epic row downriver.

Hagenbach was almost perfect for the job. He was originally from this part of Alsace, was completely bilingual in German and French and had spent most of his career in the service of the Burgundian dukes.

Hagenbach was a harsh man, very much like his master. He had commanded the artillery at Dinant and at Liege and had participated in the massacres. In his youth he had abducted a local merchant he had dined with the evening before, to extract a ransom payment. In other words an aristocratic hardman with scant regard for bourgeois city dwellers.

Hagenbach’s set objectives were to streamline these territories where the loose Habsburg rule had let things slip. The cities had gained a lot of freedom, revenue sources had dried up and taxes had not been collected. Hagenbach got to work. He replaced the independent city councils in  Mühlhausen and Breisach, installed new toll booths on the Rhine and introduced a tax of one penny on each bottle of wine.

Tales of his excessive cruelty made the rounds. He had people killed without even giving the slightest clue as to why—many of them with his own hand. The slightest refusal to satisfy his whims was tantamount to a death sentence. In particular sexual depravity was placed at his door. He regularly raped nuns. Another alleged incident involved Hagenbach inviting a town’s married couples to his residence for a party. Once all were assembled, he removed the husbands from his residence and forced the wives to strip naked. Following this, he placed a covering over the head of each woman. The husbands were then ordered to return and inspect the naked bodies of the masked women. Those who were not able to identify their wives in this state were thrown down a long flight of stairs. Those who recognized their wives were rewarded by being forced to ingest copious amounts of alcohol that rendered them fatally ill.

The result was disquiet that gradually turned into rebellion. The rebellion was supported by the Swiss Confederacy who felt increasingly uncomfortable with the Burgundian presence right outside the gates of Basel. The tensions mounted to a point where the Swiss Confederacy and the regional free cities, Strasburg, Basel, Colmar and Selestat entered into the league of Constance. They went to Sigismund of Tyrol and offered to give him the money to redeem his lands from Charles the Bold. Sigismund sent 60,000 gold florins to Dijon, reclaimed Further Austria and appointed a new governor. Hagenbach refused to yield and took his stand in the city of Breisach. But he could not hold it. His soldiers mutinied and the city he had stripped of their civic institutions and liberties supported them.

The trial of Peter von hagenbach

In May 1474 Hagenbach was arrested. He was subjected to torture 6 times in the dungeons of the public prison before he was brought across town for a further set of torture sessions. By then his body was already so broken, he could no longer walk and had to be pushed across in a wheelbarrow.

What followed was one of the most unusual trials of the late medieval period. It would have not been unusual for Hagenbach who had confessed under torture to be immediately lynched by the populace. But instead, he was given a trial to take place in public on the main square of Breisach . The court comprised 28 judges, representatives of the cities of Further Austria, as well as the league of Constance. Hagenbach was represented by first one and then three attorneys of his own choosing, who put up a vigorous defence.

Hagenbach on trial, from Berner Chronik des Diebold Schilling dem Älteren

Many modern historians had tried to debunk the stories of the atrocities that Hagenbach had allegedly committed and indeed much had been reported long after the event. And it is notable that some of these, specifically the story about the married couples, did not make it on the list of accusations. The prosecution focused on four specific allegations, namely

  1. that he had four citizens of Thann summarily executed without trial,
  2. that he had broken his promise to protect the ancient laws and privileges of the city of Breisach by stripping the city of its self-governing institutions, illegally quartering soldiers, pillaging and plundering property and imposing onerous taxes,
  3. that he planned to expel and then exterminate the citizens of Breisach, and
  4. that he raped numerous women and girls in the region, including nuns.

Hagenbach argued as follows:

On item 1, the killing of the citizens of Thann, that these were rebels against Burgundian rule,

On item 2, the violation of the rights of Breisach, he believed the city had sworn a new oath to Charles the Bold and with that had given up their ancient rights,

On item 3, the planned expulsion and killing of the inhabitants of Breisach, what was there to say, so he said nothing,

On item 4, the rape of women and girls, he said everybody did that anyway and that he usually paid for it, which made it consensual.

To be frank, not all of these arguments cut it, not even in the 5th century. But one argument his lawyers brought forward got the judges attention. They argued that the court had no right to judge him. He was a servant of the Duke of Burgundy, had acted on his orders and hence only the duke of Burgundy had the right to judge him. “Is it not known that soldiers owe absolute obedience to their superiors?” he asked.

The prosecution countered that this defence was inadmissible. The acts he committed were acts against the laws of God and men. There was no need to ask the duke of Burgundy whether he had issued these orders since by claiming he acted under illegal orders, he was committing lese majeste.

The judges asked to be allowed to retire and deliberate on the weighty issue they were asked to resolve. Deliberations took a long time, but when the judges returned, one after the other declared Peter von Hagenbach guilty and condemned him to death.

Hagenbach was formally stripped of his knightly status, but allowed the privilege of execution by the sword. His last words were “please forgive what I have done through lack of wisdom or through malice. I was only human. Please pray for me”.

Execution of Peter von Hagenbach

How the first conviction for war crimes affected the Nurnberg tribunals

This judgement has entered not just the history book but also legal textbooks. This was the very first trial for war crimes. By rejecting the defence of “I was just following orders” the judges in Breisach created the idea that there were acts that cannot be justified, crimes against humanity or as they called it acts against the law of God and men.

This case became important in the Nurnberg trials where some of the defendants argued that they had only followed orders. Convicting them for acts that were formally legal under German law would be a retroactive application of new criminal sanctions. The Anglo German lawyer Georg Schwarzenberger pointed to this judgment as proof that there was already an old tradition in German law that sanctioned crimes against humanity even if formally covered by statute.

To this day the Hagenbach trial is still occasionally cited by the International Court of Justice in the Hague.

And just in case you wonder how come you did not know this, let me tell you, you are not alone. I studied law in Freiburg, half an hour’s drive away from Breisach and I had never heard about this until I looked it up yesterday.

What the trial meant for the Empire in 1474

Apart from breaking new ground in legal theory reverberating for centuries, the execution of one of Charles the Bold’s most senior officers also had more immediate consequences. Once more Charles is found by his courtiers smashing furniture and shouting obscenities. He did swear revenge, but he could not immediately take action in Alsace since his army was already on its way to Neuss.

On the other hand, the League of Constance was aware that a confrontation with the duke of Burgundy was only a question of time, which made them natural allies of the brave defenders of Neuss.

And then the story of Peter von Hagenbach, his atrocities and trial spread rapidly across the empire. The trial and execution had drawn 4,000 people to Breisach. There is a letter in the Nurnberg archives that contains a detailed eyewitness report of these events. Strasburg and Colmar were shipping their wine to Cologne for distribution, accompanied by letters. Cologne in turn was a senior member of the Hanseatic League, one of the densest information networks of the period. Why that was, check out the episodes on the Hanseatic league. The important point is that by the late 15th century information travelled infinitely faster and to a broader audience than it had ever done in western europe since the fall of the Roman Empire. And we now have 16 printing presses running, including ones in Strasburg, Basel and Cologne. Nobody has found a pamphlet yet that talks about the Hagenbach trial or the siege of Neuss, but I would not be surprised if one turned up. We know that the bread and butter for 15th century printers wasn’t the great bibles and psalters, but schoolbooks, indulgences and public announcements. Very few of these survived, much like my copy of the Financial Times from last week. But that does not mean they had never existed. And as we will find out in the upcoming episodes, printers, engravers and woodcutters played a huge role in shaping views and opinions.

Spread of printing in Europe in the 15th century

Whichever way news of the Hagenbach trial circulated, they did. This trial was important because it showed something new and fundamental, that the forces of the empire could come together and repel an intruder. An intruder who planned to attack their way of life.

the freedoms of the imperial estates versus the Modern state

Peter von Hagenbach may have been a particularly boorish and brutal man, but he was indeed following the orders of Charles the Bold. Charles wanted to force not just Alsace, but the entirety of his possessions into what we might call a modern state. A modern state where there was only one law, one court system, person that was allowed to use force. What he wanted to do away with were all these complex laws and privileges that granted cities or lords the right to dispense justice, condemn wrongdoers to death or engage in feuds.

When he burned Liege and Dinant, when he let Peter of Hagenbach loose on Alsace, he did not act as just some sadistic raging bull. He believed that this brutality was necessary to get the  great cities of Flanders, Brabant, Holland and Hainault to give up these ancient privileges, their right to arm themselves and to resist ducal orders.

And he offered an alternative to the old system of confusing and contradicting individual freedoms. He set up the court in Mechelen, the sole court of appeal for all his territories. He passed a wide range of legal ordinances in an attempt to bring clarity and consistency to the practice of the lower courts as well. He consolidated the fiscal administration for the individual duchies to standardise taxation, and, if he had received his much coveted crown of Burgundy, he might have set up the estates of his kingdom, replacing the various representative bodies in place in each of his duchies, counties and bishoprics.

Solemn opening session of the Parliament of Mechelen under Charles the Bold, Jan Coessaet, 1587

In this objective he was no different to most princes in the empire, only in the scale, speed, intensity and brutality he pursued it. And that put the fear of god into all these dukes, counts, cities, bishops and abbots on the western side of the empire. If the Burgundian juggernaut were to swallow them up, put new Hagenbachs in as governors and systematically dismantle their institutions and then,  what would be left of what they called their freedoms?

News of Hagenbach’s acts is Alsace  changed the way people saw the siege of Neuss. This was no longer a local power struggle between the archbishop and his estates, but a fight for the heart and soul of the empire. Despite all the talk about the urgency of imperial reform, the elites of this empire did like this complex system of interactions between the emperor, the prince electors, princes, bishops, abbots, imperial cities, free cities, immediate counts and knights, and within them the estates, guilds, councils and so forth. Yes it was unwieldy, ineffective but it had been created by their ancestors over centuries, one privilege and one charter at the time. They called it their freedoms, which is not the same as freedom, but still very different to the cities and nobles in France or England who were slowly but surely brought under the royal yoke.

At the same time the dozens of universities that had opened in the empire, produced a new elite of lawyers and humanists. Men sometimes from sometimes modest backgrounds rose to senior roles within the chanceries of all these dukes, electors and archbishops. And they rarely stayed with just one university or one employer. They had usually been to several academic institutions before passing their degrees. And once qualified they may work a few years for the emperor before moving on to a more generous or more interesting prince elector or duke. By constantly moving around they build relationships that spanned the empire from north to south and east to west. These networks exchanged information, views, ideas and occasionally coordinated to line up their masters behind a project they all supported.

The Glorious german Nation

Meanwhile the imperial lands were booming. New industries were emerging or taking the lead for the whole of Europe. Arms and Armour from Nürnberg, Augsburg and a dozen other places took over from the masters of Milan and Brescia, new techniques allowed German engineers and entrepreneurs to dominate European mining and manufacturing. The financial centre of the continent moved from Florence, Milan and Venice to Augsburg. What these innovations meant for people is best expressed in this 1460s printer’s colophon quote: “This excellent book, Catholicon, has been printed in the goodly city of Mainz, in the glorious German nation (which, by the Grace of God, the Almighty has deigned to prefer and exalt above other nations of the earth by gracious gift and so lofty a light of genius).”  

There was huge pride in these achievements, in the way things were and were organised. And this pride was no longer reserved to a small elite of aristocrats, as it had been in the days of Frederick Barbarossa, this sense of being in it together was shared much wider.

The historian Len Scales places the Shaping of the German identity into the 14th century but it is in the 15th century that it is breaking through to the surface. The term “the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation” appeared a few years later, in 1486. But the Gravamina Germaniae, the complaints of the Germans about the role of the church were already read and discussed widely. Konrad Celtis, the arch humanist who would attempt a comprehensive Germania Illustrata by the end of the century had just embarked on his university career. It is now, in the second half of the 15th century that the idea of being part of a German culture, of sharing in the great innovations of the time and living in a unique system of government takes on political significance. The most influential historian of this period, Peter Moraw called this process Verdichtung, the densification or intensification of the constitution of the empire.

Freidrich III before neuss

And who do you think has been swept along with all this enthusiasm for the empire and its defence? The most unlikely of them all, the emperor Friedrich III.

Already in March 1474, so months before Charles the Bold arrives before Neuss did he demand the princes raise 20,000 troops to defend the archbishopric of Cologne. At the same gathering he banned Friedrich the Victorious, brother of the deposed archbishop of Cologne and called on his allies, Albrecht Achilles of Brandenburg and Albrecht of Saxony to lead an army west.

Initially reactions were lukewarm. But when Neuss refused to surrender, and held out month after month, the idea that the all-powerful Burgundian duke could actually be defeated was gaining traction. Enthusiasm built and built. Friedrich III, who had gone to Cologne, received offers for help from ever more far flung places. He was probably as surprised about this as we are.  Even the Swiss Confederation, the arch enemy of the Habsburg for 200 years, offered to march under his banner.

He went to Andernach where in January 1475 he took command of a force of 20,000. He formally declared war against Charles the Bold in one of the first such modern declarations of war. He had to break a number of fortresses along the way, which is why it took him until March before he arrived in Neuss.

Belagerung von Neuss, Holzschnitt aus Conradus Pfettisheim: Geschichte Peter Hagenbachs [Straßburg] 1477

By then Charles’ forces had been pounding the walls for 10 months. Inside the city of Neuss the situation has become utterly desperate. They sent word to the imperial forces that they could not hold out for more than a few days, unless they get relieved.

Charles did not know that and his own situation had also become untenable. Some of his troops had mutinied and nearly shot him. He was due in Calais with his forces to help the English in renewed hostilities with the French. In Lorraine the duke Rene had called off the protectorate. The death of Peter von Hagenbach was as yet unrevenged.

Charles and Friedrich met and signed a truce. And they renewed their commitment for the marriage between Maximilian and Mary of Burgundy. The great dynastic link that would change the face of Europe is still on, even though the fathers of the happy couple had lined up their armies against each other.

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Ep. 213 – Duping a Duke and the Awakening of Friedrich III History of the Germans

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Introduction

Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 213 – Duping a Grand Duke or the Awakening of Friedrich III, which is also episode 11 of season 11: The Fall and Rise of the House of Habsburg.

How long can an emperor not be an emperor? The official record stands at 25 years, that is how long Friedrich III had stayed out of the core areas of the Holy Roman Empire. That meant 25 ears of Imperial Diets without the presence of an Emperor, 25 years of stasis on the challenges of the time, the reform of the empire and the defense against the Ottoman expansion.

But sometime in the late 1460s the apathic emperor Friedrich III, dubbed the Imperial Arch Sleepyhead awakes and does what he had never done before – something. And that something turned into a lot of things, some related to imperial reform, but the most significant something for European history was a marriage, well, an engagement for now, followed by a flight down the river Mosel away from the intended father of the bride.

Yes, it is that famous marriage, just not in the way you may have thought it happened.

Christmas Present

But before we start I wanted to ask you what you want for Christmas. There are so many of you who contribute to the show either financially or by telling their friends and family about the History of the Germans. I had originally thought I would provide a regular flow of bonus episodes for you, but this was ultimately not feasible. As we moved out of the early and high middle ages into the Late Middle Ages and Early Modern Period, the sheer volume of information and the quite frankly bewildering complexity of the period has made demands on my time that left no room for bonus episodes. But you surely deserve more. So I am going to produce a Christmas special, and if you are a patron or one time donor to the show, you can choose what this Christmas special is going to be. Here are the options based on proposals I have received over time:

  • A classic Q&A episode where I will try to answer all your questions,
  • A travel itinerary through Germany where I give you 5 to 10 places I think you should see and that are not on the classic route, or
  • A maximum five minute recording of me butchering German Christmas songs.

