John Ringo - Council Wars 01 - There Will Be Dragons

by There Will Be Dragons(lit)

  "Well, you at least get to sleep together," Sharron said with a sly wink.

  "No, we don't," Daneh replied.

  "But. well." Sharron stopped with a puzzled frown.

  "Leave it," Daneh said then shook her head. "Let me put it this way, I may be the first candidate to try tansy."

  Sharron looked at her for a moment until she realized the doctor was serious then blanched. "Oh, my Goddess."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  The next morning there was quite a row between Cruz and Shilan. The reason Cruz had disappeared were some friendly gents running a dice game. He ended up losing every chit he had and hadn't even had enough for breakfast. The burgeoning relationship between Cruz and Shilan was most definitely off, in her opinion. And Herzer had to wonder just what he had missed by playing the paladin.

  He wasn't able to find out, though, because Class A-5 was told off immediately to the sawmill. There was a short briefing in which they were solemnly informed that cutting and forming wood was the basis of industry in preindustrial civilization. They were so informed by John Miller, the sawmill manager, who was a somber and unsmiling man. When asked about the source of the wood, and whether it might be the basis of industry he had unsmilingly told them that any idiot could cut wood, but it took a true master to form it.

  After a number of warnings about how hands and feet no longer could be regrown if you cut them off, the class was put to work sawing and forming the endless stream of logs that was coming from the surrounding forests. For the first few days all they did was move the logs, roll the logs, position the logs and eventually run them through the band saw. It was again backbreaking work using many muscles that had not been developed while cutting and there was very little time for interaction.

  The class stayed in barracks a group of which had been set aside for members of the apprenticeship program who were in and around the town. The barracks were segregated by sex so Herzer was unable to determine if Shilan had actually been interested or if she had just been playing around with him. Or, as was just as likely, playing him off against Cruz. He invited her to the baths one night but she pled a rain check on the basis of extreme fatigue. Given how he was feeling, it could have been an honest answer.

  The last two days they were introduced to woodworking tools, including lathing and drilling. There Miller proved that although he didn't appear to like apprentices too much, he truly loved wood. He was a master at lathing and carving and didn't laugh at their efforts. He simply commented that he'd been doing it for seventy-five years and couldn't expect them to master it in one session.

  At the end of the week they were paid off and only Mike got a bonus. He had shown a remarkable aptitude for woodworking and Miller had even smiled at one of his efforts. Herzer, on the other hand, could best be described as "inept." He personally used the term "ham-handed." When he wanted a deep chip he got small, when he wanted a small chip he got deep and when he tried to plane, he gouged. He and wood simply didn't get along.

  The first day they had been shown around the mill and seen the wooden turbine water wheel, the sprockets, the joins, and he had marveled that Miller and a few other similarly skilled craftsmen had been able to assemble it in a bare two weeks with nothing but hand tools. He didn't have any particular envy for their mastery, but it was impressive.

  As they were being paid off, he touched Shilan's arm and raised an eyebrow. "Bath?"

  "Oh, Herzer." she said.

  He held up a hand to forestall a reply. "It's okay. I just wanted to know where we were at. Last week you seemed to imply that you wanted something more than just waving in passing."

  "Herzer, I'm kind of tired most evenings," she said, frowning sadly. "And right now I'm just not ready for any kind of relationship."

  "Cool!" he replied with a nod. "Neither am I."

  "What?!"

  "You don't want just a casual roll in the hay and I don't particularly want a long-term relationship," he said with a shrug. "Cruz did, but I don't. It's not that I want to play the field, it's just that I like you as a friend."

  "Oh," Shilan said.

  "I was trying to tell you without hurting your feelings. This makes it a lot easier."

  "Oh."

  "Friends?" he asked, sticking out his hand.

  Shilan looked at it for a moment as if confused and then shook it absentmindedly. "Friends."

  "Hey, I plan on going to dinner with Mike and Courtney. Want to come along?"

  "Uh, no," Shilan said. "I'm going to. I've got to."

  "Okay," Herzer said, waving. "See you when I see you. Bye."

  He walked over to where Mike and Courtney were waiting for him.

  "So, you gonna get lucky, again?" Mike asked.

  "Nope," Herzer replied. Now that his back was turned to Shilan he smiled evilly. "I told her I just wanted to be friends."

  Mike turned his own back and grimaced. "Ooo! Score one for guydom!"

  Herzer kept walking, forcing Courtney, who had put the boiler on the fire and was busy screwing down the pressure relief valve, to catch up to him.

  "You told her that you just want to be friends and you don't want to be friends?" she asked, furiously.

  "No, no, I told her that I want to be friends and I do want to be friends. But I also want to screw her brains out!"

  "Yes, yes, YES!" Mike said. "The shoe is on the other toe!"

  "Why didn't you just tell her?" Courtney asked.

