I had my drawing board set up in my hut and went through parchment by the bundle, drawing the buildings and making detail drawings of every sort of board in them, a job made easier because I used a lot of standard parts. That is to say, many parts were identical and the same design could be used over and over.
I had a few dozen sticks cut to exactly the same length and as long as I remembered Lambert"s yard to be. These became our standard of measurement.
A lot of the men had difficulty with the concept of standards. They were used to cutting each piece to fit as they went along and all this measuring and looking at plans struck them as a stupid waste of time.
As the weeks went on, there was a growing pile of finished parts, but that was not as satisfying as watching the buildings going up.
I delayed a.s.sembly of the buildings for a good reason. Wood set directly on the ground rots and I wanted our buildings to have masonry foundations and bas.e.m.e.nts.
We couldn"t do masonry construction without mortar and we couldn"t make mortar without coal.
There was coal in the mine, but the mine was still full of water. Parts for the steam pump were arriving regularly from the Krakowski brothers, and the pump functioned well enough after some reworking, or TLC as the Americans call it, but it all took time.
Oh, we could have used charcoal to make mortar, but that would have been time- consuming, too, and the coal would be there soon.
Getting my way was rarely an easy task. I had to talk and persuade and cajole. I shouted and screamed and pretended to throw temper tantrums. But what helped most was when I dug out my bible and read them the description of the building of Solomon"s Temple. It put G.o.d on my side, which generally helps.
Piotr Kulczynski, my accountant, was commuting regularly between Cieszyn and Three Walls, keeping the books on our operations here as well as on the Pink Dragon Inn and the Krakowski Bros. Bra.s.s Works. He was a very efficient young fellow except when he was looking wistfully at Krystyana, which, it seemed, was most of the time.
The poor kid was obviously smitten, and just as obviously, she wouldn"t have anything to do with him. It wasn"t any of my business. I just don"t like to see anybody in that much pain. They were both about fifteen, and that can be a very rough time of life.
I supposed that a certain amount of opposition to my plans from the workers was inevitable, but I never expected Vladimir and Piotr to be against my building plans. I had my drawings unrolled before us.
"I tell you that these indoor garderobes are a bad idea," Vladimir said. "I"ve seen them in some of the big stone castles. They make sense if you have to stand a siege. But that"s the only time they use them, during a siege when you can"t do anything else. The rest of the time, they use an outdoor privy just like everybody else."
"s.h.i.t stinks and you don"t want it in your house! In the second place, wood buildings can"t stand a siege. They"re too easy to burn down. So there"s no sense in putting in a garderobe in the first place."
"I agree with everything you"ve said, but you"ve never seen indoor plumbing. It"s completely clean and sanitary. No smells at all. And this will be more than a garderobe. Besides the flush toilets, there"s a washroom and a shower room. We"ll be able to clean ourselves and our clothes even in the wintertime. We"ll have hot water, too. There"s a big hot-water heater built above the kitchen stove. I tell you that a hot shower on a cold winter morning is a glorious thing."
"What happens to the s.h.i.t?"
"It"s flushed down these bra.s.s pipes until it leaves the building. Then it goes by clay pipes to these septic tanks and finally to this tile field."
"I"ll believe it when I see it," Vladimir said.
"Sir Conrad, what troubles me is the expense of all this," Piotr said. "I have calculated that for what you are spending on cast bra.s.s pipes and all these pottery toilets and washbowls and the valves and all, you could hire twenty chambermaids for fifty years!"
"That"s a pretty ugly job, isn"t it? Hauling away someone else"s chamber pots?"
"There are many who would take it, sir, and be thankful."
"I"ll allow that it"ll be pretty impressive, if it works," Vladimir said. "But if you must have these gimcracks, why share them with the peasants? Put in a smaller bunch of fixtures for yourself and your high-born guests."
"Someday, everybody is going to have indoor plumbing. We might as well start here. I"m not going to deprive my people of something that basic."
"Your people would be far happier if you took what this cost and divided the money among them."
"Probably. But I"m still going to put in the indoor plumbing."
"It"s your castle," Vladimir sighed. "These firewalls take a vast amount of stone and mortar. If you used that amount of material on the outside wall, it could be entirely of masonry, adding greatly to your defenses."
"I"m more worried about a fire than a war, at least in the next few years. We have over six hundred people here and the next settlement is eight miles away. If this building burns down entirely next winter, we might not survive it. With the firewalls where they are, it"s likely that we wouldn"t lose more than a fifth of our housing and we could live through that."
