As soldiers freshly out of war, the men of the House of Baric must exchange duty to the Empire to that of family. And, it was time to acquire wives. In the 17th century, Mauro Baric understood what was required of him.
Mauro Baric would be quite a catch for any lady. He was heir to a Venetian barony. He had connections to powerful political allies that would please a future father-in-law. And, for a lady's benefit, he was young and handsome to look at.
Mauro did have some quirks—perhaps due to his crazy mother's neglect, or his poisoned father ruining Mauro's wish to die a hero's death in battle, or his lingering guilt at witnessing his only brother perish in front of him. A lady could forgive his personality flaws, if he were still available to marry. But Mauro Baric was matched to another.
Mauro's future bride was not a noble lady. Resi Kokkinos was the daughter of an Ottoman trader and had no desire to marry a Venetian baron far away from the home she loved. But her father owed the Barics a debt, and she was the keystone to proving her family's allegiance.
Set in Croatia with a cast of colorful characters—the Venetian nobility, their servants and soldiers—the three books are filled with friendships, frustrations, willing romances and dangerous adventures. Revenge and death are a part of life, too. You are a fly-on-the- wall at the House of Baric, witnessing their world and rooting for a happily ever after for the endearing ensemble.
Their story begins here, with Part One: Shields Down.
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Baric Castle, 15 August 1637
A strong tide after the summer storm swirled the usually placid water below the children's diving cliff, but Mateo had jumped anyway. The sea gods ruled the watery underworld there — at least that's what Mateo had told his younger brother, Mauro. Mateo had been bold and fearless at fifteen; the gods would have wanted him. Mauro wished he had jumped with his brother on that fateful day and died in the blue depths along with him. They never found Mateo's body in the choppy waters or on the pebbly shore, and Mauro was lost without him.
A year had passed since Mateo's tragic death, and it was decided Mauro would be schooled with other boys his age in the North. On the eve of Mauro's leaving Baric Castle, Idita came into his room one last time. The once happy boy had grown pale and thin in his self-imposed seclusion. She wanted to comfort him again, like she had comforted him after his brother's accident. She knelt next to Mauro, who lay on his bed staring absently at a glittering stone he held. She took his chin gently between her fingers and looked into the brilliant green eyes of the sad boy she had helped raise. She knew what she had to do.
"Mauritius," she said softly. "Today you are thirteen, and your father will take you to foster with your uncle at Toth Castle."
Mauro continued to stare at his rock, not caring what was planned for him.
"Do you want to be brave again, like Mateo wanted you to be?" The boy's eyes moved slightly, now seeing into hers. "I have a birthday gift for you, Mauro, which will make it so. But you must follow what I say."
Idita had been nanny to the two Baric brothers, and their father and his brother before that. She was an old woman who had lived to see many tragedies in the House of Baric. She had an authority in her status that was never challenged; the Barics respected her wisdom and felt her kind spirit.
Idita had brought a small chest with her to Mauro's room, setting it on Mauro's dressing table near the shuttered window. She opened the shutters and let in the remainder of the fading daylight. The room was on the east side, and it was now long past noon. She lit two candles to better see and took out the box's contents: a small, wooden mallet; several thin, sharpened sticks; two jars; and a golden plate. Idita opened one jar, sifted the dark powder onto the plate, and then mixed it carefully with spirits from the other jar.
"Mauro," she said to him across the room, "come sit on the bench by my side."
Mauro frowned but slipped off his rumpled bed. He had shared this room with Mateo, and his brother's matching bed was next to his. Mateo's blue cover was straight and smooth, the same as on the day he had died. Mauro walked slowly to his nurse, looking cautiously at the crowded tabletop.
"You will train to be a soldier, Mauro, and for that you must be brave. Mateo would have wanted you to be strong without him. I can pass his strength onto you today, but you must remain still. Can you do that?" He looked into her brown eyes with his cheerless, green ones and nodded that he could.
She assessed her young ward. "You will need to take off your shirt, Mauritius. Reach across the table and hold tight until I am done." He did as she required, resting his chin on his chest as he held fast to the other side. He wanted what she offered. He wanted to be brave.
Idita proceeded to ink a sharp stick, then transferred the black ink with the tiny hammer into the boy's pale skin. Somehow, Mauro managed to stay perfectly still, even as tears ran down his cheeks. She chanted a soothing song but did not speak to him while she continued her laborious, shallow taps on Mauro's narrow shoulder. When she had finished the design, Idita handed him a cloth to wipe his silent tears while she found his small looking glass.
