More importantly, I got his solemn written word, in his own hand and sealed, that if I was able to arrange a suitable treaty, my son would be given his rightful inheritance, or one even more valuable. Also, Henryk agreed that it would be best if Conrad did not know about my role in these affairs or about our agreement as well.
Again we went to Ruthenia, and again we brought back Prince Daniel incognito, but this time to meet with Duke Henryk. I introduced the two leaders, and they soon were engaged in animated conversation. I wisely remained silent, for men do not like women to intrude on what they consider man"s talk," even when it is we women who make all the arrangements, set the stage, and even determine what is to be said."
A formal treaty was eventually signed by all interested parties, including my husband, and my son had regained his birthright!
In the winter, when all had been finalized and troops had been sent to Ruthenia to aid in its defense, I met again with Duke Henryk, who gave me a privy letter that confirmed our original agreement.
"Francine, that was a fine job you did with Prince Daniel. Because of you, an enemy has been turned into a friend, Poland now has a buffer state between herself and the Tartars, and I have gained a doubling of my territory, if not my income. It is going to take us a few years to absorb all of this, but in a year or two I am minded to send you north to talk to Prince Swientopelk so that you can talk him into giving us his duchies of East and West Pomerania!"
Chapter Thirty FROM THE DIARY OF CONRAD STARGARD.
My own personal life remained pleasantly tranquil, even though, or perhaps because of the fact that, Francine stayed away. I hadn"t even seen my son by her, but I was not about to force her into coming home just so she could make me miserable. She stayed in the east, and I spent most of my time in the south. When I went to Cracow to see my confessor, Bishop Ignacy, she was always elsewhere. Twice I went to Sandomierz and Plock to check on things, but she wasn"t there at the time. Even when Duke Henryk and I hit twelve cities, one on each day of the twelve days of Christmas, she managed to be somewhere else. All that I could figure was that she had an efficient spy system.
Cilicia, on the other hand, remained all sweetness and light. She continued teaching dancing, mostly as a hobby, I think, and continued to manage her string of dance studios at a considerable profit, though G.o.d knows we didn"t need the money. But her real interest was now in our four children and in the other three dozen or so kids in the household.
These weren"t all mine, not by any means. At least a dozen of them were orphans left over from the Mongol invasion. There were some where we knew the mother and n.o.body was exactly sure about the father, but n.o.body much cared. When in doubt, I was always happy to confess to just about anything at a baptism. I"d never let a kid be hurt over a little thing like pride, even when the mother wasn"t up to my usual standards.
Piotr and Krystyana were still in the household with their six kids, and others came and went as the need and the inclination required. When it came to my household, I ran a very loose ship, and I liked it that way. About my only rules were that kids had to stay out of my office and n.o.body could permanently enter my household without my invitation. Well, there were some kids who sort of temporarily attached themselves to us for years, but what the heck. As a general thing, a pleasantly disorganized chaos reigned, and any time I needed rejuvenation I had only to sit down on one of the couches in the living room, and there were a couple of kids on my lap and generally a pretty girl under each arm. A good life.
During our Christmas tour Henryk mentioned an offer that he"d gotten that he didn"t want to refuse. The Russian princ.i.p.alities to our east were Volhynia and Halicz Ruthenia, and they had a combined area that was at least as large as that of Poland, if not larger, although because of the Mongols, they no longer had anything like our population. They were Russian to the extent that the people there were mostly Greek Orthodox Christians, and their political and social ties were more with the east than with the west.
"Russia" in the modem sense, with its huge uncaring bureaucracy and its brutal central control, would probably have been better called the Muscovite Empire. Politically, it is a Johnny-come-lately, not one of the ancient nations of eastern Europe. It simply didn"t exist in the thirteenth century. Moscow was now a small backwater village.
To the north, there is a major city-state called the Republic of Novgorod, which is run by an oligarchy of wealthy merchants, about the way that Venice is in Italy.
