And my people didn"t get along with his. There had already been two knockdown fistfights. and another incident where knives had been drawn before the men involved were pulled apart. And it wasn"t all a matter of the rich settlers molesting the poor refugees. That d.a.m.n raghead had no business grabbing a married woman, even if she did walk into the shower room naked at the wrong time of the day!
If this went on, somebody was going to get killed.
On the morning before their scheduled departure, Zoltan approached me with the idea of his people feasting some of mine. His Moslems would cook the food and provide the entertainment for, say, forty of my best men. It seems that among his people, a proper feast was for the men only. Women and children ate later from the table sc.r.a.ps.
Well, okay. It was my food they would be serving, but I could see where it was intended to be a goodwill gesture. If there was to be entertainment, fine. Aside from rare bands of minstrels and clowns, in the Middle Ages, entertainment was what you did on your own. Variety would be welcome. I said we would hold it that evening in the living room of my apartment.
Chapter Eleven.
FROM THE DIARY OF PIOTR KULCZYNSKI.
When I returned to Three Walls, I found strange things there. A band of foreigners had been invited temporarily within, and a notice had been posted restricting the baths to them during certain hours of the day.
I discussed this with Yawalda, whose friends.h.i.+p I had been cultivating in part because of her friends.h.i.+p with my love Krystyana. Also, she is in charge of the stables, and takes very good care of my horse. It seemed that the men all wrapped their heads in towels, and were embarra.s.sed if any saw them without such strange garb. The women always kept their faces covered, even around other women. They had been invited in because Sir Conrad had taken pity on them, but they would soon be forced to leave.
But Yawalda had another far more interesting piece-of news, and she swore me to secrecy before she would talk of it. They weren"t sure yet, but it looked as if Krystyana was with child!
Sir Conrad"s ladies had long been using a method of preventing this taught them by Lady Richeza and known as the rhythm method. Yet it appears that not all of G.o.d"s children have this rhythm, for Krystyana had missed her time. This excited me, for now she would have to be married or be called strumpet! If Sir Conrad would not have her, and he had often said that he would not, then perhaps at last my suit would be considered! I might yet win out and marry my love!
I was thus in a wild mood when word came to me that I was invited to Sir Conrad"s apartment in an hour"s time for an evening"s entertainment! But my first hopes were soon shattered, as it was to be given by the foreigners and was to be a men-only affair.
I came dressed in my best, which was quite good now that I could afford such things, and of course I wore the beautiful sword and dagger I had won in combating the Castilians.
I soon found myself sitting uncomfortably on a cus.h.i.+on, with Sir Conrad to my right and Ilya to my left in Sir Conrad"s great hall, or living room, as he insists on calling it. This large room takes up the entire top floor of the place, is fully eighteen yards to the side and is above any other room in the whole building, the floor being higher than the adjacent rooftops.
The ceiling is more than twice that which is usual at Three Walls, which is tall in itself. There are no velvets or tapestries hanging, yet the room has a certain rude splendor to it. I know for a fact that Sir Conrad had originally planned something far more modest, for I was there when Sir Vladimir insisted that it was occasionally necessary to impress a n.o.ble guest and Sir Conrad went along with him.
The west wall is done in rude limestone blocks, and those of the north and south are in rough timber, the slabs of wood each a yard wide. The ceiling is supported by other huge logs and the east wall is the raw natural face of a limestone cliff. Into this solid rock is cut a fireplace big enough for twenty men to stand, had the fire been out. Now it was roaring high. Yet for all its roughness, the hall had a certain vibrant strength about it that suited Sir Conrad"s character.
Three foreigners were playing musical instruments that I recognized as coming from our own band, but their manner of playing was extremely odd. They were far out of tune, and the music had a strange sliding quality that I disliked at first, but eventually started to enjoy.
The leader of the foreigners, their zoltan, introduced each of his men to Sir Conrad and the rest of us. Their names were all so strange to me that I could not remember a single one of them, but he gave their t.i.tles in Polish as well. This one was a master tanner and that was a master goldsmith. There were swordsmiths, pottery-makers, armorers, jewelers, leatherworkers, astrologers, bootmakers, gla.s.sblowers, and dozens of other trades mentioned, as well as some that had no word for them in Polish. And all of these men claimed to be masters of their crafts, which I took with a bit of mustard, as the saying goes. If I was in a strange land, I might claim to be a master as well, for who could catch me at it?
