by Eric Flint
Amy's eyebrows started climbing up her forehead. "You jumped his bones, didn't you? All right, girl! It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"
Colette nodded. "Yes, we made love. And it was the first time since Etienne."
Colette flopped on the bed. "And it was very, very good."
Amy laughed. "So how many times did you . . . what was it Shakespeare called it . . . the little death?"
Colette smiled dreamily. "I don't remember. At least, if I am with child it will be a boy."
Amy cocked her head. "What?"
Colette waved her hand. "It is often said that for a child to be a boy, the woman must have an orgasm during the lovemaking."
"Well . . ." Amy laughed. "Did he propose this morning?"
Colette grinned. "That would be difficult since I left before he woke up."
Amy looked at her through her eyelashes. "Damn, girl. Men are most vulnerable when they're just waking up after sex. Now you have to start over from scratch. He did tell you he loved you, though. Right?"
Colette smiled. "We didn't exchange a lot of words last night. We made love and then fell asleep."
Amy looked at her critically. "I'm surprised you're able to walk. So what now?"
"Now, I think. . ." Colette grinned a bit. "It really is Josh's move."
They didn't have long to wait. The phone rang. Amy answered it. She handed the phone to Colette and mouthed It's him.
"Hello?"
"Colette, can you come home?" Josh asked. "We need to talk." His voice seemed cool.
"Certainly, Josh. I'll be right there."
"And Colette?"
"Yes?"
His voice turned soft. "I love you."
Her heart sang. "I love you, too, Josh."
"Oh," added Josh, "and bring little Miss Matchmaker with you. I'm sure she'll want to see the fruits of her labor."
* * *
Both Colette and Amy saw that the curtains were closed when they reached the house. They walked into the living room. Several lit candles were spaced around, giving the room a soft glow.
"Josh?" Colette's voice sounded nervous.
"Be right there. Have a seat on the couch, please."
Amy and Colette sat down. When Josh walked in he was holding something behind his back.
Josh switched to French. It is the better language for this.
"Colette Dubois, I have loved you from the first day I saw you in the parish hall. I tried to tell myself that it couldn't happen, that love at first sight is impossible, an illusion. But it isn't. I want to share my life with you, and be a part of yours."
Josh brought his hand out from behind his back and got down on one knee. In his hand was a wide-mouthed brandy snifter with a flower floating in water. On the flower was a diamond ring.
"Will you marry me?"
By then both Amy and Colette were crying. In the back of his mind he could hear his grandfather's voice. "Good job, boy. Good job."
Through her tears Colette smiled. "Yes, Josh, I will marry you."
* * *
Five minutes later they had their first fight.
"Lawyers!" Josh stomped around the room. "We don't need any stinking lawyers!"
"It's customary," Colette said stiffly. "I made a mistake with Etienne, I was young and immature. But we each must hire an attorney to negotiate our marriage contracts." Colette's voice softened. "Please Josh, this is important to me."
Josh sighed. "Tell you what, we can play a game of chess. Whoever wins gets their way."
Colette laughed. "I have a better idea." Her eyes turned smoky. "A wrestling match. Whoever dies the little death the most, wins."
Colette turned to Amy. "Would you mind waiting on the porch for Colas? Josh and I need some privacy to discuss this." She grabbed Josh's hand and began leading him into the bedroom.
Colette won. Josh found he didn't mind losing at all.
What he did mind, however, was that Colette insisted on real negotiations for their agreement. And that, while negotiations were going on, Colette felt it would be unfair to sleep with him since it might affect his judgment.
Wonderful, he grumbled to himself. I rediscover how great sex can be with a woman I'm in love with, and she cuts me off.
Fortunately, the negotiations only took five days. Father Mazzare, rather ruefully adapting to the times in which Grantville found itself now, abbreviated the six months of premarital counseling that had become standard up-time to what he could fit into calling the banns on three successive Sundays. On September 10, 1631, they were the first persons to be married in St. Mary's church since it was renamed.
* * *
"No, no!" shouted Henri. "Thrust, not slice! And watch your balance! You look like a headless duck flapping its wings!"
Colette smiled. A brief scuffle with ruffians in Erfurt on their honeymoon had prompted Josh to seek Henri's assistance in learning the proper modes of seventeenth- century combat. Henri had arrived back in Grantville in early September. He had also brought the first disbursement of Simon Dubois' estate, some two thousand guilders.
Colette turned back to her conversation with Amy. "So you don't like this Walter Miller?"
In July Greg Ferrara had convinced Amy to become an apprentice chemistry teacher at Grantville High School. What he had not told her, however, was who the teacher she was apprenticing with would be.
Amy rolled her eyes. "God, the man belongs in a geriatric ward! He actually fell asleep in sixth period yesterday!"
