If, indeed, he still was my liege lord! The last I"d heard from him, he was d.a.m.ning me for failing to go to Legnica and join his forces there. For all I knew, he considered me to be an independent duke now.
The simple truth was that the military forces that obeyed me were vastly superior to his, and I controlled quite a bit more money than he did, although as a good socialist, I had difficulty thinking of all this vast wealth as being my own. Actually, I could probably declare my own independence and make it stick!
Not that I"d want to.
I could see no advantage to independence and quite a few disadvantages. Being part of a greater whole, I could expand my industrial and agricultural revolutions as fast as necessary simply by doing it and paying a fee or buying land if it was required of me. A little persuasion was all that was usually needed.
As an independent king, or whatever, I"d have to fight a war every time I tried to open up a new market.
Insanity!
I sent a runner to find Baron Pulaski and ask him to come have a talk with me.
My designers and draftspeople had all shown up at dawn and had spent the morning getting their work area cleaned up and ready to go. It had been more than a year since we"d used it, what with the war and all. Most of them were back in civilian clothes and feeling a little unusual about it.
"I"m not going to enforce any dress codes around here," I told them, "but if you have to go out to the field or even to the shops, I"ll expect you to be in uniform. You"re still in the army, after all. Now then, we have some factories to design, and we"ll need at least the foundation drawings finalized in two weeks so the troops can start on them as soon as they finish cleaning up the mess we made on the Vistula. Now here"s what we need . . . "
Once I got them going, I went back to my "manager" office, called for my secretary, and asked if there were any messages. She brought in a stack as thick as my arm, sorted as to what they wanted. An efficient lady.
Baron Gregor wanted to release all his men who had been workers at Three Walls to get the factories going again. He was particularly worried about the ammunition situation. I wrote "granted," with a note that all men who had served in the Construction Corps should be sent under Baron Yashoo to East Gate to rebuild the Riverboat a.s.sembly Building. Since almost all these workers had at least a half-dozen new subordinates who had gone through only four months of training, these subordinates would be a.s.signed to other knights at no more than a dozen new men each.
There were six dozen letters of congratulations and then a request from a priest that in the future all Mongols should be baptized before they were beheaded. Denied. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds didn"t deserve to go to heaven.
There were a lot of requests for discharge, mostly so the men could search for their families. Denied, put your request through channels. There wasn"t much to worry about, since most army personnel had their dependents at army installations that had not been attacked, and n.o.body had gotten killed at any of them.
I made an exception in the case of Captain Targ, whose family was far to the east, near what would be Zakopane. I owed him a serious favor, since he had saved my life, and I thought this was a good way to pay it. I sent orders to his baron that he and his brother should be given indefinite leave and lent horses if they wanted them. I really meant to do him a favor, but I guess it didn"t turn out that way. The two brothers headed east, crossed the Vistula, and were never heard from again. Their family was also among the missing.
Lady Natalia came in after a while and asked me if I wanted my dinner brought up, but I decided that the men should see that I was still alive, and we went down to the cafeteria, not that there was any " cafe " to justify the name.
The chow lines there were absurdly long, worse than what happens when the communists try to sell six refrigerators in Warsaw. I told Natalia that she should put out the word that the cafeterias would have to be restricted to dependents, officers of the grade of captain and higher, and men who had originally worked at Three Walls. All others would have to eat at their war carts, though the cooks could draw on the stores here. Natalia and 1, of course, took cuts in front of the line. RHIP.
The next week was spent in meetings and similar boring but important trivia. The aircraft had found no trace of other Mongols, even though we all knew that there had to be a lot of stragglers hiding out there somewhere. Francine was in Cracow playing hostess to some political nonsense, but she seemed to be having fun and staying out of trouble. I supposed that she needed to get away from it all for a while after the tensions of the war, and I let her have her own way. The cleanup at Three Walls had been completed, and the original workers from each of my other installations were sent home to get things productive again. Getting things back to normal seemed to take as much work as getting us on a war footing had.
Then Baron Vladimir arrived.
I gave him a hug when he got to my office. "G.o.d, Vladimir, it"s wonderful to see you! What took you so long?"
"What took me so long, my lord? I think that the problem started when I was entirely too efficient in getting across the Vistula. You recall that as we left the battlefield west of Sandomierz, you were to return the booty here to Three Walls, and I was to take the larger group of our men to cross the Vistula and clean and loot the killing fields there. We found no riverboats running, but we found two of those river ferries of the sort you invented so many years ago, during that delightful journey we made with our ladies to the River Dunajec. You know, the sort that uses a long rope to force the river itself to carry one back and forth. Three dozen big river barges were available at Sandomierz, as was a good supply of rope, so we quickly built three dozen more of the things. By dint of efficient organization and hard work, I was able to get my entire command across by midnight."