Mauro's arms and shoulders ached from his clenched hold, and he sat up with effort to use the cloth she had offered. Idita smiled at her plucky boy, then tilted the mirror near his arm.
Mauro inhaled sharply — how could she have known? On the back curve of his left shoulder was the outline of his brother's resting palm and fingers, just as they had touched him before Mateo dove into the sea. Beautifully scrolled in the middle of the small handprint was the letter M. Mauro looked in the glass at the black markings for several moments until Idita interrupted his thoughts. "Are you ready to go to your uncle's now, Mauritius?"
He spoke for the first time in a year. "Yes."CHAPTER 2
Thessaloniki, 10 October 1644
It was already dark outside when Demetrius and Castor Kokkinos walked up the torch-lit pathway to their walled courtyard in a quiet corner of the rambling city. Demetrius smiled at the sound of the family dog's welcome bark. It had been a twenty-minute walk to their small villa from the harbor, where Demetrius moored his three merchant ships, but it had not been enough time for Castor to tell his father all about his two weeks away, his first voyage fully in charge of his father's ship.
Castor had sailed to meet a Venetian ship in a designated spot in the southern Adriatic waters. His detailed recap of what had happened was interrupted when Alexis, Castor's wife, opened the front door and eagerly embraced her husband. The rest of the story could wait, Demetrius thought. He cheerfully made his way past the young couple as Castor warmly kissed his pregnant wife. Demetrius hung up his cape and bag on the pegs near the doorway, and the two followed him hand in hand into the house.
Demetrius Kokkinos handled special services for wealthy clients around the Aegean. He shipped their goods across the sea to the Near East, south to Africa, west to the Republics in Italy, and beyond to the Kingdom of France. Along with his Turkish clients, he had several foreign customers, including Baron Lorenc Baric, whose ship Castor had met with on this last journey. Demetrius had been Lord Baric's middleman for fifteen years, if one counted the six years he had been away, imprisoned.
Lorenc Baric was a Venetian aristocrat, a baron of the old Croatian line of royalty, and his monthly shipments were a valuable part of Demetrius' business. Demetrius had two other ships that sailed steadily as well. He captained one himself, and he had taught both his oldest sons to navigate the waters and learn his customers, so they could one day inherit his successful trading routes. Baron Baric had finally agreed to allow Demetrius to send his firstborn son in his place for the monthly rendezvous, and Demetrius was pleased that it had gone well.
Drawn by the delicious smell of their dinner roasting, the three went through the sitting room and into the kitchen, where his wife was waiting for him at the cluttered dinner table. Their younger children had already eaten their supper, but she had no appetite, and her plate lay empty in front of her. The smile left Demetrius' weathered, handsome face when he saw her grave expression. "Celine, my love, what has happened?" he asked.
She met her husband at the threshold. She kissed his cheek, then handed him the letter she had been holding the last hour. "A courier came a little while ago," she answered.
"Is it Patricius?" Demetrius asked. "Is there finally word about him?"
Their missing son was the first thought on Demetrius' mind. Patricius was the Kokkinos' second-born, barely a man at eighteen. He was strong-willed and had forsaken his father's offer to learn the family shipping business. He had left almost two months ago for Athens to join the Ottoman Army and become a solider instead. They had been informed by the army a few weeks back that Patricius had not arrived to finalize his enlistment, and the family had received no news from him.
"The letter is not from the authorities, Demetrius. It is from the Barics."
Demetrius looked at the sealed envelope. This correspondence was just as unwanted. "Why haven't you opened it?" he asked with a forced calmness.
"I was afraid of the answer," she replied.
Demetrius' only daughter, Terese, was promised to Mauritius Baric, the second son of Lord Lorenc Baric. It had been arranged long ago that she would be sent to their castle in the Venetian Republic when she came of marrying age. Demetrius had finally acknowledged in a letter to Baron Baric earlier in the summer that his only daughter was ready to marry. This letter today would explain their instructions.
Castor looked from parent to parent with his sympathetic, gray eyes. They had just lost one child to the Ottoman Army, and now they would lose another to this contracted arrangement. Demetrius opened the outer seal and looked at the sharp lettering of his name on the inner envelope. He handed it to his son. "You read it, Castor. I cannot bear it."
