As we rode toward the city gates, I was patting myself on the back for a job well done. Then a rock the size of my fist slammed into the side Of my helmet. I was stunned, tried briefly to stay in the saddle, then fell to the ground.
I wasn"t quite unconscious, and could hear the shouting around me. Krystyana and Annastashia were holding my head up, and vision was starting to return.
Tadaos had strung his bow and had shot two men through the arm, pinning them to a tree. Sir Vladimir and Anna were out rounding up the rest of our a.s.sailants.
It was all over by the time I had regained my feet.
"Sir Vladimir, what was that all about?"
"Those are the men who once worked the ferryboat. They say that they did you no harm, but that you have deprived them of their livelihoods, and now they will starve, along with their families. I think they might have justice on their side, though perhaps their anger might better have been directed at the boatmaster, for you only talked about harming them, but the boatmaster actually carried the deed out."
"I didn"t hurt anybody. I just-oh h.e.l.l, Bring them here."
Sir Vladimir herded over a very bashed group of men. Most were bleeding from wounds or contusions.
"You were sort of rough on them " I said.
"I killed none and thought myself lenient," Sir Vladimir said .
"I suppose you did. You men! Why did you attack us?"
One of them was nudged forward by the others. "You was the one what told the boatmaster to build that thing! Now no one will ever hire a ferryboat man. Not ever again!"
"That"s only to be expected," I said. "Technology often causes slight social and economic readjustments. But the net results will be very beneficial for this city and for our country."
"Whatever you said, I still don"t have no food in the house! Before you opened your mouth, things were going good for me, and for these men here!" There were nods and gestures of agreement from the other men "Then find some other line of work. There must be hundreds of things that need doing in Cracow."
"There is if you have an uncle who"s a master in a guild! But there ain"t no guilds on the river, and there"s no way they"ll let us work in Cracow."
"Are you telling me that you have all tried to get honest work in the city and you"ve all been rejected?"
"Not all of us. Some of us are smart enough to know what"d happen. But a lot of us have tried, for all the good it"s done us."
"All right, then. There"s plenty of work to be done at Three Walls. It"s about two days walk west of here. Take Count Lambert"s trail to Sir Miesko"s manor. He"ll give you directions from there. Tell Yashoo that I said that ferryboat men are to be hired at the usual rate."
They still looked disgruntled, but the crowd broke up. Before the end of the year, I ended up hiring twenty-six ferryboat men. Or men who said that they were ferryboat men. It wasn"t as though there were any records that I could check.
More mouths to feed.
Sir Vladimir wanted to proceed directly to Wawel Castle and I told him to take the girls there. I"d be along later. I had to go see Father Ignacy at the Franciscan monastery. There was a little matter of my confession concerning the man I had murdered in the cave in the Beskids.
Four days went by before I could get our party back on the road. At that, it took a direct summons from Count Lambert to get them moving. I suppose that I could have been more a.s.sertive, but I wasn"t looking forward to facing my liege lord.
Sir Vladimir insisted on taking an alternate trail back, one that was slightly longer, but had the advantage that the Crossmen rarely used it. Until the judicial combat was agreed upon, there was no telling just what they might do. It was best to avoid them.
This route took us by one of the strangest terrain features in Poland. In the midst of the wet, north European Plain, there is a desert.
The Bledowska Desert is about twenty square miles of shifting, windblown sand, and blistering hot in the summer. Fortunately, our route only skirted one corner of it, but even so it was a trial.
"What makes it like this?" Annastashia said.
"Some trick of the winds I suppose, my love. Sir Conrad, do you know anything of it?" Sir Vladimir said.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe something about the way the hills around here are shaped. This area gets very little rainfall."
"They say it never rains here at all!"
"I can believe it."
"Why would G.o.d make such a horrid place?" Krystyana asked.
"How should I know why G.o.d does anything? Even so, this area could be useful.
It would make a good place to store grain," I said.
"I think it"s a waste of s.p.a.ce," Krystyana answered.
That evening, we stayed at the manor of Sir Vladimir"s cousin Sir Augustyn, and his wife. They were a quiet, phlegmatic couple who talked little and went to bed early. A relief after Cracow.
The next day we were in Okoitz.
Count Lambert wasn"t as angry as I had expected him to be. His reaction was more of the "my child, how could you have gone so wrong" sort of thing, which was even harder to take.