I will send you an email in the next few days from my email address historyofthegermans@gmail.com with a poll. Just click on what you prefer and I will deliver, but please do not make me sing….

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And with that, back to the show.

What could Have Been…

We are in the 1460s and it is make or break time for the emperor Friedrich III. The head of the house of Habsburg was a case of terrible miscasting. For all we know, he would have been much happier as a simple imperial prince living in his castle in Wiener Neustadt and tending to his garden and his beloved wife Eleanor. If that had been his fate, he might have ended up as Friedrich the Fruitful, last mentioned in an 1878 biography by a renowned medievalist at the university of Graz, appreciated for his tasteful late gothic funeral monument, but otherwise completely forgotten.

Tomb of emperor Friederich III

But that was not his destiny. Instead the electors, believing he was the foretold last Emperor who would finally bring peace and justice to the land, if not ring in a 1000 years of bliss, had elevated him to king of the Romans.

They were sorely disappointed. Friedrich was apathic, always looking for compromise and happy to step back his ambitions. He had kept away from the issues of the empire, not even shown himself there for 25 long years. This long period of inertia had gained him the nickname the Imperial Arch Sleepyhead.

A.E.I.O.U.

But he was also an intelligent and a genuinely serious person. We do not know whether he realized his shortcomings, but he believed profoundly in the sanctity of the office he had taken on. Even though he had neither the resources nor the charisma to enforce the imperial rights, he never abandoned them. He was, if anything, a staggeringly stubborn man. The kind of doggedly tenacious person who would let his family be bombed to smithereens in the Hofburg rather than giving up his rights to the duchy of Austria.

Even before he had been elected he had devised his personal motto, the letter A.E.I.O.U. Like his ancestor Rudolf the Founder who had devised his own secret script, Friedrich was into astrology, puzzles and mysticism. So he never declared officially what this was supposed to mean, leaving everybody guessing.

A.E.I.O.U. in Friedrichs “Handregistratur”,

When he first mentions it in his notebook in 1437, it might have meant “Amor electis, iniustis ordinor ultor”, which means something like “friend of the chosen and avenger to the unjust”. But then it could also mean, “Alle ere is ob uns” = all honour is for us or Aquila electa iusta omnia vincit = the chosen and just eagle conqueres all.

Friedrich not only saw the empire as eternal and superior to all other princes, he also firmly believed that the House of Austria was exceptional. He had fully bought into the Privilegium Maius, the great forgery of his ancestor, including the fake letters by Caesar and Nero granting Austria preeminent status in the Roman empire.

He took as gospel the “Austrian Chronicle of the 95 Rulers” that had emerged around the same time as the Privilegium Maius. We talked about that in episode 204. This was the story of the rulers of Austria going back to the year 1,500 BC. Here we are reliably informed that this glorious land, once founded by Hercules’ son Norix, had been ruled first by Jewish patriarchs, then Roman emperors and Babenberger dukes, before its great mission was taken up by the Habsburgs.

Friedrich had the coats of arms of these 95 imaginary predecessors immortalised in stone in the courtyard of his castle at Wiener Neustadt. He confirmed the validity of the fake Privilegium Maius in his function as emperor.

Wappenwand der Wiener Neustädter Burg (Theresianische Militärakademie)

And somehow in his head and then in his propaganda, these two strains merged into a narrative whereby Austria was the natural inheritor of the imperial title and predestined to unite Europe. That is when the most common interpretation of AEIOU took hold: “Austriae est imperare orbi universo” or in German: “Alles Erdreich ist Österreich untertan”, both of which mean All the world is subject to Austria.

It is from here onwards that the members of the house of Habsburgs, even when they were ruling far flung lands in Spain or Naples or Flanders, referred to themselves as members of the Casa di Austria, the House of Austria, the dynasty that was predestined to rule over the whole world.

But in 1470, this idea of an all powerful Austria could not be further from reality.

the threat from Matthias Hunyadi

As we heard last week, Friedrich’s neighbour to the south, Matthias Hunyadi, the king of Hungary was reorganizing his kingdom along the lines of a modern Renaissance state, complete with humanists, libraries and a standing army. A standing army strong enough to hold back the mighty Ottoman empire and hence infinitely more powerful than any levy Friedrich could muster in Austria.

And the man who had so often come to Friedrich’s rescue, Georg of Podiebrad, had himself come under a lot of pressure. His past as a leader of the Utraquists had finally caught up with him. Pope Paul II had revoked the Compacta that had readmitted the Utraquists into the Catholic Church and in 1466 excommunicated and deposed the king. Matthias Hunyadi found it in his heart that he, as the shield of Christendom, had to pick up the burden of stealing Georg of Podiebrad’s crown.

As it turned out, Matthias wasn’t as good a general as he was an organizer and book collector. So, despite his extraordinarily well trained and well equipped army, his progress against Georg was slow. But as far as Friedrich was concerned, Podiebrad could no longer be relied upon to come and take the conkers out of the fire as the Germans would say. And the big question was what Matthias would do once he was finished with Bohemia.

Strengthening of the Wittelsbach opposition

Next up the alliance of imperial princes who had already tried to replace Friedrich twice, had become even more powerful. They had won the Mainzer Stiftsfehde and the Princes War. Friedrich’s allies, the margraves of Baden, the duke of Wurttemberg and Albrecht Achilles of Brandenburg were licking their wounds. And then the Wittelsbachs had added another Prince Elector to their list. In 1463 the canons of Cologne had elected the brother of Friedrich the Victorious as their new archbishop and Prince Elector. They might have lost Georg of Podiebrad as a candidate for the title of king of the Romans following the latter’s excommunication, but they were now talking to the richer and more powerful Matthias Hunyadi who was contemplating a bid for the imperial throne, not a man with modest ambitions was he.

But that was still not all. The empire had not only to deal with a resurgent Hungary looking north, but also with a duchy of Burgundy that was disentangling itself from France and was looking to expand eastwards.

Teh expansion of Burgundy into the Empire

The duchy of Burgundy as an independent state had come about initially because king John the Good of France who wasn’t very good as a king, had given the French Burgundy to his beloved youngest son Philipp.

Burgundy is one of those confusing places and political entities. The name goes back to a Germanic kingdom created in the 5th century. It was absorbed into the Merovingian kingdom and broke up into several parts in the 10th century.

There is the duchy of Burgundy, roughly equivalent to the French region of Burgundy around Dijon and Beaune. Then the free county of Burgundy around Besancon, known as the Franche Comte. The kingdom of Upper Burgundy, roughly today’s French Speaking Switzerland with its centers in Geneva and Lausanne and finally lower Burgundy covering the Rhone river from Lyon to Arles and the French Alps. This Burgundy that we are talking about today has its nucleus in the duchy of Burgundy, nothing to do with these other Burgundies.

Burgundy By Marco Zanoli (Sidonius) Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5943793

After Philipp, called Philipp the Bold had received the duchy of Burgundy from his father, he married the heiress of the immensely rich county of Flanders, who also brought Brabant and Limburg into the family. There was one duke in the middle called John the Fearless, but it was under the third duke, Philipp the Good who ruled from 1419 to 1467, that the Burgundians expanded aggressively into the empire.

We did already discuss the acquisition of Hainault, Holland and Seeland in episodes 198 and 199. But Philipp the Good wasn’t done with that. Throughout his reign he added Luxemburg, Namur and Liege, making him truly the Grand Duke in the West.

Burgundy under Philipp the Good

The Burgundian rulers were immensely wealthy because they owned the great Flemish trading and cloth-making towns of Bruges, Ghent, Antwerp, Brussels, Ypres, and, and, and…. For a long time the Burgundians had been focused on French politics where they were the deciding force in the Hundred Years’ War. I was Burgundian support for the English that forced the French into the treaty of Troyes that brought the soin of Henry V to the French Throne.

But when Henry V died and England was careering towards the War of the Roses, the Burgundians were in a bit of a pickle. Though they were originally French princes, the French did not like them very much anymore – something about burning a virgin in Rouen. So as much for self-preservation as for self-aggrandization, the grand Dukes of the West needed a new title and a new positioning. And that title and that positioning was in or in conjunction with the empire.

The son of Philipp the Good, Charles who we call the Bold, but which the French call Le Temeraire, the Reckless, built a huge standing army and ordered tapestries that depicted Gundobad, the fifth century king of the Burgundians, and he would often talk about the lands of the emperor Lothar that covered a broad stretch of territory from the North Sea to the Mediterranean.

Charles “Le Temeraire”

All things that made many people inside the empire nervous, including the emperor Friedrich III, who as we have just heard, already had a long list of things to be nervous about.  

The Awakening of friedrich III

He was actually so nervous he did something he had not done before, which was – to do something. As I said, he wasn’t stupid or a total pushover, just slow, deliberate and keen on the quit life. But a quiet life was no longer on the card, If he wanted to get out of this situation, and most importantly for him, preserve the honor of the House of Austria as well as the Imperial crown, he needed to find new allies and approaches.

Friedrich III

The first thing he did was to go to Rome and reconfirm his close relationship with the papacy now that his friend and former chancellor pope Pius II was dead. What he got from this meeting with pope Paul II apart from promises of support and friendship was the approval of separate bishoprics for Vienna, Wiener Neustadt, Ljubljana and I think one more, important steps that allowed him to deepen and consolidate his power at home.

Mino da Fiesole – Paulus Venetus PP. II

A renewed Approach

But that was no longer enough. The powers arrayed against him had grown far beyond the once important powerbase of his family.

So, in 1470 Friedrich III completely reverses his policy stance. It is as if he had listened to a poem by Janos Pannonius, the great Hungarian Humanist who wrote:

Rome was once saved by Fabius’ delaying

But your delays, Friedrich have brought it to breaking.

You’re always consulting and never quite doing.

Couldn’t you act for once and stop all that chewing

You harken to Saturn, the most frozen of stars;

Far better if emperors were guided by Mars

After 25 years of not setting foot into the empire, of calling diets and assemblies he did not attend and eternal dithering and debating and delaying, Friedrich III took off his imperial arch sleepy head.

The solution to his problems lay in the empire. If he could harness the power of the imperial princes in the defense of his homelands, then he may be able to face off against Matthias Hunyadi. And how can he get that done – by finally delivering on Imperial reform.

The Landfrieden of 1467

In 1467 he issued another common peace, this time including an outright ban on feuding. Anyone pursuing a feud without authorization was guilty, not just of a breach of an imperial order, but was guilty of lèse-majesté.

That was significant in two ways. First, the concept of lèse-majesté is part of Roman Law, the famous laws of the Justinian which granted the emperor in essence absolute power over legislation and execution. These powers have been circulating and have been claimed by the emperors since Barbarossa. We discussed them extensively in episode 55. That was 3 and a half years ago in podcast time and 300 years in actual historical time.

Corpus Iuris Civilis – Dionísio Godofredo – 1583

In the meantime, Roman law had permeated so much of European, specifically continental European jurisprudence. What appealed was that Roman law was structured and comprehensive. Justinian had made sure that this great opus had an inherent logic where each element connected with the other in the creation of one coherent legal philosophy, the exact opposite of the Germanic laws built on tradition and precedent.

It was Roman Law that was taught at the universities across Europe making sure that lawyers from different legal traditions and speaking different languages could still understand each other, negotiate agreements and argue cases before each other’s courts.

And it was immensely popular with kings and princes as it cut through the messy set of ancient rights and privileges, the estates and other representative bodies that pointed to tradition and long practice to hem in the ruler.

Whether it was the Renaissance states of Italy, the grand kingdoms of France and Hungary or the German territorial princes, everyone was busy implementing Roman Law principles.

Friedrich III jumped on the bandwagon when he added the lèse-majesté to the arsenal of the fight against feuds. And he did implement these rules, at least to the extent he was able to. When his mercenary captain, Andreas Baumkirchner declared a feud against the emperor over unpaid bills, Friedrich lured him to Wiener Neustadt, and had him and two of his colleagues executed – for lèse-majesté. He had learned to walk and chew gum at the same time.

Areest of Andreas Baumkircher (19th cnetury)

The Chancery under Adolf of Nassau

In 1470 he had a visit from Adolf of Nassau, the archbishop of Mainz. We have met him in episode 191 and 186 already. Not a nice guy, but Friedrich is no longer mister Nice Guy either. He needed to get stuff done and Adolf was a guy who could get stuff done. Adolf took charge of the imperial chancery and the Kammergericht, the redesigned professional court system that Friedrich had established in 1442, but that had fallen into disuse.

Adolf II von Nassau, Archbishop of Mainz

The Imperial Diet of 1471

And Friedrich showed himself again in the Empire. In 1471 he called the princes of Christendom to Regensburg for a grand assembly to discuss what to do about the Ottomans. Admittedly that was a bit late, a touch self-serving as Ottoman raiders had been penetrating into Styria and yielded the usual zero result, but at least Friedrich was breaking the ice, no longer Saturn, the most frozen of stars.

And Mars was on its way.

Build-up to The Burgundian Engagement

But before he got there, he took a detour to see Mars’ lover, Venus. Not for himself obviously. Since his wife Eleanor had died in 1467, he had not shown any interest in other women, either out of his natural inertia or in an attempt to create another holy imperial couple like Henry II and Kunigunde.

No, Venus was reserved for his one and only son, Maximilian. Last time he had appeared on the scene was in 1463 when he was a four year-old hiding in the cellars of the Hofburg. But by now, i.e., the year 1473, he had grown up to be a strapping lad of 14, ready to take on his duties as son and potential successor to the Holy Roman Emperor.

And his father had an idea, or more precisely his former chancellor Aeneas Piccolomini had  had that idea a long time ago. An idea so cunning, it would change the history of Europe quite fundamentally.

And that idea was for Friedrich to take a leaf out of the book of his ancestor Rudolf I and finally properly leverage his imperial title, not by calling in vacant fiefs, that he would do later, but by offering crowns in exchange of marriage. And the person he was offering the crown to was Charles “Le Temeraire”, the Reckless, the Grand Duke in the West, duke of Burgundy, Luxemburg, Limburg, Geldern, count of Flanders and Namur, advocate of the prince bishoprics of Liege and Utrecht, etc., etc. pp. And in exchange Charles would offer the hand of Mary, his only daughter and only child, in marriage to Maximilian of Austria.

What an amazing deal! Charles gets what he always wanted and the House of Habsburg brings home the richest heiress in Europe. But before you go, ah hurrah we are finally getting into how the Habsburg had married their way to the top, let’s hear what actually happened.

Such a seminal transaction could not be done over the phone or by messenger, the two principal actors – no not Maximilian and Mary – but Friedrich and Charles needed to meet. And that meeting took place in the autumn of 1473 in the city of Trier.

Friedrich had come there with an entourage of Imperial Princes, including several Prince Electors, a total of about 2,000 men.

The Splendour of Charles the Bold

Charles “Le Temeraire” arrived with his own standing army of 15,000 and a full display of the wealth and power of the Grand Dukes of the West.

Kaiser Friedrich III. und Herzog Karl von Burgund – Treffen in Trier 1473. Hier wurde erstmals über eine Heirat mit Maria von Burgund gesprochen. Holzschnitt aus dem “Weiß Kunig”

Charles had reached the pinnacle of his career. He had clapped his adversary, king Louis XI of France in irons, had brutally suppressed an uprising in his city of Liege, allowing his troops to plunder and burn the place so that the Austrian ambassador wrote back to his master that Liege was covered in a blanket of red snow, only the stumps of the church towers sticking out. After that the proud cities of Flanders, even the mighty and unruly Ghent submitted to the will of the duke. That was followed up with the annexation of the Duchy of Geldern and an agreement with the duke of Lorraine that turned that duchy into a protectorate of the Burgundians. With these acquisitions Charles had finally connected the family’s original possession, the duchy of Burgundy with their main power base, the low countries in one contiguous territory. And he was extending his tentacles further south by acquiring the Habsburg lands in Alsace from Friedrich’s dissolute cousin Sigismund of Tyrol.

