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  Long used the German name for the city, Breslau, instead of the Polish name Wroclaw. That reflected no particular anti-Polish bias on his part, simply a linguistic preference. He was as fluent in German as he was in his native English, and had only a smattering of Polish.

  "Leaving that aside," chimed in the third of Mike's staff officers, Colonel Ulbrecht Duerr, "I think the chance of Holk attacking Bohemia under the current circumstances is about as likely as a lady's lap dog deciding to attack a bear. The time he assaulted Prague was after Wallenstein had taken his army out to meet the Austrians and Holk thought the city was undefended." He barked a sarcastic laugh. "And then look what happened! The sorry bastard was driven off by fucking Jews and university students. Do you really think he's now going to challenge Wallenstein himself-not to mention our division?"

  Long's geographical reasoning was impeccable, Duerr's assessment of Holk's state of mind was dead on the money, and Mike had considerable sympathy for Anthony Leebrick's exasperation with his commanding general's lapse into lunacy. But he was still going to stick to his decision, so the only suitable tactic was inscrutable generalissimo-ness.

  "Gentlemen, my mind is made up. I appreciate your advice, but the decision stands and there's no point thrashing it over again."

  They'd been meeting in one of the rooms on the upper floor of Tetschen's largest tavern. As was de rigeur in seventeenth-century warfare, Mike had requisitioned the tavern for his temporary headquarters-which, of course, would now become the more-or-less permanent headquarters of the regiment he was planning to leave behind after the rest of the Third Division resumed its march to Prague.

  Up till now, the tavern-keeper had been quite happy with the situation. Mike still had enough USE dollars in the division's coffers to pay in cash. The man would probably be a lot less happy once Mike left and the regiment staying behind explained the new financial arrangements.

  Mike swiveled in his chair to look at that regiment's commander. Unlike the three staff officers, who were sitting at the table with Mike, Colonel Jeff Higgins had chosen to perch himself atop a small side table by the door. The arrangement struck Mike as a bit on the chancy side. Higgins was a big man and that side table looked awfully rickety.

  "I'm leaving Captain Bartley and his newly-formed Exchange Corps here with you, Jeff. I figure this is as good a time and place as any to see if his ideas will really work."

  Higgins didn't look particularly thrilled at the news, but he made no protest. He'd barely said a word since the meeting began and Mike announced his decision to leave Higgins and his Hangman Regiment here in Tetschen.

  "Any questions, Colonel?" he asked.

  Higgins chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds. "I assume Engler and his flying artillery company are still attached to my regiment?"

  "Yes. You can figure that's now a pretty permanent situation."

  Jeff nodded. "All right. But I'd like some regular artillery as well. Assuming Holk does come ravening up the Elbe"-he said that with a completely straight face; Mike was impressed as well as amused-"having two or three culverins would be handy. Holk will be using flat-bottom barges to haul his supplies, just as we are. Thorsten's volley guns are great against cavalry but they won't do squat to sink a boat." He chewed on his lip for another two or three seconds. "I wouldn't mind some more mortars, either."

  Mike looked to Duerr, who served as what an up-time American army would have called the division's G-1 officer, in charge of personnel. "Can we spare anyone, Ulbrecht?"

  Unlike the two English staff officers, who were all but rolling their eyes at the absurdity of the whole conversation-culverins to sink non-existent barges, for the love of God, as if the division couldn't find better use for the artillery pieces!-Duerr's expression was placid. He was quite a bit older than Long and Leebrick, and had seen plenty of idiotic command decisions in his long career. You just had to be philosophical about it. Generals were like women. Handy to have around, as a rule, and occasionally delightful; but also given to peculiar moods and whimsies.

  "Not too hard," he said. "We've kept up our recruiting even on the march. Having a reputation helps-ha!-which we certainly do after Zwenkau and Zielona Gora. So we're back up to strength and then some. Still short of cavalry, of course."

