means to the world. In your company I have seen many wondrous things, and I hope to learn many more. It pleases me that you would save me from any danger, but pleases me more to be able to shoulder the burden which this knowledge has placed on you.”
Vlad shifted his hand, throwing his arm around von Metternin’s shoulders, and steered him to the laboratory. Over the next two hours he explained what he had uncovered in Ezekiel Fire’s notes and the Good Book. He delighted in the Kessian’s reaction to having wooden disks vibrate in his palm as the Prince fiddled with wheels on gloves. Count von Metternin immediately asked for paper and a pencil, and sketched out a different control set that allowed the dragon to be controlled with only one hand, which left the other free for actually firing a pistol or swivel gun.
Lastly Prince Vlad spread out the paper taken from the doors and walls in Happy Valley. “The writing apparently was taken from a pair of golden tablets which Rufus Branch had retrieved from the ruins. To me it seems a mixture of pictograms and sigils which, I would imagine, represent phonemes. I do not know what is written here. Quite frankly, I don’t know if I want to try to translate any of it. If these formulae represent spells, I could trigger something I cannot control.”
Von Metternin frowned. “Given what Owen wrote of the people of Happy Valley on his initial visit, I would not think these are spells. If they believed that what Branch shared with them was a secret directly from God, a secret revealed in God’s own language, then to display actual spells would make that information widely available. Instead I would imagine that what these are, are key Scriptures copied out by members of the community to prove and promote literacy in the new language. By reading them and understanding them, and knowing that they were right, just, and holy, the people would confirm for themselves that righteousness of the language. They would have ensnared themselves in the trap, then be quite content because they would believe the trap was where God intended them to be.”
Vlad nodded. The Count’s point did have a logic to it. If any of the writings were traps, the people of Happy Valley could have triggered them and that would have warned the others. “I do understand what you are saying, but I maintain my reticence to pursue translation.”
“I would agree except for one key thing.” The Count picked up one of the control gloves. “You reported that using the magick became easier and less tiring over time. You attribute that, in part, to the fact that you created the spell yourself, so it is idiosyncratic. It is logical to suppose, then, that the undoing of a spell would be made easier if one understood both the nature of the magick cast and the mind of the person casting it. At least understanding what the symbols mean might provide a benefit in that regard.”
“I see your point.”
The Count tossed the glove back onto the table. “One other thing we need to do is to prepare a rudimentary version of your thaumagraph-two, really. I shall take one to my house across the river and we shall see how well we can communicate. Key to this will not, however, be my learning your spell for making the device work. Instead, I shall have to come up with my own spell. In this way each operator can be as efficient as possible.”
Vlad sat down. “Well, there is the difficulty, of course.”
“Yes?”
“Can we let people know they can create their own magick?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands. “I have wrestled with this question for a number of sleepless nights. Even if we assume that only the most powerful and adroit could actually learn to create spells, and even if we assume they must be literate first to do so, this leaves us with a population of people who could create spells that could do incredible damage. Rufus Branch was a scoundrel and attempted murderer. Were it not for Mugwump’s intervention, he would have finally killed Nathaniel, and it was a spell that nearly killed Colonel Rathfield.”
The Count pursed his lips. “The question is, my friend, can you possibly prevent that outcome? You are brilliant, but you never saw the connection until Ezekiel Fire’s work led you to it. Even if we assume that the Church controls most of those who can make this connection by one means or another, all it takes is one madman to repeat Fire’s discovery, or a Tharyngian Laureate to reveal the secret to the world, and whatever you seek to preserve will be lost. Can you imagine a Ryngian Regiment of Riflemen where each of them has created his own magick to make his weapon fire? They might be faster, more accurate, their bullets hit with more power. The cost in blood would be incalculable-and this is just the devil we know. Whatever Branch discovered may not only release such magick to others, but that magick could be so powerful that there is no defeating it.”
“But just because we can do a thing, and just because that thing’s being done might be inevitable, we are not absolved from responsibility if we do it.” Vlad looked up. “I had only the briefest description of the magick used to fell Colonel Rathfield. It was a spell that passed ten yards through air and was able to crack his skull. I have no idea the furthest range at which it could have been used, nor the optimal range. What if that spell, used in connection with something that is linked to the target, could make the range immaterial? Warfare would be transformed in ways that I doubt any at Horse Guards are prepared to contemplate.”
Von Metternin’s brown eyes became slits. “You mean, I believe, that Horse Guards would not fail to find a variety of uses for.”
“Yes. John Rivendell would use it capriciously and irresponsibly; Richard Ventnor most viciously.”
The smaller man sat back. “Then the question is, how much do you tell your aunt?”
“I cannot answer that until I know how much she knows.” Vlad rose and began gathering the Happy Valley sheets. “The destruction of Happy Valley and Piety represent a threat to the Colonies, but the Crown may dismiss their elimination as insignificant since they were not chartered and were beyond lands where the Crown is granting charters. If I say that there is a serious magickal threat beyond the mountains, the best I can hope for is that they will send more people to investigate. That will take a year, and then another year before they send troops.”
“And another year before they send enough troops.”
Vlad laughed. “You know the Crown so well.”
“Too well. I suspect your news of slaughter will be transformed into attacks by Twilight People. I also expect that the floods and damage from the earthquake will warrant more attention, since the need for supplies is raising prices on food and lumber, and killing the sales of goods from Norisle.” The Count shrugged. “To a certain extent, what you send to Launston is going to be determined by whatever report Colonel Rathfield sends.”
“He’s promised to show it to me before he sends it. I’ve offered to correct geographical details.”
“How is he?”
“Doing well. We kept him here for the first three days, while he remained unconscious. Catherine Strake has thrown herself into caring for him. When he awakened, she insisted on his being moved to her home. Miranda has remained here with us so she won’t disturb him. I went over and saw him this morning.” Vlad folded the sheets and tucked them into a folio. “He’s lucid and has been dictating notes to Catherine.”
“His leg?”
“Healing nicely. He won’t have much of a limp.”
“What did he say of his report?”
Vlad frowned. “Not very much. I got the sense he was hiding something, but I did not have a chance to get it out of him. Catherine hovers, and played the hostess far too well. She sent me away, quite politely, suggesting Rathfield was fatigued.”
Von Metternin stood and stretched. “It will be a tricky business to learn if he was sent by the Crown to bring settlers back, or by the Church to bring a dangerous renegade to heel.”
“If the Fire documents had not been sent to me anonymously, I would not even suspect enough to ask that latter question. Moreover, there is no reason to believe he might not have had both missions. But if I press him to learn what he knows of Fire’s ability to work magick, he could come to suspect what I know. If he knew enough to suspect me, he would certainly communicate that knowledge to the Church.”
“And that would make you as dangerous as Ezekiel Fire in their eyes.”
Vlad raked fingers back through his hair. “That possibility has not escaped me, which puts me in another delicate situation. What I have learned is information that cannot be lost. I need to show others, like you, how to do what I can do. I would add Nathaniel if he becomes a better reader, Kamiskwa because I am certain the Shedashee have found another path to the same destination, Caleb Frost, and his father.”
“Not Owen?”
“No, I would add Owen.” Vlad sighed. “My only concern is his ability to keep a confidence from his wife. I fear I have never warmed to the woman. While I appreciate her devoting herself to Rathfield’s recovery, it is difficult to trust a woman who so thoroughly wishes to be in Norisle.”
