"Do so." And I was dismissed.
Cilicia was not at all pleased at being lent out "like horse for rent," as she put it. I said that this was a custom of Okoitz, and one must conform to local customs, but she wasn"t convinced. I finally had to say that she could obey me or she could go back to her father. She obeyed, and I picked up one of Count Lambert"s ladies for the night.
Neither Cilicia nor Count Lambert ever mentioned what went on that night, but he never asked for her services again.
Sir Miesko was appalled that Count Lambert was considering war against Baron Jaraslav. He sent a letter, carried by his oldest son, to the baron urging him to make immediate apology to their liege and so forestall any violence, but he had scant hope that the irascible baron would do so. "I wish I could understand their hatred for you, Sir Conrad, but it"s there. Now it seems that blood must flow because of it. A sad thing, and a waste. Nonetheless, our lord calls and we must go. Wear your brightest surcoat to this, Sir Conrad. We"ll want to make the best and most intimidating show possible. There"s scant hope, but we may yet forestall a senseless war."
I went back to Three Walls in a glum mood.
Sir Vladimir was also amazed at being called up. "Count Lambert is going to fight a battle over so trifling a matter as a hunt?"
"No, Sir Vladimir. He"s going to threaten battle because one of his va.s.sals has repeatedly disobeyed him.
Remember that the baron failed to come when Count Lambert called him to beat the bounds between his lands and mine."
"I know, and since then he has been claiming that you stole lands belonging to him, and he just might be right. Count Lambert was in a foul mood that day, and it would have been like him to move the boundary in revenge for the baron"s slight. And of course, Sir Stefan has been making an a.s.s of himself for years, even before you arrived. But none of that is reason enough for war between knights of the same lord!"
"I agree," I said, "but we have been called and we will go."
I spent the week designing the limelight system.
The limelights in the old theaters used a hydrogen flame under a ball of lime, calcium oxide. The hydrogen was generated by pouring acid on a metal, okay for a theater but way too expensive for a factory. A far cheaper way of making hydrogen was the water/gas method that was used for generating cooking gas before natural gas, methane, became commercially available.
This involves getting a deep bed of coal burning in a closed furnace. Once it"s all glowing, the air supply is shut off and water is forced under the coal. The chimney is then closed off and the fumes are directed to a holding tank for eventual distribution. The chemical reaction involves the oxygen in the water combining with the glowing carbon, and the hydrogen leaving as a gas.
The only problem was that for each molecule of hydrogen generated, you also make a molecule of carbon monoxide, which can kill you dead. The carbon monoxide is also a fuel, and is safe enough once it"s burned to carbon dioxide, but a leaky pipe or a flame that"s gone out is dangerous. The safety problem didn"t bother the Victorians who used the system. They simply weren"t concerned. If someone was dumb enough to kill himself, that was his problem.
I, however, am not a Victorian. The system I put together was as safe as I could make it. First off, I kept it out of private areas, where kids could get at it. It was restricted to workplaces, large public rooms, and outdoor lighting. Each installation had a full-time safety inspector, who was also responsible for lighting the lights. Ventilation was carefully checked at each location. And each lamp had a valve that anyone could turn off, but required a key to turn on. This last involved designing a lock, which turned out to be one of our most profitable products.
Oh, I knew that somebody would still find a way to kill himself with it, but I tried.
On the appointed day, Sir Vladimir and I rode out in full armor, in our brightest surcoats and with pennons flying. The bandsmen had wanted to play for us as we left, but that seemed to me to be in poor taste. I felt rotten that things should come to this head. We needed to be preparing to be fighting Mongols, not fellow Christians, even if they were a couple of b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.
We met Sir Miesko at the proper time, and went on to Okoitz.
"Any response from Baron Jaraslav?" I asked.
"None to my letter," Sir Miesko said. "But he has called his own knights to arms, which is response enough. He has thirty-five, you know, and is Count Lambert"s greatest va.s.sal. If va.s.sal he be and not oathbreaker."
"d.a.m.n."
More than a hundred knights came to Count Lambert"s call, even those not required to do so. We filled the hall, and the squires had to make do in the kitchen. Supper was a major feast, but a somber one. Everyone was in full armor, as tradition required on the night before battle, I suppose so that the lord could check his men"s equipment. Not that Count Lambert checked anything. A knight was always supposed to be ready, and if he wasn"t, it was his own neck that suffered.
