Archive for September, 2012

Today we continue the weekly serialization of Steam and Thunder.

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Steam and Thunder takes a look at the marriage of Steam, invention and innovation to feudal society and the agrarian economies that exist around such a period.

We had the boiling of water. We had pinwheels (400 BC). We had steam rooms in the stone age.

How long before someone thinks to just put a covered pot of boiling water that releases steam and pushed a pinwheel around? The genesis of the steam engine.

An Aeolipile was discussed by Hero of Alexandria in the first century.


We have Taqi al-Din describing a steam turbine in 1551.

Our story takes place in a world, much like our own, but a few hundred years earlier, where we meld the properties of steam and create a rudimentary engine. One that can turn into a functional engine.

But that is part of the backstory that you will find here. Though the period of invention and hard work to turn a simple device that turns a little windmill device and toots a horn into a working machine will take years, those that participate along the way will contribute to not only one innovation, but others that are suggested by it.

And these innovations will need men and women to build them. The second sons and daughters from the farms who seek a different life, a more lucrative life in the cities where new made factories support the building of new devices.

That is the world that I create and work towards showing you here.


Chapter One can be found either at our website


Or here on the blog


Chapter three is at this entry

In this Chapter Jac’s good work is noticed. Not only the work he has done at the Creatory, but also the work he does with the Princess as they try to put in place organizations and foundations to deal with the great changes that are taking place in Hornik. Yet even as he is recognized for dealing with these new problems in a way befitting and as a reward, there are those who think that he should be punished as well.

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Dramatis Personae (so far)

Jacklincoln Cartwright – Our hero. The Inventor of the Steam Twirler

Princess Annaxier Farserit – The celebrations of the Princess’ birth is the first memory that Jac has. She is the daughter of the king of Hornik, Lancellnick Farserit

Samathon Cartwright – Father of Jac

Vivan Carthwright – Mother of Jac

Milosk Cartwright – Great Uncle of Jac

Master Builder Mikonal Gearman-Master Builder of Firtoskin to Cawless Canal

Lord Colndefroc – Governor of Cawless

Master Fenntrel – Wheelwright in Cawless

Master Jamestash – Metalsmith in Cawless

Master Carlincoln – Sawyer in Cawless

Master Gunthertic – Jeweler in Cawless

Master Mikaelstan – Glazier in Cawless

Lincarhirt – Uncle of Jac, Pater (Priest) of Krien

Henriforlu – Cousin of Jac, journeyman at Cartwright Foundry

Karlplatt – Senior apprentice at Cartwright Foundry

Kathierin Cartwright – Sister of Jac

Coloskthon – Brother of Jac

Melissandier Cartwright-Sister of Jac


General Artshikal-Tutor for Jac

General Barthome-Tutor for Jac

Cortormain-Journeyman at Gearman and Cartwright Creatory

Henrycarmon-Apprentice at Gearman and Cartwright Creatory

Lem-Bodyguard for Jac

Pad-Bodyguard for Jac

Sergeant Formilham-Princess Annaxier bodyguard

Chapter 4

Jac had been meeting with the Princess for near two moons, and they had reached the events of the last three years in their study of the Kingdom’s problems. The Queen now sat each day for rounds in front of her window as summer faded and fall was near. Jac and the Princess had put together some money, and began to create a village of hovels outside the gates of Firtoskin. It had been named Cheaptown and several hundred families now had shelter there.

Thin veneer, with some bracing used for walls, and a lightweight sheet of metal for a roof. It was only as long each side as a man lying down. When three hundred hovels had been built, they had exhausted their first donation of money, and then the Princess had found more. Jac could not gift all his money to these tasks, for he needed money to continue to build the Makories, and employ the peasants that came from the country. He needed money to feed them in the free kitchens, and he needed money to fund the Creationism at his studio.

Master Gearman and Jac’s brother Col, also did not let Jac have access to all his own money. They believed he would squander it on the peasants. Squander was their word. Jac did not use it, and told them not to as well.

“You can not save every peasant. It is not your responsibility.” Col would say.

“It may not be. Don’t I have enough Guildens already? Don’t I have more than I will ever need?” Jac said back to them.

“I do not know Jacklincoln. We may not be as free under the King in the future as we are now. Creartionists may be fined to pay for the unrest that has come,” Master Mikonal said.

“I have not heard of that,” Jac was stunned by that thought.

Col said, “Some of the King’s Council speak of it. The nobles will not allow common men to join the council, or at least they advise the King so. They then forget that the clerks that are employed to record all that is said are common men and then they write the laws the nobles would enact. The men to carry out the work of the King and his councilors, is all done by commoners. Common men whose loyalty is to the King and Hornik and than their class ahead of that of the nobles.”

“So is this to be a law? Is the guild of Creators to be taxed unfairly, while the lords make ever more money from our creations?” Jac asked.

“It may happen. It is why I stop you from spending all your money. I will let you have some more Guildens for your projects, but I will ensure that you have reserves in case the nobles treat you unwisely.” Col never said how much that was.

Master Gearman had by far the nicest house of any man who was not a noble, and nicer then many nobles. Col had built a house nearly as nice, and also a new keep went up that overlooked the Creatories. It was not finished, and no one knew who owned it. Jac suspected that Col had already grown bored with his current house and built the new tower. His brother’s current house did not incorporate the new metal building materials or the transparent glass like that of the guildhall.

Three days after his last meeting with the Princess, there was another commotion in the front of the Creatory. It happened just as the new casting for the explosive lifting had been finished. The last test model had worked, and they had used it more then two hundred times. Now they had created a full scale production unit, as they planned for a Makory to create more than one device. Jac, his journeymen and apprentices, the other masters that worked for him, were all inspecting the device. Three of the apprentices were young ladies. One’s that the Princess had found to recommend.

Annaxier had also taken it upon herself, once Jac had said that he was going to have the first young girl join his Creatory, that she would take over the management of the apprentices dormitory. The Princess and her entire court of ladies came, with servants and others to see for themselves what arrangements that Jac had made. She then changed all his decisions, giving the female apprentices an area that boasted separate beds for each. Beds, not flea ridden mats of straw, which Annaxier was assured that the apprentices all had.

Jac had laughed for there were a couple such mats, though without the fleas, lying about the dorm room. But each apprentice had their own cot, if they were old enough, or were two and three to a bed, which most commoners found to be a great luxury of space, from the families they had grown up in.

Princess Annaxier also saw that a separate wash room was made for their cleansing, and a bathing room for the girls alone. The Princess then saw that three specially chosen women, one who had worked at the castle, were installed in the Creatory as servants. Annaxier wanted the girls to be treated well and supervised when they were not performing their Creationist duties. She did not trust Jac to see to them. The Princess even had, these last few quartermoons, been given reports as to the girls progress and the management of the household. Jac was instructed at their meetings in the castle how best to manage his household by Annaxier.

Jac had little choice but to adopt her changes. All given as sweet suggestions, not admonishments. But Jac knew the Princess enjoyed telling him what he should do.

“GrandMaster Cartwright?” A man with an armorial badge of the King’s had entered the main studio. An armsman.

“Yes,” Jac replied.

“You are summoned to court. Would you please come now?”

Jac looked at the man, then at his own clothes. His tunic was covered with the metal scrapings, and filings, grease, and straw that had come free when they had uncrated the very heavy lifting device. They had to use block and tackle, ropes and other such to move the lifter from the crate. “May I clean up?” The man nodded.

“A quarter cycle, then we must go,” the armsman said. Jac nodded.

Over his tunic he wore an apron, and began removing it. Jac said to the men who served him, “Good. Well I am away to the castle, but would all of you think about something to carry the lifter. Everyone go and design something, or two or three things. And then come back and amongst yourselves, if I have not returned, find something to make it move better. We can not build and use ropes and blocks every time, and we still have to take it outside to lift over the river, for we can not test in in the Creatory.”

Jac had wiped his hands on a towel and was walking towards the front of the shop. He said to the King’s man, “I have a small closet where I have a change of clothes, and shall be only a short time.”

Jac opened the closet and the man moved past him to look at the contents. “No, no. Oh by all the gods, no. Do you have fresh hose, something without stains?”

Jac shook his head.

“Then I would dab some hot water and scrub with soap if you can. You apprentice, I see you there, go get your master some hot water and soap. You, get a towel. What? Still in your tunic and doublet. You are going to have to take those off GrandMaster. Thank the gods you have a clean shirt.” The armsman shook his head.

Finally a long tunic of beige was chosen. “It will match the stains,” the man said. With it was chosen a the darkest doublet that Jac had at the Creatory. He had more clothes and better at his apartments. He pointed out that they could be sent for.

“Thankfully it is velvet, at least I think it is velvet.” The man said, “And this hat actually matches, but it needs… It needs, ah.” The armsman removed his own hat, took a feather from it, and placed that feather as an adornment in Jac’s hat. “There, now you must dress and we shall then attend your shirt points.”

When he had changed and his bodyguards had readied themselves the man said, “You will need your sword, GrandMaster, and do you not have more guards? Four should be your compliment.” The man said. “I have a squad outside, but a man of your stature should have four.” Jac shook his head and Lem shouted for two more men to suit up and be ready to go to the castle.

“We usually only take two,” Jac said.

The armsman nodded, “I am aware of that. But today it should be four.”

“And you say that you have a squadron of guardsmen? I have never been escorted by guardsmen before.”

The man smiled, “When you are ready, GrandMaster. Is that clock of the correct time? Hmm, too early. But I know just the thing.” The clerk, for he said that was what he was, led them outside. Jac found that a full dozen men, none of them familiar as those who waited upon the Princess had become, were formed outside of his Creatory.

With some effort all were assembled including Jack’s four guards, into a marching order. The leader went to a small corner business in Old Town. There was a bakery behind and here he purchased a bread with sugar, saying to the guards that they needed another quarter cycle before they would proceed to the castle. They all should have something to drink or eat.

“Then I am not arrested. Else you would not be in so little haste.” Jac observed. He did not want to eat anything as he had become nervous when he saw the many soldiers brought to escort him.

“Oh no GrandMaster. Not arrested, though I suppose I could have been sent for that as well. Two moons you have met with the Princess? Very forward of you. Why I think there is a pool, a gambling pool, GrandMaster, that has placed bets on if you would lose your head for your effrontery, and when. I have only heard though that there is such. No one has asked me to bet, and a good thing for I would’ve lost already.”

Jac saw that either the official joked with him, or he was very serious. Jac knew there were several who thought his discussions with the Princess were wrong, and that he should lose his head. It was not something Jac had given much thought to.

They started up again and Jac saw his glass bowl gift still in the castle’s main foyer when they entered. There were several other of the bowls about. Some now seeking favor, thought to purchase the bowls and gift them to the Princess or Queen. Still many others were in private homes. Near twenty sold each quartermoon, more than six Ailvens given to the Princess’ charities each quartermoon. A goodly sum but not nearly enough to solve the burden of unemployed population that was sieging the capital.

The second floor was where the King met with his court. Many of the most senior officials worked here, and also where Jac met with the Princess. The floor above were the private apartments of the King’s family and apartments for the most important members of the court.

Jac always turned right when he came to the second floor, for that was where the Princess and he met. In a small closet room off in that direction. This day, he and the guards walked straight ahead to the main hall of the kingdom where the King would sit upon his throne. In the room many stood, for this was the largest audience hall. Small groups were clustered around. Guardsmen stood with hands on sword hilts and others with hands on spear hafts.

The throne was empty and three other chairs were on the dais. Near the dais at the front of the room several of the highest ranking nobles of the King’s court stood, while a little further away were some of the high priests. One of which Jac knew. Jac looked for his uncle Linc, now a high priest also. His ties to Jac had promoted him within his church. Lincarjit had been moved to the capital and was being groomed for high church office. Jac did not see him.

In the last two moons Jac had also met with a few of the nobles in the room. He had met those who were also trying to do something useful for the kingdom’s causes. Jac did not see any of these either.

The armed clerk said, “Stand here and do not make a fuss. You will notice that two guards are behind you and will watch you for any precipitous action.” His own guards had to stand aside earlier as they entered the castle. And then this room. They stood with many others guards in the foyer now. Jac had been allowed to retain his sword, but a sergeant at the door had addressed him saying that he mustn’t draw it.

Jac had nodded. He knew that. Perhaps this general court was the way the Princess honored him for his tutelage of the matters that they deemed were very important to the kingdom. All of a sudden there was a stir near the door that Jac and his escort had just entered.

A voice boomed, “The crown prince, Edmanstow Farserit.” Prince Edmanstow walked in with four guards and took his place in front, standing before a seat on the dais. The man had a leather jerkin over his own black velvet doublet. There was slash work on both the doublet and the jerkin. The jerkin must have been made from fine leather. And it had little pearls beaded into it as well. Jac would have said that the Prince wanted to look like he had been practicing with weapons on the training ground, for a leather jerkin would be worn there. But not one with cutwork that was exact and intricate, nor with pearls sewed into it.

Even as the prince turned to face everyone, a man called from the door, “The princess, Annaxier Farserit.” And she too was escorted by four guardsmen. She did not glance at Jac as she strode by, which was curious. Annaxier was in a red gown that day. It was the only color showing except for the trim pieces around her neckline, sleeves and the hem of the gown. All were of the same color of yellow as her hair. She had a broach in the arms of her house on her left breast.

She did stop to talk to several people, including most of the priests as she walked to her chair. She too turned to stand in front of it. Still not looking at Jac. He did catch the eye of Sergeant Formilham who only scowled at Jac, like he usually did.

“Beware, beware. Now comes Lancellnick Farserit, King of all Hornik. Obey and attend. The King!”

Another call from the door and with no pause King Lancellnick strode forth, making for his seat as quickly as he could. All in the hall bowed or curtsied to him as he passed. Honoring the role, if not the man. In truth, instead of standing stronger for what he knew was right, the King did a good job of being a king. The realm was at peace, and despite the slums of poor that had grown around the country, was more prosperous then it had ever been. If he could do something about that, he could go from goodness to greatness relatively quickly.

King Lancellnick was dressed in a suit of court clothes. Jac could tell that care had been taken to match hose to slops, and slops to doublet. Over this a cloak of fine black velvet with the fur of a raccoon or beaver, the gray and black of such was thrown. Then two gold chains, around the kings neck. Jac noted that the Prince and Princess had similar chains to one of the two about the king’s neck.

The King sat, and then his children did as well. Some nobles, nearer the front of the hall, and the dais, had chairs brought for them. Most others stood. One who continued to stand was the man who would succeed to the crown should all of the royal family die. Duke Hendriker of Holsatzin, the king’s cousin. He also was in charge of the army. Master Gearman had brought him to see some of the lift device’s testing. That day the Duke came without forewarning and he did not seem impressed at what they were doing.

Another standing nearby was Lord Colndefroc. The lord was a friend from years before. The success of the initial steam twirler which was first made in the Cartwright foundry in Cawless, had caused the former governor of Cawless, to be advanced to Count. A rank just under the Dukes and above that of a Baron. Count Colndefroc sat as one of the King’s Council, and might remember Jack. They had met on several occasions, though certainly not since the Count had come to court.

“My lords, we have business this day, for we are beset by problems within Hornin, and outside of our borders. We also have personal burdens that cause us to be distracted from all these issues.” Jac believed the King referred to the Queen and her illness. “It should be quite evident that much of what we struggle with as a kingdom is new to us. Things we have no precedents to deal with. Things that we can scarce understand.”

There was some mumbling from the lords and ladies who were assembled in the room. Jac noticed that the presence of ladies. If the council was in session he knew there would be very few ladies there. If the Queen had been well, perhaps she would have attended a council meeting, as too might the Princess, but otherwise, only those ladies who attended the two royals would have been in the room if the King was holding his council. This was a much broader audience.