"You are lord here," Vladimir said. "Another problem with this plan is the gate.
It"s too big. Six knights could ride abreast through that thing. Reduce it by half, at least. It"ll be a lot easier to defend."
"At this point, I"m not worried about defending against anything but thieves and wild animals. As you said, a wooden building can"t stand a siege anyway. In later years, we"ll build other walls, farther out, of bricks or stone. But even they"ll need big gates. Remind me to tell you about railroads."
"Now what in h.e.l.l is a railroad?"
The days rolled by. We set up a saw pit, an arrangement whereby a log was rolled over a deep pit; then one man stood in the hole and another on top of the log, working a saw between them. It was a miserable job, with the man below eating sawdust and the man above breaking his back. They often traded jobs, but never decided which was worse.
And it was slow. I did some time studies and calculated that, even with all of our ripsaws going constantly, the snow would be flying before the place was half done.
Something Vladimir once said gave me an idea and we built a walkingbeam sawmill. We made a huge teetertotter out of a halved log that was fifty yards long.
At each end, ropes and pulleys connected it to a long ripsaw, each two of our longest welded together. Wooden troughs, running downhill, guided a huge log into each blade.
A railing ran around the teeter-totter"s edges, and sixty men walked back and forth, working the thing. You walked uphill until the high end came down, then you turned around and walked uphill again until the high end came down, then ...
Not exactly intellectually stimulating, but then very few of these people were intellectuals. It cut wood.
What"s more, the strange, Rube Goldberg monster worked right the first time we tried it, and it was fast" enough. The only problem was that sixty men was half our workforce.
But why did they have to be men? A man"s arms are stronger than a woman"s, but this machine was worked by the legs, walking. A woman"s legs are as strong as a man"s. Why not?
I put it to the women one night, during supper and got a lot of cold stares. Finally, I asked why. One woman got up and talked on and on about her hardships for the longest time until it dawned on me that she was a.s.suming that I was not going to pay for this extra work.
When I shut her up and said that I planned to pay for what I got, she turned right around and gushed so enthusiastically that I had to shut her up again.
It was the men who were against it. They"d been starving when I"d hired them and now they didn"t want their wives earning extra money. Ridiculous" Finally, I got together with the foremen and we worked out a deal.
The women would each work a half day, some before noon and some after. (A half day at this time of year was almost eight hours.) They would receive half pay and their money would be paid to their husbands. Stupid, but that"s the way they wanted it. And some of the bigger children could work if they wanted to, being paid by the pound.
Loading the logs into the sawmill was a job for all our men and horses, despite all the ropes and pulleys we had going. But this could usually be done in a few minutes first thing in the morning and again just after dinner. After that the ladies could work without a.s.sistance for half a day.
It had been an exhausting day, and I hoped whoever I found in my hut wasn"t expecting much. Except for Annastashia, who was regarded as Vladimir"s property (or vice-versa), the ladies-in-waiting had apparently decided to share me equally, with Krystyana somehow being more equal than the other three. I never had anything to do with it and I never knew who I"d be sleeping with that night. But I never asked questions because when you"re in pig heaven, you don"t want to make waves in the mud.
A few mornings later, there was a lot of shouting by the trail, so I went down to see.
Vladimir, in full armor, was on his horse and leading two others that I recognized as being my own pack animals. Loaded on them were a lot of my steel tools and two dead bodies, former workers of mine.
I ran over to his left side. "Vladimir! What happened?"
"They stole your horses and property. I went to them," he said in a quiet, strained way.
I was suddenly furious. "G.o.d d.a.m.n you for a murderous b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You killed two men over a couple of lousy tools?"
He stared at me, his face white and strained. "No. I killed them for putting an axe into my side. Now help me down."
He leaned toward me and I caught him around the waist. My hand was b.l.o.o.d.y and there was blood running down his right leg, filling his boot. I eased him down on the ground and started shouting at people. "You! Run and get my medical kit.
One of the ladies can show you where it is."
"You! I need a bucket of clean water."
"You! Get Krystyana. Tell her to bring all her clean napkins."
"Stupid of me," Vladimir said. "I didn"t realize that there were two of them. I had the one at swordpoint when the other struck me down before I knew he was there. He struck me from behind, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but then I suppose you can"t expect honor among thieves."
"We"re going to have to get that armor off you. I think I should cut it off."
"Cut my armor? Not b.l.o.o.d.y likely! It"s worth a fortune! My father had to save to buy it. Here! You peasants! Sit me up."
