1634: The Bavarian Crisis (assiti chards)

by Eric Flint

  Duke Ernst smiled back. "So. My question, then, should have been, 'How many additional draft animals will you need?''

  "'Prefab,' I take it," Hand commented, "is the reason that the closer we rode to Ingolstadt, the fewer trees we saw and the more stumps. Until we came within eyesight of the city and the river bank, at which point the forests were again undisturbed?"

  "Damned right."

  "With your permission, Your Grace," Hand said, "I believe that I would like to remain with General Baner rather than returning to Amberg with you. I would like to see 'prefab' in action."

  Duke Ernst nodded. "You are taking precautions, I hope. If we can march south on one of these, then, if things do not go well, the Bavarians can march north on them, too."

  Baner laughed. "Not if the bridges act as the models do. Let me show you." The room to which he led them was full of sluices and troughs through which water was flowing; sometimes slowly and lazily, bringing debris; sometimes pumped with great force. Many of them containing model bridges.

  "Test them, Your Grace. Push down. See what load they will bear."

  Duke Ernst complied. The spindly looking bridges were astonishingly strong.

  "Now," Baner said. "Now."

  Moving to the bridge that Duke Ernst had just been testing, a young man wearing glasses reached into the trough and grasped a string; pulled it. Almost at once, the bridge became sticks, floating away down the trough, piling up against a wire barrier at the end so that they did not float away. A teen-aged boy ran to seine them out of the water.

  The young engineer smiled. "It isn't quite that easy with a full-sized bridge, Your Grace," he said. "But not much harder, either. I have advised the general to guard the ropes very carefully."

  But Duke Ernst had wandered away. On a table next to the end of the trough, the teenager was rapidly putting the bridge back together. Every piece, every interlocking miniature support and plank, was numbered.

  ****

  Erik Haakansson Hand leaned over and said to Baner: "There's other help coming as well. The emperor ordered the big guns taken out of that ironclad that was half-sunk outside Copenhagen and sent down here. Those ten-inchers will make the world's most ferocious siege guns, you know. They're an independent command under a certain Colonel Schmidt. A very promising and upcoming young officer, apparently. Should have the walls of Ingolstadt reduced in no time, once they get here. That'll be a while yet, of course.

  The look of anxiety on the Swedish general's face was downright amusing.

  ****

  Planegg, Bavaria

  Duke Maximilian walked through the empty rooms of the castle on the Horwarth estate, followed by his secretary and the owner's steward. He had felt obliged to come. He had known Dr. Johann Georg Horwarth von Hohenberg, the father of the present Freiherr, well. Dr. Horwarth had died several years before, in 1626. During his lifetime, he had held many offices. He had led the joint finance committee of government and Estates which brought about the abdication of Duke Wilhelm V when the state was threatened with bankruptcy in 1597; he had been at Maximilian's side during the hard years thereafter. He had led several investigations when high officials were suspected of corruption.

  Now, however, Maximilian was beginning to wonder if, all those years, he had been misled. The warning signs had been there. Horwarth had not only been a bureaucrat, but also a scholar, with wide-ranging interests. History and classical philology. Those were usually safe enough. Also, though, astronomy and mathematics. His Tabulae Arithmeticae were, Maximilian understood, high valued by the kind of people who valued such esoterica. Additionally, although Maximilian had chosen to ignore it at the time, Horwarth had, for years, carried on an extensive correspondence with Johannes Kepler. He had encouraged the Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf to employ the man, had recommended his promotion. Had, although Horwarth was Catholic and Kepler was Lutheran, in spite of the difference in faith, served as godfather to one of Kepler's daughters.

  Duke Maximilian was afraid that he had been too trusting. Horwarth's son had provided hospitality for Landgrave Wilhelm Georg of Leuchtenberg. Albrecht and Mechthilde had been here just before they fled.