In the south, there is a Russian people who would one day be called Ukrainians and who consider their capital to be Kiev, even though Kiev had been ma.s.sacred by the Mongols a few years ago and still was almost absolutely empty. Before that time it had been a fairly ordinary kingdom, with nothing particularly offensive about it.
In addition to these two large states, there were a dozen or so minor duchies and princ.i.p.alities scattered around the east, all of whom, like their big brothers, were either paying tribute to the Mongols or had been depopulated by them, or sometimes both. Certainly there was nothing about the Russias of the thirteenth century that you could hate.
The prince of both of these princ.i.p.alities of Volhynia and Halicz Ruthenia was a man named Daniel, and he had come to Duke Henryk with an interesting proposal. Prince Daniel offered to swear fealty to Henryk, to become a Roman Catholic, and to encourage his people to do so as well. He would even pay what taxes he could, but in return he needed protection from the Mongols. Henryk wanted to know if we could guarantee that protection.
Well, I had been planning to fight the Mongols again anyway, and having more allies hardly ever hurt anybody. From a strictly practical standpoint, we didn"t need any more land at all. We were currently seriously overextended, trying to digest what we already had. This was one giant bite more. Yet I agreed with Henryk. It was too good an opportunity to miss, although I couldn"t help wishing that it had come along five or ten years later.
I said fine, I could spare Daniel three of our nine-thousand-man battalions of regulars when they graduated in the late spring, as well as my force of scouts mounted on Big People, all as a permanent force there. I could give him some air cover, and I could get an additional fifteen battalions to him in ten days if there was another invasion, but I needed some things in return from Daniel.
I needed land along the Bug and the San rivers for the construction of forts against the Mongols. A five-mile-wide strip on both sides of each river was to become army property.
I wanted some land granted to me near the town of Przemysl, because I happened to know that there was an oil field there. In my time, the first oil wells in the world had been drilled in these fields, and that told me that it couldn"t have been a difficult drilling job. I needed that oil as a lubricant, for kerosene lamps, and for aircraft fuel. The wood alcohol we were using wasn"t all that energetic on a per-pound basis.
In addition, I wanted the same rights to buy land in the east that I had in western Poland, and I wanted the same rights to transport goods without paying tolls. I wanted the Polish legal system, once it was organized, to be put in effect in Ruthenia the same as it was in the rest of Poland. Ruthenia was to become a permanent part of Poland, individual Ruthenians would have the right to join the Christian army, and under no circ.u.mstances was I to be taxed by anyone.
Henryk was agreeable to my demands, said he"d keep me posted, and sent an amba.s.sador to Daniel to finalize the deal.
We kept busy working all through the winter, for although the men in the army were all wealthy now, we never slacked off on the twelvehour workday or the six-day workweek, one of which, on the average, was always spent in military training. I had no trouble enforcing this, since good men like to work when they know that they are working on something important.
The deal with Prince Daniel didn"t work out exactly as planned. He wouldn"t go along with combining the legal systems, saying that his people had different customs than ours did. Instead of getting land and drilling rights near Przemysl, I got the whole city and much of the surrounding area. It seems that this land had once been part of Poland and the people there were still ethnically Polish rather than Russian, so Daniel gave the land back to us, or rather to me as Duke of Little Poland.
The right of the Christian army to travel duty-free across the princ.i.p.alities, even when we were engaged in commercial pursuits, became the Right of Transit. The right of the army to do recruiting was enlarged to the traditional Polish Right of Departure. Every man, except for convicted criminals, could leave his present job or condition without anybody"s permission. And the right of the army to buy land and then not pay taxes on it became the Right of Purchase.
This meant that the political body we were forming would be more of a federation than a union, but I could live with it. I signed the treaty Henryk and Daniel had formalized.
As soon as the treaty was signed, still in the winter, a volunteer battalion of active reservists with regular army officers was called up to stand guard in the new territories until late fall, mostly to demonstrate good faith to Prince Daniel. There were a lot more volunteers than places available, and the officers in charge could pick the best. Mostly, the troops spent their time putting in a rail line along the west bank of the River Bug and another up the San, but they were ready if the Mongols wanted to start trouble. In a few months three battalions of regulars who would be graduating from the Warrior"s School would go east to back up the reservists and keep my word to Daniel.
