Alexander was wise. But, oh, he was subtle, too!

Tatar policy was never to hurt the Church. And Alexander, who served the Tatars, had made the Metropolitan Cyril a close friend.

'And bless me, now he's got every priest and monk in the land on his side. The people hate Alexander, yet every time they go to church, they hear the priests say he's a national hero. Those priests are even calling him Alexander Nevsky now, as though that skirmish with the Swedes on the River Neva back in his youth had saved all Russia.'

The political astuteness of this propaganda amused the boyar hugely.

Yes, he had been right about the Tatars. They were the masters and only a fool would refuse to work with them. He, Milei, had been working with the Tatars and with Alexander Nevsky for more than a decade.

He had also used intrigue.

When Alexander's brother was briefly on the throne of Vladimir, by incredible good luck, a foolish boyar had sent him a letter that seemed to implicate the prince in intrigues against the Tatars. Milei had at once sent it to Alexander. A year later, Alexander had been on the throne in his brother's place, and word came to Milei that he was in favour with the new ruler and with the Tatars. Since then, many modest favours had come his way.

Recently, it had to be admitted, things had been more difficult.

When Batu Khan had ruled in Sarai, Milei had not found it difficult to cooperate. But at present there was a new Khan in Sarai who had become a Moslem.

It was not that this new Khan oppressed the Russian Church: he did not. But he had decided to allow Moslem merchants to farm the taxes from the Suzdalian lands, and these men had been exploiting their situation ruthlessly. A number of unfortunates who could not meet all the tax demands had been taken into slavery and all over the region, from Vladimir to Murom, came news of revolts.

For once Milei sympathized with the people. The whole affair had been badly handled. But business was business. 'You will see to it that the estates near Murom pay all that is demanded,' he instructed his sons. 'I shall go to keep an eye on Russka.'

Which was what he had been doing that morning.

He had another reason, however, for being in Russka that late July day. For with luck, today, he was to complete the biggest coup of his career. And one that would change the character of Russka for ever. When this crowning deal was done, he would hand over his affairs to his sons. He was getting old.

Anxiously Milei waited for the Tatar.

He rode in towards the evening: a quiet man in early middle age. One could tell at once from his dress and the magnificent horse he rode that he was rich and of some importance; he came alone though, without any escort, and with just a single Mongol bow and a lasso slung on his horse behind him. He was dressed in a kaftan of dark red silk and wore a wide-brimmed Chinese hat. Only one item of his dress was unexpected. Around his neck, on a silver chain, hung a little silver cross.

For Peter the Tatar was a Christian.

In fact, it was not so surprising. The Mongol state had no official religion. In their huge advance from Mongolia and across the Eurasian plain, the Mongols had encountered many powerful religions, from Buddhism in the east to Islam and Catholicism in the west.

One such faith was that of the ancient Christian Church called Nestorian which, cut off by theological disputes from the west, had expanded from its base in Persia six centuries before and set up communities as far away as China. And it was this half-forgotten Nestorian Church which had given rise to the great legend in medieval Europe: that somewhere to the east there lay a fabulous land, ruled by a mighty Christian ruler a giant of a man.

This was the legend of Prester John.

As a boy, Milei had believed it. But in fact this legendary empire of Prester John was simply an ancient community that was perfectly familiar to the peoples of the orient. Even the son of the great Baru Khan himself had become a Nestorian Christian.

And in Russia, too, a few Tatars had taken the Orthodox Christian faith, just as some others further east had become Moslems. There was a Russian bishop at Sarai, and it was well known that the entire family of the senior Tatar official in the northern city of Rostov to the north were all Christian. Even so, it had been a surprise when, a year before, Milei had encountered the new Tatar official in Murom and found that the Baskak Baskak too had converted to orthodoxy a few years before. too had converted to orthodoxy a few years before.

The boyar had had some dealings with this Baskak Baskak, and had found him a shrewd but quiet fellow.

'The question is,' he remarked to his sons, 'how can we turn this Christian Tatar to our advantage?'

For some months he had assiduously courted Peter. He had discovered quite a lot about him. Peter had taken the Orthodox faith, Milei discovered, at the suggestion of the official in Rostov.

