He thought about grabbing a horse but decided that it would take more time and trouble than just walking down the hill.
As he entered the town of Raven's Mill, which was growing in all four directions, he could see a large crowd gathered around the three wagons that had come from the east, and he pushed his way through to the center without thought until he approached the first wagon, which had stalled for lack of room to move.
"Suwisa, you're a sight for God-damned sore eyes!" he shouted, clambering up the side of the wagon and enfolding the muscular driver in his arms.
"Why Edmund," the woman laughed, giving him a hug in return. "I didn't know you cared!"
"I've been trying to run this madhouse and simultaneously teach newbies who are as hardheaded as the metal they can't shape," he laughed. "So I'll admit it's a purely selfish reaction."
"I should have guessed," she replied with a grin.
"Hola Phil," he called to the man driving the second wagon. "Still selling the condemned mead?"
"Aye, enough to drown you in if you don't quit manhandling my wife!" the man called back.
"Let me get this cluster out of the way and get the wagons up to the forge. I assume you brought all your tools with you?"
"And spare anvils and a small forge," Suwisa replied. "And all of Phil's beekeeping supplies."
"Forges and anvils we have, tools we're lacking. And hives for that matter. We're going to have to have a long talk."
As he and a group of the newly forming guard force opened a path for the wagons, Edmund considered the priceless asset that had arrived.
He had known Suwisa for at least seventy-five years and had occasionally considered asking her to become his "apprentice." The problem with that was that by the time they became friends she was a master smith in her own right. He knew things about forming metal that she did not, but the reverse was also true and the level of his "mastery" over hers was an incremental thing. Just as an example, he mostly worked in "hot" forging with metal heated to brightness whereas she generally used preformed plates for "cold forging." He was undeniably superior at the first while she had a slight edge on him in the latter. She also concentrated on plate armor and decorative works while he specialized in blades. So it was more a matter of complementary styles than superior/inferior.
In the end he decided that if no appropriate apprentice made an appearance by the time he was getting too old to work the forge, he would probably "gift" it to her, along with Carborundum. He was pretty sure that they would get along, and judicious soundings had indicated that she had very few reservations about AI's.
But with the Fall and his increasing responsibilities, he had despaired of having anyone come along who could take over the training of the new smiths. Smithing was nearly as vital as farming in a preindustrial economy and the number of tools that they were going to need prior to the beginning of the planting season was staggering.
Furthermore, he knew that his personality was not at the best teaching raw newcomers to the trade, especially ones he hadn't carefully chosen. Suwisa was much more patient with the sort of hamhandedness he had been despairing of this morning.
He got the wagons up to the back side of town, just short of his house, left them with a couple of the guards and one of the pair's grown children, and led the couple up to the house. Suwisa looked at the expanded sheds and whistled.
"How many smiths do you have in this place now?"
"One," Edmund replied bitterly. "I'm the only one who has made it in yet, except you. I know that there were more in walking distance of the Mill, but some of the other communities are forming up as well and I guess they made it to them. Or they were on the other side of the world when the Fall hit."
"Who all has made it here?" Phil asked.
"If you mean of 'our' crowd, quite a few. But. well. you know most reenactors. They don't, actually, know diddly-shit about period life. Or, for that matter, preindustrial technology. And they're all happy to swing swords for a bit but then they want their meals served on silver platters."
"I won't disagree on that, but this is tough," Suwisa said. "Taking a few weeks to travel by wagon and sleep on the ground for fun is one thing. Having to do it for survival is another."
"I know," Edmund said, leading the way into his house. He waved them into chairs around the fire then poked it back to life and pulled out a jug of cider that had been warming by the coals. When he had them comfortable he continued.
"I know that things are tough," he continued. "But until one faction or the other of the Council wins, this is what life is going to be. And we have to make it as 'good' as we can within these parameters."
"Or until one side gives up," Suwisa said, taking a sip of the cider.
"I don't think that's going to happen," Edmund replied. "Paul is in too deep and is too. fanatical I guess is the best word. And Sheida thinks the world, even as devastated as it has become, would be worse off under Paul's unrestricted control."
"I don't know that I fault her there," Phil agreed. "We heard some really weird rumors on the way over here."
"You mean about Paul Changing people to fit the conditions of the Fall better?" Edmund asked. "We've heard the same. But it's always somebody's brother who heard it from somebody else."
"Doesn't Sheida know?" Suwisa asked.
"I haven't talked to her in two weeks, so I don't know if she does or not."
"So what do you want us to do?" Phil asked.
"Well, in Suwisa's case I want her to take over training all the apprentices and turning out metalwork," Edmund admitted. "I'm up to my ass in alligators every day and I have neither the time nor the patience to handle a gaggle of apprentices."