When Charles rode into Trier at the head of the army that had burned Liege, had taken Geldern an intimidated the duke of Lorraine, he insisted on showing the other side of Burgundian power, the splendor of his court. He arrived wearing a cloak bedecked with 1,400 pearls and 23 rubies over his golden armor. He wore a hat, not yet his most famous golden hat, but still an ostentatious garment featuring a stork feather decorated all over with precious stones.

Charles the Bold in mourning attire after the death of Philip the Good. Illumination from a manuscript of Chastellain’s Chronicle of the Dukes of Burgundy

Charles had brought what looked to many his entire store of household goods, clothes in gold and ermine for himself and his entourage, the finest tapestries from the unsurpassed workshops in Arras, Tournai and Brussels, plates and cups made from gold and silver, the most dazzling armour from Milan, ,anuscripts lavishly decorated by the Limburg brothers and travel alters by Jan van Eyck and Rogier van der Weyden and, and, and whatever bling there was, Charles had it, and lots of it, and he was flaunting it.

The Devonshire Tapestry, Arras 1420/30
Fall of Tangier, from the Pastrana series of tapestries, Tournai 1472-1480
Mon seul désir (La Dame à la licorne) – Musée de Cluny Paris

The contrast to the austere and in comparison, penniless emperor was stark. And what made the whole thing even more awkward was that Friedrich as king and emperor ranked far above a mere duke, even one who had more land, more soldiers and a lot more money than he had.

Reliquiar Karls I. des Kühnen – Gérard Loyet (1467–1471)

The negotiations at Trier

The first few days were taken up with questions of etiquette, before negotiations could begin for real.

Charles and Emperor Frederick III at a banquet in Trier by Diebold Schilling the Elder

Charles opening bid was that he would like to be elected king of the Romans and thereby become Friedrich’s successor as emperor. He would then sponsor the election of Friedrich’s son Maximilian who would also become his heir by marrying the delightful Mary of Burgundy.

Mary of Burgundy, portrait by the circle of Master of the Legend of Saint Madeleine (Maître de la Légende de sainte Madeleine), Château de Gaasbeek, c. 1530–40.

Friedrich very much liked that very last bit of the offer, but the other elements not so much. Friedrich was not at all willing to allow a King of the Romans to be elected during his lifetime who would then lead the imperial reform movement and sideline him. And that reluctance even extended to his own son, let alone the powerful duke of Burgundy.

Fortunately for Friedrich he could hide behind the reluctance of the Prince Electors to endorse Charles’ candidature. Friedrich still had a majority in the college of electors, having strong links to the archbishops of Mainz and Trier, the duke of Saxony and the Margrave of Brandenburg.  But these links were not strong enough to convince them that they should elect someone with a standing army of 20,000, reckless ambition and a reputation for utmost brutality. Plus they had not enjoyed being upstaged by Burgundian glitz and glamour every single day of the 1 and a half month the gathering lasted.

The Burgundian army under Charles the Bold storms the Swiss garrison at Grandson in February 1476

A crown and an Engagement

Friedrich proposed an alternative option. What he could arrange was an elevation of the duke of Burgundy to king of Burgundy. That was an ancient title the empire had acquired (episode 24) but it had been a long time since anyone had been crowned king of Burgundy, I think the last one  was Karl IV. But the title had never formally disappeared.  

I could not find out what exactly the constitutional construct for Charles’ intended royal title had been. Was it a title like the king of Bohemia that gave a degree of independence but retained the bonds of vassalage to the empire, or was it meant to be an elevation to an independent royal title as it had been bestowed on Poland and Hungary in the 11th century.

Even if this was a bit vague, Charles was keen. The royal title he was sure would help him to turn his various territories with their respective institutions and traditions into a more coherent political entity. And he really liked to wear a crown instead of just a ducal hat. So he had his goldsmiths produce such a crown and a sceptre, an orb and all the other accoutrements, all in the finest and latest Burgundian fashion.

Coronet of Margearet of York, Wife of Charles the Bold, made around 1468

He summoned the bishop of Metz to preside over the ceremony.

But before that went ahead, the last business end needed to be tied up. The engagement of Maximilian and Mary of Burgundy. As it happened, only Maximilian was present at Trier. Mary had stayed behind in Flanders depriving the Emperor from inspecting the merchandise, which irritated him no end. Charles seemed to have brought his entire household, just not its most important member. But even though she was sight unseen, still the engagement went ahead.

Mary and Maximilian love brooch dating to 1476. Engagement brooch given to Mary of Burgundy by Maximilian I of Austria

With all the agreements signed and completed, Charles spent his days devising ever more elaborate parades, rituals and costumes to display his soon to be elevated status. Whilst Friedrich had very different thoughts. Well, we do not know what his thoughts were and historians have debated them back and forth for a long time.

The flight of emperor friedrch III

What we do know is that in the middle of the night, the day before the intended coronation, Friedrich with his small entourage boarded a ship and slipped out of Trier. When Charles heard about it, he sent his trusted lieutenant and governor of upper Alsace, Peter von Hagenbach to intercept the emperor. Hagenbach and his men rode as fast as they could along the Mosel river. When their horses got tired, they swapped them for a rowing boat and they rowed as hard as they could. Finally, they caught up with the emperor. Here is historian Bart van Loo’s description what happened next: quote

Konrad von Grunenberg’s ship (1486)

Hagenbach who was fluent in French and German could address Friedrich III in his own language and asked whether his majesty wouldn’t wait a bit for the Burgundian duke.  Hagenbach said that Charles felt wretched because the emperor had risen so early. If it pleased Friedrich to exercise patience, the duke would be able to say farewell in a dignified manner. Even in delicate circumstances, courtesy remained an important consideration.

Friedrich agreed on condition that it would not take too long. When half an hour had passed and the vessels were still bobbing in the stream, a frown appeared on the emperor’s face. Hagenbach declared he would fetch his master. He could not be far away. Friedrich nodded. The Governor of Upper Alsace then jumped in his boat, but he was barely out of sight before the sovereign of the Holy Roman Empire gave the order to continue the journey. By the time Hagenbach reached the duke, the bird had flown.” End quote.

What followed was an epic tantrum. Charles the bold had already been famous for his outbursts, but what his courtiers observed on this day, November 25th, 1473 went beyond what anyone had seen before. Charles locked himself into his room and smashed all his furniture’s like a 15th century Keith Moon. This day that he had hoped would be one of glory and triumph, had become one of fury and shame. The duke of Burgundy had been played in the most outrageous fashion. His daughter, the greatest prize in the European marriage market had been given away for nothing. Breaking the engagement wasn’t an option because it would make his embarrassment even more obvious than it already was, and there was also no other means to acquire a royal title. The rage that he felt about this would send him on an ever more reckless path to achieve his dream of reviving the early medieval Burgundian kingdom or even the empire of Lothair.  

Outlook

And this path will lead him to a small town between Cologne and Dusseldorf, the city of Neuss and into one of the longest and most celebrated sieges of the Late Middle Ages, though celebrated more vigorously in the German Lands than in the dominions of the Burgundian dukes.

Siege of Neuss by Charles the Bold in 1475, by Adriaen Van den Houte

But this story and how that elevated both the sense of unity amongst the subjects of the empire and their emperor is what we will look at next week.

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Matthias Corvinus, King of Hungary

Today we will talk a lot about Matthias Corvinus, the legendary renaissance king of Hungary whose library outshone that of the Medici in Florence and whose standing army was one of the greatest – and most expensive – military forces in 15th century Europe.

Why are we talking about a Hungarian ruler in a series about the Habsburgs? Trust me, there is a good reason beyond it being a fascinating life story.

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 212 – The Library of the Raven King, also Episode 10 of Season 11: The Fall and Rise of the House of Habsburg.

Today we will talk a lot about Matthias Corvinus, the legendary renaissance king of Hungary whose library outshone that of the Medici in Florence and whose standing army was one of the greatest – and most expensive – military forces in 15th century Europe.

Why are we talking about a Hungarian ruler in a series about the Habsburgs? Trust me, there is a good reason beyond it being a fascinating life story.

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And with that, back to the show.

Last week we ended on a cliffhanger. Emperor Friedrich III and his young family were huddling together in the cellars of the Hofburg as cannon pounded the ancient fortress. Walls and towers were crumbling and one errant projectile, one falling piece of masonry or the simple lack of food could have wiped out the dynasty that was destined to rule half of Europe.

The siege of the Hofburg in 1462

How did they get out? Was it the citizens of Vienna realizing they had gone too far? Or the emperor’s brother, the archduke Albrecht VI putting family ahead of personal ambition?

No, help came from one of the least probable corners, from Georg of Podiebrad, the king of Bohemia. Georg, you may remember, had put his name forward as King of the Romans in an attempt to fill the vacuum the 15 year absence of the emperor from the Reich had created. And in this attempt to rise to the title, Georg had allied with Friedrich’s arch enemies, the Wittelsbachs, namely Ludwig the Rich of Bayern-Landshut and Friedrich the Victorious, Count Palatine on the Rhine, and – who would believe it – the emperor’s brother and besieger.

Still, in December 1462 Georg or more precisely his Victorin showed up outside Vienna with of a force of his dreaded Bohemian fighters and demanded that Friederich and Albrecht made peace. Under the watchful eye of the Bohemians, the brothers signed an agreement whereby Albrecht was given control of the whole of the duchy Austria including the city of Vienna for eight years in exchange for a substantial annual payment to Friedrich.

And so the emperor Friedrich III, his wife Eleanor and his son Maximilian were allowed to leave the smoldering ruins of the Hofburg. Teeth clenched and full of anger and hatred, they had to walk the gauntlet of the citizens of Vienna who hissed at them, saying, go back to Graz, seemingly a place so barbarous, no upstanding Viennese felt was fit for human habitation.

Eleanor and Maximilian

Friedrich immediately swore revenge and the war of the brothers continued for another 12 months. In these 12 months Friedrich made some progress, as usual not  through action, but through the actions of his enemies. Albrecht VI managed to irritate the Viennese in record time, so that the mayor, Wolfgang Holzer opened secret negotiations inviting Friedrich III to return. Albrecht got wind of that and had Holzer and two of his colleagues torn limb from limb. A move that was not universally popular in the capital. Before the Viennese could gather their spikes and pitchforks to take revenge on their ungraceful lord, Albrecht VI died, of an infection, the bubonic plague or poison, whatever – he was dead.

Archduke Albrecht VI

By 1464 Friedrich III was back in Vienna, as if nothing had happened, well, he did not go back to Vienna obviously since the Hofburg was still in ruins and memories were fresh, but metaphorically and politically, yes, he was back.

But that does not answer the more fundamental question, why did Georg of Podiebrad help Friedrich III? Why did he not just let the stubborn emperor get buried under the rubble of his superannuated castle?

Episode 210 – Ladislaus PostumusThat gets us back to the circumstances that had brought Georg of Podiebrad to the throne of Bohemia. Georg, as we have heard, had not an ounce of royal blood in his veins. He had been elevated to the title because he had exercised de facto control of Bohemia for more than a decade already. When the nominal king of Bohemia, Ladislaus Postumus, died, the estates of Bohemia preferred the devil they knew to some hereditary claimant like Friedrich III, Kasimir of Poland or the duke of Saxony they didn’t.

Podiebrad had managed to walk a thin tightrope between the two main political factions, the moderate Hussites, known as the Utraquists, and the old school Catholics. The Utraquists had emerged from the heretical Hussite movement that had taken control of the kingdom in 1420 and that no catholic army could overthrow. In 1436 the council of Basel had agreed the Compacta with the Hussites, an agreement that readmitted them into the church, and allowed them certain Hussite practices, such as the eucharist in the form of bread and wine. Hence the name Utraquists, which translates as “under both kinds”.

Map of Bohemia showing the religious affiliaions of different places between Catholics and Utraquists (showing a chalice)

Georg had been the leader of the Utraquists but through a sequence of military successes and subsequent compromises had gained acceptance by the Catholics in Bohemia as well.  By 1462, when Podiebrad appeared before Vienna, this political construct had come under ever increasing pressure, not from the emperor or any of the other frustrated candidates, or from within, but from the papacy.

Ever since Friedrich had signed the concordat of Vienna, the papacy had gained the upper hand over the conciliar movement. The Roman Curia began to systematically dismantle the reforms that had been agreed at Basel. One of the decisions the popes, in particular pope Pius II, aka Silvio Piccolomini, wanted to reverse was the compacta that allowed Hussitism to exist, even in its massively watered down form.

Before his coronation, the papal nuncio had made Georg of Podiebrad swear a secret oath that he would suppress the Hussite religion. Georg did swear the oath but crossed his fingers behind his back, since executing the wish of the Roman pontiff would have been obvious political suicide.

George of Poděbrady, “King of Two Peoples”: Treaties Are to Be Observed. (1923) A painting by Alfons Mucha, part of his monumental cycle The Slav Epic, depicts papal nuncio Fantinus de Valle reminding to king his coronation promise to bring Bohemia “back to the womb of the true Church” and exterminate “heretics” 

Georg needed to find a way to legitimize his rule without suppressing his own people, the Utraquists. Which is why he became keen to be elected King of the Romans. If that had worked out, he would have been largely immune from papal excommunication. I have not done the numbers, but by my estimate, more than half of the rulers of the empire since Henry IV had been excommunicated at one point or another, and all of them had held on to their crowns, except for Otto IV.

The other way he hoped to inveigle  his way into the hearts of the Roman prelates was by promising to fight against the Turks. Bohemia had at the time the most effective war machine in western europe making this a valuable offer.

Hussite Wagenburg

And then there was another player who could provide Georg with his much needed air cover, and that was the emperor Friedrich III himself. For one, Friedrich III was the emperor and Bohemia was part of the Holy Roman Empire. As long as Friedrich recognized Georg as king, Georg was the legitimate king. Moreover, in 1462 the pope was Pius II, aka the former chief secretary of the emperor, Silvio Piccolomini. Doing the emperor a big favour might keep the pope from going all guns blazing after the Hussites and after himself.

And the other question is, what happened if Friedrich managed to get out of Vienna under his own steam? If he found Georg on the side of his enemies, he would almost certainly ban him and encourage the pope to excommunicate him and depose him. And that could easily lead to an uprising of the Catholics inside Bohemia, plus an invasion by his rapacious catholic neighbors.

So, much better to gain eternal imperial gratitude as the white knight who had come to the rescue. And that is why Friedrich III did not end up dead under a pile of rubble.

Georg’s search for legitimacy of his kingship stayed within the established legal and cultural frameworks of the Late Middle Ages. As far as he could make out, it was the Popes and emperors who ultimately decided what was right in the eyes of god, and hence what was right in the eyes of men.

But we are in the year 1462, the year when Piero della Francesco painted his Madonna della Misericordia,  Mantegna began work on the Camera degli Sposi in Mantua, Botticelli was apprenticed to Filippo Lippi and Leon Battista Alberti had published his book on architecture. The Humanists had learned Greek from the envoys of the emperor of Constantinople and were compiling the definitive versions of the works of the great philosophers, Plato, Aristotle, Zeno, Epicurus and all the others. And these definitive versions were coming off the printing presses that had been running for a decade now. The world was changing. The Renaissance was not just coming, it was here.

