Part 10 (1/2)

He motioned us back into the sauna, and the crowd dispersed. A mother began to whack a boy who had thrown a s...o...b..ll at us.

We went back to soaking up great quant.i.ties of heat. Once we were through, the commoners would get the sauna for the rest of the day. For the two or three weeks after Christmas, work outside was impossible. navel was also impossible, and so defense was unnecessary. Traditionally, on the afternoon of Christmas day, the whole countryside went on vacation. Oh, they couldn't go anywhere, but they had fun anyway. Discipline was relaxed ' almost to the point of nonexistence.

Food and drink were on the count, although everyone was supposed to pitch in on the preparations.

There were two days of gift giving. On Christmas night, December 25, you gave presents to the members of your own cla.s.s. On the twelfth night, January 6, you gave to members of the opposite cla.s.s. For purposes of gift giving, the ladies-in-waiting, Krystyana and company, were on the receiving end of both groups.

Properly warmed up, we went back to the castle. Count Lambert had ”just under a gross” of knights, but these were all-save Sir Miesko-at their own manors, attending to their own festivities.

Usually a half dozen or so were in attendance at Okoitz, with two dozen more guarding the trail.

With the word ”castle,” several pictures usually come to mind. One involves movie stars in plate armor making stately motions in a huge stone defensive complex like Malbork on the Nogat, near Gdansk. Another is the Viking longhouse, with barbaric warriors drinking mead around a long, open fire with meat roasting above it, then sleeping on the benches when they were drunk. A third has long, plastered halls tenanted by oil paintings and ladies with huge dresses and partially exposed b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Okoitz was none of the above. It resembled, more than anything else, a log frontier fort in an American cowboy movie, roughly square with blockhouses at each comer. The walls were perhaps four meters high and two hundred meters long. Some two hundred peasants and an equal number of children lived in huts built against the outer wall, normally one family to a room. Half the wall was lined with stables.

Scattered in the enclosure-called a bailey-were special-purpose buildings: a smithy, a bakery, the sauna, two latrines, and a millhouse with a hand-turned stone. One of the blockhouses; served as an inn. The others served as quarters for visiting knights when the castle was full.

In the center of the bailey were the castle proper and the church. Despite the fact that they formed a single, continuous building, they were always spoken of separately. Perhaps that was because the church was open to everyone but the castle was entered only by invitation.

The count could walk from his chambers directly to the choir loft and see the ma.s.s from there.

He never did this, always taking a chair in the front row to set an example.

The church, castle, and almost everything else were made of logs. Sawn lumber was used only when it was absolutely necessary, as on floors and doors. Brick and stone work were used very sparingly and metal almost not at all, except for hinges.

There was a newness about the place. Some of the cut wood had not yet weathered.

I guessed its age to be about three years.

My backpack had been delivered to my room, which had a basin and water, so I dug out my shaving kit, removed three days of stubble, and brushed my teeth. My pouch of gold seemed to be missing, but I was among friends. They must have put it in a safe place.

I put on my underwear and was thinking about getting my body back into my soiled clothes, when Janina came in. Most people knocked before entering, but apparently ladies-in-waiting didn't have to. Or maybe they just didn't want to. She was carrying a big bundle of clothes.

”Sir Conrad, we haven't had time to get your clothes cleaned, and you wouldn't want to wear armor to a feast, anyway. These were made for Count Lambert, but we made them overly large. He told me to bring them to you.” ”Thank you, Janina. The count is generous.” She seemed to be expecting something, but this crew was socially equivalent to n.o.bility; one did not tip them. When genuine female n.o.bility were around, they were treated as something just a cut above regular servants.

She spread the clothes out at the foot of the bed. This bed was huge. It was two and a half meters long and more than two meters wide. It had a framework over it, hung with curtains.

”I think that these will fit you properly.” She held the tunic up to me and smoothed it over my body. She did quite a lot of smoothing, and it was soon obvious just what it was that she was expecting. However, my needs were not all that pressing, and this business of legalized rape troubled me. ”Yes,” I said, ”I'm sure you're right. The embroidery on this is excellent. Did you women do this yourselves?”

”Yes, Sir Conrad. But we made the sleeves too long, see? But they're just right for you.”

”I always feel so hot after a sauna! You don't mind, do you?” Without waiting to see if I did mind, she stripped off her outer robe and stood in a long underdress, waiting.

”Not at all, feel free to be comfortable. ” I rooted among the clothes she had brought. ”These stockings--pants?--these are new to me.” They were of a woven cloth but were like a woman's nylons in that they covered the foot. They had strings at the top.

”Oh, you can't wear them with those shorts. You have to wear this kind, with a belt.” She promptly pulled down my undershorts.

”Interesting. And these boots are odd.” This game was becoming fun. It was highly unusual to be pursued instead of the pursuer! ”I think they'll fit you.” She was down at my knees, making sure I got a good look past her loose, low bodice. ”Oh, your feet are cold! We'll. have to get them warm!”

