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Hell's Foundations Quiver: Chapter Nine
Last updated: Monday, June 1, 2015 22:26 EDT
.VIII.
The Delthak Works,
Barony of High Rock,
Kingdom of Old Charis,
Charisian Empire.
Well, its certainly impressive, Brahd.
Ehdwyrd Howsmyn folded his hands behind him as he walked down the length of the hulking steam automotive which sat silently on the gleaming steel rails. Brahd Stylmyn, the mastermind behind the project, walked beside him, followed by Stahlman Praigyr.
The question, of course, Howsmyn continued, is whether or not the damned thing will actually work.
The models have all worked the way Doctor Vyrnyr and Doctor Mahklyn predicted, Sir, Stylmyn pointed out respectfully. And Stahlman here swears the full-scale will work just as well.
And very reassuring that is, too, Im sure, Howsmyn said dryly, glancing over his shoulder at the small, tough looking man behind them. So I should take it youre confident enough to take it out on its first run, Master Praigyr?
Aye, Sir. That I am. Praigyrs wide grin showed his two missing teeth. Those early models of Master Stylmyns were fun clear through, but Im really looking forward to seeing this un in action!
Howsmyn shook his head, but he smiled while he did it. Watching Praigyr chuff around the circular path of the test track on the undersized models of experimental automotives had been a source of considerable amusement for the Delthak Works labor force. Many members of the audience had spent their time laughing, in fact, but it had scarcely been the first time the baby steps of one of Delthaks offspring had generated amusement even among the people most devoted to making the contraption work.
The industrialist paused, looking up at the automotives tall smokestack, then backed deliberately away until he could see the entire vehicle without turning his head.
For all its size, it had a curiously unfinished or perhaps the word he wanted was crude appearance compared to the imagery of last-generation steam locomotives from Old Earth with which Owl had provided him. By the same token, though, it looked far sleeker and much more sophisticated than its early nineteenth century predecessors ever had. It was built in what would have been called a 2-4-0 configuration back on Old Earth, with a two-wheeled front bogey followed by two paired drive wheels powered by two twenty-one-inch diameter drive cylinders with a thirty-inch stroke. Unlike the marine engines which were Praigyrs first true love, the automotive used a fire tube arrangement, with the hot gases from the furnace carried through a water-filled boiler. It was, however, designed to run at rather higher pressure and temperature than most Old Earth locomotives prior to the twentieth century, and it incorporated both a superheater (tubes in which boiler steam passed through the hot furnace gasses in front of the boiler proper, which further heated it to produce dry steam for the cylinders) and a blast pipe using waste steam to boost the firebox draught to increase its efficiency. The superheater had been one of Praigyrs ideas, based on his work with the marine engines, but the blast pipe had been Howsmyns suggestion, based on input from Owl and Doctor Dahnel Vyrnyrs suggestions. There was enormous room for improvement in the efficiency of both, since Vyrnyrs development of pressure dynamics was still at a very early stage, and there were still a few problems with the poppet valves which admitted steam to the cylinders. Despite that, the current design would produce about sixty-one dragonpower (over fifteen hundred Old Earth horsepower) by Owls calculations and was probably already on a par with those of the last two decades or so of the nineteenth century.
The prototype before him had cost an enormous amount in terms of skilled labor and resources at a time when both were in critically short supply, but as with so many of the Delthak Works other projects, the men (and women) responsible for designing it had kept their eye firmly on how to produce its progeny as efficiently as possible. While the prototype was essentially hand built, it was designed so that its successors could be constructed from a series of subassemblies, all sized and planned to facilitate rapid fabrication.
That would help a great deal if Howsmyn committed to putting them into production, but that would still require yet another expansion in his ability to produce the necessary large scale very large scale steel castings. In fact, hed have to add a dedicated automotive works to his already enormous facility, not to mention an even larger one dedicated solely to rolling out rails for the eventual tracks. On the other hand, that sort of expansion was something Howsmyn had learned to take in stride, and the work Delthak had carried out in designing and building the Navys steam power plants, armor, and new heavy guns would help enormously if he did. And he was pretty sure he would, given the personal interest Cayleb and (especially) Sharleyan were taking in the project.