"You know that by your actions, you have killed yourself. All the things we"d planned together will come to nothing. All these mills and factories will halt without your guiding hand. And the mission that brought you to Poland at the bequest of Prester John, that too must end in failure."
Count Lambert had become convinced that I was an emissary from the mythical king Prester John. My oath to Father Ignacy was such that I couldn"t talk about my origins, so I couldn"t set him straight.
"It"s not as bad as all that, my lord. Even if I do get killed, what we"ve started here will continue to grow. Vitold understands the mill as well as I do, and the Florentine knows more about cloth than me."
"Perhaps, Sir Conrad, but you are the fire behind all of them. Even if we do prosper without you, it won"t last. If you"re right about the Mongols" coming, and you"ve been right about everything else, this town and the rest of Poland will be burned to the ground in eight years. With all the people dead, what use are factories and mills?"
"The Mongols are a problem, my lord, but at least now you have been warned.
Something can still be done -Anyway, I"m not going to lose the trial with the Crossman. I"m going to win. I"ve won every fight I"ve been through in this land, and I see no reason why I should stop doing that."
"Your confidence only exposes your ignorance, Sir Conrad. Killing highwaymen and unsuspecting guards is one thing. Going up against a professional killer is quite another. Truth is, you won"t even make a good showing. I"ve seen your inept lancework."
"You"ve never seen a champion in action, and perhaps you should. A trial by combat is to be held on the first of next month at Bytom, a day north of here. It"s just over an inheritance, so it won"t be to the death, but it"ll give you an idea of what you"re up against."
"Very well, my lord, I"ll go."
"Good. Sometimes you can get one of the champions to give you some lessons, for a price. Speaking of which, I have some new orders for you. Sir Vladimir seems to have attached himself to you, and he"s one of the best lancemen in Little Poland.
From today onward, until your trial, you will work out with him every day for at least three hours. That"s on horseback and with the lance. You"ll never become good enough to win, but at least you won"t die in quite so embarra.s.sing a manner."
Little Poland is the hilly area around Cracow, as opposed to Big Poland, the plains area farther north and west.
"As you wish, my lord. I"d intended to practice the fight. But tell me, was the cloth I requested sent Three Walls?"
"It was, and I haven"t taken payment for it yet. I wanted to discuss the matter with you. We made a wager on whether or not your windmill would work. Well, you won. And you weren"t interested in betting double or nothing on your second windmill."
"My lord, would you want Duke Henryk to be owing you a vast sum of money?"
"Hmmm. I can see your point. It would be awkward, wouldn"t it. Very well. What say you to taking that cloth as payment for my debt?"
"if you think the price is fair, it"s fine by me, my lord."
"Hmmm. Well. Then how if I threw in twelve more bolts?"
The bolts of cloth were huge, a yard high and two yards wide. And cloth was very expensive in the thirteenth century. "I would think that you were being very generous, my lord."
"Then we"ll call the matter settled. Pick out the cloth you want and have it sent to your lands on my mules. And perhaps I"m not really being so generous. After all, I am your liege-lord and, you have no heir. Once you"re dead, all of your property escheats to me. Then too, even though I"ve sent my va.s.sals their half of the fabric in return for their wool and flax, I have more cloth than I can sell, now that your factory is working."
"Haven"t merchants been coming around to buy it, my lord?"
"Not as many as I had hoped. Many come looking to buy wool and go away with their mules unloaded. But few come to buy cloth."
"Perhaps you should consider setting up a sales organization."
"A what? Well, no matter. We can discuss it in the evening. For now, I want to tour the factory with you."
Count Lambert had about a hundred fifty knights, most of whom had manors of their own. To "man" his factory, he had asked each of his knights to send him a peasant girl or two, and each of the girls was to be paid for her work in cloth, giving her a full hope chest.
The knights, knowing their lord"s preferences with regards to attractive young ladies, had each sent the loveliest women available, usually the prettiest unmarried girl in a whole village. For a girl to be unmarried in that culture, she had to be in her very early teens.
And rather than risk embarra.s.sment for the lady and annoyance for their liege lord, they had all explained the customs of Okoitz to the girls to be sent, so that any not so inclined could bow out gracefully and another sent in her place.
It was a hot day and there was no nudity taboo in thirteenth century Poland.
Many of the girls were scantily clothed and no few of them were completely nude.
That factory was like a scene from an Italian science fiction movie.
It was hard to keep my mind on the machinery. It was hard to keep my mind at all, let alone even notice the machinery.