“We set a task for our daughter. We had asked for some time now that our lords temporal look into this matter, and none stepped forth to do so adequately. Our son is soon to be of an age where we might assign such tasks to him, but he too has not been quite ready for such responsibility.”

Jac was already a master of the Creationist guild when he was the Prince’s age. Col, Jack’s brother, was managing tens of thousand of Guildens worth of wealth and business at that age.

Jac did not like what the king said about setting a task for his daughter, nor how that fit with the squad of guards that had come for him. “We also look about us and see that we are surrounded by men who are ennobled. Some by our hand, many by the hands of our ancestors. Some even by the hands of those ancestors of the Ishyurk dynasty. The men who are not ennobled who would give us advice are our lords spiritual. All Are princes of their faith, and some too are as noble as the other lords of our council.”

The King shook his head, and Jac realized that he was doing the same. King Lancellnick looked at him then, and continued. “Our daughter tells us that the lords spiritual number five of common heritage for every seven. Fewer than that advocate that we should include commoners into our council. Of our nobles, less than one in three believe this to be a wise move. We however, deem that it is wise.”

The King motioned, and the clerk next to Jac said, “When you get to the King go to your knees, both knees, and bow your head until he puts the chain about your neck. Now we go.”

On the dais, the King continued, “Our daughter, your princess, is very wise. Annaxier has spent two moons talking to and interviewing our first selection of a commoner to join us on our council. So much of what besets our realm is linked in a chain that traces back to the creation of the Creationists. Some of you here in this room have advocated that we eliminate them. The lesson of the ancient Neverian goddess, Callian, tells us that once change begins, you can not turn it around and go back.

“Also, our wealth, that of Hornik and almost every family that is represented in this room has increased by a greater factor then ever before. Some of you have three times as much wealth now, then you had before the first steam twirler came forth from this young man, whom most must recognize. Bring forward Jacklincoln Cartwright, GrandMaster of the Guild of Creators to us.” Jac arrived in front of the King even as Lancellnick said that last word. Jac knelt.

“Some will not like this young man’s inclusion in our council. Some will think that we are not in our right frame of thought, for our other concerns certainly have distracted us often. We assure you, that this appointment, and others in the next quartermoons, will be to bring order out of chaos and allow us to hear what our entire realm says. Her Highness Annaxier has written a report that all my councilors may read. In it are what the men and women think who eat their day’s meal at the kitchens of the churches and of the anonymous benefactors, or live in a small covered dwelling outside the walls that the Princess has helped to build. Built with the GrandMaster’s aid. These are enlightenments. To know what the people think and feel is very valuable to us.

“These are not what our nobles have spent these five years saying the people think and feel. What the Princess has gathered are true words. What my lords temporal have reported has been supposition. Some amongst you look to your holdings and try your best to address the wrongness that has come to our realm. Most of you have taken the wealth that the creations of this man and others like him gave you, placed those Guildens in your pocket and let the peasants you no longer needed come to our cities. You have let your peasants become a burden on our largess, and that of good men like the GrandMaster.”

“We could speak more of this. We could tell you that in the last moon alone, he donated to these peasants, who are our nobles responsibilities, more money then we collect in tax from our lord of Brisac for a year’s fealty. Our lords temporal have received much more wealth these years, as have our lords spiritual through their ties to commerce. Our council has barely allowed that we should see an increase of taxes and have begrudged us each additional Coppen. We have seen our coffers grow by half these years, while our lords have seen their grow two and three and more times. Yet our lords leave the problem of the peasants on our shoulders. We think that some of our nobles should like to reevaluate their support for the poor that infest Firtoskin and other cities of our realm. Tomorrow at council we shall talk of this.

“Now however we shall invest our new councillor with his chain of office. GrandMaster Cartwright, we ask, your king, will you serve this realm, our family and ourselves to the best of your abilities, even unto your life, should we ask it of you?” The armsman who had fetched him was near and taped his leg. Surely an indication that Jac needed to answer.

“Yes, majesty. I shall do so. It will be my greatest task,” Jac responded.

“Oh, we thank you. Not all of our councilors think to treat it as their greatest task.” The king chuckled. Jac had looked up as he felt the chain of office settle around his neck.

“You may rise. Come Edmanstow, greet our new councilor. Annaxier.” The King turned to his children and motioned him forth.

The prince barely gave him a shake of the hand and quickly left the dais. Then he nearly disappeared to a side of the room. The king went to fetch other lords that he wanted Jac to meet and be greeted by. Princess Annaxier though came, and because of her station, they were given a few moments, in a crowd of people, alone.

“You could have warned me, highness,” Jac said.

She had a precocious smile, “I learned of this only a round ago. Father had already sent Petchurlin. He will be an ally, and will serve as your secretary. Father knows I favor Petchurlin.” That was the clerk who had come to the Creatory and guided him since. Jac nodded.

“As father said, most of the council do not want commoners on it. Count Harnmere will also be an ally, and ArchPater Larwellton. He is the principal in your uncle’s order and will see that you are heeded in your words.”

Jac said, “I am more concerned with enemies, and why I was asked to be on the Council. Master Gearman heads our order, is known to the king, and is much more astute about politics. He would serve the king better.”

King Lancellnick must have heard that, for he was not too far away. He came to them and said, “We asked you, young man, because you do not know politics, and can be frank. Like you were to our daughter just now.”

The King raised his voice, “Too many or our councilors tell us what they think we would like to hear. What they want us to do, which will benefit them, more than the kingdom. The king must make decisions that get food for all our subjects. The king must decide where sacrifices are to be made so we do not fall into war. Too many of our councilors forget these tenets.” The king nodded again and turned back to his cousin, the Duke of Holsatzin. A man who did not look happy at what had taken place that afternoon.

Ensuring that the king was a little ways off before he spoke again, Jac then added, “I do not know if I am to be a sacrifice to the nobles, or if I am to stir up trouble. This will also have an impact on my work at the Creatory.”

“Yes, for often the Council can meet nearly every day. Should the king ask you to oversee one of his ministries, then your life would be full. But I think that his majesty knows of your endeavors. Uncle Hendriker talked for a round two nights ago of your new lifter device until the queen asked that he leave so she could retire. We were all in front of your window…” Jac knew she meant the gift, but he let her finish the story. He did not know that the Duke of Holsatzin saw some of the advantages that Jac had seen with the device. He would have to talk to the Duke further, for the man was tasked with the governance of the royal army until Prince Edmanstow came of age to take on those duties.

The Princess presented Jac back to Petchurlin who was standing behind him. Those who wanted to meet Jac came and Petchurlin introduced them to Jac. Soon enough, though, the King departed the room, and a moment later the prince also left. Other nobles left, and then with a nod and a smile to him, the Princess departed as well.

Petchurlin turned to Jac, “Shall we go to your guards? Always come to the castle with four, for you are a councilor now. And wear your sword. Always wear your sword. The council will not meet today as the King has conducted business and he has gone to the queen. Somedays it is like that. One thing, and then he is gone. A runner shall be sent to your Creatory with the news of every council session and I shall meet you at the top of the steps to conduct you to your seat. If you are not at the Creatory, can you have someone there direct the runner to where they will find you?”

Jac said, “Yes, yes of course.”

“Good. If you are unable to attend the council, then you should inform his majesty in person. That is much better than in writing. In writing if you can not do so in person, and should you not be able to inform his majesty, do not think to arrive later then the King for you will not be admitted. If you do not show up enough, the King will consider it like treason. You also will receive a stipend of thirty Guilden a year. While court is in session, you are given time to go to your estates, though I do not think you have any. You are required to remain in Firtoskin, but you may make arrangements with the king’s permission.”

“There is a lot to remember,” Jac said.

“There is much more and you are the man who by your example will make it alright to allow others of the common background to join the council. If you abuse the King’s faith, it will become that much more difficult. I believe that is why I have been assigned to you. My father was a sweeper of chimneys and did well to sweep the temple of Mortonish. He got me apprenticed to learn my letters and numbers and that led to me clerking here. I was serving as aide to the prince, but he wished a new aide, so the king thought it wise to serve you, GrandMaster.”

“I thank you, Petchurlin. I hope we will work well together.” Jac thought to say. “This is such a surprise, and I must still see to the orderly running of the Creatory as I think being a Councillor will detract from it. I wish the king had not wanted me to serve for my outspokenness. The Guildmaster has a great deal more time then I for such service.”

“The King sees things differently then each of us. He, as his father did, truly thinks of the problems of the kingdom. He may not be the wealthiest man, or work hard to be richer than any of his lords. But he is the man who has the right of high justice and he does want to use it well. I shall prepare a list for you, and have it delivered to your Creatory this night that you may read your other duties, responsibilities and privileges as a councilor.”

“My thanks again.” It was just down the steps and then a short corridor to his guards and they could leave the palace. Jac nodded and Petchurlin wished him a good day. Jac was half way down the stairs when he saw the Crown Prince and several other young boys, some young men, who were all there talking together. Men who were surely all nobles.

“So,” said the Prince, “My father thinks that we need a peasant to advise us.” The prince spoke to his friends but he had said the words when Jac was close enough to hear them. Jac had thought that one day someone would want to pick a fight with him, and that this must be what it would be like. He was sure though that the prince would not brawl. Not in the palace. There were guardsmen with their halberds standing tall. Other’s with their hands on sword hilts close by. Two at the base of the stairs, and two at the top, in their bright red, yellow and blue uniforms. One he was sure had nodded to him in recognition each time he had come to meet with the princess.

“Indeed, highness. Perhaps your father thinks to test you and the other gentlemen of his Council to see who can stand the stench the longest. I am sure his majesty intends to offer a reward for the greatest endurance.” That was one of the older nobles, though assuredly younger than Jac. He was turned and so Jac could not see what house. On the left face of the upper chest, armorial badges would be worn by the nobles. On the left bicep of the arm, were badges worn by the trades, or around the left arm, braids with a badge upon the left shoulder. Creationists had braids of gold, an azure blue and red intertwined. The Creationist badge was on a gold background on the shoulder, a representation of the steam twirler.

Jac stepped over to the far side of the stairs and hoped to avoid the young men. No young women, close by though some were further down the hall. Not as far as his guardsmen. No one seemed to notice yet that an altercation was brewing. “What Perimont, you think that there is a stench here? Why I can smell it too. Isn’t that greed? I think it must be.” This one turned to face Jac and stepped right in front of him. He wore the arms of a northern Duke. Jac had no idea which one, but Ducal arms, were always the largest. The arms of a Duke’s badge were edged in gold. The heir’s in gold and silver. And other members of that line with an edge of silver or simply of black depending on how they stood in relation to the Duke. This was edged in gold and silver. “Why this is where the smell must come from.”

Jac was a commoner, and thus he could not challenge a noble. Nor could a noble fight him with sword. Could a noble assault a king’s Councillor? That Jac did not know.

“If you please my lord, you block my way. If you would move to the side, I might pass,” Jac said.

“What? And take your offensive smell with you?” Jac had to think twice for he would love to wipe the smile from the man’s face. A man who was surely the same age as he.

The Prince spoke, “Do not trouble yourself Riclarpur. He is a favorite of my sister, and you very well know that you shall never wed her. She is destined for some foreign prince.”

“Annaxier takes another puppy, no wonder he smells like a kennel,” Lord Riclarpur said.

“Princess.” Jac said, and did his best to make the word sound respectful while still menacing.

“What? Did you speak peasant?” That was actually menacing, Jac noted.

Jac said very slowly and distinctly, “One refers to her as Princess Annaxier, lord lout.”

A hand started swinging towards him to slap, or hit him, but Jac dodged out of the way, leaning back and the hand passed within the smallest measure of his face. He felt the air from it’s passing. The lord stumbled a little off balance before recovering. Some of his compatriots sniggered.

“You dare correct your betters?” The man feigned shock, certainly for missing him.

“Can a noble challenge a commoner? I had heard that was against the king’s law, which I believe the prince must want to enforce.” Jac said and there was a laugh. Some of the lords looked around, and Jac was sure that it came from one of the guards at the foot of the stairs.

“Fool, you do not have the privilege of speaking of my wants,” Prince Edmanstow said. He too tried to inflict menance into his voice, but he really was just an overgrown boy. Jac did not feel menaced by him at all.

Jac nodded but he did not take his gaze from the lord who starred at him and had just swung. The heir of a Duke. “A noble can strike a peasant whenever they feel, turd.”

Jac smiled, “I am a free man. And that I am sure you are well aware of.” A noble who knowingly abused their privilege was not a friend to the king and was punished, sometimes harshly.

The first noble that had tried to insult him, Perimont, said, “That is true. You can not get away from that, Ric. This game grows tiresome…”

“He called me a lout, and his very manner offends me. It is not finished,” the duke’s son said.

Jac thought to himself, ‘Lord lout. I called him Lord lout.’ Jac did not speak that aloud though.

“Then challenge him and we all shall come and watch him be defeated. I shall ennoble him, for father certainly intends to do so, and then you shall kill him,” the Prince said. “There, by my will, you are made Baron. Choose a name and I shall send the heralds to you. I am sure that Lord Riclarpur will have his seconds reach you by nightfall, then on the morrow we shall watch you become spitted on his sword just like a pig for roasting. Ha. Come let us leave Baron common turd and go…” The prince turned and the lord who faced him spat to the side.

“My seconds will call on you this evening. I suggest my lord, that you have your own ready to discuss the terms of your death for sunrise tomorrow.”

“Come Riclarpur, this is not seemly.” The first lord, Perimont, said. Jac would have to find out more of what just happened.

Riclarpur and Perimont turned to follow the Prince and four others who also had been part of the Prince’s retinue. Jac gripped the stair rail and tried to catch his breath. He knew his heart beat faster.

“Good thing they did not talk to you outside the palace. Them fool lords and the Prince. They would have done for you then. Don’t you usually have guards with you?” It was the guard from the foot of the stair. “I have sent for your clerk, Lord Councillor. He will tell you all you need to know now.”

“Surely the prince and his friends have insulted me and done their best to frighten me, they shall stop now?” Jac asked.

“Nay. You didn’t look very frightened. If you had they might have stopped. But you challenged them back, and that is something they won’t like. Here is master Petchurlin. He will tell ye.” The guard nodded and walked back the four steps to the base of the stairs.

“The boy told me all about it, come let us get you to your guards. I should have kept to you. They would not have challenged you in my presence, but now there is no telling what will happen. If I tell the king, the Prince will be punished, and Lord Riclarpur, well the king can not afford to insult the Duke of Conlinton, but then the Duke’s son can not wreak havoc in the court.” The man stopped his thoughts then, “How did you get into so much trouble in, what do you call those parts of a sliver now, a few ticks?”

“You don’t really think he will fight me. I am not a noble, I am freeborn and not a peasant.”

“I think he will. The lad said the prince called you baron. If the heralds show up to record your arms, then you are in truth one. The Lord Riclarpur can then challenge you in all honour. The prince has played this joke before. But you are the GrandMaster of Creators. You are needed by the kingdom. I do not think the prince shall have his friend kill you. Not unless the prince was planning to cut off his fingers so that his hand was only a fist.”

“Then why challenge me so? It was deliberate.” They had reached the guard room, and Jack’s people saw how agitated he was, and immediately came to their senses and looked around for threats. He wanted to tell them he had faced down one danger, but more was to come later.

“The Queen, his mother dies. The King does not focus as much as he should. He relies on the Princess and certain others to fully look into some matters. The Prince is supposed to look into matters of war and defense with his cousin the Duke of Holsatzin. Instead the prince imagines that he will be king soon and so acts less diligently then any others King Lancellnick relies on.”