Of course, how Im going to produce enough steel to keep all of my balls in the air at once is an interesting question, he reflected dryly. Thank God the Lake Lymahn Works are finally coming online! But even with that extra output. . . .
He managed to suppress a shudder as he considered the additional strain this promised to place upon his steel works. Whatever Stylmyn and Praigyr or Sharleyan, for that matter wanted, railroads were simply going to have to take second or even third priority for the immediate future. He had the ironclads to finish, the King Haarahlds (and their guns) to complete, and all the artillery and small arms required by the Imperial Charisian Army to build first. After those minor matters were out of the way, hed be able to give the automotive the priority Stylmyn clearly felt it deserved.
And Brahd isnt far wrong about that, either, he reminded himself. It was railroads more than anything else that really drove the development of Old Earths steel industry. And to be honest, railroads are going to go even farther towards breaking the Proscriptions grip than artillery is. This is something anyone especially any land-based power who wants to compete industrially will simply have to have. Once they find out about it, anyway.
All right, he said finally, turning away from the automotive and meeting Stylmyns gaze. Father Paityrs coming by tomorrow or the next day for you to demonstrate your new monstrosity for him. So far, he seems comfortable with the idea, so please try to avoid blowing it up in front of him.
Well do that thing, Sir, Stylmyn assured him with a grin, and Howsmyn snorted.
Easy enough to say now, he observed darkly. If it does blow up, youll get blown up right along with it, though. Which means Im the one wholl have to explain it all to him after the fact!
Stahlman and I will do our best to avoid putting you to that sort of inconvenience, Sir, Stylmyn promised.
See that you do, Howsmyn said sternly, then sighed. And now I have to go have a few words with Master Mahldyn about the new rifle lines.
Good luck, Sir, Stylmyn said, and Howsmyn snorted again and headed for his waiting bicycle.
Ehdwyrd Howsmyns work force was the largest Safehold had ever seen. The Delthak Works alone employed more than forty thousand workers, which didnt include his army of miners or his gasworks or his canal builders, bargemen, and shipyard workers, for that matter. Nor did it include any of his other foundries and manufactory sites. All told, he had well in excess of a hundred thousand workers in his employ, and the number continued to grow steadily. Delthak was, however, by far his largest single enterprise, and it was over two miles from the fledgling automotive shop to the Urvyn Mahndrayn Rifle Shop, the manufactory floor where the Imperial Charisian Armys revolvers and new rifles were produced. The permanent pall of smoke cast by the coking ovens and blast furnaces gave the air an acrid, sinus-stinging edge and the noise level and sheer, hurtling energy level were both daunting to the uninitiated and more than enough to impose caution on any cyclist trying to make his way through it.
He passed scores of other bicycles they were becoming steadily more common, especially around Howsmyns various manufactories and he heard handle bar-mounted push bells chiming as their riders warned people they were coming. It was insufficient warning to prevent the occasional collision and fall, but most of his workers were acquiring the habit of nipping out of the way before they were run down by the new contraptions. They certainly made movement faster and more efficient, and if Nahrmahn Tidewaters proposal to manufacture pneumatic tires from Corisandian rubber worked out . . . .
He looked up the smoke cloud with his customary mixed feelings. On the one hand, he hated what it was doing to his workers lungs. On the other hand, it was the unavoidable consequence of producing the quantities of steel Charis needed for its survival. And whatever reservations he might have about it, those coking ovens and blast furnaces produced byproducts from the coal gas lighting his manufactory floors and buildings and the Tellesberg waterfront to the creosote which would preserve the wooden sleepers Stylmyns railroads would eventually require that were of almost incalculable value. And in a very few more months, some of those same byproducts would be finding their way into the production of Safeholds first smokeless powder and artillery bursting charges.
