"There"s more to the story than you"re telling."
"You are right. But that"s all of it that you"re going to hear. A man deserves some secrets."
They complained, but I wouldn"t say another word. Actually, Malenka had been a prost.i.tute and I"d hired her just to keep her from being used by a young friend of mine; it wouldn"t have been good for him just then.
She was very young and hungry-looking at the time, and I had to report to a new job. So I told her that she had to do honest work for the innkeeper for the three days that I had hired her. The upshot was that she married the innkeeper, my friend became a monk, and all three of them are very happy. Pretty fair mileage out of three silver pennies.
But to talk about it would only embarra.s.s Malenka, so I kept silent.
"They must have a lot of knights to guard all these walls," Annastashia said, as we rode again through the city.
"Not really, love," Sir Vladimir replied. "Down here in the city proper, they don"t use knights at all. The castle and Wawel Hill are guarded by the n.o.bility, but in an emergency the outer walls, gates, and towers are all guarded by the commoners."
"They do that?" Krystyana was scandalized.
"Most a.s.suredly. That tower over there would be defended by the haberdashers guild, and the gate we came in through was the responsibility of the butchers guild."
"You mean the man that saluted us when we came in was a butcher?"
Annastashia asked.
"No, no. I said "in an emergency." That fellow was hired by the city council to guard the gate. He and a few dozen others do that for a living. But he wasn"t a knight, either. At least I don"t think he was. Just a man at arms."
"I thought you had to be a knight to have armor and guard things," Krystyana said.
"Not at all," Sir Vladimir said. "Anyone who can afford it can have it, in Poland anyway. I"ve heard that in Germany and France it"s a little different, but that"s the way it is here. That only n.o.bility may stand guard is one of Count Lambert"s rules, which only apply at Okoitz. He says that it keeps his knights from getting lazy and supports their rights to all their special privileges."
"What special privileges?" Krystyana asked.
"Like not having to do manual labor," I said. There wasn"t much point in telling Krystyana that she was a was a special privilege.
"How about that tower over there?" Annastashia asked.
"The brewers guild, I think. Every guild has its tower or section of wall, except for the surgeons and the armorers. They"d have other duties if -the city was attacked," Sir Vladimir said.
"But who could possibly attack a city this huge?" Krystyana said.
"Well, n.o.body for hundreds of years has tried it. But that"s because it"s ready for war," Sir Vladimir said.
"Not ready enough," I said. "In eight and a half years, the Mongols will come and will burn this city to the ground."
They all looked at me aghast.
"Sir Conrad! Don"t say things like that!" Krystyana said.
"Yes, Sir Conrad. That"s hardly a thing to joke about!" Sir Vladimir added.
"I wish I were joking. But there"s nothing we can do about it fight now."
"I"m sure Sir Vladimir knows the tale, but have you ladies heard the story about King Krak, who killed the dragon and founded this city?"
"I"d heard it was a monster, but not necessarily a dragon," Sir Vladimir said.
"Then tell it your way."
"I shall."
He launched into a windy telling of the tale that almost got us to the castle gates.
"And it"s all true?" Krystyana said. "There really was a King Krak?"
"I could show you his burial mound. They named the city after him. What other proof can you need?" He said with a twinkle in his eye. He gave me a quick wink., There are these two huge prehistoric mounds in the area, but n.o.body ever found anything buried under them. The best guess is that they were used as defensive structures. Poland and the rest of the north European plain have" been inhabited, off and on, for at least a hundred eighty thousand years. A lot can happen in that time.
"And Princess Wanda really drowned herself in the river rather than marry the German prince?" Annastashia asked.
"I could show you her mound as well."
"And the monster"s cave is still under Wawel Hill?" Krystyana asked.
"It is. But the mouth of it was covered over hundreds of years ago and no one remembers where it"s at."
"Do you believe the story, Sir Conrad?" Annastashia asked.
