Spirit Ch 04
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After tearfully hugging each of my wives and concubines, I hurriedly introduced them to the newest group, and then ran back aboard the Audoflede to go help the Marise. I noticed King Tassimut staring at the sunken fleet after hearing that the citizens of the city did most of the fighting.
My troops had remained aboard, figuring that we would head out again once they heard what happened. Once we reloaded food, ammunition for the mortars, and another five hundred archers, we left the Saxon widows in the competent hands of Audoflede and set sail for Ostia, one of the two harbors of Rome. Rather than trying to catch the scattered remnants of the escaping fleet, we sailed at top speed directly for Ostia and Portus, arriving the next afternoon. Any ships that survived their encounters with the Marise wouldn’t even be halfway home yet. When we arrived, Ostia--the city half abandoned now due to the river silting up--quickly surrendered after a brief display of our mortars. That allowed us to secure one of two mouths of the Tiber River.
Some of the extra archers secured the city, and others boarded any empty or near-empty ships in the port and began making their way up the Tiber River. Meantime, while the Audoflede secured Ostia, the Gotberga secured Portus and the northern mouth of the Tiber. Once they secured the city, all but a thousand of our troops began the trip upriver to Rome aboard smaller ships captured in the port.
Well before dawn, 4,500 of our 5,500 troops were across the Tiber River from Rome. As the first light of dawn began to lighten the morning sky, explosions began to rock the city. By the last explosion, the city was fully awake. Soon they would be both awake and very pissed off. I waited an hour for them to discover my handiwork, and then approached the collapsed section of the city wall on a horse I had appropriated.
When hundreds of troops stormed out of the city towards me, I heard the corresponding thump from dozens of mortars behind me. Several long seconds later, the ground before me exploded, sending horses, soldiers, and parts of both flying, stopping the remainder in their tracks. Many riders were thrown from their mounts when the horses reared or skidded to a sudden stop. When no more explosions occurred, five of them approached cautiously, unarmed, to see what I had to say. I told them that King Odoacer had attacked us, and I was now retaliating.
One of the first explosions this morning had destroyed a section of the upper level of an aqueduct into the city. I warned them that every aqueduct would have an expanse of at least five hundred feet leveled to the ground if they didn’t meet my demands by noon tomorrow. Destroying only a few feet of the top level of a single aqueduct was a gesture of goodwill on my part, making it much simpler to repair. In addition to destroying the aqueducts, I would collapse the ends of the Cloaca Maxima, the underground sewer system where water entered and exited the city, and we would rain destruction down on the city indiscriminately. My demand was to have all the weapons in the city brought to us in wagons. I warned that the prisoners we took in Valencia told us how many there should be (not really, but it sounded good).
In addition, I expected twenty large cargo wagons filled with gold, silver, and jewels. Finally, I expected to have the extended Royal Family turned over to us, and the city surrendered to us. I promised that no harm would come to any member of the Royal Family as long as they cooperated and there was no deception.
I told them not to expect reinforcements from the ill-fated attack fleet. Less than a third of their ships had survived the attack, and one of my ships had been hunting down the survivors for the last four days. Two more of my ships were standing offshore awaiting any that managed to make it back and both ports were in our hands.
Late the next morning, a solemn procession left the city headed our way. As I specified, the wagons were uncovered. The Royal Family was subdued, but they remained dignified as they approached. I re-affirmed my promise to them that they would be safe. Odoacer’s son Thelan, daughter Odele, and his wife Hedda each rode a horse. Each swore that Odoacer’s brother Onulf had gone to Valencia. Onulf’s wife Auberon and two daughters, Sanja and Wilda, rode right behind Odoacer’s family. Once the weapons, Royal Family, and loot from the city were aboard cargo boats, we headed back to Portus. My scouts used their mirrors to signal our other troops. They would remove the explosives and ship them back to Portus or would dump the powder out and burn it to keep it out of enemy hands.
Two thousand of the remaining troops would make their way into the city to keep order until Clovis sent a governor. More than twenty empty boats had arrived overnight from Ostia and Portus to help carry back our troops, as well as any cargo we looted from warehouses along the river. We had loaded and returned thirty boats yesterday and sent another fifteen that were still fully loaded when we arrived.