We had to pull his hauberk off over his head and lifting his right arm must have caused him a lot of pain. I saw his eyes bulge and his jaws tighten, but he never cried out, or even publicly acknowledged the agony.
The leather gambezon laced up the front and was easier to remove. Under it was a remarkably feminine-looking embroidered shirt.
"Annastashia"s work. A pretty thing. I"m afraid I"ve ruined it," he said, referring to the blood.
The medical kit arrived and I went to work, washing down both the wound and my hands. It contained a bottle of white lightning, my only antiseptic.
"This is going to hurt a bit, Vlad. Would you like a shot of this stuff before I pour it on the wound? It might dull the pain a bit."
"Do what you must, Sir Conrad. As to drinking that devils brew of yours, well, I tried it once and I would prefer the pain of the wound to the pain of the medicine."
The crowd was getting bigger and pushing in on us. "Yashoo, get these people out of here. And do something about that," I said, gesturing toward the horses, tools, and dead bodies.
I had the wound clean by the time Krystyana got there. Annastashia was with her, almost hysterical but keeping it in.
"Krystyana, your sewing is better than mine. Why don"t you st.i.tch him up? Two of his floating ribs are broken and the wound is pretty deep, but it didn"t cut an artery and I don"t think it penetrated to the stomach cavity."
"Annastashia, why don"t you hold his head up? He looks uncomfortable."
So our gallant ladies took over, and I stood back.
After sewing him up, Krystyana put a hefty pad of peat-bog moss over the wound.
The girls swore the stuff had antiseptic properties, and their mothers agreed with hem. I"d long since used up everything in my original first-aid kit, so falling back on folk medicine was the only thing I could do. I suppose there was some truth to their beliefs, since we rarely had problems with infections...
This was not the brown peat moss that is sold in modern garden supply shops, but the green plant itself, cut while alive and dried. Peat-bog moss was remarkably absorbent, more so than a paper towel, and it absorbed odors as well as moisture. Besides using it to bandage wounds, the ladies used it as a disposable diaper as well as for menstrual pads.
Thinking about it, peat-bog moss doesn"t rot. That"s why you get peat bogs in the first place. The new generations just grow on top of the old. Maybe killing off decay organisms with some natural antiseptic leaves more nutrients available to the young. Anyway, it worked.
Yashoo came up.
"The horses are taken care of, the tools are in the shed, and Sir Vladimir"s property is back in his hut except for his byrnie. I took that to the blacksmith for repair. But what do I do with two dead bodies?"
"Bury them, I suppose. I guess we should get the priest."
"For a couple of thieves who tried to murder good Sir Vladimir? Why, no priest would let them be buried on hallowed ground, even if there was any around here."
"What about their families?" I asked.
"Those two were bachelors. Never heard them mention any kin."
"Then get twelve men, take the bodies far into the woods and bury them. Best do it now."
"Yes, sir. We won"t mark the graves either."
That evening, I was still feeling guilty about shouting at Sir Vladimir when he was wounded. When I visited him, all of the ladies were tending him in a style that Count Lambert would have envied.
"Sir Conrad, have you set a guard for the night?"
"Yes, there will be two men with axes awake all night. Look, about what I said when you rode in this morning--"
"Think nothing of it, Sir Conrad. You had a perfect right to be angry."
"I did?"
"Of course. Not only had I killed two of your men without your permission, but in so doing, to a certain extent I had usurped your right to justice. In truth, I only defended myself, but you couldn"t know that at the time."
"Well, thank you for forgiving me."
"I said it"s nothing. But if you want to do something in return, I ask a favor."
"Name it."
"Listen to my advice and heed it. I haven"t said anything so far because these are your lands and you are lord here. Your ways are strange and eldritch, but that"s your business. But what you"ve been doing with these peasants is so stupid that I just have to speak out!"
"But-what have I done to the workers?"
"Nothing! That"s the problem! It is one thing to hire work done in a city or on another lord"s lands. That"s common and proper. But you have taken whole families onto your lands and worked them and promised them nothing but money!"
"Can you wonder why those two men this morning felt no loyalty toward you?
You"d given them no place here! You treated them like lackeys to be hired for a job and then to be cast off."
"All these buildings you are putting up. Who is going to live in them?"
"Well, I figured I"d hire-"
"You"d hire. What"s wrong with the men you"ve already got?"
"Well, nothing. But what should I do?"
"Do? Why, swear them to you, of course!"