Jac felt ill. It did not appear that he was going to have a good day. “I think perhaps I shall just move back to Cawless. I need not create anything ever again, for I have money with which I can live comfortably and be of no problem to no one.”

Petchurlin chuckled. “Do you think that is at all possible. The Princess came to me and told me a great deal of your background once I was selected to be your aide. Not that I had not heard much of it before. But that does not sound like something you would willingly do. Run away. She also said that the ability to create was like a fire inside you. That you but saw something that could be new in your mind and it was as if you fed the fire.”

Jac nodded. That was him. Once a new idea took hold in him, he had to explore how to create something. It was now a curse, not a blessing. “Then the King must intervene…”

The aide shook his head, “He won’t. If you are killed, he will, or too injured to attend his Council tomorrow, he will, so you may end up scared, but in a way that you can be sewn up and attend his majesties council. His highness will have healers, even Searching Healers attend this battle. Do not look to shirk it, for last moon a Duke thought to teach the Prince his lessons, and the Duke attended Council with his cheek well bandaged. He wears those scars there now as a badge of honor and hate, I think.”

Jac shook his head. “Just take it, is that your advice?”

“Yes. Look at it this way. Now only did you become a Councilor of the King today, the first commoner in quite a while, for their were commoners before advising the Farserits, but more advised the Ishyurk’s. You also might be a Baron if the prince is serious in this. A Baron is nothing to sneeze at.”

Jac was richer then most Baron’s, at least that was what Col said. He would go and take his own counsel with his family and also Master Gearman. He would head to his parent’s home, which was in Old Town, in the lee of the inner wall. His sisters might have something to say also. Melissandier knew of the Prince’s band for they attended many of the plays in which she performed. He vaguely remembered that she had said so before.

“Very well, Petchurlin, I thank you, though I do not see as you have been much help. Should I live to see you tomorrow, then I expect you will show me your true worth.” That sounded more petulant then Jac had intended, but the man had already decided that Jac would bear the marks of defeat tomorrow when they next met.

‘I am sorry, my lord.” The man emphasized that. “I wish you the best today and until we next meet. I shall be here awaiting you for council tomorrow.” He nodded curtly and then left. Jac gathered his guardsmen and as they marched to his parents, he explained what happened.

Seeing urchins along the way, always happy to earn coin, he sent these lads as messengers to various people he wished to join him at his parent’s home. He marked two, who seemed smarter then the others with written notes, that they be sent after to the Creatory for a meal and then a simple lesson in letters. If they wished to learn, he would see that they had schooling should they pay attention from instruction by one of his apprentices. In this way one or two urchins he added each quartermoon to a school that he paid for in the great Mortonish temple. Seventeen lads and girls had learned enough and were smart enough to work for Gearman and Cartwright somewhere in the city. Others who he had helped also earned money each day after they had mastered their base skills. His own little tribe of one day magnates of business.

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English Historical Fiction Authors

Several of the followers of The Things That Catch My Eye blog will know that I also blog over at English Historical Fiction Authors.


The EHFA has a different blog post everyday supplied by authors like myself in the field. The reason to draw your attention to the EHFA today, is that the one year anniversary of the website/blog will be this weekend and there are approximately 20 books being given away in honor of that event. Just post a comment on Saturday the 22nd, or Sunday the 23rd at the site.

In honor of that, I will also contribute a copy of





Love is something that can not be fostered by deceit even should one’s eyes betray one’s heart.

Two brothers that are so close in appearance that only a handful have ever been able to tell them apart. The Earl of Kent, Percival Francis Michael Coldwell is only older than his brother, Peregrine Maxim Frederick Coldwell by 17 minutes. They may have looked as each other, but that masked how they were truthfully quite opposite to one another.

For Percy, his personality was one that he was quite comfortable with and more than happy to let Perry be of a serious nature. At least until he met Veronica Hamilton, the daughter of Baron Hamilton of Leith. She was only interested in a man who was serious.

Once more, Peregrine is obliged to help his older brother by taking his place, that the Earl may woo the young lady who has captured his heart. That is, until there is one who captures Peregrine’s heart as well.

Even though it is released in .mobi for the Kindle, I of course have the ability to send it to you in all formats for your eReaders and computers.

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We’ll run this from now till next Sunday!

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Each time I start a year, I have already compiled a list, months ago with about 6000 entered of what happened from 1788 to 1837. My first step now (It took several trials to get this down to a science) is to cut out the specific year I will work on and paste it into its own spreadsheet to work with. When I worked on the entire spreadsheet, sometimes inserting a line, with all the graphics I had begun to place, took a long time. Working on each year alone, is a lot faster.

With the year separated out, I now turn to my book sources,

The Timetables of History by Grun and Stein1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-22-18-01.jpg

Chronology of CULTURE by Paxton and Fairfield

1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-22-18-01.jpg What Happened When by Carruth.

PastedGraphic-2012-09-22-18-01.jpg, History of the World. A beautiful Dorling Kindersley book.

I now and diligently look through each of these to find entries that I did not come across on the internet, and other printed lists. It is possible that there are places that have more listings for each year. I have not found them. And when you go to the Timelines at the Regency Assembly Press page, there you will see all the graphical references as well. Something that I did not find anywhere else.

Here is the complete list of entries for 1802:

Year Month Day Event
1802 Jan 25 Napoleon was elected president of Italian (Cisalpine) Republic.
1802 Jan 26 Congress passed an act calling for a library to be established within the U.S. Capitol.
1802 Jan 29 John Beckley of Virginia was appointed 1st Librarian of Congress.
1802 Jan In London, England, William Cobbett (1763-1835) set up the Weekly Political Register. It spread dissent during the post-war recession.
1802 Feb 4 Mark Hopkins, US  educator, philosopher (Williams College), was born.
1802 Feb 8 Simon Willard patented a banjo clock.
1802 Feb 23 Dewitt Clinton (1769-1828) began serving as US Senator from New York and continued to 1803.
1802 Feb 26 Victor Hugo (d.1885), French novelist and poet, was born in Besancon. In 1998 Graham Robb published the biography: “Victor Hugo.” “Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.”
1802 Feb Napoleon sent a large army under his brother-in-law, Charles Leclerc, to regain control of St. Domingue. Thousands of soldiers died mainly to yellow fever and French control was abandoned so as to support military ventures in Europe. Toussaint L’Ouverture  (Louverture) turned to guerrilla warfare inspired by the ideals of the French Revolution and its motto of “Liberty, Equality, Fraternity.”
1802 February February: The Rosetta Stone, having been taken from the French as part of the spoils of war in Egypt, arrives in London and is presented to the Society of Antiquaries. A few months later, it is given to the British Museum.
1802 Mar 16 The US Congress authorized the establishment of the US Military Academy at West Point, N.Y. President Jefferson signed a measure authorizing the establishment of the US Military Academy at West Point, N.Y.
1802 Mar 24 Richard Trevithick was granted a patent in London for his steam locomotive.
1802 Mar 27 Treaty of Amiens was signed. The French Revolutionary War ended.
1802 March March: the Peace of Amiens, the final peace treaty with France, is signed.
1802 Apr 4 Dorothea Dix, American proponent of treatment of mental inmates, was born.
1802 Apr 8 French Protestant church became state-supported and controlled.
1802 Apr 19 Spain reopened the New Orleans port to American merchants.
1802 Apr 27 Abraham Louis Niedermeyer, composer, was born.
1802 Apr 30 President Jefferson signed the Enabling Act, establishing procedures under which a territory organized by the provisions of the Ordinance of 1787 could become a state. The law authorized the people of Ohio Territory to hold a convention and frame a constitution. Subsequently, in 1803 Ohio became the 17th state of the Union and the first created out of the Northwest Territory. This precedent was later followed by other parts of the territory.
1802 April April: A general amnesty is signed by Napoleon allowing all but about one thousand of the most notorious émigrés of the French Revolution to return to France.
1802 April April: Parliament repeals the British income tax of 1799 and orders that all documents and records relating to the tax be destroyed in response to public outcry.
1802 May 3 Washington, D.C., was incorporated as a city, with the mayor appointed by the president and the council elected by property owners.
1802 May 15 Isaac Ridgeway Trimble (d.1888), Major General (Confederate Army), was born.
1802 May 18 Great Britain declared war on Napoleon’s France.
1802 May 19 provided that anyone admitted swore to uphold liberty and equality.
1802 May May: Napoleon establishes the Légion d’Honneur or Ordre National de la Légion d’Honneur as a reward to commend civilians and soldiers. (All orders of the kingdom had been abolished during the French Revolution.) The Order remains the highest decoration in France.
1802 May In Saint-Domingue (later Haiti) Gen. Toussaint L’Ouverture surrendered to French forces. Many of his generals continued to wage a guerilla campaign against the French.
1802 Jul 4 The United State Military Academy opened its doors at West Point, New York, welcoming the first 10 cadets.
1802 Jul 7 The first comic book was published in Hudson, NY. “The Wasp” was created by Robert Rusticoat.
1802 Jul 8 Gen. Toussaint L’Ouverture of Saint-Domingue (later Haiti) was sent to France in chains.
1802 Jul 9 Thomas Davenport, invented 1st commercial electric motor, was born.
1802 Jul 24 Alexandre Dumas (d.1870), French novelist and dramatist who wrote “The Count of Monte Cristo” and “The Three Musketeers,” was born. Alexandre Dumas, pere, French author of romantic plays and novels. He wrote “The Man in the Iron Mask.” He was the father of Alexandre Dumas fils (1824-1895), French author of plays of social realism.
1802 Aug 2 Napoleon Bonaparte was proclaimed “Consul for Life” by the French Senate after a plebiscite from the French people.
1802 Aug 5 Niels Henrik Abel (d.1829), mathematician, was born in Frindoe, Norway.
1802 Aug 7 Napoleon ordered the re-instatement of slavery on St. Domingue (Haiti).
1802 Aug 25 Toussaint L’Ouverture (Louverture) was imprisoned in Fort de Joux, Jura, France.
1802 Aug 31 Captain Meriwether Lewis left Pittsburgh to meet up with Captain William Clark and begin their trek to the Pacific Ocean.
1802 August August: Napoleon is declared First Consul for life in a new French constitution, and is given the right to name his successor.
1802 Sep 4 A French aeronaut dropped eight-thousand feet equipped with a parachute.
1802 Sep 11 Piedmont, Italy, was annexed by France.
1802 Sep 19 Louis Kossuth (d.1894), later president of Hungary, was born. “The instinctive feeling of a great people is often wiser than its wisest men.”
1802 Oct 10 The 1st non-Indian settlement in Oklahoma was made.
1802 Oct 22 Samuel Arnold (62), English composer, died.
1802 Oct 28 The 34-gun Spanish frigate Juno, enroute back to Spain from Mexico [Puerto Rico], ran into a storm off the coast of Virginia. Captain Don Juan Ignacio Bustillo perished along with 425 men, women and children and an estimated half-billion dollars in treasure. A boy from the wreck survived on Assateague Island and was named James Alone. He later changed his name to James Lunn. Many Chincoteague islanders later traced their descent to James.
1802 Oct 31 Benoit Fourneyron, inventor of the water turbine, was born.
1802 October October: The Edinburgh Review begins publication.
1802 October October: The French army enters Switzerland.
1802 Nov 9 Elijah P. Lovejoy, American newspaper publisher and abolitionist, was born.
1802 November November: British painter George Romney dies at age 67.
1802 November November: British watercolorist Thomas Girtin dies at age 27. His early death prompts J.M.W. Turner to remark: “Had Tom Girtin lived, I should have starved.” Girtin was a landscape painter whose watercolour technique was considered revolutionary. He used strong colours in broad washes, painting with the colous in a manner that foreshadowed nineteenth-century style. Watercolour in his own time was conventionally used to tint drawings.
1802 Dec 20 The United States bought the Louisiana territory from France. [see Jan 11, 1803]
1802 December December: Madame Tussaud arrives in London and exhibits her wax figures for the first time in England at the Lyceum Theater. From 1803 to 1835, she tours throughout England with her exhibition. In 1835 the exhibiton finally gets a permanent home on Baker Street in London.
1802 Henry Holland converts York House on Piccadilly (for ten years a residence of the Duke of York) into the Albany apartments, 69 sets of rooms for bachelors.
1802 The American Academy of Arts was formed in New York City. Shares of stock in the organization were sold as if the academy were a a business corporation, reflecting the domination of the upper class in American culture.
1802 Sculptor Antonio Canova’s Perseus With the Head of Medusa is so admired that it is placed in one of the stanze of the Vatican hitherto reserved for the most precious works of antiquity.
1802 The first brass mill, built by Abel Porter and Co, and operated by horsepower, began operation in Waterbury, Conn., which became the leading brass manufacturing center in America.
1802 The Factories Act (sometimes called the “Health and Morals of Apprentices Act”) is passed, regulating factory conditions, especially in regard to child workers in cotton and woollen mills.
1802 The first practical steamboat towed two barges along the Forth and Clyde Canal.
1802 The Rosetta Stone. The Ptolemaic stela includes three translations of a single passage: in hieroglyphics, Demotic, and Greek. It was ultimately the key to understanding the previously undecipherable ancient hieroglyphic language. French scholar Jean-François Champollion is credited with the first translation in 1822. The stone has been on display at the British Museum since 1802.
1802 The second volume of Joanna Baillie’s Plays of the Passions is published under her name.
1802 William Cobbett begins publishing the Political Regsiter, a weekly newspaper.
1802 The Ottoman Turks, trying to maintain empire, are fighting the Saud family and its Sunni Wahhabi allies. In Mesopotamia the Wahhabis capture the Shiite holy city of Karbala. In Arabia they capture Mecca.
1802 Leader of Haitian independence, Toussaint L’Ouverture, receives a message from the French General Brunet to meet for negotiations. Brunet assures Toussaint that he will be perfectly safe with the French, whom he says are gentlemen. When Toussaint shows up for the meeting, the French take and ship him to France, to a prison near the Swiss border.
1802 The war-weary British sign a treaty ending their war against France — The Treaty of Amiens.
1802 James Gillnay painted “Cow-Pock,” a satirization of the new cowpox vaccination to prevent smallpox.
1802 Nathaniel Bowditch (1773-1838) published “The New American Practical Navigator,” later known as the “seaman’s bible.” It was a revision of his 1799 and 1800 works, which in turn revised the 1722 work of John Hamilton Moore.
1802 John Playfair published a more readable volume of Hutton’s Theory of the Earth as Illustrations of the Huttonian Theory of the Earth.
1802 James Callender, an English-born journalist, published a report in the Richmond, Va., Recorder about Thomas Jefferson and his relationship with the slave Sally Hemmings [Hemings]. In 1997 Annette Gordon-Reed published: “Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemmings, an American Controversy.” DNA tests of descendants in 1998 indicated that Jefferson fathered at least one child with Hemmings, her youngest son Eston Hemmings in 1808. Dr. Eugene Foster, author of the DNA report, later said the DNA tests showed that any one of 8 Jefferson males could have fathered Eston. In 2008 Annette Gordon-Reed authored “The Hemmingses of Monticello: An American Family.”
1802 Beethoven composed the 6 Gellert songs of Op. 48.
1802 Congress repealed all taxes except for a tax on salt and left the government dependent on import tariffs.
1802 Andrew Jackson was elected to command the Tennessee militia.
1802 Eleuthere Irenee du Pont de Nemours (d.1834), a French immigrant, set up a saltpeter mill in Wilmington, Del., on the banks of the Brandywine River. In 8 years it grew to become America’s largest black-powder plant as it supplied gunpowder to the US for the War of 1812.
1802 Joseph Ellicott, New York Quaker surveyor, founded Genessee County and the town of Batavia: “God made Buffalo, I will try and make Batavia.”
1802 Heinrich Olbers, German astronomer, discovered an asteroid orbiting between Mars and Jupiter, He believed it to be a planet and named it Pallas after Pallas Athena (goddess of wisdom and war).
1802 Edward Howard, English chemist, determined that the iron in meteorites was a unique blend of iron and nickel that did not occur in known terrestrial rocks.
1802 An American captain of the ship Palmyra blew ashore on a southern atoll 1,052 miles south of Hawaii and named it Palmyra after his ship.
1802 Harriot Wilson was publicly executed by the state of Pennsylvania for the murder of her infant child. An account of the “exploits of the murderess” is published in 1822 by J. Wilkey.
1802 In Australia the Aboriginal warrior Pemulwuy (b.~1750) was shot dead. His head was cut off and believed to have been placed in a jar and sent to England. He opposed British settlement and was described by Sydney’s then governor Philip King as “a terrible pest to the colony” but also “a brave and independent character.”
1802 Britain levied the first English income tax to raise money to fight Napoleon. William Pit the Younger 1st introduced the income tax to finance the war against France.
1802 England passed its first law regulating child labor.
1802 A British exploring party led by Matthew Flinders landed on a 96-mile-long island southwest of Adelaide and slaughtered 31 kangaroos for a feast. This 3rd largest island off Australia was thus named Kangaroo Island. Flinders named the Great Barrier Reef and found a passage to the Corral Sea.
1802 The Rosetta Stone was seized by the British in Egypt after the defeat of Napoleon’s army and was sent to England.
1802 The Rome stock exchange was founded. The Borsa di Roma occupied the site of a temple completed in 145 AD as a tribute to Emperor Hadrian.
1802 In Vietnam Hue was founded as the royal capital of the Nguyen dynasty that united Vietnam. Palaces, tombs and monuments were located along the banks of the Perfume River.
1802 In Denmark, Guldhornene by Adam Gottlob Oehlenschlager (1779-1850), poet and playwright, leader of the Romantic movement. He used old Norse legends and medieval ballads as a source of inspiration
1802 Rene by Francois Rene de Chateaubriand (1768-1848) was a short autobiographical novel which was regarded as introducing the romantic hero into French novels. It originally formed part of a volume on Catholicism, Le Genie du Christianisme; the author attempted to link the revival of literature with Christian instead of classical sources.
1802 Gray’s Elegy in a Country Churchyard was translated in Russian by the poet Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky (1783-1852). His contribution to Russian literature was to introduce, through his translations, the work of great English and German writers. He also wrote musical lyrics of unrequited love, as well as ballads and folk narratives.
1802 Marie Allard dies (B 1742) Ballerina
1802 The play A Tale of Mystery by Thomas Holcroft (1774-1809), an unacknowledged adaptation of Pixerecourt, performed at Covent Garden: this was the first melodrama seen in England. At that time Covent Garden and Drury Lane were still the only two theaters in London with licences for the performance of legitimate drama. They were hugh, so that subtlety of acting and naturalism of style and setting were impossible. Spectacle and melodrama, which was mainly action, flourished.
1802 The British established their influence in what later became the Bombay presidency. Their relations with native rulers at this time inspired a famous historical play, Bhau Bandki, written some 50 years afterwards. It is still popular and contains a strong role for a ‘virago’ actress. This has been played with great success by Durga Khote, whose theatre work in Maharashtra pioneered appearances by women without social criticism.
1802 Ludwig van Beethoven wrote his suicidal Heiligenstadt Testament
1802 Traite d’Harmonie published by Charles-Simon Catel (1773-1830) composer
1802 Uber J.S. Bachs Leben, Kunst und Kunstwerke, first biography of Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) by Johann Nicolaus Forkel (1749-1818) The book has served as a model for all subsequent books on Bach
1802 Malmaison by Charles Percier (1764-1838) and PFL Fontaine (1762-1853) was built for Napoleon and is characteristic of the decorative Empire style of which the two architects were the leading exponents.
1802 Precis et lecons d’architecture was published in two volumes by JNL Durand (1760-1834) He advocated functional rationalism in architecture and the work was very influential in nineteenth century France and Germany
1802 The Danish sculptor Bertel Thorwaldson (1768-1884) made his first successful statue, Jason, in Rome. He was recognized in his lifetime as the second greatest neo-classical sculptor (after Canova) and as an authority on Greek classical art. His style is considered either supremely noble or excessively cold.
1802 Jacques Louis David (1748-1825) painted a series of pictures celebrating the achievements of Napoleon. The austerity of his earlier work was here replaced by a more theatrical quality.
1802 Following Napoleon’s Egyptian campaign of 1798 DV Denon published Voyage dans la Haute et dans la Basse Egypte, providing a large collection of illustrated Egyptian motifs to be used in fashionable Western design
1802 Napoleon becomes president of Italian (Formerly Cisalpine) Republic
1802 Napoleon annexes Parma
1802 Napoleon annexes Piacenza
1802 Lajos Kossuth, Hungarian freedom fighter born (d 1894)
1802 Wilhelm Hauff, German author born (d 1827)
1802 Nikolaus Lenau, Austrian Poet born (d 1850)
1802 Sir Walter Scott: “Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border”
1802 Madame de Stael: “Delphine,” novel
1802 Jeremy Bentham: “Civil and Penal Legislation”
1802 Schelling “Bruno”
1802 Daniel Webster: “The Rights of Neutral Nations in Time of War
1802 Canova “Napoleon Bonaparte,” sculpture
1802 Period of the Classicist Empire style
1802 Gerard: “Madame Recamier,” portrait
1802 Ludwig von Schwanthaler, Bavarian sculptor born (d 1848)
1802 Beethoven : Symphony #2 in D Major, Opus 36
1802 John Dalton (1776-1844) introduces atomic theory into chemistry
1802 Erasmus Darwin (English Scientist) died (B 1731)
1802 William Herschel discovers binary stars
1802 German naturalist Gottfried Treviranus (1776-1836) coins the term ‘biology’
1802 Englishmen John Truter and William Somerville explore in Bechuanaland
1802 “Peerage” published in London by John Debrett (1753-1822), followed in 1808 by “Baronetage”
1802 The Duke of Richmond introduces horse racing at Goodwood
1802 Alexander von Humboldt almost succeeds in climbing Mount Chimborao in Ecuador
1802 West India Docks, London built
1802-1803 George Friedrich Grotefend published his account of translating Babylonian cuneiform script.
1802-1820 In Vietnam Emperor Gia-Long unites country.
1802-1828 Richard Parkes, English watercolorist.
1802-1838 Letitia Landon, English poet: “Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.”
1802-1876 Harriet Martineau, English writer and social critic: “Religion is a temper, not a pursuit.”
1802-1880 Lydia Maria Child, American author Thought for Today: “It is right noble to fight with wickedness and wrong; the mistake is in supposing that spiritual evil can be overcome by physical means.”
1802-1889 Juana Briones Y Tapia de Miranda was born in Santa Cruz, Ca. She was a battered wife and became the first California woman to get a divorce. She was the first to settle on Powell St. in what is now North Beach, SF. In 1989 the Women’s Heritage Museum persuaded the state to authorize a plaque in her honor to be set in Washington Square.