'Apparently there is a small group of these officials who have converted. They're mostly below the top grades in the Khan's service but not without influence; and the Tatar authorities think it is good that some of their people follow the religion of the country where they operate. So I think this fellow could be useful,' he announced to his family.

The first idea had crystallized in his mind when he discovered that the Tatar had an unmarried daughter.

His own eldest son was married, with two daughters so far. His younger son, David, a handsome boy of nineteen, was not.

'What about it?' he asked the boy. 'I've seen the girl. She's not bad-looking. And this Baskak Baskak Peter seems to have a considerable fortune. They say he has some good connections too.' Peter seems to have a considerable fortune. They say he has some good connections too.'

There had been a few marriages between Russian princes and Tatar princesses already.

'Our family has married everything from Saxon to Cuman,' Milei added with a grin. 'So why not a Tatar this time?'

There was another consideration too. Milei had heard talk of a future Tatar campaign in the Caucasus Mountains in the southeast.

'They intend to attack the territory of Azerbaidjan down there,' he told the boy. 'I know you're keen to go on a raid like that, and the pickings could be huge. It's got to help you get a good position if you're connected with a Tatar.'

The boy had no objection; and to Milei's surprise, the Tatar Peter was agreeable as well. The marriage had taken place. The Tatar had been generous. Things were looking up.

But nothing, nothing in the world, had prepared Milei for what came next. For two months before, at the start of summer, Peter had approached him and announced: 'It is my intention to endow a small religious house, a church and some monks. Can you advise me where I could find a good site?' A monastery! Even he had not realized the Tatar was so rich, nor that he took his religion so seriously.

'Give me two weeks,' he had said. 'I may have just the place for you.' Surely it was a gift from heaven. He calculated swiftly and worked feverishly.

This was just what he needed for Russka.

Over the years, he had done what he could to build the place up, but it had been difficult. There was a simple wooden church there now; the population had doubled. But the troubles with the Tatars in the last ten years had made it harder than ever to find reliable settlers, and he had not been especially successful. The presence of a monastery would bring people to the place and, sooner or later, trade.

He had acquired much of the vast land the uncultivated forest in the area and derived some income from the furs and honey in that. His first thought had been to sell Peter some of this.

'But it won't do,' he said to David. 'He tells me he wants good land, and the only good land at Russka is the chernozem chernozem on the east bank.' on the east bank.'

It was then that Milei the boyar had his stroke of genius. A messenger was sent hurriedly to Alexander Nevsky himself. The monastery's needs were explained, so were Milei's, and a dutiful reminder of past services to Alexander's cause was added.

The reply came back. His request was granted, though with one proviso. 'The Grand Prince has other matters to think about. Ask no more,' the message had added. It was enough.

'You see,' Milei told David, 'for a very favourable price, he'll sell me a tract of his chernozem chernozem land just north of Dirty Place, and that tract is twice the size of what we have at Russka.' He rubbed his hands. 'If I can sell the Tatar my land at a good price for his monastery, then I'll receive enough to buy what the Grand Prince is offering me without spending my own money at all!' land just north of Dirty Place, and that tract is twice the size of what we have at Russka.' He rubbed his hands. 'If I can sell the Tatar my land at a good price for his monastery, then I'll receive enough to buy what the Grand Prince is offering me without spending my own money at all!'

The beauty of the thing made him smile with an almost artistic pleasure.

With what joy, therefore, did he now welcome the Christian Tatar, and lead him to his house.

'I'll show you the whole place in the morning,' he said. 'I think you'll be pleased.'

He told him about the trouble with the villagers.

'Of course they know nothing about our business,' he joked. 'So they're probably terrified to see you.'

Peter nodded slowly but did not smile.

'There have been serious riots in Suzdal and other towns,' the Tatar warned. 'Murom is still quiet, and I've left strict instructions with the guards, but I must go back tomorrow in case there's trouble. The Khan will be furious.'

'Nevsky will sort it out. The Khan trusts him,' Milei said confidently.

'The Khan trusts no one, and no one is safe,' Peter told him coldly.

His words sent a chill through the evening and made Milei more glad than ever that he had made family alliance with these harsh rulers.

For dinner they had fresh fish from the river, and sweetmeats, and mead. He did what he could to lighten the mood.