In the meantime, the Lywysite manufactory west of the main Delthak Works had gone into volume production. At Merlins urging, the initial pilot production had gone to Earl Hanth, whod certainly used it to good effect, but producing it had scarcely been an efficient process. The new manufactory, on the other hand, incorporated dozens of lessons learned in the prototyping process, and it looked as if it was going to exceed Sahndrah Lywys original output projections by at least ten percent. Howsmyn hoped that would offset her disgruntlment with what Calyeb and Sharleyan had insisted on naming the new explosive.
Shed wanted to call it by Alfred Nobels original name, since most of her work had simply been the duplication of his Old Earth manufacturing processes. Unfortunately, no one had been able to come up with a reasonable explanation for a bizarre word like dynamite, and shed been less than delighted when her monarchs insisted on naming it after her, instead. The new manufactorys products were actually superior to Nobels early accomplishments, but remained unsuitable as a shell filler for all the reasons most nitroglycerine-based explosives had: sweating, sensitivity, and its tendency to degrade in storage.
Nitrocellulose propellants were almost certainly going to be available before a suitable high-explosive shell filler, but Lywys was hot on the trail of military-grade TNT. She had all the ingredients (including toulene, extracted from the blue-needle pine, a tree which grew commonly in Charis and Emerald); it was mainly a question of producing them in sufficient quantity with the necessary safeguards against toxicity. And, he admitted unhappily, with an eye towards limiting the long-term pollution volume production would create. As with so many other aspects of the Charisian version of the Industrial Revolution, they would do all they could to mitigate the consequences, yet they had no choice but to pursue the processes to create the weapons they needed to survive.
In many ways, picric acid was simpler to manufacture. It was also more powerful than TNT, but it carried serious stability and corrosion issues. For all of its other drawbacks, TNT was extraordinarily stable and far safer to store or handle, and its lower melting point made it much easier to fill shells with it.
The small arms cartridge production and filling assembly lines were in full swing at the Delthak Works, as well, although like the Lywysite manufactory the powder works had been located well clear of the main facility. Ultimately, however, the bulk of Charis cartridge filling capacity would be located at Howsmyns Cahnyr Works, the satellite manufactory on Gull Inlet, just off Eraystor Bay in Emeralds Earldom of Bayshore.
More and more of the Empires gunpowder production had already been moved to Emerald. Partly that had been to disperse production and decrease the Empires dependency on the established Charisian powder plants, especially after the horrific explosion at the Hairatha powder mill. More of it had been simple rationalization, however, in light of Emeralds proximity to The Wyvernry. That craggy headland at the northwestern end of Silverlode Island, across Dolphin Reach from Erastor, boasted immense, cliff-like deposits of wyvern guano which were the main reason Silverlode had been settled (if one could call its sparse population density settled, even now) in the first place. They were also the reason the entire island had been claimed by the farsighted Ahrmahk Dynasty long before any of its members had ever heard of someone named Jeremiah Knowles, because of their value to the fertilizer industry. Zhaspahr Clyntahns embargo had put a major crimp into the profitable nitrates trade with the mainland, but those same nitrates were just as important for the burgeoning munitions industry.
Given the quantities of powder Emerald was already producing and the fact that the Delthak Works current case production was higher than could be filled locally, it made sense to ship the extra cases to Emerald. Eventually, as the Cahnyr Works own case-drawing lines reached production, Emerald would also provide at least fifty percent of the Empires total cartridge cases, and Cayleb and Sharleyan intended to locate much of the smokeless powder production in the island, as well. For that matter, theyd also begun installing case-drawing equipment at the Maikelberg Works, where the first of the new Chisholmian rifle and pistol making lines were already in operation. It was part of their plan to spread employment and the heretical concepts of industrialization as broadly as possible among their subjects.
