"Fabulous wealth. He arrived here with a chest of gold and silver worth 120,000 silver pence!"
"Then ...then why does he stay in a back woods place like Silesia?" I asked around the bread in my mouth.
"Who knows why a wizard does what he does?"
"Ah, yes. I saw his wheels and loom. He"s a mighty wizard."
"Yet there"s no magic in those machines in the great hall. I"ve been over every inch of them and there"s naught there but boards and thread. They"re clever, mind you. d.a.m.ned clever. But they"re still just things of wool and wood."
"Indeed?" A wench refilled my bowl.
"Then there"s Conrad"s sword. It"s a skinny thing with but a single edge, yet with it Count Lambert-in front of a hundred witnesses took the head off a fully grown pig with a single blow; and when Conrad became angered with a blacksmith, he chopped the anvil in half."
"Well, I can sympathize with that," I said. "But you haven"t told me much about the man himself."
"I was coming to that." Bodan took another pull of beer. "He is huge and must duck his head to walk through that doorway. His hair is a dark blond and he wears it very short, inches above his shoulders. He has a proper moustache, but he shaves the rest of his face every day with a strange knife that never goes dull.
Mostly, he wears ordinary clothes, but sometimes he dons garments of a thin, eldritch cut, with hundreds of b.u.t.tons, clasps, and closures. There"s something odd about his boots, though I haven"t heard a good description of them."
"You mean you haven"t seen him yourself?"
"What? No. None of us have, except for Sir Stefan and the wenches. Looking forward to it, but all I"ve told you is hearsay. Oh, yes. Besides all else, Conrad"s a surgeon, a mathematician, and a great chess player. He beat Count Lambert for the first two dozen games they played and no one but he has beaten Lambert since. Ah. I"ve talked until my food got cold. You, girl! Throw this back into the pot and bring me more that"s goodly hot."
"Well, I know that foul warlock right well," Sir Stefan said. "Too well! I"ve served here since Christmas, almost every night from dusk to dawn without relief and I know the b.a.s.t.a.r.d for what he is."
"Dusk to dawn?" I said. "Long hours! Weren"t you to serve with Sir Miesko?"
"Sir Miesko took Conrad"s place in the service of a merchant, to do an errand for Count Lambert. Then Conrad bewitched Lambert with dreams of wealth and fame and spent his days building the warlock"s gear that you see in the hall and bailey. I was forced to stand guard seven nights a week and they were long cold nights!"
Sir Bodan said, "I"ve already shown that there"s no witchcraft in those looms."
"No witchcraft? Do you realize that Conrad used this very table we"re now eating from and drenched it with human blood!"
"I was there," Annastashia said quietly. "One of the men from the village was hurt while cutting down trees. His foot was all smashed. Sir Conrad had to cut it off and sew him up to save him."
"And that peasant was dead within a month! The witch"s rite didn"t help much!"
Stefan shouted.
"But, Sir Conrad was trying..."
"Shut up, wench!"
We were quiet for a bit, then Annastashia said softly, "I remember Sir Conrad at the funeral of a peasant child. He cried."
Chapter Two.
Two weeks slid pleasantly by. The weather was lovely; supplies of food and drink seemed inexhaustible; my fellow knights were excellent comrades; and the ladies, ah the ladies. I"d sampled them all by that point, but in the end I found that the best was at the beginning. I spent most of my nights with Annastashia. Well, my evenings at least, the graveyard shift being what it was.
Often Annastashia would come to me when I was on duty; sometimes we would talk and sometimes we simply held hands and watched the stars wheel by. I was quite taken by her, although of course nothing could come of it. For all her absurd status as a "lady in-waiting," she was a peasant and I was a knight and my parents were very ...traditional in their outlook. Yet ...yet I tried not to think about my departure from Okoitz.
I looked forward to meeting Sir Conrad with a mixture of joy at the arrival of a hero and of fear at the coming of a warlock; yet when I finally met him and got used to his astounding size, I found him to be the most courteous and pleasant knight that could possibly be.
He had a fine voice and he knew thousands of songs; except on request, I don"t think that he ever repeated himself. He could dance and recite poetry for hours.
The ladies insisted that we learn his polka and mazurka and waltz. Sometimes Conrad would hire a few peasant musicians and we danced and laughed into the night.
The warlocks of legend are all taciturn and secretive. Sir Conrad was eager to teach his skills to all comers, peasant and n.o.ble alike; I found his mechanic arts to be fascinating and in time I came to appreciate his reasons in the machines he planned, and even hoped that one day I would be able to imitate them.
Yet in some ways he was decidedly odd. The peasants had stopped c.o.c.k-fighting because "Conrad doesn"t like it." The winter before, when Sir Stefan had brought in a bear for baiting-that is, to be tied to a stake and be ripped apart by the castle dogs for sport--Conrad attempted to purchase the bear, slew it with a single stroke of his remarkable sword and ordered the hide to be tanned and the meat served for supper. He did not do this in sport. As he killed, they say, there was a look of great sadness on that n.o.ble face.