  That was pretty much a given. Cavalrymen couldn't be trained quickly, the way infantrymen and artillerymen could. In the nature of things, in the seventeenth century, most people who already had the horsemanship skills to serve in cavalry units came from the nobility. The lower nobility, as a rule-what Germans called the Niederadel as opposed to the much smaller Hochadel class comprised mostly of dukes and counts. But such men still considered themselves part of the aristocracy and most of them were not friendly to the Stearns administration that had governed the USE since its formation.

  So, the USE army had always found it difficult to enlist as many cavalrymen as they would have liked. The new nation's army made up for it by having what they considered the continent's best infantry and artillery.

  Duerr liked to suck on a pipe instead of chewing a lip, when he was pondering something. Mike found it annoying, not because tobacco smoke irritated him particularly but because Ulbrecht was not smoking. Very rarely did he actually fill his pipe with tobacco and light it up. Instead, he just sucked-and sucked and sucked and sucked-on an empty pipe.

  So be it. Mike had found good staff officers to be a lot like computer geeks. Handy to have around, as a rule, and occasionally indispensable; but also given to gross personal habits.

  "I'll strip one of the new artillery companies from the Teutoburg Regiment. That'll give Higgins four guns, which ought to be plenty. And we can strip a couple of the heavy weapons units from them as well, which will provide him with the additional mortars he wants."

  Leebrick made a face. "Brigadier von Taupadel is going to raise bloody hell. Not to mention Leos Hlavacek! That's his regiment you're proposing to skin. It won't help any that he ranks Higgins."

  Unlike every other regimental commander in the Third Division, Jeff was a lieutenant colonel instead of a colonel. He was the only lieutenant colonel in the entire USE army, in fact. The title was not officially recognized in the army's table of organization. Mike Stearns had created it as a brevet rank when he set up the Hangman Regiment-which was also not part of the T/O.

  Officially, the USE army had a very clear and simple structure:

  Each division consisted of nine thousand men commanded by a major general.

  Each division had three brigades of three thousand men, commanded by a brigadier.

  Each brigade had three regiments of one thousand men, commanded by a colonel.

  Each regiment had two infantry battalions of four hundred men, commanded by a major, and an artillery company of two hundred men usually commanded by a captain.

  Finally, the infantry battalions were composed of four companies of one hundred men, commanded by a captain. A company consisted of three platoons of thirty men commanded by a second lieutenant, and a heavy weapons unit of ten men commanded by a sergeant. The company's first lieutenant usually served its captain as his executive officer.

  Such was the neat theory reflected in the official table of organization. Mike was pretty sure the ink hadn't dried yet before reality began to diverge from theory.

  To begin with, the T/O didn't include cavalry forces at all. Officially, all cavalry forces were under the direct command of the army's commanding officer-that was Lieutenant General Lennart Torstensson-and he assigned the units to whichever divisions he chose in whatever manner he saw fit. Right now, for instance, Mike's Third Division had only one cavalry regiment assigned to it. Torstensson didn't think he needed more than that, since he'd be operating in the fairly constrained terrain of Bohemia and (if open hostilities broke out with Austria) the even more constrained terrain around Linz. Torstensson wanted to keep his cavalry concentrated against the Poles, in the more open terrain of northern Germany and Poland.

  Secondly, almost
as soon as they were formed the various major units of the army began changing. To give one example, Mike's Third Division had ten regiments instead of nine. The oddball was Jeff Higgins' Hangman Regiment, which Mike had created to maintain discipline in the division after some units ran amok following the capture of the Polish town of Swiebodzin.

  Jeff's regiment was an oddball in more ways than one. Instead of having the usual artillery company-which the artillerymen themselves invariably and stubbornly insisted on calling a "battery" and to hell with what the T/O said-he'd had Captain Thorsten Engler's flying artillery unit attached instead. Like the cavalry, the flying artillery were not part of the table of organization of the divisions, but were under Torstensson's direct authority.