"Mallory and Christopher can help with that as well," Suwisa said with a nod.
"Right now it's all farm implements," Edmund warned. "Real blacksmithing. But in time we're going to need armor and swords. I'm still working on the guard force but the plan is to produce a professional military as well. And there's a training program starting so you're going to have to set up an orientation to blacksmithing, basically what the job of an apprentice is and a few tricks for farmers. Most of the people going through the orientation are going to end up farming."
"All right, and how do I get paid?" Suwisa asked.
"Right now the basis of what currency we have is food chits. You can use them to trade for meals in the chow-halls or you can get raw food to cook yourself. We'll figure out something equitable for your training time and, of course, you'll get paid for your finished materials. We haven't really got an economy beyond that and it's all based on Myron's supplies."
"This is going to be fun," Phil said. "That's an inflationary economy if I've ever heard of one."
"Well, yes and no. Most people get three food chits per day. If they starve themselves they have 'extra' money. Skilled artisans get four for days spent working on communal projects, and they can try to find materials to trade for more. But there's not much surplus floating around. So far, by restricting the chits we're both controlling the food supply, which is really important, and keeping the economy noninflationary. Sooner or later we'll get large enough we have to come up with a better system, but for right now it's working. There are too many other problems for me to want to knock it."
"Such as?" Suwisa said.
"You've heard about the bandits?"
"There was a group of five guys who tried to, I don't know, hold us up?" Phil said. "They had a few sticks and a knife. We pulled out three swords and a crossbow. They lost interest really quick."
Edmund chuckled for a moment then shook his head. "One of the things I'm worried about is that the small communities have all the food, and other goods but right now food is paramount. Sooner or later the bandit gangs are going to start banding together and attacking the towns. I want to be ready for them before they do."
"If there's one thing that reenactors can do it's swing a sword," Suwisa said with a gesture in the general direction of the town.
> "Not as well as they think they can and that assumes they have them," Edmund said with a frown. "Most of them started out from wherever they came from with a sword or a bow or a glaive of some sort. And most of them left them somewhere as well. They're heavy, don't you know?"
"Damn," Phil said, shaking his head.
"And, frankly, I'd rather have raw recruits than most reenactors with live blades. We're going to form a militia and everyone is going to learn at the minimum to defend themselves. But I want a professional military at the core. Two tiered for right now, longbow and line infantry, the line infantry based loosely on Roman legions."
"Why longbow?" Suwisa asked. "Crossbow is easier to train."
"Hmmm. a lot of reasons," Edmund replied. "Both of them have their pros and cons and you have to understand, despite the last week or so I'm talking with Sheida fairly often. I'm starting to get a grasp of what the strategic situation is and how it might fall out. So I'm thinking in terms not of days or weeks but of years of war."
"Shit," Phil said. "I'd hoped."
"You'd hoped this would be over quick and we could go back to our lives. I don't think that's what's going to happen. I'm not too sure we'll be able to go back to our lives even after the war is over. But we were talking about longbows."
"Okay."
"Longbows and crossbows both have their pros and cons. Some of them are universal and some of them were specific to the conditions. Okay, here's one: what's the only wood you can use for a longbow that is made in Ropasa?"
"Yew," Suwisa answered. "Well, okay, yew and ash. But you can use hickory. oh."
"Right. One of the reasons for longbow rarity in Ropasa was the lack of materials. Which meant a longbow cost a lot. And towards the end the Britons had to import all their yew from the Continent, which was a critical strategic fault in the system. But in Norau hickory makes an excellent longbow and it is widely available. Here, longbows can be made by anyone with a knife and some knowledge.
"Cons of the longbow are rarity of materials, we covered that, difficulty of training and the fact that you have to have very physically able persons to use it. That is, they have to be physically strong and in good shape, not sick.
"Taking the last first, we're not dealing with medieval peasants. The human of today, even those who are not Changed, are the result of multiple generations of tinkering. Do you know what 'dysentery' is?"
"Only from history," Phil said. " Diarrhea. 'Runny guts' as they used to call it."
"Right. The most common reason for dysentery was water that was contaminated with the giardia cyst. On the way here, did you drink from streams?"
"Sure, we always have," Suwisa said. "Why?"
"Did you get diarrhea?"
"No."
"That's because you're immune to the effect of giardia. Also the common flu, typhoid, syphilis and a host of other bacteriological and viral infections. We're born that way; it's bred into us. Just as greater strength, both for men and women, is innate. Women of today have the potential to be as strong as the average man was in the thirteen hundreds. And men have the potential to be enormously stronger. Furthermore, the basic. human material we have, now, from the refugees, is so much better than the average medieval peasant it doesn't bear discussion. Taller, stronger, healthier, everything that you need for the baseline of a decent longbow archer."