Only eleven of the attacking ships made it back to Portus. Neither Odoacer nor his brother were among the survivors. None of the survivors knew the fate of Onulf, but several said the men aboard Odoacer’s boat went down fighting, insisting on shooting arrows at the Marise, even though their arrows fell woefully short. Archers aboard the Marise cut down everyone aboard, but not before the few remaining men alive aboard the boat threw Odoacer’s body overboard to prevent it from being displayed. Then they resumed their ill-advised attack. The Marise had five boats in tow, four of them filled with captured men. The fifth held only bodies, testament to Odoacer’s refusal to be captured alive.
We ended up sending more than six hundred ships filled with captured goods from Rome and environs to Valencia. Among those goods were marble, bricks, and quarried stone for building. We also took cotton, wool, silk, and ingots of various metals. A dozen ivory tusks and a hundred amphorae of spices would bring us a hefty profit. Not wanting the people of Rome to starve, I made sure we left the food. I left word with Captain Brunaz, whom I’d left in charge of our troops and the city, to send as much building stone and as many bricks as he could--after they repaired the aqueduct. His men searched homes belonging to the wealthiest citizens of Rome, Portus, Ostia, and the large villas in the surrounding countryside, stripping them of their treasures and elegant furnishings, which filled more than another two hundred ships. More troops sailed south to the area around Naples and looted the opulent estates of the wealthy there, sending us another three hundred ships filled with looted goods.
Three hundred workers who were intimately familiar with Roman building techniques went with us to help us build up Valencia. I’d forgotten that the Romans built five-story concrete, stone, and brick apartment buildings, something I felt was quickly becoming necessary in Valencia in order to provide suitable housing for everyone I was relocating there. The families of the men we took, and their belongings were included, meaning more than two hundred additional ships. Not everything went at once. Each of the captured ships made numerous trips, as did our own junk-style ships. A last-minute addition was the shipwrights in Portus and Ostia to speed up the construction of our fleet. Their families and belongings would follow as soon as space aboard the ships permitted.
On my return trip to Valencia, we stopped in Massalia (modern Marseilles) and sent a messenger to Clovis to let him know the Frankish Empire just grew, again, and he would need to appoint a governor. I didn’t think anyone left in Rome was appropriate, and the former King and his brother both died in an unsuccessful attack on Valencia. I also let him know just how unsuccessful their attack had been.
The next several months were a blur. Construction and food production were our top priorities. Happily, our production level of food at the time still left us plenty to sell. I only opened two more gold mines on the Italian peninsula but sent the three hundred captured soldiers to work in our limestone and sandstone quarries in Iberia.
The addition of so many shipbuilders from Ostia and Portus allowed us the luxury of repairing many of the more severely damaged ships and we repaired almost two hundred of the boats that sank. We used them for several years while our own fleet was growing to meet our needs, needs that were also quickly growing. Eventually we sold many of the repaired ships, but also continued using quite a few.
The Marise and the Nadine were both finished quickly, and we began three new Governor Class ships--the Ragnachildis, the Bisinus, and the Gibuld. We also started the Montana, another Clovis Class ship. I’d come to regret my decision to make the Clovis a flagship, realizing now how valuable that ship was to rapidly transport thousands of troops. I also decided that anything bigger would be impractical at this point and chose to make another one the same size, naming it after my birthplace.
Groups of our shipbuilders went to Treva, Bremen, Utrecht, Rouen, and Massalia to oversee a fledgling shipbuilding industry of the junk-style ships in those ports. The northern ports intended to build Duchess Class ships for oceangoing trade, as well as a slightly different version of the Capital Class ships to use for river travel. I wished them well. Adjusting the original ship design to make bigger ships was the extent of my comfort level. Their idea did make sense, though, as the smaller, longer Capital Class ships would have an even shallower draft necessary for the rivers.
