The Secular Wizard - Wis in Rhyme - 4 (6 page)

"Then you have heard these reports!"

"No, but I've worked with kids." For a moment, Matt felt a very irrational urge to go back to teaching college. Maybe if he founded the first University of Merovence ... NO! Temptations were to be resisted! "I take it the young noblemen are becoming moody and defiant?"

"Aye, and the young noblewoman, too."

"Why not?" Matt reflected that discontent was very egalitarian-it was no respecter of rank or sex. "Any particular reason?"

"Nay." Alisande frowned, gazing out the high, narrow windows of her solar at the gardens below. "The only clear issue seems to be that they are cozening and wheedling and demanding that their parents send them to my court."

"Oh, so that's how you heard about all this! They made such pests of themselves that a dozen or so lords are petitioning you for posts for their offspring, eh? " Alisande looked up at him in surprise.

"Sometimes I despair of your density, husband, but at times like this, your perceptiveness amazes me. How did you guess?"

"Because fond but exasperated parents will do almost anything to get the high school graduates out of the house. I take it you can't find enough posts for them all?"

"I cannot," Alisande said slowly, "and I am not altogether certain that I want such surly young courtiers, especially not in such num-hers. What else could I do with them, Matthew?"

"Found a university," Matt said promptly, "a place for higher learning. It keeps the monks out of trouble, too, at least the ones who like to spend their time hunting up old Greek and Latin texts and trying to find out more about how the universe works. Bring them here to the capital and build a cloister full of workrooms and lecture halls. Then tell some of your more enterprising citizens to build extra inns, and let the nobility know that you've found a great dumping ground for the kids, so they can get them out of their hair for their four most fractious years."

"That has a costly sound," Alisande said, frowning.

"You noticed that, huh? And we don't even have college-age kids yet' But don't worry, the younger folk will come flocking, to gather around the scholars and learn-or at least pretend to for a few hours every day, so they have an excuse to get down to the serious business of partying."

"What assurance would we have that the teachings of these scholars would be true and good?"

Matt shrugged. "That isn't a requirement, where I come from. Can't prove most of it, anyway. What matters is teaching the kids to think seriously about what they're doing and about the world around them-get them to make plans for the future, give them a chance to think over what they believe and how they should live those beliefs, before they actually have to go out and start making decisions that will affect the lives of thousands of people around them. It's a chance to build the foundation of their lives, dear-and hopefully, to find some bedrock to build it on. When they're actually out there dealing with the work of this world every day, they won't have time to think over what's right or wrong, or best and wisest for everybody. They have to do that before they start their lives' work."

"And they must be right," she said, with a jaundiced look, "and for that, I am not altogether certain I trust these teachers you would bring. " Matt shrugged. "Politicians never do. That's why they make the budget renewable every year."

"Still, there is merit in the notion." Alisande gazed out the win-dow pensively, and Matt wondered if she was thinking about the children they didn't even have yet. "It is for the future, though," she said at last, "and we must deal with this matter in the present. I tell you frankly, Matthew, that I suspect subversion from the sorcerous kingdom of Latruria."

"Fair guess," Matt said judiciously. "Just because we chased the sorcerers out of your kingdom once, doesn't mean that they've given up on trying to win it back. So you think King Boncorro might be sending agents across the border to stir up discontent?"

"Yes, and to make the young folk of all classes yearn for a life of leisure and luxury."

Matt smiled. "Don't we all?"

"True, but those of us who are grown know that we must labor for it and earn it. Yet even for mature folk, if rumor says there is Heaven on Earth for free, many will flock to seek it."

"Or start agitating for you to provide it for them," Matt said, nodding, "carefully avoiding the issue of who is going to provide the food, or build the houses."

"I do not say that King Boncorro is doing that," Alisande said,

"but only that he might." She turned to look at her husband. "Would you travel south to discover the answer for me, Matthew? I know you have been restive of late."

