The Baroque Cycle - The System Of The World Part 35

"Why should he concern himself with getting getting when he had when he had you you?"

"That is what I tried to tell him. It hurt my feelings, in a way!"

"If half the stories are true, you could have made more than enough to support yourself and him as well-ah, there's the rub-it was masculine pride, wasn't it?"

"That, and a perverse desire to better himself-to prove he was worthy of me, by becoming more like me. What he did not understand-and what I could not tell him-was that I loved him precisely because he was unlike unlike me." me."

"Why don't you tell him now? Is he coming to the funeral?"

"Oh, no no no! You don't understand, highness, I do not speak of recent recent events. This happened thirty years ago. I've not seen him since. And be a.s.sured he is events. This happened thirty years ago. I've not seen him since. And be a.s.sured he is not not attending the funeral!" attending the funeral!"

"Thirty years."

"Yes."

"Thirty years."

"THIRTY YEARS! Longer than I have been alive. The whole time I have known you, this has been going on!"

"I should not say anything was 'going on.' It is an episode of my girlhood, forgotten."

"Yes, I can see how well you have forgotten it."

"Where is this man? England?"

"Two people can be a world apart, even when both are in the same city-"

"He's in London London!? And you have done nothing nothing!?"

"Your royal highness-"

"Well, this is another good reason I must go there and become Princess of Wales, or Queen as the case may be, so that I can wield my monarchical powers to patch up your love life."

"I beg beg you not to-" said the d.u.c.h.ess, looking thoroughly rattled for the first time. Then she stopped, for there had been an interruption. you not to-" said the d.u.c.h.ess, looking thoroughly rattled for the first time. Then she stopped, for there had been an interruption.

"The rite is about to begin, your royal highness," announced Henrietta Braithwaite, gazing out a window over a crowd in black wool and black silk, funneling itself toward the entrance of the family chapel. She turned to face the Princess, then cast her eyes down in submission, and held up the ivory tool. "This is smooth," she added. "Be a.s.sured that no matter how many times we are forced to use it, your royal highness may go out this evening perfectly unmarked."

"Henrietta," said the Princess, "my life would not be the same without you." An ambiguous statement-but Mrs. Braithwaite chose the most flattering interpretation, and responded with a curtsey and even a blush.

"I HAVE A PROBLEM, MADAME," HAVE A PROBLEM, MADAME," said the dark lean figure who had marred Eliza's peripheral vision for the last quarter-hour, "and you have an opportunity." said the dark lean figure who had marred Eliza's peripheral vision for the last quarter-hour, "and you have an opportunity."

"Ugh, not another another one!" Eliza said, and turned finally to confront this fellow, who had been following her around like a doppelganger despite her efforts to shake him off in the crowd of mourners. one!" Eliza said, and turned finally to confront this fellow, who had been following her around like a doppelganger despite her efforts to shake him off in the crowd of mourners.

They were outside the Palace of Herrenhausen, among the parterres of the northern end of the garden. Inside the palace was a private chapel, not nearly large enough to contain all of the mourners. Sophie's funeral service had begun an hour ago. Caroline and other members of the family were within; the others were scattered like a flock of black doves across the white gravel of the paths.

In the corner of her eye Eliza had noticed that this troublesome man was dressed in black, and that his wig was white; but the same was true of every man here. Now, looking him squarely in the face for the first time, she saw that the white mane, though it was certainly fake, was no affectation. He was quite old.

"Even on the brightest days I have no desire to be pestered by men with opportunities opportunities. On a day like this this-"

"It has to do with our absent friend."

Eliza was almost certain this meant Leibniz. He had not arrived yet. The remarks that several courtiers had made concerning his absence were like wisps of smoke concealing an underlying fire of gossip. Who could this this fellow be, then? An old Englishman who knew her, and was a friend of the Doctor- fellow be, then? An old Englishman who knew her, and was a friend of the Doctor- "Dr. Waterhouse."

