1636:The Kremlin games

Chapter 81

Sheremetev was still furious over the news that the czar was with Princess Natalia and still discussing what it would cost to have the patriarch endorse his claim that Czar Mikhail was under a spell when a new telegraph message arrived.

BY ORDER OF CZAR MIKHAIL, FEDOR IVANOVICH SHEREMETEV IS TO BE PLACED UNDER ARREST FOR TREASON AND KIDNAPPING OF CZAR MIKHAIL AND HIS ROYAL FAMILY. HE IS ALSO SUSPECTED IN THE DEATH OF PATRARCH FILARET. CZAR MIKHAIL INVITES ALL FREEDOM LOVING RUSSIANS TO JOIN HIM AT UFA WHERE NEW LANDS WILL BE GRANTED. SERFS WILL BE RELEASED FROM THEIR BONDS TO THE LAND AND THE FREEING OF HOLY MOTHER RUSSIA WILL BEGIN.

Sheremetev threw the message across the room and the new patriarch picked it up to read, while the boyar read the rest of the messages.

BY ORDER OF PRINCESS NATALIA GORCHAKOVNA THE DEBT OF ALL SERFS ON ALL GORCHAKOV LANDS IS HEREBY FORGIVEN. ALL MY PEOPLE ARE INVITED TO JOIN ME AND CZAR MIKHAL IN UFA WHERE A NEW FREE RUSSIA IS BEING BORN. I DO NOT REQUIRE THIS OF YOU WHO OWE ALLIEGANCE TO ME BUT OFFER IT TO YOU.

This message Sheremetev handed to Patriarch Joseph. “These two, oh …” Sheremetev paused, looking for a word vile enough to describe the two messages, then gave it up and simply said, “documents spell the end of order in Russia. They are the death knell of our way of life. You must support me in this, Patriarch.”

“Of course, Director-General. However…”

Sheremetev listened as Joseph laid out the nature of the bribe he would demand in exchange for his support.

The word was already out. Dmitri Mamstriukovich Cherakasky, one of Filaret’s long-time friends who had only abandoned the war party since the Ring of Fire, came storming into Sheremetev’s office in the Kremlin, slamming open the door. Sheremetev would have been expecting him if he had thought about the copies of the dispatches that had gone to other members of the Boyar Duma, but he hadn’t.

“So the czar didn’t willingly retire to the hunting lodge but was held there.” Cherakasky sneered. “I suspected that, but decided to give you your chance because war with Poland would have been a disaster, however well we did in Rzhev. But having him and his family, you-you bumbling fool-kidnapped him, then lost him. You’re finished, Sheremetev. I’m going to the Boyar Duma and you’ll…”

Bang!

The sound of the pistol was loud in the closed room. Sheremetev swung the pistol to point at Patriarch Joseph. “Forget the bribe. You’ll support me or you’ll be where he is now.”

The guards rushed in and then stood there looking back and forth between Sheremetev and his gun, and Cherakasky bleeding out from a sucking chest wound on the floor, and Patriarch Joseph, who stood stunned.

“Petrov, who of these are trustworthy?” Sheremetev spoke quickly, waving his gun at the other guards. The problem was that most of the Boyar Duma ’s guards owed their primary loyalty to the various boyars of the Duma, not to Sheremetev.

Petrov didn’t hesitate that Sheremetev noticed. Instead he simply drew his own pistol and pointed it at the official section leader. “I’ll need your weapon, Sergeant. You’ll get it back after things are settled.” He then gave quick, concise orders for two other men to take the weapons of the other three men in the detail. All the while explaining that it would be better for the disarmed men if they were in no position to interfere. “No one can blame you for what happens after you’re locked up, fellows.”

After the guards had been restrained, Sheremetev gave orders to the rest. Three boyars were to be arrested. “Patriarch Joseph and I have a few things to talk over.”

As Sheremetev was cleaning his own house in Moscow, the riverboats were carrying the czar, Natasha and Bernie to Bor.