Sir Conrad followed suit, introducing all of his men present. Since I was by his side, he introduced me first, and the zoltan translated this into whatever language they spoke. I felt obliged to stand, as one would at a Christian banquet, but in so doing I nearly fell over. After sitting in such an unnatural position, all sensation had left my legs!
Sir Conrad said that the rest should remain seated, and continued around to Sir Vladimir, who should by rights have been first, being the only other n.o.bleman present, but Sir Conrad often puts the last first and vice versa. Myself, I think it part of his philosophy.
Food was served after the introductions were finished, with men doing the serving rather than women, and while I knew that all of it had come from our larders here at Three Walls, much about it was strange. There were noodles that were as tiny as grains of wheat, and a sauce on the mutton that was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I thought that it might have been some foreign spicing, yet Yawalda had said that these people had come to us with absolutely nothing but the rags on their bodies. It remains a mystery to me.
We ate with bra.s.s spoons and the forks that Sir Conrad had shown us the use of, but the foreigners, being of course uncivilized, ate with their hands, and only with their right hands, I noticed. I heard later that this was because they wiped their privy parts with their left hands, not having learned the use-of hay b.a.l.l.s, or apparently, wash stands.
The zoltan stood and made a speech in his barely understandable Polish. He said that he was thankful for our generosity to his people, and thanked Sir Conrad publicly for the food and clothing he had given so freely. Our lord would be remembered in their prayers, even if we did call G.o.d by a different name than they did.
Sir Conrad made a speech in return, but I thought he wasn"t very sincere about it. He said that he regretted the necessity of their departure, but that each might take with him as much food as he could carry, and there would be a parting gift of a hundred sheep, which he asked that they not slaughter until they had left Count Lambert"s lands, because of that lord"s laws regarding ewes.
The zoltan then announced that as part of the entertainment, his daughter would dance for us.
The music was stately at first, or as stately as that slippery foreign stuff ever gets.
A woman came up the steps wearing one of the huge garments favored by these people. Word was they dressed that way to cheat Sir Conrad out of more cloth, for I"m sure that clothing them took six times what he had expected. She was covered from head to foot,- and even her face was heavily veiled.
After a time, the music became quicker, and she threw off her face veil, revealing a lovely face and huge green eyes. She tossed the veil at Sir Conrad"s feet, for he like the rest of us had stretched out to relieve the cramps in his legs.
At my side, Ilya said, "I know that girl! Been talking with her for two weeks. Met her in the dining room."
"Why does she bother with you?" I asked.
"Because she"s very discriminating! Also because I"m mature enough to talk without pawing her body every chance I get like a young buck would."
"How were you talking then? I thought that none of these people could speak Polish."
"That"s mostly what we"ve been doing. Teaching her how to talk. I think there"s a fellow from the night s.h.i.+ft that"s been helping her during the day."
"So the relations.h.i.+p has been purely platonic?"
"Naw, we didn"t talk no philosophy. Just what words mean."
The tempo of the music increased again, and the speed of the dance with it. The girl took off her outer garment, revealing a more form-fitting one underneath. Her long black hair was flowing free.
"Not a bad body," Ilya said. "If I"d have known what was under that tent two weeks ago, maybe I would have done some pawing."
I nodded, but was too interested in the dance to speak.
Again the tempo quickened and again the dance became faster. Her blouse was thrown to Sir Conrad"s feet, revealing a thing of straps that covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She was a remarkable beauty, far more attractive than any that I have ever seen in my life, and I tour the Pink Dragon Inns monthly as part of my job. Those inns are reputed to have the most beautiful waitresses in the world!
Again it became faster, and she was stripped to the belly, wearing only a long thin skirt that had many slashes from hem to belt. Not an eye in the room was on anything else but this incredible apparition. At least I can"t imagine that anyone was looking anyplace else, though I didn"t waste the time to check! She was moving her hips in an incredibly rapid fas.h.i.+on that sent ripples down her skirt. I wouldn"t have thought it possible for a woman to move so, yet there it was.
