“As to the director-general’s foreign policy . . . However noble of character the up-timers may be, they aren’t in control of the USE. They have influence out of proportion to their numbers, but those numbers are minuscule. Poland is probably less of a threat to us than the axis of Sweden and the USE. From where we sit, the biggest difference between Napoleon or Hitler and Gustav Adolf is that his army would probably do quite well in a winter war in Russia. He was born and raised in Sweden, after all. If he should decide to take Poland and keep coming east, we will be facing a force that outnumbers us and outguns us, led by a man who is quite possibly the greatest general of our time. We will need allies. All of them we can get.
“Natalia Petrovna,” Shuvalov said, “I take no joy in the thought of war with the up-timers. But I learned at an early age that what I want doesn’t control what happens.”
* * *
Director-General Fedor Ivanovich Sheremetev rode his horse up to the gates of the Dacha compound at the head of a troop of personal cavalry. He had still not made up his mind what to do about the Dacha. His cousin, Ivan Petrovich, wanted it. Wanted it badly. And Ivan Petrovich, corrupt as he was, had support within the family and the Boyar Duma. Also, Fedor could rely on Ivan to crack down on the Dacha staff.
Which was, in a way, the problem. Ivan Petrovich would squeeze the golden goose all right—but he just might choke it to death. And the Dacha had been laying right well over the last couple of years. Among other things, it had laid the logistics for the dust-up with Poland. Which had put Russia in a better position than it had been for twenty years.
A lot depended on how well Leontii Shuvalov’s suit was progressing. If the Gorchakov girl, Natalia, was proving difficult, Fedor might have to go with Ivan Petrovich because he could not afford to have the Dacha or the Gun Shop running loose. He got down from his horse with difficulty and shook Leontii’s hand. “How goes your suit?”
“Reasonably well, Director-General,” Leontii said. “Princess Natalia understands the situation. I won’t say she is thrilled, but I doubt she will fight it.”
“And how do . . .” Fedor paused as the lady in question arrived. “We’ll talk later.”
* * *
“The letters have gone out to Poland, what’s left of the Holy Roman Empire and the Turks,” Director-General Sheremetev said. “I’m not sure of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, mostly because Władysław can’t seem to get over the notion that he should be czar of Russia, but who knows? I expect to have better luck with Murad. I don’t know which way Ferdinand will jump.”
“And the riots?” Leontii asked.
“Worked quite well at distracting Mikhail’s adherents and added enough between him and the bureau men to cut off most of his information flow. They have also provided more than ample justification for cracking down on the bureaus. I think we have them put in their place for now.” Sheremetev snorted. “Button clerks, the lot of them. Self-important button clerks who have been getting above themselves since the Time of Troubles. They needed to be shown the stick. We’ll wait a few more weeks before we show them the carrot.” Sheremetev was talking about a plan to put enforcement of the ties to the land in the hands of the government.
“Anyway, you will have heard the reports by now. So what do you think of Cass?”
Shuvalov said, “He does know and understand up-timer technology. But I’m deeply concerned about his effect on the atmosphere here. I had visited the Dacha a couple of times when Bernie and Princess Natalia were in charge, and there was an openness to it. It’s hard to explain. Everyone cared about the work. Everyone, from the maids with the chamber pots to Natalia herself. All the way up and down the line, everyone was concerned with making a contribution. I’ve tried to maintain that attitude, but with Cass it’s almost impossible. He demeans everyone.”
Director-General Sheremetev laughed at the colonel. “Leontii, my boy, the up-timers would call you a boy scout. I saw the same thing you saw, my friend. But it was too free. Believe me, the Dacha will produce more with a bit more of the whip and less of the carrot.”
“Very well, sir. But I still despise that bastard. And I don’t care at all for the way he looks at Princess Natalia.”
“Is the princess interested in the up-timer?” Sheremetev gave Leontii a sharp look.
“No.” Leontii laughed. “She despises Cass even more than I do. She might be interested in Bernie, though. She’s young and inexperienced. I don’t believe she really knows her own mind.”