"The way I heard it, Wanda turned Prince Rytygier down. He then got mad and invaded her country. Her armies defeated his, and in thanksgiving, she sacrificed herself to the G.o.ds. But far be it from me to contradict Sir Vladimir."
"G.o.d wouldn"t want anybody to do that!" Annastashia said.
"This was hundreds of years ago. We were pagans then. Pagan G.o.ds want a lot."
"Thank G.o.d we"re Christians," Krystyana said.
The last time I was in Cracow, they wouldn"t let me on Wawel Hill. This time the guards saluted us as we entered. The uniform gets them every time.
As we dismounted, a page ran up to me.
"Sir Conrad? The duke is expecting you. Please come with me."
This startled me, but I followed the kid. The castle had little in common with the one I remembered from the twentieth century. A lot would be torn down in the next seven hundred years and a whole lot more built. But every now and then I"d get the deja vu feeling and realize I was seeing a familiar landmark from a formerly impossible angle.
Duke Henryk"s chambers were straight out of a movie set, and his bearing and beard were as formidable as ever. I bowed low.
"Oh, stand up, boy! I"m too old to waste time on that nonsense. In private, anyway. They still make me do it in public. Better still, sit down. Now what"s this about your chopping up a Crossmen caravan?"
"They were abusing over a hundred children, your grace."
"They were transporting a consignment of Pruthenian slaves to the Greeks so the Greeks could sell them to the Moors. Go on."
I was trying not to sweat. "Yes, your grace. I tried to free the kids and the guards attacked me. Sir Vladimir came to my aid and we won."
"Two of you kicked s.h.i.t out of seven of them. I like that! How did Sir Vladimir do?"
"He killed three and wounded one more to the death, your grace."
"Ha! I knew that kid had his father"s blood in him! Four men in a fair fight!"
"More than fair, your grace. In the end, he was charged twice by two knights at the same time, and he still killed one of them."
"What! Two on one? The b.a.s.t.a.r.d Crossman never told me about that! Yeah, I"ve talked to him. He came through yesterday, still scared. Ha! You could smell the s.h.i.t on his britches. He said you"d killed all six of his comrades. What happened to the last one?"
"He lost his right arm, your grace, but I think I got to him in time. He"ll likely live.
He"s at Sir Miesko"s now."
"Ah, Miesko. He used to be my clerk before I knighted him...Well. d.a.m.n good fight, boy. But it"s still going to be the death of you."
"If the Pruthenians were on my border, I"d make peasants out of them d.a.m.n quick, but that sluggard the Duke of Mazovia couldn"t handle them, so the d.a.m.n fool invited in those Crossmen. He invited in the wolves to keep down the foxes!"
"Well, I don"t like them, but I"m not strong enough to beat them. And that"s what it would take for me to get you out of this mess you"ve made. A war. I can"t afford it and I couldn"t win it. So I"ve got to stand back and let them kill you. You hear me, boy? You"ll get no real help from me! The best I can do is to delay your trial a few months."
"I"d appreciate that, your grace. Maybe the horse will sing."
"Eh?"
"One of the Aesop"s fables, your grace. A man condemned to death asked the king not to kill him because he was the only man in the world who could teach a horse to sing. The king was skeptical, but gave the man a horse and a year to teach it.
The man"s friends asked him why he had done such a foolish thing. n.o.body could teach a horse to sing! The man answered, "True. But a lot can happen in a year.
The king may die. I may die. And maybe the horse will sing."" "I wish I had an education. d.a.m.n. A man comes to us from the far future and we go and kill him."
I was shocked. No one was supposed to know about that! "You know, your grace?"
"Yeah. I worked it out of your priest. Don"t be hard on him, though. I can be very persuasive."
"I can believe that, your grace."
"You"d better. Even so, he had a time convincing me. What finally turned me was when he showed me that parchment you gave him and I realized the wealth of your people."
"Parchment, your grace? You mean the paper money I gave him for a souvenir?"