And it would be a good thing when the Cahnyr Works hit their stride, Howsmyn reflected, pedaling steadily, because Kynt Clareyks 1st Corps had been completely reequipped with the new cartridge-firing weapons. Every one of his scout snipers and every man of the 3rd Mounted Brigade had been issued one of the new revolvers (officially the M96 Revolver, Caliber .45, Mod 0, but already known to the troops as the Mahldyn .45, to the considerable embarrassment of Taigys Mahldyn), and one of the even newer M96 bolt action rifles. Four thousand of the 4th Infantry Divisions riflemen had also been issued M96s, while all the rest had been issued converted Mahndrayn breech-loaders. Officially, those were designated the Mahndrayan Rifle, Caliber .50, Mark II, Mod 2, but the troops, with their customary disregard for formal terminology, had adopted Mahldyns own designation and called them simply Trapdoors from the design of their hinged breeches. The mounted infantrys cap and ball revolvers had been passed on to 1rst Corps artillerists, and the support squads mortar crews and Artillery Support Party troopers had also been issued Trapdoors.
That meant 1st Corps twenty-seven thousand or so men could lay down an awesome amount of firepower, but it also meant Howsmyn had been forced to ship the new weapons no later than the beginning of February if hed wanted to get them into Green Valleys hands in time for his planned offensive, and cartridge production had run behind original estimates. Theyd been able to ship two hundred rounds per revolver, three hundred rounds per Trapdoor, and three hundred and fifty per M96 rifle, but that wasnt a very generous supply, given the troops need to familiarize themselves with the new weapons and carry an adequate ammunition supply into combat with them. More ammo was in the pipeline, already in transit to Siddarmark, but so were additional rifles and revolvers to use it. It was proving harder than hed anticipated to build up an adequate supply of the new ammunition, and he strongly suspected that demand in the field would be higher than projected once the spring campaign season got underway, as well. All of which explained the sweat and worry he was expending over the new Emeraldian ammunition manufactories.
He grimaced at the thought, but if Green Valley was going to have to be careful about ammunition expenditures for the next month or so, his men would still be enormously better off than their opponents. The new M97 mortars would help offset any small arms amunition shortages, as well, and while Lywysite wasnt a very satisfactory shell filler, Hanth had already demonstrated how useful it would prove to the Imperial Charisian Armys combat engineers. All in all, the Army of God was not going to enjoy the fresh fruits of Charisian inventiveness.
Which is a damned good thing, he told himself, his expression grimmer, as he reached his destination at last and dismounted from his bicycle. Brother Lynkyns proving even more irritating at St. Kylmahns than Zhwaigairs proving in Gorath. And Duchairns turning into an even bigger pain in the arse than hes been before. I hope whoever murdered Zhorj Trumyn and stole his briefcase finds an especially hot spit in hell. More to the point, I hope Aivahs agents catch him and drop him into Bedard Bay with a rock tied to his ankles.
Lynkyn Fultyns curiosity, imagination, and agile mind, like Dynnys Zhwaigairs, were doing exactly what Nimue Albans original mission needed done . . . which was unfortunate from the perspective of what Charis needed. Fultyn had been smart enough to realize the pitch and shape of the new Zhwaigair-designed, Fultyn-modified rifles breech plug was likely to be critical. That being the case, hed built no less than two dozen prototypes simultaneously, each with slightly different screws, and adopted the one which performed best.
Not content to stop there, hed gone a step further than Zwaigair and come up with an even better breech design and he was producing the new rifles in greater numbers and more cheaply than hed predicted. He was even going to manage a greater degree of standardization, although that was only just phasing in. Worse, hed leapt on the open hearth steel production notes from Trumyns briefcase like a drowning man onto a life raft as the krakens closed in. With Duchairns backing, hed translated the diagrams and instructions Trumyn had been supposed to deliver to Greyghor Stohnars Council of Manufactories into detailed construction plans and directions for their operation and distributed them to every foundry in the Temple Lands, Harchong, Desnair, and Dohlar.