He lowered his eyelids and bowed.

"It has been-?"

"To judge from appearances, a hundred years for me, and half an hour for you. If you prefer to go by calendars, the answer is twenty-five years or so."

"Why have you not come to call on me at Leicester House?"

"Before I received received your summons, I your summons, I accepted accepted one from another Lady," Daniel said, glancing toward the Chapel entrance, "and it has kept me busy. I do hope you will forgive my rudeness." one from another Lady," Daniel said, glancing toward the Chapel entrance, "and it has kept me busy. I do hope you will forgive my rudeness."

"Which rudeness? Not calling on me? Or pursuing me with an opportunity?" rudeness? Not calling on me? Or pursuing me with an opportunity?"

"If you are discomposed by it, consider that I am acting as a proxy for the Doctor himself."

"When I first met the Doctor he was at work on a scheme: a windmill to pump water from the mines of the Harz," Eliza recalled fondly. "He hoped they would then produce enough silver to finance his world-library-c.u.m-logic-mill."

"Odd that you should say so. When I I first met him, which was at least ten years before first met him, which was at least ten years before you you did, he was working on the mill itself. Then he got distracted by the calculus." did, he was working on the mill itself. Then he got distracted by the calculus."

"What I am trying to say to you, in a gentle way, sir, is that-"

"The Doctor's schemes are mad? Yes, I had already taken your meaning."

"As much as I love the Doctor and his philosophy, and as much as you you do-" do-"

"Stipulated," said the old man, and smiled warmly, pressing his lips together to hide whatever dental wreckage might be underneath.

"If he cannot make his project succeed with the resources of the Tsar at his back, what use am I?"

"It is of this that I wish to speak to you," Daniel began. But the doors to the family chapel now swung open. Sophie's coffin was borne out by a lot of Kings and Electors and Dukes.

They set it on a gun carriage, drawn by a single black horse. The rest of the family came out of the chapel. The coffin and carriage set out, followed by all of the mourners who were fit enough to accompany Sophie on her last walk. A procession took shape, moving southwards down the central axis of the garden towards the great fountain. Daniel strolled along at the rear of the column. Presently Eliza found him.

Daniel said, "You have probably guessed that Leibniz's absence has to do with the work that he is doing for the Tsar. I believe that the Doctor is in St. Petersburg now."

"Then no further explanation for his absence is wanted," Eliza said. "For news to reach him there, and for him to make the journey back, when there's a war on between the Russians and the Swedes-"

"Impossible," Daniel agreed. "And you have not even addressed the question of whether he would be allowed allowed to leave." to leave."

A pause, a few steps down the gravel path, before Eliza answered, in a different voice altogether: "Why shouldn't he be allowed to leave?"

"The Tsar is not renowned for his patience. He wants to see something that actually works."

"Then our friend may be in grave difficulties indeed."

"Not so very grave. I have been attending to it."

"In London?"

"Yes. The Marquis of Ravenscar has supplied funding to erect a Court of Technologickal Arts in Clerkenwell."

"Why?" Eliza asked sharply, thus proving that she knew something of the Marquis.

"Longitude. He hopes that some invention for discovering the Longitude shall be devised by the men who toil in this Court."

"And they are-?"

"The most ingenious horologists, organ-makers, goldsmiths, mechanicks, and makers of theatrickal Machinery in all of Christendom."

The procession had reached the plaza surrounding the great fountain, which would probably be described in any number of diaries this evening as howling with grief, and filling the heavens with its tears. They made a slow orbit around it, reversing their direction, and then began to trudge back toward the Palace. Eliza's black fontange fontange trapped some fountain-mist and began to wilt. trapped some fountain-mist and began to wilt.

"If Leibniz is trapped between Peter the Great at one end, and Roger Comstock at the other, I fear he is beyond your help, or mine," Eliza said.

"It is not so dire. What is wanted is not capital capital but but financing financing."