"What about Alexandra?" Colette smiled. Alexandra Selluci was the other new chemistry teacher at the high school.
"She's not too bad," Amy said. "I think I could actually learn something from her. I told Tonya today that we have got to switch at the end of the quarter. No way I'm putting up with Miller for an entire semester."
Colette looked over at the stove. "So how does the chicken look? I'm getting hungry." Colette had never learned to cook. Even when her mother had been alive Simon Dubois had hired servants to do both the cleaning and cooking.
Amy opened the oven door for a quick peek and then closed it. "Looking good. I just wish we had more spices."
Most of the spices available in Grantville when the Ring of Fire struck had been either used up or were being hoarded by cooks unwilling to part with them. This was particularly true given the fact that many spices taken for granted in the twentieth century were very expensive.
Colette moved to set the kitchen table and glanced back at Amy. "Where's Bart? Still working at the foundry?"
Amy nodded. "Yup, since he helped Josh get the two beehive ovens and the shell of the crucible steel building up, he's spent all of his time on getting the cupola furnace and the foundry started. He's got some partners for that, but they don't know much about casting. The smelting season is about to start and he wants to be ready in case they can get some cast iron from the local blast furnaces."
At that moment they heard Bart's voice in the living room. "Hello, anyone here?"
"Back in the kitchen, Dad. Is Mom coming?"
Bart walked into the kitchen and shook his head. "Nope. Colette Mora got sick at the café and Sebastian begged her to come in and help. Business is picking up for them."
Amy opened the oven door again and smiled at what she saw. "Chicken is ready. Better call the boys, Colette."
* * *
After dinner, conversation turned to the major topics of the month . . . Breitenfeld and business.
"I really don't see how our arrival could have changed the outcome at Breitenfeld," Josh pointed out. "Gustavus Adolphus will win and Tilly will be driven from the field. But the farther away in time we move from the Ring of Fire the more likely things will change, especially as we begin interacting with people outside Thuringia."
Colette nodded thoughtfully. "So my letters to Annette, my uncle, and Marie de Gournay will change history?"
"How could they not?" Amy asked. "In our history you were probably killed, from what you told me. Things are going
to be way different now that we're here. And that probably means that a lot of the people who were born in our history, even the famous people, won't even exist in this universe. No Newton, no Einstein . . . nobody we're familiar with who was born after the 1630's."
Colette sat up in dismay. "But that means no Euler!"
Bart laughed at the expression on Colette's face. "Right, no Euler. Who's Euler?"
Colette glanced around the table. Every single person had a blank look on their face. She sighed.
Jerry Calafano had loaned her numerous books on mathematics including biographies, textbooks and problem books. She had spent hours each day reading, problem solving and pondering the mathematics of the future. Of all the mathematicians she had read about, she most identified with Euler. Not because she thought she had the same genius, but because Euler had seemed to love all of mathematics as she did, for the mere ability to challenge the mind.
"Euler," Colette said, "was the most famous mathematician since Archimedes. He averaged more than eight hundred pages of manuscript a year. Even when he lost his eyesight in 1771 he still kept publishing, dictating his thoughts to a secretary." Colette shook her head sadly. "No Euler. I will miss him."
Josh laughed. "Colette! He hasn't even been born yet!"
"True, but still . . ." Colette got a thoughtful look on her face.
Oh oh, thought Josh, I'm beginning to understand that look. "Colette, what are you scheming?"
Colette's face turned innocent. "Scheming? Nothing. Just thinking that I must do something to make sure people do not forget Euler in this universe." She patted Josh's hand. "Do not worry my husband, it will not affect us."
Colette was seldom wrong in her judgment. But Josh would remember the conversation later in life and point to it as a clear sign that there were times when she was not infallible.
The remainder of the dinner conversation centered around their various businesses.
"Well, I've got an idea for a name for the crucible steel business," Josh said. "I found a reference to a Pittsburgh firm that was one of the biggies. What do you think of Black Diamond Steel Corporation?"
Colette frowned. "I like diamond, and steel makes sense, but black is not good. People will think of death."
"What about blue?" Amy asked. "My favorite color."
Colette shook her head. "Too French. You will turn off the Germans."
Bart grinned. "How about yellow? I like yellow."
Colette shook her head again. "Too Swedish. All the Catholics will refuse to buy from you."
Amy laughed. "God, Colette. Is there any safe color?"
Colette thought for a moment. "White. White is a good color. Pure. Bright. The color of leadership."
Josh smiled. "White Diamond Steel Corporation it is, then."
"What about this inn you're planning on Clarksburg? Got a name for that yet?" Amy asked.
In their pre-nuptial agreement Colette and Josh had agreed to establish an inn using the two houses on Clarksburg. Money from Colette's inheritance would be used to renovate and maintain the properties and profits would go into a joint account.