  "What, and give her the opportunity to play me off against Cruz? That seemed to me to be where she was going. That or dangle me around like a little marionette. I don't know if that was what she was like before or if it's from what happened on her trip. But she was trying to play squeaky-toy with me already in the baths. No thank you."

  "Wow, that's almost as bad as a woman," Mike said, only to be punched in the shoulder.

  "Ah! You strike me to the quick, sirrah!" Herzer replied, grasping at his chest. "Tis not as wide as church door, nor deep as a well. But't'will do,'t'will do!"

  "You're both terrible," Courtney said.

  "That's why you love us, right?" Herzer replied with a smile.

  "HERRICK," a voice called from behind them. Herzer turned around and practically came to attention.

  "Ah, Sir. uh. Edm. Mayor Talbot!"

  "Rachel tells me that you played games in enhanced reality, specifically the Quest for the Third Throne. True?" Edmund said without preamble. But he did grace Courtney and Mike, who were standing by open-mouthed, with a nod.

  "Yes, Sir Edmund!"

  "Just yes will do," Talbot said with a chuckle. "You played it as a paladin. True?"

  "Yes. Mayor Talbot."

  "That requires riding. Did you use a horse?"

  "Yes, Mayor Talbot."

  "Specifically, that requires some pretty God-damned tricky riding for a paladin character."

  Herzer had a sudden clear flashback of falling into an endless chasm, as he went right and his wildly flailing, and neighing, mount went left off of a narrow foot bridge.

  "Yes, sir, I did."

  "And you used your mount throughout the quest?"

  "Yes, sir, I did."

  "Just Edmund. Did you complete the quest?"

  "Yes. Mayor Talbot, I did."

  "With your mount?"

  "Yes."

  "And how many tries did it take for you to get across the 'who is the son of a bitch who put this bridge here' bridge?"

  "I didn't know it had a name, sir," Herzer said with a laugh.

  "Yeah, I know," Edmund replied. "How many times."

  "Four."

  "How did you get your mount across?"

  "Made a sling out of the ropes. Winched it across the chasm, kicking and squealing."

  Edmund thought about it for a moment and then chuckled. "Jesus. What did you do, bring pack mules in with gear?"

  "More or less, sir."

  "Have you ever ridden a real horse? Or a mule for that matter."

  "Well, those were real horses, s
ir."

  "I mean one that wasn't kenned. One that was born and raised and broken to the saddle."

  "Once, sir."

  "Any problems?"

  "Not particularly, sir. Can I ask why you're asking?"

  "Okay," Edmund replied. "That will do it for me. We're doing the big hunt next week. Monday morning you need to report to Kane, the horse master, at the big corrals by the bridge while everyone else is spreading out to start the drive."

  "Oh, Lord," Herzer said. "I'm afraid that means I'm not going to be mucking out."

  "Oh, I'm sure there will be some of that. But we need horsemen to help control the animals and run messages. And you're on that detail!"

  "Yes, sir," was all Herzer could say.

  Herzer was muttering something under his breath as Edmund walked away.

  "Hey," said Courtney, kicking him on the ankle. "What are you saying?"

  " 'Shit, shit, shit I'm gonna die."

  Rachel looked up from her stew as her mother came into the kitchen. "Stew's on."

  "Thank you, Rachel," Daneh said, picking up a bowl and ladling some out.

  "How are you doing?" Rachel asked.

  "I've started throwing up in the morning," Daneh replied, sitting down. "But not all day, thank goodness."

  "Are you sick?" Rachel asked, alarmed. She couldn't imagine a worse situation for the town to be in than for their only trained doctor to have something incurable.

  "No," Daneh said, directly. "I'm pregnant."

  Okay, that's worse.

  "How? When?" Rachel asked then clapped her mouth shut. "Oh, Mother."

  "It's not the end of the world," Daneh said, taking a bite of the stew and nodding. "Not too shabby."

  "Mother!"

  Daneh sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Bad things happen. Bad things happened to me and they are still happening in a way."

  "What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, finally moderating her tone. She suddenly realized that she was in a real, honest-to-God "adult" conversation. And it seemed she needed to start acting like one. She suddenly wished her father was a girl. He would know what to say. "Am I going to have a little sibling? Or are you going to. do something about it?"

  "What?" Daneh snapped. "Do you know how to do an abortion? I certainly don't! And how, exactly, am I supposed to do it on myself? There's tansy, but from the sound of it it can kill you. So what am I supposed to do about this. thing that is growing inside of me?"

  "I don't know, Mother," Rachel said, quietly. "But from what I've been reading, childbirth is not a given thing. I mean, we've both got the. hips for it, unlike some. But. I mean, you're the doctor. If something goes wrong with you, what can I do?"

  "What can I do?" Daneh asked in exasperation. "I don't have any proper tools! I've never attended a body birth! There hasn't been one in a thousand years! What in the hell do I know about it? Why do you expect miracles from me?!"