Count Lambert was wallowing in all the beauty like a pig in mud. He wandered around, patting a b.u.t.t here, pinching a t.i.t there and smiling and flirting all the while. The girls seemed thrilled by all the attention from so high a personage, and many were actually competing for their share of caresses.
Once Count Lambert made it known that I was the favored va.s.sal responsible for the factory and mill, I got my share of the attention, too. Distracting, but vastly enjoyable!
There were a dozen looms on the factory"s third floor. Each was set up to make a different sort of cloth, from heavy tweed to a very fine linen. Vitold had outdone himself with the fine-linen loom, taking wooden machinery farther than I would have thought possible.
It was sort of the way the printing done by Gutenberg was some of the best ever done, and the way the machining on a prototype is often so much better than that on a production item. When a craftsman knows that he is breaking new ground, he puts his soul into his work. And it shows.
The cloth that loom turned out was pretty impressive as well. It was strong and light and looked like thin nylon even though it was really linen.
"This stuff is incredible!" I said. The naked operators stopped their work and crowded around. It was hot on the third floor, but I suspect that the real reason for their nudity was that they got more petting that way. I couldn"t resist putting an arm around a redhead.
"It is good, isn"t it," Count Lambert said with a girl in each arm and a young breast in each hand.
"Good? It"s so sheer that you could make a kite out of it!"
"And what might a kite be?"
"A kite, my lord? Well, it"s a thing made out of sticks and, I suppose, this cloth. It flies."
Count Lambert suddenly lost all interest in the ladies he"d been fondling. The sparkle faded from their eyes. "You mean that it were possible for a man to build a thing that flies?"
"Of course, my lord. I could make you a kite this very afternoon. I simply never thought that you would want such a thing. And there are many things that fly.
Aircraft, balloons, helicopters, rockets, dirigibles, and what not."
"These others we must discuss, but later. For now I want you to immediately build me this kite thing."
"Yes, my lord. Uh, there is the matter of the fighting practice you ordered."
"Forget about that for now. After all, you"re going to die anyway, and I want as many of your devices saved as possible."
So on that cheery note, I went out and flew a kite.
Vitold was pulled from supervising the construction of the second windmill to give me "every possible a.s.sistance. " I told him to lend me a junior carpenter and sent him back to work.
I took a yard of the fine linen cloth and put Krystyana and Annastashia, good seamstresses both, to work cutting and sewing. It was done in an hour, and we gave it a thin coating of linseed oil. We set the finished kite up in the sun to polymerize the oil, then had a few rounds of beer.
It was a simple, traditional diamond-shaped kite, and there was enough of a breeze to fly it right out of the bailey. I no sooner had it airborne than Count Lambert was there. By the time twenty yards of string was out, he"d taken it out of my hands like an impetuous child, and was playing with it himself.
"That a man could build a thing that could fly!"
"Of course, my lord. You saw us make it. It"s a simple enough thing. This is probably the simplest design, though there are many others."
"Then I must have them! Sir Conrad, could you stay on a bit past your usual two days?"
"If you wish, my lord."
"Earlier today, you mentioned the cloth I was to have. Do you suppose that I could have a few tons of thread and yam as well? I"d like my people to have knitted underwear as well as decent top clothes."
"What?" The count was clearly distracted. "Oh, yes. Those marvelous knots you showed my ladies last winter. Take six tons, a dozen tons if you want it."
I took it. In fact, I sent it along with the cloth to Three Walls within the hour. This forced the muleteers to camp out that night, but that was better than to give Count Lambert the chance to regret his generosity.
In making and flying that kite, it was as though I had created the wonder of the world. People who had been indifferent to my mills and factories were astounded by a simple child"s toy. In the course of the next week, I made box kites, Rondalero kites, French war kites, and even a monstrous Chinese dragon kite.
Kite-flying became the big game on campus, and grown men, professional warriors and leaders, were soon ignoring their hawks and hunts and flying kites.
The fad spread across Poland-within a year across Europe -and the mill couldn"t keep up with the demand for Count Lambert"s Finest. Prices on that linen cloth soared, and merchants who came to buy it often bought other varieties of fabric as well. By spring, the factory was selling every yard it could make, all because of a silly kite-flying fad.
At least they didn"t name it after me.
That night at dinner, Count Lambert was glorying in a thick slice of watermelon. I was sure that watermelon didn"t come from the New World, but somehow no one from Poland had ever heard of it. "And to think, Sir Conrad, you gave this marvelous stuff to a peasant!"