"So, what's this?"
"Well, looking for dinosaurs on the island of Crete has led to...well...some other discoveries."
"Along what lines?" The university quill-pusher seemed interested now. What a jerk. He never does field work.
"We found...hmmm...Have you ever heard of the Siege of Heraclea?"
Humph. History. "I can't say that I have. Can you please elaborate?"
"I shall try. In 961 - that's nearly eight hundred years ago -" he added mockingly - "the Saracens still controlled the island of Crete and let their pirates sally forth from the island to raid Greek shipping and Greek cities."
"Didn't the emperors do anything about it?"
"I'll get to that. Anyway, just like the city of Bari - Barion - in Italy, the Saracens basically sponsored the pirates with money, men, ships...Every time there was some sort of truce between the two of us, they used their pirates to hurt Byzantine shipping."
"That's not playing fair!" Indignant, the bureaucrat slammed his fist down on the desk. Ink splattered all over. "We should do something about it!"
"It happened 788 years ago. We can't do much of anything of substance about it now anyway. So, naturally, the emperors wanted to get their own back. In 960, the great general Nicephorus Phocas, who would later become Emperor Nicephorus II, launched an expedition to recapture Crete. It was to be a great morale-booster and a way to relieve pressure on the navy." The man in the fancy coat across from him was now completely captivated, forgetting all about the expedition the university and the C & O Company had jointly financed. Well, he's got a short attention span. I wish I got to talk to the smarter ones, but I always get stuck with this idiot. Fly in the ointment and all that. The Professor continued:
"After a year, the Muslims were barricaded in their fortress-port of Khandaq, their name for Candia, or what we call Heraclea. Khandaq is Arabic for "moat", and the moat was one of the city's strongest defenses. It took Phocas the entire winter and part of the next year to crack the nut of the city's walls and moat. The place was a fortress, and the siege rivaled that of Acre or Antioch in the Crusades.
"When the city fell, Phocas was furious at the resistance of the Saracens in the city, and was determined to slaughter them all. He did. The port was razed to the ground, and all the inhabitants put to the sword if they didn't die in the fire. On the spot, Heraclea was rebuilt over the ruins of Khandaq, and the city can still be seen today..."
"Impressive. Wow. So...why did you tell me this story?" The magic of the mediocre narrative having worn off, the quill-pusher was beginning to get annoyed. Such a man as he was not used to having his time wasted.
"We were digging not far from Heraclea, in search of dinosauria bones, when we found...this." The professor laid a few sketches on the desk, making sure to avoid the ink splatter from the mess the bureaucrat had made. The other picked up the drawings and studied them pensively. They showed ruins by the sea, large excavations and people crowding around them, studying the ruins.
"What is this?" Puzzled, the bureaucrat threw the drawings on the desk and stared at the Professor, waiting for a response.
"We didn't find any dinosaurs, but we did find this. The ruins of old Khandaq, not far from the site of current Heraclea."
"Wasn't the new city built on the site of Khandaq?"
"Apparently so, but it looks as though they moved the new city to, I don't know, disassociate it from the old one. Now, Khandaq was looted before being burned, but they only took what they believed to be valuable. We find some of the more mundane things very interesting indeed. Many things support the writings of Psellus, who only wrote briefly upon the subject of emperors before the Bulgaroctonus, but what we do know from older Byzantine historians is largely corroborated.
"As soon as we found these ruins, some eminent historians from Heraclea and the Morea were called in to try to make sense of things and help a little. We're publishing our findings soon." At this, the other perked up: publication of discoveries was always good for the university at which it originated. The publication of the description of the species of Dinosauria found in Moesia had brought a lot of money to the university in donations. There were now two universities in the Empire, anyway, and they were always competing with the one down in Athens...At least the prof had followed the university's maxim (or one of them, at least): publish or perish. You had to make sure that people knew about what you had discovered in some sort of book or pamphlet, or you wouldn't get credit. For example, a few Americans had shown up at the Danish world fair two years back with dinosaur bones, but hadn't had the foggiest idea what they were. Too bad.
"All right, I've heard enough. We can put what small artifacts you've found in the university museum, and then we can continue funding more dinosaur expeditions. We'll probably fund more excavation at Khandaq, too." The professor thanked him and turned to leave. He was halted, however, by the bureaucrat's last comment. Maybe he isn't such a dim guy after all.
"Why were you on Crete looking for dinosaurs, anyway? Doesn't seem as though a live dinosaur can live on an island like that."
"Well, we'd heard of bone discoveries, and since the trail through Moesia went dry near the Danube border with the Union of RLR, south didn't seem like such a bad idea."
"Oh, all right then. Carry on. Just notify us here at the university of your locations."