The short message was in a clear hand in Latin, and Castor read it through quickly before he reread it aloud with a smile. "I have received your letter and inquiry for a wedding date," he translated. "My son, Mauritius, has taken a commission as a captain in the Toth regiment of the Venetian Empire's Army. Please accept my regret that a definitive date cannot be planned for the wedding while he is on active duty in foreign lands. Upon his return, a marriage date can be finalized. I will send instructions at that time. It is signed Lorenc Baric, the 20 of August 1644."
"Another soldier," Celine said quietly to her husband. "Why do all these young men want to go fight wars?"
Demetrius tried to console her. "War has been going on all around them their whole lives, Celine. I suppose every young man must prove himself in some way. I went to sea to do that."
"Patricius did not have to go to war," Celine exclaimed. "He could have gone to sea like you. He should have gone to sea with your ship, and then he would not be dead."
"We don't know if he is dead, my love. The army may have found him. We will wait for that news as well. But you still have your daughter. Be glad that these wars will keep her here." Demetrius squeezed her hand across the table.
She smiled lovingly. "Yes. We still have our sweet Resi."
Demetrius looked across the room and saw Terese standing in the shadows of the doorway leading to the children's sleeping quarters. He could see by the expression on her young, pretty face that she had heard the good news. She was only sixteen and was too young to leave her family, he thought. He had talked about the love for his children during his time as a prisoner, and in the end that love had been used against him to leverage a deal. So now his daughter was to bravely fulfill her father's debt to the Barics.
Demetrius smiled over at his daughter. Resi, as she was called by her family, smiled back at him. She heard her little brother call out for her, and she quietly turned to go down the corridor to him. She was still free, for a little while longer at least.CHAPTER 3
Habsburg Territory, 15 August 1647
The afternoon air was sticky and sultry on the shadeless edge of the woods. It could have been any other day of the three-week siege, but today was the Day of Assumption in the Catholic faith. It was a Holy day; a time to pray and feast for the blessed Virgin Mother meeting her son in heaven. But there would be no feasting for the Toth troops without the food wagons, and no praying, except the usual prayer for rain to cool them and fresh water to quench their thirst. So the men sat in the dust, as they had yesterday and the day before, waiting for something to change.
Something had changed for Mauritius Baric — he was a year older. The Day of Assumption was also Mauro's birthday. His mother had told him he was lucky, that Saint Mary would watch over him throughout life because of his special birth. His mother, the Baroness Johanna Baric, had sneaked out of her confinement in the manor house those many years ago to spend the day praying for her favorite saint in the family chapel. That is where they had found her, on the floor giving birth to her only child in front of the Virgin Mary's altar.
His mother always wrote to him in August to remind him of his fortunate birthday. Her unsettling correspondence usually arrived months late, but always managed to find him. He dutifully read the tedious letters, hoping she had something happy to write him from home; but they were always the same, always filled with her grief.
Mauro had another lucky charm tattooed on his shoulder from another birthday, which he put more faith in. From time to time, he thought of this special gift that Idita had given him, especially just before a battle. Whether it was the Holy Virgin Mother or his lost brother protecting him, Mauro Baric had survived five years of war to now turn twenty-three.
The letter Mauro was contemplating just then was not from his mother but from his uncle, who was just a few miles away and had been too busy to tell him the tragic news in person: his father was dead, the funeral had been arranged, and he was excused from his service as a captain in the Toth Army. That letter had arrived two weeks ago, and Mauro was still commanding his squad.
He sat against a downed tree in the shade of the woods and pulled out his uncle's letter from the pocket of his tattered military jacket. Mauro had not been close to his father. He had only seen him a handful of times since leaving home ten years ago. With his father's sudden death, Mauro was to be the new baron of Baric, and there was little chance of delaying the inevitable.
He looked around at his men cleaning their weapons, oiling their armor, and gambling at cards. Each attempted to find some distraction while insects feasted on their exposed skin in the late-August heat wave. Mauro decided he would tell his uncle his allegiance was to his men; the Barics would have to wait.
The white destrier approached the lounging men in the field. The troops came to full attention as Count Toth dismounted and looked across the crowd of soldiers, spotting his nephew. He walked toward him with a frown. Mauro stood up from the dusty ground and put the folded letter back in its place.
Count Vladimir Toth was not a tall man, but he had a presence that rattled even the fiercest of commanders. He became the Count of Toth through marriage, but had been born a Baric. A proud man, he had an ego as big as the Croatian territories he governed. The count always led his own army against their foreign foes, and he trusted no one else to negotiate the final outcome. Vladimir Toth had become quite powerful as he played the political games, protecting the wealth of the men ruling the Empire from the comfort of their grand villas in Venice.