  Now, he'd have most of a regular artillery unit attached to his regiment as well-which would make it grossly oversized according to the T/O. Jeff's sergeants had been assiduously recruiting ever since Zielona Gora had given the Hangman the reputation of being the division's toughest regiment as well as the one which would be disciplining any miscreants. As a result, most of the regiment's companies were oversized also, with an average of one hundred and twenty men instead of the neat one hundred stipulated by the army's powers-that-be. Jeff and all of his officers were firmly of the opinion that the bigger the gun, the better, so most of that added personnel had been assigned to heavy weapons units. Jeff had been able to provide them with the heavy weapons they needed because he now had a close relationship with David Bartley; who, despite being the youngest quartermaster officer in the division, was easily its smartest.

  And now, he'd be adding still more heavy weapons units to his regiment, swiped from Hlavacek's Teutoberg Regiment. So what? Jeff saw nothing wrong with hauling coal to Newcastle, and Hlavacek would make up the loss soon enough through recruitment. Unlike most armies in the here and now, the USE army regularly met its payroll. There were always men willing to sign up, even leaving aside the ones-most of them, actually-who joined for ideological reasons.

  Jeff didn't have much sympathy for Hlavacek, anyway, since he didn't like the sour Czech mercenary officer. Still, there was no percentage in rubbing salt into the wounds of another regiment.

  So all he said was: "Okay."

  Chapter 2

  "Run that by me again, Lieutenant." Jeff Higgins shook his head. "I'm having some trouble with the logic involved."

  Captain David Bartley looked a bit lost, as he often did when other people couldn't follow his financial reasoning. "Well…"

  He sat up straighter on the stool in a corner of the Hangman Regiment's HQ tent. "Let's try it this way. The key to the whole thing is the new script. What I'm calling the divisional script."

  Higgins shook his head again. "Yeah, I got that. But that's also right where my brain goes blank on account of my jaw hits the floor. If I've got this right, you are seriously proposing to issue currency in the name of the Third Division?"

  "Exactly. We'll probably need to come up with some sort of clever name for it, though. 'Script' sounds, well, like script."

  "Worthless paper, in other words," provided Thorsten Engler. He, like Bartley and Colonel Higgins himself, was also sitting on a stool in the tent. The flying artillery captain was smiling. Unlike Jeff, he found Bartley's unorthodox notions to be quite entertaining.

  "Except it won't be-which is why we shouldn't call it 'script.' "

  "Why won't it be worthless?" asked Major Reinhold Fruehauf. Unlike the others, he was standing. Slouched against one of the tent poles, more precisely. Fruehauf commanded the regiment's 20th Battalion. Battalions were numbered on a divisional basis, with the 1st and 2nd battalions assigned to the division's "senior" regiment, the Freiheit Regiment commanded by Colonel Albert Zingre. Jeff Higgins' Hangman Regiment being the bastard tenth regiment of the division, its two battalions got the numbers nineteen and twenty.

  Bartley squinted a little, as if puzzled by the question. "Why won't it be worthless? Because…Well, because it'll officially be worth something."

  The regiment's other battalion commander cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "According to who, Captain? You? Or even the regiment itself?" Major Baldwin Eisenhauer had a truly magnificent sneer. "Ha! Try convincing a farmer of that!"

  "He's right, I'm afraid," said Thorsten. His face had a sympathetic expression, though, instead of a sneer. Engler intended to become a psychologist after the war; Major Eisenhauer's ambition was to found a brewery. Their personalities reflected the difference.

  "I was once one myself," Engler continued. "There is simply no way that a level-headed farmer is going to view your script-call it whatever you will-as anything other than the usual 'promissory notes' that foraging troops hand out when they aren't just plundering openly. That is to say, not good for anything except wiping your ass."

  Bartley looked more lost than ever. "But-but- Of course it'll be worth something. We'll get it listed as one of the currencies traded on the Grantville and Magdeburg money exchanges. If Mike-uh, General Stearns-calls in some favors, he'll even avoid having it discounted too much." He squared his slender shoulders. "I remind all of you that they don't call him the 'Prince of Germany' for no reason. I can pretty much guarantee that even without any special effort money printed and issued by Mike Stearns will trade at a better value than a lot of European currencies."