I"d kept the boys at Eagle Nest posted on the need for a longer-range observation plane to patrol the borders of Ruthenia and let Daniel know that we were doing our part. ,Aircraft engines were now sufficiently dependable that a second one was an a.s.set rather than a liability. They came up with a big (for us) two-engine job that could stay up for five hours and had a range of six gross miles. An interesting plane: The pilot lay p.r.o.ne and looked mainly downward, just what was needed for an observation plane when the enemy had nothing in the sky. This also made for a very small frontal area. It was our first plane that could take off without the aid of a catapult, and it even boasted retractable landing gear. The boys wanted to call it the Eagle, but I wouldn"t let them do it. I said that the eagle was the person flying it, and the name stuck. From then on, our air force was known as the Eagles.
Duke Henryk sent me a copy of his proposed code of laws with a note stressing that it was only a rough draft and that he was asking for comments from many others besides myself. There was a criminal code with clearly defined penalties for various clearly defined crimes and a civil code with long sections on inheritance, land use and ownership, and contracts. I spent a few days going over it and wrote him a lengthy commentary. This was the sort of thing where getting it done right was far more important than getting it done quickly. Any errors would be very expensive for someone. In many cases it was literally a matter of life and death.
My main objection to Henryk"s laws was in the field of punishments. He called for the traditional medieval corporal punishments, such as whipping, branding, and beheading. In the twentieth century, the western governments punish people with use fines and various terms of incarceration. The eastern governments have a different theory, one that I can"t help but agree with. It is felt that a criminal is one who has caused damage to society and who is therefore in debt to society for the damage that he has done. This debt must be worked off, normally with a term of hard manual labor. There are several advantages to this theory. One is that the criminal is often a mentally ill person, and hard work is often very good therapy. Another is that society benefits from the work that is done rather than being harmed again in feeding and guarding the criminal, as in the western system. It took work, but I finally talked Henryk into starting a prison coal mine and using work rather than whippings.
By spring it was obvious that the killing inflation I had so feared wasn"t going to happen. Most of the surplus cash either stayed in my bank drawing interest or, rather "damages," to get around the Church"s strange thoughts on usury or was spent on things like buying farmland from me. Then I sat on the money, and things smoothed out.
As soon as the snows melted, work was started on a second Reinforced Concrete Components Factory, this one built next to the new Riverboat a.s.sembly Building and set up to build parts for "snowflake" forts like the one at East Gate. In a little over a month we started on the first of several thousand fortified army towns.
There wasn"t any problem finding the oil fields. The stuff was running out of the ground! We didn"t do any drilling at all at first but simply channeled it into some storage tanks. Why it hadn"t caught fire sometime in the past was beyond me.
At East Gate we started production on a new sort of riverboat. It consisted of nothing but an engine and some crew"s quarters on the back of a long, low barge. Inside the thing were two gross copper oil drums, piped together to haul crude oil from the fields at Przemysl. On the way up it was designed to carry deck cargo, such as concrete structural members. And that was all. No guns, no Halmans, and no pa.s.sengers. Strictly a civilian cargo vessel. An oil refinery was started at East Gate as well.
Finally, with spring planting done, it was time to clean the Teutonic Knights out of Mazovia. In my time, despite the fact that they were theoretically a branch of the Church, they had spent the winter of 1242 attacking the Christian Republic of Novgorod and had been beaten by Alexander Nevski in the famous Battle on the Ice. Well, Alex was spared both the trouble and the fame in this world. Here, the Crossmen had spent the winter recruiting more fighters and reinforcing their city-castle of Turon, which means "thorn," appropriately enough.
They had seen what we could do in a field battle but figured that they could stand siege against us. Nice.
I"d been counting on that.
