“Lady Richeza, I couldn’t bring your present with me. Indeed, you won't get it until spring. But I've left the design of a complete home water-and-septic system at Three Walls, along with written orders to build one for you.”
“You’ll have hot, running water in your kitchen as well as a new stove, a complete bathroom, and a small, windmill-operated water tower.” She was speechless. Actually. I'd owed her something nice for a long while. That, and I needed somewhere to set up a showplace for our plumbing products, and nobody missed stopping at her house when they were in the area. I was a socialist becoming a miserable capitalist.
“As to you girls,’ I know what you want.” I gave Krystyana, Yawalda, Janina, and Natalia each a purse of silver. They each poured it out on the table and squealed their appreciation.
I kept the purse intended for Annastashia in my hand. “As for you, daughter, you’ve been sleeping with a man before wedlock, and you'll get nothing more out of me until you mend your sinful ways!”
FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SIR VLADIMIR CHARNETSKI
For weeks my soul had been troubled. All things for me were reaching a climax, great forces were moving about me, yet there was nothing I could do to affect their resolution.
My friend Sir Conrad was going to his death, and in his dying I would be failing in my oath to the duke to protect him with my life.
My brother Jan had visited me at Three Walls, informing me that my father’s anger was even greater than I had feared. Months after the battle with the Crossmen, he was still shouting for my damnation. Never would he bless my marriage to Annastashia or to anyone else.
And lastly, my love was with child. Our child, perhaps my son, was growing in her, and unless I soon took bold action and defied my father, my son would be born a bastard, to be scorned all of his life, and my love would be labeled a strumpet.
I could not stay and marry her in defiance of my liege lord, nor could I go to some foreign country, either. The sum of my wealth was the nine silver pence that I had carried from my home last Easter. Not a penny had I spent since leaving that blacksmith. And nine pence might buy us a single night’s lodging on the road. If we left, we would starve within the week.
If I asked it, I knew Sir Conrad would lend me money-rather give it to me-for once he was dead, there would be no way to repay him.
But part of my oath to the Duke Henryk was to report to him anything needful of Sir Conrad’s doings. While I had seen the need to report nothing, I was in fact spying on my friend. How then could I with honor accept his money?
Then in but an hour at Sir Miesko’s table, all was resolved. Sir Miesko's wisdom and clerkish knowledge and Sir Conrad's goodness days before his own death had resolved my impossible difficulties. I was in something of a shock, and perhaps did not behave quite properly. Even after it was all over, they had to raise me up to put Sir Conrad's death-gift fur cloak on my shoulders.
I had thought Sir Conrad’s withholding of the purse from Annastashia to be a mere jest, and in fact he told me later that it was. He wanted to assure Krystyana and the rest that they were not being dropped from favor.
But when I put my arm around my love to lead her to our room, she became quite stiff. She removed my arm and told me that I was acting in unseemly fashion. Then she went off and slept with Yawalda.
We arrived at Okoitz the next day as the sun was setting.
The town was vastly overcrowded, and had not arrangements been made in advance for the housing of the peasants, they would have had to stay outside and freeze.
The entire membership of the Franciscan monastery from Cracow was there, along with many other citizens from that city.
Perhaps a third of the nobility of the entire duchy had arrived or had said that they would come. The Bishop of Cracow had come, and it was said that the Bishop of Wroclaw would soon be arriving.
And of course, merchants of every stripe and product had come sniffing after the profit to be made. Every one of Count Lambert’s noblemen was there or would arrive on the morrow, and most brought their wives. This host included my father and mother, but thanks be to God in heaven my Uncle Felix was with them.
“Greetings, my father and my liege,” I said to my father formally.
I “Vladimir. So you’ve come to watch the mess you've made,” he said coldly.
“Father, the duke-”
“I’ve talked to the duke, as well as to the count! Somehow you've gotten them both on your side. But to think that my own son would make an oathbreaker of me, it's-”
He suddenly turned and walked away. My mother looked quickly back and forth between us, then fled after my father without saying a word.