  Now, it was the turn of the other officers in the tent to look befuddled.

  "Can he even do that?" asked Captain Theobold Auerbach. He was the commander of the artillery battery that had been transferred to Jeff's unit from the Freiheit Regiment.

  Bartley scratched his head. "Well…It's kind of complicated, Theo. First, there's no law on the books that prevents him from doing it."

  Auerbach frowned. "I thought the dollar-"

  But David was already shaking his head. "No, that's a common misconception. The dollar is issued by the USE and is recognized as its legal tender, sure enough. But no law has ever been passed that makes it the nation's exclusive currency."

  "Ah! I hadn't realized that," said Thorsten. The slight frown on his face vanished. "There's no problem then, from a legal standpoint, unless the prime minister or General Torstensson tells him he can't do it. But I don't see any reason to even mention it to anyone outside the division yet. Right now, we're just dealing with our own logistical needs."

  The expressions on the faces of all the down-timers in the tent mirrored Engler's. But Jeff Higgins was still frowning.

  "I don't get it. You mean to tell me the USE allows any currency to be used within its borders?"

  He seemed quite aggrieved. Bartley was grinning, however.

  "You're like most up-timers," David said, "especially ones who don't know much history. The situation we have now is no different from what it was for the first seventy-five years or so of the United States-our old one, back in America. There was an official United States currency-the dollar, of course-but the main currency used by most Americans was the Spanish real. The name 'dollar' itself comes from the Spanish dollar, a coin that was worth eight reales. It wasn't until the Civil War that the U.S. dollar was made the only legal currency."

  "I'll be damned," said Jeff. "I didn't know that."

  He wasn't in the least bit discomfited. As was true for most Americans, being charged with historical ignorance was like sprinkling water on a duck.

  Jeff had been sitting long enough, and the stools weren't particularly comfortable anyway. So he rose and stretched a little. "What you're saying, in other words, is that there's technically no reason-legal reason, I mean-that the Third Division couldn't issue its own currency."

  "That's right."

  A frown was back on Captain Auerbach's face. "I can't think of any army that's ever done so, though."

  David shrugged. "So? We're doing lots of new things."

  "Let's take it to the general," said Jeff, heading for the tent flap. "We haven't got much time, since he's planning to resume the march tomorrow."

  Mike was charmed by the idea. "Sure
, let's do it. D'you need me to leave one of the printing presses behind?"

  Unlike every other general in the known world, Mike Stearns would no more undertake a campaign without his own printing presses than he would without guns and ammunition. In his considered opinion as a former labor organizer, one printing press was as valuable as two or three artillery batteries.

  Bartley pursed his lips. "Probably a good idea, sir. I can afford to buy one easily enough. The problem is that I don't know what's available in the area, and we're familiar with the ones the division brought along."

  "Done. Anything else you need?"

  David and Jeff looked at each other. Then Jeff said: "Well, we need a name for the currency. We don't want to call it script, of course."

  Mike scowled. "Company script" was pretty much a profane term among West Virginia coal miners.

  "No, we sure as hell don't," he said forcefully. He scratched his chin for a few seconds, and then smiled.

  "Let's call it a 'becky,' " he said. "Third Division beckies."

  Bartley looked dubious. "Gee, sir, I don't know…Meaning no offense, but isn't that pushing nepotism a bit far?"

  Higgins laughed. "In the year sixteen thirty-five? For Christ's sake, David, nepotism is the most favored middle name around. Most rulers in the here and now get their position by inheritance, remember?"

  "Well, yeah, but…"

  Mike's grin faded a little. "Relax, Lieutenant. The problem with nepotism is that it can lead to incompetence and it's often tied to corruption. But neither of those issues are involved here. It's just a name, that's all."

  Bartley thought about it for a moment, and then seemed relieved. "Okay, I can see that."

  A moment later, he looked downright pleased. "And now that I think about it, naming the division's unit of currency after your own wife is likely to boost confidence in it. The here and now being the way it is."

 

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