* * * *
Three servants admitted to having passed through the corridor shortly before the alarm was roused. All three denied having seen any men. They maintained these denials even under strict questioning, which was very disappointing.
One stated that she had seen two women, but had not particularly noticed them. In any case, they had not been near the door to the archduchess' apartment, but had been walking, quite slowly, close to the far end. She had only seen them from the rear.
"Two women?" one of the guards asked. "If they came from here, which two?"
"No way to tell." His companion shook his head. "Only a few people came into the archduchess' apartments during the day. Doña Mencia de Mendoza was certainly present, but we know that she escaped with the three men. All we can say, really, is that they may have been two of the archduchess' female attendants who are not still here. If, of course, they were not just two tired servants, walking slowly at the end of the day."
It was scarcely feasible to question every servant in the Residenz about every corridor. It was a large building; with the wedding preparations, there had been a great deal of coming and going that did not follow the ordinary daily routines.
* * * *
It was early in the morning, even for a meeting of the Bavarian privy council. "Is this really all that they have been able to find out?" Duke Maximilian was clearly displeased.
Duke Albrecht, who had been recalled to the privy council meetings more or less on sufferance, looked very uncomfortable. "Yes."
"We are not pleased."
They were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. The duke's secretary motioned for a servant to open it. The court physician stood there, holding his hat. Impatiently, Maximilian beckoned him in.
"Your Grace. I would not be here if it were not important. I am very sorry to inform Your Grace that Father Contzen did not survive the night. If Your Grace could direct the Hofmeister to coordinate with the Jesuits in regard to the requiem mass and whether there shall be a procession?" His voice trailed off.
The duke looked at his secretary. "Let it be done." The secretary left immediately. Maximilian stood up.
"This meeting is adjourned. I am retiring to my oratory and do not wish to be interrupted. By anybody, for any reason. Father Forer, I will have you called when I need you. The rest of you may leave."
* * * *
The funeral was elaborate. Duke Maximilian ordered that all of the food prepared in expectation of the wedding be presented to the poor in Father Contzen's honor. That the clothing prepared in expectation of the wedding festivities be sold, and the proceeds given to the poor in memory of Father Contzen.
He attended the obsequies in the role of chief mourner. The next day, he directed that the apartments that were being prepared in the Residenz for a new duchess and her household were to be permanently walled off from the remainder of the building. They were to be occupied by an order of fully cloistered contemplative nuns, whose time was to be devoted solely to prayer for the repose of the soul of the late Duchess Elisabeth Renata.
The news from Ingolstadt was not good. Colonel Farensbach had been detected in communication with the enemy, with an intention to betray the fortress to General Banér. Since he had been the duke's personal choice as the new overseer of the garrison and the town's security, this was, to say the least, embarrassing. It certainly had not improved Maximilian's overall mood.
Chapter 45
Momentum, Utilitatum, Pretiumque Communicationis
Banér's Camp, outside Ingolstadt
"He rode up to a sentry, holding his hands out," Mark Ellis said. "All weapons sheathed. Said that he had important messages to send to the USE and needed permission to use General Banér's radio."
"And you are telling me," Dane Kitt asked, "that he's just been sitting in your tent ever since?"
"Well, I tried to get him in to see Banér's adjutant, but I haven't had any luck. I thought that maybe you would do better. And he doesn't speak English." Mark Ellis shrugged.
"I'll see what I can do." The two of them paced across the camp toward the adjutant's shelter.
Dane had managed to talk their way into the adjutant's tent. Not without promising, on his parents' behalf, a few things about weapons that he was not by any means sure that they could come up with on the proposed time schedule.
"Look," Mark was saying with frustration. "He's not going to sabotage the radio. We can make sure of that. He's not even going to lay hands on the thing. He's going to be saying the message out loud. The operator—our operator—is going to be sending it to some other USE government operator. Someone at that end will be deciding whether or not the information is good. What's the damned hang-up?"
