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1634: The Bavarian Crisis: Chapter Nine
Last updated: Monday, February 14, 2005 23:37 EST
Magdeburg
We need, Landgrave Hermann of Hesse-Rotenberg began the morning briefing, to send someone to Basel. Margrave Georg of Baden-Durlachs son Friedrich is running the government-in-exile there. He requests an envoy from the USE.
Surely, said Mike, this didnt need to come to me. Send him an envoy.
He specifically requests that the envoy be an up-timer. His father saw, for himself, some of the up-timers at the Rudolstadt Colloquy. The son now wants to see an up-timer, or more than one, perhaps, for himself.
Remind me why this is worth our while. We dont really have enough up-timers, or at least not enough who can find their way through the protocol of a down-time court, to waste them on the vanity of every minor princeling Europe.
Hermann gestured at Philipp Sattler. Germany south of the Main. Not quite the same world as Germany north of the Main.
The location of Baden-Durlach is strategically important for General Horns campaigns in Swabia. Basel itself is important because . . . Sattlers lengthy, accurate, important, and dull assessment of the importance of Baden-Durlach and Basel droned on for quite some time. Finally it ended.
Let me think about it, Mike said. What else?
There is little else of significance that I see in todays pouch Landgrave Hermann said. There is an official announcement of the planned Austro-Bavarian marriage; that was expected enough, and should not change any alignments.
Frank, Mike said at dinner that evening. Its driving me nuts. We absolutely do not have a single up-timer we can spare to soothe the vanity of this guy. But we have to find someone. Someone whose rank wont insult him.
Yes, said Diane Jackson. Yes, you have someone. Like you sent Becky, like you sent Rita. Because these dinosaurs see them as related to someone important. I dont need to be here. When do I see Frank? While he is awake? One hour of the day, perhaps twice in the week? French I do speak. The man expects something strange, probably. How is he to know that the rest of you arent Vietnamese?
Diane, Frank exploded.
It is true, she answered stubbornly. You do not need me. In Grantville, I was helping. Here, there are plenty of secretaries to read the letters you get in French. I am, she said firmly, a fifth wheel. Use me. All you have to do is write out what I should say. I can say it for you.
Diane, Mike started. Its just that we dont want to send you into that mess down in Swabia. The front between Horn and Bernhard has been awfully fluid; for nearly two years now, between them, theyve been turning the countryside into a wasteland. Its a sideshow, I suppose, to the Baltic, but for somebody in it, its a damned dangerous sideshow.
You think, Diane asked, that I have not seen dangerous?
Mike and Frank looked at one another. Finally, Who could we send with her? Mike asked.
Tony Adducci young Tony, that is. That will be another appeasement to their damned rank-consciousness, considering that his father is secretary of the treasury for the State of Thuringia-Franconia. With an up-time radio, since thats his MOS. No radio, no go, Frank said firmly. And a full company of down-time bodyguards, at least. If things blow up in Swabia, were pulling you out of there, Diane. Frank reached across the table and took her hand. I need you more than Bernhard of Saxe-Weimar or Turenne does. Even if you have only been seeing me a couple of hours a week while Im awake.
Diane blushed.
Officially, Ed Piazza was in Magdeburg for a meeting of Parliament. As a head of one of the component states of the USE, he had a seat in the upper house, and would until they got around to adopting a constitution that provided some other form of representation. He could hardly wait for the elections.
Even though Mike might lose them. William Wettin wouldnt be all that bad. Though, of course, Ed thought, grinning as he looked at the decor in the prime ministers office, it would require some redecoration. The incredible paintings of Stearns with Gustavus would be shipped to some outer corridor if Wettin moved into this room.
Mike, who had no qualms whatsoever about maintaining a kitchen cabinet with which he felt comfortable alongside his official set of appointees, had set apart two hours.
After providing Mike with a rundown on everything that he had heard from Venice, a lot of it along backchannels, Ed paused. Then, Theres a lot of the Italian peninsula on beyond Venice, you know.
Mike nodded.
Some of its Spanish.
Mike nodded.