Andrea Mantegna: Camera Degli Sposi, Mantua

Which gets us to Georg’s colleague, Matthias Hunyadi, the 15 year-old who had been made king of Hungary about the same time as Georg had become king of Bohemia.

Matthias Hunyadi as a young man

And when Georg had an issue with legitimacy, young Hunyadi had the same problem, but tenfold.

When Georg became king he had ruled Bohemia already for a decade. Matthias on the other hand was a boy of 15 with no experience or track record. His only claim to fame was descent from Janos Hunyadi, the hero of Belgrade. It was his uncle, the commander of the Belgrade garrison, who used his substantial influence to get the magnates to elect him. This uncle may have believed he would be rewarded with at lest a few years of regency on behalf of his nephew, but found himself instead confronted with the harshness of Matthias character. The young king sent him off to defend the border in Serbia where the Ottomans promptly captured and decapitated him.

In light of these events, several senior magnates became unsure about young Matthias, left Buda and elected of all people, Friedrich III as king of Hungary. What made this an even more serious challenge to the son of Janos Hunyadi was that Friedrich had the crown of St. Steven. You may remember that 28 years earlier the mother of the boy king Ladislaus Postumus got her lady in waiting to steal the crown of St. Steven to prevent the coronation of the Polish king as king of Hungary. That particular part of the plot failed, but the crown of St. Steven had remained in Vienna all that time. Friedrich III now had it and used it to get crowned as king of Hungary.

As usual, this was the maximum extent of Friedrich’s activity as king of Hungary. He fortified the castles he already held in the west of the country and went home to Wiener Neustadt for more gardening.

That allowed Matthias and his advisers to stabilize the situation and regain the confidence of several of the magnates who had rebelled.  But the issue of the crown remained.

These crowns were not just decorative objects, but spiritual ones as well. They contained relics, they were linked to saints, in this case Saint Steven of Hungary, and over the long period that Hungary was ruled by foreign families, had become the symbol of the state itself.

We have already seen that Karl IV had quite deliberately made the Crown of St. Wenceslaus the object that the Kingdom of Bohemia rallied around, rather than the person of the king. In Hungary that process had not been that deliberate, but the result was similar. Only a king who walked under the crown of St. Steven was the real king.

And that applied even more to a king who had no royal blood. Matthias needed the crown of St. Steven if he wanted to make sure his kingdom and his dynasty would endure.

And in 1463 he got it back. Matthias had been negotiating with Friedrich III for years over his claim to be king of Hungary and the crown. And as always, Friedrich had blocked and insisted on his rights, even when he had no chance at all of turning them into tangible power. But when Friedrich returned from his ordeal in the Hofburg he was ready to trade. For the right sum, a sum large enough to muster an army against his hated brother, he would hand over the saintly headgear. 80,000 gulden was the price, and some minor small print. Friedrich was allowed to retain a few Hungarian counties and castles, places he had held since 1440 anyway. And just one minor thing – Friedrich was allowed to retain the title of a king of Hungary and if Matthias would die without heir, Friedrich would inherit Hungary.

That should have been one of those completely out of the money options that were practically worthless. Matthias was 20 years old, Friedrich was 48. Matthias had just got engaged to Catherine, the daughter of Georg of Podiebrad, 14 years old and ready to produce heirs. What were the chances that Friedrich would outlive Matthias and that Matthias would have no legitimate children. Yeah, what were the chances indeed?

The crown of St. Stephen did help Matthias to establish his right to rule Hungary, but that was by no means enough.

The Magnates of Hungary, the 60 families that controlled this enormous kingdom that at the time comprised not just modern day Hungary, but also Slovakia, Croatia and Transylvania, they did not regard the Hunyadis as equals. Matthias had not been born in a massive castle in the Hungarian plain, but in the house of a well-to-do wine grower in a city that is now in Romania where it is called Cluj-Napoco, but is known to Hungarians as Kolozsvár and to Germans as Klausenburg. This was and is one of these regions of Europe that are heavily contested between various ethnic groups, including the Siebenbürger Sachsen who had come there in the 13th century. There is no way I can get through this story as a sidebar in this episode, so we just leave it at that.

Matthias Hunyadi was born in Transsylvania. His father, though a great hero, had come from a family of lower nobility who had risen to prominence and enormous wealth under Sigismund’s reign as king of Hungary. A hero, sure, but still, not exactly the right sort of chap. Even if his son now carried the most holy crown of St. Stephen on his head underneath it he was still the same old chav.

The house where Matthias Corvinus was born in Kolozsvár (present-day Cluj-Napoca, Romania)

What Matthias needed was a way to bend the magnates to his will. And not just one way, but preferably a whole set of tools. And since Matthias was a very smart guy, educated by one of Hungary’s most learned and most astute churchmen, he came up with several.

The first one was to style himself as Europe’s bulwark against the infidels. In 1456 Hungary had – again – stood alone against the Ottomans coming up the Balkans. And since the empire was unable to get its act together and neither Bohemia nor Poland really helped, Matthias could quite credibly claim that he, and only he, was the shield of Christendom. And that was a claim that resonated very strongly in Italy.

We tend to forget how close the Ottoman empire was to Italy, in particular southern Italy. The Straight of Otranto is the narrowest point of the Adriatic where just 45 miles separate the coast of Italy from Albania. I have been to Otranto and you can actually see the mountains of Albania from there. For now Skanderbeg, the most successful Albanian leader of the period was winning his battles against Mehmed II, but he died in 1468 and from then onwards an Ottoman invasion into Italy became a possibility, a possibility that  materialised in 1480, when Ottoman troops took the city of Otranto in Puglia.

Portrait of Giorgio Castriota Scanderberg.

Long story short, the Italians were a lot more concerned about an Ottoman invasion than the rest of Western Europe. Byzantine exiles from Constantinople had been stirring up fear of the alleged barbaric turks for decades. Their pupils, the Italian humanists would write long elegies about the Hunyadis and their valiant defence of Christendom against these vicious fiends. The popes in particular bought into that sentiment and supported a united and powerful Hungary. And as long as Matthias was the most likely person to keep Hungary together and ready to fight, the popes held their hand over the young king, come what may.

The second pillar of his regime was the army. And what an army it was. Matthias had inherited his father’s mercenary force of 6,000 to 8,000 men, kept under arms at all times. Over his 32 year reign he wil expand this force to its peak of 28,000 men, making it the by far largest standing army in christian europe, twice as large as the standing army of Louis XII of France. This army consisted of four main forces, the heavy cavalry, infantry and the light cavalry, the famous hussars and finally regiments of field artillery, used in the early stages of battle and during sieges.

Jörg Kölderer: A big caliber siege cannon from the “Elephant” series of Matthias Corvinus.

The regular use of artillery was not the only innovation. A quarter of Matthias’ infantry men was equipped with an arquebuse, a type of early musket, more than any other army at the time. Their fighting tactics took some inspiration from Jan Zizka’s Hussite wagenburgs. Though instead of bringing along carts, his infantry used pikemen to form defensive squares allowing the arquebusiers and crossbowmen to shoot at the enemy from inside this square, very much like Zizka’s fighters shot from inside their wagenburgs. Light cavalry too was an innovation, likely inspired by Ottoman warfare. These forces were highly mobile, brilliant at raids and surprise attacks.

Top: Black Army knights fought with Ottoman cavalry. Bottom: training of knights. Engraving from the Thuróczy chronicle (1488)

What made this force the most powerful fighting force in europe though was that key ingredient of modern warfare, discipline. The soldiers in the Black Army were professional soldiers who fought for money. Matthias paid them well. His heavy cavalry men were paid five florins a month, well above the usual 3 florins, light cavalry revceived 3 florins a month, again sustantially more than normal. Within the infantry pay varied between simple pikemen and the crssbowmen and arquebusiers and the most specialised, the gunners, operating the field cannon. But all were paid a lot more than anyone else would. And in return they had to follow orders, train, work together across cavalry and infantry and accept that their officers were chosen on merit, not on who their dad was. Compare that to the battle of Nicopol 70 years earlier where the arrogance and stupidity of the Burgundian and French high aristicrats led to the annihilation of the Christian forces by the Ottomans.

Saint George and Saint Florian, depicted in the armour suits of Black Army knights. Fresco of the Roman Catholic church of Pónik 

When Matthias army reached its maximum size of 28,000, the cost of keeping it in the field is estimated at 300,000 to 350,000 florins per quarter. To put that in context, Matthias paid Friedrich III 80,000 ducats for the crown of St. Stephen, basically a month’s wages. When Albrecht II paid up for the privilege to marry the daughter of emperor Sigismund and with her the right to the Hungarian and Bohemian crowns, he paid 400,000 florins, again, the equivalent of four months of Matthias’ army.

And this was not the only standing army in Hungary at the time. Apart from the mobile Black Army, Matthias furnished the fortresses along the southern border with permanent garrisons, equipped with cannon and trained in defensive siege warfare. These fortresses covered an unbroken line stretching 500km from the Adriatic see to Wallachia, almost five times the length of Hadrain’s wall.

Military movements of Matthias Corvinus and the Black Army

Bottom line, we are talking an absolutely unprecedented expenditure here. Now where did the money for all that come from?

Certainly not from the royal purse. The magnates controlled 2/3rds of the land directly and another quarter through the church. The king himself owned only about 5%. Nowhere near enough revenue to cover even a week of the army’s cost.

Then we have the Hunyadi’s personal fortune. Matthias Hunyadi had inherited 2.3 million hectares, 28 castles, 57 towns and 1,000 villages from his father. Now we are talking. But again, how long would that last?

Then there were the mines in what is now Slovakia. These were famous for their silver and copper and one of them, Neusohl, provided the Fugger’s with a virtual monopoly in copper after Matthias was dead. But as we have heard in the epsiodes about Nurnberg, in the 15th century the Hungarians never saw the true benefit of their copper. The copper seams in Slovakia were heavily mixed with silver, but it was the Nurnberger smelters who had the technique to extract the silver from the copper ore, making them immensely rich, whilst the king of Hungary and the local mining operators saw only a fraction of the value.

Sorting of Coppr ore in Neusohl
Engraving from De re metallica di Georg Agricola, Basilea, 1556

Now what? There is a reason we associate the appearance of standing armies with the establishment of modern states. General taxation was the only way such forces could be built, equipped and maintained. And the ability to set and collect general taxes required a large and  powerful bureaucracy, the kind of bureaucracy normally assocoiated with a modern state.

Matthias stablished a bureacracy across Hungary, though it is doubtful it had the same breadth and depth as a modern state. The true reason his people were prepared to pay his general tax of 1 gold florin for each household, was his army. These soldiers were not just permanently under arms, but they were also utterly loyal to the king. In particular in the beginning, the vast majority of them weren’t Hungarins, but Bohemians, Germans, Croats and Poles. They didn’t have any links to the peasants and minor nobles who they made to pay. Faced with a professional army even the great Hungarian magnates coughed up their due.

The Black Army and the line of fortresses along the border turned Matthias’ Hungary into a major European power, a power that could defend itself and the lands behind it against an Otttoman invasion. But it wasn’t powerful enough to take the offense to sultan Mehmet’s 60,000 cavalry and 10,000 Janissaries. Which explains Matthias’ rather lacklustre attempts to join the crusades the popes kept calling for. In fact he only pursued one major campaign, in 1464 in Bosnia where he recaptured an important fortress. But that was as far as it went.

When his ally, Vlad III, Voivode of Vallachia stood up against the Ottoman sultan and raided across Ottoman Bulgaria, Matthias not only left him hanging out to dry, but took him prisoner. We know Vlad III by his epithet Vlad the Impaler, or even better by his other nckname, Dracula, the little dragon. I am not going to discuss the contested question whether or not he was indeed a monster who had 10s of thousands of men, women and children, even babies impaled. What matters here is that Matthias used these stories to paint Vlad as a psychpath, which justified his decision to not support his crusade, to lock him up and thereby appease the Sultan.

Portrait of Vlad III (c. 1560), reputedly a copy of an original made during his lifetime

Which gets us to the third leg of his power, a tremendous public relations machine. Matthias had enjoyed a very thorough education. His tutor was Janos Vitez, one of the early Humanists in Hungary. Vitez had studied in Vienna and had risen to prominece in the service of emperor Sigismund. In 1445 he became the bishop of Oradea where he built one of the earliest Renaissance palaces in central Europe. That palace held a great library that contained the latest editions of the Latin and Greek classics, to be perused by his circle of Humanist friends, many of them Italians, but also Germans, Poles and obviously locals. He sponsored many young Hunagrians to study in Italy, including his nephew, Janos Pannonius, who became the best known Hungarian writer of this period.

Portrait of Janos Vitez, Plautus-kódex, Ferrara, c.1465. (Bécs, Österreichische Nationalbibliothek, Cod. 111.

Matthias, who had grown up in this environment was naturally drawn to the new ideas about architecture and culture that came over from Italy. It is again important to understand that Hungary at the time had access to the Adriatic and connections to Italy were close and well established. After all, the dynasty that ruled Hungary before Sigismund had been the Anjou of Naples. It is therefore not at all surprising that Italian Humanists, architects and artists were attracted by offers from Hungarian courts.

But there was also a political dimension to these cultural exchanges that Matthias sought to benefit from. Let’s take a look at who was in charge of the major Italian states in 1460/1470. Florence was ruled by the Medici, a family of bankers, Venice by an oligarchy of traders, Mantua, Bologna, Rimini, Perugia by local strongmen who had risen as condottiere, and then most of Northern Italy was under the control of Francesco Sforza, the greatest mercenary captain of his age. Very few of these were held by ancient aristocratic families, and even those like for instance Naples were held by rulers of dubious legality.

And one way in which these commoners justified their rule was through art and architecture. Brunelleschi’s cupola of the duomo in Florence was not just an engineering marvel, it was also a symbol of the effectiveness of the Medici rule. Leonardo’s last supper was not just a masterpiece, but also a sign that the Sforza were ruling with god’s blessing. But the biggest propaganda value lay in the references back to the ancient Romans. The great Roman consuls and emperors, Scipio, Marius, Caesar, Augustus, Trajan, Marcus, Aurelius, Constantine did not inherit absolute power but had earned it, whilst those who just inherited power, the Caligulas, Neros, Commodus and Heligobalus squandered it.

Interior of Teatro Olimpico (Vicenza)

By going back to the ancients, these strongmen could justify their rule, claiming their merit superseded the herditary rights of the Visconti or the Anjou. So when the Malatesta of Rimini comissioned Lean Battista Alberti to turn the old gothic cathedral into a mausoleum for his family in the style of a roman temple, it wasn’t a fashion statement, but a political one.

Art and Architecture was one component of this large public relations effort to legitimise the power of these nouveau riches, the other was science, knowledge, literature, and also libraries. The great Italian princes competed hard over who had the most dazzling court of intellectuals and the largest and best library in the land. Cosimo de Medici and his grandson Lorenzo were avid collectors, bringing together a thousand or so manuscripts covering both religious and secular topics, now in Michelangelo’s Laurentian Library. Frederico da Montefeltro, duke of Urbino and quintessential Renaissance prince had a similar number of books, most of them in Latin, but also 168 were in Greek, 82 in Hebrew and even 2 in Arabic.

Laurentian Library: Vestibule

And that is where Matthias, a new man like all of these, superseded them all. In the magnificent renaissance palace his Italian architects erected for him in Buda, his library comprised roughly 3,000 volumes, three times as many as the Medici and almost as many as the largest library in Christendom, the Vatican library. To amass such a number of books was at a minimum a huge logistical challenge. Travelling from Florence, where the best booksellers of the age operated, to Buda could easily take months. The roads were not always safe and these books were not only incredibly valuable, but also easy to conceal and sell, a bit like 19th century imperial jewellery.  Some of these books Matthias took from other Hungarian libraries whose owners had either passed away or fallen into disgrace. Others he had produced in the workshop he established in his palace at Buda, but the majority he ordered from Italy.

