By then, spring was on us and it was time to get back into the construction business. Transporting c.o.ke by pack mule from Three Walls to the boat landing on the Odra River was extremely expensive. After that, transport costs by riverboat weren"t nearly so bad, about one-twelfth the cost per ton mile.
Many of Count Lambert"s knights had followed his lead in digging coal mines for fuel, now that potbellied stoves were available. Questioning them and going down most of the shafts, I was able to map out the coalfield fairly well.
All indications were that I could dig for coal right on the riverbank. All through the winter, I"d had six men digging a pilot shaft there on some of Count Lambert"s land, and they"d struck coal five dozen yards down.
It made all kinds of sense to build a mining-and-c.o.king operation there, so I made a deal with Count Lambert for half a square mile of land and as soon as the weather broke, I got ready to head there with a construction crew.
FROM THE DIARY OF PIOTR KULCZYNSKI.
It was early morning, and we were mounted up in caravan fas.h.i.+on to go to the new lands sold to Sir Conrad by Count Lambert near the River Odra. There we would open mines for coal and build c.o.ke ovens of a new design.
Sir Conrad rode up the line of loaded mules and three gross men, seeing that all was ready. I was stationed near the front, next to Sir Vladimir. The three Banki brothers were away making final arrangements for their upcoming weddings, which we were all looking forward to.
There was a great commotion at the gate, and I looked to see the merchant Boris Novacek, a friend of my lord Sir Conrad, crawling through the wood gate on his knees and elbows, for he had no hands!
Sir Vladimir shouted for Sir Conrad, and we both rode to Novacek"s aid. Yet Sir Conrad pa.s.sed us and was there first.
"Boris! What happened?" Sir Conrad shouted as he dug out his medical kit.
"What happened?" Boris said, half dazed. "Why, they cut my hands off."
"Who did this?"
"I don"t know. We were never properly introduced." Novacek tried to laugh, but tears came out. "Do you have any water?"
Sir Conrad threw his canteen to Sir Vladimir, who sat Novacek up and held that strange metal bottle to his lips.
"You!" Sir Conrad shouted, looking at a young man in the crowd that was gathering, "Run and get Krystyana!"
"You! Run and get a stretcher! You! Have the men stand down. We leave at three!" Sir Conrad ordered while he opened his kit and examined Novacek"s stumps.
"What happened to your guard, Sir Kazimierz?" Sir Vladimir asked.
"Sir Kazimierz? He"s dead, poor lad. The good Sir Kazimierz is dead. He took an arrow in the eye and I think he did not see it fly at him."
"You were ambushed?" Sir Conrad said.
"Yes, my friend. My lord. Cut down on the road. There"s nothing to buy now in Hungary. I sell your cloth and metalwork there, but they have nothing to give for it but silver. Even all the wine they can spare has already been brought here, I carried nothing but silver and gold, all my silver and gold. We had no caravan to protect us, you see, so they chopped my hands off." Novacek spoke as one falling pleasantly to sleep after hard work and many beers.
"He"s lost a lot of blood," Sir Conrad said to my love Krystyana, who had just arrived, walking as fast as she could, for she was heavy with child. Of course she would not took on me. He tied off the arteries in the left stump, and left it for Krystyana to sew up, going around the merchant to tend the right one.
"Boris, who put on these tourniquets for you?" Sir Conrad asked.
"The tourniquets? Why, I put on the right one myself, after the fight. The highwaymen put on the other."
"But how could you have tied it without any hands?"
"I still had my left hand then. It was hard, but one can do things when motivated sufficiently." Novacek seemed not to notice the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g and sewing they were doing to the stumps of his wrists, and I think the tourniquets must have had them completely numb.
"Then how did you loose the left one?"
"They cut off my right hand in the battle, and my sword with it. They cut off my left one that night, in sport. At least they thought it great sport. I wasn"t asked." Boris giggled.
I could see a terrible fury building up on Sir Conrad"s face.
"So this happened yesterday?"
"Could it have been only yesterday? It seems much longer. But it must have been yesterday afternoon, for I planned to make Three Walls by sunset."
"And where did it happen, Boris? Can you remember where?"
"It was on the trail from Sir Miesko"s. A ways down the trail. About half a night"s crawl." He giggled again.
"Anna, can you smell out Boris"s path back to the outlaws?" Sir Conrad asked his mount, as he finished tying off and cleaning up the right stump. Annastas.h.i.+a was there, was.h.i.+ng her hands with white lightning, ready to sew it up.