Sir Miesko stood and spoke to Count Lambert. "My liege, you know that I have been your willing va.s.sal since first I was knighted. Always have I obeyed you, and always will I continue to do so. But my duty to you is not only to fight at your side. I am also obligated to give you my best counsel."
"It is true that Baron Jaraslav has repeatedly disobeyed you. But it is also true that he is a very old man and the minds of the aged sometimes grow feeble. I counsel you, I beg you to go slowly in this matter. You will not gain in glory or in honor if you shed Christian blood, Polish blood, because of the aberrant wanderings of a senile mind."
Sir Miesko sat down and Count Lambert said, "It is your duty to speak and my duty to listen, but the reverse is also true. I say that without obedience to our superiors, everything that we are falls apart! If I do not obey the duke, and my va.s.sals do not obey me, then why should the peasants obey us? If we let one major crack form in the structure, the whole thing could shatter! Don"t you see that we must be together?
Because if we"re not, it won"t be the Tartars who destroy us, we"ll do it ourselves! Then the d.a.m.n Mazovians or some other petty power will come in and pick up the shredded pieces."
I stood. "My lord, Sir Miesko has spoken my mind as well as his own, though he has been more eloquent than I could be. I have heard that some of the problem is caused by Baron Jaraslav"s belief that I was deeded lands that are properly his. Rather than see Pole fight Pole, I would willingly give up whatever lands the baron claims."
"Just now tempers have grown too hot. You mentioned the duke. He knows Baron Jaraslav well. Why not ask him to talk to the baron. Surely no man is more persuasive than Duke Henryk."
"Sir Conrad, your lands are your own, and I"ll not have you make any sacrifice because of another"s malice.
As to the duke, it would be proper to go to him if I had a problem with one of my own station. To bring him a problem with one of my va.s.sals would be to admit my own incompetence. If I did so, he might be inclined to remove me, and properly. I"ll handle the matter on my own."
"Then may I echo Sir Miesko and beg you to go slowly?" I said.
"You may beg all you d.a.m.n well please, Sir Conrad, just so you obey when the lances drop to charge! Do the rest of you have counsel for me as well?"
Knight after knight attested to his willingness to obey any lawful order, but begged Count Lambert to refrain from pus.h.i.+ng matters too quickly to a head.
Count Lambert"s mood got darker and quieter until he abruptly got up and left his hall, his meal unfinished.
We were all silent for a bit.
Baron Jan, Sir Vladimir"s father, said, "We can but do our duty and pray that we need not shed the blood of our brothers." Then he led us all in deeply felt prayer.
Count Lambert"s new priest held an evening ma.s.s. We all went and took Communion since tomorrow some of us could be dead.
It was crowded at Okoitz, and I shared a room with Sir Miesko, Sir Vladimir, and one of his brothers. The girls from the cloth factory were probably as willing as ever, but none of us were in the mood. Judging from the sounds, few of the other knights were either. I don"t recall hearing a single feminine squeal all night, a rare thing at Okoitz even when it"s half empty.
More than half the knights had squires, almost inevitably a younger relative, since the Polish n.o.bility was very family oriented. Well over a gross of fighting men lined up outside of Okoitz in the gray dawn, as well as two heralds that Count Lambert must have borrowed from someone. The kitchen help hurriedly handed out packages of field rations, a bag containing a loaf of bread, some cheese, and dried meat. There was little chance of the baron inviting us in for a meal.
I thought that Count Lambert would make a speech to encourage his men, but he didn"t. He just rode to the head of the column and shouted, "Advance!"
At a walk, we went to Baron Jaraslav"s manor.
The roads were mere trails and we had to go in single file, so there was little chance for light conversation, not that there was much inclination toward it.
"Shouldn"t we have some point men and flankers out?" I called to Sir Miesko, riding behind me.
"To what purpose, Sir Conrad? No bandit would attack a party as large as ours, and Baron Jaraslav might disobey his liege, but he is not so wholly dishonorable as to attack without warning. Flankers would only slow us down."
Sir Miesko and Count Lambert were probably right, but my own military training made me feel uncomfortable about it.
The baron"s castle was a large and venerable building made mostly of brick, with some of the cornices made of limestone. It had a moat and a drawbridge and was not the sort of place that men without siege equipment could easily take.