My people were all looking forward to the war, for the Crossmen never had worried about making themselves popular. They still made a practice of butchering entire villages and sparing only the adolescent children who brought good prices on the Moslem slave blocks. When I suggested that a single battalion would suffice to handle the Knights of the Cross, I nearly had a mutiny on my hands.
Everybody wanted to go!
I didn"t want to upset our production schedules, so I forbade the industrial workers to attend. They screamed, b.i.t.c.hed, and cried, but I wouldn"t back off. There were plenty of men working their farms, and the war would take place during the slack period between spring planting and the first hay harvest. Even so, there were too many volunteers, and I finally had Baron Vladimir set up a compet.i.tion such that only the best fighters from each unit in the active reserves were allowed the privilege of going and risking their lives. It"s strange the things some men will do for prestige.
Chapter Thirty-one.
I took three battalions of reservists to the war, along with three of regulars, and made Baron Vladimir hetman in charge of all of them. This was far more troops than was required, but the pressure on me to let everybody go was pretty strong. Captains and barons were coming up with the d.a.m.nedest reasons why it was necessary for them to partic.i.p.ate even after I said that any booty taken would go first to defray expenses and that the rest would be divided out among the entire army. They didn"t care. They still kept calling in old favors and trying to go.
Since it wasn"t really going to be much of a fight, I took my four maidservants along, with plenty of creature comforts in a big rail car. Cilicia insisted on coming, too, and brought with her a troop of over fifty dancers and a dozen musicians. She knew of Duke Henryk"s plans to invite many foreign observers, and she figured that they would want entertainment.
Over her fifty-megaton protests, Krystyana was left home to take care of the kids. Piotr wasn"t going, and, well, somebody had to do it.
We had riverboats enough on the Vistula to carry two battalions with their war carts, but I wasn"t about to commit more than a quarter of them to the war, not when they were making such profits providing civil transportation! Also, the boats were needed to transport construction materials for our extensive building program. Anyway, if the troops wanted to go that badly, let them walk!
And walk they did, nonstop in the army fashion, all the way to Plock and beyond to the edge of Crossman territory, where the railroads stopped. From there they were ferried downstream to Turon, where we found the city packed with German knights and the gates closed to us.
At first there was no opposition at all. A platoon of scouts scoured the countryside and found nothing but peaceful peasants, whom we left alone. Turon had no suburbs, being a military installation, so we had a clear field of fire all around the walls. We surrounded the city, dug fortifications, and set up housekeeping. Then we waited two days for Duke Henryk to arrive.
You see, Henryk was planning to make as much political hay out of this battle as possible, and he wanted as many foreign observers around as he could get. On the southwest side of the Vistula, across from Turon, we built a good-sized tent city for them, set up a river crossing boat, and a.s.signed two companies of complaining warriors to guard the place and cook for our guests. The numbers of delegates arriving surprised even Henryk. Poland was big in the news, especially since our magazines were still the only newspapers. Many people wanted to see what we were doing for themselves.
Duke Henryk arrived on schedule with his two young sons, Henryk 111, a fine boy of thirteen, and Boleslaw, who was going bald at the age of eighteen, as well as their mother on a rare outing from her estate. But his dozens of delegations of observers straggled in, and another week went by before they had all gotten there.
Rather than let my warriors stand idle, I had half of our forces out preparing the beds for railroads while we waited, and construction companies were confidently extending the railroads downstream along the Vistula while the "war" was going on.
The tent city soon became a regular international village, with six separate groups coming from various states in the Holy Roman Empire, two from various factions in Bohemia, three from Hungary, two from Pomerania, and three from the various Danish princ.i.p.alities. Twenty men were sent up from Tsar Ivan Asen 11 of the Bulgarian Empire. A group arrived from France, personal emissaries from Louis IX, and even some Castilians from Spain.
There were delegations from all the tribes of the Pruthenians: Sambians, Natanoians, Warmians, Pogesanians, Pomeranians, Bartians, Galindians, and Skalovians. The Lithuanians came, headed by Prince Mendog, and the Lusatians were there, too. There was a delegation from Novgorod, headed by none other than Alexander Nevski, who doesn"t look at all like he did in the movie. Furthermore, he was a n.o.ble prince, not a stalwart yeoman, as the old Russian motion picture would have it!