Ed continued. I dont want to pry, but the general rumor is that you have something bubbling away that involves the Cardinal Infante in the Spanish Netherlands. Nothing specific, of course.
Can I nod to half of that? Agreeing only that there is a general rumor to that effect, Mike asked.
Certainly. Ed suddenly looked a little more serious. Would you be interested in background on some possible developments not certain ones, by any means that might soon drive a wedge, at least temporarily, between the papacy and Spain and, perhaps, provide Urban VIII with a little more room to maneuver?
Rumors, of course, Mike said.
Rumors, certainly, Ed agreed. Lets start with Naples.
Mike could make one very definite statement. Naples is a long, long, way from here; the USE hasnt been doing anything in Naples at all.
That doesnt mean that things arent happening in Naples that may have an impact on the USE. Its not the good old butterfly effect, again. Call it the spaghetti effect, if you want to think of it that way. You have a pot of water on the stove, simmering away. Drop in one strand of spaghetti just one and all of a sudden the pot boils over in a roiling upsurge and you have a mess all over the top of your stove. Sorry, Mike, but weve dropped in the spaghetti, whether we meant to or not.
So tell me, what is going on.
First, theres the actual piece of spaghetti, in the form of the Encyclopedia Britannica article about the Portuguese revolt of 1640. I know definitely that at least one copy of that is floating around in Naples. Probably more.
Definitely? Mike raised his eyebrows.
From Leopold Cavriani. Definitely.
Why is it causing trouble in Naples instead of Portugal?
Instead probably isnt the right word. Perhaps, as well as, but I dont have anything current on Portugal, Ed answered. In that world, the world that wrote the encyclopedia, the Duke of Osuna the third one who was stirring up trouble in Naples died in 1624 and his son, the fourth duke, didnt follow up. In this time, however . . . .
Mike raised his eyebrows. Yes.
Would it give you a clue if I said that the fourth dukes mother is a granddaughter of Hernan Cortes?
The Mexico Cortes? Implying a certain inherited adventurousness?
Yes, that Cortes. Anyway, through his paternal grandmother, this Osuna the Fourth is also a cousin of Joao of Braganza the man who will end up on the throne of Portugal six years from now if things go the same way here that they did in our old world. Osunas somehow gotten hold of the article.
Heaven forbid, said Mike, that our friend Leopold should have put a copy in the mail when he was in Grantville last year.
Heaven forbid, Ed agreed piously. Anyhow, hes apparently thinking, If Joao can do it, why cant I? King of the Two Sicilies? Now that has a nice ring to it. The Spanish arent happy, as you can imagine.
Ed, where do you dig up all these connections?
Count Ludwig Guenthers librarian, mostly-royal genealogies are his hobby. With some assistance from Cavriani.
Okay. That explains a lot. Is this project of Osunas going anywhere?
It probably wouldnt by itself, but when its combined with all the other factors, it could. Conditions in Naples not just the city but the whole Spanish viceroyalty have been wretched for years. Antonio Alvarez de Toledo was there from 1622 to 1629 and actually tried to do something, but the crisis, both commercial and monetary, has kept rolling merrily along. His successor, the Duke of Alcal, has taken some measures to try to solve the problem of grain supplies and storage for the city itself. Thats been popular enough. However, there have been a series of bad harvests. The famine situation is pretty grim.
Ed grinned suddenly. But theyve recently invented a mechanical pasta machine that is about to make the cost of spaghetti, ziti, and many of the other staffs of life affordable to the average man. SoTF has sent formal enquiries about opening trade relations.
Mike frowned a little. Now that we have the USE rather than the CPE, a union rather than a confederation, what is the SoTF doing conducting its own foreign policy.
Foreign policy? Ed gestured. Heaven forbid, once more, I assure you. Just a modest venture into a mutually profitable field of economic development. No different at all from the trade relations that we are opening with Genoa. Until such time as the USE adopts a constitution that specifically says we cant, we can.
Spaghetti diplomacy, Mike groaned. Then, Why Genoa?
Jeans, answered Ed. Everybodys jeans are wearing out. Genoese sailors wear work pants made of cotton denim. Obviously....
