the emperor has signed the agreement of union and submitted to the pope? Surely he would then be attacking an equally Christian city, and the Holy Father could not countenance that."
Tiepolo lifted one shoulder very slightly. "That might depend whether the people of Byzantium, especially the city of Constantinople, will honor the union."
Giuliano thought about it, aware of the doge's eyes probing, watching every flicker and shadow of his expression. If Charles of Anjou took all five of the old patriarchies, including Constantinople astride the Bosphorus, he would hold the gateway to the Black Sea and everything beyond it: Trebizond, Samarkand, and the old Silk Road to the East. If he also gained control of Alexandria and thus the Nile, and so Egypt, he would be the most powerful man in Europe. The trade of the world would pass through his hands. Popes came and went, and the election of them would be his decision.
"We have a dilemma," Tiepolo continued. "There are many elements to Charles's possible success. Our building ships for his crusade is only one of them. And if we do not, then Genoa will. We have to consider the profit and loss of our naval yards, and of course our bankers and merchants, and those who supply the knights, foot soldiers, and pilgrims. We want them to pass through Venice, as they have always done. It is a very considerable revenue."
Giuliano sipped his wine and reached across to take half a dozen almonds.
"There are other factors far less certain," Tiepolo continued. "Michael Palaeologus is a clever man. He could not have retaken Constantinople were he not. He will have the same information we have, or more." He said the last with a rueful amusement in his eyes. At last he also took a handful of nuts.
"He will know what Charles of Anjou plans, and he will know what Rome intends to do to assist him," he went on. "He will take all measures he can to prevent their success." His eyes were steady on Giuliano's dark, handsome face, watching his reaction.
"Yes, Excellency," Giuliano answered. "But Michael has a small navy, and his army is already fully occupied elsewhere." He said it with little pity. He did not want to think of Constantinople. His father was Venetian to the bone, a junior son of the great Dandolo family, but his mother had been Byzantine, and he never willingly brought her back to his mind. What sane man looks for pain?
"So he will use guile," Tiepolo concluded. "In his place, wouldn't you? Michael has just regained his capital city, one of the great jewels of the world. He will fight to the death before he gives it up again."
Giuliano could remember his mother only as a sort of warmth, a sweet smell and the touch of soft skin, and then afterward an emptiness that nothing since had ever filled. He had been about three when she had gone, as bereaved as if she had died. Only she hadn't; she had simply left him and his father, choosing to stay in Byzantium rather than be with them.
If Constantinople were sacked again, burned and looted by Latin crusaders, robbed of its treasures, its palaces left charred and in ruins, it would be a kind of justice. But the thought gave him no pleasure; the savage satisfaction was more pain than joy. Charles of Anjou's success would alter the fate of Europe and of both the Catholic Church and the Orthodox. It might also quell the rising power of Islam and redeem the Holy Land.
Tiepolo leaned forward a little. "I don't know what Michael Palaeologus will do, but I know what I would do in his place. Men can lead nations only so far. Charles of Anjou is a Frenchman, king of Naples by chance and ambition, not birth. The same is true of Sicily. If rumor is correct, they have no love for him."
Giuliano had heard the same whispers. "Michael will use it?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you?" Tiepolo said softly.
"Yes."
"Go to Naples and see what manner of fleet Charles plans. How many ships, what size. When he plans to sail. Talk bargains and prices with him. We will need even more good hardwood than usual if we are to build his fleet. But also see what the people think." Tiepolo lowered his voice. "What do they say when they are hungry, afraid, when they have drunk too much and tongues are unguarded? Look for troublemakers. See what strength they have, and what