"This evening. The daylight is still long."
"Fine," Steve said. "Weckherlin, find him something to eat and drink and a place to sleep, while I pull together a team to send."
Fulda, September 1634
"Who do you have back?" Saunders Wendell asked. He was Würzburg's UMWA man. Steve had sent him up as head of the emergency assistance team. "Or is that supposed to be 'whom do you have back?' "
"Who cares? About who and whom, I mean. We have Harlan and Roy. They were a team. Von Ilten and his men found them walking back from von Buchenau's. It sounds like when the interviewer didn't show up, von Buchenau started to get cold feet. You tell them." Andrea waved at a down-timer.
He introduced himself. "I'm Ruprecht von Ilten. Buchenau was expecting an Irishman to do the interviewing. When no one had shown up two days after someone was supposed to, Buchenau fed them and let them loose. We gave them mounts and an escort back to Fulda. By the time we got up to the castle, Buchenau was gone."
Wendell shuffled through his notes. "Any idea where?"
"Not according to his wife."
"Any recommendations?"
"She's a second wife. The first one was childless. About seven months gone with her first child. Set her father in to manage the place, I would say."
Andrea pulled herself up straight again. "Only if all of you guarantee to back the kid's succession if it's a girl against more distant claims in the male line."
Von Ilten blinked first.
Wendell looked back at Andrea. "Go on."
"Fred and Johnny. They were a team, too. Our friends here had to buckle a bit more swash to get them out of Berlepsch's hands. Dramatic armed confrontations and all that. Gus Szymanski has the casualty list. Johnny's quite a bit the worse for wear. According to Fred, he put up a good fight. Gus has splinted, salved, set bones, and the like. He should be okay, but he's not going to be on his feet for quite a while. Once it won't hurt him too much to ride in a wagon, I want to send him back to Grantville to recover. He married Antonia Kruger from Barracktown and their first baby was born and died earlier this year. I expect he'd like to take her to see his folks. His parents were left up-time, but he has a sister. Simon Jones is his uncle. Just get away from Fulda for a while."
"I don't see any problems with that," Wendell concurred.
"Joel you know about. He was with the abbot."
"Yeah. You haven't found the abbot?"
"No. But Joel says that the men who grabbed him were speaking English to one another. Three of them, speaking English with an Irish accent. How many Irishmen can there be on the loose in Fulda? I've been here for close to two years now and there's never been one here before. Not that I know of. And we haven't found Orville and Mark." Andrea caught a sob. "Or Wes and Clara. I'm sorry."
"Who's out hunting now?"
"Mostly the Fulda Barracks Regiment. They've apologized for you know what."
Wendell frowned. "No, I don't know what."
"Derek can explain it to you when they get back. It's just too complicated, and I'm too tired. He has Lawson and Denver with him. Dave Frost is with Captain Wiegand and the Fulda militia. They've combined and split up. Does that make sense? Some of each group are beating their way systematically through every nook and cranny of the von Schlitz properties. Jeffie Garand is with Ruprecht von Ilten's people, heading for Tann. They're all still looking. Everybody's been out. The granges. Even the League of Women Voters."
Wendell rolled his eyes heavenward. "We have one of those down our way, too. With a sheep named Ewegenia as a logo. She's a caricature of Veleda Riddle."
Andrea stared at him. "Please don't tell Sergeant Hartke's wife."
Last Visions
Bonn, Archdiocese of Cologne, September 1634
"Where is everybody?"
The servant at the boarding house where Walter Butler kept rooms looked at the roaring man as if he were a ghost.
"Fighting, if they are fighting men. Fled, if they had someplace to go. Waiting, if they are the rest of us."
"Do I have any messages? And get me something to eat."
Deveroux came in. "There's no place safe. Looters are out in the town, already. I left MacDonald watching the horses."
Butler turned to the servant. "Pack up all the food that isn't perishable for us." Back to Deveroux. "I'll read these while we're riding."
"Damn," Butler said. "Triple damn."
"What?"
"The archbishop of Mainz went back. The up-timer who is now supposed to be the cardinal-protector of the USE got the Swede to give him a salva guardia."
"No way would Gustavus Adolphus give him a safe conduct."