I dont, said Mike, even want to know about this. Really.
All right, then. Back to Naples. Weve covered Osuna, so that brings us to the second guy: Dom Giulio Genoino. Hes a priest-a scholar, a political theorist. And, I think, a lawyer. I figure that hes about 70 years old, but hes going strong. He has interesting ideas about equity in taxation. Hes been in jail for his ideas, which include wanting the voice of the people on the city council to be equal to that of the patricians. Even without the Committees of Correspondence, theres a lot of agitation going on there. The question is whether it will just be one more rebellion-people rioting, attacking the prisons, attacking the armories, lynching a few unpopular persons, and then being put down by the Spanish military. Or if something actually comes of it... Which it might, if Genoino somehow links his people up with Osuna the Fourth. Anyway, thats part of why the Spanish and the Curia arent exactly on speaking terms at the moment, because for various reasons, Urban VIII isnt doing anything firm to oppose Osuna the Fourth.
Why not?
I honestly dont know. Then, thirdly, there are the Albanians.
What are Albanians doing in Naples?
Theyve been there for a hundred fifty years, at least-exiles.
Mike groaned. Dont tell me about it, please dont. Is there any spot on the map of Europe that isnt harboring exiles from somewhere else?
The short answer is, No. Shall I proceed?
Yes. But I dont want to hear it.
Scanderbeg. Famous Albanian hero. His son turned the Albanians holdout against the Ottomans over to Venice in 1474. Venice turned around and sold it to the Turks. The Albanian nobility took off for refuge in Naples. Some of them, like the Arianiti family, have been very prominent in the Imperial diplomatic service; others have burrowed in. The Kastriotes heiress married into the Orsini, for example, which pulls a whole complex of the Italian nobility into having interest in what the Albanians do. Anyway, the Albanians have decided that this would be a wonderful time to try to get Skopje back, and theyre throwing almost all of their resources into mounting a flotilla. Think Cubans in Miami. If it goes out, well have a Balkan crisis on our hands, of course.
We dont need a Balkan crisis, Mike protested.
You cant avoid having a Balkan crisis, Ed answered quite serenely. Cavriani tells me that this falls under the rubric of predestination. There is always a Balkan crisis. If we had arrived five hundred years ago, there would have been one. If we had been thrown five hundred years into the future, there would have been one, too. Its a given. So, think about what this means.
It means that there will be a lot of small boats in the Adriatic Sea.
At the most elementary level, true. But factor in the word, crusade. For the guys down at the Curia, crusade has the same ring as, The South will rise again for the Sons of the Confederacy. It causes emotional reactions in the most improbable sort of people. Think of Pius II, for goodness sake! Aeneas Scipio Piccolomini, the ultimate secular humanist say crusade and he started to drool. If the curia doesnt excommunicate Osuna or take some kind of action that could give his more wavering supporters a religiously acceptable excuse to leave his camp, the Spanish will have to focus mainly on him, which means that the Albanians will have enough wiggle room to launch their little fleet.
Mike winced. It doesnt make sense.
No, it doesnt make sense. Some things dont, but that doesnt make them any the less real.
We dont need a crusade on top of everything else, Mike protested.
It will, Ed answered cautiously, be a small one. I think.
How is Cavriani involved with the crusade?
Eds answer came as something of a relief. Not at all, I think. He is, after all, a Calvinist. Theyre having the crusade on their own. Next.
More?
More, Ed agreed cheerfully. Now, to move on to the fourth factor, theres Tommaso Campanella. He finally-or, at least, in combination with Dom Genoino-probably gets us to what the Cavrianis are messing about with.
Whos he? Campanella, I mean. Never heard of him.
Well, Campanellas a Dominican-has been for the past fifty years or so. Hes a philosopher. Hes probably a heretic-or, at least, the Inquisition has been trying him for heresy of one form or another for the last forty years. You will note, however, that hes still alive to cause trouble. If nothing else, the man has a genius for attracting influential supporters, climbing right up the ladder from local feudal lords in Naples to the Orsini again to the Medici Grand Duke of Tuscany in Florence to Maximilian of Bavaria to the Austrian Habsburgs-the late Rudolf and our beloved Ferdinand II both. At this point in our old world, up-time, he was in Paris under Richelieus protection.