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Well I am honored. Twice in the last few weeks, awarded by other authors!

First Edward Carpenter has nominated me for The Versatile Blogger (See the bottom half of today’s post)

And now Debra Brown, author of The Companion of Lady Holmeshire, has tagged me for The Next Big Thing.



Winning this award means answering ten interview questions:

1) What is the title of your book?
        I only just started to think about the next book. Currently, the first draft I a writing is the end of a trilogy I have been working on for 25 years. By working on a project so long, I now have revisions to the first and second part of the trilogy.
        This last two weeks though I have been very fertile about deciding what will be my next project. I would like to complete it before November 1st, since that is the start of NaNoWriMo,Snapshot9%25253A22%25253A128%25253A22AM-2-2012-09-22-08-00.png (Which I have won 3 times now) and so far, these last three years I have finished my projects before I have started work on my NaNoWriMo project (National Novel Writing Month.)
        Without a title, the concept is RenTech
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2) Where did the idea come from for the book?
        In the editing stage of all the Regency Timelines, I read about many of the atrocities that the French were responsible for. I can not think of anything good that came from such men as RobespierrePastedGraphic1-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg, DantonPastedGraphic2-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg, Marat PastedGraphic3-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg or even NapoleonPastedGraphic4-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg. The last has the sobriquet of Tyrant for a reason. The Terror has been on my mind, not least because others have tried to tackle that period and it seems to me, failed.
        I do not think that I am filled with Hubris that I can attack the subject and best it. But I can put my slant on some of the issues.
        Lester Del Rey
Snapshot9%25253A22%25253A128%25253A32AM-2-2012-09-22-08-00.png was an author as well as editor with his own imprint. He wrote a book called Snapshot9%25253A22%25253A128%25253A25AM-2012-09-22-08-00.pngPolice Your Planet. I clearly saw how I could generate a plot by combining some of the elements in that book, some elements of the terror and the Guillotine, and the world of my RenTech duology. My RenTech/Steampunk world of Hornik and it’s neighbors forever changed as a Steam Engine changes the agrarian countryside to industry, and how the surrounding kingdoms are so effected. One of these surrounding kingdoms is where the Terror that has to be stopped, takes root.

3) Under what genre does your book fall?
        Science Fiction and Fantasy would seem to be the traditional venue for Steampunk related literature. As the integration of Steam to a feudal society has pushed them in the work that is being serialized now to a Pike and Musket era world, this will follow that and become early Georgian. Ultimately though, there will be a love story behind the veneer of world building.
4) Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
        There will of course be a hero and a heroine. And to be a hero, the lead has to be an actor in his late twenties, early thirties, so Colin Firth PastedGraphic5-2012-09-22-08-00.jpgis too old. I will have an old duke, though, and Colin, of Patrick StewartPastedGraphic6-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg, would do well for that role.
        For the heroine, beauty is important, and acting range would not necessarily be so. I have a friend who is a professor at a theatrical arts department. She says she advises all the young girls to get to size 0. With all the competition, casting is all about how good you look and a hope that great acting will come later. My current favorite for that girl the hero will want to do all to get is Laura Vandervoort
        For our hero, it is a shame that the John Carter movie
PastedGraphic7-2012-09-22-08-00.jpgfailed, but it did and we lose Taylor Kitsch PastedGraphic8-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg as a hero. But with a hero we can do depth of range. A hero does not have to look so gorgeous as the ingenue. So Jake Gyllenhaal PastedGraphic9-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg who has made an impression since October SkyPastedGraphic11-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg. Tobey Maguire PastedGraphic10-2012-09-22-08-00.jpgI think is now too old to play late twenties.
5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
        There is a time in all our lives when what is right is the reason to take a stand and stop evil no matter the costs.
6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
        I am on the self publishing track. I do publish through Regency Assembly Press and this will be through their imprint, Space Opera Books.
7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
        I expect this project to be about 105,000 to 120,000 words. Should be a month or so to write the first draft.

8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
        It will be like Snapshot9%25253A22%25253A128%25253A25AM-2012-09-22-08-00.pngPolice Your Planet, but I hope to put dash and derring-do in like The Prisoner of Zenda 51RcgGgZclL._BO2%25252C204%25252C203%25252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%25252CTopRight%25252C35%25252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.yqqGlLNydzRb-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg .
9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?
        The Scarlet Pimpernel!
10) What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
        Well, if you should like that last reference, then I think what I come up with will intrigue you. There will be a few excerpts placed here over time as well for you to take a look at. Sample and see if you want the book when it is available, possibly in 2013.



For the Versatile Blogger award, I am to reveal 7 things about myself:
1) I like history.
        In college, where I started with the goal of getting a business degree, I found that the courses that appealed to me where the ones in the history department. So I started taking those for my major. My parents thought this would lead to a law degree. But that was an area I didn’t like so much and worked in 2 law firms after college to know for sure that the profession wasn’t for me.
        History though is a great long big story. A precursor to writing stories, since you are studying stories. And to writing stories that have great big doses of historical fiction.

2) I like to read.
        I have a library of well over six thousand volumes. Most cataloged. My wife thinks this is terrible and hates the space I devote to the library. My parents hate it. My siblings tease me about it. But that has been the fodder that has been feeding the engine. I have read those books (Most of them) and have learned about story and pacing, and setting and dialogue. You really can’t be a writer if you haven’t read (And check with all the writers you admire, they will tell you the same.)

3) I am not confident in my own achievements.
        I don’t know if you should always be critical of yourself. I know I am a very good storyteller (need help in copy-editing, but I am a Historian, not a Lit major) But I am critical. I am always thinking the glass is not even half full yet. Because I most of forgot something. Or that could be better. Or why did I not go left instead of right and half a dot.com business?

4) I still am waiting to hit rock bottom.
        Ya gotta love this recession, right. We made the interiors of Cheesecake Factories, a chain of high end restaurants in the USA. My company, that I leveraged everything to purchase, made all the exquisite woodwork. PastedGraphic13-2012-09-22-08-00.jpg. I had over 40 employees at times, and then sub contracted the installation crews so we had them under us as well. My company. Owner, president and then… All money to build new construction dried up.
        We tried to keep it going. Put all the money we had made back into it. Had to close the doors. Walk away from everything. Tried to get a new job before the bank took the house. But they took that too. Lived with my wife & 2 birds at my sister in laws in an 8 x 10 room, everything in storage for six months. Relocated to the desert. Got a job finally, but they didn’t quite understand cash flow and I was let go. Keep thinking we have hit bottom, but then something new comes along

5) I am good at what I do
        Those who read these books I write only have good things to tell me (except for the issue of copy editing, and I do put the works through an external editing process). I can tell an entertaining story. I can sometimes write my dialogue as if it was designed for Beatrice and Benedick to banter. I can provide good bang for your buck!

6) I want more.
        But it would be nice to have enough money in the bank to get a new car. To pay for things around the house, to make a full time living at writing. 600 books a month is my goal for sales. I think if I achieve that, we are in business.

7) I have travelled but not enough
        Been to Israel and Egypt, Canada and Mexico, parts of the USA, Europe. I am anglophile and have been to England three times, 1975, 1990, 2007. My grandfather was English, he had a bunch of siblings and his father had a bunch of siblings. I have hundreds of English cousins. So I have that affinity. It would be nice to travel back. (Maybe one day an English Writers Conference will have me as the Guest of Honor 🙂

That is the gist of 7 things. There are many more things that make me, well me. But that is probably for the next award.

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English Historical Fiction Authors

Several of the followers of The Things That Catch My Eye blog will know that I also blog over at English Historical Fiction Authors.


The EHFA has a different blog post everyday supplied by authors like myself in the field. The reason to draw your attention to the EHFA today, is that the one year anniversary of the website/blog will be this weekend and there are approximately 20 books being given away in honor of that event. Just post a comment on Saturday the 22nd, or Sunday the 23rd at the site.


Each time I start a year, I have already compiled a list, months ago with about 6000 entered of what happened from 1788 to 1837. My first step now (It took several trials to get this down to a science) is to cut out the specific year I will work on and paste it into its own spreadsheet to work with. When I worked on the entire spreadsheet, sometimes inserting a line, with all the graphics I had begun to place, took a long time. Working on each year alone, is a lot faster.

