Alida, who had been a "poor cousin" for nearly fifteen years, since her father and mother died, declared that she was perfectly prepared.
Cory Joe warned her that this wasn't going to be a Cinderella story. That she would be exchanging a life of sharing an attic room with her sister Madeleine, wearing hand-me-downs, running errands for her employer, and eating at the second table, for sharing an efficiency apartment in the Magdeburg officers' quarters with him, buying at thrift shops, finding a job, and eating a lot of bean and barley soup, which she would have to stir herself unless he could get his sister Pam in Grantville to find a crock pot at a yard sale. He even went so far as to warn her that there was a good chance he'd have to move to Prague in the not-so-distant future.
Job-related reasons, he explained. He drew the line—right now, anyway—at explaining to Alida the complexities of his professional relationship with Francisco Nasi. Cory Joe figured he'd been honest enough, for the time being. He saw no point in piling on the fact that his real job was assistant and bodyguard to a Sephardic spymaster soon to be in private enterprise in what had to be one of the shadiest and riskiest businesses in the world.
Alida took into account that Version One of a fairly Spartan continuing lifestyle did not include Cory Joe, whereas Version Two did. She repeated that she was perfectly prepared, while thinking that she would deal with figuring out what a crock pot was later.
Consequently, the lawyers went to work.
In the case of LaChapelle, unfortunately, without notifying Pam in advance. Jean-Louis assumed that since her older brother and stepfather were both present and agreeing to the provisions of the marriage contract, all would be well with Pam when he returned to Grantville with the happy news that they were betrothed.
Jean-Louis was a young man with an immense amount of self-confidence.
Laurent Mauger saw no reason to bother his darling Velma about the negotiations for her two oldest children's marriages until all the provisions of the marriage contracts had been satisfactorily resolved. Worry and concern might mark the unborn child. Better for her to remain quietly at the villa, without a concern in the world, sheltered and protected by his sisters.
Grantville
Before Grantville's law enforcement staff was ready to move, all paperwork and authorizations in hand, Jacques-Pierre Dumais left town.
The Garbage Guys, Duck and Big Dog Carpenter and Gary Haggerty, told the powers that be that he quit his job and was going to the Netherlands on the grounds that his good friends Laurent Mauger and his wife Velma had invited him to come be godfather to their baby and take over the day-to-day management of a new startup company, which would be manufacturing lava lamps.
As Veda Mae said to Willard Carson and Pam Hardesty, all of them at Garbage Guys were quite proud of his success. It went to show how much an immigrant could accomplish after he had been exposed to that good old American spirit of get-up-and-go for a little while.
She was sure that he would be spreading that spirit up there among the Dutch. After all, he had taken out his citizenship papers here in Grantville. She had sponsored him herself.
Frankfurt am Main
Soubise read the latest letter from his brother for the third time. His valet was already packing.
Henri was quite right, of course. This had been Ducos again. The man was simply creating too many problems for the remainder of the Huguenot diaspora. Locquifier and Ouvrard had gotten out of town, before the authorities could apprehend them. Before even de Ron knew that they were gone. Leaving him stuck with the last three weeks of their bill, which had made him rather snappish to deal with recently.
Deneau was in a morgue in Grantville, unless someone had paid for his burial.
Ancelin was in Grantville's jail. Thus far, taking full advantage of the prohibition on judicial torture that the congress of the State of Thuringia-Franconia had enacted at the insistence of the up-timers—a thoroughly wrong-headed law, in Soubise's opinion—he had said nothing. But Francisco Nasi was no slouch; and neither, from what Soubise could tell, was Grantville's police chief Preston Richards. Between the two of them, if they didn't know already, they would figure out that Ancelin was a central figure in the plot. It was safe to assume that the officials of West Virginia County would keep him as their unwilling guest for a long, long, time.
Brillard? Nobody had seen Brillard for a couple of months. They would probably find him with Ducos. When they found Ducos.
Which was the critical thing. Soubise was leaving for England. From there, he would go to Scotland. Noblesse oblige. He looked at Joachim Sandrart, who would be traveling with him. "We will take care of our own."