By previous agreent with Abe, I let out all people bound for Parsee in the Academy. As it turns out, he was planning on talking to Newspaper Gals first thing off, so it is most convenient to him, Hiram and Rafiqa. Marceu apparently elects to start his own entrance into the Academy a little earlier, and is also in favor of being dropped off at the Academy, and his father is needed there to discuss his mid-sester enrollnt with the dean, so... yeah. The airship is promptly set off for Haver with dad and Rory aboard. I screwed up a little, coming out to et the airship, so pretty much everyone present on it realizes I'm sohow present in two places at once, but that's fine. I could do without van der Klaases being in on that particular tidbit, but on other hand, the realization puts quite a dollop of reverent terror into both of them. Then again, they're both intelligent enough to realize just how much leverage that kind of ability can give .
While they are settling their businesses or just parking themselves back into their respective rooms to unwind from that journey, I stroll through the Academy in search of one particular person. She seems to be absent from the hall, which is the usual place for the students to mill around dinnerti, but a few questions clarify her whereabouts easily. Dorms, huh. Coming across a specific door, I rap on it sharply.
"Yes, who is... you!... I ah... I... I an, it is you, lady Gillespie, what a surprise!" - Madeleine bleats, caught between anger and terror as she opens the door to find on the porch.
". Tell Elaine I'm here with a proposition she wants to hear." - I tell her, leaning on the wall next to the door - "Don't keep waiting."
She disappears into the room, and after a bit of clamorous activity within reappears, huffing, and invites in. Glaring, but with all the requisite politeness. Fine. Whatever. I'm guessing Elaine didn't punish her too badly, if she's still the maid.
"Lady Gillespie." - Elaine herself greets coolly. She looks a bit haphazard, and if I were to venture a guess, she had a bit of midday lie-in, because her dress looks to be thrown on in a hurry - "Madeleine told you have sothing to propose?"
"Yeah. Rember that airship trip I promised? I find myself in a need to fly to southern Champagne tomorrow, and there will be plenty of space. Not sure how long the overall trip will be, though. Depending on the situation, from two days to week." - I tell her - "This is not a social outing still, mind. The only other people along will be Lemand Lemarchand and Moon Unit. And Bridgit, obviously, I'm not going anywhere without a maid. Do you want to co along?"
She bites her lip. On one hand, I can see she's excited about the prospect and enthused that I would fulfill the promise so expeditiously, on the other, she is more than a little wary as to why I would want to invite her on a business trip.
"I am tentatively interested..." - she hems, - "But I'd like to know more before I commit with anything. What is the trip for? Can I bring Madeleine along or will I need to find a new maid to accompany ? When do you intend to depart?"
"In no particular order, yes, you can bring Madeleine. When all is said and done, the only person who was truly hard by her scheming was you, so if you're inclined to forgive her..." - I reply, noting that Madeleine herself jerked and winced at that assessnt, but remained stoically silent, - "I'm departing tomorrow in the morning. Nine o'clock, let's say. The purpose of this trip is to visit Lemand's ailing mother and attempt a novel treatnt to hopefully cure her condition."
"...I see. And what is the condition, if you don't mind telling ?" - she soldiers on. I'm guessing the other two points were not a problem for her.
"Consumption." - I answer simply.
Elaine blinks. Then blinks again. "...Consumption has no treatnt." - she then replies slowly.
"No known treatnt, you an." - I correct her - "Between and Lemand, we have figured so things out and would like to test them. Lemand believes his mother will be anable to undergo the experintal treatnt."
"You think you know how to treat consumption?" - she drawls - "...And you're confident there's a high chance of success, at that, or you wouldn't have invited along... Let guess, this is not just fulfilling your promise, but also having as a witness you do have a working consumption treatnt, isn't it so?"
"Well reasoned, lady de Braltar. You in or out?" - I confirm blithely.
"You're blunter than dwarves, lady Gillespie." - she retorts loftily - "But yes, I am, to borrow your succinct expression, quite in. What do I need to pack?"
"Clothes for up to a week for yourself and your maid, sothing to entertain yourself with once the novelty of flying wears off, like books or embroidery, personal toiletries." - I reply - "Airship has showers and kitchen, and I will handle the catering, so you don't need to bother with that, but you're entirely welco to take along your favorite tea, snacks or wine, if you are partial to sothing specific. You will also need to notify da Apricotte about your absence, maybe ask professors about the lessons you will miss during the trip. So money, if you want to buy sothing in Grenwille."
"Grenwille?" - she repeats slowly - "That's quite far. A week's worth of clothes sounds rather optimistic, if you pardon the skepticism."
