How Firm A Foundation – Snippet 29

How Firm A Foundation – Snippet 29

.III.

King’s Harbor Citadel,

Helen Island,

Howell Bay,

Kingdom of Old Charis

          Admiral Sir Domynyk Staynair, Baron Rock Point, stood gazing out a familiar window at an incredibly crowded anchorage. His own flagship lay well out on the seventeen mile stretch of King’s Harbor Bay, but dozens of other galleons were moored literally side-by-side all along the waterfront. Others lay to anchors and buoys while flotillas of small craft wended their way through the press.

          From this high in the Citadel they looked like toy boats, growing smaller as the eye moved further and further away from the wharves and piers, and he’d never in his wildest imagination dreamed he might see that many warships anchored here.

          They’d arrived over the last several weeks in fits and starts as the men who had originally crewed them were taken ashore or moved to one of the old ships which had been converted into prison hulks to accommodate them. Under other circumstances, in another war, those men probably would have been paroled and repatriated to the Temple Lands and the Harchong Empire In these circumstances, in this war, that was out of the question, and so the Kingdom of Old Charis had been forced to find places to put them.

          Finding places to safely confine and guard upwards of sixty thousand men, more than a few of whom were religious zealots perfectly prepared to die for what they believed God wanted of them, was a serious challenge. Safeholdian wars never produced POWs on a scale like that, and no realm had ever been prepared to accommodate them. The sheer expense of feeding that many prisoners, far less maintaining security and hopefully seeing to it that their living conditions were at least bearable, was one reason the practice of paroling honorably surrendered enemies was so universal. Perhaps Charis should have foreseen something like this, but it hadn’t occurred to any of the native Safeholdians to even think about it. Nor, for that matter, had it occurred to Merlin Athrawes.

          Rock Point had been inclined, when he first recognized the magnitude of the problem, to think Merlin should have seen it coming. After all, unlike Rock Point, Nimue Alban had been born and raised in the Terran Federation. She’d grown up learning about the long and bloody history of a planet called Old Terra, where prisoner hauls like this one had once been almost routine. But that was the point, he’d realized. It had been history to her . . . and there’d been no surrenders, no POWs, in the only war Nimue had actually fought, which explained why Merlin hadn’t anticipated the problem either.

          Oh, quit bitching, Rock Point told himself now. The problem you’ve got is one hell of a lot better than the alternative would’ve been!

          Which was undoubtedly true, however inconvenient things might seem at the moment.

          Most of the ships closer to shore still flew the imperial Charisian flag above the green, scepter-badged banner of the Church of God Awaiting. A handful still showed red and green banners with the crossed scepter and saber of the Harchong Empire, instead, but most of those were moored further out, or in one of the other anchorages. King’s Harbor was more concerned with the ships which had been fully armed, and surveyors and petty officers swarmed over those vessels like locusts. Their reports would tell Rock Point how quickly the prize vessels could be put into Charisian service . . . assuming he could find crews for them, of course.

          And with Bryahn Lock Island’s death, that decision would be his, at least until Cayleb could get home.

          An embarrassment of riches, that’s what it is, he thought. Thank God the Church doesn’t have them anymore, but what the hell am I going to do with all of them?

          He shook his head and turned back from the window to the two officers he’d actually come here to see.

Commodore Sir Ahlfryd Hyndryk, Baron Seamount, stood before one of the slate sheets which covered his office’s walls. As always, the cuffs of his sky blue uniform tunic were dusted with chalk and the fingers of his good hand were stained with ink. The short, plump Seamount was about as far removed from the popular imagination’s image of a sea officer as it would be possible to get, yet his fertile brain and driving energy were one of the primary reasons all those prize ships were anchored in King’s Harbor this sunny summer afternoon.

The rail-thin, black haired commander standing respectfully to one side was at least ten or twelve years younger than Seamount. He radiated all the intensity and energy people tended not to notice just at first in his superior officer, and his left hand was heavily bandaged.

          “It’s good to see you, Ahlfryd,” Rock Point said. “I apologize for not getting out here sooner, but –”

          He shrugged, and Seamount nodded.