The game continued, and sometime later I was trying to figure out a belt buckle and Janina was lying nude on the bed.

”d.a.m.n it, Sir Conrad, get over here!”

So I bowed to the inevitable and permitted my body to be abused, knowing full well that she would later claim that she had been forced. She was not as pretty as Krystyana, but youth and enthusiasm make up for a lot. Janina was promised my last T-s.h.i.+rt.

Over the next few days, I was visited by the other four ladies. Apparently they believed in share and share alike. A sound socialist principle but astounding when applied to one's person! If peasant women really outnumbered knights by a hundred to one, I couldn't imagine any possibility of rape in the modern sense of the word. A man would be too worn out satisfying the volunteers. I later found out that in addition to giving the girls a socially acceptable outlet for their youthful s.e.xuality and permitting them to mingle with the upper crust, a knight was expected to do well by his ”friends” in providing them with a proper dowry and a substantial husband. Since the women seemed enthusiastic, I could find no fault with the system.

You could see where the girl's parents would go along with it, too. It was socially acceptable, it connected them with the n.o.bility, and it saved them the price of a dowry and a wedding.

I was being dressed in my new outfit. Belted linen undershorts were topped with a pullover linen s.h.i.+rt. The deep blue pants-they really were plural, two separate pieces-were tied to the belt on the shorts. They were joined in the middle by a kind of diaper called a codpiece. The arrangement made a lot of sense, considering the use of outdoor latrines in the winter. A gorgeously embroidered long-sleeved tunic of rich burgundy was pulled on next. Something like shoelaces closed the neck.

Soft, black glove-leather boots-without thick soles; they were more like leather stockings-were pulled on. For outdoors, there were thick felt overshoes. Attractive but inferior to my hiking boots.

Over it all, a rich blue cape, matching the pants, was fastened to the left shoulder.

My plain leather belt spoiled the ensemble, but etiquette required one to wear a sword and a knife. My sword sheath suddenly seemed shabby and my jackknife case plain.

Janina was fitting the last of this around me when there was a knock on the door.

”Enter!” she cried, despite the fact that she was still naked. ”Sir Conrad,” Count Lambert said, ignoring the naked lady, ”I was hoping to see the fabulous equipment that you-I must say that that outfit suits you and fits you quite well.” The whole sauna party trailed in with him. ”Thank you, my lord. It's beaut iful, and the embroidery is lovely.” ”Yes, isn't it? My ladies made it for me last fall, as a surprise. They were all new then and didn't know my size. But it fits you, so please take it as a gift.” ”Why ... why, thank you, my lord.” Months of work must have gone into the embroidery alone.

”Please don't think that I'm giving you my castoffs. I could never wear it, and the dears were most disappointed. They seem to have taken quite a liking to you, though.” He gestured at Janina's nudity.

”But ... please, my lord, I hope I haven't-”

”Not in the least, Sir Conrad. What's the use in having things if you can't share them with your friends? Just see that you don't take all of them with you as you ride away. Leave a few behind to train the next bunch. It's a b.l.o.o.d.y nuisance to have to do it yourself! Now, about your mystic equipage...” So I got my pack and showed them how it was worn. I unrolled the sleeping bag, and Janina crawled in. The room was not heated, and she had to be freezing. The count played a long while with the zipper and eventually came to understand it. ”A wondrous device, Sir Conrad!

Could you teach our smiths the way of this?”

”Perhaps, my lord, but not in the few weeks that I shall be here.”

”I see. And this? This is your pavilion?”

”Yes, my lord. Oh, I almost forgot! I have a letter here for you. It was brought up from Hungary by Father Ignacy.”

He glanced at the envelope and threw it to Janina. ”Bring that to me sometime when I'm already in a bad mood. There's no point in spoiling a good one.” I set up the nylon dome tent on the wooden floor. It didn't require tent stakes. The count asked all sorts of questions about the tent and cloth and floor, the fibergla.s.s poles, the snaps and zippers and mosquito netting. ”A veritable house! And so light!”

”Heavier than it should be, my lord. It's still wet. We'll leave it out.” We went through the rest of my things. The lightness of my canteen and mess kit surprised them, but otherwise there was no great impression made. They took a mild interest in the freeze-dried food, but I don't think they realized just how long those few grams would last. The Swiss army knife was considered an ingenious toy. They really didn't know what steel was. My first-aid kit was treated with studied indifference by the count and Sir Miesko, at least. To worry about an injury was below their knightly dignity. The ladies showed some interest, Janina was still in my sleeping bag-but seemed to feel it best to remain silent.

”And these parchment packages, Sir Conrad?”

”Seeds. I bought them as a present for my mother.”

Sir Miesko was greatly taken with my compa.s.s.

”So this needle always points to true north?”