Anna nodded Yes, a thing I had gotten used to.
Sir Vladimir was standing between Sir Conrad and me, but I was sure that Sir Conrad was looking directly at me.
"Then mount up! There"s work to be done!" The look in Sir Conrad"s eyes left no room for argument, or even comment. I mounted my horse, checked my sword, bow and arrows, and followed Sir Conrad and Sir Vladimir out the gate at a gallop.
I heard Novacek yell, "Stop! There are sixteen of them!"
Sir Vladimir turned and said, "What of it? We have G.o.d on our side!"
But I don"t think Sir Conrad heard him.
Anna had her head to the ground as she ran, sniffing like a hound, which slowed her down some. We would never have stayed with her otherwise, and even so Sir Vladimir and I were hard-pressed to meet her pace.
Sir Conrad never turned around to see that we were following. Sir Vladimir turned once, saw me following and smiled. Then he turned again to the trail ahead, for our pace was wild.
I unsheathed my bow and strung it at a full gallop, as I"d often practiced before. Tadaos the bowman had taught me much of shooting, and there is none better than he at a standing-shot. But Tadaos will not shoot from a horse. In fact, I think that it is not possible to pull his mighty bow from any but a standing position.
Myself, I can scarcely bend it even then! But I had taught myself horse archery, riding past the b.u.t.ts and letting fly for many a Sunday afternoon. A good thing to do when your love will not look at you.
Thus I had an arrow nocked and ready in my left hand when Anna suddenly left the trail and charged through the brush.
Sir Conrad was in his plate armor and seemed not to notice the branches whipping by, and Sir Vladimir, in chain mail, would hold it dishonorable not to be able to follow where his liege lord led. Myself, I was in but ordinary clothes and while they had broken off the larger branches in my path, I was still sore pressed to stay with them, and must needs protect my face with my arms and clutch tightly to my bow test I lose it.
Nonetheless, I got first blood in the fight, for as we went through a meadow at break-neck speed, I saw a sentry in a tree stare at us and nock an arrow.
I let fly and saw that my shot was true. He dropped his bow half pulled, clutched his chest and fell.
Sir Vladimir saw this and lowered his lance.
"For G.o.d and Poland!" he shouted.
Sir Conrad"s sword had been out since we had left the trail.
The bandit camp was in a clearing, and I think that they must have had such confidence in their numbers that they had not moved it after committing yesterday"s crime, even though their prisoner had escaped.
Immediately and without hesitation, Sir Conrad charged into their midst, covering himself completely with glory. I saw heads and arms fly as he cleared a swath through them. Sir Vladimir was right behind, and I saw two men fall to his lance on his first pa.s.s.
Being unarmored, I dared not follow, but stopped at the edge of the clearing. The brigands were slow to act, stunned by the fury of the attack. I let fly at those at the edges and killed three while they stood there. Then suddenly all were in motion, and I killed but one more with my last eight arrows, though I wounded two besides.
The surviving bandits put all their efforts at Sir Conrad and Sir Vladimir, and I think that they scarce noticed me if they saw me at all. I prayed thanks to G.o.d in heaven for this favor, but when my arrows were exhausted, I felt obligated to sheath my bow, draw my sword, and join the others.
I had no chance to b.l.o.o.d.y it, for it was suddenly over. Bodies and pieces of bodies were scattered about the meadow, many sporting the bright red feathers for which I had paid extra to fletch my arrows.
Not a man among them was left alive. Sir Conrad was looking at them.
"I think we got carried away, Sir Vladimir. We should have taken a few of them alive."
"To what purpose, Sir Conrad? To hang them later? What good would that do? To show people that they shouldn"t be brigands? They already know that!"
"We haven"t even proven that these were the men who attacked Boris. We have only Anna"s word for it."
"Well, there"s proof for you. Look there. That"s Sir Kazimierz"s stallion. I"d recognize it anywhere. And I"ll wager we"ll find his armor when we sort the booty."
"What of the sentry?" I said. "He might still be alive."
"Sentry?" Sir Conrad said. "Piotr, what are you doing here?"
I was astounded. "Why, I am your squire and you told me to come, my lord!"
"I told you? I certainly did not!"
"Wait, Sir Conrad," Sir Vladimir said. "He was standing just behind me when you ordered me to follow you. 1, too, thought you meant him to come with us."
"Well, I didn"t."
"A bit late to say that now, my lord. Look about you. Those arrows are his. He killed at least as many of the enemy as did you or 1. If this were my grandfather"s time, and any knight could knight another, I"d dub him right now, for he saved my liege lord-you! You didn"t even see the sentry he skewered from a treetop. That man was aiming at you when he did it."