"Well, yes," Matt admitted. "I can take only so much of court life be fore I start going a little crazy from all the intrigue and backstabbing. I don't know how you can take it, darling."

"I glory in it." Alisande gave him a toothy smile. "There is acer

-tain thrill and excitement in keeping these courtiers in line, and making them be productive for the land as a whole to boot."

"Yeah, and I'll bet you're the kind who tap-dances on crocodiles for fun. okay, honey, I'll go hunting-my Chief Assistant Wizard, Ortho the Frank, should be able to handle anything routine."

"He did well for me, when we had need to follow you into Alius-tria," Alisande said. "You have trained him admirably."

"Not too well, I hope," Matt said, with a wary glance.

"Still, he'll know how to get hold of me if anything really big comes up. Want me to leave today?"

"Soonest gone, soonest come back." Alisande caught his hand and tugged. "Do purge your restlessness and come back to me quickly, mine husband. The nights will be long till you've returned." He followed the pull to zero in on her lips, and made it a very long kiss. After all, it was going to have to last him a while.

Matt shivered at the memory of that kiss, and of what had followed, then resolutely forced his mind back to the present and this southern fair. He had indeed left that afternoon, buying a pack and some trade goods in town, then strolled south, trading and swapping pots and pans and copper coins while he absorbed information. The farther south he went, the juicier the scandal.

He'd found that Alisande was right-there were murmurs of discontent, and people were beginning to think that maybe Latruria was better run than Merovence. By all reports, people in Latruria seemed to live better, even the serfs-and everybody had at least some money. The commoners were believing every rumor they heard. But those rumors weren't coming from government agents-they were coming from relatives.

Matt was amazed to learn that there was no attempt to guard the border from anything except an invading army, and no one really thought that would come. Oh, the marcher barons guarded the roads, but mostly to collect taxes and tolls-they didn't seem to be particularly worried about invasion. And the peas-ants were traveling back and forth across the fields with a blithe disregard for the invisible line that presumably ran right across the pasture and down the middle of the river. Small boats crossed the river both ways, with no concern for any law but Nature's, and that only in regard to the current and the weather.

Not that there was any law, of course. The only one Matt could

think of was that sorcerers were barred, along with armed bands. Everybody else was legal-if they paid a tax.

Some people didn't want to, of course. There was an inordinate amount of smuggling going on.

The marcher barons didn't seem to care, maybe because import taxes were supposed to go to the queen. Why should they care, if there was nothing in it for them? Oh, they sent out patrols, every few days, to ride through the pastures and fields along the invisible line-but they seemed far more interested in hunting small game than ille-gal immigrants. They made a lot of noise, too, playing pipes and joking and laughing; any peasants out to visit their in-laws on the other side had plenty of time to take cover and wait until the riders had passed out of sight.

Not that Matt objected to any of this, exactly, though it would have been nice to have the tax money. Still, he was the last person alive to try to keep relatives from visiting one another, or of taking up job opportunities-that was as apt to work in favor of the people of Merovence as those of Latruria.

His travels had led him to this market, almost on the border. He had seen the river traffic, bank to bank, for himselfno one seemed to find anything wrong in it, which was fair enough, if one overlooked the little matter of taxes; and Matt personally wouldn't really want half a bushel of turnips as a medium of exchange. The merchants seemed to be paying their import tariffs and grumbling about them as he would expect-but not grumbling with any real conviction, be-cause the tariffs weren'that high. Of course, they did keep mentioning that when they were taking goods into Latruria, they didn't have to pay any tax at all

...

He had heard peasants bragging about how well they lived, about having meat for dinner every other week, real meat-chicken!

And fish three nights out of seven; about the repeal of the Forest Laws, and it being legal to hunt and fish as much as they wanted, provided they didn't kill too many animals, or fish the ponds empty. They bragged about their new cottages, about the woolen cloaks their wives wove with the wool they bartered for with the shepherds; about their new tunics, for they could keep more of the flax they grew-indeed, about all the things the people of Merovence had been looking down on them for lacking.