"Now I have a question for you, my lord. What ever possessed you to entrust so important a message as the fact that Cracow was burning to an absolutely untrained peasant? The silly fool had never before in his life been more than six miles from the village in which he had been born! He had never been on a Big Person before. He had never even seen one! Is it any wonder that he never thought of telling her who they were trying to find? He had not the slightest concept of geography, and he couldn"t have read a map even if he"d had one! He couldn"t read, period! Is it any wonder that he missed us in the dark and rode all the way to the Crossman city of Turon? He was two days finding us! Why did you do this thing to me?
Two-thirds of your men missed out on half of the war!"
All I could do was to bury my face in my hands and say, "Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. "
Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
"Baron Vladimir, I"m sorry. At the time he was simply a man on a Big Person, and I didn"t even think about what I was doing. A courier had come in badly wounded with the news about Cracow. One of the officers a.s.signed a man to ride the Big Person and help out our flankers. Then I realized that you must be told as soon as possible, and so I changed the man"s orders. I never stopped to think about how limited, how restricted the average peasant is. I"m sorry. "
"And I accept your apology, my lord. You made a mistake, but as it turned out, no great harm was done. You had sufficient forces with you to handle the problems that happened to come up. My men could have given you more power, but they could not have given you more speed. Yet it could have turned out otherwise! The Mongols might have caught you strung out on the road with your men half-armed and armored, with your pikes stored for transit, and your guns unmounted. They could have met you with locally superior forces and wiped you and all of your men out! You were lucky. But while I was waiting to see you-"
"They made you wait?"
"The Baroness Natalia is sometimes overly protective, my lord. But while I was waiting, I heard the tale about Captainette Lubinska. She made a mistake as bad or even worse than yours, and she didn"t have your luck! Now you plan to have her hanged for it. Do you realize that she was born a peasant girl on a farm just outside of Cieszyn, where Count Herman"s wife held sway for so many years? For all of Lubinska"s life, the countess was an authority figure whose word was not to be questioned. Then, one day, the countess lied to her, usurped her authority, and ordered her away from her post. Is it any wonder that she obeyed the countess"s orders even if they weren"t exactly legal? What did the captainette know about the law? She was only a peasant, for G.o.d"s sake!"
"Again you shame me, Vladimir. Look, I"ve turned the matter over to Baron Pulaski. Why don"t you speak to him, and also speak at her trial?"
"All right, my lord, if you wish it. But remember, the right of high justice is yours now. You may delegate the duties, but not the responsibility!"
"You are entirely too right. For now, though, what happened once you got the word about Cracow?"
"Well, once I got the message out of the peasant-he hadn"t slept in days and was babbling-we had to drop everything and recross the Vistula. The railroad tracks are on the west bank only. I sent troops south in battalions at a walk until the rest could catch up. After that we went to double time. When we got to the company you left behind to guard the booty, we absorbed them in our van, since they were fresh by then, and eventually left our hindmost company on guard. At Cracow I left a battalion to secure the city and relieve the wounded you left behind there. We had just arrived at East Gate when we got the word about your victory here. As per your orders, we cleaned up East Gate and sent men back to the dumped booty to pick it up. Half of my men are now on the way back to clean up the killing grounds on the east bank of the Vistula. Also, I sent a battalion west to the salt mines to dig and bring back all the salt they could. We"ll need it if we"re to save the horsehides we"ve taken. The rest of them are here now with your booty and what we collected at East Gate."
"What booty at East Gate? We lost there!"
"Many of those women and children had jewels and money secreted about their persons, my lord.
Perhaps the Mongols were in too much of a hurry to search them all properly. But for whatever reason, there was quite a lot of it, and policy is that the dead should never be buried with anything of value, not if you want them to rest undisturbed. "
"You"re right, of course. Is there any chance of returning the money and jewels to their next of kin?"
"No, my lord. Only a few of them could be identified. We never thought to-issue dog tags to noncombatants."
"Well, we can hardly keep it for ourselves. Looting Mongols is one thing. Robbing the Christian dead is quite another. Perhaps we should donate it to the Church."
"That was to be my suggestion, my lord."
"Well, get some rest and see your family. There"s a meeting at one tomorrow that you should attend, and then I guess you"ll be going back to the Vistula."
"I can delegate the cleanup, my lord. I have a trial to attend first."
Interlude Two I hit the STOP b.u.t.ton, leaned back, and stretched. Tom still hadn"t gotten here. I was almost to the point of worrying about him, but not quite.
"It"s getting to be lunchtime, don"t you think?" I said to the nude girl snuggled next to me.
"Yes, sir. "
"Well, why don"t you get me a couple of salami sandwiches, a side of onion rings, and a cold Budweiser.
