The Dutch
Prelude To Their Golden Age
A Historical Novel
By
Richard E. Schultz
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The Dutch: Prelude To Their Golden Age; A Historical Novel
by Richard E. Schultz
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Edited by: Kim Richards
Copyright 2012 Richard E. Schultz
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This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
To my wife Nancy:
Without her encouragement and assistance this novel would never had been written. She has generously allowed me to share her life for nearly forty years. I hope our partnerships will continue for a bit longer then eternity.
Early on, Ken Cashman, editor of the local paper and Susanna Lesan, a retired textbook editor, labored tirelessly in editing the earliest versions of the novel. Both Ken and Susanna refused any remuneration for the many hours they spent. Each of them helped me to become a more competent writer. I will also always be grateful to Paul Lukacik, a gifted English teacher, for his work in preparing the book for publication while making solid suggestions that polished the final version.
But most of all, I want to acknowledge the never-ending assistance of my mentor Ross Miller. Ross, who is an Acquisition Editor himself, and has done everything he could to help me including suggesting the book’s title. For three years he has been my newest best friend, yet we have never met, though we often communicate via e-mail and the telephone. I don’t really know why Ross took an interest in me, or my manuscript, other than he was a friend of my wife’s friend. Maybe I do know. Ross is just a wonderful and kind person. I have found his advice and support a priceless resource. Without Ross, this project would never have been completed. I plan to meet him for personally for the first time when I give him the first copy of this novel.
I will also always to grateful to two prominent Dutch American scholars, Doctor Charles Gehring and Doctor David Voorhees for the recommendations they made to enhance the historical accuracy of my manuscript. Both of these men have been knighted by the Queen of Holland for their work in recording the history of New Netherland and other early Dutch contributions to America, and both well deserved that honor. During the past few months, Doctor Gehring has almost taken on the role of Historical Consultant, and we have had some extraordinary conversations about all things “Dutch.”
Most importantly, I want to thank Kim Richards, the CEO of Eternal Press, for championing the publication of my novel from the first time the manuscript hit her desk. Kim sacrificed her own valuable time to do the final edit. I can assure everyone that the book itself reaches the readers totally in-tact thanks to Kim.
Author’s Note
Had America’s founding fathers adopted the Dutch language, rather than their economic and political system, the tale portrayed in this novel would be better known to all Americans. The idea of a Dutch-speaking America was not implausible, considering the early Dutch settlement of New Amsterdam’s strategic placement among the original thirteen colonies. If one considers that the Pilgrims began their maiden voyage from Holland and the reigning English King of those times, Charles II, was once given political refuge by the Dutch, the thought of an Anglo-Dutch speaking America is not a stretch. But alas, Charles II, once secure upon his throne, in 1664, repaid Dutch kindness by sending a powerful English fleet to seize control of New Amsterdam, which eventually became New York, and it was the English language and culture that prevailed.
Their loss of New Amsterdam did not deter the Dutch from coming to the aid of the now English speaking patriots during the American Revolution. Dutch loans, muskets, munitions, and ports helped keep the revolutionary movement alive during the early years of rebellion, and the Dutch Republic was the first government to officially recognize the newly-formed United States of America. This aid and recognition led to Holland’s own war with Britain which ended badly for the Dutch. Yet the crux of Dutch history and its relationship with America really began at a much earlier time when the Dutch populace was one of the first to challenge the concept of the “Divine Right of Kings” to rule a nation. It was the most radical political idea of its age: a people could govern themselves. The Dutch went on to fight an eighty-year war with the kings of Spain for independence and in the process forged a democratic form of government. The success was a precursor, two centuries later, to the American Revolution and in part, the reason for this novel’s creation.
This author well understands that the genre of historical fiction is not in vogue today, probably because of its association with written history itself. For thousands of years, the men who wrote history almost purposely neglected the role women played in that eternal saga. Historically speaking, women’s beneficial contributions to humankind were usually depicted by the number of sons produced for “whomever be her lord and master”. Ancient authors never envisioned women would one day not only read those accounts but decline to purchase them after quietly passing judgment on their validity. Hopefully, my novel’s female characters demonstrate the genuine role women always played in crucial history.
Another problem with the modern genre of historical fiction is too many authors prematurely develop their characters or plots before beginning a search for an appropriate time and space to place them within olden days. They also have a tendency to overuse the advice of their fifth grade teacher by attempting to gather a reader’s interest in the first sentence of every paragraph which doesn’t always succeed with a historical narrative. Worse still, the accompanying dialogue sometimes blatantly ignores historical evidence for the sake of a more exciting plot. In this case, the true story of the early Dutch people is thrilling enough on its own merits. That narration almost insisted that I not allow my limited use and frequent abuse of the King’s English to be the essence of this story. It was as if a higher power demanded that “real” history tell the chronicle: a tale of the fifteen-hundred year cultural evolution, whose progression brought about the Dutch Revolution.