  He wandered into the magnificent library and thought wistfully of the wonderful Heidelberg library that Tilly had captured in 1622. More than eight thousand volumes belonging to the counts Palatine; it would have been a wonderful addition to the seventeen thousand or so books that the dukes of Bavaria had already collected. Briefly, in 1623, it had passed through Munich; he would have loved to keep it, part of the Wittelsbach heritage, just as the Palatinate's electoral vote was part of the Wittelsbach heritage. He had even ordered bookplates printed, enough for each of the books. His heart had been heavy when the papal nuncio had insisted that he send those magnificent manuscripts and printed books on to Rome.

  He looked around Horwarth's library again. The man who collected it had, possibly, been sympathetic to heresy; his son, Freiherr Johann Franz von Horwarth, who now owned it, could be reasonably suspected of treason.

  "Pack it up," he ordered the steward. "Send it to Munich, to the ducal library."

  Chapter 50

  Negotiationes Et Resolutiones

  Grantville

  The truck rumbled into Grantville. Someone had bent the rules about motorized vehicles; it was allowed to come directly to the presidential office. Followed, naturally, by any number of curious people who were wondering why the exception had been made.

  The ramp came down. First, the soldiers who would be trained as radio operators. Fully outfitted as soldiers, at the moment. Duke Ernst was quite thrifty; they had served as the guards on the way. Not that guards had been needed; the drive had been monumentally uneventful.

  Then Keith Pilcher, escorting an elderly woman. A down-timer. Not someone whom any of them recognized. Ed Piazza, coming out to greet her. Very respectfully. An influential down-timer, then.

  The truck pulled away, toward the funeral home lot. Cora, in the coffee shop, got on the phone. Maxine, first; then Mary Lou; then call the second St. Veronica's to notify Felser's widow.

  Annalise answered the phone.

  ****

  Annalise Richter, as it turned out, was just the person that Dona Mencia wanted to talk to.

  "Since I was coming in any case, you know. The Amberg Jesuits understand from Herr Hieronymus Rastetter, Frau Dreeson's lawyer, that the granddaughter holds a full power of attorney. And, of course, I should personally thank Mayor Dreeson, if possible, for the use of his chair. A true miracle of comfort. Not just the back that retreats. Not just the footrest that comes up. But, above all, the lever that lifts the seat beneath me when I must stand once more. I owe him great gratitude."

  "Henry will be delighted to hear it," Ed Piazza replied. "He likes the chair himself."

  ****

  "It is a settlement offer in regard to the land upon which the Amberg collegium is partly built," Dona Mencia explained. "In short, Fraulein Annalise, your grandmother wants the value of the land, they think. The land itself would do her very little good, since the former building was razed. The collegium 's dining hall sits directly above where your grandfather's printing business was once located; its library on the floor above that."

  Annalise nodded. She had seen a lot of redevelopment. Grantville had been undergoing constant redevelopment almost since the day she arrived.

  "It was the library that gave them the thought," Dona Mencia continued. "The other lady, Frau Simpson, talked a great deal about schools while the trade delegation was in Amberg. I did not meet her there…" Dona Mencia was very precise in her use of words; not for nothing was she the sister of a diplomat.

  "I did not hear what Frau Simpson had to say about schools during her visit to Amberg, that is. However, it is generally understood that both your grandmother's schools, the St. Veronica's Preparatory Academies, and this 'normal school' that Frau Simpson wishes to found are in the greatest need of books. Not so much for the children, but as training for the teachers
? Am I correct?"

  "You are," Annalise said, "right on the spot."

  "The Jesuit order teaches. That is its primary function, though it also does many other things. Its members have written many pedagogical works, suitable for the training of teachers. They are, however, all in Latin; thus, not suitable for people who are teaching very young children and village schools, people who often have no Latin at all. For whose training you do not plan to make Latin a requirement?"

  Annalise inclined her head. "We feel that while Latin will be a great advantage to the students, for the time being, it would be counter-productive to require all the potential teachers to acquire expertise in it. If we had suitable pedagogical works, they can teach many subjects at that level in German."