  "Mom, I don't," Rachel said, choking a hot retort. "But you at least have some idea what is going on. I don't even know that."

  "Well, in that case, it's time you started learning," Daneh said after a moment of controlling her temper. "That's your new research project. Whether it's me, if I can't get rid of it somehow, or someone else. You're going to be the expert on the theory of childbirth."

  "Mom, I'm a virgin," she shouted, suddenly out of temper. "You want me to be a childbirth expert?"

  "Who better," Daneh replied with an evil chuckle. "At least we don't have to worry about you being out of commission. For the time being. I notice you've been spending a lot of time around Herzer."

  "Oh, Herzer," Rachel said, averting her eyes and picking up her spoon. "He's just a friend."

  "Right," Daneh snorted. "So was Edmund. And look what resulted from that."

  * * *

  Everyone was calling it the "Big Roundup" and the familiarization groups had been co-opted, along with just about everyone else in Raven's Mill, to participate. The reason for it was simple; hunters had confirmed that there was quite a bit of feral stock in the woods and much of it would be useable for the planned farms. The stocks of food were also dwindling faster than anticipated. The intent of the "roundup" was to push animals out of the forest and onto some of the open areas. There domestic animals that were useable would be separated and pushed into pens. "Wild" animals would mostly be either pushed on or killed in the area and preserved.

  To do this required a massive organization. The area that Herzer and Mike had worked on clearing, with the buildings that they had constructed, was intended as a giant slaughtering yard. Fences were being built, and more would be. When the time came groups of beaters would move through the forests pushing the game ahead of them. It was hoped that in this way sufficient farm animals could be gathered for all the farms that were planned. And since the protofarmers themselves would participate in the drive, there would be less of a stink about them getting the animals for "free."

  Two reenactors, a husband and wife from down the valley, had moved most of their herd of horses up the valley to Raven's Mill. The reason was simple. Shortly after the Net dropped, all the controls on wild beasts had been released. Besides attacks on humans this had resulted in even more attacks on domestic herds. After losing a foal to what was probably a panther and having a horse badly clawed by a tiger, they had decided to relocate.

  Horses were material and cost intensive. They needed either fodder or fairly large areas to graze. Although there had been nearly sufficient grazing at their home, it still would have been overgrazed by their large herds in the winter. But Edmund had agreed to cede a large pasture to them in return for using their horses as a base for the still nascent Raven's Mill cavalry. After thinking about it for quite some time-use as cavalry would mean some of their babies probably would not be coming home-they had agreed.

  Before that, though, the horses would play an important part in the roundup. Although they would not be able to move in the trees, the area that the game was going to be pushed into was a recently cleared area across the river from Raven's Mill. It was hoped that between the horsemen and various half-trained reenactors it would be possible to sort the different species and then hold them in herds for further disposition.

  The problem with that was there were not nearly enough trained horsemen.

  And thus Herzer's detailing by Edmund.

  As Herzer walked towards the corrals he looked the herd over. There were two distinct "types" of horses and he didn't know enough about them to know what breeds they were. One type was small and light-boned. When these trotted or reacted to the other horses they tended to trot with their legs held high, their necks and tails up. The trot looked like Bast dancing as the horses seemed to float across the ground.

  The other breed was much larger and heavier bodied but it had some of the same grace as the smaller. When these trotted it wasn't quite as showy, but Herzer noticed that the trot itself looked. smoother. It wasn't as dancing as the first ones. And these were definitely fast. He saw one of the younger horses, a beautiful red one that he knew was called "chestnut" for some reason, dash from one side of the pasture to the other, apparently from sheer high spirits, and he was very glad he wasn't on its back.

  There were two women and about ten men gathered by the fence to the pasture, looking at the herd and talking in low tones when Herzer walked up. The tallest of the men looked over at him and nodded. The man was wearing an outlandish period costume. From the feathered hat, topping graying brown hair that dropped halfway down his back, through the pointed mustache, and open, lace-front shirt to the thigh-high boots he was clearly a reenactor, but he also seemed to be in charge.

  "Good day, sir," Herzer said, looking out at the horses. "I'm looking for the horse master."

  The man grinned at that and laughed. "Well, I'm the owner of the horses," he replied. "And for my sins Talbot's put me in charge of rounding up whatever comes out of the woods. Now, I don't know if Edmund is aware of this but pigs don't herd worth a damn. Nor do de
er. And I've only this dozen riders, none of whom has ever tried to herd with horses. But if you're looking for the 'horse master' I guess that's me. Kane," he said, sticking out his hand.

  "Herzer Herrick," Herzer replied, sticking out his.

  "This is Alyssa my wife," he said, touching the shoulder of the blond woman next to him. She was thin and wiry with a friendly, sun-weathered face. She too stuck out her hand.

  "What can we do for you?" she asked in a furry voice.