Finally, the adjutant agreed to see the man.
"Look on the bright side," Dane said. "At least, he came into the camp at noon. This is as fast as the operator would have had a window to transmit, even if he'd been welcomed right away. Good thing that it didn't drag out any longer, though; we'd have had to wait until tomorrow morning."
Once in the presence of the person who could authorize use of the famous radio, the messenger started to talk.
He had been sent by Herr Veit Egli, who was a merchant's factor in Neuburg. He was authorized to say that.
The merchant for whom Herr Egli was a factor was Herr Leopold Cavriani. He was authorized to say that.
"Hey, wait a minute," Dane said.
Mark nodded. "Cavriani. That's the guy who was in Amberg this spring with Keith Pilcher and them, negotiating about iron. He really is as thick as thieves with a lot of the people up in Grantville, and that includes Ed Piazza. This could be for real. Let's just hope that our dear old principal is awake and around."
The adjutant nodded to the radio operator, who started transmitting.
The messenger wished to make it known that he was merely delivering this information and did not take any personal responsibility for its content.
* * * *
Grantville, State of Thuringia-Franconia
Ed Piazza intervened personally in the transmission. "Kitt, Ellis, are you there?"
"Yup, both of us."
"Is there somebody standing over this man with a sword and a threatening expression, looking like he might carve his guts out any minute?"
"Two of them, actually. But one has a pistol."
"Well, tell them to back off and let the man talk. I have a feeling that he's afraid that they're inclined to kill the messenger. Which makes me hope that the news isn't bad."
* * * *
Ed got home, took his shoes off, grabbed a sandwich, and went upstairs to sit on the bed with his feet up, so he could undertake his analysis of the transmission at leisure. First, four quick phone calls, to two sets of parents, a wife, and a fiancée, with assurances that Dane and Mark had been on the radio from Ingolstadt two hours ago and they were both just fine as of that date. Then, try to make sense of the message from Ingolstadt in a little more comfort than his office provided.
(1) In Munich, the English ladies had left their house. Nobody knew why, or whether they were elsewhere in the city or had left it. This was generally known and would probably appear in the newspapers and diplomatic despatches within one or two more days.
Ed mentally corrected "ladies" to "Ladies." They weren't directly relevant to Grantville, so why had Cavriani's factor listed them first? Mary and Veronica had been interned in their house in Munich, but... Wait a minute. Back when he took that adult class in church history, when he first took over the CCD classes at St. Mary's, St. Vincent de Paul as it had been then, he'd heard something about English Ladies.
"Annabelle," he called.
His wife trotted up the stairs from the kitchen where, finally, at nine o'clock at night, she had started to wash the dishes.
"Do you remember anything about English Ladies from that 'how to run a CCD program' class that we took?"
"Just that they were mentioned. Why?"
"Not sure. But
I think that this could be important. Could you try to find out something about them for me?"
"I could call Elaine Bolender and see if she could meet me at the State Library."
"They exist in the here and now. You might try the rectory, too."
"I'll do what I can." Annabelle abandoned the dishes. They could wait. They had already waited for two days. Not that there were many. She had been so busy that they were living on sandwiches and fruit or take-out from Cora's. She had been sturdily resisting the idea of getting a maid, but one of these days, she was going to have to give in. There were just too many other things to do for her to keep this house in shape.
Upstairs, Ed moved on to the next point.
(2) The two Grantville women who had been interned with the English Ladies were also gone. It was not known whether they had left with the Ladies or separately; it was not known whether they had left the city or remained inside it. There was no indication that they were in the hands of either the duke or the inquisition.