As the city of Valencia began to shape up, I sent more miners to recently annexed territories. The Italian peninsula had little in the way of undiscovered minerals, but there were ten undiscovered gold and six silver mines available on Sardinia, as well as deposits of coal, zinc, lead, and copper. Saxony had locations for three large silver mines, but mostly coal, iron, lead, and copper mines. We smelted and refined the ores there and used the resulting ingots for purchases or shipped them to Valencia or Paris. Scheelite and magnetite went to our new iron smelters in Saxony so they could begin making our Soissons steel.
Clovis sent his Captain Marifius to Rome as the new Governor, along with two thousand troops to relieve mine. Marifius continued to send shipments of building materials and allowed us to take another thousand craftsmen and their families from across the Roman peninsula. He was surprised at how little we actually looted while we were there.
My troops in Rome “liberated” several more shiploads of treasure (including marble statues of everything except Roman Gods or rulers) from the wealthiest citizens of Rome, Naples, and environs. They stripped the interior of the Royal Palace of anything they deemed gaudy, pretentious, or unnecessary for the new governor, and found Odoacer’s and his brother’s private stashes that combined for more than fifty thousand gold and silver coins. They left churches and temples undisturbed.
What I considered the “pièce de résistance” was what had to be an astronomically expensive water clock of Indian origin. It currently occupied a small building on our property. The building had glass windowpanes covering the front and back so the clock was visible to anyone passing by. A similarly liberated marble and brass sundial sat outside, next to it.
I sent craftsmen out across the Iberian Peninsula. Some went to expand the port facilities in Barcelona and to start shipbuilding facilities. Some of the agricultural assistants from here received promotions and went to plant thousands of olive trees and grape vines across Iberia. They also planted alfalfa. We sent cattle, horses, sheep, and goats to Barcelona.
Not having the time to do it myself, I had taught two men how to graft the citrus trees. In Valencia now, there were thousands of clay pots with trees growing in them; those trees were grafting stock. My two grafters taught forty-seven more men how to graft. Those forty-seven men also got a thorough indoctrination into everything they would need to know to plant, expand, and care for vast citrus orchards. Four of the men would go to Barcelona, taking two thousand each of the Valencia orange, Navel orange, lemon, and lime trees. Almonds, chestnuts, and hazelnuts would also be grown there. Others would open or expand mines for cement, potash, iron, coal, and lead. I decided to have them set up the usual manure beds--both for the nitrates and the compost we religiously worked into our orchards and fields.
In Cartagena, we tripled our plantings of sugar cane, increased the cotton fields tenfold, greatly enlarged the port, and started a shipbuilding facility. Roman roads leading inland throughout the Iberian Peninsula were repaired and a new agricultural city founded about twenty miles to the north where the Umayyad Caliphate would have founded Murcia about three hundred years later. We would grow cotton, sugar cane, and grapes for wine there. Four of the trained grafters supervised the planting of two thousand of each variety of citrus tree.
Malaga would also have a shipbuilding facility built and the port expanded. Their cotton, sugar, and banana production were increased, and the capacity of the salt works tripled. We planted more mulberry trees hoping that I could someday get silkworms, and planted paper mulberry trees for making paper.
Granada saw olive and grape production more than double from what it was when I first visited there. We planted fruit trees, cotton, and sugar cane, and installed the ubiquitous manure beds.
We founded the town that would have one day been Almeria, and began construction of a port, planting mulberry trees, along with paper mulberry, cotton, sugar cane, bananas, olives, and grapes.
The city of Sanlucar at the mouth of the Betis (modern Guadalquivir) River sat near giant marshy lowlands perfect for growing rice. The marshes were more than double the size of the one south of Valencia where we grew rice. In addition, fertile agricultural soil surrounded the city. Once we had rice growing, we planted bananas, sugar cane, grains, citrus and fruit orchards, and expanded the harbor to hold more and larger ships.
Six months after my return from Rome, Clovis made a surprise visit. In the last two months, the Anglii, the Jutes, and the Danes had each asked to join the Frankish Kingdom. The three were small countries comprising much of what would ultimately become Denmark. Evidently, the Saxon priest had visited them and convinced them to join us.
