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  The day after, there was to be a hunt and Count Lambert invited me to go. I am famed for my ability as a huntsman and perhaps Lambert had heard of this. Perhaps also he did not know that I stood daily guard from matins to prime, but when your father's liege lord invites you to hunt with his liege lord, you go!

  So after duty, I went hunting rather than to bed. It was a good hunt and as Fortuna would have it, Sir Conrad took first blood on a winset. Being inept with the lance, he botched the job, only wounding the bison on the shoulder. Then he lost its trail entirely and even lost himself. In the end, I finished the animal and Count Lambert retrieved our crestfallen Sir Conrad.

  I missed the feast that night, falling asleep in bed still in my armor, but I was up before matins and at my post at the proper time.

  But within an hour, Sir Bodan relieved me and instructed me to attend Duke Henryk in his chamber.

  I had never before had conversation with so high a personage and I was nervous as I knocked on his door.

  "Come in, boy. Sit down and share a cup of wine with me." The duke was an ancient man, fully seventy years old. His face was lined and cracked and sunburned, his thick white hair brushed his wide shoulders and his huge white beard hung to below his finely tooled swordbelt. He was dressed all in purple velvet, heavily embroidered with fine gold wire.

  Yet there was nothing foppish or feeble about him. His bearing was robust, his arms still powerful and his eyes… his eyes knew all things.

  "Thank you, your grace." I made a full Slavic bow to him, on my knees with my forehead to the floor.

  "Up! Up child! No need for that nonsense when we're alone. I told you to sit."

  I sat and he filled a huge golden wine cup from a silver pitcher. He drank deeply and handed the cup to me took a pull as great as his and set the cup down empty.

  "Good! You drink as well as your father. If you're half the man he is, I'll expect great things from you." He refilled the cup.

  "I try, your grace."

  "You try right well. I know it's a hard thing to live up to, being the son of a great father. I remember him at the Battle of Fulnek. The Moravians had us outnumbered two to one, but Sir Jan led a charge that broke their line in half. It seems like yesterday… He took their first knight with his lance, splitting shield, armor, and breast bone. He rode on with the Moravian's shield still threaded on his lance and broke that lance on a second knight moments later, bashing him from the saddle to be trampled beneath our Polish chargers. Then he drew sword and cleared a swath through them as wide as he could reach, and his men behind him widened it. He broke their impetus and gave the rest of us time to regroup and charge the breach he'd made. We caught them on the flank, rolled them up like an old map, and the day was ours!"

  "I heard he was sore wounded in that fight."

  "Yes. It was before you were born, wasn't it? I saw a filthy peasant put a spear under his byrnie and into his gut. For a long time I feared for Sir Jan's life, but stamina and your mother's nursing carried him through. You know, I marked that peasant and when he turned up among the prisoners, I let all the others go, but him I hung for his impudence!"

  "Ali, you look so much like your father that you could almost pass for his twin, barring age. You have much of his skill-I missed your kill today but I saw the carcass. A single thrust, straight to the heart, on an animal maddened by Sir Conrad's clumsy blow."

  "Your grace, I heard that Sir Conrad had never before been on a hunt."

  "As did I-and that's odd, isn't it? A knight who could slay that almost invincible brigand, Sir Rheinburg, and singlehandedly wipe out his entire band; yet who never hunted an animal! Tell me, what do you think of him?"

  "That's hard to say, your grace. He's such a mixture of things. Half hero and half child; half craftsman and half poet; half warlock and half saint! All I can say is that I like the man and that I trust him."

  "Tell me, would you stay with him if you could?"

  "Well… yes, your grace, were it consistent with my duty and honor."

  "So. You missed tonight's feast.." I started to explain but he held up his hands. "I know you did right. It was your duty to be alert and on guard tonight; missing the festivities was the honorable thing to do. But know that during them, Count Lambert settled lands upon Sir Conrad. He leaves for them at dawn and I want you to go with him."

  "But, your grace… My duty here…" Dammit, I couldn't tell him about Annastashia!

  "Do not concern yourself. I will square matters with Lambert and your father."

