I put the men to cleaning up the mess, stowing the bodies on their horses and making a litter for the surviving guard.
The Pruthenian children spoke a language that was just beyond the edge of intelligibility. It was a little like the Kashubian tongue spoken by a minority group in modem Poland. But not quite.
Two knights approached. "Sir Vladimir!" I shouted. "Welcome back. Where have you been?"
"I was trying to get the last two, but I only bagged one, and he needs a priest. You are ready? I think we should go back to Sir Miesko"s manor."
The guard next to Vladimir was in the saddle but unconscious. His stomach had been ripped open and contents of his small intestine was dribbling down his leg, mixed with blood. There was nothing I could do for the poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Even with a competent doctor and a modern hospital, it would be touch and go.
"Yes, Sir Miesko"s would be best. Mount up! We"re going west!" I cried.
We left the gutted guard in the saddle, since taking him down would be doing him no favor. He needed speed, for there was no comfort. The girls had been silent, frightened since the fight started. As we went slowly back, they stationed themselves on either side of the gutted guard, keeping him upright and soiling their dresses with his blood.
I went to Vladimir"s side. "You saved my life, Sir Vladimir. I"m grateful."
"Think nothing of it. But tell me, all these arms and armor and goods. Do we own that now?"
"I don"t know. Maybe. We"ll ask Sir Miesko. He was once a clerk and knows something of the law."
"Please don"t think that I"m criticizing, but why did you go after those last two guards? They were running away and wouldn"t have hurt us."
"Why? To kill them, of course! Had I gotten the last one, perhaps no one would hear of this bit of work. We could have dispatched the peasants and taken the caravan to Constantinople ourselves, with no one the wiser. As matters stand, if Count Lambert doesn"t hang us, the Knights of the Cross will."
"Incidentally, why didn"t you come to my aid with those last two Crossmen? Your horse can outrace a windstorm. We could have gotten the last one and wouldn"t be outlaws. But perhaps we can sell much of this loot quickly and go to France.
I"ve heard lovely things about France."
"And another point. Whatever prompted you to loot this caravan? Aren"t you wealthy enough already?"
This whole line of thinking was absolutely foreign to me.
"Wait a minute. I"m not an outlaw. I haven"t done anything wrong!"
"You haven"t done anything wrong? Attacking a caravan on your liege lord"s land wasn"t wrong? Killing a half dozen peaceful guards wasn"t wrong? Putting me into this awkward situation wasn"t wrong?"
"I"m sorry I got you into this and I"d be dead without your help, but the fact is that I never asked for it. You charged in of your own free will. I"m glad that you did, but I"m not responsible."
"As to the caravan and guards, they were abusing innocent children, whom we rescued. I am not ashamed of doing that."
"Children? You mean the slaves?"
"Ex-slaves," I said. "And I am not going to run off to France or any place else."
"You mean to stay? After breaking your oath to Count Lambert?"
"I never broke my oath! I swore to protect the people on Lambert"s lands. Well, those children are people. They are on Lambert"s land and they certainly needed protection. I did what was right."
He stared down and shook his head. "Oh, my. The cat"s been at the yam with this one!"
That evening at supper, we talked of the day"s adventures with Sir Miesko and his wife.
When we finished, Lady Richeza had tears in her eyes.
"Sir Conrad, we were so close! In another few years, the schools would all be running and..." She got up and ran out of the room.
Sir Miesko was shaking his head.
"Sir Conrad, if ever a man fell down an open garderobe, you"ve done it. You have affronted your liege lord, attacked the merchants, and declared personal war on the most powerful military force within a thousand miles. While you were at it, why didn"t you pee on the Pope? Then you"d have everybody at your hanging!"
"No, I think we did a thorough job of it," Sir Vladimir said. "After all, the Crossmen are a religious order with a papal sanction."
I ignored him.
"I still say that Sir Vladimir and I did no wrong."
"In Sir Vladimir"s case, you"re probably right. He"s likely in the clear, unless the Crossmen decide to get really vindictive, which they always might."
"It"s the doctrine of implied va.s.salage. See here. None of us present is liege to one another. But you are eating at my table and under my roof. If I were attacked at this moment, you would be obligated to come to my aid as though you were my va.s.sals."