With the year separated out, I now turn to my book sources,

The Timetables of History by Grun and Stein1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-21-08-24.jpg

Chronology of CULTURE by Paxton and Fairfield

1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-21-08-24.jpg What Happened When by Carruth.

PastedGraphic-2012-09-21-08-24.jpg, History of the World. A beautiful Dorealing Kindersley book.

I now and diligently look through each of these to find entries that I did not come across on the internet, and other printed lists. It is possible that there are places that have more listings for each year. I have not found them. And when you go to the Timelines at the Regency Assembly Press page, there you will see all the graphical references as well. Something that I did not find anywhere else.

Here is the start of 1824:

Year Month Day Event
1824 Jan 1 The Camp Street Theatre opened as the first English-language playhouse in New Orleans.
1824 Jan 8 William Wilkie Collins, English novelist (Woman in White), was born.
1824 Jan 8 Tom Spring defeated Jack Langan in a British championship boxing match that lasted 2½ hours.
1824 Jan 21 Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, Confederate General, was born.
1824 Jan 22 A British force was wiped out by an Asante army under Osei Bonsu on the African Gold Coast. This was the first defeat for a colonial power.
1824 Jan 26 Edward Jenner, discoverer of vaccination, died.
1824 Feb 4 J.W. Goodrich introduced rubber galoshes to public.
1824 Feb 9 Anna Katharina Emmerick (b.1774), a sickly, virtually illiterate German nun, died. Her gory visions of Jesus’ last hours of suffering before his crucifixion drew pilgrims to her bedside in the years before her death. In 2004 she was beatified by Pope John Paul VI.
1824 Feb 10 Simon Bolivar was named President by the Congress of Peru.
1824 Feb 14 Winfield Scott Hancock (d.1886), Major General (Union volunteers), was born.
1824 Feb 23 Lewis Cass Hunt (d.1886), Brig General (Union volunteers), was born.
1824 Feb 28 Charles Blondin, tightrope walker, was born.
1824 Mar 2 Bedrich Friedrich Smetana (1884), Czech, Bohemian composer (Bartered Bride, Moldau), was born.
1824 Mar 2 In the Supreme Court case of Gibbons v Ogden held that the power to regulate interstate commerce was granted to Congress by the Commerce Clause of the Constitution. The Court found that New York’s licensing requirement for out-of-state operators was inconsistent with a congressional act regulating the coasting trade. Gibbons had hired Cornelius Vanderbilt as captain of his boat, which operated under a federal license.
1824 Mar 5 Elisha Harris, U.S. physician, founder of the American Public Health Association, was born.
1824 Mar 5 James Merritt Ives, lithographer for Currier and Ives, was born.
1824 Mar 7 Meyerbeer’s opera “Il Crociati in Egitto,” premiered in Venice.
1824 Mar 9 Leland Stanford, railroad builder and founder of Stanford University, was born in what was then Watervliet, New York (later the town of Colonie).
1824 Mar 11 The U.S. War Department created the Bureau of Indian Affairs. A lifelong friend and trusted aide of Ulysses S. Grant, Ely Parker rose to the top in two worlds, that of his native Seneca Indian tribe and the white man’s world at large. He went on to become the first Indian to lead the Bureau.
1824 Mar 12 Gustav Robert Kirchoff, physicist, was born in Prussia.
1824 Mar 26 1st performance of Beethoven’s “Missa Solemnis.”
1824 Apr 17 Russia abandoned all North American claims south of 54’ 40’.
1824 Apr 19 George Gordon, (6th Baron Byron, b.1788) aka Lord Byron, English poet, died of malaria in Greece at Missolonghi on the gulf of Patras preparing to fight for Greek independence. In 1999 Benita Eisler published the biography “Byron: Child of Passion, Fool of Fame.” In 2002 Fiona MacCarthy authored “Byron : Life and Legend.” In 2009 Edna O’Brien authored “Byron in Love.”
1824 Apr 27 William Richard Bexfield, composer, was born.
1824 May 7 The Ninth Symphony by Beethoven had its premiere. The “Ode to Joy” lyric was originally written by Friedrich von Schiller as the “Ode to Freedom.”
1824 May 8 William Walker, president of Nicaragua, was born.
1824 May 16 Edmund Kirby-Smith, educator and soldier, was born. He was a Confederate general in the western theater.
1824 May 29 Cadmus Marcellus Wilcox, Major General (Confederate Army), was born.
1824 Jun 8 A washing machine was patented by Noah Cushing of Quebec.
1824 Jun 10 Caesar Augustus Rodney (v.1772), US Attorney General (1807-1811) and nephew of US Judge Caesar Rodney (1728-1784), died in Buenos Aires. He served as a US Senator from Delaware (1822-1823).
1824 Jun 16 The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals was formed at Old Slaughter’s Coffee House in London under the direction of Arthur Broome.
1824 Jul 20 Alexander Schimmelfennig, Brig. General Union volunteers, was born in Prussia.
1824 Jul 20 Marc Brunel (55) was appointed as engineer for the Thames Tunnel Company. He hired his son, Isambard Brunel, as his assistant. Brunel senior, a royalist, had fled the French Revolution to become, briefly, official engineer to the city of New York, and then, having settled in London, a consultant engineer to the Royal Navy. Educated and trained in both French and English schools and workshops, Brunel junior served his practical apprenticeship assisting his father in the building of the first tunnel under the Thames, which later carried the Underground between Wapping and Rotherhithe.
1824 Jul 27 Alexandre Dumas fils, French playwright, novelist (Camille), was born.
1824 Jul 30 Gioacchino Rossini became manager of Theatre Italian in Paris.
1824 Jul The Richmond [Virginia] Light Artillery changed its name to the Richmond Fayette Artillery in honor of the Marquis de La Fayette.
1824 Aug 15 General Lafayette returned to the US under an invitation from Pres. Monroe. Political ribbons were printed in for the 1st time in large quantities to celebrate his US tour.
1824 Aug 15 Freed American slaves formed the country of Liberia.
1824 Aug 24 Simon Bolivar’s army beat the Spanish in Peru in the Battle at Junin.
1824 Sep 4 Anton Bruckner, composer and Wagner disciple, was born in Austria.
1824 Sep 23 Captain Richard Charlton was appointed British Consul to Hawaii.  He arrived in Hawaii and assumed his post in April, 1825.
1824 Oct 4 The Federal Constitution of the United Mexican States of 1824 was enacted, after the overthrow of the Mexican Empire of Agustin de Iturbide. In the new constitution, the republic took the name of United Mexican States, and was defined as a representative federal republic, with Catholicism as the official religion. A liberal constitution, established at this time, was later replaced by Santa Anna.
1824 Oct 21 Joseph Aspdin patented Portland cement in Yorkshire, England.
1824 Oct 22 The Tennessee Legislature adjourned ending Davy Crockett’s state political career. Crockett died at the legendary siege of the Alamo in 1836.
1824 Oct 23 The 1st steam locomotive was introduced.
1824 Nov 2 Popular presidential vote was 1st recorded; Jackson beat J.Q. Adams. Gen. Jackson won the popular vote followed by John Quincy Adams, William Crawford and Henry Clay. Jackson won 99 electoral votes, Adams won 84, Crawford won 41 and Clay won 37. Crawford, Treasury secretary, was accused of malfeasance. Henry Clay was denounced for passing days gambling and nights in a brothel. Clay convinced his supporters in congress to vote for Adams. The House of Representatives chose John Quincy Adams, who chose Clay for vice president. A furious Jackson proceeded to help found the Democratic Party.
1824 Nov 5 Stephen Van Rensselaer established the Rensselaer School with a letter to Rev. Dr. Samuel Blatchford, in which he asked him to serve as the first president. The first engineering college in the U.S., Rensselaer School, opened in Troy, New York, on Jan 3, 1825. It later became known as Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.
1824 Nov 16 NY City’s Fifth Avenue opened for business.
1824 Nov 18 Franz Sigel (d.1902), Major General (Union volunteers), was born.
1824 Dec 1 The presidential election was turned over to the U.S. House of Representatives when a deadlock developed among John Quincy Adams, Andrew Jackson, William H. Crawford and Henry Clay with Jackson 32 votes shy of a majority. John Quincy Adams ended up the winner. He was reportedly the only bald-headed president.
1824 Dec 9 In the Battle of Ayacucho (Candorcangui) Peru defeated Spain.
1824 Dec 22 Chiefess Kapiolani, a Christian, defied Pele, the Hawaiian volcano goddess, and lived.  Tennyson’s eponymous poem celebrated the event.
1824 Charles X becomes the new King of France.
1824 Don Juan, written by English poet George Gordon, Lord Byron, is published this same year as he dies of marsh fever at Missolonghi at age 36, in the midst of trying to help the Greeks gain their independence.
1824 Fanny Wright makes a second trip to America, right behind the Marquis de Lafayette, joining him on his visits to Thomas Jefferson and James Madison. She is a champion for women’s rights and advocates free public schools in America.
1824 Hawaii’s high chieftess, Kapiolani, hikes 100 miles to the 4,000 ft. peak of Mauna Loa and descends 500 feet into the Kilauea Volcano’s crater against her husband’s pleas, and defies the steaming lake of red-hot lava by saying “I fear not Pele”. Later in the 1840s, she will be found to have breast cancer and will undergo a mastectomy without anesthesia.
1824 Hawaii’s Kamehameha II and his wife both die of measles during a state visit to Britain on July 14.
1824 Later in the year a penal colony is founded at Redcliff, before moving upriver to the present site of Brisbane.
1824 Lord Byron dies.
1824 Nicholas I is crowned Tsar of Russia.
1824 Oxley charts the Brisbane River as far as Colleges Crossing.
1824 Robert Owen, an English reformer, advocates women’s liberation, abolition of slavery and free progressive education. He purchases the town of New Harmony, Indiana from German Lutheran Rappites, with the intention of beginning communes in England, Ireland, Mexico, and the U.S. All will fail.
1824 The book, A Narrative of the Life of Mrs. Mary Jemison Who Was Taken by the Indians in the Year 1755 When Only about Twelve Years of Age and Has Continued to Reside Amongst Them to the Present, will outsell the works of Sir Walter Scott and James Fenimore Cooper until the end of the century. It is written by Mary Jemison, age 81, who had married a member of the Delaware tribe during her captivity and whom she really did love. Her Indian captors had sided with the British during the Revolution, and later deeded land to her when they were removed to reservations.
1824 The Combination Acts are repealed in England, which stimulates the trade movement.
1824 The first Anglo-Burmese War begins, and Britain begins annexation of Burma.
1824 The first joint strike by men and women takes place by weavers at Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
1824 The first regional American cookbook is published: The Virginia Housewife by Mary Randolph, age 72. It includes recipes for turtle soup, Virginia ham, and gooseberry fool.
1824 War develops between the British and the Ashanti in the Gold Coast, aka Ghana, West Africa.
1824 The Frenchman, Eugène Delacroix, paints The Massacre of Chios.  Britain’s romantic poet, Lord Byron, who has written “We are all Greeks,” has gone to Greece and dies of “marsh fever.”
1824 Britain and the U.S. negotiate a treaty establishing procedures for suppressing the slave trade, but the U.S. Senate undercuts the treaty’s powers and the British refuse to sign.
1824 In Britain, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals is founded, the first animal protection organization in the world.
1824 John Hayter painted portraits of Hawaii’s King Kamehameha II and Queen Kamamalu in London shortly before they died there of measles.
1824 Lydia Maria Child of Wayland, Mass., authored “Hobomok,” a novel of a Puritan girl who falls in love with an Indian after her fiancée is lost at sea. She later founded Juvenile Miscellany, the 1st children’s magazine in the US. She later authored “The Frugal Housewife” and “An Appeal in Favor of That Class of Americans Called Africans” (1833) and the poem: “The New England’s Boy’s Song About Thanksgiving Day” (Over the river, and through the woods…). In 1994 Carolyn Karcher authored her biography: “The First Woman in the Republic.”
1824 James Morier authored “The Adventures of Haji Bab of Ispahan,” the tale of a barber’s son who seeks his fortunes in Persia.
1824 Meyerbeer composed his opera “Il Crociato in Egitto,” with a part for the last of the great castrato singers, Giovanni Batista Velluti.
1824 The Second Bank of the United States, established by federal charter in 1791, was completed in Philadelphia by William Strickland. It was modeled after the Parthenon. From 1841-1934 it served as a Custom House. It was acquired by the National Park Service in 1939 and in 1974 became the home of the Peale portraits. The renovated museum reopened Dec 1, 2004.
1824 Rafael Garcia led the defense of Mission San Rafael against hostile Indians.
1824 Hens called Rhode Island Reds were first bred in Little Compton, R.I. They lay brown eggs and gained a regional preference.
1824 “Publish and be damned,” was exclaimed by the Duke of Wellington to Harrietta Wilson, a courtesan of note, whose publisher went trolling amongst her former beaux, offering exclusion from her memoirs for 200 hundred pounds sterling.
1824 Dean William Buckland of Oxford Univ. discovered and described the bones of the meat-eating Megalosaurus, “huge reptile.”
1824 William Moorcroft, East India Co. head of 5,000 acre horse farm at Pusa, India, arrived in Peshawar, Afghanistan, while enroute to Bukhara, Uzbekistan, to trade for horses.
1824 The Ashanti tribe in West Africa defeated the troops under Sir Charles MacCarthy. His polished skull then became a prized feature of the annual yam festival.
1824 The first company to come out with the paper milk carton was the Toronto East India Company, which developed it in 1824 due to a glass shortage.
1824 In England the first animal welfare group was founded.
1824 The Royal National Lifeboat Institution was established in England.
1824 The Mexican governor of California offered all missions for sale under a program of secularization.
1824 A Mexican General was served chiles en nogada after he threw out the last Spanish viceroy. The dish consisted of green chiles, pomegranate seeds and a white walnut sauce.
1824 Newfoundland became a British colony.
1824 The Saud family established a new capital at Riyadh.
1824-1860 Yanagawa Shigenobu II, Japanese printmaker, was active. His work included the color woodcut “Kuroho” (1832-1836).
1824-1868 Lesotho acted as a buffer between the Afrikaner’s Boer Republic and British colonial interests and supplied seasonal farm workers to both.
1824-1877 Julia Kavanagh, Irish novelist: “The slight that can be conveyed in a glance, in a gracious smile, in a wave of the hand, is often the ne plus ultra of art. What insult is so keen or so keenly felt, as the polite insult which it is impossible to resent?”
1824-1879 William Morris Hunt, artist. His work included an oil of Niagara Falls.
1824-1887 Gustav Kirchoff, German physicist, discovers that the reasons for the Fraunhoffer lines in light spectra from the sun are due to absorption of specific wavelengths of energy by elements in the gaseous chromosphere that resonate when impacted at specific energy levels. The light emitted by the excited atoms will then have characteristic markings such as the D-line of sodium.
1824-1889 (William) Wilkie Collins, English novelist. His work included the 1860 mystery: “The Woman in White.” It was later made into a TV version on both “Mystery” (1985) and “Masterpiece Theater” (1998).
1824-1892 George William Curtis, American author-editor “Heroes in history seem to us poetic because they are there. But if we should tell the simple truth of some of our neighbors, it would sound like poetry.”
1824-1907 William Thomson (Lord Kelvin), Scottish scientist-inventor, a leader in energetics. Along with Helmholtz he helped establish the principle of the conservation of energy.

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English Historical FIction Authors

Several of the followers of The Things That Catch My Eye blog will know that I also blog over at English Historical Fiction Authors.


The EHFA has a different blog post everyday supplied by authors like myself in the field. The reason to draw your attention to the EHFA today, is that the one year anniversary of the website/blog will be this weekend and there are approximately 20 books being given away in honor of that event. Just post a comment on Saturday the 22nd, or Sunday the 23rd at the site.


