“Welcome, Prince Karl. David’s in his office and Judy is on the phone, but they should be in anytime now.”
“Just Karl, please, Frau Higgins,” Karl said. “In Grantville ‘prince’ doesn’t seem appropriate somehow.”
“Then call me Delia, Karl,” Delia said as her grandson David Bartley came in.
“Good evening, Karl,” David said in Amideutch. “What’s Judy the Barracudy up to now?”
“I don’t have any idea, but it will probably be profitable.”
“Just networking,” Judy said, coming in behind David. “Nothing sinister.”
David snorted in disbelief and Judy stuck out her tongue.
They took their seats and talk turned to business. The Higgins Hotel was doing well and getting a reputation as the swankiest hotel in the Ring of Fire area, though the new hotel that was to be built on the bluffs overlooking the south side of the Ring would probably beat them out for view. A new Higgins was under construction in Magdeburg and Karl spent some time lobbying to get one in Silesia. In return, Delia lobbied him to write King Fernando in the Netherlands about putting one in Amsterdam. They talked about the American Equipment Corporation debacle, and Judy the Younger brought up Sarah’s objection to the whole deal, with Judy bashing Sarah, and Karl jumping to her defense. David spent his time being evenhanded, and Delia watched over the whole thing.
“I’m afraid that Judy is right about Sarah being better off in the public sector.” David buttered a roll, as he explained. “It’s not that she lacks the skills of business. At least no more than most of us up-timers. But she doesn’t like it and, frankly, she finds it difficult to understand those who do.”
“That may well be true, David, but that simply speaks well of her honesty and fairness.” Karl took a sip of the hot cocoa.
Judy waited a moment to see what David would say, but when he didn’t speak, she did. “Sarah isn’t some plaster saint, Karl. She gets all self-righteous about it and forgets that all us greedy capitalist types are necessary. Also that we aren’t bad people, we’re just trying to get things done.” Well, Karl did need to know what he was getting into.
“And the money’s nice, too.” Karl laughed.
“Don’t go all noble on us, Judy!” David said. “We wouldn’t know how to deal with a noble Judy the Barracudy.”
* * *
Delia joined in the laughter. It was clear to Judy that Delia was aware of the various levels of the conversation. What was less clear was what she thought about it, though Judy had a sneaking suspicion that Delia was laughing at the children. Sarah and David’s breakup had been about as amicable as such things ever are, but then David and Sarah weren’t very open about what they were feeling. Judy was quite sure that both were hurting over the breakup. In their pride, if nothing else. She was also quite sure that they would both work hard to do the right thing as they saw it. So David and Karl were dancing around the issue of Sarah by talking about her financial skills and lack of business orientation. Delia would be aware of all that, and while she was fond of Sarah, David was her grandson.
“But won’t it make your relationship more difficult to maintain with Sarah in Magdeburg?” Karl asked.
“We broke up, Karl. It was pretty friendly as breakups go, but there it is.”
“Oh.” Karl was clearly at a loss as to what to say to that.
Judy could almost hear him thinking. Yes, Karl, she thought. “Yippee” is the wrong thing to say.
* * *
The next day Judy got a call from Karl. “So what was last night about?” Karl asked as soon as she came on the line.
“Sarah is on the market, Ken Doll. Last night was giving you the heads up.”
“What made you think I’d be interested?”
“Please, Karl. I’m not blind.”
“Sarah . . . ?”
“She is blind, Karl. Even bringing her roses won’t do it. You’re going to have to tell her you’re courting her or she won’t realize it. Mom, by the way, isn’t blind. She’s known for months.”
They talked for a while about the best techniques and what Sarah liked.
Wendell House, Grantville
“What’s this?” Sarah Wendell took the card from Agnes, the maid. The card was white and embossed with the Liechtenstein coat of arms, printed in three colors on top quality white card stock. Aside from the coat of arms, it had Karl’s full name and phone number. Along with an extension scrawled on the back. The phone number was for Liechtenstein House, a rather palatial residence located less than a mile from the Ring of Fire and equipped with all the up-time conveniences. The extension would have the caller put through to the prince’s private office, or wherever he happened to be in Liechtenstein House, with the minimum delay. However, Sarah already had both the number and the extension. So she didn’t see the point in Karl sending her his card.