Mauro walked through the crowd of his delegated soldiers and stood before his uncle. The commanding general was crisply dressed in his blue military jacket, brushed clean of dust and wear. His polished brass buttons were closed against his tanned throat. Mauro's matching overcoat was unbuttoned against the sweltering heat of the day, and he began to fasten it hastily to bring some order to his own appearance. He had left his hat on the tree stump he had been leaning against. Even without it, Mauro was still taller than the feather of his uncle's stiff woolen one.
"What are you doing here, Mauritius?" Count Toth demanded. His uncle called him by his given name when angry. "I wrote to you two weeks ago. Did you not receive my message?"
Mauro met his commander's eyes as he spoke. "Yes, I got your note, sir, but I will not leave my men until I am assured they will not be neglected. They are already half-starved, and without me organizing their rations ..." Mauro looked around at his troops. Most were still at attention, watching their captain with the general, waiting for a sign from Mauro to organize into action.
The count accessed the squad of musketeers. "Are you their nursemaid now, as well as their captain? I told you to turn your command over to Petar."
"With all due respect, Uncle, my cousin already has two hundred pike men under his command, and I would not trust him to worry about the welfare of my extra hundred," Mauro challenged.
The count knew it was true and admired his nephew for his commitment to his regiment of skilled sharpshooters. "When do we attack?" Mauro asked in a quieter voice now. "I will agree to leave after the battle."
"You will leave when you are told," his uncle reminded him. He gave Mauro a stern look for his impertinence. "The battle will go forward in a few days. They have solved the problems with the heavy equipment. Captain Carrera sunk two of my cannons in the swamp, but we still have enough artillery to do the job. At least the gunpowder was not lost."(Continues…)
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Reviewed by Ray Simmons for Readers' Favorite I liked Shields Down by Jillian Bald. It is the first book in a trilogy called The House of Baric. I love good historical fiction and Jillian Bald knows her European history. She paints a clear portrait of a time in Europe that I am familiar with, mostly from the English viewpoint. In Shields Down we get to see the Europe of that time through eyes that I am not so familiar with. This is Europe through the eyes of the great merchant families more than the great kings, queens, and princes. This perspective filled in some gaps for me. Jillian Bald knows how to write about the lives, duties, and obligations of the lesser nobility and the people that surround them. A lot of the first part of Shields Down is painting a picture of this life. What I enjoyed most about Shields Down was the attention to historical detail. I felt I was living in this world and could understand why people behaved the way they did. Not just the nobility, but stewards, valets, soldiers, and other commoners. I liked these characters and there were a lot of them. The main characters were interesting too. I liked Mauro from the moment that he took his brother’s death so seriously. I liked that Resi is from a family that loves her, that her parents married for love and she dreams of finding it too. I enjoyed this world of Venetian nobility. It is complicated and can be treacherous but that makes for great stories. I’m looking forward to the next book.
Reviewed by Michelle Stanley for Readers' Favorite The House of Baric Part One: Shields Down is the first in a historical romance trilogy by Jillian Bald. Baron Mauro Baric reluctantly marries Terese, the Greek bride selected by his late father, whom he suspects was poisoned. He encounters numerous challenges defending his domain from enemies, so is often away. This affects his marriage to Terese, who isn’t aware of her aloof husband’s painful past. She tries to adjust to her new lifestyle, but is stubborn and often disregards advice given to her. More problems arise when Mauro’s ship is seized, and Terese’s incensed mercenary brother decides to pay them a visit. I became engrossed in the never-ending goings-on that took place in The House of Baric. It’s such a delightful novel that provided in-depth historical information on the 17th century period. Men were just as fashion conscious as women and loved elaborate frills and jewelry. Society rules and protocols were rigid, and primitive living conditions made me appreciate my life even more. The story takes time to read since the numerous, well-defined characters had realistic issues pertaining to the era. The women can be so wily when they want a man’s attention. Jillian Bald’s writing is strongly structured and a lot of research was evident. My main disappointment was not seeing what transpired with Terese’s brother. The fascinating scenarios led me to believe I would read about it, but apparently, that will happen in Book Two. The House of Baric, Part One: Shields Down by Jillian Bald is a lovely romance novel that readers will enjoy.