Ed looked at that. He was really glad that Stearns had this. And Nasi, which amounted to the same thing. He had it sent on as soon as it came in. Stearns could tell Simpson. Simpson hadn't been taking all of this very well. In his world, men were supposed to go out and fight wars, leaving their wives safe and secure at home. Mary had been turning his whole world topsy-turvy this summer. Ed couldn't really blame Simpson. He knew how he would feel if Annabelle were out there, somewhere, in trouble, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
So what was he supposed to tell Henry and Annalise? In a way, it had been more comforting to have Mary and Ronnie locked up with the English Ladies guarding them. Even if it was a polite form of being in prison, at least people here had known where they were. Now they were back to not knowing.
(3) Archduchess Maria Anna of Austria, who had come to Munich to marry Duke Maximilian, had disappeared from her quarters in the Residenz, along with about half of her household.
Ed's mind filed that away as potentially important political information, but not directly relevant to the matter at hand.
(4) Most of this would be publicly known within a matter of two or at most three days. This part of the message read: I was instructed by Cavriani to make every effort to inform you that you might have the most timely notice possible. I am doing this upon my own authority, since I do not currently know where Herr Cavriani is, other than probably in Bavaria. Sincerely yours, etc. Egli.
Ed picked up the phone, about to dial Henry Dreeson. He heard the front door open.
"Ed, Honey, can you come down?" That was Annabelle.
He pattered down the stairs in his foam-lined, utterly decrepit, brown corduroy house slippers. Annabelle was at the door with Father Kircher and—yes, the Englishman. Smithson.
"Father Kircher met Elaine and me at the library. I've got quite a bit of stuff about the English Ladies. They were the ones that wanted to be Jesuitesses. I remembered once he mentioned it. They were suppressed in our world, well, here, too. The ones who wanted to run schools for girls. But that's not what is so exciting."
Ed smiled. Annabelle was bubbling. He loved it when Annabelle bubbled.
"Father Smithson actually knows Mary Ward. Their superior. And they are coming here. To Grantville."
Father Kircher was smiling, too. Annabelle did that to people.
Ed raised his eyebrows.
Kircher explained. "In this world, the pope has seen fit to revoke the suppression of the English Ladies' order. He has directed them to come to the USE and operate under the protection of Cardinal-Protector Mazzare. We have been instructed by Father General Vitelleschi to make them welcome. According to the latest information that we have, they should be somewhere between Munich and the Danube."
Ed's ears pricked up. "Between?"
Father Smithson nodded. "Yes. We received a letter from Father Rader in Munich in this afternoon's mail bag. The Ladies left Munich early in the morning the day that the play was performed; they should be well on their way by now. And, I suppose it would interest you to know, Mistress Dreeson and Mistress Simpson left Munich with them."
Ed thanked them profoundly. And put his shoes back on. If the radio was still up, this needed to go to Mike Stearns. If not, it would have to wait until morning and there wouldn't be a thing that he could do about it.
And he had to ask Mike whether or not he could tell this last bit to Henry and Annalise.
Ed knew that Mike was back in Magdeburg for a few days, fortunately. The radio connection to Magdeburg was a lot more reliable than the one to Copenhagen.
* * * *
Mike said not to tell them. Not that Mary and Ronnie were with the English Ladies and out of Munich. It was okay to pass the rest on, since Egli said that it was going to be in the papers in a couple of days, anyhow.
* * * *
Magdeburg
Mike Stearns looked around the room with some exasperation. Being fair, most of his ill humor was not the fault of anyone in the room. It was simply due to the fact that Mike didn't like to fly, had never liked to fly—even in late twentieth century commercial aircraft, much less Jesse Woods' World War I-era equivalent of a tiny down-time air force—and had just had to make another flight from Copenhagen to Magdeburg to deal with pressing Prime Minister-type affairs.
To make things worse, he was fretting over Becky's medical condition. Her pregnancy was far enough advanced now that she'd decided to leave Copenhagen and return to Amsterdam. He'd wanted her to come to Magdeburg to have the baby—Grantville would have been better still—but Becky insisted that she'd be in good hands in Amsterdam, with Anne Jefferson in the city. And she needed to be in Amsterdam, able to talk readily with Don Fernando and Fredrik Hendrik, given the way the diplomatic situation was developing.