We even got a Welshman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman.
Prince Daniel was there with two groups from the Ruthenias, and Prince Swientopelk of Pomerania showed up in person. This surprised certain people, because it was claimed by some that he had engineered the a.s.sa.s.sinations of two Polish dukes. Duke Boleslaw the Pious and Duke Przemysl came, both of Great Poland and subordinate to Henryk, as did Duke Casimir of Kujawy, a small, still independent Polish duchy.
The Church was well represented by Bishop Ignacy of Cracow, plus the Polish bishops of Plock, Poznan, Wroclaw, Lubusz, Wloclawek, and Kamien, and the Archbishop of Gniezno, along with hundreds of minor clerics. Ignacy had even brought a printing press with him and was running off a four-page daily newspaper. The world"s first! In short, everybody who was anybody in eastern Europe, and most of the rest of Christendom besides, was there or was represented, except for the Mongols. No, let me take that back. The handless Mongol amba.s.sador I had given to Henryk was there as well, in a steel cage with a double door like an air lock. Henryk wasn"t taking any chances with him.
There were so many delegates that we had to enlarge their camp twice, stripping tents from my troops and making the warriors double up. Four more unhappy companies were added to guard and cook for them.
The foreigners wandered around everywhere, inspecting the steamboats and the artillery, talking to the troops, and even visiting the Teutonic Knights, who were still holed up in their city.
While everyone was there for the nominal purpose of watching a battle, Henryk had countless meetings called every day, and every night was spent in feasting, drinking, and politicking. Cilicia"s dancers were the big hit of the event, and two temporary Pink Dragon Inns were running on a standing-room-only basis. Baths and ma.s.sage parlors were running at all hours of the day and night.
Henryk bought two dozen of my surplus aurochs bulls, and though not fully grown, they dressed out at over a ton of meat each. They took three days to roast whole over an open fire, but he served one up each day, and that was but a single item on a large menu. The beer, wine, and mead vendors were making a fortune! And this despite the fact that many delegations were providing potables free.
My troops were coming over the river to join this festival at every possible excuse, of course. It became a major headache for Hetman Vladimir to see that Turon remained properly surrounded. Yet the Crossmen never poked their heads out of their walls. At least not that we heard of, anyway.
With so many foreigners coming and going from Turon, it was likely that there were Crossman spies among us. Not that it mattered.
While all this was going on, I had the six siege cannons I"d had made hauled up from their special barges and located out of crossbow range of the city-fortress of Turon, pointing at the two main gates, where they could be seen by the delegates. They each had a bore of half a yard and were six yards long. They were low-tech muzzleloaders, since I wasn"t in any hurry about rate of fire and didn"t plan to ever need them again after this battle. But they fired a round iron ball that weighed over half a ton, and I didn"t imagine that any brick city wall could stand up to them for long.
Then six huge mortars arrived, each with a bore of one yard and a four-yard-long tube. They were set up in plain view of the delegate camp, as close to Turon"s walls as we dared put them. A system of racks and hoists allowed them to be loaded quickly, for here I needed a high rate of fire. The men tending these monsters wore a uniform that consisted of black boots, a black pair of pants, and a black hood, which when wet could double as a gas mask. They swaggered around stripped to the waist, a bit of showmanship on my part. Mostly, I wanted the ident.i.ty of these picked men to be kept a secret.
Their ammunition was placed along the river embankment and constantly guarded. If one of these rounds should leak, it was the duty of the black guards to roll it into the Vistula, for cool water can absorb large quant.i.ties of chlorine, and the river"s turbulence would soon dilute the poison to a safe level.
And still the warriors waited, for Henryk wanted the conference to continue a while longer. He made a point of introducing me to everyone, of course, and I sat in on many of the meetings, but in truth, such things bore me. The only interesting thing to me was that almost all the visitors spoke Polish, mostly from reading our magazines. My plan to make Polish a world language was working!