And get anything you want for yourself."
"Yes, sir. "
An untalkative girl, but she was pretty and obedient, and I guess you can"t have everything. Nice outfit, too. She was back almost immediately. She spread my lunch out on the control desk and stood waiting.
"Aren"t you hungry? Why don"t you eat?" I said.
"Yes, sir." She brought in a bowl of something that looked like custard and spooned it quickly down.
"Is that all you"re eating?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don"t you want anything else?"
"No, sir."
I shrugged. Well, she was pretty young, and kids that age can survive on nearly anything. I put it down to some sort of fad diet.
I sat back, put my arm around her, and hit the START b.u.t.ton.
Chapter Fourteen.
Captainette Lubinska"s trial went on for five days. I managed to scrupulously avoid it, except when I was called in to testify as to exactly what orders she had been given. Baron Vladimir spoke at length in her behalf, but when the sorry affair was over, a jury of her peers, twelve captains and captainettes, found her guilty. According to the code of military justice that I myself had written, the punishment was death by hanging, and that"s exactly what Baron Pulaski sentenced her to, to be carried out first thing in the morning.
My own rules required a speedy sentence, provided that the case could be reviewed in time, since to keep a condemned prisoner waiting for months or years, as is often the modem practice, seemed to be unnecessarily cruel to the criminal. Enough time for the condemned to say a good confession, go to ma.s.s, and spend a night in prayer was all that could be morally justified. Also, much of the reason for punishing someone is as an example to others, and if the thing drags out for years, people forget what the crime was all about. The hanging, when it finally happens, becomes a simple, needless murder by the state.
Baron Vladimir came to see me that evening. He repeated all the arguments he had made before, and also said that much of the fault for the incident was mine, for I had put a weak and stupid peasant woman into a position that was too far above her.
"My lord, if you loaded ten tons of iron onto the back of a mule and it collapsed, would you blame the animal? Would you kill it for having failed in its duty?"
"We"re not talking about a dumb animal here, Vladimir. We"re talking about a human being!"
"True, my lord, and I would not be arguing so strongly if it were only a dumb animal you were abusing, though I would still call your failings to your attention. You are my liege lord, and I am obligated to give you my best counsel, even and especially when you don"t like it! Furthermore, the difference between a dumb animal and a dumb peasant is less than you may think. We are knights, you and 1. Our function is to protect the peasants, not to hang them for being peasants!"
So that was the crux of the problem. Baron Vladimir was a traditional member of the old n.o.bility, while I was a man born in the twentieth century. Vladimir was a good friend and a valuable subordinate, but his world outlook was very different from mine. And he hadn"t stopped explaining things to me yet.
"We were put here by G.o.d to protect women, my lord, not to kill them for having feminine weaknesses!
I say again that the fault is yours for putting her in the position that you did, for elevating her far above her station, and for trusting a woman to do a man"s job. You had men who were sound of mind but could not join us in the field. Baron Novacek, for one. He may not have hands, but he could have commanded East Gate and done a good job at it. Why you insisted on having all your women"s companies led by women is beyond me."
Why indeed? It had seemed good for morale, and it ensured that a man wouldn"t take advantage of a female subordinate, but the main reason was my twentieth-century belief in equality. If women were doing the defending, they should lead the defense as well. Now it seemed that I was equalizing the captainette right out of her life.
I let Vladimir continue until he started repeating himself, then I said, "Baron, I don"t know what I"ll do about this mess yet, but whatever I do, it won"t be done lightly. Tell me, that courier who missed you in the dark near Sandomierz. What did you do to him?"
"Him, my lord? Well, he was incompetent as a scout or messenger, so I could hardly leave him with a Big Person, but he had done his best within his limitations. I let him sleep while we recrossed the Vistula and then put him back down in the ranks as a pikeman. It doesn"t take much brains to do that job, simply courage, strength, and obedience, things that a peasant is often good at."
"But you didn"t punish him?"
"Would I punish a fish because it couldn"t fly? Peasants are stupid! You can"t expect one to do a n.o.bleman"s job."
"I see. To change the subject, what about you, Baron Vladimir? You"ve done a wonderful job these last six years with the army. Have you done any thinking about what your reward should be? About what you want to do now?"
"Hmmm. I"ve had some thoughts, my lord, or perhaps I should call them dreams. I have saved much of my salary over the years, and I"ll get my share of the booty. I wonder, well, there is the castle you got from Count Lambert, the one Baron Stefan used to hold. You"ve never used it for much of anything.
Would you consider selling it to me?"