Mike had conceded, since he couldn't really argue the point. But given the mood he was in, the last thing he needed was to have a brand new development dropped on him the moment he got back to Magdeburg. It didn't help his mood any that Francisco Nasi was in a snit. And a damned childish one, in Mike's opinion.
Francisco had been scooped. Rumors that Duke Maximilian was not entirely pleased with his prospective bride—yes, he had received those, and had passed them on. But nothing that would have escalated the difference of opinion to the point that the bride returned to Austria. After all, nobody required the spouses in important political marriages to be personally compatible.
He was not made happier by Landgrave Hermann's question. "Do we know that she is returning to Austria?"
Sattler said, "Presumably. Where else would she go?"
That led to a long and meandering discussion. Don Francisco was not happy that he could not provide a definitive answer to the question. He was in a mad scramble to get more intelligence and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the diplomatic pouches.
Finally, Mike interrupted. "The answer is, we don't know. Let's just table it until we do know something. Now, as to Mary and Ronnie."
Don Francisco was also not happy that the Jesuits had known more about their whereabouts than his agents did. Overall, Don Francisco was not happy with the state of his operations in Bavaria. He expressed his exasperation that two such important, but unrelated, events had happened more or less simultaneously, so the few informants whom he did have in the duchy were having their attention pulled in two different directions.
"Are you sure," Landgrave Hermann asked, "that they are unrelated?"
"At present, I do not see any reasonable causational relationship. Nor any clear link. In the reports on the archduchess' daily activities," —he paused and thumbed through them— "she did pay one formal courtesy visit. The English Ladies paid one formal courtesy visit to her apartments. That is all." Don Francisco sighed. "Of course, I may be missing something. I certainly do not have enough agents in Bavaria that I could have her entire household observed."
"Is there anything," Hermann asked, "that we should be doing in regard to Frau Simpson and Frau Dreeson. And the nuns?"
"Well, at a minimum, if they really are headed for Grantville—which we do not know for a certainty, but have only the Jesuits' word for it—we should notify Duke Ernst and Banér of the possibility that they may attempt to cross the Danube into the Upper Palatinate. But we have no idea where."
Just in case somebody might be getting fancy ideas, Philipp Sattler warned, "And there's no point in having us send somebody to look for them. Not in a territory as large as Bavaria."
"Damn," Mike said. "I wish that I had some idea what Cavriani is doing. And once this news gets out, Frank Jackson is going to start driving me nuts, the way he'll pester me for news of Diane in Basel."
He cocked an eye at Francisco. The Sephardic nobleman shrugged. "There is nothing new there, Michael. And Basel is hardly close enough to Munich for these latest developments to have any impact on Diane's situation."
"Famous last words," said Mike darkly.
Nasi chuckled. "Michael—please. How could Basel get involved in this?"
"Who the hell knows?" Mike replied irritably. "But I'm telling you—mark my words—any situation that involves Mary Simpson and Ronnie Dreeson being kidnapped and hauled down the Danube in barrels and a princess of Austria decamping from her fiancé's capital on the eve of their wedding—going who knows where, and for what reason—and with Mary and Ronnie escaping from captivity at the same time—by who knows what means or with what end in mind—can wind up damn near anywhere."
After a moment, he added gloomily. "Do we have any agents in China? Or Timbuktu? If not, maybe we should send some. You never know, with something this screwy."
* * * *
Nürnberg
Veit Egli had underestimated the growing German press corps. A daredevil reporter left Munich the morning after the news of the disappearances became known there. He made it to Ingolstadt in a remarkably short time, bribed the owner of a small boat to ferry him across the Danube, and hitched a ride north on an army truck. The special edition came out in a day and a half. The reporter deposited his very large bonus in his bank account and had the nerve and energy to go back to Bavaria.