Uncle Felix looked at me and said, “I’ll talk to you later, boy. Keep your nose up.” He went after them.
Sadly, I stared in the direction they had gone. Perhaps I had underestimated my father’s anger and intransigence.
I had left Sir Conrad’s party to speak with my parents, and in that incredible crowd I did not soon find them.
I know that most of the people had come to see God’s will done, that is to say, for a serious purpose. But when old friends meet after months or years, the meeting must needs grow jovial, and the place had the feeling of a carnival wherein I was the only stranger.
As I passed a niche between the church and the castle, where Count Lambert had set some benches, I heard familiar voices speaking. I kept to the shadows and listened.
“I tell you, the man saved my life three different times. Remember when my boat was on the rocks on the Dunajec River, kid? If Sir Conrad hadn’t come along our bones would still be there!”
“And a few days later at Cracow, the night I paid you off, he was there with a candle and woke me just as three thieves were about to cut my throat and steal my goods!”
“I hadn’t heard about that, Tadaos,” Friar Roman said.
“Just like him not to say anything about it. I tell you, Sir Conrad is a saint.”
“Well, that’s for the Church to say. But there's no doubt that this whole mess would never have occurred if he hadn't heeded my pleadings and gone to Sacz to get you out of Przemysl's donjon,” Friar Roman said. “He led me to God! I was a sinner before I met him! I was a Goliard poet who sneered at the Church and all that is holy. But his goodness was the example that turned me from my old ways. And his generosity! Do you realize that every day for a week he took every penny he earned working at a job that did not suit him, and gave it to me so that I could eat and have shelter at night? And in return, I brought him the message that will result in his death.”
“He never saved my life,” Ilya the blacksmith said. “Fact is that one time he almost ended it, when he took off the end of the anvil I was working on with one swipe of that skinny sword of his.”
“Did that really happen? I thought it was only a story,” Tadaos said.
“It happened. But I’ll tell you, Sir Conrad has taught me more about the craft than my father ever did, and my father was a master. I tell you he's too good a man to let die!”
“He’s not going to die, not while I can draw a longbow. You've all seen me shoot. There's no man better at it in the world than me. It's a gift, I tell you. A gift from God. And now I know why God gave it to me.”
“I mean to be at the top of that windmill of his on the day of the fight. From there I can hit any man on the tourney field, though none of the Crossmen would believe that an arrow would fly that far, let alone kill a man. ”
“I’ve got arrow heads that can punch through any armor,” Ilya said. “Even that fancy new stuff I made for Sir Conrad. You're welcome to them.”
“I’ll take them.”
“It won’t work, Tadaos. Too many people have heard of your shooting, besides those who have seen it. You haven't exactly kept it a secret!” Friar Roman said. “They'd find you and hang you, and it wouldn't do Sir Conrad a bit of good. Worse, they'd probably call foul on Sir Conrad, and kill him because of your doings.”
“Ther
e’s got to be a way.”
The three conspirators were silent for a bit. Then the friar spoke. “If the Crossman was killed by a man, they’d catch him sure. But if it was an Act of God…”
“What do you mean?”
“What if golden arrows were to come down from the sky, killing the evildoers? Isn’t that what this trial is all about? To determine the will of God?”
“But I don’t have any golden arrows,” Tadaos said.
“You will have.” Friar Roman opened his painting kit. “I think I have enough gold leaf left to cover about eight of them.”
I stepped out. of the shadows. “I have heard enough. You varlets are planning a mockery of all that the trial by combat stands for.”
“It stands for grown men fighting because they don’t have brains enough to settle their differences peacefully!” Ilya said and stood. The muscles rippled huge in the blacksmith's bare arms.
“And it stands for killing the finest man in Christendom because he had balls enough to free those poor children from the Crossmen,” Tadaos added. He joined Ilya.