"Not via airship." - I grin - "If you don't believe , ask his highness Abraham where he was yesterday. Hint-hint, it's Berlinger. And today, he's right here in the Academy."
I am most gratified to see two jaws drop simultaneously. That feeling never gets old.
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Haver is amusing... But weird. Apparently, dad has so kind of arrangent with Dantes and actually intends to stay in the town a couple days. The crowd that's gathered to watch the airship is humongous, unlike the last ti. Including pretty much every single noble in the hour's ride by horse radius. A whole lot of them have... Complicated expressions on seeing dad co out of the zeppelin. I'm guessing they were the ones who gave Dantes most shit about his freeholder status. Wonder what's going to happen to the balance of power here now. There's our carriage, and... whoa, dad. Twenty gendars? What are you going to do here?... Correction, twenty gendars with ripple steel tipped ranseurs? Well, that's a helluva show of power. And wealth, while we're at it.
I'm sorely tempted to ask dad just what the hell he's planning to pull here, but I already promised him to let him handle this. So I limit myself to exhorting a promise not to get killed and withdraw. Rory stays in, after I confirm that yes, it's not a hardship to bring him straight back to Grand Forge. Given that there's only and him remaining in the zeppelin, I take the opportunity, and give him a crash course on basic gunpowder and its implentations. By the ti we're at the Grand Forge, he has a stack of paper thick as my wrist, mostly my assorted designs and notes, interspersed with his own that he jotted down while listening to waxing poetics. Given the rather unholy light in his eyes he gains over the course of it all, I should expect to see so firearms being presented to in the next tribute.
Unfortunately, while I do explain to him the basics of a unitary cartridge, we both have to agree it would be best to start with muzzle-loaders. Not for mass production, mind, those were all designs to familiarize dwarves with the concept of a firearm, its principles and to give them so food for thought. Though, I am very thankful that we can skip earlier notions like matchlock and wheellock and go directly for a true flintlock. We settle on very limited run of flintlocks to be produced for now, mostly as a proof of concept and diplomatic gifts, while dwarves work out the techniques for properly boring the barrels. And that lets segue very nicely to mangalloy and mushet steel. Which increases the unholy luminosity in the dwarven eyes by a factor of two, at least. The rest of Rory starts glowing when I cap off the next advancent push with the detailed descriptions and schematics of steel converter, which is obviously necessary if I want mangalloy in quantities that are needed for railways.
Just to see what happens, I call Roxolane on copperphone and secure her permission for portal demonstration to Rory. Who responds by hopping up and dancing so sort of jig in response. Good grief. By the ti we touch down in the Grand Forge, he cald down enough not to burst into spontaneous dancing, but still jumps out of the zeppelin with the deafening - "KIN, to ! Revelaishons abound!"
I... just barely manage to talk dwarves out of canonizing on the spot, but they still insist on showing "the first monunt of the Rebirth". As it turns out, it's a statue of . Twenty ters tall. It is constructed, as far as I can tell, as a sort of three-dinsional jigsaw that was designed to lock together once it was put together, out of assorted stone and tal parts. As Rory proudly tells , each piece was created by a dwarf. As in, every single dwarf in the settlent produced one piece for the statue. Which, given their feelings towards and my revelations, makes this statue a Calamity-level artifact. Thankfully, on a thorough examination of its field, I co to a conclusion that all that it does is make everyone in the settlent "hardier". Which, to put it simply, ans that anyone who commits themselves fully to being a part of settlent enjoys a whole bevy of body reinforcent and fatigue recovery effects.
All in all... flattering. And impressive. And honestly, I'm rather glad the first statue of holds the hamr and the lantern. As Rory explains, those are the requisite tools of office for "builder and enlightener". As far as I can tell, that lantern is going to be lit for... well. Pretty much for as long as dwarves exist. Not in the sense they are going to refill it forever, mind, it just glows. Artifact, what do you do? On a side note, apparently a number of human blacksmiths now reside in the settlent as well. Most of them are here for limited term apprenticeship, but I'm also introduced to about a dozen of grisly old n who apparently impressed the dwarves enough to be elevated to honorary dwarfdom and contributed to the statue. All of them intend to live in the settlent permanently. Egalitarianism, ahoy?
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It is late in the evening when I'm finally back with the airship in Parsee. And I still have to stock it up again for a trip tomorrow. Luckily for , physical fatigue is not a thing I actually have to worry about. Still... After we settle that thing with Lemand, I'm going to look for sothing slow and relaxing. Maybe go visit elves in Everfree. Moon Unit did promise that our visit is going to be serene, after all. Oh well, back to the grindstone.
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