"Most of that relates to crossbows as well," Phil said, stubbornly.
"Except for height, yes," Edmund replied. "But the point is, it takes away one of the 'cons' of longbows. The next one is training. Well, I've seen people train to be competent, not expert but competent bowmen in four to six months. And as they continue to train they get better and better. By next fall I want to have a small but growing longbow corps. And in a few years I want it to be a large and growing longbow corps."
"But none of that touches on crossbows," Phil replied.
"Okay, what are the pros of longbows? They have a higher rate of firepower, for the same training, than crossbows. That is, they can put out nearly twice as many arrows in an hour and more for short periods. They are easier to manufacture; a trained bowyer with seasoned wood can turn out a longbow in an hour. And their training is identical to that for compound bows."
"You mean 'composite'?" Phil asked. "I'm not sure you want to use those. The glues we'd have to use to make horn-bows are hydroscopic. They're really only good in very dry conditions."
"Phil, I've been doing this for nigh on three hundred years," Edmund said, letting the first sign of exasperation through. "Give me the benefit of using the right term. No, I mean compound, the ones with the pulleys. You can use a bow that is nearly twice the 'standard' strength of a longbow with compound bows because the archer only takes the full weight of the pull for about ten percent of the draw and the 'hold' strength is a fraction of the full strength. But, right now, we don't have the logistics to produce them in quantity. However, in time we will. And then we'll have archers who can be easily cross-trained to bows that have five times the potential, in combination of pull and rate of fire, of any reasonable crossbow."
"Hmmm." was Phil's reply.
"Maneuvering is another problem with archers," Suwisa interjected. "Less so with crossbowmen."
"Not really, they both have the same problem," Edmund said. "Resupply. Archers going into battle have to have crates and barrels of arrows. Also spare bows and other things. I've got some ways to fix that as well. We'll use modern training techniques for them and for the line infantry and a four-thousand-year history of maneuver that wasn't conceived of for most of history and generally lost even after it had been developed."
"You've thought about this carefully," Suwisa said.
"As carefully as I can. There's more to it than that." He paused and wondered if he really knew Suwisa well enough to cover the rest but then shrugged. "Have you realized that this might be a multigenerational thing?"
"No," Phil said, then blanched. "That long?"
"If Sheida wins, and that's a big if, it might not be soon. I'm not even sure how to win this war, and I've studied every war in history. I'm having to juggle 'now' constraints while thinking about what the long term effect will be of everything we do. Take crossbows versus longbows. A longbow, as I said, can be made by anyone with a knife and some knowledge. There's plenty of game, so in a few years every farmer in the area will be trying his hand at bringing in the odd deer. I want them to have a template for the weapon to use. Because if we have a solid and large yeomanry of trained bowyers, having any sort of 'aristocratic' class arise will be difficult."
"Hard to be a lord when any serf with a grudge can knock you off the horse," Suwisa said. "Tricky."
"I'm trying as hard as I can to replicate postindustrial republics," Edmund admitted. "Making crossbows, especially good ones that can kill a knight, is a hell of a lot harder than making longbows. Or even compound bows. I want it to be understood at the core of the society that the right to weapons is a fundamental right. As long as you have a relatively law-abiding society, weapons in general ownership and use prevent tyranny from taking hold. Nothing else in history has ever managed it."
"There's a difference between a professional bow-man and a farmer who kills the occasional deer," Phil argued.
"Sure, but it's a difference of details, not the quantitative difference between a knight in armor and a serf with a pitchfork."
Phil shrugged reluctant agreement to that, then grinned. "You won't mind if I build crossbows, will you?"
"Not at all, as long as you sell them to anyone with money," Talbot agreed with an unusual grin. "We're just a small little outpost of civilization in world that's turning to barbarism. Historically, the barbarians tend to win. Not as long as I'm in charge."
"Okay, we'll build you your arms and armor. Just use it right," Suwisa said.
"Hey," Phil interjected. "You can get a superior bend to the bow with beryllium bronze! That means you can get nearly as good a loft out of a light crossbow as from a longbow! And ne
arly the firepower."
"Do you know how to cast beryllium bronze?" Edmund asked.
"No."
"Well, I do. But I'm not going to spend all my time doing casts for crossbows. Okay?"
"Okay," Phil said with a laugh.
"Speaking of casts," he added. "There's somebody you need to meet."
* * *
"I didn't know you were friends with any AI's," Suwisa said, mopping her face at the heat from the forge. "Hello, Carborundum."
"Well, there's a lot about me you don't know," Edmund replied. "How goes it, soulless fiend?"
"It's bloody cold is how it goes," Carborundum said. "And the Net is well and truly screwed. Your friend Sheida and Paul between them have put up blocks bloody everywhere."
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