"Something in the nature of a bridge loan?"

"Possibly. Or, perhaps, an independent investment in an allied enterprise."

"I am waiting," said Eliza with the diction of one who is biting on a musket-ball waiting for the barber to saw her leg off.

"Your expertise with commodities is celebrated."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know of Bridewell-where wh.o.r.es are sent to pound hemp and pick oak.u.m."

"Yes?"

"To build the Logic Mill we shall need a large, inexpensive force of workers to carry out certain operations of a repet.i.tive nature. We have made discreet inquiries among the wardens of Bridewell. We are optimistic that an arrangement can be made to put those women to work at a new task. No longer will they produce hemp."

"And so the price of hemp will rise," Eliza concluded. "This is not an investment opportunity but more in the nature of a Hot Tip, sir. And a reminder, as if I wanted one, of why Natural Philosophers are not often seen haunting the 'Change-except when one has been put in the pillory by his creditors."

"If the 'hot tip' makes you money, why, then, you might be able to invest in-"

"Stop-don't say it-I already know: The Proprietors of the Engine for Raising Water by Fire."

"Indeed, madame."

"It is beyond astonishing. After all these years, we have come full circle: the Doctor wants me to invest in an amazing new device for pumping water out of mines!"

"In truth, the Doctor knows very little of the Engine for Raising Water by Fire."

Now there was another interruption in their discourse as the procession met and absorbed the mourners who had stayed behind at the Palace. Several of these had boarded sedan chairs or carriages, which enlarged and enlivened the procession. A diversion round one wing of the Palace got them out of Sophie's great garden. The main road from Hanover westwards ran across the other front of the Palace. They crossed over it directly, but slowly, for a crowd of common people of Hanover had come out to stand here and pay their respects to their Sovereign. Once again, Eliza found Daniel in the crowd.

"Then this is not a silver-mining scheme? For I have had enough-"

"As have I, madame," Daniel returned.

"Tin-mining I might consider, for Cornwall is famed for it."

"And lead, and others as well. But this is not about silver, tin, lead, or any other metals, n.o.ble or base."

"Coal?"

"Nay, 'tis not a question of any any sort of mining! I speak to you rather of Power." sort of mining! I speak to you rather of Power."

"It is a frequent topic of conversation in many settings high and low," Eliza observed, glancing in the direction of the King of Prussia. He was walking arm in arm with Caroline. They were interrupted by a pair of Prussian ladies, probably Countesses or something, who threw themselves at Caroline and took turns pressing their soggy cheeks against hers several times each. Caroline exchanged politenesses with them, and then made her escape, as the gun-carriage had finally plunged across the road and entered the older and smaller garden that spread away from the Palace on that side. The crowd of mourners, pursuing the coffin, thinned out suddenly. Caroline turned around and found Henrietta Braithwaite in formation behind her. The Princess thrust her face forward, adopting the pose of a ship's figurehead, and closed her eyes. Mrs. Braithwaite stepped in close, raised up the implement with the curved ivory blade, and sc.r.a.ped it quickly down Caroline's left cheek, then her right, shaving off the cloud of tear-caked face-powder, and the slick of rouge, that had been deposited by the mourners. Caroline opened her eyes, mouthed "Danke schon," "Danke schon," and spun away. Mrs. Braithwaite wiped the ivory clean with a rag that had already seen a lot of use today. and spun away. Mrs. Braithwaite wiped the ivory clean with a rag that had already seen a lot of use today.

"I am using the word Power in a novel sense," Daniel explained, when the milling and jostling of the crowd had brought him and Eliza together once more. By this time they were halfway along the path that ran from the main door of Herrenhausen Palace straight up the middle of the Berggarten (as this park was called) to an extremely squat and heavy Doric temple that sat in the middle, guarded and shaded by fine old trees.