Richelieu. All we need is Richelieu. Why is Richelieu supporting a Neapolitan heretic?
Supporting is the exact word for it, at the moment. Richelieu is paying Campanellas bills. I think youll enjoy the reason, but Im not quite ready to get to it yet. I need to run through some other stuff, first. Unlike Galileo, it isnt Campanellas natural history that has kept him in hot water with the Inquisition. He started thinking about political theory. He wrote things about the authority of the Catholic church. He wrote things about the role of the Spanish monarchy in Italy. He developed all sorts of plans for reforming society. Starting in 1599, he got involved in political conspiracies in Calabria-thats the general area outside the city of Naples itself. This landed him in prison for thirty years, but it didnt keep him from writing. Whats more, he got involved with Osuna the Third. Remember Osuna the Third?
It was inevitable, I suppose, Mike said.
Well, of course-once you get to know the people, Ed agreed.
Ed, how on earth do you keep track of all this? Starting from ground zero, so to speak?
Its really no different from being a high school principal-not from being a good one, at least. You have to know the cliques, the inherited animosities, the buzzwords. The main difference is that I dont have the level of personal acquaintance, now, when Im sorting all these things out-but the principle is the same.
Ed grinned. Mike groaned.
Anyhow, in 1626, Campanella was moved to Rome. Urban VIII let him out of prison in 1629. Keep in mind, all this time that Campanellas been in the Inquisitions prisons, hes been living on a church pension and using the money to appeal to important politicians for support, so what did Urban have to lose?
Oh, no. Not the Barberinis too!
Ed Piazza smiled blithely. Oh, yes. The Barberinis too. Anyway, as of 1629, Campanella got out. Then, this year, he got himself implicated in the new conspiracy in Naples. He may not actually have been involved to start with-probably wasnt-but the people doing it were certainly inspired by him. It looked like it was back to the comfortably cushioned dungeons for Tommy, but up-time the French ambassador, Noailles, helped him escape from Italy. He stayed for a few months with Peiresc and Gassendi in Aix-en-Provence, doing mathematics, and then he went to Paris under Richelieus protection. Mike, I tell you, this guy is connected. Up-time, he was received at court by Louis XIII. Down-time, hes just in the French embassy in Rome. Every antenna that I have wiggling out of my head says that pretty soon hell be publishing books that substitute France for the Spanish Habsburgs as playing the lead role in his grand schemes of political reform.
Why should the Spanish Habsburgs care?
That brings us full circle. Campanellas supporters in Naples have apparently linked up with Osuna the Fourth. Thats one thing. However, theyve also linked up with simmering popular revolutionary movements in Palermo and Messina. Also with Genoinos people in Naples itself. Osunas gotten the idea that he can display himself as the strong protector of the common man against the exploiting feudal landlords. The peasants in Bari, Puglia, all over Calabria, in the Abruzzi, the people in Salerno, seem to think the idea has something to be said for it. S funny, Mike, how much the history textbooks left out because they needed to arrange things in nice neat units with topic headings like, The Rise of Absolutism. The bits and pieces are almost all in the encyclopedia, once I find out the names and dig them up. This crazy century is full of popular revolts, in Switzerland, in Lisbon, in Russia, in Upper Austria, all over. And just by being here, by demonstrating that one of them succeeded, were speeding them up. Theyre coming faster. More spaghetti. Did I think to mention that someone in Sicily has invented the pasta press? Spaghettis getting cheaper and more abundant, becoming the food of the people . . . But I digress.
Have the Committees of Correspondence, the CoCs, gotten that far? To Naples, I mean?
Its not just Gretchens CoCs by any means. Sometimes I think that it isnt her propaganda in favor of revolutions thats having the most effect. No matter how much it may have slipped the minds of the people who wrote the textbooks, the European common people didnt need to be introduced to the idea of revolution. And their rulers know it, since the events of the1580s and 1590s are a bit more recent in their memories than they were in ours. The real effect of the Committees of Correspondence is in their practical manuals on how to run a revolution effectively. Its the organizational side where modern ideas are going to make the most difference, I think.