  "But what is it that you would have me do?"

  "In truth, boy, I don't know. I, too, am uncertain about Sir Conrad. He could be the greatest good that has ever happened to Poland, or he could be the greatest evil. I only know that I would feel better if he had a trustworthy knight beside him, to protect him from harm and… and to let me know anything that you think I should know."

  "Then your desire is my command, your grace. I shall do my duty unto the death, if need be."

  "I know you will, my son. The blood of your father runs strong in you. Mind you, this is a privy conversation. Not one word of it to anyone save your father. Now to sleep with you. There's a long ride waiting at dawn."

  So my stay at Okoitz was to be cut short and when next I saw Annastashia, she'd likely be a peasant's wife with dirty children crawling around a smoky fire. I did not go straight to my room, but stopped in the great hall. The remains of the feast had not yet been cleaned up. I found a nearly full pitcher of wine, a cup, and a joint of cold meat. It suited my mood to eat and drink alone. Endings are such sad things.

  The lauds bell struck as I stumbled into my room and dumped my armor on the floor. I got into bed and found Annastashia already there. In an instant we were crying in each other's arms.

  "Sir Vladimir," she bawled, "I don't want to leave you."

  So much for Duke Henryk's secrecy, I thought. The girls always knew everything that was happening.

  "And I don't want to leave you, my love."

  "Your love? You never called me your love."

  "Perhaps because until this hour, I never realized how much I truly do love you."

  "Oooowww! Don't you see that that only makes it worse! I mean, why do we have to do what everybody else says? It isn't fair! Why do I have to leave because Lambert says so? I don't want to go anyplace else I"

  "Wait a moment, love. It is I who must leave and you who must stay."

  "But no! Lambert says that I must go with Sir Conrad."

  I am sure that my laugh woke half the castle.

  "And I shall accompany him as well!"

  Our joy was such that we got no sleep that night. At dawn we were packed and ready in the bailey before Sir Conrad got there. When he arrived, he was in the company of Krystyana and three other ladies besides. Indeed, it seemed that he had picked those who were most gracious of manner.

  "Well, Sir Conrad. It seems that our lord sends you out well provisioned."

  "Indeed. He is most generous. But why are you saddled up?"

  "I hoped to accompany you and help you guard these treasures."

  "More treasures than you know, Sir Vladimir." Conrad slung a pair of small, heavy saddlebags over his horse and lashed them stoutly to the cantle. "Your presence is needed, and I hope you'll come as my guest. It looks like I'm not the only one who needs you." He winked at Annastashia, for of course he knew of our relationship.

  The girls felt obligated to cry at leaving their families and homes, and Annastashia joined them in this even though her parents had been dead for a year. But in an hour their tears were dry and the joy of adventure was on them.

  Our company made a rich appearance on that clear morning. Conrad and I were in full armor on our chargers, our ladies well dressed on fine palfreys and we had three good mules loaded with provisions and clothing. Conrad took the lead with Krystyana at his side, so perforce Annastashia and I rode rear guard with the others between.

  After a few hours, I said, "Annastashia, do yo
u know where we are going?"

  "Why, to Sir Conrad's lands."

  "But where are those?"

  "Well, I suppose in that direction." She pointed forward.

  I found this location to be inadequate, and questioned my love more closely. I was amazed to learn that not only had she not the slightest concept of geography, but that this was the first time since early childhood that she had been out of sight of Okoitz. Her blind faith in me and Sir Conrad was touching, but I feel best when I know what I'm about.

  Our trail had been winding through a dense forest and the dangers of being taken unawares was such that I dared not leave my rear-guard post. But when we found ourselves among plowed fields, I spurred Witchfire to the head of the column.

  "Sir Conrad, I would speak with you."

  "You've picked a fine day for it. How can I help you?"

  "You know that I missed the feast and did not hear Lambert's settlement on you. Where are we going?"

  "That's a very good question. When we started, I didn't know myself. I've been worrying about it all morning. You see, I've been given a huge tract in the mountains south of here. There's an old coal mine on it that I hope to reopen. But there's not a building there, not so much as a shed, and we can hardly dump these girls in the middle of a forest."