The Britons of Armorica, or Brittany as I knew it in my original time, asked to join. The Britons, Jutes, Anglii, and Saxons thought the ones who went to settle in Britannia would join, too. Farther east, the Lombards and Ostrogoths also asked to join. That left only the Basques, Picts (Scotland), and Ireland before all of Western Europe was part of the Frankish Kingdom. I suggested to Clovis that it might be time to call it the Frankish Empire, now, and name himself Emperor. He said he’d think about it.
Meanwhile, the Anglii, Jutes, Danes, and Lombards had each sent one of their priests with their emissary. Those priests wanted to verify for themselves what the Saxon priest was telling everyone. After each priest verified the power he felt in me, the deal was struck, and the four countries joined the Frankish Kingdom. Only then did they present their tribute to me--a beautiful young woman from each of the four countries. The Saxon priest had warned them that the women would have to be volunteers.
I literally dragged myself from the bedroom in the morning, but my four new wives were obviously happy, and my original wives were both happy and amused.
Clovis teased me about why I got the women, not him, so I teased him back. “You’re the cute one, I’m the scary one, and they want to make sure I’m happy,” I laughed.
“And are you happy?” he asked, suddenly turning serious.
“I don’t think I could be happier,” I replied. “I have more beautiful wives than I can keep track of, not including concubines and slaves. I have so many children that I am considering using herding dogs to control them. The territory my King controls has grown faster and bigger than I ever imagined and at very little loss of life to our troops. The people are learning habits to keep them healthier so there will be less disease. They will live longer and become more prosperous. We have more than enough food for our people and we sell the excess. I have more wealth than I could ever spend, and probably more than your sister could spend,” I laughed.
Clovis joined me in laughter and then followed me around as I showed him the new projects I had in the works. Looking around at the numerous partially completed projects, I suddenly felt like an inventor with attention deficit disorder, starting something only to become bored with it and setting it aside for something new.
The project I was most excited about right now was my just-completed horse-drawn cotton harvester. Having personally harvested cotton by hand, both before and after my arrival here, I knew it was backbreaking work, as well as how much damage it did to your hands. At the time, I thought my parents were crazy for growing cotton in Montana. We only had a few plants, and the yield was poor, but it gave me experience with growing and harvesting cotton. This harvester would eliminate the need for using thousands of workers to pick the cotton and would speed up the process considerably. This year, we had fences covered with woven mats of reeds and willow branches around every cotton field here. After clipping their wings so they couldn’t fly away, we released ducks and geese into the fields to reduce the amount of labor needed to keep weeds down. It also had the fortuitous side effect of reducing the number of slugs, snails, and insects.
We expanded the practice to other row crops as our supply of ducks and geese increased. Every field had two raised lookout towers for archers to watch out for the many predators that targeted the geese or ducks. Aside from their pay for their guard duty, the guards could keep the predators they killed, usually selling the pelts.
The next project I planned was a more modern explosive. Before I could do anything else, though, I first had to create supplies of nitric acid and sulfuric acid. It was time consuming, but not impossible, and I finally created enough so the work required to make gelignite was worthwhile. I also trained several people to continue making the two acids.
Like the acids, gelignite was laborious to manufacture. Then I had to make rudimentary blasting caps to detonate it. Since drawn wire was still further down my list, it would be a while before we could use a handheld dynamo to detonate the blasting caps. I’d need copper wire for the windings of the dynamo, as well as to carry electrical current to the blasting caps.
The explosives I finally came up with created three new industries; making the acids, making gelignite, and making blasting caps. Gelignite is moldable so I had one-kilogram bricks made and wrapped in paper impregnated with linseed oil. I trained forty men how to use the stuff safely, and then sent them out to my mines, beginning with the most profitable mines. They showed our miners how to safely use the explosives. Only the person in charge of each mine would have access to the explosives. For each mine, I filled a steel box similar in size to a modern toolbox with the gelignite. In another toolbox, packed inside a wooden box capped with a snug-fitting lid, I added the blasting caps, each swaddled in cotton. A special screw secured each corner of the lid of the toolboxes to the bottom, and only a twice-tempered Soissons steel hex wrench would be able to unscrew it. Each mine supervisor received one hex wrench on a chain that he always wore around his neck. We planned to track how much explosive each mine used and make deliveries every three months until we had a better idea of how much they used.