          “I understand, Sir. You’ve had a lot to do.”

          The commodore’s eyes dropped to the enormous Rottweiler lying quietly beside his desk. Rock Point had inherited the acting rank of high admiral from Bryahn Lock Island, but Seamount had inherited Keelhaul. Frankly, the commodore was more than a little surprised the big, boisterous dog had survived his master’s death. For the first couple of weeks, he’d been afraid Keelhaul was going to grieve himself to death, and he still hadn’t fully regained the exuberance which had always been so much a part of him.

          “Yes, I have.” Rock Point inhaled deeply, then crossed to one of the office’s armchairs. His peg leg thumped on the stone floor, the sound quite different from the sound his remaining shoe made, and he seated himself with a sigh of relief.

          “Yes, I have,” he repeated, “but I’ve finally managed to steal a couple of days away from all the reams of paperwork. So why don’t the two of you dazzle me with what you’ve been up to while I’ve been away?”

          “I don’t know if ‘dazzle’ is exactly the right word, Sir,” Seamount replied with a smile. “I do think you’re going to be impressed, though. Pleased, too, I hope.”

          “I’m always impressed by your little surprises, Ahlfryd,” Rock Point said dryly. “Of course, sometimes I’m not so sure I’m going to survive them.”

          “We’ll try to get you back to Destroyer undamaged, Sir.”

          “I’m vastly reassured. Now, about those surprises?”

          “Well, there are several of them, actually, Sir.”

Seamount crossed to the slate wall and reached for a piece of chalk. Rock Point watched him a bit warily. The commodore was a compulsive sketcher who had a tendency to illustrate his points enthusiastically.

          “First, Sir, as you. . . suggested last time you were both here,” Seamount continued, “I’ve had Commander Mahndrayn and the Experimental Board finishing up the work on the rifled artillery pieces. Master Howsmyn’s provided us with the first three wire wound pieces, and they’ve performed admirably. They’re only twelve-pounders — although the shot weight’s actually closer to twenty-four pounds, given how much longer it is in proportion to its diameter —  but as proof of the concept, they’ve been completely satisfactory. Master Howsmyn is confident he could go to production on much heavier weapons if and when you and Their Majesties should determine the time is right.”

          “That’s excellent news, Ahlfryd!” Rock Point’s smile of pleasure was completely genuine, even though he’d already known what Seamount was going to report. Ehdwyrd Howsmyn had kept him fully informed. Unfortunately, Seamount wasn’t part of the inner circle, which meant explaining how Rock Point could have come by his knowledge would have been a trifle difficult.

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25 Responses to How Firm A Foundation – Snippet 29

  1. Bret Hooper says:

    I hereby submit “snippet 45” as my entry in the contest announced in comment 32 of snippet 28.

  2. Peter says:

    Re @ 1

    I guess #40. I am already planning ways to spend my nanocent.
    :-)

  3. One might propose dropping these people on a remote island with farming tools, though that might be expensive.

  4. Nimitz13 says:

    Oh boy, we get to find out all the new toys Charis gets to play with. It’s Christmas on Helen Island! Just change Seamount’s name to Santa Claus. I wonder what other goodies are hiding in the next snippet(s)!

  5. Maggie says:

    @1, @3
    Not predicting an express understanding on Irys part, BUT, at snippet #44 her eyes will widen in shock and then narrow in icy determination…

  6. Bill S. says:

    I still do not understand DW’s focus on wire wound guns. A cast iron gun with a wrought iron band sweated around the breach, i.e. Parrot Rifle, is much simpler and cheaper. A Parrot Rife cost during the U.S. Civil War about US $180.00. The 3″ Ordinance Rifle which was wrought iron cost US $330.00 and it was made up of bands of wrought iron wound and forged about a mandrel.

    Wire wound guns require flat steel wire which must be of consistent dimensions and strength and carefully wound. Both the wire and the winding processes are expensive and time consuming.

    He and Eric Flint have consistently used wire wound guns in this series and the 1632 series. A puzzle to me.

  7. John Driver says:

    Re: the contest . . . I’m predicting that it won’t happen in any of the snippets. It will be in the rest of the book and I’ll read it no later than the 13th of September. That nanocent is as good as mine! Well, maybe I’ll share after everybody realizes that I’m right.