Now it was the Latrurian relatives who could brag, and they were making up for lost time.

No wonder the peasants of Merovence were grumbling-and meaning it. Matt decided he had just about had enough of this disguise. He was ready for something a bit more genteel, and a little smoother on the skin. Time to check up on the moods of the aristocracy.

Accordingly, he ambled out of the fair and the rudimentary town that had grown up around it-only a couple of blocks of houses and more permanent shops. The houses were long and low, built of field-stone, but large enough for four big rooms-more than your average peasant expected, but just about right for town dwellers. The shops were two-storied and half-timbered, with the living quarters upstairs and the shop downstairs-the pride of their owners, no doubt, until their cousins from Latruria had started bragging.

That was all there was to it; two blocks of that, and he was out of the town. No city wall or anything-this was a burg that hadn't really decided to be permanent yet. Of course, Matt could have taken the road, but he had reasons to want to avoid any undue amount of notice. He hiked across the fields, being careful where he stepped, heading for a barn he saw in the distance.

It turned out to be a communal barn-the townsfolk ran some live-stock of their own, at a guess. It was certainly big enough for a knight's estate. Fortunately, the cows were all out grazing at the moment, and the pigs were wallowing in the spring mud and the May sunshine. Matt ducked into a stall, found a patch of clean straw, and pulled a doublet and hose out of his pack. Okay, they were wrinkled-but what would you expect, for a minor lord who had been on the road for a week? Which was exactly what Matt planned to claim, and it was true enough, in its way.

He changed clothes, packed his peasant's tunic and leggings away, and sauntered out of the barn, feeling a bit more his old self, in spite of the pack slung over his shoulder. Now he wanted to meet the owner-or whoever was in charge.

There he was, or at least a likely source of information: a middle-aged peasant, chewing a stalk of hay while he leaned on his shovel, surveying the pasture and counting cows. Matt sauntered up to him. "Ho there, goodman!

The man looked up, startled. "Ho yoursel-uh, good day, milord." But he darted a suspicious glance at the peddler's pack. Matt swung it around to the ground. "I found an old packman hard up on his luck. I took pity on him and bought it all for three pieces of gold. " The herdsman stared; the sum was enough for retirement, if you didn't mind living skinny.

"However, I've no mind to go lugging it about," Matt said.

"Would you store it for me? And if I don't come back for it by Christmas, give it to some deserving lad who wants an excuse to travel for a bit." "To be sure, my lord." The gears were grinding inside the peasant's head; Matt could have sworn he could hear them. If this foolish lord had given three pieces of gold in charity, what might there be in that pack that could even begin to justify such a sum?

Matt had a notion that if there were anything of real worth, it wouldn't make it to Mid-summer, let alone Christmas.

"My horse went lame," Matt went on, "and someone told me I might be able to hire one here."

"Well, not hire," the man said slowly, "but Angle the Cartwright has a colt he is willing to sell for five ducats."

"Five?" Matt stared. "What is it, a racehorse?"

"It is high, I know," the peasant said apologetically, "but the beast is still too young to discover if he will be worth anything as a warhorse, and Angle does not wish to chance losing money. Myself, if the colt were mine, I would bargain-but since it is not, I can only direct you to Angle's shop."

Matt sighed. "No, I've no wish to go hiking back to town." He really didn't, especially after that tangle with the Watchhaving a peasant recognize him in lord's clothing would be bad enough, but having a watchman catch him at impersonating a lord could be a lot worse. Real trouble, in fact, with the upshot being him having to re-veal his true identity-and he wasn't quite ready to do that. "Well, five ducats is far too much, but if I must pay it, I must. I've only the royals of Merovence, though.

Will you take four of those?"

"Gladly!" the herdsman said, and watched with avid attention as Matt counted the golden coins into his hand. Well he might, Matt reflected sourly-the royal was worth almost two of the ducats; he was paying about seven ducats for a nag that couldn't be worth more than two!