“You filthy peasants! You would speak like this to a true belted knight?”
The little friar stood up between us three big men. “Brothers! Christians, remember you are all brothers under God!” The little man’s courage impressed us all, and the two big peasants backed off.
“You, too, Sir Vladimir,” he said. “Come, join us. We need your help.”
“I should join with peasants to besmear the knightly order?”
“You, too, are in Sir Conrad’s debt. Word has it that he has arranged for you to marry his adopted daughter, and thus become his heir. Are you the kind of man who would wish a good friend's death so that you could collect his gold?”
“Of course not, dammit! But-”
“Then sit down and join us. We need your aid, and so does he.”
“Just what do you expect me to do?”
Friar Roman said, “Now, here’s my plan…”
So thus it was that I found myself riding across the tourney field in the cold of a winter’s dawn, waiting to be shot.
The frivolities at Okoitz had lasted well into the night, and the field was completely deserted.
Tadaos had been sure that the weight of the thin gold would throw off his aim, and wanted some practice shots.
Since all was for naught if he missed, Friar Roman had spent the night carefully covering four arrows, and I was up with my shield hung on my lancetip, prancing around on Witchfire to give him a moving target. It is remarkable, the things a true knight finds in the path of duty.
The first arrow fell two yards too low, and I began to wonder if I would die out there. An arrow two yards to the fight would pierce my heart.
I tapped my shield four times to the ground in the signal to tell the bowman how low he had shot. He was so far away that he could not see his arrows.
The second just missed the bottom of the shield. Good. It seems Tadaos’s problems were in range rather than direction. I might survive. I tapped the ground once.
The third struck my shield fair on, and I raised my arm to the bowman. The fourth struck a finger’s width from the third, despite the fact that I had Witchfire at the gallop.
I dismounted to recover the arrows, for we had agreed on at least three practice rounds.
But as I recovered the last, I saw Sir Lestko riding out to me. I could tell it was he by the armorial device on his shield, though I could not have done this with most knights. In the West, it is the custom for a knight to wear his personal device on his shield and elsewhere. In Poland, one wore the device of one’s family, and these must be awarded by the duke, or the king, when there was one. In all of Poland, there were less than a hundred of them. But Sir Lestko's people were from the Gniezno area, far to the north, and he is the only one of his family in the duchy.
I hid the arrows behind my shield.
“Sir Vladimir! You’re up early! What, has your lovely intended thrown you out into the cold?”
“You might as well know, Sir Lestko. Word of the foolishness will be out soon enough. When she was a peasant girl she was easy, warm, and willing. Now that she is Sir Conrad’s daughter, she is altogether too proper, and won't even hold my hand until the wedding! And my father has not yet approved our marriage! I tell you there is very little justice in the world.”
Sir Lestko laughed, as I intended him to do. “You poor bastard! Still, what she’s doing is right, you know. As Sir Conrad's daughter, she must act with decorum for his honor and yours. And you, my friend, should do what every proper son of the nobility has always done.”
“And what is that?”
“Salve your pains with another wench! Come along! There are skads of them available in Okoitz! Indeed, I have a spare to lend you. When it’s raining soup, the wise man puts out his bowl!”
I promised to join him shortly, and we rode together toward the town. Dozens of people were out by then, and further archery practice was impossible.
It was agreed that Tadaos would shoot only when Sir Conrad was in trouble, likely though that event was. Perhaps there was still some shred of hope.
Chapter Twenty
FROM THE DIARY OF CONRAD SCHWARTZ
I’d withheld the purse from Annastashia mostly as a joke, since I was trying to lighten up the party. The others were treating it like a wake, and my own at that.
Also, whenever I gave one of the girls something, the others always wanted the same thing, and I was not about to have Krystyana, Janina, Natalia, and Yawalda falling into the role of daughters. They were too good as bed partners.