In Bor, Captain Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov, commanding the dirigible Czarina Evdokia, got the message first and immediately ordered the arrest of his second-in-command. He privately rather liked Nick, but Nick was on the wrong side. He also ordered the arrest of the station commander of the Bor Streltzi, who had also been a Gorchakov appointee. A man, as it happened, who outranked him, according to the new order of ranks that had been introduced since the arrival of the up-timers. But the new ranks didn’t mean all that much yet, when compared to the traditions of Russia. What mattered was who you owed your allegiance to. Captain Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov owed his to the Sheremetev family, which meant the czar was on the wrong side, too. He prepared the dirigible for flight so he could provide tracking information and force the czar back into the hands of the Boyar Duma where he belonged.

Ruslan Andreyivich over-rode the political officer, who wanted to have Nick and the former commander executed. He wasn’t by nature a vicious man, just utterly pragmatic. Besides, after this had all settled out, he would be working with these people or their relatives. The less blood on his hands, the easier that would be.

He didn’t arrest Ivan the baker’s boy for two reasons. One, Ivan was too junior, and two, he was a Sheremetev connection who had gotten the post by virtue of his tie to Boris Timofeyevich Lebedev, so should be quite dependable. He considered promoting the lad to take Nick’s place, but he couldn’t. Ivan was, after all, the son of a baker. Streltzi. He couldn’t be placed over members of the service nobility.

“You know,” Tim commented, “when you came back to Murom, you didn’t realize that word had reached the town to arrest you. But we can be pretty sure that word has reached Bor. They may think that we’re heading directly Ufa, but to get to Ufa by river we have to go right by Nizhny Novgorod and Bor.”

“Do you think they will be ready for us?” Bernie asked. He’d seen Tim in the war games at the Moscow Kremlin and had been impressed by the kid in Murom.

“I don’t know.” Tim said. “That is, I don’t know how they will be ready for us. What they will have done to prepare for us. By now they know we are on the river but some of the messages we picked up when we stopped at that radio telegraph station suggested that much of the Streltzi from Nizhny Novgorod are out beating the woods looking for the princess. Getting the order to go into the field to the city that Streltzi are stationed in is easy with the radio links, but getting the order to go back home to them once they are in the field is a lot harder. Unlike the up-timer radios, the spark gap units that we are building here are not portable. Well, you can put one on a riverboat..”

“The strategic situation?” Natasha said. “Let’s keep to the point.”

“Sorry, Princess!” Tim blushed. “They may be able to get them back before we get to Nizhny Novgorod, but it’s not that likely. So it’s probably going to be about half the garrison at Nizhny Novgorod-that’s maybe a hundred people and we have almost that many with us. Nizhny’s Streltzi are pretty well-armed. I think they have the AK4’s, that is the cap locks, but not the 4.7’s which have the new chamber clips. So we will have a better rate of fire. That’s brand new.

Only the Gun Shop, the Dacha and your Streltzi at Murom are equipped with the 4.7’s.”

“And a few hundred rich nobles who have to have the newest gun no matter how much it costs,” Anya added.

Tim-who was wearing the brand new six-shot revolver-was spending quite a bit of time pink, to the amusement of the ladies.

“Anyway, we should have a better rate of fire for the first few minutes of battle if it comes to that,” Bernie said. “Got it.”

“Yes, but I don’t think it will come to that unless we actually stop in Nizhny. I think they will look at the boats and the guns and the fact that the czar is aboard and not shoot if we don’t. Maybe.”

“What about Bor?”

“The same. If we don’t bother them, they won’t bother us.”

“But we are going to bother them. We are going to go in there and take my dirigible,” Czarina Evdokia said. Since it was named after her, she took a proprietary interest in the giant airship. “It’s completed most of its trials and we are going to need it.”

Tim nodded respectfully. He agreed with her because it was the solution to one of the biggest problems facing them. The czar, or at least the czar’s family, must be protected, out of reach of the Boyar Duma. But at the same time, they needed a place where people could come join them until enough had joined them to take the fight to the boyars. The dirigible would let the czar reach the hoped-for followers without falling into the hands of the Boyar Duma. They had the place to meet, but it was too easy for the Boyar Duma ’s troops to reach by riverboat. The dirigible, which the czarina wanted for emotional and prestige reasons, Tim wanted for tactical reasons. Which meant they had to get it.

“Captain Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov is a skilled commander, if not overly imaginative. He knows that the dirigible is of considerable military value. He discussed it with me and Ivan on the boat that took me to Murom. He understands its scouting value but doubts its value as a cargo or passenger craft. He’ll be preparing to use it to track us for the Boyar Duma but he won’t think of us wanting it. At least, I don’t think he will. Ivan, though. Ivan might consider things like the prestige having it will give us and he will certainly see the strategic value of being able to get effectively out of the boyars’ range while still able to come in to strike them or recruit more forces. If I thought of it, Ivan has.”