Each time I start a year, I have already compiled a list, months ago with about 6000 entered of what happened from 1788 to 1837. My first step now (It took several trials to get this down to a science) is to cut out the specific year I will work on and paste it into its own spreadsheet to work with. When I worked on the entire spreadsheet, sometimes inserting a line, with all the graphics I had begun to place, took a long time. Working on each year alone, is a lot faster.

With the year separated out, I now turn to my book sources,

The Timetables of History by Grun and Stein1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-20-08-24.jpg

Chronology of CULTURE by Paxton and Fairfield

1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__1__%252524%252521%252540%252521__PastedGraphic-2012-09-20-08-24.jpg What Happened When by Carruth.

PastedGraphic-2012-09-20-08-24.jpg, History of the World. A beautiful Dorealing Kindersley book.

I now and diligently look through each of these to find entries that I did not come across on the internet, and other printed lists. It is possible that there are places that have more listings for each year. I have not found them. And when you go to the Timelines at the Regency Assembly Press page, there you will see all the graphical references as well. Something that I did not find anywhere else.

Here is the start of 1823:

Year Month Day Event
1823 Jan 15 Matthew Brady, Civil War photographer, was born.
1823 Jan 27 Edouard-Victoire-Antoine Lalo, French composer (Symphonie Espagnole), was born.
1823 Jan 27 Pres. Monroe appointed 1st US ambassadors to South America.
1823 Feb 2 Rossini’s opera “Semiramide” premiered in Venice.
1823 Feb 16 John Daniel Imboden (d.1895), Brig General (Confederate Army), was born.
1823 Feb 27 William Buel Franklin (d.1903), Major General (Union volunteers), was born.
1823 Feb 28 Ernst Renan, French philosopher, historian, scholar of religion, was born.
1823 Mar 3 Guyla Andrássy Sr., premier of Hungary (1867-71), was born.
1823 Mar 23 Schuyler Colfax, (R) 17th US Vice President (1869-73), was born.
1823 Mar 25 Coelestin Jungbauer (75), composer, died.
1823 Apr 1 Simon Bolivar Buckner (d.1914), Lt. Gen. (Confederate Army), was born.
1823 Apr 3 William Macy “Boss” Tweed, New York City political boss, was born.
1823 Apr 4 Karl Wilhelm Siemens, inventor (laid undersea cables), was born.
1823 Apr 22 R.J. Tyers patented roller skates.
1823 May 5 James Allen Hardie (d.1876), Bvt Major General (Union Army), was born.
1823 May 8 “Home Sweet Home” was 1st sung in London.
1823 May 10 The 1st steamboat to navigate the Mississippi River arrived at Ft. Snelling (between St. Paul and Minneapolis).
1823 May 15 Antonio Frantisek Becvarovsky (69), composer, died.
1823 Jun 11 Major General James L. Kemper, Confederate hero, was born. He fought at the battles of Williamsburg and Gettysburg.
1823 Jul 1 The United Provinces of Central America (Costa Rica, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua and San Salvador) gained independence from Mexico. The union dissolved by 1840.
1823 Sep 10 Simon Bolivar was named president of Peru and assumed the presidency with dictatorial powers. He had led the wars for independence from Spain in Venezuela, Colombia, Peru and Bolivia.
1823 Sep 21 The Angel Moroni 1st appeared to Joseph Smith (b.1823), according to Smith (founder of Mormon Church). Smith in New York claimed that an angel named Moroni led him to ancient golden plates that revealed the untold story of America during biblical times.
1823 Oct 5 Carl Maria von Weber visited Beethoven.
1823 Oct 12 Charles Macintosh of Scotland began selling raincoats (Macs).
1823 Dec 2 President Monroe, replying to the 1816 pronouncements of the Holy Alliance, proclaimed the principles known as the Monroe Doctrine, “that the American continents, by the free and independent condition which they have assumed and maintained, are henceforth not to be considered as subjects for future colonization by European powers.” His doctrine opposing European expansion in the Western Hemisphere insured that American influence in the Western hemisphere remain unquestioned. Former US Pres. Thomas Jefferson (1801-1809) helped Monroe shape the Monroe Doctrine.
1823 Dec 7 Leopold Kronecker, German mathematician (Tensor of Kronecker), was born.
1823 Dec 19 Georgia passed the 1st US state birth registration law.
1823 Dec 20 Franz Schubert’s “Ballet-Musik aus Rosamunde,” premiered in Vienna.
1823 Dec 23 The poem: “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” was published. The poem was first published anonymously in the Troy, New York Sentinel, and was reprinted frequently thereafter with no name attached. Authorship was later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore and the poem was included in an anthology of his works. His connection with the verses has been questioned by some. Recent scholarship reveals the original to have been written by Major Henry Livingston (1748-1828). The segment of the poem referring to reindeer reads: Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem. Rudolph was added following the publication of Robert L. May’s Christmas story in 1939.
1823 Anne Royall, 54 and a Virginia gentleman-farmer’s wife, finds herself penniless after 16 years of marriage when her husband dies and his relatives cheat her out of his estate (she had been a servant at his estate when they had met). She petitions Congress for a widow’s pension, since her husband had been a Continental Army general, but it’s not enough to support her. To help earn her living, she soon travels the country, writing about her experiences and giving scathing insights into the lives of prominent people such as General Lafayette and others.
1823 Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley publishes Valperga.
1823 Oxley enters and charts the Brisbane River for the first time.
1823 Oxley enters Moreton bay and finds Pamphlett, Finnegan and Parsons, who had been living with the Bribie Island people after wrecking on Moreton Island several months earlier.
1823 The Spanish revolution is crushed.
1823 US President James Monroe issues the Monroe Doctrine, which warns the European powers not to interfere in American politics.
1823 Austria, Russia and Prussia authorize French troops to enter Spain to destroy the liberal revolution there and re-establish the rule of Ferdinand VII. Ferdinand begins revenge killings that will revolt those who returned him to power.
1823 Steam powered shipping begins between Switzerland and France on Lake Geneva.
1823 Mexico, interested in populating Texas, allows Stephen F. Austin to sell plots of land to settlers so long as they are of good character. 
1823 Alfred Russel Wallace (d.1913), naturalist, was born. He developed the theory of evolution by natural selection at the same time as did Charles Darwin.
1823 Raphaelle Peale painted “After the Bath.” The artist was a hopeless lush and one of the subtlest still-life painters who ever lived. On display at the Nelson Art Gallery, Kansas City, Missouri.
1823 Johann Anton Ramboux, German artist, created “Merenda in the Farnesi Gardens in Rome” in pen and brown ink over pencil.
1823 Franz Schubert composed his song cycle “Die Schöne Müllerin.” He also became gravely ill with syphilis in this year.
1823 The Reverend Hiram Bingham, leader of a group of New England Calvinist missionaries, began translating the Bible into Hawaiian. The project took 16 years.
1823 Mission San Francisco de Solano de Sonoma was established by Father Jose Altimira. It was to be the last of the 21 California missions set up to convert the native Indians and develop the local resources. The native Indians were of the Nappa tribe, hence the name of the Napa Valley. Spanish explorer Francisco Castro accompanied Father Altimira and they planted the first grapevines.
1823 The city of Ypsilanti, Mich., was initially named Woodruff’s Grove and was founded by pioneers in 1823. It was re-named Ypsilanti in honor of a Greek war hero, Demetrius Ypsilanti. The railroad came to the city in 1838, and it became a major stopping point for travelers between Detroit and the west. The Michigan State Normal School, now Eastern Michigan University, was founded here in 1849.
1823 In New Orleans Louis Joseph Dufilho Jr. established a pharmacy and was the first licensed pharmacist in the US. The building later became The Pharmacy Museum.
1823 John Rankin, Presbyterian minister, moved to Ripley, Ohio, and soon established the Ripley Line of the underground railroad. In 2003 Ann Hagedorn authored “Beyond the River: The Untold Story of the Heroes of the Underground Railroad.” In 2005 Fergus M. Bordewich authored “Bound for Canaan,” a look at the people involved in the UR operations.
1823 Philip Cazenova founded a British banking firm partnership. It incorporated in 2001.
1823 Lord Byron returned to Greece to provide moral support to insurgents and draw attention to Ottoman massacres of Greek civilians.
1823 Steam powered shipping began on Lake Geneva between Switzerland and France.
1823 The first New England missionaries arrived on Maui.
1823 The Momotomba volcano, 18 miles from Managua and on the northwest shore of Lake Nicaragua, went dormant. In the 17th cent. it had destroyed the capital of Leon.
1823 Poet Lord Byron spent a summer on the Ionian island of Cephalonia.
1823 In Brazil homosexual acts were decriminalized.
1823 British Major Dixon Denham and Captain Hugh Clapperton (1788-1827) entered Northern Nigeria from the north, crossing the desert from Tripoli.
1823 A fire in Rome destroyed a basilica, said to have been built over the burial site of St. Paul. This basilica had been built by Theodosius over an older church built over the burial site.  A new St. Paul Outside the Walls basilica was built over the site. In 2006 a sarcophagus was uncovered that dated to at least 390BC.
1823-1871 Charles Buxton, English author: “You will never ‘find’ time for anything. If you want time you must make it.”
1823-1890 William Kitchen Parker, English anatomist and embryologist. See [1883].
1823-1896 Coventry Patmore, English poet: “Nearly all our disasters come from a few fools having the ‘courage of their convictions.”’
1823-1900 F. Max Mueller, German philologist: “To think is to speak low. To speak is to think aloud.”
1823-1911 Thomas Wentworth Higginson, American clergyman-author: “To be really cosmopolitan, a man must be at home even in his own country.”

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English Historical Fiction Authors

Several of the followers of The Things That Catch My Eye blog will know that I also blog over at English Historical Fiction Authors.


The EHFA has a different blog post everyday supplied by authors like myself in the field. The reason to draw your attention to the EHFA today, is that the one year anniversary of the website/blog will be this weekend and there are approximately 20 books being given away in honor of that event. Just post a comment on Saturday the 22nd, or Sunday the 23rd at the site.

The Prize is Not as Great as You Think

As I have been plugging for the last few weeks, I now present you with the serialization on Wednesday’s of The Prize is Not As Great As You Think. That has been my working title and it is possible that before all is done, something different will suggest itself. Something shorter.

As mentioned it is a Ruritanian Romance. I can’t remember just now how the idea came to me, but then after it did I started to research, and reread such works as Edgar Rice Burroughs 240px-E-R-Burroughs-2012-09-19-12-01.jpg the The Mad King The_Mad_King-2012-09-19-12-01.jpg as well as the The Prisoner of Zenda 51RcgGgZclL._BO2%25252C204%25252C203%25252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%25252CTopRight%25252C35%25252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.yqqGlLNydzRb-2012-09-19-12-01.jpg to prep for writing my tale.

To prep you, the tale deals with events in the Grand Duchy of Almondy, as I describe ‘bordered the north of Switzerland. To the east was France and now Belgium. The Germanies to the west, and finally the Netherlands to its north. Almondy was landlocked.’

One of the characteristics of a good Ruritanian Romance is intrigue. And as you can tell from the position of the country, the buffer between Germany and France, there certainly will be opportunity for it. With such neighbors, and set 836 years after the conquest. The conquest that took place the same year the William invaded England and defeated Harold. The year of our story begins in 1902, September.

A period of time when the Great War is brewing.

I hope you enjoy and should you like to leave feedback before next Wednesday and the next installment, please do so.

Chapter One can be found either at our website


Or here on the blog


In chapter three we have now seen how the bastard brother has worked towards his brother the Crown Princes death, which now has occurred. This changes a great many things. Including the life of the man now next to be Grand Prince. He learns of his cousin’s death and preparations begin to take place as the new Crown Prince of Almondy reflects on what was his life and what will be his life. Even as he asks questions of who is really involved in the tragedy of his cousin’s killing. Could Germany or France be involved in this matter. Almondy is seen as a pawn between these two powers. It is a possibility.

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Dramatis Personae (so far)

Athelstan Perry-Bastard son of the Grand Prince of Almondy

Crown Prince Reginald Baxter Simeon Fitzroy Perry-Heir of throne of Almondy

Grand Prince Michael Alan Henry Fitzroy Perry-Ruler of Almondy

Michael VII-Grand Prince around 1640’s

Gerald Henry William Fitzroy Perry-2nd in line to Grand Prince

Princess Margaritte-sister of Baron William

Baron William Fitzroy Perry-Leader of government

Prince Michael Fitzroy Perry the Castle Snatch, Founder of the Fitzroy Perry, and conqueror in 1066 of the Almondian Keep.

Samuel-Bodyguard of Crown Prince Reginald
Franc-Bodyguard of Crown Prince Reginald


Celebont Palace-The permier castle of the Grand Prince of Almondy

Ritzlauer Hotel-Where Athelstan Perry lives


Almondy-Our mythical Country, north of Switzerland

Castle Repos where Reginald is headed to spend a few weeks before he is killed

Splatz–Small village where Prince Gerald has his farm on the outskirts of

Nantz–nearest town to Splatz and Castle Grayton where there is a railroad stop

Castle Grayton–Hunting Lodge near Splatz of Prince Reginalds


3) A Humble Farm

Gerry was content. The family ceremonies, marching in the St. Michael parade, were over for the year and he was glad to be home. Over six feet tall and big in the shoulders, he too found marching in the parade and carrying the platform physically demanding as his cousin the Crown Prince had been so vociferous about. Reginald had surprised him with the vast amount of curse words he knew and then loudly used when they reached the gates of the Celebont Palace.

Gerry knew that his cousin was angrier each year about their duty to carry the statue of St Michael up the long hill, but he thought Reginald was resigned to the task and would continue his obligation until ascending to the throne. Though Reginald had looked very nearly completely red, having been pelted with near all of the tomatoes that the citizenry had thrown at them this year. Cause for anger but his royal outburst had been far from princely. Gerry once again chuckled over his fortune in having removed himself from the Capital of Steilenberg. Reginald though was unable to do that.

Back at home Gerry was now able to return to his cows and tend the needs of the farm. Blue eyed with sandy brown hair, he had photographed well for the local paper. Now he was out of his formal clothes, and the ancient uniform that he wore to march in the parade was put away. Even the patent leather shoes with gilt buckles were gone for another year and he wore his second favorite boots once more.

Gerry’s father would hate that he had become a farmer, as Prince Reginald also did, never letting a chance pass to make a snide comment about it, but it was a good life. And the Grand Prince, for all that he was a dictator and did little for many, kept the prices on food stable. The prices so good that the farmers sold high enough that no farmer who put in a honest day’s labor would ever starve.

Farmers fed the cities and they were paid for it. Not that a farmer ever wanted all those riches that the city folk had. What would you do with them anyway?

There was work in the cites such as making roads so that these new automobiles could ride on them.Crown Prince Reginald, said he had ordered a Mercedes that had 35 horsepower. When Gerry had ridden to Nantz for the train to Steilenberg he had used one horsepower. His mare Maggie was just fine to take him anywhere in the principality. Why look for trouble and try to find someone to sell you gasoline, or who could fix one of the tires. Any smith could shoe a horse. There wasn’t any place Gerry could think of nearby to purchase gasoline or fix a tire.

All Reginald and Athelstan could talk of was progress, and where the country should go once the old Grand Prince died and the shackles he placed on the principality were gone. The two did not know their own father well enough, Gerry was pretty sure. The Grand Prince was smart enough to have kept them and the country from folly for over thirty years.