For several minutes names were bandied about, but no one seemed satisfied. Colette had a thought. "We were planning to have chess club meetings at the inn when it opens, correct?"
Many members of the parish chess club were too busy with work to have time to play chess. So, Colette and Josh had started the Grantville Chess Club back in July.
"Yeah," Josh said. "We should have enough space since we're building the addition with two stories like you suggested. Why?"
"Échecs de la dame enragée," murmured Colette.
Josh laughed. "Perfect!"
Amy looked puzzled. "Chess of the madwoman?"
Colette shook her head. "No, no, it translates better as 'Chess of the Maddened Queen.' It was the name for the modern chess that we play. It was introduced in 1580 in Italy, some say, and everyone in Europe loved it, except for the Russians. So we will call our establishment . . ."
"Inn of the Maddened Queen!" blurted Amy. "I like it! And we all know who the Queen of the inn is going to be, don't we?" She grinned.
Josh smiled. "Are you sure we shouldn't call it Inn of the Maddening Queen instead?"
Colette hit him.
* * *
That night Colette dreamed. In her dream the souls of dead mathematicians and dead scientists flashed by her, vanishing into a stygian abyss. There were thousands, but a few she recognized because their names appeared in bright red above their heads.
Newton. Leibniz. Bernoulli. Bohr. Einstein. Euler. With nothing but her will she tried to keep them from vanishing, but it was useless. In her dream she cried tears that turned to diamonds that flowed into the abyss. Suddenly a light appeared in the abyss. As it drew closer she saw that it was the figure of a man dressed in brilliant white holding a steel crucible. In the crucible were her diamond tears.
"Can you save their souls?" Colette asked.
The man in white smiled. "No, but you can. No soul is ever lost to me so long as their name echoes through the corridors of time. That will be your mission, my daughter. Let their names echo through the corridors of time. Do you accept this mission?"
Colette nodded. "I do."
The man in white placed his hand on her head. "When you are ready, I will send you a messenger. Your name for this mission shall be . . . Crucibellus."
When Colette woke the next morning she remembered the dream. Crucibellus, she thought. It could mean so many different things. Perfect crucifixion. Tormented warrior. Torture of war. Crucible. Still, it was euphonious. She decided she liked it.
* * *
It was late November. Colette was in her office on the second floor above the common room of the Inn of the Maddened Queen when someone knocked on her door. She was going over the accounts of the inn and was happy to see that the inn was already making a profit. Not a large profit, it was true, but still a profit.
"Yes? Who is it?"
"John Dury," said a voice. "May I come in?"
"Sure, come in." When Dury entered Colette motioned to a chair next to her desk. "How can I help you, John?"
John Dury was an idealist. He had attended the Leipzig Colloquy in the hope of uniting all Protestants in a common front behind Gustavus Adolphus, but his hopes had been dashed. In July he had begun to travel around Germany trying once again to convince Protestant princes that the unity of all Protestants was the only means through which the Habsburgs could be defeated. In early November he had heard about a strange colony of Englishmen in Thuringia who had supposedly arrived from the future and decided to investigate.
When he stopped a stranger on the streets of Grantville and asked him where he might find lodging, the stranger looked him up and down and asked, "You interested in a good time or some peace and quiet?"
Dury had smiled. "Peace and quiet sounds nice."
"Then try the Inn of the Maddened Queen. It's on Clarksburg Street."
Dury had been very pleased with the accommodations at the inn. The rooms were spacious and the linens were clean and fresh. There was a fireplace, as well as a number of cozy chairs and couches in the common room. Several chess games were ongoing at all hours of the day and there were always guests around to engage in pleasant conversation. Bread, cheese, and wine were provided for guests in the evening.
It was there that he met Colette Modi, co-owner and manager of the inn. They struck up a conversation over a game of chess and he listened in fascination as she told her story of how she came to be in Grantville. Later that day he met her husband and it was clear that the love they felt for each other was deep and lasting. Over the next two days Colette and Josh Modi explained much about Grantville. He had been most impressed by Grantville High School since he had long been an advocate for education reform.
The day he was to depart he felt moved to return the kindness that had been extended to him. "Perhaps I can help you, Colette. Do you remember yesterday when you told me that you had
prepared a manuscript on the mathematics of the future?"
Colette nodded, her eyes suddenly bright.
"Well, one of my friends is Samuel Hartlib. I think he would be interested in publishing such a manuscript. Samuel is endeavoring to be what is called an Intelligencer, someone who communicates new science and new ideas to others around Europe."
"That would be fine," Colette said. "I want anyone to be free to copy my manuscript. And this would be the first of eleven. Do you think he would still be interested?"