To cover such a vast amount of time, the reader will need to patiently absorb the first few chapters in preparation to meeting the core characters that play a major role in the initial stages of the Dutch War for Independence with Spain, the super-power of the time. Yet, these early chapters will reward the patient reader with many new discoveries about complicated historical events, while prompting every unwearied book lover to recall many long-forgotten item of historical significance they might well have wanted to remember about the past. The story, like the actual events, gets more exciting as the plot develops. In many ways, the narrative, at times, will remind one of the Star Wars or Lord of the Ring trilogies with one major exception. The historical events depicted really did happen.
The history of any country, inclu
ding a tolerant nation like Holland, is regretfully a war story and my novel is no exception. Land and sea battles aside, within the fifteen-centuries of time which preceded the Dutch Golden Age, readers will encounter repulsive conditions to famine, plague, climate change, and far too many cycles of religious intolerance. All which led to periods of sequential inhumanity when an almost beast-like quality temporarily devours segments of the human race. Yet, when the reader puts this novel aside, I hope it is agreed, that countless generations of Dutch families, like the two portrayed in my novel, met the challenge of that ugly unkindness and were able to turn it all into a beautiful history which benefited humankind. That is the crux of this novel and the essence of the Dutch historical experience. Long live those people.
Chapter One
Middle Frisia 1397 A.D.
The Lord Builder
In 1397 A.D., the ruler and great lord of the Droger Land, Baron Derick van Weir, was glad the visor on his helmet hid both his annoyance with the chatter of his young horsemen, and the usual discomfort he felt while mounted for any prolonged period of time. He knew a slight command would end the nervous prattle of his young men anticipating battle; yet only dismounting when he reached the Regent’s camp would end the throbbing in his right thigh. That limb was pierced two years earlier by a Frisian bowman, as the same Count Albert, the Dutch Regent, made another of his many attempts to annex valuable Frisian farmland for Holland. Lord Derick knew, as had all of his ancestors, that war with Frisia was a constant occurrence for far less significant reasons and another battle on land would do little to diminish the maritime competition from Frisia on the sea. The rambunctious Frisians had always controlled the important gateway to the North Sea and were again causing problems for Albert and his wealthy merchant friends. Holland had won Albert’s prior campaigns but always failed to end the resistance to Dutch rule in Middle Frisia. After each campaign, the Frisians returned to the land and remained a rival power at the gateway to the North Sea.
After twenty years of surrogate Regency for his mad brother, and another ten years as the sole Dutch Regent, Albert still didn’t realize he needed the organizational skills of the traditional Dutch nobles if he expected to not just capture but hold the ground won on the battlefield. The wealthy men he did favor and title came from the almost inexhaustible pool of inexperienced but rich merchants from the cities. These former wealthy Burgers did a better job of financing his wars of conquest than strategizing them. Count Albert recently bled the nation white in a civil war purging disaffected nobles after some of them murdered his beloved Burger mistress who had grown too powerful in their eyes. It was a difficult decision for Derick, the Lord of the Droger Land, from the truest blue-blooded family in Holland, to side with Albert and his mercantile associates. The decision was made, as all such decisions were made by countless prior Lords of the Droger Land, on what was best for the continuation of the family’s reign. The realm’s geographic position, adjacent to Frisia, weighed heavily on the judgment to side with the more powerful Count against Derick’s traditional noble peers. The pure foolishness of these plotters in killing the woman, and not the Count himself, justified any doubts that lingered within Derick about his decision. His military assets sat impassively as Count Albert stormed each of the plotter’s castles, taking their lives and fortunes.
For fourteen hundred years the neighboring Frisians were the traditional enemy of the van Weir blood line and the greatest threat to continuity. The first Great Lord of the Droger Land, a Roman General, originally took their homeland from the Ingvaones, who were the immediate kinsmen of the Frisians. Throughout the centuries his ancestors had fought and learned to live at times in harmony with a progression of Frisians dynasties. Occasionally, there were brief periods of intense combat with the Frisians, sandwiched between longer more cordial times that included inter-marriages and carefully nurtured alliances. The Baron knew the independent-minded Frisians could be good friends and vicious enemies. It was for this reason, this time he left behind his vaulted bowman and other men-at-arms at home under the capable command of his trusted magistrate, Frances Roulfs. If his beloved wife, a Flemish princess, had been alive, he would have felt confident leaving her in command. Many other matriarchs of the realm were forced to rule when their husbands were carried home from a battle on their shields. Some met similar fates defending the realm. Lord Derick was certain the forces left behind would be capable of repelling the raiders the Frisians would be sending in revenge against the Droger Land. As his archers had well served the Count’s campaigns in the past, Derick’s decision to leave them behind would be criticized by Count Albert when he and his horsemen reached Holland’s assembling Army.