His two cousins chomped at the bit wanting to fight alongside the great powers of Germany or France. The last time Almondy had been in battle, sixty thousand men had gone to war and twelve thousand had not come back. The next war would be worse, and it would probably be fought right in the principality. The Germans wanted to kill the French and the French wanted to kill the Germans just as badly.

These countries could not see that peace was the best. They never would.

Much simpler to like cows and milking them. There was a calm when you were in the rhythm of milking a cow. As long as you didn’t make the cow mad. And Gerry had the four sweetest cows this side of Splatz. They never gave him trouble.

No, never. You sat on your stool, pulled on the teat and milk came out. Twice a day, and then you had it to take to market, the night before’s milking and that morning’s. Though that Henry Samuelson was very energetic and now was running a cart late morning to take the milk into town for sale, and in the evening as well. He only charged a penny a liter and that meant a better use of Gerry’s time for it saved him two hours a day, each day of making the trip into town.

The cows had to be milked every day else they let you know they were unhappy. It became painful for them, Gerry thought. Two days not milked and then very painful. Wednesday’s though, he took the milk to town himself for then he met friends and had some fresh bread from Pieter the baker.

He then sat in the platz and sold some cheese and milk; and even a duck or chicken or two. Gerry had to thin his flock of fowl regularly and one man could only eat a bird every other week. Else Father Guiseppe, who had come to serve in Splatz all the way from Italy, would scold him for being a glutton.

Gerry had a good life and had urged Reginald this last trip to Steilenberg to marry and produce a son or three so that he would no longer be heir to Reginald. Cousin Athelstan laughed and laughed over that. Finally he shared the joke with Gerry, who had to chuckle as well. Everyone wanting Reginald to marry. Well it was time. Reginald was over thirty now and soon he would be Grand Prince. That was assured.

“So, another trip to the capital. I heard that young Samuelson looked after your farm when you were away,” Pieter said. As it was a Wednesday, market day, Gerry had come into Splatz.

He said, “He is a good lad. A very good lad. I don’t know that he makes a decent living at this carting nonsense or will ever make anything of himself and save enough for a farm. But he is honest, eh, and has that smile that make all like him.”

Pieter looked to Gerry. “You should smile more yourself. The ladies think you are quite handsome when you do, you know. And you are a FitzRoy Perry. You could be Grand Prince even.”

“That is why they like me. Once Reginald has married and has children I shall be a lot less attractive I assure you. Father did not think I would ever be higher than fifth in line but then the smallpox took all of Cousin William Simeon’s line and that shooting accident three years ago, and cousin Alan died. I just moved up the ladder I guess.

“You know I would have married Farmer Friedrich’s daughter over along the river, he has some land that would have been her dowry. But once I became second in line, he would not even speak to me. He thought for sure I was no longer going to continue farming. She married the cobbler and now’s expecting her second child. The man has no idea whether to plant millet or soybeans, oats or barley and Fredrich now won’t give him the land. Hopes he can sell it and give the man the money to make more shoes.”

Pieter laughed, “We don’t buy the shoes he makes now. Not many that I can see anyway. His window is so full of shoes you think that we all had a third foot.”

Gerry looked at Pieter who just laughed harder. Gerry returned to the subject of his cousins for all liked to hear what the royals were up to, and they had Gerry to tell them the gossip. No other small village had a man close to the succession and could tell them of the royals.

“My cousin Athelstan says that I need be suspicious if any French or German comes to town that we do not know or can vouch for. Almondy’s neighbors are thinking long term now. Athelstan worries that they may try and manipulate me.”

“I don’t know any German or Frenchie that has been here since you have been gone. I heard that there was an Englishman wandering about in the countryside.”

“Pieter, those in Steilenberg thing we are the countryside,” and Gerry began his own laughing.

“I know that. Do you think I am a simpleton. Just because I rise and start my fires at two o’clock so that you and the others can have fresh bread each day does not mean I am dumb. No, the countryside is anywhere around here that is not the town. That is where this Englishman was seen. They say he is walking about the countryside and is on a holiday. I am not the simpleton but this Englishman sure must be to think that walking about this part of Almondy is a holiday.” Pieter added a look of indignation as well.

“Our countryside is not all bad for one of my cousin Reginald’s lodges is here. And you are not at all simple in my eyes.”

“Harrumph,” his friend cleared his throat. Then he continued, “Yes, Castle Grayton. But it is neither grey nor a castle. It is a good lodge and I will say that the view to the alps of Switzerland cannot be bested by anything else in our countryside. But that is five miles away.”

Gerry laughed, “And would you not want to see it from the inside and then spend time there? For only the little village below Grayton is nearer, with no rooms to let, for all that live there work at the lodge of the Grand Prince.”

“I suppose that you are right.”

Gerry nodded, for Pieter and he had discussed the castle before and how Gerry had visited it a few times.

There was a little commotion in the rest of the square, and a crowd seemed to be at the telegraph office. The one phone in the whole county was there, though a second line was being installed in the town council hall. “Trouble. When you see everyone swarm like that, it means trouble and never any good news, else you would hear cheering. Look, see,” Pieter pointed. “Old man Gerard is sending a boy to fetch the constable.”

They saw a young lad, too far across the platz to see who it was, but he ran from the telegraph office to the constables. Then the three constables, there were seven for the entire county, burst from the door of the office and now they were shouting and pointing. Arms flailing. Then the attention of the men from that side of the square all seemed to focus on the side where the bakery was, and where Gerry and Pieter were sitting.

“The commotion seems to be centered now on us here. And good friend, I can only think that there is one reason that they all point this way and now come,” Pieter said.

“Dear me. I can only think of one reason also. The Grand Prince must have finally succumbed to his many ailments.

The chief Constable, Lestaing said, “Hush all, Mr. Perry! Mr. Perry may we have a word? A message from Steilenberg. Terrible news, terrible news indeed.”

Gerry stood to receive all the men. “Is it my cousin? He has died?”

“Died, yes. Yes Mr. Perry. Died. No killed. The Crown Prince has been killed is the message from the Capital and we are to protect you until a company comes from the army. More later they said but we were to find you immediately.”

Gerry sat back down heavily.

“Back, all of you get back and give Gerry some room to breathe here. Constable clear these people back and delegate some to be your deputies,” Pieter said, waving his baguette like a stick to give Gerry some room and air.

“Tell me. Tell me what you know?” Gerry asked.

“That is all. Here you can read for yourself. If you want we shall send back to Steilenberg that we have you, your, uh highness. And ask them for any information you want.”

Gerry nodded, “Yes, let me read it.” That was quickly done. He was handed the telegram.






“Yes, a typical telegraph. Constable Lestaing, you will get your men and arm them. My cousin Athelstan told me that something like this could occur, but I thought he was joking. He said he would send me a paper on what to do in case this occurred. You, boy, run to the Postmaster and see if I have any mail. Master Helmut, will you see to my horse and getting the milking done for the next while. I don’t think I am going to be allowed to leave these gentlemen’s sight and best then I stay at the Blue Belle.” The only tavern that served a decent ale and that had rooms in the town.

Gerald thought that sounded commanding but he had little idea what else to do. He would have to tell his cousin the Grand Prince that he could not be a ruler himself. He had gone to the Assembly a few times with cousin Athelstan and saw why his cousin Reginald had avoided the place. They talked about many things and all too much for him. For what he wanted in life.

The Assembly talked whether they should rescind the ecumenical religious freedom as Rome wanted, Catholicism being the mainstay of the country, but Protestantism was second. And who did not see a Jewish doctor since Michael the Third brought them into the country when King Edward expelled them from England? Smart move that as well for the Jews brought banking to the country too. That made them important enough that their neighbors also refrained from attacking them for centuries just because they had banks and banking families.

Family legend had it that the Princess Sophie who had run off to America only did so because she was half Jewish, her mother being Jewish, and that the man she ran off with was Jewish as well. But now the Principality had Chinese, who were Buddhists and Japanese who were Shintoists, North Africans who were Moslem. It was a melting pot and Gerald would not know how to make a decision as Grand Prince. Or much more importantly how to keep France and Germany from each others throats, and the principality from becoming their next battleground.

How to know where to spend money, and how to keep the army supplied with new weapons like these automobiles, or the machine guns he had seen demonstrated. Those would cut a man in half surely. How could he be the Grand Prince and ask any man to fight, when those horrible guns could kill so swiftly.

Athelstan would be a much better Grand Prince than he would. Besides the court would laugh when he would bring his cows to the Celebont Palace. One could be an eccentric Grand Prince, but he was pretty sure that the nobles would not want to see Cows and their Grand Prince milking them. They would all probably complain about the flies and cow patties till he became deafened by them. That was the way he had always found the Steilenberg folk.

Men were rushing around at his direction then. Gerry turned to Pieter, “This is terrible. I do not think I can do this.”

“Nonsense. I have known you for years. You certainly will be better than your poor cousin as a Grand Prince. Reginald looked good in the pictures of him in his uniform, but I always heard he was dumber than a chicken. Liked the ladies and drinking, but not much more to him was there? You’ve told us all about him for years.”

Gerald’s lips puckered as he nodded. “Yes. I had always thought that my cousin would rise to the occasion though, for I think being Grand Prince here, now, means that one is thrust into greatness. If the first Michael had known we would be in the middle of such powerful neighbors, I think he would have walked right on by. Who knew in 1066 that the Celebont Palace would become so important. The knight my esteemed forbearer took the place from had only just finished building it and was deep in debt to the king of France. Styled himself a baron. Now look what we have got. Damn French have no king any longer but they want all the interest from that loan, I tell you,” Gerry said.

“Can’t trust no bankers. They’re all Jews!” Pieter went to spit. They had enough room that they had some privacy even as men tried to get a glimpse of Gerry. The same men who had seen him ten minutes before the telegram came, and they all knew what he looked like.

“Don’t disparage the Jews. The banker here, Mister Potts is not a Jew, though Doctor Coyne is. Best Doctor for miles as you well know. Took good care of that burn you had last year, and your broken leg the year before.”

Pieter nodded. “I suppose you are right. It is just a saying.”

“It is sayings that cause problems. Best think bad thoughts about people you know are bad and have done you wrong and then think nicely of those who have never harmed you. That I believe would be the best motto to live by, don’t you think so?” Gerry asked.

Pieter laughed, “There you see, Highness, you will make a great Grand Prince!”

Gerald shook his head. He knew he would not, and did not want to be one. Consable Lestaing had returned and he had three rifles and four pistols that he and another man carried.

“Here, if we can move you now to the Blue Belle, it will be easier to protect you…”

“I suppose that if men killed my cousin, then there are those who might wish to kill me, but I am just a farmer.” Gerry tried to protest. It did little good and soon they were all moving to the Blue Belle. There were some guests but all were Almondians and when they heard what was happening and who was now sitting in the main room, some who had rooms upstairs were happy to clear out of them and give the Crown Prince a safe place that he could go to.

Steilenberg was two days ride away, but the train, which had a stop up the valley at Nantz, could have a company there in some few hours. Depending on the station masters getting an army train assembled in Steilenberg and then getting the routing handled. That took time too. By nightfall a company of soldiers from the army could reach Splatz.

“Well, it will be a few hours. Pieter has a good round loaf of sourdough and you Master Kramer, do you not have a stew, as you usually do?”

Master Kramer and his wife kept the kitchen always ready to serve travelers food. There usually was a big pot of stew on the stove. For as long as Gerald remembered, bread from the bakery that Pieter now owned, would be used as bowls for stew from the Blue Belle. It always was a hearty meal. “I do. Of course I do. I shall fetch you some in a bread bowl, shall I highness?”

“Yes and I think a whisky is called for today to drink as well. I fear Constable Lestaing has made it clear he will not let me travel to my house. Though once the soldiers are here, I hope there will be enough men that I may go there and collect some things. I do not even have my night clothes that I may sleep. Or my shaving gear for tomorrow morning my cheeks will be very prickly.” That brought a laugh, but the Constable solved that problem. New shaving gear was brought from the local store of Mr. Mueller, while a nice girl, Hilda, went from the Inn to Gerry’s farm to fetch other items of a personal nature.

Hilda was a maid and two young men went with her, enjoying their new status as deputies of Constable Lestaing and the chance to accompany the very pretty Hilda. Pieter had returned to the bakery and the novelty was wearing off. Other townsmen drifted away about their business and soon it was the Constables and just a few others who also acted as guards with Gerry. Afew other thrill-seekers stayed in the hall as well as the guests of the Blue Belle.

“I don’t suppose that things will ever be the same again will they?” Gerry asked and it certainly was directed at the Constable. He was the closest thing to a man with authority in Splatz that Gerry, or any other, could trust.

Lestaing looked about and then shrugged, “Probably not, Prince. And don’t shake your head and tell me I’ve said before I wouldn’t call you that. You are the Prince now, whether you like it or not. Someone has to be the Prince, else this country is going to fall apart. Look about this room, a third are of German stock and proud of it. The other third are French, and as proud. That last bit, from all the other parts of Europe and Mr. Cheng is from China. We all get along pretty well, but that last war near tore us apart here as well as on the battlefield. An Almondian knows better to take sides in a fight between the big countries. But if the commoners all had the vote, then what would happen in the Assembly? War there I would bet. That is why Almondy needs the Grand Prince, to walk us across that tightrope.”

The room they sat in had two parts to it; the bar and dining area and the smaller sitting room area. They were in the dining room at a table next to the wall, which was also adjacent to the bar. Two of the men that Lestaing had deputized stood at the bar while the Constable stood at the other side of the table looking across the room. Other constables of Splatz had been summoned and some were in the rest of the dining room. One waited outside to wave down the soldiers when they arrived. Another was in the small entry room where the desk for those who were guests of the Blue Belle conducted their arrangements.

Eleven men Gerry knew of were guarding him and the Blue Belle. As much as it was possible in Splatz. He did not think that there would be an attack against him. He had been in the army for two years when he had graduated the university, and made a lieutenant as well because of his blood. His cousin Reginald had started life in the army as a colonel and then after three months he was made a general.

Gerry started as a lieutenant and ended as one. His first three months were spent learning how to be a soldier and the next three an officer, exactly as the other members of the aristocracy and rich upper class of men who sent their sons to become soldiers. Reginald, he knew, had never risen at four in the morning and spent fifteen minutes trying to bathe with cold water and do all that you needed to dress quickly and get outside for inspection, in the dark with twenty-nine others of your barracks all doing likewise. And there being only two commodes.

At least though there were commodes. Thirty years before, he had heard often enough from the training sergeants, the gentleman officers would have used an outhouse. The regular soldiers then and often now had no such luck but had a shovel in which to make a hole in the ground. Gerry had found later that was not a complete exaggeration. Several regimental barracks still had no plumbing to take care of such matters. Fortunately since the Franco Prussian war, and they had fought with the winning side, much had been done to modernize the army. More regiments had the appropriate facilities than did not.

Gerry was not a fool. Despite many thinking he was for his living in Splatz as a dairy farmer. Lestaing was right.

Almondy was certain to be the center of any new war. And as Gerry read in the papers, chances were that Almondy could swing the balance of power from one side to the other.

He cleared his throat to get Lestaing’s attention, “I don’t mean to criticize, but may I offer some advice, Constable. If I were to be attacked, first such a person has to get into the Blue Belle, or see me through the windows. Perhaps closing the drapes is in order? Then you have only one man outside. A perimeter created with a few more men; they can be watched from someone at the windows. I should think a man in the kitchen and the back door there kept closed, only opened when another man is there to help watch.” Some of the lessons of being an officer he could never forget.