Desnair (predictably) had been much less receptive to the new concepts, and even Dohlaran foundry masters would take a while to get the new furnaces up and running. Winter weather wasnt helping construction, either. For that matter, Charis, thanks in no small part to Merlins (and Owls) input, had a huge headstart on the art of making good steel, with alloys it would take the Churchs foundries years (or even decades) to duplicate by trial and error. Even less-than-perfect steel was far better than cast iron, however, and the Churchs production would rise enormously, with the very first of the new steelworks coming online around the Gulf of Dohlar in the next month or two.
It couldnt take much longer than that, given that Howsmyn himself had originated most of the new techniques as little more than systematic refinements of already existing practices. And, unfortunately, the directions hed sent to Siddarmark for applying those refinements had been very clear, concise, and complete. They were simply lucky the other information in Trumyns stolen briefcase had been intended as a broad introduction to the concept of steam engines rather than building instructions with the diagrams and explicit directions about materials, dimensions, and practices which had been provided for the furnaces. The last thing they needed would have been to deliver what amounted to an actual working model of one of Praigyrs beloved steam engines to Mother Church!
Even Brother Lynkyn was finding the translation of general principles into actual hardware heavy going, but Howsmyn was glumly confident that, given enough time, hed produce crude steam engines of his own. No doubt theyd be underpowered and prone to breakdown, not to mention offering plenty of chances for catastrophes like exploding boilers, but theyd still represent an enormous increase in the Churchs capabilities. It would be bad enough just in terms of steam-driven blast furnaces and manufactories but the thought of facing even relatively slow steam-powered warships was unappealing.
Well, not even Brother Lynkyn and Lieutenant Zhwaigair are going to overhaul the Churchs entire industrial plant overnight, he reminded himself as he rolled his bicycle into the rack outside the Urvyn Mahndrayn Rifle Shop Number One. And I dont think the Army of God has very many months left. Anything they want to do after weve kicked their armys arse up between its ears and convinced the Group of Four they never ever want to screw with Charisians again is fine with me.
Master Howsmyn! Taigys Mahldyn greeted him with a huge smile, clasping forearms with him. I see youre closer to on time nor usual!
Its not a good idea to point out that Im always behind schedule, Master Mahldyn, Howsmyn told him with a frown, and Mahldyn chuckled. Hed come a long way from the anxious but determined craftsman whod sought an audience with the wealthiest man on Safehold to show him his concept for a new revolver. And so he should have, since he was well along towards becoming one of the wealthiest men on Safehold himself. Almost more important to Ehdwyrd Howsmyn, however, was Mahldyns confidence in his own self-worth and in his own inventive judgment which had come along with the last furiously busy year or so of his life.
Seems t me theres no reason you should be different from those of us as work for you, Sir, Mahldyn pointed out now. Every single one of us is trying t do two hours work in a single hour every Langhorne blessed day, arent we?
I do believe you have a point, Howsmyn acknowledged as he released the other mans arm and twitched his head at the rifle works door. So why dont you and I go take a look at your latest effort to stretch the hours available to you?
Im thinking its something you might find a mite interesting, t be honest, Sir, Mahldyn said, walking along beside him. Ive been giving some thought t what you said t other day bout the one advantage smoothbores have over rifles. Especially breech-loading rifles.
Ah? Howsmyn hid a smile behind a puzzled expression. Hed been looking forward to this conversation. Oh! He allowed his expression to clear. You mean their ability to fire buck and ball rather than just a single bullet when the range is short enough, like in the Battle of the Kyplyngyr?
Aye, Sir, that I do. Mahldyn nodded eagerly. You see, I got t thinkin about that, and theres not rightly a reason we couldnt fire buckshot out of a cartridge, cept how much brass itd use because the cartridged be so large. But then it came t me. The chamber dont care what the cartridges made of; its jobs t hold the charge, whatever we pack it in. So it came t me that instead of usin brass, theres other things we could be lookin at. Like paper. You take the right cardstock, now, and you bind one end into a brass cup t hold the primer, and all youd have t dod be to
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