"No, not the miniature paintings, although that was pretty impressive, too. Any people who would use works of art for their currency instead of silver must be truly cultured! But no, I mean the parchment a.r.s.ewipes you gave him."
Once, when we were walking north from Zakopane, Father Ignacy had gestured that he was going off to the bushes, presumably to relieve himself. I"d given him some toilet paper and he"d taken it without comment. I hadn"t thought of it since.
It appears that rather than using it, he"d kept it as a treasure from the future.
"The toilet paper?"
"That"s what he called it. People who can afford parchment to wipe their b.u.t.ts are richer than anyone in this century!"
"Your priest told me why he swore you to secrecy, and I have to agree with most of his reasons. You can count on me to keep my mouth shut."
"Look, boy, you don"t have much life left, so you get along and enjoy yourself. Tell the guard to send in the castellan. I"ll have him fix your party up with the best rooms available."
I bowed and the duke waved me out.
Whew! At first I thought the duke himself was going to kill me! And toilet paper is the most impressive artifact of modem civilization?
Chapter Eleven.
I returned to the courtyard to find that Sir Vladimir was having problems with the palace grooms. They didn"t know how we were to be treated.
"Relax, boys," I said to them, "the duke is giving us the red-carpet treatment."
"Sir? Do you mean red with blood?"
"I mean that he is giving us the best rooms in the palace, and you may a.s.sume that he means our mounts to be very well cared for as well."
"Ladies, Sir Vladimir, let"s tour a castle."
Sir Vladimir was thrilled that the duke had complimented his prowess and had me recite much of what was said word for word. Then he had me do it again in front of a dozen witnesses.
I played along with it. For a man like Sir Vladimir, peer approval is the most important thing in the world, what money is to Boris Novacek, or the Church is to Father Ignacy. I owed Sir Vladimir my life and a few moments of lip service was a small price to pay.
We were treated with considerable deference by everyone. Even those who outranked us crowded around. Barons and counts seemed eager to make our acquaintance. Word of the duke"s approval traveled quickly, and stories about me had been circulating for months. But I think that much of it was the morbid curiosity people have about a condemned man. Finally, one knight simply offered his quite sincere condolences and said that if there was anything he could do for me before the end, or even after it, he would be most happy to oblige.
"Thank you, sir," I said. "But why is everyone so convinced that I"m going to die?
We"re talking about a trial by combat, not an execution! It"s going to be a fair fight in front of witnesses. I"ve been in three fights in the last year-four, if you count that nonsense with the wh.o.r.emasters guild in Cieszyn. Most of them were against odds, yet I"ve hardly been wounded. I"m going to win this trial, I tell you."
The knight looked awkward, but Sir Vladimir said, "Sir Conrad, I"m afraid that you don"t seem to understand what you"re up against. You"ll be fighting a champion! A man who does little else but train for this sort of thing. The Crossmen have two of them, and each has killed more than thirty men in public trials and duels."
"Even so, I"d say you had a chance if the fight were strictly swords. But the rules are "arm yourself" and he"ll come at you with a lance. Sword against lance, you"d have no chance against even a poor lanceman. Lance against lance-Sir Conrad, I"ve seen your lancework and a plowman could do better. I"m afraid you have no hope at all."
"It"s as bad as that?"
"It"s worse than that, but I lack the skill to state it more strongly."
Meals were all served formally at Wawel Castle , with every lord seated by his lady in strict order of precedence. This put us pretty far down the line, but not quite at the bottom.
The food was well served and decorative enough, but not at all to my taste, mostly overprepared, overcooked, and overspiced. It was like something done by home economics students who were trying too hard.
But Sir Vladimir and the girls were happy, At supper, the duke publicly praised Sir Vladimir"s battle skills and insisted on hearing a blow-by-blow account from him. Sir Vladimir gave it in a very animated fashion, shouting battle cries, waving his arms, and praising himself in a way that would have been in very poor taste in the twentieth century.