Cordite proved impossible to manufacture for now because I hadn’t yet begun pumping and distilling crude oil to make petroleum jelly, so I settled for using gelignite. Meanwhile, production of the old-style mortars and mortar shells stopped, and we began making new ones. Now that I was able to make percussion-style blasting caps, I could make mortars that didn’t require a burning fuse. A built-in firing pin in the base of the mortar would explode a small blasting cap in the bottom of each mortar shell to ignite the gelignite charge that launched the shell.
Our metalworking had progressed far enough that screw threads were possible to make, especially in brass. We used different sizes of dies to cut the screw threads properly, dies made from twice-tempered Soissons steel.
We used dies to cut screw threads into the pieces of the shell casing. Next, we filled a brass casing like the metal base of a shotgun shell with primer. The top end of the primer remained open, but was sealed with beeswax. The primer casing screwed into the base of the lower section of the shell. Then we filled the shell with a pre-measured amount of gelignite that would launch it from the mortar. When we dropped the shell into the mortar, the primer struck the firing pin, igniting it. That flash ignited the gelignite, propelling the projectile into the air.
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As Edward sped toward his destination, he allowed himself to truly enjoy one of his favorite pastimes, the pure exhilaration of flight. The thrill of the wind in his hair and the excitement of seeing the contours of the Earth below flashing past as though they were a video set on fast forward. The part Edward liked best about flying this way was the way that it helped to calm his spirit. The upcoming battle, the stress over the presence of a traitor in his ranks, and his concerns about his...
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Edward quickly sped towards the large white structure in the early pre-dawn hours. This time he could not indulge himself in the joys of flight; he had a mission to accomplish. At his sides were two of his captains, Wan and Armand, and right behind the trio flew six hundred of their warriors. Edward and his troops maintained their swift pace as they approached the White House. Part of their plan was to make it appear that they were going to pass the building by on their way to another place....
Хелен с опаской приложила большой палец внизу пергаментного свитка. Раздалось едва уловимое шипение и струйка белёсого дыма устремилась к низкому закопчённому потолку. "Это ваш первый отпуск, мисс Андерсон?", старый, сморщенный клерк взглянул на полупрозрачный силуэт висящий в воздухе по ту сторону стола. "Да, сегодня ровно сто лет с того.. с того случая, как..", нежный, чуть взволнованный голос, явно принадлежащий молодой женщине, казалось звучал из пустоты. "Да-да, мисс Андерсон", перебил её...
Mind Control"Are you going to jump?" Ted almost did. The unexpected voice from behind startled him, his body taking a half step towards the edge of the rock. He caught himself, hands not quite flailing for a safety railing which was not there. The roar of the waterfall filled his ears, the rocks far below suddenly very close. Balance once again regained, he turned. She stood on the dirt path, hands clasped before her. She was not pretty. To him, at least, not that he was influence much by physical...
Sue struggled over which costume to wear to the ADULTS ONLY party for which we were already late. Though she favored a body-paint only getups, there was no way to do it right and dry in seconds. I jokingly suggested she could be ready in two minutes if she went in her long blonde wig and boots, otherwise totally nude, as Lady Godiva. She slapped my arm. "What? This is a great excuse to show off your cute little boobs and great nipples to neighbors and strangers alike. And you KNOW we all love...
I fell back into the chair in the dressing room. This was the 40th -or was it the 45th concert that we had played in as many days. I had four hours before I had to be at the airport. After being in an enormously successful Rock band for a few years, branching out on my own had been good for my career. The downside was being in a different city every night or two, sometimes you can't even remember who you really are. I could hear the activity as the stage was pulled down and packed onto the...
I was still confused and even angry, but I couldn't stand for her to be in tears. I rose up enough to wrap my arms around her and held her to me while she calmed down. The girls came in after a few minutes and Kelly wondered why her mother was upset. Donna told her not to worry about it now and we all would sit down and talk later. We had a nice, if subdued dinner and the women headed toward home with the promise that I would visit there tomorrow. I tried to sleep that night, but the events...