All this was not precisely true. That sentry hadn"t had time to aim at anybody. But I blessed Sir Vladimir for saying it.
"Oh," Sir Conrad said. "Piotr, I guess I owe you an apology, as well as my thanks. Let"s see if that sentry is still alive."
He wasn"t. Not only had my arrow pierced his heart, but he had broken his neck in the fall.
"It looks like you wasted an arrow, Piotr!" Sir Vladimir laughed. "The fall alone was fatal!"
It was an old joke, but we all laughed at it. These n.o.ble knights were treating me as an equal!
We looked through the camp. There were horses and mules belonging to Novacek, and armor belonging to him and to Sir Kazimierz was found and identified. There was also a third suit of chain mail, doubtless the property of some earlier victim. It was small and made for a person of slender stature.
"There"s really not much here in the way of booty," Sir Vladimir said. "Novacek"s property must be returned to him, and Sir Kazimierz had a younger brother who would appreciate having his horse and armor. They aren"t wealthy, and I would feel best if they were given to him."
"Agreed," Sir Conrad said. "I"ll see that it gets to the kid."
"That leaves this last set of mail. It"s of Piotr"s size and I"m minded that he should have it. Traveling as much as he does, he needs it, and he truly earned it this day."
Sir Conrad looked at me and smiled. "Agreed. Piotr, you are now the proud possessor of a set of armor, with helmet and gambezon. Wear it in good health!"
"The rest of these tools and weapons are mostly junk. We"ll give anything that looks decent to Count Lambert as his share, throw the rest into Ilya"s sc.r.a.p bin, and that settles the problem of the distribution of the spoils, except for one major item."
"Boris was half delirious, but he distinctly said that he had all his wealth with him when he was attacked.
As well as he"s been doing these past few years, that was probably several hundred thousand pence. Where is it?"
We spent much of the morning looking for the treasure, but without luck. Finally, we loaded the animals for the trip back to Three Walls, and I took a few moments to try on my new armor. It was a remarkably good fit, and even the open-faced helmet sat well, so I made a brave appearance reentering the city.
Naturally, we were the center of attention, and everyone was looking at us. I caught Krystyana"s eye, but she quickly glanced away.
Sir Conrad announced that the journey to the Odra River would be delayed a few days, and said that in the afternoon, right after lunch, every available person in Three Walls would go to the bandits" campsite to search for Novacek"s treasure.
At dinner, bold in my new armor, I came and sat by my love"s side in the dining room. I tried to make polite conversation, but she stopped and stared directly at me.
"It takes more than armor to make a knight, Squire Piotr!"
Then she left, her food uneaten.
That afternoon and the whole of the following day, almost a thousand people searched for the treasure. Sir Conrad had Anna try to smell out where they hid it, but all she found was their latrine. There was s.h.i.+t there, and Novacek"s left hand, but no treasure. We threw the bandits" bodies on top of their own filth and piled dirt over them.
Sir Conrad lined the people up fingertip to fingertip and marched them for miles from north to south and then from east to west. Every square yard of land for miles around was searched again and again. We found Sir Kazimierz"s body, and Novacek"s other hand, but no treasure.
One yeoman"s cottage was taken apart and the ground under it dug up, for no other reason than he lived a mile from the camp. Then a crew rebuilt it for him.
Countless trees were climbed and no few hollow ones were chopped down, but to no avail.
Novacek affirmed that he had lost just under four hundred thousand pence, and not a penny of it was ever found. The reward on the treasure was never claimed.
Eventually, it became a normal pastime, a thing to do on one"s day off, to head into the woods with a shovel, and many young couples claimed that this was what they were doing in the woods as well. It became a standing joke to ask how you dug a hole with a blanket.
Yet it was a game my love would not play.
Interlude Three I hit the STOP b.u.t.ton.
"So what happened to the treasure?" I asked.
"It was right where Anna said it was. The outlaws hid it under their latrine, or rather they used the hole as a latrine after they buried the treasure, figuring that n.o.body would look through somebody else"s s.h.i.+t. They were right, and the effect was doubled once there were sixteen dead bodies over it."
"Oh," I said. "Another thing, why didn"t flint work in Conrad"s lighter?"
"Lighter "flints" aren"t flint, kid. They"re made of misch metal, an alloy of rare earth elements. Anything else troubling you?"
He hit the START b.u.t.ton.