A Roll of the Die - 1. Inception
Copyright© 2026 by Michael Loucks
Chapter 73: Day 95
"Welcome back, my Lord!" Zoë exclaimed. "Success?"
"Everything went according to plan," Matthias replied. "This was, most likely, my last trip, given the expense both in the cost of crystals and coin, so I brought back a number of additional items."
"What did you bring, if I may ask?"
"Books, tools, and supplies, as well as some gifts for Lilia. I also brought you something to say 'thank you'; two things, actually."
He unzipped a side pocket of the backpack and extracted two items — a Snickers bar and a necklace with a Z charm that had lightning bolts as serifs.
"Snick-ers?" she asked.
"It's a candy bar — a sweet. Let me put the necklace on you."
Zoë held her long tresses aside, and Matthias put the necklace around her neck, then fastened the clasp.
"Thank you," she said, fingering the charm. "It's beautiful."
"Tear open the package and try the candy," Matthias suggested.
Zoë did as he suggested, tearing open the wrapper. She looked suspiciously at the Snickers bar, sniffed it, then touched her tongue to it.
"You bite off a bit and chew it," Matthias advised.
"What is it made of?"
"Chocolate, nuts, and caramel. I promise it's good."
Zoë took a bit, chewed, and smiled, then ate the rest of the candy bar.
"I like it!" she declared. "It's strange, but very good."
"I'm glad you liked it. Shall we go upstairs?"
"Perhaps we could enjoy each other first?" she suggested, slipping off her robes.
"Perhaps we could!" Matthias agreed.
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"What do you intend to do?" Lisette asked Michael when they got out of bed.
"Give Sierra's offer due consideration. Owning land with free title makes it an attractive opportunity."
"It does, as does the pretty girl to whom the land belongs! Given your many years of service in the Army, I very much understand the desire to own land and be able to pass it on to your children. And I am positive you enjoyed investigating her suitability for that purpose!"
Michael couldn't help but laugh.
"I will not deny that! You are truly not upset?"
"I am not. Do what is best for you, Michael, and so long as you have freedom, you are welcome in my bed."
"An offer only a great fool would refuse, and I am not a great fool!"
"On a different topic — are you enjoying your work?"
"Yes, though, as I've said, it's less demanding than what I was doing, but with my years, that's fine by me. Count Matthias is a good man and worthy of my loyalty."
"Indeed, he is. Let's have breakfast so we can begin our day."
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After breakfast, Milos and Karla rode to Nelson's farm and concluded the purchase agreement. Once the contract was signed, they met with the men Nelson employed and promised to retain them. The challenge would be finding someone with appropriate knowledge and skills to manage the farm, but Milos was confident he could find someone in Fulham or Haven, or perhaps in Dal Valley. He and Karla discussed it, and in the end, they decided to send word to Milos' uncle asking for the names of men suitable for the task.
"Nelson, would you be willing to manage the farm until I can hire someone?" Milos inquired.
"I am sure we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement," Nelson replied.
They negotiated a fee and a deal for Nelson and his wife to remain in the house until Milos located and hired an overseer for the farm. Once that had been concluded, Milos and Karla mounted their horses.
"On our way back," Milos said, "I want to stop and check on the parolee. We've heard no complaints, but showing my face will reinforce the fact that I'm watching."
They rode to the farms with the disputed land and spoke to John, who said everything was fine. After a brief conversation, Milos and Karla went to see Gareth, the man on parole.
"The judgment was not just," Gareth groused. "But if I fail to abide by it, I'll be jailed, so I have no real choice but to do so."
"You may take that up with Count Matthias," Milos replied. "As Sheriff, I enforce the Law and the rulings of King Robert and Count Matthias. I cannot overturn the Count's judgment."
"You swore to be just when you were knighted, Sir Milos," Gareth challenged.
"For those things where I have discretion," Milos replied. "This is a matter of Law, which I am also sworn to uphold. I am trusting you to follow the judgment, and so long as you do, I will leave you in peace."
Gareth frowned, turned, and walked away.
"What do you think?" Karla asked as they remounted their horses.
"That Lady Lilia was correct in her judgment. Ultimately, it is the one paying taxes who has the right to use the land. Any other result would be completely unjust. It makes sense, too, as the King may only take a freehold for non-payment of taxes. These aren't freeholds, but I think the Law applies in spirit."
"Make sure you always pay our taxes on time!" Karla declared.
"Given I'm the tax collector, you can count on that!"
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After a pleasurable hour with Zoë, Matthias went to find Lewis Smith and John Tinker. He showed them the metal rulers, meter stick, measuring tapes, and micrometers, and showed them how to use them.
"What's 'met-ric'?" John asked.
"It's a word that means a standard to which everyone is expected to adhere. From now on, you can ensure everything you make is identical. That way, any part you make will fit any device that uses that part. If, for example, something breaks on a mill in Visby, a four-day ride from here, you can simply send the part, and it will fit that mill, just as it would fit one here in Newtown. You should produce more rulers, but they must be identically inscribed. You may sell any you make, but please keep the originals."
Matthias held back one of each, which he would keep safely locked away as reference exemplars.
"I do not believe I can replicate this device," Lewis said, holding up the micrometer.
"Probably not at this point, but soon enough. I have a text on metalworking I can read to you and explain that will help you develop new techniques."
"Could you teach me to read? That is a skill which seems very important at this juncture."
"If you are willing, yes."
"I think it would help with the type for the press. I know the letters and numbers, and can add sums, but I do not know words."
"A number of us are able to read, so we can organize lessons for you and anyone who needs them."
"Thank you, my Lord!"
Literacy was another thing that would accelerate change. In Nystria, less than 10% of people could read at a first-grade level, which was actually higher than the historical analog in the OP. It was one more thing for which he had to develop a plan. He left the two men and went to find Lisette to give her the beakers, graduated cylinders, and measuring cups, along with a Snickers bar, which she thoroughly enjoyed.
"I will take as many of these as you can bring!" she exclaimed.
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