I woke up fairly late in the morning, still dressed in the tracksuit. I had nothing else to wear so I gave my hair and fur a quick brush, it seemingly behaving better since there was lots more of it, then headed down the stairs. Mum sitting doing some work at the kitchen table, "Morning sleepy head," she said, "Want some breakfast?" "I can get it," I said. Grabbing some cereal and munching away. With my new sense of taste my usual cereal was way too sweet. I persevered for a bit with...
I woke up the next day. At least I assumed it was the next day. It was hard to tell in this windowless cellar. I was cold and stiff; I couldn't stretch out properly, so my limbs hurt. I pushed the hurt to the back of my mind and examined my cage more carefully in the hopes of finding some way out of this nightmare. It was made of thick steel sections welded together. The door was secured by a heavy padlock l couldn't quite get at, I had no idea how to pick locks anyway. I was cold and...
I woke the next day barely able to move. The area around one of my eyes was so swollen that I couldn't open it. Every move was torture. My fur hid the damage mostly. I was probably bruised all over but it was only places where they had broken the skin with the fur matted with blood that you could see the damage they had wrought. Sandra came to rub salt in my wounds, with another round of her "training". By the end of the day I had gone from barely able to move to completely unable to...
The bomb shell that my imaginary friend wasn't imaginary at all was something of a shock. "but ... but ... how can I hear you? And for that matter how can you hear me," I thought. I don't know, said Jessica, Oh, It must be telepathy! You're reading my thoughts!? I sent. I guess so, I don't really know. I can't think of any other explanation. I guess, unable to think of a more plausible explanation, me being crazy seemed high up on the list though. I was a little shocked by the...
I woke up feeling a bit stronger than the last few days. I sorted out some breakfast for myself and Jessica and then I told her about my explorations the previous night. I tried to find somewhere I could get help, but I can only just reach the edge of Little Greenvale and I doubt anyone there would help us, I said. Well I did hear the local Doctor was somewhat sympathetic, but his practice is on the other side of the village from here, said Jessica. Maybe you could contact him...
It was a very bright day some number weeks later when things got back to a more normal footing. I had been out of hospital for a while and soon returned to school. I did my best to visit Jessica every day as she spent more time getting well and strong again. She gradually got to a more healthy weight and previously her painfully thin body filled out, becoming more and more beautiful. Thanks to the healing powers of a bio-elemental we both regained our voices and it was a surprise to both of...
Before I returned to Audoflede and the others, Clovis and I established a code of sorts. Using Audoflede’s name at the beginning of a message I sent would indicate that the message was true. Mentioning Gotberga’s name would indicate that an immediate attack against the Romans was necessary. Mentioning neither name would signify danger, probably an imminent attack on Tournai. The women were relieved when I returned from the castle. Audoflede was going stir crazy by the afternoon since she...
A few hours after we finally fell asleep, I managed to extricate myself from the tangle of warm, naked bodies and interwoven appendages without waking them. I grabbed fruit and cheese to eat from the kitchen and headed for the stables, fully armed and ready for whatever I encountered. After saddling my horse and loading two packhorses each with two amphorae of unadulterated wine, I hurried to town. When I was close, I tethered the horses, did my forms to center myself, and jogged the final...
Surprisingly, I wasn’t in as much trouble as I thought I’d be when I got back to the castle. In fact, the women easily forgave me for sneaking off this morning to work. With all the construction we planned, Audoflede suggested sending messengers throughout Clovis’ territory with an offer of work for laborers, hoping to attract craftsmen, too. That way we would have more help available to do all the new things I wanted. Once the new help learned our new ideas and techniques, they could spread...
In addition, by the time our harvest was complete, I had already made a quick trip (for this time period, anyway), sailing from Rouen to Valencia and back. In Valencia, I found an estate I liked and hired a man named Andagus to run it. Andagus was excited about the scope and the enormity of my plan. When I left, fields were already being prepared for crops, and orchards were being planted. The two hundred potted trees we had of each of the two types of orange trees (Valencia and Navel) were...
With so much new help, things started happening quickly. The Valencia quickly took shape, Ragno had several batches of powder finished, and we made rice paper. The extra help let us work on other projects, too. The millrace was nearing completion, with two sawmills and two gristmills well underway. The millrace would redirect about ninety percent of the water unless the river reached flood stage. At that point, the extra water would continue down the old course of the river. I turned my...