  8. Drak Bibliophile says:

    John Driver won the nanocent. [Grin]

  9. KenJ says:

    Nano(s)cent: Little stinker!

  10. MTO says:

    according to wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_British_ordnance_terms#Wire-wound , wire-wound guns were radially stronger than comparable “hoop” construction, which I think is what you’re describing, but it leads to less accuracy axially for long guns. In any case, its a construction method that is about 200 years ahead of the local technology, and only necessary because of the improved gunpowder. Wikipedia says that the british develloped wire-wound guns due to the increased barrel pressures caused by cordite.

    Charis isn’t using cordite yet, and I don’t think they’re sniffing at it yet either, but they were having barrel pressure issues. Maybe Merlin is looking ahead? I can see how infrastructure for making steel wire might be useful elsewhere, and maybe later problems are easier solved because they already have lots of wire? Like maybe armor or wheels? Or copper wire for electric motors?

  11. John Driver says:

    The attodrinks are on me. (atto = a millionth of a millionth of a millionth)

  12. tootall says:

    Didn’t even know there was a contest- and it’s already been solved-drat. Just goes to show how clever you all are. This site is a pleasure.

  13. robert says:

    @5 Maggie. To the tune of?

  14. Bret Hooper says:

    @8 Drak: Why the spoiler? It could have waited until everyone had a chance to have some harmless fun!

  15. Bret Hooper says:

    @2, 5, 7 Peter, Maggie, John: Thanks for your entries, and congratulations, John.

  16. Drak Bibliophile says:

    Bret, self-defense. Somebody might blame me if the snippets end before visiting Irys again. [Wink]

  17. Randy N says:

    @3 – agreed, or even just ship them food only as Haven did on Hades.

    Since the inner circle has the SNARKs, they could keep an eye on the island remotely and just before the prisoners get their hand made vessel launched, send a ship over on a routine check of the island and burn it.

    It would be the safest and least manpower intensive method of taking care of the prisoners I would think.

  18. Maggie says:

    @13 If anything happens to Daivyn it will require something on the order of “Senza Mamma” from “Suor Angelica” . Here’s a link http://youtu.be/FGaIrCxIvOE. I do like the Malfitano rendition…

    Irys, it’s time to Put On Your Big-Girl Panties And Deal With It! To a rousing chorus of “Into The Fire” from “The Scarlet Pimpernel” (link http://youtu.be/s8KPNbAMsYo).

    Of course for Irys it would be the version by the Takarazuka Revue!

  19. PeterZ says:

    I knew there was a reason that I liked the Leslie Howard (1934) Pimpernel best. That song wasn’t there.
    “Senza Momma” I liked.

    This version of “Into the Fire” sounds like something Hektor and his midshipmen cronies would perform for the Creation Day celebration roast for captains and commanding officers. Imagine their depiction of Destiny’s daring do set to that song performed with banjos and bagpipes.

    No offense meant, Maggie.

  20. Maggie says:

    None taken, PeterZ!

  21. Peter says:

    I am _so_ disappointed. I had built my retirement plans around that nanocent.
    :-)

  22. PeterZ says:

    @11 Sorry John, but Atto-D2 and C3P0 aren’t allowed in this bar.
    @9 That shows some nanosense, KenJ, perhaps attodiferous would have been a wiser choice in words.

  23. TimC says:

    Ok so we have rifled artillary pieces- what else has the ‘skunk-dragon works’ been working on? Armour for ships? Mines? Spar torpedoes?

  24. MTO says:

    @23 we should be hearing about mercury fulminate percussion caps rsn, they were working on them last book. this will allow very fast breach loading. if seamount is playing in those directions, i wonder if he’s thought of, or had suggested to him, recoilless guns.

    in any case, we’re on the verge of steam power, so metallurgy is about to take front and center. i think the chemists are going to get fleshed out in this book. they have a lot of work to do.

  25. tootall says:

    Can we have a new contest? Since Drak “spoiler ed” the last one, he ought to supply the nanocent. Heck, he can even do the question.

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