  "Lambert gave you lands but no people? How odd. Perhaps my father could supply a few dozen peasants."

  "Well, thank you, but I'd hate to impose on a man I've never met. Anyway, there are plenty of people out of work in Cieszyn. I think our best bet would be to go there and put together a construction crew before going to Three Walls."

  "Three Walls?"

  "I've decided on the name because the valley we'll build in is boxed on three sides by high mountains. God has built three of our walls. We need only build the fourth."

  "A nice thought. Hmm… at this speed we'll not make Cieszyn by nightfall."

  "Right. The girls couldn't stay in the saddle that long anyway. I think we'll call on Sir Miesko and Lady Richeza for the night. There's a stream and a meadow an hour ahead. We'll break there for dinner."

  Sir Conrad's language was always colorful. At the meadow, we helped the ladies off their palfreys, unsaddled the mounts, unloaded the mules and hobbled all the animals save Conrad's Anna, who refused it. Conrad treated Anna as an indulgent father treats a favorite daughter, permitting her to race about the woods around the meadow. Only after she had completely circled the meadow twice, once near and once far, did she come in to drink and crop grass. It was just exuberance on her part, I know, but I had the uncanny feeling that she was searching for possible ambushers.

  I turned from these musings expecting to find the ladies preparing dinner, but the fact was that they could barely walk. Conrad himself was busily chopping wood and in a remarkably short time he had a merry fire going. He seemed to be enjoying himself, proud of his woodcraft, and made no suggestion that any should aid him.

  Yet seeing him indulge in this woman's work embarrassed the girls such that they limped up and took over the preparation of food from him, which left him free to join me lying on the grass.

  He was silent for a while, so I said, "Share your thoughts, my friend."

  "Well, I'm thinking about that coal mine. It's filled with water and we'll need some sort of pump to empty it."

  "Another of your windmills?"

  "I don't think so. The valley is surrounded by fairly tall mountains with only a small entrance between the two cliffs. There won't be much wind there."

  "It sounds easily defended."

  "There is that advantage. But pumping that mine is going to be a problem. Wind power is out. There is no stream, so water power is impossible. Animal power? The area is heavily forested and it will be years before we're self-sufficient in food. Importing animal feed would be expensive. But, if we have coal, I wonder if we couldn't come up with a crude steam engine. Pistons, cylinders, and high-pressure boilers are well beyond us, but perhaps a condensing steam engine…"

  "Sir Conrad, you have lost me again. Please explain how it were possible to raise water with vapors."

  "Let's see… I've explained that matter exists in three phases: solid, liquid, and gas. If you heat a solid enough, it melts. If you heat a liquid enough, it boils."

  "That much is obvious."

  "Okay. Now ordinarily the gas phase is much larger than the liquid phase. A given amount of material takes up much more room."

  "I'll take that on faith."

  "You don't have to take it on faith. You have observed it! You've watched a pot boiling. Look there, where the girls are cooking. Steam is going out of the pot, overflowing it. Further, that steam was once water, as, is proved by the way the water level in the pot gets lower as more steam goes out."

  "I said I believe you!" I sat bolt upright.

  "You said you had faith! What I tell you about science should never be taken on faith! Each and every step should be proved by direct observation. I am trying to teach you how to understand and manipulate the physical universe. I am not trying to teach you a religion! That's not my job!"

  "I'm sorry, Sir Conrad. Please continue." He has such a temper! I think he doesn't drink enough wine.

  "No, I owe the apology, Sir Vladimir, and in fact there is a certain religious aspect to science. You see, God made all beings, all things, the whole of existence. He is the Grand Planner, the Master Designer, the Chief Engineer. When we study the world around us, we are studying His works, His thoughts. It's almost blasphemy to ignore that and have faith in the words of a mere man."

  I lay back down. "Now, that is a remarkable thought! That it were possible to study the mind of God by observing His works-in the same manner that I have studied your mind by observing your mills and looms. Incredible!… I think that it will take me a long time to absorb it."