“Yes of course. I tell you Prince, when the army gets here I shall be glad. This is too much for me. But you are right about this.” Lestaing gave out orders and repositioned his men as Gerald had suggested. “Why did you not stay in the army?”

Gerry thought for a moment and then signaled the barmaid for a tankard of the Belle’s Almondy Ale. “Not a long story but one of conscious and similar to the advice you have given me. I had befriended all the cultures of ours but I knew as I went higher in rank I would have to give orders that would cause one Almondian to hurt the family of another from elsewhere in Europe. That I thought would be hard to do. So dairy farming. Good hard work and no bullets.”

Now though, a bullet quite likely had killed his cousin. Whatever killed Reginald, this day would be remembered a long time. “I wonder how my cousin died and what the Grand Prince will do. When I was in Steilenberg I heard that there were radicals that had tried to kill Reginald before. But Athelstan also said that there were factions in service to Germany and France also that might wish to provoke an incident and make it look like their rival had done so. Something that would force us to choose alliance with the other.”

Lestaing said, “I hope for your sake that Grand Prince Michael lives for a long time. Then you do not have to bear such burdens. But if he were to pass the crown to you, I should think to have an alliance with both and we join the country that is attacked. Would that not be a deterrent. I have always thought to say that to someone, and you are the only Assemblyman we have because you are a noble. Now of course you are much more.”

Lestaing had a point. Two. It was a good idea to make alliances with France and Germany and say that Almondy would join the defender. The other point was less palatable. That Gerry was now in a position that he would be Grand Prince. Could he convince Michael to pass him by? Could the Assembly choose the next in line after him? Could he even abdicate or refuse? Would that be allowed? Had it been done before? He was not a good student of the history of the Grand Princes.

“Constable, can we send a runner to the bookseller. Mr. Granowitz has a number of books and if he has a few on the Grand Princes of Almondy I should like to read them. I have been avoiding this part of my heritage.”

Lestaing started to laugh, “I hope you have kept up on other matters. There is a lot to do should you become the Grand Prince. Of course you need not carry the statue of Saint Michael any longer during the pageant.”

“Yes. I know some things that I expect would be helpful, but I probably have much to learn. I think the key to being a good ruler of Almondy is choosing good advisors,” Gerry said.

“That is true of all men in power. I am fortunate that the mayors of our town always look to me to be chief constable. Mayor Goretz, before your time, thought perhaps that his brother would be a better chief constable and others had to appeal to the Senior Chief Constable in Steilenberg to ensure I was not removed from my office. I do not know if your cousin, Prince Reginald, was thinking along such lines as good and trustworthy men to help him rule and govern. The pictures in the papers often had him at parties and with various pretty women.” Almondy had three national papers and then several regional papers. Even they had a paper printed in Nantz.

Gerald said, “I should mourn more. Though I did not know Reginald all that well. When I went to Steilenberg as a child he had little to do with me. He was a few years older and that made all the difference. Even Athelstan was older for he was just a few months younger than Prince Reginald. Athelstan though spent time with me and saw to it that I had someone who talked to me. He called me five when I was very young because I was fifth in succession. Lately when he felt like making a joke he has called me two.”

The constable nodded, “If he has the poor taste to call you one, you should do something about that now. I will not say that Prince Reginald was a great man, but before we had these newspapers, Princes had lovers at court. All know that. And many drank and caroused. Perhaps they knew that once the crown was upon their head they would not have such time to do so again. We commoners can celebrate all our lives, but the Grand Prince must be serious for he has serious burdens and obligations.”

Gerry nodded, “I shall think on it. But if so, then I must catch up on carousing. Milking cows and tending the farm has not left me as many opportunities to make such a noise as my late cousin.” he smiled for a second and then thought of the sad circumstances and shook his head. More angry because he had made the statement then sorrow felt over Reginalds death. It had been a glib thing to say and not worthy of anyone to say such. Least of all him.

Gerry wished he could feel more regret at Reginald’s death. He knew that he was shocked by the news. But he also knew that Reginald was more of an acquaintance and one he did not admire than one of his closest relations. Gerry also sensed that Reginald did not feel favorably to him either. Reginald’s country relation who actually worked. Gerry was an embarrassment to Reginald and his cousin was surely glad they did not see each other more than once a year during the Pageant of St. Michael.

Constable Lestaing though grinned at Gerry’s last remark and turned to the bar and motioned for another Almondy Ale. As pithy as it had been about ‘carousing’, the man did not fault him for having said it. Gerry finished his stew and Mistress Kramer had a piece of pie ready. A very large piece of pie, that she had whipped cream up fresh to place on top of it for him to eat. She brought that out to give to Gerald.

Everyone in the county knew he was a Prince, but what Prince milked cows? They quickly had forgotten that Gerald was a Prince when he had brought the farm and lost his city airs. And when he did not seem to be inheriting the throne, he had become just one more of the hundreds of descendants of Prince Michael FitzRoy Perry, the Castle Snatch, that lived throughout the entire country. Though there were few now who could trace their line through a male, direct to the first Prince.

Hundreds though who could claim that they were family. And as he had seen at gatherings in Steilenberg, many would claim the closest of acquaintance even though they were the most distant of family, should they need something from the Grand Prince. They all paid the favorable taxes whether they owned rent paying land or not, which was a benefit. That was the most that the Grand Prince seemed to do when he was asked for favors, though all men were given a place in the army as officers should they wish it. They could even stay in it all their lives, for Gerald had met near twenty cousins who were in the army while he served his two years.

The training class the season after his had a cousin who he had met often in Steilenberg when he had been serving. He had not seen Sir David Lieven when he was at the capital for the St. Michael pageant a few weeks before. But Gerald had only stayed the one night, and gotten on the train not more than an hour after they had finished that terrible climb up the hill.

The hill had been mostly open in the days of the Castle Snatch in the eleventh century. Not until the summit was reached were there buildings for a little village outside, and a little away from the keep’s gates. But the way up to the keep was quite large, and now three streets to the left and two to the right of the main thoroughfare ran parallel. There was even a flattened area about the middle of the climb that the Square and Cathedral of St Alban had been built. The church was nicer he was sure, than Notre Dame in Paris, though tourists did not come as often to see the cathedral of Steilenberg. Other buildings were there as well. Rich nobles and merchants settled there, half way to the summit and the Celebont Palace. Enough room that they could lay out gardens and big houses. Higher along the roads to the castle there was not enough room for such luxury.

Sir David Lieven was a Captain in the cavalry now, a prestigious assignment, though not the Guards. Gerry knew that Reginald did not like Sir David, and Sir David could not trace his line through men all the way back to the Castle Snatch. At least two women, maybe even more, interrupted the direct line. A cousin nonetheless and dedicated to Almondy. Reginald was, no, had been, a snob.

When Gerald had become the second to the throne, Reginald had made a remark about the stench of his cows. Not that Gerald had not expected something like that. And not that he could reply in kind to the Crown Prince. Reginald had been a bully.

So mourning his cousin did not come with ease. Gerald needed to find something good to say.

Those sent to his farm had returned and he found they had been very thorough getting his writing journal and favorite pen. They also had found his travel case. Gerald had not taken it to the barn to put away just yet. It had been still out, though emptied after his last trip to Steilenberg. Hilda had filled it with clothes, including his officer’s uniform.

“I don’t know that I need that. I don’t even know that I can fit into that.”

Lestaing laughed. “I think you will find that you do need a uniform, highness. You will probably be wearing one quite often. It seems to be the only thing the papers show that Prince Reginald ever wore.”

Gerry nodded. That was so. Reginald was the Colonel-in-Chief of the Guards, though little good that did since the Guards did not seem to have protected him from death. Reginald was also the Colonel-in-Chief of at least three other regiments as well as the Senior General under his father of the entire army.

Would Cousin Michael Alan make him a man with such rank? Since the Franco-Prussian war Almondy had started a war college and Gerry had actually attended for three months at the end of his term as a lieutenant. It was in Steilenberg. He knew from his experience that those who wanted to treat it professionally, as the Germans did theirs, were outvoted by those who did not think it was necessary and so treated it more of a social opportunity while stationed in the Capital.

There were eight million Almondians and if Gerry had to bet, over two million men could be sent to fight if needed.

Without some professionalism soon, there would be no way to lead so many. Further, without professionalism in their army, the enemy, or friends that bordered their country would not think of Almondy as a threat. Just some roads they had to pass over to get at one another. And even better, if the Great Powers could fight in Almondy and destroy Almondian lands instead of their own, better still.

With his writing material he thumbed to a free page of his journal and titled it ‘Reginald.’ He did not want to make two lists, but one of just his good qualities. Too many would remember Reginald’s bad qualities now.

One day the good ones Gerry hoped could make it into a history book. He now had three books courtesy of Mr. Granowitz the bookseller. The man would not tell Gerald how much they cost, so Constable Lestaing agreed to find out. That way Gerald could send him the money. Why not? The royal treasury could pay or Gerry had the price even from his farming monies.

One thing Reginald thought to tell Gerry at the last trip was that Athelstan had been saying that Gerry had but five crowns a week all told to spend upon himself. Not the worst of the poor, but certainly not what one would think of a noble’s life. Gerry didn’t need his cousin to tell him what he already knew.

Gerald however did not care very much if Reginald knew or didn’t. He would miss his cows if he now had to live in Steilenberg. He was sure he would have to live in Steilenberg. He would miss not having cares beyond the farm. Those were more than enough for any man.

What if it rained too early? What if it rained too late? What if it rained at the right time, but too long? Too much snow. Too little. Too much sun and the same about too little. The stock getting sick. The stock having too many chicks, or calves, or foals. What if the price of feed went up by too much? What if the Grand Prince dropped the price of milk or beef, or chickens or grain? All these he worried about. All of them.

Would he have such worries in Steilenberg?

Now Gerry began to write about his cousin. Should Reginald choose he could say a word to make one filled with humor as well as make one feel snubbed. Reginald had been a ready wit. Gerry wrote down most of that leaving out the part about making people feel snubbed.

The Crown Prince had given out a great deal of coin when he was drunk and brought drinks for his many friends. A friend when he knew you for a moment and you chose the same brewery or distillery that he favored at that time. He did not discriminate that way.

Reginald was strong as well, though the last couple years he had put on too much weight. No he was still strong in spite of it. As Gerry thought about the list, he saw that it was growing and with some more time he would have a half dozen entries easily. More time and perhaps he could stretch it to a dozen. Reginald must have had something to recommend himself to the ladies besides the title he was to inherit. They all went back for more even after he had them as lovers. Though an unfavorable view would be that the ladies hoped for the prize of the throne next to the one he was to occupy.

That too could turn out to be his own fate, Gerald thought. That was something he did not want to think of. That was something he could not think of. He was twenty-eight and had not decided should he marry or not. He had told Pieter that he wanted to wait until he was no longer considered for the Throne. Well that might never be an option. Now he might have no choice in the matter.

“Riders coming. I think it is the cavalry!” One of the lookouts at the window said and then one of the men from outside came in.

“The cavalry are here, highness.”

Gerald nodded and then knew he had to stand and go to them. He started to put his writing materials and books together but the maid Hilda hurried over, “Allow me highness, please. I shall put them with your things.”

Again he nodded and continued out to meet those who were riding up. It was a company he saw then even as the gloom of dusk was drawing nigh. One hundred and twenty men, all on horse. A pennant near the front of the column snapped and he saw on the long white triangle a black circle that enclosed a white number one.

“The First Cavalry regiment. A very good fighting unit. I was in the second infantry. But not the Guards. Do you wonder at that?” Gerald said aloud.

The constable shook his head, “From what I have heard the First Cavalry always has a few companies ready to stage from the railway station and they can have the rest of the regiment ready in an hour. The guards take longer.”

Gerald laughed, “True. At least it was so five years ago when I finished my stint as a soldier. Too many nobles and rich officers amongst the Guard and usually allowed leave to pursue their social agenda. They have their duties that they must attend, four hours of service with a royal once every two weeks, there are that many guard officers, but otherwise they may do as they please.”

“Well, highness, maybe that would be a thing you can change in Steilenberg. I think most people think the Guard are the elite of our men.”

Gerald nodded, “The men and sergeants are.”

The Constable looked at Gerald. Gerald shrugged. He certainly remembered them that way. He had been escorted by two privates of the Guards Regiment when he was in Steilenberg the previous week.

The unit made it’s way about the platz but two patrols split off and galloped to the flanks and the side streets that were to either end of the block that the Blue Belle was on. Those were good tactics and they should run into the men that Gerald suggested be placed there.

At least the commander of the company thought the same way that Gerald did.  There had been attempts on his cousin’s life before by radicals. Anarchists with bombs. All over Europe such little men thought they were made big by lobbing a bomb against their leaders. In many countries it was against those who had no real power, but were figureheads now.

Gerald liked being alive, most days. Last time he had a cold he would have liked to die. Milking the cows those three days were not fun, but it did pass and he felt better soon enough. So he did want to live. If there were anarchists now intent on killing him, best to take precautions and not only make it impossible for the anarchists to reach him, but try and root out the anarchists as well. Almondy had some men and women who acted as spies. He wondered how they were doing against the anarchists, or did his cousin the Grand Prince just have them looking to France and Germany and those two behemoths intentions regarding Almondy?

A company of cavalry should have a captain in command, a lieutenant to aid him, and four lieutenants to command the four patrols. Seven sergeants, fourteen corporals and one hundred and twenty troopers.

There, next to the trooper who carried the company banner was a very familiar face. The very cousin he had been thinking of. Sir David Lieven. On the other side of the banner trooper was another Captain as well.

“Hello Highness. You look well,” Sir David said.

“Captain Lieven, please.” The other officer said.

The trooper holding the banner grimaced. Behind them was a lieutenant and a couple sergeants. The troopers were spreading out, some dismounting and getting their rifles quickly. Rushing forward to enter the Belle, as well as make a perimeter around him. They thought to push the Constable from his side but he motioned that they shouldn’t.

One looked to the Captains on their horses for clarification but Gerald said, “I believe I am now the Crown Prince?”

That caused the man to back down even as the second Captain said, “Yes, highness. I have the duty and regret to inform you that…”

“My Cousin Reginald was killed. I saw the telegram. You are?”

“Captain Adolphus Krabe and this is my command, Fox Company.”

Gerald nodded and turned back to Sir David, “You command Baker Company, I had heard?”

“Yes Highness. Sorry but I have to call you that now, cousin. I tagged along for the ride when I heard the news. I am afraid I and Sergeant Phillipe here are absent without leave, though I shouted at the duty officer where I was going.”

“With your permission Highness, I will remind the other Captain that I command this column,” Krabe started again.

Gerald shook his head. “Captain, Crown Prince Reginald was killed how? You do not know either and we asked for clarification from Steilenberg hours ago. No, I think we must change some things. Who is your second, lieutenant?”

A man behind the sergeant that had dismounted said to the question, “Mannstein, highness.”

Gerald said, “Good. And you were one of the ready companies at the train depot, I suppose.” There was a lot of nodding to that. “Good. No offense Krabe was it? But I know Sir David as he probably told you. Sir David, please take command of Fox company. Krabe, I shall need an aide and you will do. You and your sergeant as Sir David of course has brought one of his. Lieutenant Mannstein please inform the patrol lieutenants, and now if both Captains will come inside. Four troopers, yes that will do. We have been in the dining room holding our own and that shall serve. Come you two, I do not wish to wait all night for I imagine you are holding the train at Nantz.

Lieven clapped his arm about Krabe and said, “Did I not tell you that his Highness would surprise you. Why I think you are in shock. And look here, Crown Prince Gerald Henry William FitzRoy Perry has much more to be in shock about then you or I. Highness, I come!”

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