1635: The Eastern Front — Snippet 03

1635: The Eastern Front — Snippet 03:

She spent some time thereafter restlessly moving about the house, doing her own investigations. She spent a fair amount of that time in the several toilets and bathrooms scattered through the huge dwelling, testing their various devices and taking what comfort she could from them.

Which was considerable, actually. Newly designed and built, the house had modern plumbing. Rebecca had grown up with seventeenth century sanitation facilities, and was certainly capable of managing with such. She’d been doing so again for the past two years, after all. But her stay in Grantville had spoiled her in that regard.

Fortunately, it had done the same thing for every down-timer who passed through the up-time American town. By now, there was a flourishing new industry in central Europe and the Low Countries producing the wherewithal for modern plumbing. The same industries were beginning to appear in France, Italy and Poland, if not yet in Spain and England.

The adoption of those new techniques was especially rapid in the Germanies and Bohemia. That was partly because the industries involved were further developed there. But another important factor was the stance of the Committees of Correspondence, who were more prominent in those areas than they were elsewhere in Europe. The CoCs were firmly convinced — adamant, it would be better to say — that proper sanitation ran a very close second to godliness, and they matched deed to word. The rapidly spreading network of credit unions which was fostered by the CoCs in lower class communities always extended low-interest loans for any sanitation project. And in cities like Magdeburg where they were powerful, the CoCs maintained patrols which were quite prepared to use forceful means to put a stop to unsanitary practices.

There were still towns in the Germanies where people emptied their chamber pots in street gutters as a matter of course. Magdeburg was not one of them. Doing so would certainly result in a public harangue; persisting in the practice would just as certainly lead to a beating.

There were people who denounced the CoCs for that practice, but Rebecca was not one of them. Such people were usually either down-time reactionaries or up-time liberals. The reactionaries were against anything connected to the Ring of Fire. Their objection was not to beatings — they were generally all in favor of that practice, applied to lower class folk — but to the cause involved and the persons engaged in it.

As for the up-time liberals, Rebecca understood their qualms. But they’d never lived through a major episode of disease, except the few who’d been in the western Germanies during the recent epidemic. That had been simply diphtheria, not cholera or typhus or plague, but it had been bad enough. It was quite noticeable that those up-timers who’d survived the experience were not given to wincing at the CoC methods of sanitation enforcement. Better some bruised feelings and even bruised flesh to bodies being carted off by the hundreds, or sometimes thousands.


She then spent some time watching the small horde of children playing with electricity. Within limits, of course. She let them switch the lights on and off in the various rooms, as long as they were reasonably gentle in the process and didn’t overdo it. Like most technology patterned on up-time design and theory but constructed using down-time methods and materials, the switches were sturdy things. Still, they could be broken if they were over-stressed, and — again, like almost everything of that nature — they were rather costly. The light bulbs were even more expensive.

She kept them away from the computer. In fact, she kept the door to that room locked. But she allowed them to plug in and operate Michael’s battered old up-time toaster in the kitchen. Every child present — there were no fewer than nine participating in the project — got to make and eat his or her own slices of toast.

The toast was on the crumbly side. Down-time bread was much tastier than the up-time varieties which were by now long gone, to no one’s regret other than some up-timers themselves. But it didn’t slice as cleanly or evenly, probably because it lacked what up-timers called “additives” and down-timers called low-grade poisons.

But the children didn’t care. They’d never had toast before, leaving aside some baked flatbreads. They were quite taken by the stuff.

Their interest faded soon enough, though. There were greater thrills in store. It wasn’t long before the children were racing down to the basement to start up the mansion’s sure and certain center of attraction. For them, anyway.

The toy electric train set. Michael had brought it home just two days ago and finished setting it up last night.

It was one of the very first models produced by the recently launched Fassbinder-Lionel company, from the firm’s factory right here in Magdeburg. Completely down-time in construction, albeit obviously based on up-time models. The toy train sets were still fiendishly expensive. As yet, the market was purely a luxury one whose clientele consisted of noblemen and wealthy merchants, manufacturers and bankers.

The only reason Rebecca’s husband had been able to afford it was because he’d gotten it for free. The company could just as easily have been named Fassbinder-Stearns, given that Michael was one of the company’s two partners, along with Heinrich Fassbinder. He’d insisted on the name Lionel instead of his own, though. For the sake of tradition, he claimed. Rebecca suspected it was more because Michael saw no reason to stir up charges of conflict of interest any more than was necessary.