Thank God I’d never had Annastashia. She was already involved with Sir Vladimir before I met her. Otherwise I'd have incest on my conscience along with everything else.
Nonetheless, Annastashia took her role as my daughter seriously, which was probably for the best.-Much of what I was doing in this century was flying in the face of convention, but it would not be wise to affront the institutions of the Church and the family. It made things a little rough on Sir Vladimir’s lovelife, but he could stand it. Too much else was at stake.
Okoitz was more crowded than the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and much of the same attitude seemed to infect the crowd. I had the feeling that I was the sacrificial lamb that everybody had come to see slaughtered.
Oh, everybody was polite, vastly polite, entirely too polite. Every person in that crowd was convinced that I was going to be dead in a day and a half, and they all tried to make my last few hours as sticky sweet as possible.
It took an hour to get my people settled in with the peasants at Okoitz, even with the advance arrangements I’d made. The best we could get was a roof over everybody's head and minimal space on a dirt floor. People had to lay spoon fashion, back to belly, to all lie down at the same time. At least nobody was going to freeze. That much body heat could melt a snowdrift.
Then I looked up Count Lambert to report in. He was with the duke.
“Well, boy. Quite a crowd you’ve attracted,” Duke Henryk said.
“Yes, your grace. I suppose I should feel flattered.”
“I wouldn’t be. Most of them are here to see the blood fly, and they don't much care whose. What on Earth is that you're wearing?”
“Your grace, I once told you that I would show your people how to make better armor. Well, this is an example of it.”
“It’s pretty enough. I'm sure the ladies will be impressed. The question is whether it can stop the Crossman from making an impression on you.”
“I suppose we’ll know that in a few days, your grace.”
“I suppose we will. You brought the kids with you?”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Where do you have them chained?”
“I don’t, your grace. I mean they're not chained. They are with their families.”
“Their families are dead. Crossmen don’t leave survivors. ”
“Their new families, your grace. Every
one of them was adopted by a family of my workers at Three Walls. I said that I’d make Christians out of them, and I have. Every one of them has voluntarily accepted Baptism. They are now Christians, and members of Christian Polish families.”
“You said that you would make the horse sing, and by God you have!” The duke laughed. “So when you’re dead, the Crossmen will have to face the bishop to get them back! That's rich! You intend to keep fighting even after you're dead! Yours must be a deadly people, Sir Conrad.”
“That depends on how you mean that, your grace. The people here seem to consider war a sport, to be played with sporting rules. They enjoy it. Mine hate war. We hate fighting. We haven’t started a war in five hundred years. But when we must fight, we fight in a serious, deadly way. I don't mean that we fight well. We don't. Our children don't grow up dreaming of performing valorous deeds on the battlefield. Our maidens don't compete hard for the favors of fighting men. Our young men don't spend all their spare time discussing strategy and tactics.”
“So when war comes to us, we fight poorly, inefficiently. But we go into it willing to take casualties, willing to die. We fight long wars, and we win.”
“And how long are these wars?”
“Once we fought for a hundred thirty years, when the very name of our country was erased from the map. And we won.”
That silenced the conversation for a bit. Then Count Lambert said, “You say your maidens don’t get excited about military men. Who then do they chase?”
“The answer will surprise you, my lord. Many of them scream. and run after musicians.”
“You’re right, Sir Conrad. I'm dumbfounded. Musicians?”
The duke said, “Ah. There’s his excellency, the bishop. I must inform him about your Christianizing of the Pruthenians. It'll be fun to watch him squirm!”
With the duke gone, I thought I’d be able to slip out, but Count Lambert wouldn't hear of it. He dragged me around half the night, introducing me to people. I went into stimulus saturation in about five minutes, and so have no idea who the last hundred people were that I was introduced to.
I was surprised that despite the crowd, I was given a room to myself. Part of it was my status as a sacrificial lamb, but I think that at least some of the reason was that this was the room where Mikhail Malinski had died, and people had attached something stupid and superstitious to it.
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