"No, but I"d give it to you if you wanted it. You"ve certainly earned it, and as you say, it"s just going to waste. Or better still, how about the new castle I built for Count Lambert at Okoitz? It"s a dozen times larger and comes stocked with a renewable supply of attractive young ladies. "
"A portion of me is tempted by Okoitz, my lord, but my better parts say that I"d be happier with my wife and family without the count"s fabulous harem. You see, what I want is to live in the old traditional way, with the wife and children that I haven"t seen enough of these past years. My oldest boy is eight years old now, and he has seen very little of his own father. I don"t want to live as Count Lambert did, and I certainly don"t want to live like you! Further, I think that there are a lot of the peasants on the lands that you"ve gotten that prefer the old ways as well. With your permission, I would gather together those peasants that would swear to me and take them from these mines and factories of yours."
"Permission granted, old friend. From my standpoint, you"ll be relieving me of some of my malcontents.
The castle is yours, along with as much land as you can find men to farm it."
"And a bit more, some forest for a hunting preserve, my lord?"
"Fine, so long as you don"t go and reintroduce wild boars and wolves on it. And the people you talk into joining you, well, don"t get too traditional on me. I"m going to insist that they have schools, stores, and modem fanning methods. "
"Of course, my lord. I never intended to throw out any of your improvements! It"s this business of changing jobs all the time, and promotions, and not knowing the grandsons of your grandfather"s friends that troubles me. I don"t know quite how to put it, but it"s as if things have gotten like a river that is running too wide and too shallow! I want to go along in a deep, old channel, where the human things go on as they always have and always will. Gla.s.s in the windows and flush toilets and good steel plows are fine things, and a man would be a fool to not use them, but it"s the human factors that I worry most about."
One of the failings of the communists was that they had a vision of the future that they thought was good, and they tried to make everybody conform to their ideas of goodness. To my own mind, well, it"s a big world and it takes all kinds of people to fill it. If some peasants prefer a life-style that I would find oppressive, well, as long as n.o.body is forcing anyone, I say let them do as they wish. I don"t need everybody on my bandwagon.
"Then you shall have it as you want it, Baron. Just remember the ancient right of departure. Some of the children of the men who swear to you may not feel the same way as their fathers. But I"m not minded to lose your good services entirely. If you wish to live in a feudal manner, then you must do feudal duty to me. What I want you to do is to command the active reserve forces of our army. You see, this time we had warning about when the enemy would attack, but next time we might not be so lucky! Now, my plan is . . . "
We talked for hours about what the reserves should be, and when we parted, we were in agreement.
At least about the army.
As he left, Vladimir said, "Do you know yet what you are going to do about the captainette?"
"No."
I left word that I must be up before dawn and sent notes to both Baron Pulaski and Baron Gregor that the execution must not take place without me. G.o.d forbid I should cause a woman"s death because I overslept.
Then I tried to sort out the problem of Captainette Lubinska. I sent away the servant girl I found in my bed, and I tossed and turned for half the night. On the one hand, Lubinska was legally guilty of abandoning her post during time of war, and that had started a chain of events that had ended in a terrible ma.s.sacre.
On the other hand, Vladimir was right. She had been put in a situation where she was in way over her head. But then, every person in the army had been thrown into deep water, including Vladimir and myself. A lot of people had died because they were too weak or too stupid to perform the task before them. A lot of people had died because they had a problem that n.o.body, no matter how strong or brilliant, could possibly have solved. I saw one boatman get squashed flat when a two-ton rock came down on him, and where was justice then? Nowhere, that"s where. But had he lived, he wouldn"t have had to stand trial for not stopping that rock.
So why do we try anybody?
It has often been argued that a person is the result of his heredity and his environment, that we are what we were made to be and therefore are not responsible for our failings.
Well, if human beings are just things that were made, then it doesn"t matter if they are punished or not. It only matters whether they act as desired. If a pot was made badly, throw it out! It"s not the pot"s fault, but that doesn"t matter. The whole idea of guilt doesn"t come into it at all. Once you think about it, you have to conclude that people don"t matter at all unless you grant them a moral sense, unless you grant them a soul. Maybe that was the root cause of many of Stalin"s atrocities.
I gave up trying to sleep. I put on some clothes and walked to the church. I sat down in a pew, but soon I was on my knees.
Well, then. You can say that G.o.d made people and everything else. It"s all His problem! Let Him solve it! Why should we poor fallible mortals ever judge anybody? What right do we have to judge His work?
Except that we all know that if n.o.body was ever punished for doing anything, crime would soon be so rampant that n.o.body would be safe. Many people would live by stealing, and people would be murdered every time somebody got angry. Life would hardly be worth living in such an environment. Like it or not, we sad, confused, and fumbling mortals have to do something about criminals. We have to do it for simple, practical reasons. We can"t blame it on G.o.d, and we can"t let Him do the punishing, since He waits until the sinner is dead before doing the job of judging him, and that"s a little late by human standards if we want to have a safe society.