Reviewed by Amanda Rofe for Readers' Favorite The House of Baric: Shields Down by Jillian Bald is a debut fictional novel set in 17th century Europe. Part one of a trilogy, it tells the tale of Mauro Baric, heir to a Venetian barony and his arranged marriage to Resi, the daughter of an Ottoman trader. Neither very keen to wed, they come to the marriage as strangers, having only met once. Mauro, with his small army, arrives straight from battle with little experience of love. His new wife, with no desire to marry a Venetian far away from the home she loves, is spirited and strong. She settles to her new position but finds her husband away more than he is at home. An historical romance, Shields Down portrays the life and times of the period as the Thirty Years' War comes to a close. This is a captivating story of battle-weary men and wealthy pampered ladies who were used in marriage alliances to further family ambition. I was delighted with the exquisite writing and the two very engaging main characters. Jillian Bald provides an exceptionally well-researched account of the compelling lives of the aristocracy of the time. She includes intimate details of their style of dress, complex social conventions and a generous portion of political intrigue. Shields Down is thoughtfully written with a rich mix of history and romance. There is a timeless elegance to the writing which never faltered. If you like historical romance, you will absolutely love this book. I very much look forward to reading the remaining books in The House of Baric trilogy.
Resi is a girl from Greece whose father arranges her marriage to a Croatian baron’s son to keep the peace after a trading deal goes awry. Betrothed from a young age, Resi is unsure of her future. She doesn’t want to marry a stranger and live far from her family in a foreign land. When she is finally sent for to fulfill the marriage contract, she moves to Croatia with her best friend Ruby to keep her company. Her new husband, Baron Mauro Baric, is not what she expected. The House of Baric: Shields Down explores their first two years of marriage, getting to know each other and discovering they might actually like each other. The reader gets to know a colorful cast of characters and becomes immersed in 17th-century life in Croatia. Strengths If you love historical fiction, this book is for you! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Historical fiction is my favorite way to learn history. I cannot get through dry history books; I literally fall asleep every time. But historical fiction? Sign me up! I love learning about the past, what life was like, how things were different from the world I live in today, and historical fiction teaches history by immersing the reader in that period. The House of Baric did a great job at fully depicting its world, 17th-century Croatia, a time and place I have never learned much about. Bravo to Jillian Bald for the sheer amount of research I’m sure she did to accurately write in such a setting. The writing is very strong, descriptive and sophisticated. It was long, but easy to read. I very much enjoyed the characters and getting in each of their heads. I loved Resi and thought she was very brave in accepting the terms of her marriage and making the best of it. She is a very intelligent woman with a strong spine who isn’t afraid to stand up for herself or others she thinks are being mistreated. Weaknesses The main problem I had with this book is that I didn’t feel like as much was accomplished during the story as should have been, given how long it was. It is definitely a slow-moving, descriptive book, which is fine, but there were events that I kept expecting to get to only to have the plot derailed by something else. For example, we learn early on that Resi has been communicating with her favorite brother, a mercenary who has not gotten along well with Mauro in past years. Her brother will be in the area and wants to come for a visit. Naturally, I expected this highly anticipated event would cover at least a portion of the rest of the book. Instead, unexpected visitors show up at the Baric household, then Mauro’s ship is confiscated by the government, there’s a ball and a camp out on the beach… All entertaining parts of the book, but then Part One ends just as Resi’s brother shows up. I guess that’s meant to be motivation to read the next book in the series, but I’m a little annoyed that I was waiting for the confrontation with the brother for so long and didn’t even get to read it. Conclusion This is definitely a book for all historical fiction lovers! I wish I could go on a Mediterranean cruise or something now. Lounge on the beach, gaze into crystal clear waters, and curl up with a good book. Doesn’t that sound amazing? This book put me in that mood! It is a little on the long side and definitely has passages that could be trimmed down, but The House of Baric Part One: Shields Down is a quality, worthwhile read. Be prepared to take your time to savor all it has to offer.
At first The House of Baric, with the old world rules and the ‘negotiated” mating was a little weird for my taste; but I kept going, and became very pleased with the story; a fun story with lots a character. The book was well written; well-developed characters with interesting stories. I loved how we learned just enough to keep the story smooth, without being too wordy. All the information, backstories, and personal thoughts shared were relevant to the story. The House of Baric has all the makings of a great read; romance, action, mystery, and even a little comedy. Once you get used to the 17th century dialect, it’s a smooth read as well. I found myself re-reading some parts in the beginning, but quickly became accustomed to the language. Overall, I loved the book and feel it is a 4.5 boundless stars book....Beth