Tim had a tremendous advantage in that he knew the players. He knew Captain Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov and he knew Ivan. They had the same advantage when it came to him, except they probably thought he was still in Murom with his cousin. So how would they figure Bernie would look at things and how about the czar? Ruslan Andreyivich would probably not consider Princess Natasha or the czarina. He had a bit of a blind spot where women were concerned. Ivan might, but…

“I don’t think Ruslan Andreyivich will be listening to Ivan that much,” Tim said out loud.

“What are you talking about, Tim?” Anya asked, and Tim realized that Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov certainly wouldn’t be considering Anya’s input.

“Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov is smart and capable and pretty open-minded,” Tim said. “But he doesn’t think of women as thinking creatures and he doesn’t really think of the lower class as thinking people, either. So he’s not going to consider what you, the princess or the czarina contribute to our plans. He will think about Bernie and the czar; he’ll probably think about the captain of the princess’ guard, not knowing about Captain Vladislav Vasl’yevich’s death. So he’ll figure our actions based on that. He knows that Bernie is…” Tim ran out of words. He wasn’t at all sure of how to put what was probably going through Ruslan Andreyivich’s mind.

The up-timer laughed. Well, snorted humorously. “He’ll figure I’m not an absolute coward but not someone that goes looking for trouble either. And sort of the same about Czar Mikhail.” The up-timer looked at the czar of Russia like a friend, not a monarch, and continued. “Sorry, Boss, but he’ll think it even less likely that you will attack.”

“Yes, I know,” said Czar Mikhail. Not like he was offended but more like someone touched by an old pain, a very old pain that had touched him many times before. “Good but weak Czar Mikhail, of kind heart and weak will. I know how I am thought of and I often wonder if they are right. Perhaps they are. I didn’t want to be czar. I didn’t want to take sides in this business, either. But I was given little choice in either case. Very well, General Tim. What will Ruslan Andreyivich’s beliefs about me tell him? Do not fear for my feelings. I’ve heard worse and we have more important things to worry about.”

Tim tried. “They will assume we will avoid a fight unless it’s forced upon us. That’s what the princess’ guard captain would have recommended.” It was also what Ruslan Andreyivich would see as Bernie and the czar’s natural inclination. And he wouldn’t be wrong. Tim didn’t think it was actual cowardice on the part of either Bernie or the czar. But they had kind hearts, perhaps even soft hearts. Not so the women. The czarina, the princess, and the servant girl sat in the royal duma like hungry lionesses. Worse, angry lionesses. The gentle hearts of the men might seek peaceful resolution of conflicts, but the women wanted blood.

“So,” said the czarina, “we look like we are sailing on by for as long as we can, then we attack them as fast as we can.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. That is what I recommend and if Ruslan Andreyivich doesn’t listen to Ivan, it just might work.”

“No, Ivan,” said Captain Ruslan Andreyivich Shuvalov. “It’s a worthy thought and I thank you for it. But it’s not in the czar’s character nor in the up-timer’s. If it was Cass Lowry with the princess, maybe. He would want to charge in, and might even convince her guard captain that it was the best move. But not Bernie and not the czar. They will be looking for a place where they can hide and negotiate. Ufa’s not a bad place for that. Though, I suspect the czar has underestimated the effect of the steamboats.”

Ivan wanted to argue. He was eighteen, after all. But he was a soldier and he owed much of his present position to the patronage of his friend Tim’s family. The captain not only outranked him in military terms but in social terms as well. Besides, the captain had a point. Taking the dirigible would be a considerable risk. Ivan would try it if it were him, but it wasn’t him making the decision. And the captain had another point. They needed everyone working on the dirigible. It would be called upon soon. Either to follow the czar and report on his whereabouts or to ferry the boyars out here. Possibly both. So he let the matter drop.

“Yes, sir,” Ivan agreed. “The forward right side engine bushing replacement is going slowly, but the other three engines are fine and the propeller cowlings are providing extra force. The spark gap radio is still not working and I think we are going to need it. But…” Ivan continued his report.