In truth, there wasn’t any in this instance. An army general — even a prime minister, as he’d once been — would have precious little occasion to favor the fortunes of a toy train company. But there were other areas in which Michael’s financial dealings were grayer in nature.

This very mansion, for one. They’d only been able to buy the house because of a loan extended to them by some wealthy members of the far-flung Abrabanel family to which Rebecca herself belonged. True, the loan was secured — but the collateral was the royalties that were expected to come in two or three years from the sales of Rebecca’s book on current political developments.

Which, she hadn’t started writing yet. And whose royalties would depend on enforcement of the copyright legislation passed by the USE’s parliament so recently the ink was barely dry on the bill sent up to the new prime minister for his signature.

Wilhelm Wettin had signed it readily enough. Whatever other disputes his Crown Loyalists had with Michael and Rebecca’s party, they’d agreed that establishing up-time style copyright was a good idea. Still, no one really knew yet how well or easily the new laws could be enforced. There might be wholesale piracy, in which case those royalties would be mostly a chimera.

Not that the Abrabanels who’d extended the loan would care that much. The reason they’d made the loan was political, not economic. Whether or not they ever saw the money paid back, they had a keen interest in seeing to it that the leaders of the July Fourth party stayed alive and well. Their own prosperity, even possibly their very survival, might depend on it.

To be sure, no one thought the new prime minister was himself an anti-Semite, much less a rabid one. Wettin was an eminently civilized man. But it remained to be seen how well he controlled the political forces he’d help to set in motion. The Abrabanels, like many people, thought his control was shaky — and there were people and groups under the umbrella called “the Crown Loyalist party” who were quite certainly anti-Semites.

Rebecca hadn’t hesitated at accepting the loan. She understood the political logic quite well. But she also knew — so did Michael—that there would inevitably be charges of conflict of interest. Especially if it became known that the man who’d arranged the loan was none other than Francisco Nasi, himself a member of the Abrabanel clan and Michael’s former head of security and espionage.

Fortunately, Francisco was superbly adept at keeping his doings out of the limelight. And, who was to say? If the copyright laws held up, there might in fact be a large income derived from her book. There would be keen interest in it, certainly. Even if the market was restricted to CoC members and sympathizers, that would be a lot of books sold.


Rebecca let the children play with the train set for a full hour. Her magnanimity had a cold purpose to it. The toy train sets, Michael had told her, were much like the train sets his father and grandfather had played with. That was to say, not very concerned with the fussbudget latter-day up-time obsession with child safety.

“There’s no way in hell to play with these trains,” he’d said, “without getting an electric shock from time to time. No real harm done — and it teaches kids to respect electricity.”

So it proved. Only two of the children got shocked, as it turned out — one of them being her own daughter Sepharad, who promptly wailed as loudly as you could ask for. But within an hour, all of the children were being much more careful than they’d been with the toaster or the light switches.

The mission was accomplished. And now she had no further reason to procrastinate. It was time to start writing the book.


Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to put up with the troubles and travails of quill pens and ink bottles. Rebecca loved her computer.

The title came easily and readily:

An Examination of the Current Political Situation in the Germanies and Europe

She stared at the title. She had no trouble imagining the caustic remarks her husband would have made, had he seen it.

“Why don’t you just put a damn footnote in the title while you’re at it?” he’d jeer. “Just to make sure and certain everyone understands this is an eye-glazing tract of no conceivable interest to anyone except scholars like you.”

After a while, she sighed and suppressed her natural instincts. In this, as in many if not all things, Michael Stearns was correct. So, she deleted the title and, after a few more seconds of consideration, came up with another and more suitable one.

The Road Forward: A Call to Action

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18 Responses to 1635: The Eastern Front — Snippet 03

  1. Alan says:

    Ummm, no. Prime ministers don’t sign legislation. Even in parliamentary republics prime ministers don’t sign legislation. The chance of Gustavus Adolphus, who is quote used to signing acts of the Riksdag, agreeing to give away the right to sign bills would be, I’d think, pretty limited.

  2. Virgil says:

    Agree. Where the armoury in the house? I mean 9 children you dont just have the weapons laying about?

  3. evilauthor says:

    You know, it would be very funny if Rebecca got her book 90% done when the computer’s hard drive craps out on her. Or at least her reaction would be funny.

  4. Mark L says:

    The attitude towards sanitation reminds me of Shaw’s play “Major Barbara.” It had a similar discourse on plumbing as I recall.

    @3 Backup, backup, backup.