Castle of Buda in the 15th century

Hardly anything that Matthias built or collected survived the vagaries of time. His palaces in Buda and Visegrad have been entirely destroyed, so that just one of the many fountains that once adored his gardens survived. Of his famed library only 200 books can still be attributed.

Visegrad palace in the time of Matthias Corvinus

But as a political tool it did work. He had placed the library right behind the throne room. Foreign dignitaries and local magnates could see the rows and rows of books behind the king, making clear that his power wasn’t just built on brawn but also brain.

And whilst the Italian princes competed over books, painters and writers amngst each other, Matthias’ message had another, wider audience. In the 15th century most of Europe saw the Hungarians as fierce, but rustic and uneducated warriors. Meanwhile despite what the Greek refugees in Italy said about the Turks, thoe who travelled there knew that Constantinople had benefitted enormously from being again the capital of a huge empire. Wonderous new mosques and palaces were comissioned, old trade routes that had been disrupted reopened and Venetian and Genoese merchants resumed their activities. Italian artists like Gentile Bellini came to paint the sultan and Mehmet II’s library could easily rival thos eof teh Italian princes.

Hence Matthias needed to show Hungary not just as a military, but also as a cultural bulwark of Western Europe. His library, his buildings and the humanists at his court were there as the intellectual force that held back the alleged barbarism of the Turks.

We know him today as Matthias Corvinus, after his heraldic symbol, the raven, corvus in Latin. In the 15th century the raven was not yet a symbol of darkness and witchcraft. It appeared in Genesis when Noah sent a raven to find out whether the waters have receded, ravens fed the prophet Elias during a drought, and in Luke 12,24 it says: Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them”. Ravens were birds sent by God for a specific purpose, and hence most suitable for a king tasked with the defence of Christendom.

Raven of Matthias Corvinus, carrying a golden ring

Some Italian humanists then concocted the idea that the Hunyadis were descendant of Marcus Valerius Corvus, a roman senator elected consul six times and dictator twice. Matthias never formally endorsed the theory, but also did not deny it, again adding to the reasons he was the rightful ruler of Hungary.

Not just Hungary. As we already mentioned, Matthias Corvinus did not use his great army and broad support at home and abroad to regain lost territory from the Ottomans. In fact, he largely left the Ottomans alone after 1464.

Instead, he turned his gaze north, to Bohemia and Austria. It was these lands he used his army to conquer. First, he went for Bohemia, the kingdom of his erstwhile father in law, Georg of Podiebrad. By now pope Paul II had revoked the Compacta and Georg of Podiebrad had been excommunicated and declared a heretic. This gave Matthias the justification he needed. As the shield of Christendom, he was not only tasked with defence against the Muslims, but also with eradicating heresies. Or so he claimed. In 1471 he had succeeded in a manner of speaking. Georg of Podiebrad had given up the hope of creating a dynasty and had made Kasimir IV of Poland the heir to the kingdom of Bohemia, and he had given up the outer territories of Bohemia, Silesia, Moravia and Lusatia to Matthias.

After this success, Matthias turned on Austria and on Friedrich III. This war, that lasted until his death in 1490 could not be justified as a crusade against a heretic or a war against the Turks.

If there was to be a justification for his ambition, it went as follows. The Ottoman armies are far stronger than those of Hungary alone, even his Black Army. If Europe was to be defended successfully, all of the forces of central Europe, Hungary, Bohemia, Austria, the Holy Roman Empire and Poland have to act in unison. And guess how one can ensure that these diverse places act in unison…

Now, you ask, what has that to do with the Habsburgs?

States and empires stick together for a reason, often these reasons are cultural or linguistic. But sometimes they are not, sometimes they are driven by a shared belief in institutions – like in Switzerland – sometime they are a function of geography, like Britain, and sometimes they are a function of geopolitical circumstances.

If one wonders why three so culturally different nations like the Hungarians, the Czechs and the Austrians, plus a large number of others stuck together from the 15th to the early 20th century, it wasn’t just the iron will of the Habsburg dynasty. As we have seen at the top of the episode, the Habsburgs could have easily disappeared from history in 1462. If they had disappeared, I am fairly convinced that a multinational state in central europe would have emerged anyway, be it under the Hunyadis or the Jagiellons or someone else. Because only a combination of these forces and support from Poland and the Empire was strong enough to halt the Ottoman progress.

Habsburgs versus Ottomans – map

This objective was what gave legitimacy to the state and the campaigns of Matthias Corvinus and will give justification for the existence of the Habsburg empire. And the Habsburgs adopted some of the other elements of Matthias Hunyadi’s concept; the Landsknechte were the Maximilan’s version of the Black Army, general taxation, which in turn required the bureaucracy of a modern, absolutist state were introduced in the hereditary lands and in the empire. The sponsorship of art, architecture and literature as a counterpoint to the alleged barbarity of the Ottomans embellished Vienna. And last but definitely not least, the ferocious persecution of anyone who wasn’t Catholic became a key Habsburg feature.

That is not to say the Habsburgs slavishly copied Matthias Hunyadi. Friedrich III was no fan of the renaissance and his architectural taste remained rooted in the Gothic style; his right to rule was not based merit, but on his unshakeable belief that his family was divinely ordained . His son Maximilian was the first Habsburg to be a true Renaissance prince, but he left neither much architecture nor did he create a library. But he understood the importance of public relations in a way no emperor had before, using painting, engraving and the printing press to achieve what the Biblioteca Corvina did for Matthias.

But that is for next week when we will take a look at how Friedrich III responded to the emergence of the Black Army and the great Corvinian Library on his doorstep and how he finally, finally got out of his apathy, and went off to talk first marriage and and then war with Charles the Bold, duke of Burgundy, getting a ball rolling that will drop into the net that we call the Habsburg empire.

The Siege of the Hofburg in 1462

It is November 1462 and the emperor Friedrich III and his young family are huddling together in the cellars of the Hofburg. The citizens of Vienna are shooting cannonballs into the 13th century castle, the walls are crumbling and any moment now the angry crowds may break in. Outside, supporting the insurrection stood his own brother, calling on him to give up.

Two crowns he has already lost and a third is about to be knocked off his head as the imperial princes had ganged up on him. Friedrich III was a man who firmly believed in ancient laws and traditions and was profoundly ill suited for a world where, as Picciolomini wrote in the last sentence of his history of the emperor Friedrich III quote: “We are of the opinion that empires are won by weapons, not by legal means!”  

Two crowns he has already lost and a third is about to be knocked off his head as the imperial princes had ganged up on him. Friedrich III was a man who firmly believed in ancient laws and traditions and was profoundly ill suited for a world where, as Picciolomini wrote in the last sentence of his history of the emperor Friedrich III quote: “We are of the opinion that empires are won by weapons, not by legal means!”  

Friedrich III and with him the Habsburgs hit rock bottom, but how and why exactly he ended up there, and what that tells us about the profound changes during this period of history is what we are going to explore in this episode.

Ep. 211 – Hitting Rock Bottom History of the Germans

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Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans: Episode 211 – Hitting Rock Bottom, also episode 10 of Season 11: The Fall and Rise of the House of Habsburg.

It is November 1462 and the emperor Friedrich III and his young family are huddling together in the cellars of the Hofburg. The citizens of Vienna are shooting cannonballs into the 13th century castle, the walls are crumbling and any moment now the angry crowds may break in. Outside, supporting the insurrection stood his own brother, calling on him to give up.

Two crowns he has already lost and a third is about to be knocked off his head as the imperial princes had ganged up on him. Friedrich III was a man who firmly believed in ancient laws and traditions and was profoundly ill suited for a world where, as Picciolomini wrote in the last sentence of his history of the emperor Friedrich III quote: “We are of the opinion that empires are won by weapons, not by legal means!”  

Friedrich III and with him the Habsburgs hit rock bottom, but how and why exactly he ended up there, and what that tells us about the profound changes during this period of history is what we are going to explore in this episode.

But before we start I would like to touch on something completely different. I recently came across a Facebook post from someone claiming to have discovered a foolproof path to YouTube success. His method? Find the five most popular videos, transcribe them, and ask ChatGPT to create a new script from the results.

Apart from the obvious copyright issues, it made me wonder why anyone would want to do that. This is clearly not a creative endeavor of any kind. Whoever does that does not want to convey any thoughts or ideas, nor achieve a deeper understanding of anything; it’s purely about money. But who would pay for such drivel? Audiences care about quality and authenticity and are pretty good at smelling a rat. So it must be the advertising dollars they are after.

And yes, this scheme might yield a small profit, given the minimal effort required to churn out this AI-generated sludge. But for the rest of us, it is a nightmare. We end up wading through a morass of nonsense to find the nuggets we are looking for.

I am no luddite. I can see a lot of benefit from using AI tools to make this podcast better or better known. It is not the technology that is the problem, it is the advertising driven business model of social media. Without it, nobody would be pumping out utter dross. Which once more convinces me that running this podcast advertising free was the right choice, something I can only do thanks to the extreme generosity of our patrons who have already signed up at historyofthegermans.com/support. If you join them, your name will be immortalized here, just like Anne T., Ged M., TOXDOC, David W.H., Norman J., and Arvid M. are today.

And with that, back to the show.

TheAftermath of the death of Ladislaus Postumus

Last week we ended on the sudden death of the boy king Ladislaus Postumus. Ladislaus had been at least nominally king of Hungary, King of Bohemia and duke of Austria. However, power in these territories had largely shifted to local leaders, in Hungary to the great general John Hunyadi, in Bohemia to the Hussite baron Georg of Podiebrad and in Austria to the populist firebrand Ulrich von Eyczing.

Jan Škramlík: King Ladisalus Postumus thanks georg of Podiebrad on his deathbed
The election of Matthias Corvinus

Let’s first have a look at what happened in Hungary. The local leader there, John Hunyadi had died following his heroic defence of Belgrade against the sultan Mehmet. His eldest son, Lazlo had been executed by king Ladislaus for the murder of Ulrich of Celje, a relative of the king and rival of the Hunyadis. The younger son, Matthias had been brought to Prague as a prisoner when king Ladislaus had to flee Hungary from the rage of the Hunyadi party.

The mourning of LViktor Madarasz (1840-1917). The Mourning of Laszlo Hunyadi. 1859. Hungarian National Gallery. Budapest. Hungary.i

When King Ladislaus died, the imprisoned Matthias Hunyadi was freed. On his return to Buda, the Hungarian nobles gathered and, in an unprecedented act of political boldness, proclaimed him king.

It is difficult to overemphasise how significant this was. Hungary had been a Christian kingdom since the year 1000, its rulers chosen on lineage and merit. After the extinction of the original  Árpád dynasty in 1301, a series of foreign monarchs had ruled, each claiming descent or marital ties to justify their crowns. Matthias Hunyadi had no blood relation to the Arpads or any previous Hungarian ruler nor did he belong to one of the 60 magnate families. And pure merit could not justify it either, since at 15 years of age, he simply had not yet had the time to prove himself.

Still the magnates set aside the heirs of their erstwhile king, and instead elevated the son of the man who had defended Christendom against the Ottoman threat at the siege of Belgrade. Matthias became king of Hungary in January 1458 and ruled for 32 years. He became known by his latinised name, Matthias Corvinus, Matthias the Raven, and we will hear a lot more about him, just not today.

Andrea Mantegna – King Matthias Corvinus of Hungary
The rise of Georg of Podiebrad to king of Bohemia

And something similar was happening in Bohemia. There were various options for the succession of Ladislaus, first and foremost the Habsburgs, specifically the emperor Friedrich III, then the husbands of Ladislaus’ sisters, Kasimir of Poland and Wilhem of Saxony, or the true ruler of Bohemia, Georg of Podiebrad. And, like in Hungary, the estates set aside the claims of the princely houses, and chose a simple baron with not an ounce of royal blood.

Václav Brožík: A scene from the coronation of Georg of Podiebrad

One of the reasons the estates of Hungary and Bohemia were prepared to risk such a move was the inertia of Friedrich III. They looked at Friedrich’s track record and they knew for a fact that he would not come down to Buda or Prague with an army of mercenaries demanding his inheritance. Nor would Kasimir of Poland who was still fighting the Teutonic Order in Prussia nor Wilhelm of Saxony, well the latter because, because he did not have the cards.

The social, military and economic changes in the 15th century

But it was also a result of broader social, military and economic changes. When we did our series on the 15th century we came across men of modest backgrounds taking charge. Some made their career in the church, like Nicholas Cusanus and Andreas Silvio Piccolomini, something that had always been possible. But now we have bankers like the Welser, Fugger, Imhof and Hochstetter that are richer than any prince and determine the outcome of wars and imperial elections. We have inventors and entrepreneurs that change the world, like Gutenberg and his fellow printers, the armourers Kolman, Lorenz and Helmschmied, the cartographers, mathematicians, clockmakers; and there are the university professors training lawyers in how to take over the administration of the state. The military became a professional force, led by mercenary commanders who had risen through the ranks and some end up ruling cities as counts and marquesses and, in the case of Francesco Sforza, rise to the title of a duke of Milan.

Western Europe, for the first time in centuries experienced social mobility, social mobility that went as far as raising simple noblemen to the royal thrones in Hungary and Bohemia.

So one could argue that it wasn’t all Friedrich III’s fault that Hungary and Bohemia were lost to the Habsburgs for the time being. But then we have seen Sigismund gaining the St. Stephen’s crown from a much less promising position and we will see other Habsburgs turning tenuous titles into tangible territories.

The division fo Austria

That gets us to the last of Ladislaus’ possessions, the duchy of Austria. There the estates had appointed Ulrich von Eyczing as Landverweser, i.e., temporary regent whilst they debated who should be the new duke. Here are the runners and riders: Friedrich III, emperor and most senior of the Habsburg archdukes. Then there is his brother, Albrecht VI, at this point archduke in control of further Austria, i.e., the ancestral lands on the upper Rhine. And, in the outside lane, is Sigismund, the archduke and count of Tyrol.

Erzherzog Albrecht VI. (Österreich). Miniatur des thronenden Herrschers mit Rosenkranz in einem für ihn angefertigten Gebetbuch (Pergamenthandschrift, 1455/63)

On the face of it, neither Sigismund nor Albrecht should have a particular claim or interest in the duchy of Austria. Sigismund was the youngest and preoccupied with his innumerable and rapacious mistresses and his even more ruinous wars against Milan. And Albrecht’s main powerbase was a long way from Vienna.

On that basis Sigismund was given some vague promises and quickly dispatched back to Innsbruck, but Albrecht insisted on his pound of flesh. Much depended on the position Ulrich von Eyczing, the actual leader of the duchy. Eyczing in one of these 180 degree shifts we see a lot in this period, opted for the emperor he had previously dismissed as sluggish and miserly. Which was not very clever, since Albrecht simply snatched him and put him in jail. At which point even the sloth-like Friedrich felt he needed to come to Vienna and see what he could do to become duke. He freed von Eyczying and had a serious ding dong with his brother, which ended in an agreement to divide the duchy in two along the river Enns. Albrecht was to receive Austria above the Enns, which is modern day Upper Austria, where he established his headquarters in Linz. Friedrich got Austria proper, including Vienna.

We will get back to the situation in Vienna by the end of this episode, but before we do that, we need to talk about the other crown in play, that of the Holy Roman empire.

Friedrich III’s scorecard in 1458

Sorry, why is that crown in pay? Friedrich III has been elected in 1440 and crowned emperor in 1452. Who needs a new one. The simple answer was – everyone.