And again the music became impossibly faster, and somehow the dance quickened with it. She was totally nude now, and there was not a hair on her body below the neck. Her privy parts were as smooth as a baby"s.
"See how smooth she"s shaven!" Ilya said. "These people must make some d.a.m.n fine steel!"
I didn"t bother even to nod, so entranced was I with her dance. Then suddenly the music stopped, and the girl was lying at Sir Conrad"s feet, the sweat glistening on her body.
The room was silent for a moment, for we were all dumbstruck. Then the room erupted with applause that vibrated the walls and must have been heard halfway to Sir Miesko"s. But the girl never moved.
The cheering went on for a long while, but finally the zoltan stood with his arms up and his palms out, and it became quiet.
"You like, yes?" he said.
Again there was great applause until it was stopped.
"And you, n.o.ble Sir Conrad. You like it also?"
"I liked it very much, Zoltan."
"This girl she is name Cilicia. She is my only daughter. She is my only family that is alive. But so great are your gifts to us, that we must give in return. I give her to you. She is your slave. Take her!"
Sir Conrad rocked unsteadily on his cus.h.i.+on. He paused before he said, "Zoltan, I thank you for this incredible intended generosity, but I can"t accept a slave. Slavery is illegal in Poland. Last year I fought a battle to make it so!"
"Nonetheless, n.o.ble Sir Conrad, it is so. This is a most obedient woman, and always she has done what I say. Now I tell her obey only you, and she will obey me in that, though it be my last word to her."
"I"m sorry, but I may not break the law. I cannot accept a slave."
The zoltan came close to Sir Conrad, bent over and spoke privately. Since I was sitting at my lord"s side, I think that I was the only other man to hear what was said.
"Please, Sir Conrad. We are now in the far north and winter is soon. We have no place to live and soon we will all be dead. I do not blame you for this. You have done us much good and you have no obligation to support a band of homeless wanderers. But you were our absolute last hope, and now we must die. But please, as a father I beg you. Let my little girl live."
Sir Conrad paused a while. "Put that way, yes. I"ll take care of her."
"Thank you, my lord."
The zoltan stood and announced to the crowd, "The n.o.ble lord accepts my gift!"
The crowd cheered, but myself, I think that the zoltan didn"t want his followers to know the real reason for his generosity.
As the festivities broke up, I saw Sir Conrad return to his chamber, or bedroom he called it, with the girl under his arm. She was still naked.
The next morning at breakfast, the extra meal Sir Conrad insisted on serving, the talk was about nothing but the dance Cilicia had done the night before, and those of us who had been there were the center of attraction. The ladies were all envious, and Yawalda said she"d trade next year"s pay to have people talk about her as they did the foreigner.
"Cilicia will be staying with us," I said. "Get her to give you dancing lessons."
"I tell you in front of G.o.d that I will ask her!" she said.
"Good. I"d like to see all you women doing it. Myself, I think it was some kind of fertility dance, to induce a man to marriage. It"s certain that no woman pregnant could do it, or if she was, she wouldn"t be for long.
Maybe that"s the idea behind it, to show that a man"s getting unsullied goods."
"Unsullied!" Natalia shrieked in mock anger, and Yawalda threw a piece of bread at me.
I picked up the bread and kissed it, as is only proper, but also to reprove Yawalda for throwing it, for bread is in a way sacred. Then I put it back on the table and she, -of course, ate it.
"Well, the n.o.bles seem to want that sort of thing. A commoner must be content with what he can get."
I might have gotten more playful abuse, but Sir Conrad came in and signaled that he meant to speak to us all, so the room fell silent.
"A year ago I asked my merchant friend Boris Novacek to send me an alchemist, for we have need of a man with such skills here at Three Walls."
"Two weeks ago, Zoltan"s people arrived on that invitation. My thought at the time was that while we needed an alchemist, we did not need a hundred of them. Therefore I told them that they were welcome to stay for a while to rest from their journey, but after that they would have to leave."