Count Lambert made no attempt to surround the thing. He simply lined us up in front out of crossbow range and sent the heralds forward. Sir Vladimir was at my left, as a va.s.sal should be, and Sir Miesko was at my right. The heralds rode up to the gate, played a fanfare on their long trumpets, and announced that Count Lambert wished to speak to his va.s.sal, Baron Jaraslav.
They had to have been waiting for us, for within a few minutes, the drawbridge was lowered and thirty-five armed and armored men rode out. Perhaps another twenty men were on the walls with crossbows, the squires, probably, since a full belted knight wouldn"t use one. It made me wish that I"d brought Tadaos along, but I hadn"t been asked to and I hadn"t wanted to risk any more people than necessary.
The knights lined up facing us, a few hundred yards away. We outnumbered them four to one, but they looked prepared to let us know that we"d been in a fight.
One of the heralds stayed with the baron and the other rode back to Count Lambert. With six of his barons, the count rode to the center of the field, to be met by Baron Jaraslav, Sir Stefan, and five other knights.
I relaxed a bit. At least they were going to talk instead of immediately slugging it out.
I couldn"t hear what Count Lambert said, but Baron Jaraslav was shouting at the top of his lungs, so what came through was half a conversation, or less, since I couldn"t hear Sir Stefan either.
"My ancestors were here for hundreds of years before anybody ever heard of a Piast!"
Count Lambert said something I couldn"t hear.
"I don"t owe fealty to a man whose wits are not his own! Your mind has been addled by that warlock you took in two years ago! Yours and the duke"s, too!"
Baron Jaraslav"s face got redder as his blood pressure went up. I could feel my own face flus.h.i.+ng as well.
"It"s bad enough, your swiving every wench in the county, turning them into a herd of wh.o.r.es! Now you want to ruin the hunting like you"ve ruined the women!"
"I was a baron when you were still sucking your mother"s t.i.ts!"
The baron"s face and hands were as dark red as dried blood. I"d never seen such a thing before, but I"d heard about it. Not good in an old man.
"That warlock wants to turn the whole duchy into a stinking, dirty factory! I won"t stand for it! Better to die fighting than to fall sickened by his poisons!"
The baron became increasingly incoherent. His hands started shaking, he began gasping and suddenly he toppled from his horse.
I didn"t know if this was a heart attack or a stroke, but it looked to me that he was in bad need of CPR.
"I"d better go see what I can do for him," I said as I signaled Anna forward.
"Stay back here you fool!" Sir Miesko shouted, but I ignored him.
Besides basic humanitarian considerations, my thought was that if I could do Baron Jaraslav a real service, like saving his life, maybe he and Sir Stefan might not hate me as much. Okay, so it was a dumb idea.
We sprinted to where the baron had fallen. I pulled my gauntlets off as I leaped to the ground and told Anna to go back to the line. I didn"t want her to interpret some movement by the baron as an attack on me.
I tilted the baron"s head back, cleared the tongue and checked his breathing. There wasn"t any! I started giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as I checked frantically for a pulse. A lot of shouting was going on but I ignored it. I couldn"t find a pulse but that didn"t mean much, since I couldn"t get at most of him what with his armor and all. I started pumping his heart. to be on the safe side, a thing that would have been impossible in my plate armor, but was easy enough with the baron"s gold-washed chain mail.
Then I took a blow to the side of the head that might have killed me if it hadn"t been for my new helmet. It didn"t much hurt me, but the force of it, transmitted through my collar ring to my chest and back plates, was enough to send me sprawling.
"Stay away from my father, you filthy witch!" Sir Stefan shouted, sword in hand.
"You Stupid John!" I swore at him. "He"s having a heart attack! Without CPR he"s going to die!"
I started to move back to the baron. Sir Stefan swung again, only to have his blade parried by Count Lambert"s.
"STOP! Both of you!" Count Lambert shouted. "Dog"s blood! You have both dishonored yourselves! Sir Conrad, I told you to stay in the line! Get back there, d.a.m.n you! Sir Stefan, you have drawn steel during a peace parley, a hanging offense anywhere!"
"My lord," I said, "his heart and breathing have stopped! If I don"t-"
"If his heart"s stopped, then he"s dead! Get back to the line or I"ll put this sword in your face!"
I could see that Count Lambert meant it, and the baron was probably really dead by this time anyway. I retrieved my gauntlets.
"Yes, my lord."
As I walked back to the line, Count Lambert gave Sir Stefan a chewing out the likes of which I hadn"t heard since boot camp.