The next morning, they went out early and inspected the land. Milei showed him the rich chernozem chernozem on the eastern bank with pride. The Tatar walked all round the little village and saw that Milei had, indeed, offered him the best land. on the eastern bank with pride. The Tatar walked all round the little village and saw that Milei had, indeed, offered him the best land.

'It's a good site for a monastery,' he agreed. 'I shall endow a small church and perhaps half a dozen monks to begin with. But it will grow.'

Milei nodded.

'Does that mean you want to buy it?' he asked with a smile.

'Your price?'

Milei named it.

It sounded a little expensive, but not unreasonable. Milei was wise enough not to be obviously greedy.

'Very well,' Peter agreed. And to Milei's delight he produced a bag of gold coins and paid him there and then.

'Now it is mine,' the Tatar said.

'It is yours.'

Peter began to get on his horse.

'Will you not stay?'

The Tatar shook his head.

'With these troubles ... I want to be back in Murom tomorrow.'

Milei nodded.

'All the same,' he said, hardly pausing to think about it, 'I should draw up a deed for the property.'

It seemed such an obvious thing to say that he was completely taken aback by what came next.

'A deed? What is that?'

Milei opened his mouth to speak, then kept silent.

The Tatar looked at him curiously.

'A deed?'

Was it possible that this official did not know that in the land of Rus all property was held by deed?

Suddenly, it dawned on Milei that there was no particular reason why he should.

For the entire Mongol apparatus, thorough, merciless as it was, was also completely self-contained. They took their census which no Russian ruler had ever done they divided up the land by tens and hundreds, and they taxed. But there it ended. Their system of government was efficient, but it ran entirely parallel to the continuing pattern of Russian life. This intelligent Tatar, this Christian whose daughter had married a Russian, was still entirely a stranger in this country. He probably had no interest in being anything else. He knew nothing of Russian land transactions and law.

He had just paid for the land but without a deed, it was not his.

I have to give him the land, Milei thought quickly. And if he ever finds out that I should have given him a deed ... Yet, he hesitated. Was there something more to be squeezed from this transaction? He would have to think about it. When in doubt, delay.

'Go back to Murom,' he said with a warm smile. 'We'll talk business again when I return there.'

Peter started off.

'Be firm with these damned people,' Milei called after him, then turned back to the village, with his bag of gold.

In Dirty Place, too, there had nearly been a killing that morning.

Only Yanka had prevented it.

The two Moslem merchants had brought a dozen men and three large carts with them. They were not in the best of tempers when they arrived.

The Mongol administration had allowed them to collect what they could in return for a fixed amount they were to remit to the Khan. They had expected to make a profit but at present they were showing a loss.

Their visit to Russka the day before had been unsatisfactory. Milei the boyar had thought his presence had stopped the villagers attacking the tax gatherers. In fact, knowing his Tatar connections, the merchants had been careful to make quite reasonable demands at Russka. Now they needed to make up for their leniency.

The insignificant little community of free peasants at Dirty Place was somewhere to start.

'We'll fleece this village,' they agreed as they approached.

And that, all morning, is what they did.

The hamlet had grown to fifteen households now and had the status of a volost volost a commune. In recent years the a commune. In recent years the volost volost had become modestly prosperous; and this was thanks to the man whom the households had elected as their elder: Purgas, the husband of Yanka. had become modestly prosperous; and this was thanks to the man whom the households had elected as their elder: Purgas, the husband of Yanka.

Ever since they married, the modest carpenter whose freedom she had arranged had never ceased to surprise her. The first surprise had been after they had built their izba izba at Dirty Place and she had hung a little icon in the corner; for that very day he had quietly gone to the corner and hung a little chaplet of birch leaves just above it. at Dirty Place and she had hung a little icon in the corner; for that very day he had quietly gone to the corner and hung a little chaplet of birch leaves just above it.

'Why do you do that?' she asked, puzzled. 'That is what the pagans do.'

He had looked a little awkward for a moment and then confessed: 'I am not a Christian.'

'But we were married by a priest.'

It had been done in Novgorod just before they left.

He smiled gently.

'It didn't seem to matter.'

She had never thought to ask him if he was a Christian. Hadn't they met in a church?