  "So." Dona Mencia segued into the subjunctive. "Would it be possible to reach an accommodation by which the Jesuit collegium in Amberg retains title to the land on which it is built, recompensing your grandmother by translating all of the pedagogical works of the order into German and printing them for the use of your schools in training their teachers?"

  Back into the verb forms of normal discourse.

  "It so happens that at present the Amberg collegium has an unusually high number of fathers in residence and an insufficient number of pupils to occupy them. In other words, they have a lot of spare time right now. That means that they could produce the translations quite quickly."

  "By September?" Annalise asked. "That is when Mrs. Simpson wanted to open the normal school. If so, I will accept the settlement offer."

  Dona Mencia knew where they were, now. This was a young woman who knew her own mind. Decisive.

  "In hopes that we could reach an understanding, two of the fathers have already begun translation of the titles most useful for understanding the ways in which small children learn. Only three, but that should be sufficient for a beginning. Those three can be ready by September."

  "How many different books in all? For what age groups?"

  ****

  "I understand that the wife of Admiral Simpson was finding some difficulty in locating space for this school in Magdeburg."

  Annalise raised her eyebrows. How had the Amberg Jesuits found that out? Through the grapevine, presumably. She had noticed, as a faithful member of St. Mary's, that the Jesuits who now provided most of its staff seemed to have a really healthy grapevine, roughly the diameter and height of Jack's beanstalk. Or maybe Mrs. Simpson had told Duke Ernst when they were talking about it.

  "I am not directly involved with the normal school project," she said rather carefully. "But, yes. I understand from the members of the committee in Magdeburg that there is no affordable space in the city. They had hoped to use part of the Gymnasium building this first year, but it is already over-enrolled. We would have to consult the committee there for further information."

  "Which, presumably, we can do, this very evening, using the radio?" Dona Mencia smiled at Ed Piazza. "You see, I have brought a second offer. And I rode from Amberg to Grantville, in the mayor's wonderful chair, in the company of a half dozen young men who wish to become radio technicians. They are all very enthusiastic about their newly chosen trade. I found myself becoming greatly enlightened about how radio works. And when it works."

  ****

  Magdeburg

  "It isn't," Carolyn Rush pointed out, "what Mary Simpson planned. On the other hand, Mary isn't here, she hasn't been here for several months, and nobody knows where she is. 'Last heard of in Bavaria' isn't much help."

  "Exactly what does this offer that Annalise Richter radioed up to us involve?" Vanessa Clements asked.

  "Well, back to money."

  The rest of them nodded. Carolyn always had her priorities straight.

  "Mary went off to try to pry some funding out of this Duke Ernst, Wilhelm Wettin's brother. Apparently she made some impact on him, at least. According to this offer that Dona Mencia de Mendoza brought to Annalise, and it's in writing, mind you, Duke Ernst agrees to provide funding for a normal school, but only on condition that it is located either right there in Amberg, where he is being Gustav Adolf's regent now, or somewhere in the Saxe-Weimar hereditary lands, rather than Magdeburg. 'So he can take a more personal interest in it,' he says."

  "Will a normal school in either of those places work?" Livvie Nielsen asked.

  "The real estate costs are likely to be a lot more reasonable than they are here in Magdeburg," Carolyn answered. "Even without the sweetener."

  "What sweetener?" That was Tiny Washaw.

  "There's a Jesuit college there in Amberg with more room that it needs. Annalise has negotiated a deal for the normal school to use their extra space for five years, with access to their library as well. There's a young man running it, right now." Carolyn paused to leaf through the sheets of transcribed Morse code that had been delivered to her that morning. "Balde, that's his name. Annalise says that he swallowed pretty hard when she stipulated that the normal school would be co-ed and they had to let female students into the library on an equal basis. Not to mention that it was nondenominational and they had to let Protestant students into the library. And all that stuff."

