Mustafa Pasha was tired of war. For many years he served the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, having participated in the conquest of Egypt from the Mamluks in 1517, the conquest of the island of Rhodes from the Knights Hospitaller in 1522, and the failed siege of Vienna in 1529. Now he had been sent to the front in Hungary to besiege a fortress held by Prince Michael’s army from the Kingdom of Roggen und Bernstein.
“Salaam aleikum.” said a messenger to Mustafa Pasha as he entered his tent.
“Do not wish that peace be upon me. There is no peace, and there will be no peace until there is nothing left to fight over.” said Mustafa Pasha to the messenger.
“I am sorry, effendi.” replied the messenger to Mustafa Pasha.
“Is everything alright, father?” asked Yusuf, the son of Mustafa Pasha.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Yusuf. I hope you are ready for your first and probably last battle. I am sorry you have to follow in my footsteps as one