  5. Alex S says:

    Wait, when where the elections? Did I miss a book or did they take place off screen?

  6. alejo says:

    At last! The man himself doth take pen to paper and he verily bringeth forth his talents for to contribute to the series! I hope this book rekindles the magic of this series.

  7. robert says:

    @5 alejo, I agree! And about time, too. I think the series was about to crash and die, and bore us to death as well, after the last 2 books. If he needs a collaborator he should stick to Andrew Denis or David Weber and he should not let anyone else write anything except GG stories–and I often wonder about those. Or about the editor(s) of that effort. Three snippets in and I am hooked. The book is on order at Amazon.

    Nice dig at academics, there at the end.

  8. Drak Bibliophile says:

    Alex S, the election was held in 1635: The Dreeson Incident.

  9. Vince says:

    I wonder if most the politics involved in 1635: The Eastern Front will be told through Rebecca’s book The Road Forward: A Call to Action, with events from Mike Stearns point of view interspersed (either in letters home, or more likely told directly in The Eastern Front).

  10. Michael says:

    Guess I should read The Dreeson Incident. I’ve read (multiple, multiple times) the ‘mainline’ books – 1632,33, and 34:TBW. Haven’t been able to get into the many offshoot books, though.

    One thing that’s somewhat bothered me even about those books was the depicted means of Mike Stearns and Admiral Simpson. Heck, even that lowly artillerist who married the uptime psychologist got made the Count of Narnia. You’d think Gustav would shower them with titles in an effort to bind them closer to him.

    Yes, Stearns was a real stickler for conflicts of interest, but at some point you must have a financial powerbase to maintain the political, even in the 17th century.

  11. Michael says:

    You’d also hope they’d really, really be babying those computers, and printing everything off that they could of any reference material stored electronically. Even with every blueprint it’ll likely take decades to get back to 1999 solid state tech and make spares. And it’s unlikely Grantville has the technical specs for CD Bluebook or any other proprietary encoding techniques, so building compatible readers even after the tech is re-created will be extremely difficult.

  12. Mark L says:

    @10 Stearns is the Prince of Germany. What higher title could Gustav award that the people haven’t already given Stearns? Baron of Lower Upper Elbe? Count of Berg Cristo? Duke of Dunkeldeutchland?

    As for Simpson, he does not believe that any title is a higher honor than being admiral, and is a thoroughgoing republican (lower case). He would laugh at a title. Quentin Underwood could have been bought for a title, but he is dead at this point.

  13. Alejo says:

    Vince: God, I hope not. If he pulls a trick like that, I’m not reading the book. That style of writing is called epistular plot or some such thing and, in short stories, it’s pretty interesting. In a novel, it’s perhaps best left to a chapter or two, that’s all, for impact. I find it particularly impacting when events are chronicled in a letter by a character who died before it was read by his intended recipients. “By the time this reaches your hands, I have fared forth to join the heavenly host where I shall await your coming in the fullness of time. The enemy attacked us some three days gone and we have been engaged in one pitch battle after another with him. Our once mighty numbers have dwindled to a scant handful of us who, by the gods’ grace, have eluded the bastards’ attempts to slay us unless they wish to pay heavily for the deed in life and limb. Tomorrow, we make one last desperate bid for victory. Mayhap they shall take this land in the end but ’twill be but a graveyard for their men and a keening ground for their women. …” Anyway, it works for a chapter or two but not for a whole novel. I don’t think Eric would do that. His style is very personal and immediate which is what makes his books so compelling.

  14. Jason says:

    Actually ‘Prince of Germany’ is not an official title but one given by the people of Germany first heard about it after the fire at the power plant in Magdeburg. If i remember right Gustav made Mike a general so he could still be politically visible so to speak.

  15. Mark L says:

    @14 “Actually ‘Prince of Germany’ is not an official title but one given by the people of Germany . . .”

    Exactly my point. What official title can Gustav give Stearns that beats the title given to Stearns by the people?

  16. Alan says:

    @15 I tend to agree with you, but I don’t live in either version of 1635, where titles of nobility were expected and accepted as given by kings, not the people.

  17. Jason says:

    Anyway even if Gustav bestowed a title on Mike I don’t think he’d mention it one was or the other. Let others care about titles mike cares about the true power that the titles try to affirm.

  18. Terranovan says:

    “Conflict of interest” is a charge to be leveled at the Abrabanels for the favorable loan, not Mike & Rebecca Stearns. “Nespotism”, maybe – & “using their connections”.

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