  "Mary wanted something glorious," Livvie said. "Not a sort of cobbled-together thing that's located in a very provincial city about as far away from here as a person can get and still be in the USE."

  "There is nothing to say," Vanessa said rather slowly, "that the USE will only have one normal school as time goes on. And, since we can't get in touch with Mary, we have to decide. She also wanted the normal school to open this fall. I think we all know that before this deal dropped in our laps, it just wasn't going to happen. No matter how hard we had been working on it. Nobody ever claimed that Fairmont State was Harvard, but it managed to educate most of the people in Grantville who have college degrees."

  Carolyn frowned. "Mary can work on glorious when she gets back. We've done the best that we can, without her political influence and without her contacts with the powers that be. If Gustav Adolf decides that he wants to have a normal school in Magdeburg once the war is over, he can provide the funds for it. For that matter, if the USE parliament as a whole decide that they want one in Magdeburg, they can provide the funds for it. Some day. Right now…"

  "Right now," Tiny interrupted, "it looks to me like a bird in the hand is a bird in the hand, and I don't see any bushes."

  "Very well," Vanessa said. "I think we have reached a consensus, so are we ready to vote?"

  The formalities taken care of, they got down to work. Recommended library holdings, course offerings, curriculum organization, lesson plans. Everything, all the things that they had worked on all summer. To be copied and sent to Duke Ernst as fast as possible.

  "Hey," Carolyn said suddenly.

  "What?"

  "Who's going to be running this operation?"

  ****

  Rome

  Father General Vitelleschi looked rather disbelievingly at the contents of the mail bag from Amberg. Which, he noted from the routing, had not been sent through the provincial house in Munich.

  A non-Catholic establishment for the training of elementary school teachers, male and female, to be located within the walls of a Jesuit collegium, was not something that he, or the Jesuit order as a whole, had planned for. It appeared to be something that, henceforth, they would have to deal with. He had better bring the matter to the attention of Cardinal Barberini; and Cardinal Barberini; and Cardinal Barberini. Not to mention to the attention of the pope.

  ****

  Grantville

  Keith and Maxine Pilcher were hovering a little anxiously. Jeff Adams was examining Dona Mencia's knees, shaking his head. "We just don't have anything that would help. No cortisone. We can send aspirin with her, for the pain. It will also reduce the inflammation somewhat.

  "Y'know Doc," Annabelle Piazza said. "I don't like to hear that."

  "I don't like to say it, either. It's just the way things are."

  Keith looked at Adams as he finis
hed with Dona Mencia. "When is one of those likely to hit Grantville, Doc? A diphtheria epidemic, I mean. Do we have quarantine plans, something like the lazarette that the Jesuits set up in their collegium? If it hits here, we can't be bringing contagious people into Leahy. Half the other patients won't have had it. Do you know what someone said to me at Cora's yesterday? 'It wasn't even plague.' Where does he get off saying, 'It wasn't even plague?' What do they mean when they say, 'It wasn't even smallpox?' We were burying two or three kids every day, plus a bunch of adults, for nearly a month. Amberg is not that big a town. Not as big as Grantville is, these days."

  ****

  "Okay, Ollie," Keith said. "That's it. The cartel is down; this is the list of the masters who want to open and rebuild; this is the technology they're going to need to make it profitable again; these are the proposed investment agreements that I've negotiated. Wish I could have done more, but that epidemic took a good chunk out of the middle of it, and then Cavriani and his kid hared off hunting for Mary and Veronica, Felser died, and I just had to sort of muddle through at the end."

  "Don't worry about it. All anybody can do is the best he can."

  ****

  "Max," Keith said to his wife. "I just don't see what you're getting so bent out of shape about. There's no point in tying your underwear in knots. Just because I'm the only person who went out with the trade delegation who has come back. Well, except for Toby and Lambert and I guess you're not counting them. So some sort of odd things happened. So what? I got things started so that the iron will be coming back into production. That's what Ollie wanted. That's why I went."