Our arrival at Cologne provided us a surprise. Our flags had been flying at towns all along the river. Two miles before reaching the heavily walled city of Cologne, a gathering of people was frantically waving one of our flags at us. Our lookouts reported that our flag wasn’t flying at Cologne, so we stopped to talk with the people. They had the tribute for all of the villages along the river, but the riders said Cologne felt they were safe since their walls were higher and thicker and they...
The Koumbi marketplace was a cacophony of excited voices as buyers tried to talk and shout over each other. Then there were the constant bleats, bellows, growls, grunts, and roars from upset camels. I was dealing with one of the wealthy men when it got so quiet that I thought for a second that I’d gone deaf. Only noise from rambunctious camels let me know I hadn’t. Turning to find Izem and ask about the sudden quiet, I found him genuflecting towards my rear, just like the wealthy merchant. I...
I sent a missive to Clovis requesting permission to purchase large tracts of the just conquered Eastern Roman Empire. Along the coast in what would be modern Lebanon I wanted to grow bananas. Along the coast in what would be modern Israel I wanted to grow sugar cane. Along the Nile valley, it would be cotton, sugar cane, and bananas. Land around Constantinople would be for growing a delightful spice as of yet unknown in Europe, Asia, and Africa. My query received a positive...
Another load of goods for Izem sailed at the end of January, along with fifty troops to accompany his caravan to Tissinte and back. Tissinte, the name of my new town at the salt mine, was derived from the Berber word for salt. Ten of the troops who made the first trip were among those to continue helping the rest learn the Berber and Soninke languages. The new troops had been practicing the languages for three months, and even learned to ride camels. We’d brought fifty camels to Valencia to...
Our first group of homing pigeons was finally ready to test. We’d raised hundreds in each capital and cities along the routes to other capitals and then transferred groups to different cities. They’d make their way home to where they were born and raised when released, taking our messages with them. The initial messages asked what time of day the pigeons arrived at each relay station (early morning, mid-morning, noon, etc.), and then each capital. Clovis’s first message, talking about the...
When the train left Valencia to take Clovis and the governors home, Emperor Reba and his wives stayed behind to catch the next ship home. Izem and I planned the attack on the Vandals at Carthage. He was sure he could get 50,000 troops within three months so we set the attack date for September 1. I would provide three thousand ground troops armed with rifles, and two hundred mortar crews. The rifle infantry and mortars would cover the west wall since there was no other way for the people to...
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For Laura Lyn ‘Oops, that was it,’ Lola muttered as she past the dirt road she should have turned left on. She backed up, made the turn, and headed south 2.7 miles according to her directions. The sun was blistering and it hadn’t rained in weeks. Dust fogged the inside of the old ’87 Grand Am she’d driven since she was in high school, making it hard to breathe. She pressed on down the gravel country roads. Naturally the air-conditioning picked this day to be temperamental. ‘It can’t be too...
When Abbie and her husband Mel bought an old Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the city, they did so with two goals. The first was to convert the big, run-down house into a bed-and-breakfast. Their plan was to rent out rooms to businessmen tired of cookie-cutter motels, providing a more home-like atmosphere. They were reasonably close to the city’s financial center and since Mel was an executive with a major insurance company, he had the kind of contacts to make this feasible. Their...
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Spiritual Wandering by Kevin "Now, everyone, let us clear our minds to reach full enlightenment." Kevin looked around the room at all of his students in his meditation class. They all had their eyes closed, and they were all sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room. About an hour later, all of his student had left the room and he was still sitting. He closed his eyes for his own time of meditation. He cleared his mind of all of his thoughts and sat surrounded in...
I'd like to dream that what happened next was an instant orgy with all three girls cuddling into bed with me. I'd like to, but it sadly wasn't what happened. The fear that Courtney had exhibited managed to put us all completely out of the mood. When sleep came to me finally, it was only in fits and starts, and I found myself feeling the edge of a dream only to have it snatched away by a nervous breath. "I didn't want to hurt her..." The voice was stronger now than it had ever been...