The cavalry force he did bring to the coming battle was different from the usual heavy armored force of mounted knights and squires. His only son and heir, Jacobus, had brought the idea for a new force of mounted men home from his secondary studies in Flanders, along with a host of even more radical ideas to improve farming in the Droger Land. To placate his son, and knowing that any major reform of the agricultural system that was already in turmoil could be disruptive to the realm, he decided allowing the formation of the new unit was the far easier choice. Unlike most noble patriarchs, he had truly bonded with his son after his wife’s early demise. The great lord had not only schooled his son in the art of war but had spent many nights by candlelight teaching him the written word before sending him off to a secondary school run by the Hospitaller warrior monks who were known to put a bit of steel and ferocity into their academic lessons.
The young Lord Jacobus had returned with the idea of patterning a unit of horsemen after two models-the light Saracen horsemen who drove the Crusaders from the Holy Land, and the original Germanic Calvary that were so important to the conquest of their homeland fourteen hundred years before. Such a force could react almost immediately to any threatened point on the periphery of the realm. Those borders were becoming more accessible as reclamation projects by neighbors reduced the adjacent marshlands. Lucas’ two childhood friends, Robert and Jan, the sons of the appointed magistrate Frances Roulfs, helped Lucas gather volunteers for the new unit. Within a week, seventy adventurous young men from the families of the Droger Land’s most successful craftsman, farmers and merchants, able to provide an acceptable mount, became founding members of the new cavalry unit.
While each of the young men already had the required training in the weapon of his father, Jacobus armed each with a newly purchased buckler and a traditional heavy Germanic sword from the Droger Land’s arsenal. The buckler was a small shield that gave little protection against arrows but could deflect an opponent’s blade and be used as a binder to control a heavier armored opponent’s sword hand. Those carefully sharpen ancient blades still had the ability to smash through chain mail. The young Lord, a skilled swordsman, began to train his volunteers to use these weapons with the help of his father’s best men-at-arms. Watching from atop his castle walls, the Baron quickly became enchanted with the serious enthusiasm and sometimes humorous antics of these young commoners learning to be mounted warriors. These sons of farmers and merchants knew little about how to use horses in war. The young would-be mounted soldiers found it difficult to understand that their untrained stallions and mares would rather buck them to the ground, than be ridden into the personal space of another mounted rider. They were surprised when their untaught horses would even rear up and refuse to approach too closely to a stationary footman who held his ground. After seeing an endless number of the bewildered young men thrown to the earth and forced to remount when possible, the Baron decided to personally take charge of the cavalry instruction. After six months of injuries and attrition caused by the vigorous training, the unit was reduced to fifty dedicated members whose mounts no longer feared man or beast.
The Baron was so pleased with the performance of the young riders that he decided to visit the armories in Bremen to purchase light armor for the unit. He took Jacob
us and both of the magistrate’s sons, Robert and Jan on the trip by sea to Germany. At one of the armories they selected a light weight breast plate and helmet for each cavalryman. The young men wanted to increase the offensive capability of their unit and, since “gunnes” or “hand cannons” were available in numbers, the young men attempted to convince Derick to purchase such a weapon for each rider. A “gunne” at the time was a barrel cast in wrought iron and attached to a wooden stock with a flash pan that ignited the powder through a small hole at the top of the barrel. This needed a spark to send the projectile in motion. Usually they were cumbersome weapons, needing a second person with burning tinder to fire them, yet the newly evolving gunne at one armory was different from the others. It had a slow match attached to the flash box with a spring lever that acted as a trigger mechanism. That gunne allowed one man to fire the weapon, even when mounted. The barrel was short, difficult to aim but like all smooth bore weapons, could be loaded with small shot, rather than one large ball, making it very effective at short range much like a modern day shotgun. The Baron had a knight’s natural pre-disposition against such weapons, but eventually a compromise was reached with his son and the other lads. Thirty weapons were purchased for the majority of the unit who had little expertise with the Droger Land’s traditional bow.
Jacobus had found some excuse for stopping the column for the third time that morning. With his own armor still on a pack animal, he nimbly dismounted and made his way to his father’s horse and began adjusting the saddle’s stirrups knowing it made the journey less uncomfortable for his father. The other mounted men knew to keep some distance, for the two lords, at times like this, usually conversed privately. It was Derick who began the conversation, “Remember my son, the Frisians know everything the warrior monks taught you in Flanders. Frisia became a bigger military threat when they gave sanctuary to many Templar-knights a hundred years ago. At the time they didn’t fear the Pope or the French king and they don’t fear anyone today. Remember the things I taught you, for the Templars taught the Frisians the same things the Hospitaller monks taught you about individual combat.”
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