Eric Flint: 1635:The Dreeson Incident

"I think, then, that I will arrange a coffee. The two parents. Mrs. Dreeson. Mrs. Wiley."

"I'd suggest that you invite Joe Pallavicino, too. You might get some good input. He knows them as well as anyone in the school system does."

Don Francisco nodded his thanks.

"I know," Don Francisco said, nodding at the three widows, "that for you it was a tragedy. A great personal tragedy, and I do extend my full sympathy to you all. But in the larger picture, both for the USE and for Grantville… You do realize, I hope, that as a result of the reaction against the assassinations in front of the synagogue, particularly against that of Herr Dreeson, anti-Semitism as an organized phenomenon will almost vanish from the United States of Europe. So will witch-hunting. For a number of years, at least. Individual prejudices, of course, are a different matter. This may even extend to any kind of outright reactionary political formations in the USE, because, given the nature of the situation, all of them had been dabbling heavily in the anti-Semitic efforts."

Veronica nodded. "So be it. Henry hated all that viciousness. And

… he would not have liked being an invalid. Not at all. And, as Doctor Nichols had told him, hip replacements will remain a 'thing of the future' for a long time yet."

"As for Grantville itself," Don Francisco began.

This time Inez Wiley nodded. "Yes, this has brought the town together again. It is more… more cohesive… now than it has been since right after the Croat raid. We were cracking apart. People are so tired, so overworked. So many men have taken jobs elsewhere, the soldiers have been stationed in other places for so long, so many families have been split again. First losing relatives to the Ring of Fire, then to other towns and cities. And so many new people coming in so fast, taking their places in some ways, but not quite. I hate to think that it took the deaths of Henry and Enoch to reverse the breakdown, but since it did and I'm sure it was not the intention of the assassins that it did, God has granted us justice."

She blinked. "So, that's all right. Even if most people won't ever notice how it happened. Otherwise, it's been a little tempestuous since Enoch's funeral. Will and Gina are going to marry each other again, so maybe I'll have more grandchildren yet. Gina's only thirty-three." Her voice caught in her throat, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "If she doesn't shoot him first. I sure hope he's learned his lesson. The power plant is designated safety-critical, so ever since the Ring of Fire, she's been real conscientious about keeping up her target practice at the police range every week."

Don Francisco nodded his respect. He could not have said himself whether the respect was for Inez or Gina. Grantville's women were.. . astonishing. Spiritual sisters of Judith and Jael. Now for the next part.

"Your daughters," he said. This time he gestured to Benny Pierce and Christin. "They are growing up."

Yes, Don Francisco granted to himself, these girls were dangerous. Would continue to be dangerous as they matured. As dangerous as any man such as Harry Lefferts, he thought. More dangerous, perhaps, because people did not see it so quickly in females. His mind drifted back briefly to the City. To the Sultana Valide. He must, if possible, have them. It would be far better to have their potential harnessed than left to run loose.

He hoped he would never have to tell the old man and Denise's mother what Nathan Prickett had written to him from Frankfurt. There was certainly no reason to do so right now. And there was no hurry, of course. Perhaps he should let them finish high school here in Grantville first. However…

"The girl Denise," he began, "wrote me a very interesting letter some time back, containing extremely valuable information that she and Minnie had compiled. Combined with other data, it was extremely helpful in tracking the instigators of the attack on the synagogue and the motives for the assassination. Additionally, at the time of the Jenkins child's birth, the girl Minnie delivered an impromptu emergency report that was a model of brevity and relevance. It is time, perhaps, that they should be considering their future careers. I will be starting up a private practice that continues much of my previous work for the government. I believe what you up-timers would call a 'consultant' sort of thing. I will always have need of…"

Benny Pierce smiled. "That Mrs. Simpson," he said, "you've heard of her?"

Don Francisco agreed that he had heard of Mrs. Simpson.

"She's invited me go come to Magdeburg this coming summer. To 'anchor a folklife festival,' she said." Benny started digging through a pile of mail stacked on the arm of his chair. "There's a letter here about it. I'd thought, with Minnie trying to catch up in school and all, that I'd probably have to pass on it. But if you would have some kind of stuff for her to do there, too… She's sixteen, after all. I quit school before I was that old. It wouldn't be such a hard trip, now that a person can take the train."

"That would certainly work for a few months," Francisco said. "Not, perhaps, in the long run. I have decided, for a variety of reasons, that it would be best to relocate to Prague."

Nasi cleared his throat. "Of course, Wallenstein is said to be an enthusiastic patron of the arts as well. And Prague is world-famous for music."

He and Benny smiled warmly upon each other.

Joe Pallavicino smiled too. "Actually," he said, "in many ways, both Minnie and Denise would benefit from starting to gain broader experience now. Outside of the Grantville school system. Particularly since both of them are old for grade. And there are such things as correspondence courses. No reason why they shouldn't go ahead and get their high school diplomas while receiving additional training in your office, Don Francisco."

If he pulled this off, Joe reflected, then some day, when he appeared before the pearly gates, he could hand St. Peter a letter of recommendation from Victor Saluzzo. The high school principal might even pay for sequins on his wings.

Whether Don Francisco Nasi would provide one for him by then would be another question, of course.

Don Francisco took his motorcycle up the curvy hill on Route 250, enjoying the feel of the wind on his face.

Minnie and Denise were expecting to go to Magdeburg, of course. As their families expected, also.

Magdeburg would do for the duration of Benny Pierce's summer folk festival appearance. That was fine. It would take Francisco a few months to move himself and his enterprise to Prague, anyway.

Nasi pulled out onto an overlook. The hills, at least, he could see without his glasses. They were far enough away.

So. It should all work out quite nicely. Morris Roth had established a co-educational university at Prague and Judith…

He laughed to himself. What had Judith Roth ever done to him to deserve his bringing Minnie and Denise to her, like a matched pair of burnt offerings?