When the electors chose Friedrich III  in 1440 they expected him, the tall, broad shouldered promised mythical last emperor in control of all the Habsburg lands and crowns, to solve three major problems: Defence of Europe against the Ottomans, reform of the church and reform of the Empire.

By 1458 the scorecard for Friedrich III looked as follows:

Defence aganst the Ottoman threat

Defence of Europe against the Turks, to say it in the words of the Eurovision song contest: Saint Empire Romaine – Nul Points. Friedrich III had not mobilised any forces in the crusades against the Ottomans in 1444, 1448 and 1456. Constantinople had fallen under his watch and he had not lifted a finger helping John Hunyadi and Giovanni Capistrano defending Belgrade. The utter failure of the imperial diets in 1454, 1455 and 1456 that were supposed to organise the defence against the Turks was laid at his door, with some justification. He had called the gatherings but could not be bothered to go there himself, which meant very few other princes showed up and the whole thing went nowhere.

Church reform

Item 2 on the list, church reform scored no better. Yes, by going over to the side of the pope and ditching the council of Basel he did help ending the conciliar and papal schism. But at what price? The church in the empire remained subject to far reaching interference by Rome, church revenues went down to the papacy in much higher proportions then elsewhere and actual reform of the church, aka, proper training of priests, the end of benefice farming and generally better behaviour, none of that was happening. Some historians who defend Friedrich III argue that there was never a chance that the emperor could enforce church reform. Well, maybe, but at least he could have tried. Sigismund did try, and he achieved the end of the schism.

Reform of the Empire

That leaves item 3 – reform of the empire. Reform of the empire had been on the agenda ever since Ludwig the Bavarian and then Karl IV shed papal influence over the management of the empire. It was now down to the emperor and the German princes to define the laws, processes and institutions of the state.

Germania by Jörg Kölderer’s workshop for the Triumphzug of Emperor Maximilian

Karl IV had taken a first stab at it in two ways. On the positive side he passed the Golden Bull of 1356 that set out the roles of the Prince Electors and confirmed the absence of papal interference. On the not so positive side, his extreme bribery in the run-up to first his own election and then the election of his son Wenceslaus, had wiped out the financial basis of the royal office.

Map of the Holy Roman Empire in 1356

That meant from the middle of the 14th century onwards, being emperor was a pleasure entirely funded out of the officeholders private purse. Which explains why Karl IV’s successors, who all had serious money problems, were so remarkably ineffective.

In the hundred years since the Golden Bull, the empire had failed to set up an effective system of law and order, there was no formal political decision making process, no common rules on coinage, road building and commerce, nor was there a taxation system that could sustain any such institutions.

The empire was falling behind fast. In England, France, Spain, Poland institutions like parliaments, unified court system and tax collection infrastructure were being rolled out, despite, or because of the ongoing military pressure. The same was true for the territories within the empire, where princes were consolidating their power, hired lawyers to run their bureaucracy, negotiated taxation rates with the estates and enforced court judgements.

If the empire wanted to defend itself against the Ottomans and the encroachment by France, Burgundy, Poland, Sweden and Hungary, it urgently needed at least some of these kinds of institutions.

 That was the bit most people agreed on. The other thing that everybody agreed on was that making that happen, was extremely difficult.

Why? Let’s think this through. Say you were to introduce an imperial government tasked with defending the borders and preventing the endless feuding between the princes. Good plan. Now you need the money to fund this government, i.e., money to pay the bureaucrats, judges and if necessary armies to fight the Turks or keep the princes from killing each other. Well, that money should come out of taxes, which were to be paid by the territorial princes and the cities. To go with a concept that is now almost forgotten: “no taxation without representation”, meant the territorial princes and cities would demand a seat on that imperial government. At which point the emperor goes, hang on a minute. I am God’s anointed and I am not going to have my government be hemmed in by these other princes.

O.k., what is the emperor’s proposal? Well, Friedrich said: we can do as we do it back home in Styria and Carinthia, i.e., I call up the estates when I need money and will make concessions as and when that happens. But otherwise I can do what I want, in particular my judges are where you have to take your cases or appeals and if I ask for help fighting the Turks you come and fight for free like in the good old days of Frederick Barbarossa. At which point the territorial princes say, no, no, no. If we do it like that, then you have actual influence on the ground in my lands and my family had just spent a hundred years getting control of my own people, so thanks, but no thanks. And your idea I would fight for you for free, you are not serious, right

It is one of those almost irresolvable problems that require someone willing to dedicate time and effort resolving it, with the power to bang heads together and the willingness to compromise when needed.

Emperor Friedrich III wasn’t that man. His initial reform from 1442 had failed and even his great innovation, the Kammergericht was regularly left without appropriate staffing and leadership. Nevertheless he was stubbornly insisting on the imperial prerogatives whilst lacking the political, financial and military power to set up his own enforcement mechanisms. He was the Gromyko of his time, his vocabulary down to one word: Njet.

The situation was effectively untenable. The empire was deteriorating at quite a rate of knots, and all the inhabitants heard from Wiener Neustadt was “Njet”.

Martin Mair’s attempts to reform the empire

One man was particularly keen to do something about this gridlock, Martin Mair. We already mentioned him in episode 197, but just a quick rundown again. Of unknown social background, he had studied in Heidelberg and began his career in 1448 in Schwäbisch Hall before going to Nürnberg. He quickly established himself as one of the most gifted political minds of his time, so that he was lent out by his employer, the city of Nürnberg to various lords, including in 1449 to the emperor himself. There he struck up a friendship with the emperor’s chief councillor, Aeneas Silvio Piccolomini who tried to keep him in the service of the imperial chancery.

Gravestone of Dr. Martin Mair in St.-Martins-Church in Landshut

But Martin Mair had seen enough. He did not believe there was any chance that Friedrich III would bring law and order, let alone a set of institutions and processes that would strengthen the empire against its enemies. So he began working on an alternative.

The reform proposal of 1454

In 1454 he proposed a wide reaching reform of the empire, namely a permanent imperial government made up of the emperor and the Prince Electors or their representatives. A court that acted as the final court of appeal and was made up of lords, counts and princes, overseen by the imperial government, and all that funded by a tax system the details of which remained a secret.

That proposal was brought to the imperial diet of the same year and then again in 1455. These diets had been set up to discuss the defence against an Ottoman invasion, not to discuss imperial reform. But since Friedrich said Njet to imperial reform, the princes said Njet to funding an army against the Turks, and nothing happened on either front.

Friedrich the Victorious of the Palatinate as candidate

In 1456 things became a bit more dicey for our Friedrich III.

Having failed with his reforms, Martin Mair, decided to play the man as well as the ball. He collected electoral votes to put someone else on the throne. Someone he thought had the energy, military might and political clout to pull it off. And that someone was none other than Friedrich der Siegreiche, Friedrich the Victorous, Count Palatine on the Rhine, our friend from episode 189.

Friedrich der Siegreiche by Albrecht Altdorfer

The way Mair and his supporters thought this could be made acceptable to Friedrich, was to present the Count Palatine as a junior king, below the emperor, doing the drudgework, whilst the emperor could remain in Wiener Neustadt growing radishes or whatever it was he was doing down there.

That did not cut the mustard though. The emperor already had beef with Friedrich the Victorious over the way the latter had shunted his nephew out of the line of succession. So Friedrich III objected to the person, but even more to the whole concept. He was emperor, there was no need for a separate king of the Romans and that was that. At which point Friedrich the Victorious said, well in that case we do it against your will.

The only reason Friedrich III did not get deposed in 1457  was that Albrecht Achilles of Brandenburg got cold feet and withdrew his support to Martin Mair and his friends. The conspirators did not have a quorum amongst the Prince Electors and so they had to give up. And half a year later the main supporter of the plan, the archbishop of Trier was dead and was replaced with a relative of the Habsburgs.

Proposing Georg of Podiebrad as King of the Romans

Martin Mair still did not give up. In 1461 he presented another candidate, Georg of Podiebrad, recently crowned king of Bohemia.

George of Poděbrady, “King of Two Peoples”: Treaties Are to Be Observed. (1923) A painting by Alfons Mucha, part of his monumental cycle The Slav Epic, depicts papal nuncio Fantinus de Valle reminding to king his coronation promise to bring Bohemia “back to the womb of the true Church” and exterminate “heretics” (i.e. Utraquists / Hussites), while the king passionately objects that he isn’t a heretic but maintain faithfulness to the faith – “according to his conscience”

Let’s take a step back. In 1273 the imperial princes balked at the idea of making a Bohemian king of the Romans, even one of impeccable lineage going back to Saint Wenceslaus and an unblemished track record as a military leader and a reputation as a faithful son of the Holy Catholic church. Barely 200 years later they are seriously considering a simple baron who had usurped the crown from one of the most eminent princely houses, namely the Habsburgs, and much more concerning, was a man who had risen to power as the leader of the Utraquists, a Hussite sect that had fought the catholic church for decades.

Why did they chose him? There were a number of reasons. First up, he was a successful military leader and a charismatic individual. Then – despite all that had happened – he had a very good relationship with the emperor Friedrich III. And then Podiebrad played his cards right. He never provided any detail of the institutional changes he would implement once he was king. Instead he talked about peace and unity. And then he emphasised the fight against the Ottomans, one subject everyone could agree on and that covered up the smell of heresy that surrounded him.

In February 1461 the princes gathered in Eger to discuss imperial reform. Georg of Podiebrad had high hopes that this would be his great breakthrough. Support for the emperor had been crumbling for a long time now. Friedrich III’s main allies were his brother-in-law the elector Frederick of Saxony and Albrecht Achilles of Brandenburg. Whilst Saxony remained broadly supportive, Albrecht Achilles’ enthusiasm for the Habsburg cause had faded a lot.

Darstellung des Albrecht Achilles auf der Predella des von ihm gestifteten Schwanenordensaltars (1484) in St. Gumbertus 

Meanwhile the party hostile to the emperor had grown substantially. There was Ludwig the Rich of Bayern-Landshut, his cousin Friedrich the Victorious, the elected archbishop of Mainz Diether von Isenburg, even count Ulrich of Württemberg, the landgrave of Hessen and the bishops of Bamberg and Würzburg joined the chorus of the discontent.

They called Friedrich III idle and pointed out that he had not shown his face in the empire for a solid 15 years, had failed to organise defence against the Turks and had sold the imperial church down the swanny. Martin Mair proposed another simple three point program: King Georg of Podiebrad should lead an imperial army against the Turks, second, that Georg of Podiebrad should guarantee an all-encompassing peace in the empire and three, that the church taxes should only be collected with the consent of the Prince Electors. Huzzah! What a great plan. Everybody was nodding. Let’s do all that.

And then Podiebrad added one more thing, he suggested they should meet again in a formal imperial diet and elect a new head of the empire to facilitate this most excellent program. And that is when they all went quiet. There was a lot of shuffling of feet until margrave Friedrich of Brandenburg, the brother of Albrecht Achilles pointed out that they were in Eger, on Bohemian soil, and that no emperor could be elected on Bohemian soil. They agreed to meet again in Nürnberg in four weeks time.

The emperor fights back

This was now serious. Though the election did not happen in Eger, it could happen at the next gathering, just a month hence. Friedrich III contacted his only true supporters, the dukes of Saxony and urged them to protect his interests. And there may have been some other diplomacy efforts under way, since the gathering at Nürnberg showed some major cracks in the united front Martin Mair had tried to engineer. Duke Ludwig the Rich of Bavaria had a long running disagreement with Albrecht Achilles of Brandenburg that came back to the fore. Friedrich the victorious and the archbishop of Mainz withdrew their support for Georg of Podiebrad for reasons I have not yet fully understood.

All they could agree on was to write a harsh letter to the emperor asking him to show up at an imperial diet on May 30th in Frankfurt and do his job for once. Friedrich dithered as usual. The situation has become so contentious that the pope now got involved. And that pope was Pius II, previously known to us as Aeneas Silvio Piccolomini, chief advisor of emperor Friedrich III. He had been elevated to the throne of Saint Peter on the back of the concordat he had negotiated on behalf of the empire (no conflict of interest here at all), his relentless efforts to organise a crusade against the Turks and his conservative position on any form of deviation from papal doctrine, theological and otherwise. He had come a long way from the man who had embraced the council of Basel and written erotic novels. Now he was a hardline defender of papal supremacy and propriety, and a very smart one at that.

Pope Pius II
By Giusto di Gand and Pedro Barruguete for the Studiolo of the duke of Urbino (Palazzo Ducale)

In concert with Friedrich’s aides, he prevented the diet in Frankfurt from taking place at all. And we see the disagreements between the imperial princes breaking up their unified front. In August 1461 he set the cat amongst the pigeons when he deposed Diether von Isenburg as archbishop of Mainz and replaced him with Adolf of Nassau which kicked off the Mainzer Stiftsfehde, binding Ulrich of Wuerttemberg, the margrave of Baden and his brothers as well as Friedrich the Victorious of the Palatinate. And the attempted reconciliation between Albrecht Achilles and Ludwig the Rich fails. Friedrich and Albrecht Achilles renew their alliance. The two sides are now set for war, on one side we have the Palatinate, Bayern-Landshut and  Diether of Isenburg, the deposed archbishop of Mainz, On the other side we have Brandenburg, Wurttemberg and Baden as well as Trier and Metz. Since we have discussed the two wars that make up this conflict in episodes 191 and 197, I will not repeat it all here. But what we had not discussed was the third front that extended this conflict to the entire south of the empire and was about to spell doom for the Habsburg emperor.

The War of the Brothers

And that was the conflict between emperor Friedrich III and his brother archduke Albrecht VI.

Two very different men

These two had been quarrelling off and on since they were teenagers. When the emperor was slow, occasionally timid and stubborn, the archduke was the true son of Ernst the Iron, seizing opportunities, easily swapping sides and quick to draw a sword. Friedrich had hoped he could appease his brother by giving him further Austria, a territory large enough to keep him occupied but not so large as to threaten him. When the brothers divided the duchy of Austria and Albrecht got the part above the Enns river, the balance had shifted. They were now almost equals. Watching Friedrich letting Bohemia and Hungary go and getting under intense pressure from inside the empire, he saw the opportunity to take the other half of the duchy of Austria from his brother.

Friedrich never cared much about Austria and he particularly disliked Vienna. Even when he was ruling Austria in his own right, he rarely showed himself in the city. Nor did he make an effort to keep law and order in the duchy. When things got very bad in 1460, he did mount another expedition against the robber barons, but brought only a meagre band of 13 evildoers to justice. That contrasted with Albrecht’s haul of 600 thieves in 1458.

In June 1462, when the empire was set alight by the Mainzer Stiftsfehde and the War of the Princes, Albrecht VI set out to take Vienna. He had joined the anti-imperial coalition and made a deal with Ludwig the Rich of Bavaria. Meanwhile inside the city of Vienna, the supporters of Albrecht had taken control. They elected Wolfgang Holzer as their new mayor.

Friedrich III comes to Vienna

Friedrich, somewhat unaware of these events came to Vienna in person to assert his claim to the duchy. He should have realised that the situation was dangerous when the city refused to open its gates to him and his small band of mercenaries. They let him in after 2 days of negotiations. Friedrich took up residence in the Hofburg and called the citizens together. He told them to replace Wolfgang Holzer, their recently elected mayor, with someone of the emperor’ choosing. They did, but then things rapidly went out of control.

As per usual, Friedrich did not have the money to pay his soldiers, so he demanded money from the city. The city refused. The soldiers began stealing stuff and found themselves being beaten up by the populace. Friedrich had to drop his candidate for mayor and Wolfgang Holzer returned to City Hall.