So she doesnt really have to stir up revolutionary sentiment; its already there. Shes tapping it, molding it.... Mikes voice was meditative.
But, to get back to the topic. The curia doesnt want to oppose Osuna because hes distracting the Spanish from sitting on the Albanians who are going to have a crusade, so theyre tacitly letting this revolutionary tie slide through. The Spanish Habsburgs have said furious things in the diplomatic correspondence-at least,Ed said primly, that is what I am told.
Do I dare to ask who told you?
I would prefer to consider it a privileged communication.
Mike waved his hand. He had heard the same thing himself, from Don Francisco Nasi. But Ed did not have Don Francisco at his disposal. Of course, there were a lot of Don Franciscos cousins in Grantville. Samantha Burka, Eds good right hand during his tenure in the Department of International Affairs of the New United States before it became the State of Thuringia and then, since the April elections, the State of Thuringia-Franconia in the USE, had just married whom? Hed remembered to send a letter with his felicitations, he was sure. Yeah-she had married Diego Nasi.
In any case, Ed was saying, the distractions that Spain has in the southern part of the peninsula, just now, means that they are putting less pressure on the Grand Duke of Tuscany. Which may have some impact on how Urban VIII decides to handle the whole Galileo matter, though nobody can be sure.
Galileo has a lot of public relations appeal, Mike said, but thats out of our hands. Grantville isnt going to be involved in it, one way or the other.
As far as we know at the moment, Ed answered.
Ed, stop going all diplomatic and CYA on me.
Im holding to my position, Ed said. But Naples, I think, is the key. The problems in Naples will also mean that the Spanish are in such a pinch that they cant divert any kind of actual force against Don Fernando up in the Netherlands if he decides to try for some kind of appanage. The idea of quasi-independence for the Netherlands isnt something thats going to appeal to Philip IV, or to Olivares in Philips name, since they know from our encyclopedias that theyre staring comparable events in Portugal, Catalonia, and Andalucia in the face, while having one start in Naples right now. Or, at least, pretty soon. But nobody knows which way Don Fernando is going to jump. And, at least, since hes in the church, even if he did decide to carve out a piece of the pie for himself, it would escheat back to Spain eventually.
Why, Mike asked, do the Cavrianis care?
To be quite honest, Ed answered, I dont have the vaguest idea.
He drank his cold coffee.
But at least Leopold is going off to the Upper Palatinate to try to make a profit from rocks this summer. That should keep him safely out of any immediate messes.
The next morning, when it was too late-Ed was already on his way back to Grantville-Mike said out loud over breakfast, Wait a minute. We got distracted. Ed never got back to saying what Richelieu wants of Campanella.
He found himself juggling twenty-seven different balls that day. He forgot to make a note to ask Ed about Tommaso Campanella.
That evening, Leopold Cavriani sat back to assess his son.
Marc was right at the end of the bumptious stage of development, when young men have amounts of energy that are seemingly inexhaustible and utterly exhausting to everyone around them-energy they manifest in making noise, jumping up and down, digging their elbows into one another's ribs, and overturning the furniture. That would, however, be cured with time. He had been in Nürnberg, in training with Durre, a metals broker who also had considerable skills as a metallurgist, ever since he finished secondary school when he was sixteen. He was a commercial trainee, not a craft apprentice. His time had been focused on mining and metals -- with specific attention to the items in those areas that could be most profitably sold to people who were tinkering with up-time technology. Instrument-makers in Augsburg, for example. Or Venetians. Or, of course, to the up-timers themselves.
Well, Jacob, he asked over their wine. What do you think of him?
Durre pursed his lips. He will take after your cousin Giuseppe, I believe, in his willingness to try almost anything that might be legal somewhere, under some interpretation of the statutes, if it appears that there might be a profit in it. He is not averse to risk.
