Summary
Snow-mantled Muscovy, still half-Asiatic and reeking of tallow, is suddenly commandeered by a seven-foot colossus who drags it toward the Baltic like a bear on a chain. Peter—titan, carpenter, tyrant—returns from the Dutch wharves with salt in his beard and blueprints in his skull, hell-bent on conjuring a modern fleet out of fir and frost. To float his ships he needs a seaport; to win a seaport he needs a war; so he baits Sweden’s adolescent king, turns the snows of Ukraine into a charnel chessboard, and at Poltava lets his cannons sing the future into being. Yet victory tastes of iron: his only heir crumples, a Lutheran refugee in a blood-stained cloak becomes his unlikely consort, bearded boyars mutter of Antichrist, and every decree—shave the beards, count the census in souls, drag the black-robed priests into the light—widens the fissure between reform and revolt. When the conspiracy finally coils, it is filial as much as political; the czar smothers his trembling son beneath the weight of empire, then wakes each dawn to the ghost’s accusing stare. The crown that once glinted like sunrise on the Neva now weighs like a millstone; the beard grows back overnight, the fleet rots, and the titan dies of remorse in a room that still smells of sawdust and cordite.
Synopsis
Peter the Great, on becoming czar of Russia, using his knowledge of shipbuilding gained in a foreign country to establish a navy, and to be able to use the navy, provokes a war with Sweden, defeating that country at the battle of Poltava. This battle marks a turning point with Peter and with Russia, his only son proves a coward, he meets a girl refugee and finally makes her his empress, he alienates the church and many nobles. All these factors finally lead to a conspiracy which, while it is crushed, ends in Peter finding out how he is hated by his people, and in his killing of his son, the remorse for which hastens his own death.
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