  We were silent for a while and then our ladies called us to dinner. They were still walking stiffly and were not at all cheerful.

  "Why such downcast faces?" I asked.

  "My love, it is not my face which is troubling me," Annastashia replied.

  "Well, cheer up! We shall be at Sir Miesko's in four more hours."

  "Four more hours!" came five simultaneous feminine cries.

  "Well, I'm sorry," I said. "But there's nothing for it. The fault is all in those sidesaddles you persist in using. With the possible exception of teats on a stallion, they are the stupidest things imaginable. There is nothing to keep the rider in place but the horse's good intentions, an untrustworthy thing at best. Look at that rig! The rider must sling her right knee over a knob designed to numb her leg, put her left foot into an inadequate stirrup and then put her right toe under the back of her left knee to obliterate sensation in that member as well. Its sole purpose seems to be to permit a woman to ride while wearing a dress and destroying her body."

  "Well… what are we supposed to do about it?"

  "Don't ask me, my love. I am taxed to my abilities being a fighter and a lover. Sir Conrad is our master of technical devices."

  Five pairs of eyes turned on Conrad.

  "It's obvious. Put on pants and ride on a man's saddle."

  "That's scandalous!" Krystyana said. "The very thought that a lady would be seen in a man's clothing…"

  "Then there's the key word, pretty girl, 'seen.' Make an outfit that looks like a woman's dress but functions like a man's pants."

  "Uh… I don't follow you."

  "Take one of your dresses. Slit it hem to crotch in front and behind. Sew in a fold of cloth between them. If you're careful about it, you can make it look acceptable but still be able to fork a horse."

  The girls looked at each other anxiously and then grew a communal grin.

  Suddenly, Krystyana said, "But how would you get into it?"

  "Well… you could make it in two pieces, top and bottom, blouse and skirt; or you could slit it down the front and button it up like one of my shirts."

  The grins returned.

  "But that's not g
oing to get us to Sir Miesko's. You girls clean and pack the gear while we saddle the horses."

  The sun was still high when we arrived. Sir Miesko was out inspecting his fences, but Lady Richeza. greeted us well. She is easily the most courteous and gracious woman in Christendom. She was common-born, like my Annastashia, and seeing her well-run household gave me visions of my own domestic bliss. But Sir Miesko was base-born as well, and knighted on the battlefield for valor. He was not faced with a heroic father and twenty generations of nobility.

  Sir Conrad was talking intently with Lady Richeza.

  "Yes, Sir Conrad, Gretch arrived safely and the girl's a wonder! This new mathematics of yours is a fascinating thing. I have no doubt that we'll have a dozen good instructresses by Christmas."

  "And how about the schools?"

  "It goes well. Eight villages are fully committed, and by winter I think that the problem will be the lack of educated teachers."

  "A dozen the first year is better than we had hoped. Textbooks?"

  "We've made a start, buying supplies out of Cieszyn. But at the rate it's going, we won't have four dozen sets in time."

  "That's skinny. Haven't you heard from Father Ignacy?"

  "Not yet. But there was a delay in finding a merchant going to Cracow."

  "Well, if you don't hear from him in a few weeks, inquire about professional copyists in Cieszyn."

  "But that's expensive, Sir Conrad, and we're already close to your budget."

  "Well, going over budget is not as bad as blowing the whole project. We need the books."

  "Excuse me, Sir Conrad," I interrupted. "What is all this about?"

  "Lady Richeza and I are organizing a school system. We'll have a dozen schools going next winter, from Christmas to spring planting."

  "Schools? To teach what? To whom? By whom?"

  "Schools! Reading, writing, and arithmetic for starters. For Lambert's people. By Lady Richeza`s gallant ladies."

  "For the peasants? With some peasant women teaching them?"

  "Sir Vladimir. May I point out that you show all the signs of being in love with a lowly peasant? That you are under the roof of a man who was born among these unfortunate people? And, while I am at it, that in the long run, the truly important thing is that women bear children and raise them properly-which includes education-and that the best that we males can do is to support them in that function? Now start apologizing and start with Lady Richeza."