Then there was his att.i.tude toward children. Now, a normal man leaves children to the women until they are old enough to be human, but Conrad took great pleasure in their company, sometimes preferring it to that of his fellow knights.
He always took time to explain what he was doing and never lost his temper with them as he often did with adults. He paid the priest to teach them their letters and taught mathematics himself. Moreover, he made them toys and taught them new games and sports.
Conrad was an absolute master of the sword and soon he was teaching us regularly every afternoon. He disdained to use a shield, trusting only to his blade for blocking. Indeed, he had a low regard for the usefulness of armor! Yet he was absolutely ignorant of the use of the lance and was remarkably clumsy with one on horseback. Nor was he good with a bow, yet somehow these things only increased our affection for him; it was a joy to find that I was better than him at something!
Lastly, there was Krystyana. She was a wench from Okoitz who had traveled to Cieszyn with Conrad. It was obvious that she was hopelessly in love with him; and somehow, much of his charm and courtesy had rubbed off on her, but in a most feminine way. She had the bearing and grace of a fine n.o.blewoman to such an extent that none of the knights could treat her as a peasant girl, but accorded her the courtesies due to one of high rank.
Soon, some of the other "ladies-in-waiting" began to imitate her, my Annastashia among them. I found this charming- indeed, I found everything that Annastashia did to be charming!-but the other knights often reacted oddly. To tumble a village wench was one thing. To have intercourse with a n.o.blewoman was something else!
Eventually Count Lambert returned, and with almost royal company, for with him rode his liege lord, Duke Henryk the Bearded, and that lord"s son, young Prince Henryk, called the Pious. I was not privy to their conversations, but they stayed closeted with Sir Conrad for much of the afternoon.
The day after, there was to be a hunt and Count Lambert invited me to go. I am famed for my ability as a huntsman and perhaps Lambert had heard of this.
Perhaps also he did not know that I stood daily guard from matins to prime, but when your father"s liege lord invites you to hunt with his liege lord, you go!
So after duty, I went hunting rather than to bed. It was a good hunt and as Fortuna would have it, Sir Conrad took first blood on a winset. Being inept with the lance, he botched the job, only wounding the bison on the shoulder. Then he lost its trail entirely and even lost himself. In the end, I finished the animal and Count Lambert retrieved our crestfallen Sir Conrad.
I missed the feast that night, falling asleep in bed still in my armor, but I was up before matins and at my post at the proper time.
But within an hour, Sir Bodan relieved me and instructed me to attend Duke Henryk in his chamber.
I had never before had conversation with so high a personage and I was nervous as I knocked on his door.
"Come in, boy. Sit down and share a cup of wine with me." The duke was an ancient man, fully seventy years old. His face was lined and cracked and sunburned, his thick white hair brushed his wide shoulders and his huge white beard hung to below his finely tooled swordbelt. He was dressed all in purple velvet, heavily embroidered with fine gold wire.
Yet there was nothing foppish or feeble about him. His bearing was robust, his arms still powerful and his eyes ...his eyes knew all things.
"Thank you, your grace." I made a full Slavic bow to him, on my knees with my forehead to the floor.
"Up! Up child! No need for that nonsense when we"re alone. I told you to sit."
I sat and he filled a huge golden wine cup from a silver pitcher. He drank deeply and handed the cup to me took a pull as great as his and set the cup down empty.
"Good! You drink as well as your father. If you"re half the man he is, I"ll expect great things from you." He refilled the cup.
"I try, your grace."
"You try right well. I know it"s a hard thing to live up to, being the son of a great father. I remember him at the Battle of Fulnek. The Moravians had us outnumbered two to one, but Sir Jan led a charge that broke their line in half. It seems like yesterday ...He took their first knight with his lance, splitting shield, armor, and breast bone. He rode on with the Moravian"s shield still threaded on his lance and broke that lance on a second knight moments later, bashing him from the saddle to be trampled beneath our Polish chargers. Then he drew sword and cleared a swath through them as wide as he could reach, and his men behind him widened it. He broke their impetus and gave the rest of us time to regroup and charge the breach he"d made. We caught them on the flank, rolled them up like an old map, and the day was ours!"
"I heard he was sore wounded in that fight."
"Yes. It was before you were born, wasn"t it? I saw a filthy peasant put a spear under his byrnie and into his gut. For a long time I feared for Sir Jan"s life, but stamina and your mother"s nursing carried him through. You know, I marked that peasant and when he turned up among the prisoners, I let all the others go, but him I hung for his impudence!"
"Ali, you look so much like your father that you could almost pa.s.s for his twin, barring age. You have much of his skill-I missed your kill today but I saw the carca.s.s. A single thrust, straight to the heart, on an animal maddened by Sir Conrad"s clumsy blow."
"Your grace, I heard that Sir Conrad had never before been on a hunt."
"As did I-and that"s odd, isn"t it? A knight who could slay that almost invincible brigand, Sir Rheinburg, and singlehandedly wipe out his entire band; yet who never hunted an animal! Tell me, what do you think of him?"