Holzer recommended that Friedrich left the city, as clashes could easily escalate. Friedrich refused and the clashes escalated. Friedrich and his soldiers barricaded themselves into the Hofburg.

The siege of the Hofburg

On October 5th, 1462 the citizens of Vienna rose up against their lord, the emperor Friedrich III. And on October 17th, they began the siege of the Hofburg. They wheeled their cannon onto the square before the castle and systematically brought down walls and towers.

Siege of the castle of Vienne, Woodcut late 15th century

At this point the Hofburg was still a 13th century fortress, in no conceivable way able to withstand 15th century artillery. Day by day more of the defences came down. Two weeks later Friedrich’s brother, archduke Albrecht arrives in Vienna with further reinforcements. He is quickly recognised as duke and overlord of Vienna. Albrecht offers Friedrich safe conduct for his return to Wiener Neustadt, but Friedrich refused.

For four weeks the cannon kept pounding the ancient castle where Friedrich III and his family are holding out. The situation is dire and the imperial family is starving. By now Friedrich and Eleanor had been married for 9 years. She had given birth to three children so far, the eldest, Christoph had died after a few month, but a second boy had lived. He was 2 ½ years old and his name was Maximilian, a name that had never been used in the Habsburg family or in the family of Eleanor of Portugal before. And there was another baby, Helene, who would not live much longer.

I have been married for 26 years now, so I can say with some authority, that if I had brought my wife and our two small children into a castle that is being pounded by cannon, that is surrounded by hostile locals and we were running out of food, I would come in for some criticism. And if I had got us into this situation through my stubbornness and lack of political acumen, that criticism could have become intense. There is no recording of the marital conversation between Eleanor and Friedrich, but if chroniclers write down that she had called him incompetent, you can imagine what was said in the privacy of the imperial bedchamber.

Eleanor and Maximilian, from Empress Eleanor’s Book of Hours. 

Maximilian who should have been much too young to remember these events still recounts in his autobiography that quote “he was so little and unsteady in his feet, that he had to hold someone’s hand as he descended down into the cellars. There he still heard the din of arms and the roaring of the cannon, but his mother protected him day and night with the help of the guards.” End quote.

This was even worse than the siege of Wiener Neustadt in 1452. This time their life was truly in danger, even the whole dynasty was. Neither Archduke Albrecht, nor their cousin Sigismund of Tyrol had any legitimate children, one misguided cannonball and the Habsburgs would be no more than a footnote of history.

And rightly so. Friedrich III had managed to lose two crowns for the family, Hungary and Bohemia, and a third one, the imperial one, was hanging by a thread. He had failed as emperor on all three counts. The Habsburg family unity was broken to the point that his brother had joined his enemies and was now shelling him. The few lands he actually ruled were down in the dumps and under threat from the Hungarians and the Turks.

If little Maximilian had succumbed to the horrors of the siege, history would have forgotten the Habsburgs quicker than you can say “who’s that emperor anyway”. This period, November and December 1462 is, as far as I can see, the low point of the House of Habsburg. There will be more and even more severe setbacks – Friedrich III will lose even his beloved Styria and spend his time as an itinerant emperor dependent upon the charity of his hosts. But difficult as these times were, they never again reached this level of despair.

Outlook To next week

So from next week, we will get to the second part of this season, the rise of the House of Habsburg. But if you still think that their success was only a matter of being in the right marital bed at the right time, you will find things are a bit more complicated. I hope you will join us again.

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Lord of All, ruler of No One

Our journey today will take us away from the emperor Friedrich III who will spend most of the episode holed up in his castle at Wiener Neustadt, fretting and gardening. Instead we look at the dramatic life of his younger cousin, Ladislaus Postumus, king of Hungary, king of Bohemia and Archduke of Austria. This will take us back to Prague and its complex religious politics, to Vienna where the people fall for the alluring promises of a populist and to Hungary where one of the greatest generals of the age squares up against Mehmet II, the conqueror of Constantinople.

Ep. 210 – Ladislaus Postumus, Lord of all, Ruler of No One History of the Germans

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We do apologize for the delay to this service. We are aware that you have a choice of podcasts and very much appreciate that you have today again chosen the History of the Germans.

Hello and welcome to the History of the Germans; Episode 210 – Ladislaus Postumus, Lord of all, Ruler of No One, which is also Episode 8 of Season 11, the Fall and Rise of the House of Habsburg.

Our journey today will take us away from the emperor Friedrich III who will spend most of the episode holed up in his castle at Wiener Neustadt, fretting and gardening. Instead we look at the dramatic life of his younger cousin, Ladislaus Postumus, king of Hungary, king of Bohemia and Archduke of Austria. This will take us back to Prague and its complex religious politics, to Vienna where the people fall for the alluring promises of a populist and to Hungary where one of the greatest generals of the age squares up against Mehmet II, the conqueror of Constantinople.

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And with that, back to the show.

Armagnac War & Vienna Concordate.

Last time we ended on Friedrich III’s journey to Rome, a journey that brought him the imperial crown and a wife, Eleanor of Portugal. But there is no free lunch, in particular no free lunch with the pope. The price Friedrich paid for sceptre and spouse was to throw the imperial church under the not yet existing bus.

Piccolomini introducing friedrich III and Elenor of Portugal

He signed the Vienna Concordat, the treaty that would define papal-imperial relations for the next 350 years. While France, England, and other kingdoms had long negotiated agreements to keep Rome at arm’s length — limiting papal say in church appointments and the flow of funds — Friedrich’s deal granted the pope a lot. The pope could overturn local elections of bishops and abbots, if he felt another candidate was more worthy or was worth more. Cash flowed more freely to Rome than from anywhere else. 30% of papal pomp came out of the purses of imperial subjects, double of what Frenchmen or Englishmen let go south.

No surprise that anti-papal and anti clerical sentiment reached new heights, piling on to a tradition that went back to Henry IV, Fredrick Barbarossa and Ludwig the Bavarian.

Did it at least work? Did Friedrich receive a hero’s welcome? His authority restored, his common peace renewed and his Imperial courts universally recognised?

Well, not really. His failure to stop French mercenaries ravaging the southwest was still fresh in memory. No amount of imperial bling could distract from the fact that church taxes were going up, the council of Basel was dissolved and papal emissaries were picking up the most lucrative benefices.

The Armagnac War

So, no it didn’t. But then Friedrich didn’t need to be loved, just obeyed. He controlled all the Habsburg possessions, Upper, Lower and Further Austria, Tyrol, the kingdoms of Bohemia and Hungary, a powerbase strong enough to force through whatever policies he wanted to implement, right.

Well, let’s break it down. Friedrich did not own Upper and Further Austria, or Tyrol, nor was he king of Bohemia or king of Hungary. The reason he controlled these lands was as guardian of his cousins, Sigismund of Tyrol and Ladislaus Postumus. Sigismund had reached maturity and taken ownership of Tyrol in 1446.

That was a blow, but he still had the greatest of prizes, Ladislaus Postumus. We have met him briefly in the last episode, where he accomplished the greatest feat of his fairly short life, he was born. Born as the son of Albrecht of Habsburg, king of the Romans, king of Hungary, king of Bohemia, Archduke of Austria, Margrave of Moravia and, and, and.

Albrecht II

So let us trace what happened to him and the territories he had inherited up to the time Ladislaus came back from Rome with his beloved guardian. And we start with Hungary

Hungary until 1452

When Ladislaus was born in February 1440, his father had been dead for four months. His mother, daughter of Emperor Sigismund, took up the fight to defend her infant son’s inheritance — focusing first on Hungary. She had him crowned in the ancient coronation church by the correct archbishop and with the stolen crown of St. Stephen – all at the tender age of 12 weeks.

Elisabeth of Luxemburg, mother of Ladislaus

Hungary was a land dominated by about 60 magnate families who owned about 2/3rds of the land. The church, controlled by the same people owned another fifth, and the king barely one-twentieth. Peasants and burghers held what crumbs remained.

The majority of these all powerful Hungarian magnates rejected the idea of a  newborn as ruler, in particular since another attack by the Ottomans looming. In the ensuing civil war Ladislaus, his mother and her small group of supporters amongst the magnates were pushed back to Bratislava, which they could only hold thanks to support by emperor Friedrich’s brother, the archduke Albrecht VI.

Ladislaus mother died in 1442 and – as per his father’s testament and very much to the chagrin of Albrecht VI – the guardianship for the boy went to emperor Friedrich III.

Emperor Friedrich III

The big shift in Ladislau’s fortunes came in 1444 at the battle of Varna. As we heard last time, the Habsburg’s rival for the Hungarian crown, king Wladyslaw III of Poland had been killed fighting the Ottomans. It took Poland three years to install Wladyslaw’s brother, Kasimir IV on the throne, meaning there was no immediate successor in Hungary. A vacant throne plus the fear of a renewed Ottoman campaign forced the Hungarian factions to come together.

Battle of Varna

Two magnates dominated the scene

In one corner we have Ulrich, count of Celje, great-uncle of Ladislaus, whose family had risen from Habsburg vassals to imperial princes ruling lands in modern Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, and Austria. They backed Ladislaus’s claim from the very beginning — but were bitter enemies of the Habsburg Leopoldine line, to which Emperor Friedrich belonged.

Ulrich of Celje (portrait from 1700)

In the opposite corner we have John Hunyadi, a minor nobleman from Wallachia, modern day Rumania. He had made his career in the military, first in the service of Sigismund and then of Albrecht II. Whilst he was deployed in all of Sigismund’s wars, including the fighting with the Hussites in Bohemia, it was in the wars with the Ottoman Turks that he had made his name and had become immensely rich. At his death he owned 2.3 million hectares, 28 castles, 57 towns and 1,000 villages, mainly in the south of the country. Defense against the Ottomans was his lifeblood, which is why he had backed Władysław III instead of the infant Ladislaus. For that he was rewarded with command of Hungary’s armies and the title of Voivode of Transylvania.  His successful 1442–44 campaigns made him famous across Europe and forced the Turks into peace

John Hunyadi

In 1444 he followed the crusader army into the defeat at Varna — a disaster for Christendom that cost him his king, but sufficiently hard fought to halt the Ottoman advance.

With Władysław dead and no Polish successor in sight, both factions — Celje and Hunyadi — finally united behind Ladislaus. Ladislaus was still only four years old, so that a council of regents was established.

With both John Hunyadi and Ulrich of Celje supporting Ladislaus claim to the throne, one could assume the two men would now kiss and make up. But that would be misunderstanding the situation. These guys cared very little about very little Ladislaus, and a lot about who controlled Hungary. One of Hunyadi’s first actions as regent of Hungary was to try to dislodge Ulrich of Celjefrom western  Hungary, which he failed to do. From then on, the two men would be in near continuous armed conflict of varying intensity. In the meantime the regency council was dissolved and Hunyadi became sole regent of Hungary.

In 1448 Hunyadi suffered a crushing defeat by the Ottomans, which weakened his prestige. Celje and Hunyadi now stood roughly equal, and both understood that whoever controlled young Ladislaus would control Hungary.

We are heading into the 1450s and Ladislaus is slowly but surely getting closer to maturity. When Hunyadi tried to force Friedrich III to hand over young Ladislaus by force, the emperor remained stubborn. So Hunyadi went for the second best option and agreed with Friedrich III that he would not send Ladislaus to Hungary before the boy was 18.

Ladislaus Postumus

Thus, although Ladislaus was king of Hungary in name, real power rested with John Hunyadi — and that was supposed to remain so until 1458.

Bohemia before 1452

The situation in Bohemia was even more convoluted. By the end of the Hussite wars, the country was on its knees. Around 10% of the population had perished, the German minority that had dominated trade and the lucrative mining business, had been expelled. Without the contacts and expertise of German merchants and engineers, production had slowed down and trade had shrunk. The ultimate beneficiaries of the revolt were the mighty barons who had seized almost the entirety of church and crown property. The radical Hussite factions, the Taborites and Orebites had been defeated militarily and politically neutralized. Two groups remained, the old-school Catholics and the moderate Hussites going by the name of Utraquists. Their theological differences had narrowed down to the question whether the laity should be allowed the receive bread and wine during the Eucharist.

Otherwise they were almost identical; each of the factions were dominated by the barons focused solely in how they could enrich themselves at the expense of the cities and peasants. In a cruel twist of fate, the revolution that had called for freedom and equality, ended with the return of serfdom. The only major export were mercenaries, hard boiled by the endless wars and adept at the use of handguns and wagenburgs.

Hussite warriors

During his brief reign, Ladislaus’ father had relied on the old-school Catholics, whilst the Utraquists had tried to put Wladislaw III of Poland on the throne. After Albrecht’s death, the Catholics backed Ladislaus’s claim, whilst the Utraquists did not put any candidate forward. They did not mind leaving the throne vacant for a while, after all Bohemia had spent decades without a king.

Between 1440 and 1444, the barons of both sides debated the issue at several diets. The compromise they came to was to accept Ladislaus as king, not to crown him before he had reached maturity, aka not before they knew what kind of a guy he turned out to be. A delegation was sent to Emperor Friedrich III, requesting that the boy be raised in Bohemia, learn Czech, and become familiar with his future kingdom. Friedrich refused. The result was stalemate: Ladislaus was recognized but not ruling.

Friedrich III, in his function as Guardian of young Ladislaus, maintained links with the Bohemian barons. That involved for one, Ulrich of Rosenberg, the long standing leader of the catholic party and largest landholder in Bohemia. But he also built a relationship with the Utraquists, in particular with a young man by the name of Georg of Podiebrad, who in 1444 took over the leadership of his party.

Georg of Podiebrad

Georg of Podiebrad was from a rich but not very old Bohemian family. His father had fought with Jan Zizka and the Hussites right from the very beginning of the revolt. When he was 14 he took part in the battle of Lipany when a coalition of Catholics and moderate Hussites defeated the radical Taborites. In 1438 he had fought against king Albrecht II.

Immediately after he had taken over as leader of the Utraquists, Bohemia descended once more into a civil war between the Catholics and the Hussites that lasted from 1444 to 1448. George of Podiebrad emerged victorious. The diet elected him as Landverweser, aka regent of the kingdom on behalf of the still absent Ladislaus. In 1451, just before his journey to Rome, Friedrich III recognized Georg of Podiebrad in his role as regent of Bohemia.

The two men seemingly got on really well. Piccolomini, who was at the time Friedrich III’s closest advisor called Podiebrad quote: “greatly experienced in warfare and commendable for his gifts of body and mind, except that he is infected with the folly of communion under both species and Hussitism”

Austria before 1452

Now for the third part of Ladislaus’ inheritance, Austria. Here, Friedrich III showed an unusual burst of energy. While he made no serious attempt to rule as regent in Bohemia or Hungary, in Austria he did — and with good reason. Of all the Habsburg lands, the duchy of Austria was the most lucrative after the silver mines of Schwaz. How else was he to fund his various tasks as Holy Roman Emperor.

Austria, or more precisely the guardianship over Ladislaus as duke of Austria came with some heavy baggage. As many a buccaneering acquiror had found out to his or her detriment, a P&L never comes alone, there is always a balance sheet attached. And in the case of the duchy of Austria that balance sheet was very much out of balance. Ladislaus’ father, Albrecht II had borrowed from the estates on an epic scale. He used the money to wage war against the Hussites and to support his father in law Sigismund financially. There were the 400,000 florins on his wedding day to Elisabeth, but even more loans and gifts over the decades. Some of it was covered by taxation, but still a huge amount had been given to him in the form of loans.

