Коллектив авторов - Grantville Gazette 37

"What's the guy Dina's marrying like?" He asked Ernst, who'd at least met the man Dina was marrying.

Ernst shrugged. "He's old, and he's got the weirdest taste in clothes, but Dina seems happy."

That didn't sound good. Lips knew the man had agreed to board him and his brothers while they attended university in Jena, but it did sort of sound like Dina was selling herself to support the family.

"Here he comes now."

Lips followed Ernst's gaze, and just about died of shock. He'd been given the impression that Dina's betrothed was an employee at HDG Laboratories. "What did you say he did in Jena?"

"Papa said he's in charge of training and supervising the laborants." Ernst grinned. "Papa's hoping Dina might encourage Phillip to seek promotion from his wealthy relative."

"Yeah, right," Lips muttered as he watched the man approach.

"Phillip, this is my son Phillip, although we usually call him Lips," Ludwig Kastenmayer said.

Lips hastily put out his hand to shake the one being offered. "A pleasure to meet you, Phillip."

****

"Joseph, have you met Dina's betrothed?" Lips asked when he ran his older brother to ground, in the library, reading some boring law text.

"He seems a good enough man. No interest in the law, of course."

"But don't you know who he is?"

"Papa told you who he is, or weren't you listening, as usual?"

"You don't understand. Dina is marrying Dr. Gribbleflotz."

"Oh, does Phillip have a doctorate? Do you know where from?"

Lips stared at his brother. How could he not understand? "Joseph, Dina's betrothed is the Dr. Gribbleflotz. He doesn't just work at HDG Laboratories. He is HDG Laboratories." The stunned look on his brother's face told Lips that he'd finally made his point.

" The Dr. Gribbleflotz is marrying our Dina?" Joseph managed to splutter.

"Not only is she marrying Dr. Gribbleflotz, but nobody in the family seems to know who he is."

"Uncle Arnold vouches for him," Joseph said.

"Well, that's someone who knows who Dina's marrying."

"Why would someone as rich as Dr. Gribbleflotz want to marry Dina?"

That question stumped Lips. It wasn't that Dina was ugly, or stupid, or even too old. It was the fact that everyone knew money married money. It certainly didn't marry the dowerless daughter of a poor pastor. "You don't suppose he fell in love with Dina?"

"Dina's very . . ." Joseph screwed up his nose and shrugged.

Lips felt exactly the same. Dina was a great sister, but what did she have to attract the attention of a wealthy man like Dr. Gribbleflotz?

Lips remained doubtful about his sister's marrying Dr. Gribbleflotz right up to the minute, soon after the exchange of vows, when she launched herself into her husband's arms. There was a sparkle in her eyes he hadn't seen for years, and she was glowing. Her new husband looked just as happy.

October, Jena

"Lips, you have to save me," Dina implored.

Lips shot out of his chair and rushed over to his sister. "What's the matter?"

"Someone's given Phillip books on bringing up babies."

Lips whistled. That could be serious. "Has he said anything?"

"Not yet, but you know what Phillip's like, and I don't want him making a project out of my babies."

"Babies?" Lips knew Dina was pregnant, but that seemed to suggest more than one.

Dina smiled and ran a hand over her belly. "Yes, Dr. Shipley says I'm carrying twins. She let me listen to their heartbeats."

Lips ignored the dreamy look on his sister's face and concentrated on dealing with her problem. "What is it you want me to do?"

"I need you to approach Phillip and pretend an interest in alchemy. Maybe teaching you what he knows will stop him concentrating on me and the babies." She slumped. "Why did he have to pick now to decide that there was something wrong with the pyramid power thing?"

Lips hugged his sister. He'd always been interested in the new science, and now, instead of sneaking into the laboratories and seminars, he could do it openly, firm in the knowledge that Dina would support him if Mama and Papa asked questions.

November, Jena

Lips stared at the poster of a young woman wearing nothing but strategically placed whipped cream, and wondered, how did they do it? It was definitely a photograph. He'd seen several, including photographs from Dina and Phillip's wedding, so he knew what cameras could do. Except that the poster was in color, and realistic color at that. He went in search of the gatekeeper to up-time knowledge.

He found him in his office, with Frau Mittelhausen, Frau Beier, and Dina. "Oh, I'm sorry," Lips said as he hastily backed out of the room.

"What is it, Lips," Dina asked.

"I just wanted to ask Phillip something, but it can wait."

"We aren't doing anything important, just reviewing the new advertising campaign for Sal Vin Betula."

Lips struggled to stop the grin that statement elicited from turning into a smirk. It had been Phillip's Sal Vin Betula, better known in the market as Dr. Gribbleflotz' Little Blue Pills of Happiness, that had got him into selling revitalizing fluid. Some up-timer had mistaken his blue aspirin pills for some up-time sex drug. "Maybe you should try something like Paxton's poster."

"What poster would that be?" Phillip asked.

"Are you talking about the poster of the female wearing nothing but revitalizing cream?" Frau Mittelhausen asked.

"That's the one," Lips said. "Phillip, do you know how they did it?"

"Did what?"

"You haven't seen the poster?"

Phillip shook his head.

"Well, it’s a color poster, but it's not block color like most posters are. The color is so realistic; it's like a photograph out of an up-time book."

"That certainly bears looking at. Where is this poster?"

"In the front window of Vorkeuffer's," Lips said, naming a local store that had been nothing much more than a common grocery store four years ago, and was now the largest general store in Jena, all on the back of selling the products of HDG Laboratories.

Phillip pushed back his chair. "If you will all excuse me, I must have a look at this poster Lips is so excited about."

"I'm coming too," Dina insisted, as she too pushed back her chair.

December 1635, Prague, capital of Bohemia

"I was invited in to record the king's aura yesterday," Zacharias Held told his colleague. Well, more bragged, really, but serving the king was surely something to brag about.

Johann Dent whistled. "How did you manage that?"

"Talent, Johann, pure talent."

Johann snorted. "More likely you found out who to pay. So, is the king as ill as we hear?"

Zacharias nodded. "I think he's in a very bad way, but that dragon guarding him refused to let me take a Kirlian image of his head. How does she expect me to know how to rebalance his aura if I can't see it properly?"

"So you only got a hand?"

"And just the left one at that."

"You can't tell much from the weaker hand. Didn't you explain?"

"In front of the king? With his dragon glaring at me? Of course I didn't." Zacharias pulled out a Kirlian photograph and passed it over to Johann. "Have a look at that. I think he definitely needs an aluminum bracelet to balance the aura, but it also needs a red gemstone in a number three cut."

"Oh, dear. You do have a problem."

Zacharias ignored the smug smile on Johann's face. He was merely jealous that he hadn't been invited to examine the king. However, Johann did have a point. Both of them knew, from Aural Balance 101, that you didn't mix aluminum metal with gems containing aluminum.

"You can't use glass for the king."

"No," Zacharias agreed. One didn't use glass for the king, not even if you were adding gold to it to make a lovely ruby red.