And with everybody important at the camp, it was inevitable for my wife to come, too, since she loves the smell of political power. She"d been there a week before I ran into her as I was on my way to yet another meeting, this one on fixing a date for the proposed All Christendom Great Hunt chaired by Sir Miesko.
"Well," I said, trying to be friendly. "There really is a d.u.c.h.ess Francine. Have you been well?"
"Yes, your grace." She looked at me strangely, coldly.
"And you have to speak so formally to your own husband?"
"It seemed fitting, Conrad."
"So. And my son. He too is well?" I tried to smile, but it didn"t come off.
"Yes. He"s in good hands in Cracow."
"I suppose that you were right in not taking him into what is, after all, a war zone. I"d like to see him someday. "
"Of course, my husband. You can see him at any time."
"And you. Will I be seeing you again? Will you be coming home, as most wives do?"
"Yes, I"m sure I will, in time."
"In time. Well. When that time comes, be sure and let me know. There will always be a place for you."
"Thank you, my husband," she said stiffly.
"You must keep in closer touch, then."
"Yes, my husband."
I turned and left. She was as cold as a killing frost and just as unsympathetic. Whatever had happened to the warm, loving woman I had married? Just because I didn"t want to be a king, that didn"t mean that I no longer wanted to be a husband! Yet she was still a beautiful woman for all her stone-cold features and stone-rigid bearing. I felt the old urges despite the fact that I had brought my servants to the war.
Days later I went to see Bishop Ignacy, and after confession I asked, as usual, about the Church"s inquisition concerning me.
"Oh, I"m afraid that there won"t be anything happening on that for some time, Conrad. You see, the College of Cardinals is deadlocked on the selection of the next Pope, and nothing much will happen until such time as they resolve their differences. It could be quite a while from what I hear."
"So the whole Catholic Church stops until they get around to doing something, Father?"
"Not in the least! People are being christened and married and buried. Souls are still being saved. The only difference is that nothing new will happen. No high offices will be filled, and no changes will take place until we have a new pontiff. You know, I"ve never understood your anxiety to get this matter of your inquisition finished, Conrad. After all, if they decide that you are an instrument of G.o.d and a saint, well, you cannot be canonized until after your death, anyway, so why hurry? And in the unlikely event that they decide that you are an instrument of the devil and should be burned at the stake, why, isn"t it better to put off that unhappy event as long as possible? Surely there is nothing of the suicide about you!"
"I"d just Re to have the thing settled, to not have it hanging over my head, Father."
"Very little in this life is ever settled, my son. It"s like that story you once told me about the little people.
"The road goes ever on." One can only live life. Soon enough G.o.d will decide it is time for it to be "settled." "
"I suppose so, Father. To change the subject, have you been to see the Crossmen?"
"No, but many other churchmen have. After all, you have vowed to kill them all, and you have a reputation for carrying out your vows with a vengeance."
"Oh, they"ll all die, all right, as soon as Henryk has milked all he can out of this conference."
"It is remarkable how well you two dukes are getting along, how well your abilities complement each other."
"He takes care of the law and the politics, and I handle the army and the factories. Neither one of us wants the other"s job. It"s a good partnership, Father, and I think the world will profit by it. But back to the Crossmen. I"m going to kill them, so don"t try again to talk me out of it. You already know my reasons, and I"ve heard all of your objections. But I don"t want any innocent bystanders killed with them.
I still have nightmares about the Polish slave girls that we killed when we raided the Mongol camp at night, or even worse, the Polish peasants we slaughtered when they were forced to work those Mongol catapults. I want to know that there is no one in Turon except members of the Teutonic Order."
"But surely they have had plenty of time to get out."
"Well, maybe they can"t get out, or maybe they think the Crossmen will win, or maybe they think this will be an ordinary battle where plenty of people survive. You"ve seen those big guns I"ve had made. Do you think that one of those half-ton b.a.l.l.s will stop and see what uniform they"re wearing before it smashes everyone before it?"