"That"s hard to say, your grace. He"s such a mixture of things. Half hero and half child; half craftsman and half poet; half warlock and half saint! All I can say is that I like the man and that I trust him."
"Tell me, would you stay with him if you could?"
"Well ...yes, your grace, were it consistent with my duty and honor."
"So. You missed tonight"s feast..." I started to explain but he held up his hands. "I know you did right. It was your duty to be alert and on guard tonight; missing the festivities was the honorable thing to do. But know that during them, Count Lambert settled lands upon Sir Conrad. He leaves for them at dawn and I want you to go with him."
"But, your grace ...My duty here..." Dammit, I couldn"t tell him about Annastashia!
"Do not concern yourself. I will square matters with Lambert and your father."
"But what is it that you would have me do?"
"In truth, boy, I don"t know. I, too, am uncertain about Sir Conrad. He could be the greatest good that has ever happened to Poland, or he could be the greatest evil. I only know that I would feel better if he had a trustworthy knight beside him, to protect him from harm and...and to let me know anything that you think I should know."
"Then your desire is my command, your grace. I shall do my duty unto the death, if need be."
"I know you will, my son. The blood of your father runs strong in you. Mind you, this is a privy conversation. Not one word of it to anyone save your father. Now to sleep with you. There"s a long ride waiting at dawn."
So my stay at Okoitz was to be cut short and when next I saw Annastashia, she"d likely be a peasant"s wife with dirty children crawling around a smoky fire. I did not go straight to my room, but stopped in the great hall. The remains of the feast had not yet been cleaned up. I found a nearly full pitcher of wine, a cup, and a joint of cold meat. It suited my mood to eat and drink alone. Endings are such sad things.
The lauds bell struck as I stumbled into my room and dumped my armor on the floor. I got into bed and found Annastashia already there. In an instant we were crying in each other"s arms.
"Sir Vladimir," she bawled, "I don"t want to leave you."
So much for Duke Henryk"s secrecy, I thought. The girls always knew everything that was happening.
"And I don"t want to leave you, my love."
"Your love? You never called me your love."
"Perhaps because until this hour, I never realized how much I truly do love you."
"Oooowww! Don"t you see that that only makes it worse! I mean, why do we have to do what everybody else says? It isn"t fair! Why do I have to leave because Lambert says so? I don"t want to go anyplace else I"
"Wait a moment, love. It is I who must leave and you who must stay."
"But no! Lambert says that I must go with Sir Conrad."
I am sure that my laugh woke half the castle.
"And I shall accompany him as well!"
Our joy was such that we got no sleep that night. At dawn we were packed and ready in the bailey before Sir Conrad got there. When he arrived, he was in the company of Krystyana and three other ladies besides. Indeed, it seemed that he had picked those who were most gracious of manner.
"Well, Sir Conrad. It seems that our lord sends you out well provisioned."
"Indeed. He is most generous. But why are you saddled up?"
"I hoped to accompany you and help you guard these treasures."
"More treasures than you know, Sir Vladimir." Conrad slung a pair of small, heavy saddlebags over his horse and lashed them stoutly to the cantle. "Your presence is needed, and I hope you"ll come as my guest. It looks like I"m not the only one who needs you." He winked at Annastashia, for of course he knew of our relationship.
The girls felt obligated to cry at leaving their families and homes, and Annastashia joined them in this even though her parents had been dead for a year. But in an hour their tears were dry and the joy of adventure was on them.
Our company made a rich appearance on that clear morning. Conrad and I were in full armor on our chargers, our ladies well dressed on fine palfreys and we had three good mules loaded with provisions and clothing. Conrad took the lead with Krystyana at his side, so perforce Annastashia and I rode rear guard with the others between.
After a few hours, I said, "Annastashia, do you know where we are going?"
"Why, to Sir Conrad"s lands."
"But where are those?"
"Well, I suppose in that direction." She pointed forward.
I found this location to be inadequate, and questioned my love more closely. I was amazed to learn that not only had she not the slightest concept of geography, but that this was the first time since early childhood that she had been out of sight of Okoitz. Her blind faith in me and Sir Conrad was touching, but I feel best when I know what I"m about.
Our trail had been winding through a dense forest and the dangers of being taken unawares was such that I dared not leave my rear-guard post. But when we found ourselves among plowed fields, I spurred Witchfire to the head of the column.
"Sir Conrad, I would speak with you."
"You"ve picked a fine day for it. How can I help you?"
"You know that I missed the feast and did not hear Lambert"s settlement on you.
Where are we going?"
"That"s a very good question. When we started, I didn"t know myself. I"ve been worrying about it all morning. You see, I"ve been given a huge tract in the mountains south of here. There"s an old coal mine on it that I hope to reopen. But there"s not a building there, not so much as a shed, and we can hardly dump these girls in the middle of a forest."
"Lambert gave you lands but no people? How odd. Perhaps my father could supply a few dozen peasants."