Leopold considered this silently. He was not really surprised. Marc had the ability to charm the gold out of a miser's safe when he put his mind to it. If that could be channeled constructively, it should prove invaluable to Cavriani Freres in the future. If. Marc had been an irresistibly cute child not to mention the oldest child and the only boy in a family of four sisters. But he didnt try to slide through life on that basis-almost all of the reports from his tutors had commended him for effort. Somewhere underneath his veneer of adulthood, Leopold suspected, Marc still had the casual-not vain, but just "never needed to think about it"-assumption that, for all practical purposes, to see him was to love him. For all of his life, anyone whom he really cared about had loved him dearly, cherished him carefully, valued him highly, instructed him conscientiously, and maybe even indulged him just a bit. But not excessively. Cavriani prided himself on that. It had been hard to resist the temptation to spoil Marc.
Durre waved his hand. Do not worry that he will use his charm to defraud a widow out of her mite. As far as two years of observation can reasonably inform me, I am prepared to say that Marc is equipped with a conscience.
Leopolds lips quirked. You know me all too well, Jacob.
Ive been very pleased with his conduct. Also his acquaintances. The best friend that he has made is some years his elder. The man is a Lutheran, named Georg Philipp Harsdoerffer. He has ambitions to write epic poetry, but aside from that, the contact is a very good one. The family is patrician; very old and solid. He is an academic; he studied first at Altdorf; then at the University of Strassburg under Professor Matthaeus Bernegger.
Leopold considered this. It was not the custom of their family, usually, to attend a university. Only if someone didnt seem really suited for the work and the elders felt that he should be found a somewhat more sheltered vocation. Therefore Marc did not have the kind of education that would make him a natural associate for a classicist. He had fairly decent Latin from his secondary school training, but very little Greek-scarcely more than the alphabet and a memorized proverb, here and there. A would-be epic poet seemed an improbable choice of friend.
Modern languages were a different story. He had grown up speaking French and Italian, of course. These two years in Nürnberg, he had become reasonably proficient in the local Franconian dialect of High German. His Swietzerdietsch was fine, but in Spanish, he could barely get by. No Dutch at all, yet-Leopold had originally planned to send him to the Netherlands next, but then decided to postpone that posting until matters settled down somewhat. Marc had no English, either. England did not seem to be a good idea right now, so it would probably be Grantville. Leopold wasnt certain, though, now that Idelette was there. Commercially, the town was an exciting opportunity, to be sure. But scarcely exciting enough for him to place two children there at once.
Harsdoerffer is valuable how? he asked.
Durre smiled. You are looking for contacts for working with Duke Ernst?
Yes, of course.
Of course. Nürnberg is also interested in seeing the mines in the Upper Palatinate return to production. The shortage of raw materials is handicapping a lot of the citys industry: many of the mills along the Regnitz and Pegnitz rivers are running at far under capacity, not because they do not have orders, but because they do not have the raw material to fill the orders. As I have said, Harsdoerffer studied with Bernegger at Strassburg. As did Duke Ernsts private secretary Boecler. As did Duke Ernsts publicist Zincgref. Marc has personal letters of introduction to both of them in his hands already.
Leopold smiled cherubically; Durre smiled back.
Mary and Veronica begged off from going to church on the perfectly valid grounds that neither of them was at present of the Reformed, or Calvinist, religious persuasion. Mary wanted to go sight-seeing; Toby Snell, who was not a church member of any variety, said that he would be delighted to escort her. Veronica wanted to lie down in her room. Preferably on her stomach.
Keith decided to go with the guys. He had a vague recollection that his own denomination, the Disciples of Christ, had split off from the mainstream of Calvinism somewhere along the line, and thought it might be interesting to see the service. He didnt mind that this involved getting up at five oclock in the morning. He got up at five oclock every morning. By six, they were outside the gates of Nürnberg.
