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," Doña 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 . . ." Doña 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." Doña 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."
Doña 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?" Doña 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 Doña 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 Doña 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 finished with Doña 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."
Munich, Bavaria
The news was waiting for Maximilian when he returned to Munich. The Swedes had crossed the Danube near Ingolstadt. In force.
"Hörwarth!" Duke Maximilian exclaimed. "We should have known that Farensbach could not have been acting alone, or only with a few subordinates. Hörwarth must have been involved, as well. And he is there. What an irony that we sent him to act at the execution of his co-conspirator. Order his arrest, at once."
* * * *
Even though Duke Maximilian consistently dismissed most of the privy councillors from the meetings before he proceeded to a consideration of the situation at Ingolstadt, this did not keep them, and the lesser members of the official staff of the Bavarian government, from thinking about it.
If nothing else, the intensified assault there provided them with something to think about other than the fact that Duke Albrecht was in Bohemia and any one of them who had ever supported Duke Albrecht in any privy council discussion was now, very likely, in a precarious political position.
Something to think about other than where Duke Albrecht's sons, the heirs to Bavaria, might be. If in the hands of the Swede, as suspected, and if he chose to have them reared as Protestants... Oh, dear. Duke Maximilian could not live forever.
Something other than where die Habsburgerin might be and why she had failed to go through with the wedding. How many of them had been seen talking to her politely at the various festivities that took place while the wedding procession had been en route and after its arrival in the city? Would this be interpreted by the duke as opening the possibility that they had been part of a conspiracy leading to her escape?
Other than the fact that several of them had daughters who had attended the English Ladies school, so it was to presumed that the inquisitors simply had not yet gotten around to interviewing them yet. But that an inquisitorial interview lay somewhere in the near future.
Better to think about Ingolstadt. Every available soldier in Bavaria who could be pulled from other duty was now crisscrossing the duchy on his way to Ingolstadt. The duke's commanders were recruiting again, but at present the duchy was so hemmed in that recruitment, at least of veterans, was hard. Which meant that the heretics might succeed in taking the fortress in spite of their best efforts. What would the Swede do then? Ingolstadt was fifty miles from Munich. Fifty miles was by no means far enough for comfort. The up-time histories said that in 1632, the Swede's forces had reached Munich.
Better to focus one's mind on facilitating the movement of troops, providing them with fodder and horses, allotting forage districts to the various regiments, dealing with bitter complaints from the residents of the forage districts, than to think of the multiple, multiple reasons why a man might be losing his own head. Not to mention, his regular job.
* * * *
Ingolstadt
Johann Cratz von Scharffenstein watched the soldiers taking young Hörwarth out of Ingolstadt, toward Munich.
Arrested. For treason. On grounds that were...
"Flimsy" was the mildest term he could think of.
So far as the commander of the Ingolstadt garrison could determine, the charges against Hörwarth came down to no more than two, both of them completely circumstantial. First, the poor fellow had offered—none too willingly, by all accounts—to provide the Landgrave of Leuchtenberg with a comfortable resting place for his last months of life at the Hörwarth family estate at Planegg. Secondly, Duke Albrecht and his now-dead wife Mechthilde had used the same estate as a staging ground for their escape.
But they had done so in Hörwarth's absence, and the murder of the estate's huntsmen by Albrecht's guards would surely seem to indicate that they did so without Hörwarth's complicity. As for the supposed "conspiracy with the Landgrave," the charge was almost laughable. Georg Wilhelm had been senile, for the love of God.
"Flimsy"? It would be better to call the charges "insane."
A term which, the more von Scharffenstein learned about Maximilian's ever-expanding purge in Munich, seemed appropriate to apply to the duke of Bavaria himself. For whatever reason—peculiar, on the face of it, since the duke had seemed quite indifferent to his new bride-to-be—Maximilian had reacted to the archduchess of Austria's flight with almost insensate fury. He'd even had the young woman's entourage executed, despite the vehement protests from Vienna.
Insanity indeed, especially from a military viewpoint. Bavaria had been badly stretched as it was, fending off the Swedes here at Ingolstadt. Now, Duke Maximilian had severed his ties to his closest and most reliable ally. For what? The faithlessness of a young woman he didn't care about in the first place?
Cratz von Scharffenstein was now inclined to believe the rumors he'd heard, that the death of Duchess Elisabeth Renata had unhinged her husband's mind. Of course, it was the iron mind of an iron ruler in his sixties, so it had taken some months for the madness to become manifest. It was like watching an ancient dam, finally crumbling.
Crumbling it surely was, though—and Cratz von Scharffenstein himself might be caught in the ensuing flood. It was time to consider all his options. As the commander of the Ingolstadt's garrison, those options were...
Not flimsy. Not flimsy at all. And, unlike Farensbach, whose head had been removed along with the "von" from his name, Cratz von Scharffenstein was not incompetent. There hadn't actually been anything wrong with Farensbach's scheme, as such, if the bastard hadn't bungled the matter.
Chapter 51
Multiformis Atque Multimodis
Bavaria, south of Ingolstadt
Leopold Cavriani
considered himself a practical man. When the troop of Bavarian cavalry stopped him and confiscated his horse, he made no more protest than an Italian merchant ought reasonably to have made. Demanding a receipt, stating that he would be sending a request for compensation to the duke's officials.
The captain, after finding his papers in order, had said, "Be my guest. There's a long line." They had left him his purse, so the duke was not yet so desperate for funds that his soldiers were authorized to strip foreign merchants. Nor so desperate for men that his officers had lost control. On this day, there was still discipline in the Bavarian army; a fact to be filed away.
So he had walked into Hohenkammer, where he now stood fuming. There was not a decent horse for sale in the entire region; the Bavarian troops were taking them all. Plus fodder, plus food. The Bavarian army was foraging all through the duchy between Munich and Ingolstadt. Not just through the duchy, either. They had ended all pretense of respecting the jurisdictional boundary between Bavaria and Pfalz-Neuburg. From what he heard here, Bavarian troops were foraging all over the southern and western portions of the enclave.
Possibly over more of it than that, but thus far he had only heard reports of what was going on in the southern and western portions. There weren't a lot of refugees on the roads yet, trying to get south against the stream of troops, but there were a few. They said that the Bavarians were treating Neuburg as enemy territory, enforcing the Brandschatzungen and such that went with foraging. He had the names of three villages that had been burned out already.
So here he stood in Hohenkammer. Twenty miles in two days. Miserable time, but he had been moving slowly, asking discreet questions, looking for a party of women on foot whom he had not found.
Where could they be? Which way next? He had planned on going to Reichertshausen, then through Ilmmuenster and Pfaffenhofen to Reichertshofen; from there he could go north to Ingolstadt or northwest to Neuburg as seemed most convenient.