"Furthermore, as my va.s.sals, you would not be responsible for any of my actions.
Now, as I understand it, Sir Vladimir has been traveling with you for some months, at your expense, so I would suppose that implied va.s.salage would apply."
"This implied va.s.salage is new to me," Vladimir said, "but it takes a weight off my mind. Tell me, does an implied va.s.sal have a share of any booty?"
"Yes," Miesko replied, "he does. But in this case there may or may not be booty.
Sir Conrad argues that the Crossmen were performing a criminal act, abusing children. In that case, the property of the criminals would be his, subject to his liege lord"s share."
"But the Crossmen will claim that Sir Conrad is the criminal, a highwayman who attacked a caravan, in which case a thief has no right to the property he stole."
"While you were washing up, I looked over that caravan, since it"s in my barns.
The mules belong to the farriers, and don"t enter into this, but the cargo belongs to the Crossmen and it"s rich. There are fourteen muleloads of prime northern furs and three of amber, Those slaves are worth six hundred pence each, and the arms, armor, and war-horses are all of the first quality. All told, it could easily be worth more than the booty Sir Conrad won last fall."
"Be that as it may," I said, "I didn"t do it for the money. I did it to save those children and I"m not sure what is to become of them. Can they be sent home?"
"Impossible. They no longer have homes or families . When the Crossmen take a heathen village, they kill every man, woman, and child, except for those few that might have value as slaves."
"Brutal b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. They remind me of another bunch of Germans I can think of. If I can"t send the kids home, I guess I"ll just have to take care of them myself. Sir Miesko, can you make arrangements for them to be sent to Three Walls?"
"Gladly. I wasn"t looking forward to feeding them. You understand that they are not to leave your lands until the whole matter is settled, though. You had best write a letter of explanation to your intendant, explaining matters."
"Yes," I said. "I"ll have to write one to Lambert as well."
"What? You"re not going to him directly?"
"If I did that, he might throw me in jail. Then who will go and get Tadaos out of that donjon?"
"Please understand that Lambert is my liege as well. I can"t let you leave without some surety."
"Lambert already has surety from me. Most of my money is in his vault."
"Hmmm. True. Well, go then and come back quickly."
"First thing in the morning. One last item. Can you recommend a good lawyer?"
"Lawyer? You don"t need a lawyer. Your case will never come before any court.
Any human court, anyway."
"What? Then what was all that legal talk about a while ago?"
"Oh, that was just my old clerkish training coming out again. See here, if you and I had a dispute, we could gather our arguments and take them before Count Lambert for settlement."
"Likewise, a dispute between Lambert and his brother could be taken before the duke. But Duke Henryk is va.s.sal to no man and the Crossmen are not va.s.sal to him. So there is no human court before which this dispute can come. It must be settled before G.o.d."
"You mean an ecclesiastical court?"
"Of course not! I mean a trial by combat. The Crossmen will send their best champion against you, and I"m afraid that you don"t have the slightest chance of winning."
Wonderful.
Much later, I sat alone by a smoky oil lamp with a sharpened goose-quill pen, a ram"s horn of ink, and some sheepskin parchment.
Dear Yashoo, This letter should be delivered to you along with the children that Sir Vladimir and I rescued today.
These poor victims of misfortune have been very badly treated. Their homes have been destroyed, their families murdered, and themselves enslaved by a band of foreigners called the Crossmen. They have been whipped and marched for hundreds of miles, with bleeding feet and b.l.o.o.d.y backs. They were to be -sold far to the south to satisfy the unnatural l.u.s.ts of the infidel Moslems, the same heathens who now hold the Holy Lands against all true Christians.
It is our Christian duty to care for these poor unfortunates. It will not be easy.
They do not speak Polish, and have never had the chance to learn of Christ"s pure teaching. We must adopt them, bring them into our homes, and give them the benefit of our religion and our love.
I ask each family to adopt at least one of these children, and treat them just as if they were their own flesh and blood.
They are to eat, with everyone else, at my expense.