I dont deny that there have been tensions, Durre was saying. To be perfectly honest, both the Lutheran city council of Nürnberg and the relatively few Reformed whom they have accepted as citizens of the city over the past seventy-five years or so were used to Calvinists who were prosperous businessmen. Very prosperous businessmen from the Netherlands and France, for the most part; merchants, silk manufacturers, dyers, goldsmiths and bankers, other businessmen with substantial fortunes. That was what made them acceptable as citizens of a Lutheran polity. He shrugged expressively. The city council has always been cautious, of course. It is responsible to a Catholic emperor, who could use any toleration of sects not permitted by the Peace of Augsburg to deprive the city of its independence. Its not paranoia think of what Maximilian of Bavaria did to Donauwörth on a similar pretext. So Nürnberg hasnt permitted a Calvinist congregation to be founded in the city.
Isnt that a bit inconvenient? Keith Pilcher asked.
In the last century, it was a three-day trip to places in the Upper Palatinate where we could worship. Not legally, of course. And if Nürnbergs Calvinists had their children baptized by Reformed clergy in the Oberpfalz, they were fined.
Keith contemplated a three day trip to church while Durre kept talking. Keith thought that the man could have probably made his fortune as a tour bus guide if hed been born up-time.
But that was in the last century. The last twenty years, it got easier for us. Jacob Geuder, a member of one of Nürnbergs patrician families, had a fight with the city council. He renounced his citizenship, bought a couple of little estates called Neunhof and Heroldsberg that conveyed him the status of an imperial knight, and took service with the Elector Palatine. He and his wife Sabina Welser accepted the Reformed faith. Their palace, Neunhof bei Lauf, which is where we are headed, is only four hours northeast of the city. Since Geuder died, his son has maintained a Calvinist minister and held services in his palace at Heroldsberg as well. Hes not home right now, however. Hes serving in the Swedish army. Frau Sabina continued to host them at Neunhof as well, until she died two years ago. She was tenacious in defending the right of her guests from elsewhere to take part in them, insisting that as members of the free imperial knighthood, they had the right to private exercise of religion.
Durre smiled reminiscently at his memories of Frau Sabinas tenacity. Her defense of exercitium religionis privatum had been a wonder to behold. Then he added, reluctantly, Of course, it could be said that the Geuder family has been less than generous in allowing the same privilege to their Lutheran subjects. Well be able to see the castle from just around this bend. Its still quite a long distance by road from here, though.
Keith looked up at the castle with interest. When he heard castle, he still thought, automatically, pile of dank gray stone. This was a three-story house. Big, all right, but a house. The bottom floor was painted red, with the shutters trimmed with red and pink zigzag stripes; the middle floor was painted pink, with the shutters ditto; the top floor-he gulped-was a positive explosion of gables and Fachwerk beams painted red, with the stucco in between them painted pink. There was a lost commercial opportunity for Grantville right in front of him. Whoever built this place would have paid a fortune for pink plastic lawn flamingos.
In a way, he was sorry that Mrs. Simpson had missed it. If she wanted to see sights, this was certainly a sight to see.
The city council protested, of course, Durre was continuing. But considering that in 1609 it had entered the Protestant Union along with the Calvinist Elector Palatine, its position was not as strong as it might have been. Considering that the electors regent in Amberg was Geuders boss. But with this business in the Upper Palatinate these last few years, things have changed. Most of the people who took exile were professionals-administrators, clergy, teachers, physicians, apothecaries. Not independently wealthy, most of them. People who gain their livelihood, primarily, through being paid by someone else. They brought some money with them, true. Most of the Palatines who had no money at all couldnt even afford to emigrate. Plus, theres a limit to the ability of other Protestant territories to absorb refugees. Bayreuth took some; so did Ansbach; a few, mostly clergy, went to Leiden. Most stayed where they were and accepted Maximilians forced conversions. But I dont mind saying-its been a challenge for those of us who make money to make enough of it to support the refugees who did arrive in Nürnberg until they could find some way to support themselves. Sometimes there have been four hundred or more on our charity rolls. And, because they have little money, the council has been very sparing with granting them citizenship rights, which makes it even harder for them to find work.
Durre gestured exuberantly.
So thats where we are. Still no proper congregation with elders and presbyters in the city or its outlying villages; no minister of our own. And, he smiled, a refreshing four-hour trip to church. Isnt it nice that its spring?
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