Daniel continued, "I use it in a mechanickal mechanickal sense-to mean a sort of general ability to effect change, in a measurable way. Pumping water out of mines is one thing to spend Power on, but if you had a fund of such Power you might put it to other uses as well." sense-to mean a sort of general ability to effect change, in a measurable way. Pumping water out of mines is one thing to spend Power on, but if you had a fund of such Power you might put it to other uses as well."

"Such as pounding hemp?"

"Or moving the parts of a Logic Mill. Or other purposes we have as yet failed to imagine. Once this Idea or conception of Power has entered your mind, madame, you shall find it difficult to shake off. Everywhere you look you shall see opportunities to put Power to use; and you shall see so many enterprises that suffer from a want of Power that you shall wonder how we have gotten along without it."

"There is much to consider in your discourse, Doctor, and little leisure, here and now, to consider it. I would be alone now with my grief for Sophie."

"And I would too, madame, and I thank you."

"When we are back in London I should like to see this Court in Clerkenwell, and hear more of your plans for the women of Bridewell."

They had reached the stone temple, and pooled round it. The building was windowless. A pair of doors in the front gave entry to private crypts within; but those were storage for dead cousins and stillborns. The doors were not used today. In the front portico two immense slabs had been set into the floor, cut with the names of Johann Friedrich-the one who had brought Leibniz to Hanover-and Ernst August, Sophie's late husband. A fresh rectangular hole, of equal size, had recently been let into the floor, and a grave dug in the earth beneath it. A slab bearing Sophie's name lay to one side, ready.

The rest of the proceedings, then, were of an obvious nature. All grieved, some more sincerely than others, none more so than Caroline. But when the grave had been filled in, with handfuls of dirt from the family, and shovel-loads from almost as sad laborers, Caroline could be seen dusting the dirt from her hands, and uttering some witticism that caused several around her to erupt in shocked and shocking laughter. The procession made its way back to Herrenhausen in a gradually improving mood. None was gayer than Princess Caroline. But only Henrietta and a few others knew that she had something to look forward to.

THE SOLSTICIAL DAY HAD STRETCHED into its eighteenth hour. The English delegation had stayed long past its scheduled date of return so that they could represent Her Britannic Majesty at the funeral, and in doing so they had emptied their purses and worn out what little welcome they had enjoyed to begin with. With a celerity that was conspicuous, verging on rude, they got out of town, banging away along the west-road in a train of carriages and baggage-carts, hoping there'd be enough daylight to reach the inn at Stadthagen. into its eighteenth hour. The English delegation had stayed long past its scheduled date of return so that they could represent Her Britannic Majesty at the funeral, and in doing so they had emptied their purses and worn out what little welcome they had enjoyed to begin with. With a celerity that was conspicuous, verging on rude, they got out of town, banging away along the west-road in a train of carriages and baggage-carts, hoping there'd be enough daylight to reach the inn at Stadthagen.

They had left behind one of their number, a frail codger, who was rumored to have been an indifferently clever chap in his prime, but who now was sadly far gone, and probably never should have attempted such a journey in the first place. He had become debilitated by the long journey to Hanover and was in no condition to make a forced march back to the Dutch coast. Some kind-hearted member of the Hanoverian court had stepped in and offered to arrange a slow and easy return journey for this man, one Dr. Waterhouse, and even to send him in a coach full of nurses and physicians if need be. The other English had accepted this proffer hastily, and with more than a few winks and smirks-seeing it as a calculated attempt by some n.o.body to get himself Noticed in London.

More than half of the other n.o.ble and royal funeral-guests had already gone, many headed eastwards toward Braunschweig, Brandenburg, and Prussia, others going back to wherever Sophie had family, friends, or admirers, which meant radiating to all points of the compa.s.s.

Most of those who had stayed behind at Herrenhausen had done so for a reason. That reason was George Louis, Elector of Hanover, out from under his mother's thumb at last, and next in line to the British throne. And so in spite of the long hours of afternoon sun, the mood of the place had gone just a bit chilly.