Maybe I should have just left things alone, but then Sir Stefan would probably have blamed his father"s death on my "witchcraft" in any event. It was worth a try, I suppose. I certainly shouldn"t have called him a Stupid John. The swear words in one language often don"t translate well into another, but that particular phrase is a deadly insult and fighting words in Polish.
"You"re a d.a.m.n fool," Sir Miesko said as I got back and mounted Anna. "If ever a man"s foul words stuck in his throat and killed him, it was Baron Jaraslav"s. It looked like a sure Act of G.o.d! But when you ran out there, you took everybody"s mind off of what had just happened. This sorry mess could have ended right there, but now it"s still bobbing afloat. It could still end with fifty good men dead!"
"Yeah, I guess I screwed it up," I said.
But the parley went on for another half hour, and we couldn"t hear a thing of what was said. Then something happened. Count Lambert and Sir Stefan turned and faced the sun, raised their right arms to it and Sir Stefan swore fealty to Count Lambert.
Count Lambert and his barons came back to us and he addressed those of us in the line.
"This matter is ended! Baron Jaraslav is dead! Baron Stefan has sworn fealty to me and will obey me as all of you have done this day! I thank you all for coming as was your duty, but now you may disperse and go home! I will see many of you in a week at the Great Hunt" For the rest of you, good hunting!"
And so we left, and soon there was no one left on the field but the dead baron and Baron Stefan, standing over his father"s body.
It all worked out as best as could be expected. Having Stefan instead of his father for a neighbor wasn"t much of an improvement, but Count Lambert could hardly have interfered with the right of inheritance. His own lofty position was based on that very same right.
Chapter Fourteen.
The knights and squires broke up into groups as we headed home in our various directions. By late afternoon there was only myself, Sir Vladimir, and Sir Miesko. As we pa.s.sed Sir Miesko"s manor, Lady Richeza invited us in, but there was still time to get to Three Walls before dusk. When we got to the gates, the band was up on the balcony to welcome us home. I wouldn"t have given permission for this waste of man-hours, since they must have been waiting up there for half a day, but I had to admit that it felt good.
They were playing the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark.
I announced at supper what had happened, that Baron Stefan was our new neighbor, and that the Great Hunt was on as scheduled.
Sir Miesko had set me up as the "Local Hunt Master," using the valley at Three Walls for our killing ground, just as we had last year. Only this year, it would cover not only my lands, but Sir Miesko"s as well as those of Baron Stefan and two other knights.
As Master of the Hunt, I got the wolf skins and any aurochs captured on all of Count Lambert"s lands. As Local Hunt Master, I got all the deer skins taken locally. As a landowner, I got a share, about one-fifth, of one-half of the meat taken. My workers would get about one-third of the one-quarter of the meat reserved for the beaters. And since I personally would be partic.i.p.ating in the kill, I got a share of the one-quarter of the kill that was divided among the n.o.bility present.
Complicated, but profitable, especially since the fas.h.i.+on of wearing wolf skin cloaks was taking hold. I had already sold the six hundred wolf skins we had taken last year at very nice prices, and I was looking forward to taking twenty times that number this year.
But Sir Miesko was in fact handling all of the detail work of a Local Hunt Master for me, except for the feasts, and that was Krystyana"s problem.
My main worry was getting the Moslems" housing completed so we could get them out of Three Walls before more savory company started arriving. We almost made it, and I told them that they had to get out anyway. They could live in the nearly finished buildings until the hunt was over, and no, they couldn"t act as beaters alongside Christians, although they were responsible for sweeping all the wild game out of their valley, and taking care of my herd of sheep, now three thousand strong, during the hunt.
The morning before the hunt, most of the workers walked out to the manors of the knights on the periphery of the hunting district, leaving behind only a skeleton crew to keep, the blast furnace fed and a few pregnant women to take care of the small children. To minimize friction, none of my people were sent to Baron Stefan"s lands. My own station was at Sir Miesko"s.
The plan was to have a line of peasants and workers backed up by a line of hors.e.m.e.n, mostly knights and squires, to take care of any emergencies, such as an irate bear.
Since Piotr Kulczynski was spending half of his life on horseback, I a.s.sumed that he would be one of the riders. Sir Miesko objected. "All the other hors.e.m.e.n will be of the n.o.bility, their ladies or at least squires.