"I did not then realize that all of the other men with him were masters at one craft or another. Many of them have skills that we do not. There is a gla.s.sblower in the group. If we can get him the proper tools and supplies, we could all soon be drinking our beer out of real gla.s.s vessels! We could have real gla.s.s in our windows and the church could have stained gla.s.s walls!"
"They have a papermaker. You probably don"t know what paper is. It is used as a sort of parchment, but it is a thousand times cheaper to make!"
"They have a porcelain-maker. Porcelain is like pottery, but much finer, and with many more colors than we now have."
"There are many other skills besides. I have talked with their leader Zoltan, and he has agreed to stay here with his people. Each of his masters will be taking on at least one young Polish apprentice. A list of the positions available will be posted in a few- days, and young men interested in possibly rapid promotion and pay are encouraged to make application through Natalia."
"Applicants must be approved by myself, Zoltan, and the master involved, but there will be at least three dozen of them now, and perhaps more later."
"These people are from a different culture than ours, and they have a different religion. They wors.h.i.+p the same G.o.d we do, but they do it in a different way. While I pray that someday they will come to Christ"s pure light, I have little hope of that happening soon. Until such time that it does, the discussion of religion with them is absolutely forbidden. If you want to be outlawed, all you have to do is get into a theological argument with one of Zoltan"s people. I hope I don"t have to prove to you how serious I am about this.
Converting them is a matter for the clergy, not for you!"
"Still, both Zoltan and I recognize the differences and frictions existing between our peoples. Because of this, we will be moving them out of Three Walls as soon as possible. Some of you know of the small valley just a half hour"s walk east of ours. It has a small stream, and should be suitable for a group of the size of Zoltan"s."
"If the weather holds, we will be able to build them suitable housing there before the ground freezes, and we will be transferring a few hundred sheep to them."
"Until that time, I shall be very rough on anyone who breaks the peace with them! With luck, we should have them out of here by Christmas. Cilicia will be staying with my household, to see if it is possible to convert one of them to Christianity."
Ilya choked down a laugh at the mention of Cilicia. Sir Conrad pointed a finger at him. "That sn.i.g.g.e.r just cost you a weeks" pay, Ilya! Natalia, make a note of it."
"That"s about it. Carpentry and masonry managers, from foremen up, will report to my office at zero six to discuss scheduling changes. Thank you."
Chapter Twelve.
FROM THE DIARY OF CONRAD SCHWARTZ.
Cilicia was the most beautiful woman I"d ever seen in my life, movie stars and the National Ballet included.
In the twentieth century, a woman who could dance that way would be in Hollywood if the Bolshoi didn"t kidnap her first.
Understand that the Polish girls around were mostly pretty, but then those that were available were all about fourteen years old, and at that age, they"re all pretty. It"s nature"s way of getting them married off. But the two truly outstanding women I"d met here were both foreigners, and I have a theory about that.
In a civilized country, people pick their mates for fairly impractical reasons. Is he witty? Do her hobbies and interests agree with mine? Does he dance well? And most important, is she pretty? Will my friends envy me because he"s so tall and handsome?
In all cultures, some people never marry, and often those who don"t meet the local standards of desirability are the ones who stay single. Over many centuries, this results in a selective breeding pressure toward people who are attractive and socially adept, but not necessarily intelligent, resourceful, or tough.
In a primitive culture, people have to be more practical in their choice of lifetime partners. Can he provide me and my children with enough food for us to survive? Can she cook and sew and butcher an animal properly? Is he a good enough fighter to save us from our enemies?
Is she tough enough to defend our hut when I"m gone?
These aren"t matters of personal preference or social prestige, this is survival. If you pick wrong, it could hasten your death. It"s so important that in many cultures, the people directly involved aren"t allowed to choose for themselves. Older and supposedly wiser heads do that for them, and marriages are arranged by the parents.
This results in a selective-breeding pressure quite different from that of more civilized peoples. People might be more tough and self-reliant, but they are not more attractive. In fact, I suspect that you could take a good guess at how cultured a person"s ancestors were simply by seeing if he or she is attractive.
In the thirteenth century, Poland was only two centuries away from a primitive, tribal culture. It would take many more centuries to transform them into a more attractive if less tough people.