The estates now knocked on Friedrich’s door and asked for their money back. Meanwhile law and order in the duchy had fallen apart again. A decade had passed since Albrecht II had crushed the robber barons, and Friedrich’s cautious approach — coupled with empty coffers — allowed the bandits to return#. In 1450 things got so bad, Friedrich had to get out of his lethargy. He mobilized the ducal forces and captured 60 robbers who he had executed on the market square of Vienna.

Still the locals were not satisfied. They were further enraged when they heard about the agreement between Hunyadi and Friedrich that extended Ladislaus guardianship until the boy was 18.

Things were boiling over when on October 14, 1451 Friedrich announced his departure for Rome for his imperial coronation — and that he would take Ladislaus with him.

That same day 39 lords and city representatives met at the castle of Mailberg and swore not to rest until their rightful lord, young Ladislaus, was released from the clutches of his warden and was residing again in the Hofburg in Vienna.

The movement’s leader was Ulrich von Eyczing, a member of the Bavarian lower nobility who had become immensely rich in the service of Albrecht II. Eyczing had managed Albrecht’s finances from the moment Albrecht had taken control of the duchy of Austria. Piccolomini painted him as a shrewd and money grabbing parvenu, others saw him in a more positive light. But what he definitely, was, was a man who could whip up a crowd.

On December 12th he mounted the pulpit that stood on the Am Hof Square, the largest in medieval Vienna. His speech began by ventilating the well known grievances, the unpaid debt, the bandits and the absence of a duke in the Hofburg and then went on to claim that Friedrich kept their true lord, young Ladislaus in appalling conditions, more prisoner than ward. Then in a masterstroke of political theatre he presented Ladislaus’ sister Elizabeth, wearing rags as proof of Friedrich’s avarice and meanness.

Mailberg Oath

That cut through. The oath of Mailberg was signed by another 250 nobles, towns and cities. Vienna deposed the mayor that Friedrich had just approved and replaced him with a new one who immediately renounced the city’s allegiance.

Friedrich was already en-route to Rome. He briefly considered to return and quell the revolt. But decided to press on, for one because it is never clear how long a window for an imperial coronation remains open, and also because Ladislaus was travelling with him to Rome, so whatever von Eyczing and his co-conspirators wanted to do with their rightful lord, they couldn’t.

Ladislaus was now 12 years old and as far as anyone made out, enjoyed his time in Rome and did not suffer any depravation from his older cousin, the emperor.

Return to Wiener Neustadt

in June 1452 Friedrich returned to Wiener Neustadt, with Ladislaus in tow, Ladislaus who was the nominal king of Bohemia, the nominal king of Hungary and the nominal Duke of Austria but ruled nothing. 

Friedrich III with Imperial Crown

Wiener Neustadt was Friedrich’s main residence. The town lies about fifty kilometres south of Vienna and, at the time, belonged to Styria rather than the duchy of Austria. Never at ease in Vienna, Friedrich had built himself a castle-palace there, decorated with curious monuments we will certainly return to later. The castle stood within extensive gardens, where the emperor devoted himself to his favourite pastime — gardening — a hobby his contemporaries found even stranger than his cryptic mottos and imagerie.

Burg in Wiener Neustadt

And if he had hoped he would come back to a joyous reception as the crowned emperor, he was sorely disappointed. Ulrich von Eyzing’s support in Austria had only grown in his absence. Amongst the many allies he found in Austria as well as in Bohemia, was Ulrich of Celje, the great uncle of little Ladislaus and major power player in Hungary. Ulrich had previously sought the support of Friedrich in his struggle against John Hunyadi for the supremacy in Hungary. But now he had joined the chorus of discontent, demanding the emperor hands over young Ladislaus.

For Friedrich, surrendering Ladislaus spelled the collapse of the powerbase he needed to be an effective emperor. When Friedrich III was elected in 1440 he was the most powerful Habsburg in decades if not centuries. As the eldest son of Ernst the Iron he owned Styria, Carinthia and Carniola as well as further Austria, the ancestral lands along the upper Rhine. As guardian of Sigismund of Tyrol, he controlled these rich lands, including the silver mines. And as guardian of Ladislaus he ruled the core duchy of Austria and exercised the rights of his ward in Hungary and Bohemia.

By 1452 much of that had already slipped away. He had very reluctantly released Sigismund of Tyrol from his guardianship in 1446. He had given Further Austria to his brother, Albrecht VI after the debacle of the Armagnac wars. I by the way made a mistake in one of the previous episodes where I ascribed the foundation of the University of Freiburg to Albrecht V. It was in fact Albrecht VI, the brother of Friedrich III who founded it.

If Friedrich III released Ladislaus from his guardianship, his resources would be limited to his duchies of Styria, Carinthia and Carniola, lovely places and in case of Styria prosperous, but nowhere near profitable enough to sustain imperial ambitions.

So, of course Friedrich III fought tooth and nail to keep hold of young Ladislaus and thereby his ability to rule the empire. No, of course not. He did sent a force to Vienna to suppress the rebellion, but this effort came to nought, possibly because he could not pay the soldiers. And when the two Ulrich, of Celje and of Eyzing showed up before Wiener Neustadt with an army of  4,000 militiamen from Vienna, he caved. Ladislaus moved to Vienna and for the next decade or so, Friedrich III barely ever left his beloved home in Wiener Neustadt, fretting, gardening and making babies with the lovely Eleonor of Portugal.

His inactivity was noticed all across the empire and criticism of his inability or unwillingness to discharge the duties of a nominal leader of Christendom reached a first peak when Constantinople fell in 1453 Yet neither that seismic event nor unrest at home could drag the emperor out of his flower beds.

We will explore the consequences of this long phase of imperial hibernation in the next two episodes.

Today, though, we turn to young Ladislaus, and the patchwork of lands he at least nominally ruled.

Ladislaus in Vienna

Even though the Austrians, Hungarians and Bohemians had formed a united front demanding the release of young Ladislaus, that was really the only point on which their interests aligned. Each party wanted to get hold of the rightful heir to their lands to anchor him in their culture and politics.

Ladislaus Postumus aged 17

Ulrich von Eyczing wanted him to remain in Austria to stabilise the duchy and strengthen local authority. George of Podiebrad needed him in Prague to reconcile the Utraquists and old-school Catholics under his regency. John Hunyadi, ruling Hungary in the boy’s name, wanted Ladislaus to come to Buda to legitimise his de facto power. And Ulrich of Celle wanted that too, but for himself.

Unsurprisingly these four parties fell out almost immediately. On September 6th Ladislaus entered Vienna in a grand procession, organised by Ulrich von Eitzing. Only weeks later, a Hungarian delegation arrived, demanding that their king be handed over. In January 1453, Ladislaus travelled to Bratislava to receive the homage of his Hungarian subjects, but days later he was whisked back to Vienna.

The two protagonists present in Vienna, Ulrich von Eitzing and Ulrich of Celje, clashed hardest.  Eyczing wanted the young duke to remain in Austria and restore order, while Celje urged him to pursue his rightful crowns in Hungary.

Ladislaus and his uncle Ulrich of Celje

Eitzing could not let that happen. In September 1453 he led armed men into the Hofburg at night who apprehended Ladislaus, his sister and Ulrich von Celje in their sleep. At sword point, the terrified boy was forced to dismiss his uncle from all Hungarian offices and order him to leave Vienna. The next day Ladislaus confirmed John Hunyadi as his captain general in Hungary.

Ladislaus crowned king of Bohemia

Holding a blade to one’s throat is rarely the way into a boy’s heart, which may explain why Ladislaus was somewhat less enamoured of Ulrich von Eyczing than he had been. Within weeks, the boy was in Moravia, where George of Podiebrad assembled the Bohemian barons to swear him allegiance. On October 28th he is crowned king of Bohemia in St. Veit’s Cathedral with the crown of St. Wenceslaus.

At last, he held all his titles — King of Bohemia, King of Hungary, and Archduke of Austria — though how much power came with them was another matter.

After his departure from Vienna, the estates established a council of regents that declared they would administer the  state until Ladislaus turned 20. In Hungary, John Hunyadi braced the kingdom for the next Ottoman assault that was as inevitable as drizzle in London. And in Bohemia, where Ladislaus now resided, real power lay with George of Podiebrad, whose influence grew all the greater with the young king under his roof.

The battle of Belgrade 1456

Into this already unstable situation came another wave of Ottoman attacks. Pope Nicholas V had called for a new crusade after the fall of Constantinople, but responses were tepid. Friedrich III convened  three imperial diets between 1454 and 1456, attending only one — the one held in his hometown of Wiener Neustadt. These diets painted the now familiar picture of a dithering, indecisive, and as some claimed, cowardly monarch. Whether he was indeed any such thing is not relevant, because the perception struck and the facts spoke for themselves.

When the Ottomans struck Serbia and Hungary, no help came from the empire. The Hungarians, bitterly divided, rallied around their greatest soldier, John Hunyadi.

The enemy’s target was Belgrade, the gateway to Central Europe. The city stands at the junction of the Danube and Sava, just upriver of the Iron Gates. Every crusade to the east that had not travelled by ship via Venice, Genoa or Pisa, had passed this way. Now the Ottomans were coming the other direction.

Belgrade had always been a heavily fortified town, but between 1404 and 1427 it had been turned into one of the most extensive and most advanced military complex in europe. On the hill in the centre of town stood the fortress. That was surrounded by the walled upper town which held the garrisons and armouries and then the lower town surrounded by another, a third wall with only four major gates. Two sides were protected by the rivers Sava and Danube.

Sultan Mehmed II, conqueror of Constantinople, came prepared. He brought 22 great cannon, between 20 and 200 ships to seal the river, and as somewhere between 30,000 and 100,000 men — a host nearly as large and as well-equipped as the one that had breached the Theodosian Walls.

Against him stood 7,000 men inside the city of Belgrade and two relief armies coming down the Danube river. Of the relief forces, one was Hunyadi’s professional army of veterans — perhaps 10–12,000 men hardened by decades of fighting. They had campaigned with him from 1442 to 1444, bloodied the Ottomans at Varna, and survived the disaster of 1448.

The second was a force of roughly 30,000 peasant-crusaders, inspired and rallied by the fiery Franciscan preacher Giovanni Capistrano. Few had proper weapons; many carried pitchforks and flails. They did, however, possess a makeshift flotilla — perhaps 200 small ships — to challenge the Ottoman blockade.

San (sic) Giovanni da Capistrano

The battle became part of the Hungarian national myth and was recently turned into a Netflix series called The Rise of the Raven, based itself on a series of bestselling books.

Mehmed II reached Belgrade before Hunyadi. He encircled the city by land and sealed the river. His giant cannon started pounding the town’s outside wall in preparation for a final assault. Hearing of Hunyadi’s approach, the sultan might have intercepted him — but he did not, he gambled he could take the city first. He was wrong.

Siege of Belgrade (Ottoman miniature)

When Hunyadi arrived, Belgrade was still holding out. To reach the city, he launched a daring river assault. In a five-hour battle, his ships broke through the Ottoman blockade and resupplied the garrison.

Hungarian Miniature of teh siege of Belgrade

That was a setback, but Mehmet never intended to starve the city, but to storm it. For that he needed to break the walls with his cannon, which were now pounding the walls day and night. The defenders who had cannon of their own responded in kind and killed the commander of the Ottoman forces, Karaca Pasha.

On July 21st, 1456 a breach opened, and Mehmet sent in his elite troops, the Janissaries. In a running street the Ottoman forces hacked their way towards the centre of town, one house and one street at a time. Hunyadi ordered the defenders to gather all flammable material and build barricades of tarred wood throughout the city. Wherever the Janissaries broke through, he ordered his archers to set these wooden barricades alight. A wall of fire swept through the city, cutting the attackers off. Surrounded and isolated, the Janissaries were overwhelmed and massacred.

Meanwhile their comrades fighting on the other side of the wall of fire were pinned down by the Hungarian relief forces and suffered heavy losses.

By nightfall, both sides withdrew to their camps.

The next morning, discipline collapsed. Capistrano’s crusaders poured from the gates to plunder abandoned Ottoman positions and stumbled into fresh fighting. More and more men joined from either side until it turned into a full scale battle. Capistrano could no longer hold back and the peasant crusaders stormed out of Belgrade. Hunyadi had no choice but to follow. He struck for the Ottoman artillery, expecting the Ottomans to concentrate on defending their cannon and with it their only chance to take Belgrade. That eased the pressure on the crusaders who managed to break through the Ottoman lines. They captured the Ottoman camp and Hunyadi took the artillery.

Mehmed II rallied his troops and led them personally in a counterattack. Encouraged by their sultan’s bravery his beaten-up forces recovered their camp. But they could go no further. Mehmet II had been injured in the attack and their cannon were lost.

In the night they buried their dead, put their wounded on to carts and headed back to Constantinople.

The road to Hungary remained closed. Belgrade had held. The Ottoman tide would not reach it again for another seventy years.

The Aftermath

The victory at Belgrade sent shockwaves across Europe. Pope Calixtus III, the first of the Borgias, proclaimed a perpetual thanksgiving: every church bell would ring at midday, calling Christians to pray three Our Fathers and one Ave Maria in gratitude for deliverance from the Turks. The midday bell still rings today, its origin largely forgotten.

Pope Calixtus III

As for the victors — John Hunyadi and Giovanni Capistrano — neither lived to enjoy their success. Both died within weeks, victims of the bubonic plague that swept through the crusader camp.

With John Hunyadi gone, Hungary fell into political limbo. The young king Ladislaus had left for the safety of Vienna when news of the Ottoman advance had reached Buda, but after the great victory, he returned. At sixteen, crowned and recognised, he was expected to take full control of his realm and appoint his great-uncle Ulrich of Celje as Captain General in Hunyadi’s place.

The dead hero’s sons, László and Matthias, saw danger in every move. Their father and Ulrich of Celje had been bitter enemies, and they knew the new Captain General would come for them. Ulrich of Celje soon demanded repayment of fabricated debts and the surrender of the Hunyadi estates. The claim failed, but the hostility deepened.

In November 1456, Ulrich and King Ladislaus travelled to Belgrade to take possession of the fortress, commanded by László Hunyadi. As they ascended the ramparts, their men quartered in the upper town. The next morning, László struck first: Ulrich of Celje was dead.

At first, the terrified king feigned reconciliation, even promising the Hunyadi widow that her sons were safe. But once back in Buda, he had them seized. László was condemned for murder and publicly executed; Matthias was imprisoned.

The mourning of Lazlo Hunyadi

For the first time, Ladislaus Postumus had acted like a monarch — ruthless, decisive, unflinching. But power in Hungary rested not with the crown but with sixty great magnate families, and their reaction would decide whether the boy-king ruled or merely reigned.

Ladislaus did not stick around to find out what happens to a man who kills the son of Europe’s Saviour and Hungarian National hero. He fled to Bohemia, taking Matthias Hunyadi with him as a hostage

In Prague, his regent George of Podiebrad cared less about judicial niceties and welcomed him with royal honours and arranged a glittering marriage alliance with the French crown.

Days before the nuptials, Ladislaus Postumus, King of Hungary, King of Bohemia and archduke of Austria  keeled over and died. Rumours of poison spread and persisted for centuries, until in 1984 his grave was opened and his skeleton examined. Ladislaus Postumus had died of Leukaemia.

Death of Ladislaus Postunus

And thus, most unexpectedly the boy king, the plaything of his magnates and hope of his many subjects was gone.

Who was to inherit these crowns and duchies? His closest male relative was the emperor Friedrich III. So this must be the moment the famous Austro-Hungarian monarchy came into being. Friedrich III got to rule most of Central europe, his money problems are over and the empire can be put on a track to centralisation and consolidation of imperial power. Oh boy, oh boy – next week we will see how this is so not at all happening.

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