Chapter Seventy One.
1003 AD.
In the hastily-constructed fortress-capital city of Wislia (the future nation of the "Hermese" - but now free! - Slavs), at Perun (OTL Thorn), Svytopluk Malko sat alone in the darkness. It was quiet - no one dared interrupt the vitjaz' meditation and thoughts, it was believed that the was talking with the Gods on matters of grave importance. In a way it was so.
When in 1002 at Broniborsk (OTL Berlin) the Hermese army was routed, the celebrations were truly great. Indeed, the central strip of lands from Elbe to the Khazarian border as defined per the Treaty of Truso, was now under firm Slavic - or Wislian - control. The Slavs throughout Hermaland, as far as he knew, were unanimous in his support. Perhaps, he smirked, it was because that those Slavs who did not support him were, as far as he and his followers were concerned, not Slavs. But either way, Wislia had a relaly good chance for independance. The Gods willed it. And the Khazars were too preoccupied in Kitay (OOC: well, not really Kitay (Kitay being China), but rather in Central Asia) to intervenne, had they wished to do so.
The Hermese were badly weakened, but they still did hold on the north and the south of future Wislia. Their grasp to those territories was very weak, ofcourse, as they were also populated by Wislians, and ever since Broniborsk the rebellion spred there as well. But in a few Hermese German settlements and forts, their control endured.
Where to strike? South or north? Both directions made sense. But the north had a coastline, and the port city of Truso. Yes, taking over the coastline would make sense - for the future purposes mostly, but perhaps even now the Vikings could be imitated and naval raids could be used to scare the Hermese ruler into surrendering. And so the Slavs went north, which turned out to be a mistake, as the old Magyar defensive alliance was still in existance...