They need clothing. I am writing my liege lord, Count Lambert, for cloth sufficient to clothe not only the children, but every man, woman, and child at Three Walls. This too will be at my own cost. There should be enough for two complete sets of clothes for everyone, one of linen and one of wool, for the winter.
When it arrives, see that it is distributed free to the ladies and put any surpluses in storage.
Read this letter to all the people at supper every evening for three days. I know that I can count on the good Christians of Three Walls to do their duty. I give you all my love, Conrad.
P.S. The affair with the Crossmen is not over. There may be some legal tricks that they may try, but don"t worry. We can not fail because G.o.d is on our side.
I read the letter over. It appealed to duty, family, and pity, as well as to religion and greed. If my ploy didn"t work, I"d demand my money back from that course in persuasive writing I once took. Next chance I got.
On to my Liege Lord Lambert, Count of Okoitz, on this Second day of August, 1232.
My Lord, Know that on this date I found one hundred forty-two very young people being severely oppressed on your lands.
They were chained neck to neck, whipped, and marched barefoot and naked for hundreds of miles by foreigners. Out of Christian pity and my oath to you, whereby I vowed to protect all the people on your lands, I rescued these oppressed people with Sir Vladimir"s valiant aid.
Polish arms were victorious, for G.o.d was on our side. We two of your va.s.sals dispatched four of the foreign knights, wounded two more, perhaps unto death and sent a seventh knight fleeing for the horizon.
Vast booty was taken, which Sir Miesko estimates to be as large as that taken last fall, when by the grace of G.o.d I cleaned your lands of the brigand, Sir Rheinburg.
This booty is now at Sir Miesko"s manor, awaiting future division, including your -rightful share.
The people rescued will be sent to my lands, to be cared for at my expense and, once healed of their sad wounds, to be put to some useful work, if they will it.
They are all quite young and most of the ladies are not yet budding, but they were all carefully selected to serve the lechery of Moorish princes and are remarkably comely. I think perhaps that in a year or two you might find dalliance at Three Walls to be profitable. Or perhaps some might want employment in the cloth mill, which I am building for you.
They were all naked when rescued, or nearly so and thus I have need of cloth for them, as well as for the other people on my lands. As a favor to me, could you please send wool cloth sufficient to clothe eight hundred people, and a like amount of linen, to Three Walls? Take whatever amount you deem fair for the cloth and transport from my coffer that is in your vault.
I wish that I could come to you at this time but a friend is in danger in Sacz and will die if I do not go immediately to his aid.
Sir, Miesko says that there will be some legal problems as a result of my actions, but I hold that slavery is an offense against G.o.d and that I did no wrong this day.
I shall return to you in a few weeks and place all my wealth as surety for that return.
I remain your loyal and trusting va.s.sal, Conrad P.S. By this time, the beehives I showed your carpenter the way of making should have attracted some bees. You might want to have your beekeeper survey all the hives and count those hives that are populated, to see how well I have served you in this manner. Please give my regards to all the fair ladies at the mill.
Conrad On rereading the letter, I could see that I was troweling it on pretty thick, but then Lambert wasn"t all that sophisticated. I"d put myself in the best possible light without actually telling a lie, I had reminded him of all my past services and appealed to his pride in arms (considerable), his greed (such of it that there was), his lechery (vast, but of a friendly sort), and even his sweet tooth.
Asking him to set his own price for the cloth was more flattery and was in fact the best way to get a low price out of him.
If words could get me out of this one, this letter should do it. I just might get myself out of the mess without a fight.
Yet I wasn"t really worried, though I didn"t know why. Maybe it was because the whole thing was so unreal. In the twentieth century, if I had rescued a hundred forty-two children, I"d be a big hero! I"d be in all the papers and on television and the president would pin a medal on me. Here, they were going to try and kill me.
I just couldn"t take the whole thing seriously.
But I was tired when I finally stumbled off to bed.
Chapter Ten.
Early the next morning, I read my letters to my party and to Sir Miesko"s family, since it was important that our stories were reasonably consistent.
Vladimir felt that I should add a bit more about his victories, so I added a few paragraphs in the margins praising his lancework and horsemanship to the skies.
Let him take all the glory. He deserved it and it didn"t mean much to me. All I cared about was getting the kids off safely.