The czar, the czarina, and his ad hoc Duma of Bernie, Anya, Filip, Kiril, and Tim, listened to her plan with varying degrees of shock. Tim was flabbergasted and honestly thought it was a horrible idea. Not without reason. The serfs would run, some to the east following Natasha sure enough, but others into banditry among the Cossacks. And as word spread of what she had done, other serfs would run, hoping to hide among hers. The nation would collapse. Anarchy would rule and Russia would burn.
“Perhaps,” said Filip. “In fact, I suspect you’re quite right. But it won’t be better for waiting. Serfdom eats at Russia like a tape worm, sapping the nation’s strength and killing its greatness unborn. And the longer we wait before seizing freedom, the less we will know how to handle it when we finally gain it.”
He smiled, then. “If nothing else, Your Majesty, you can form a legitimate Cossack state.” Filip waved his hand toward the east. “Somewhere out there.”
Mikhail Romanov looked like he’d eaten something profoundly distasteful. Cossacks were outlaws, bandits, renegades.
On the other hand…
The czarina, it turned out, agreed with Natasha and Filip. So, that possible obstacle eliminated, the czar cosigned and endorsed her proclamation and did her one better. He invited all the Russians who would be free to join them in the east at the fortress at Ufa. Then, for almost the first time in his tenure as czar, Mikhail made a speech. In the speech he didn’t command, didn’t even implore, but simply offered. “Come with me to the east and freedom,” Mikhail said. “Come with me if you dare. Take every steam engine you can find and put it on anything that will float and follow me to Ufa. Help me build a Russia free of serfdom.”
It wasn’t a great speech. But it was the best Mikhail could do on the spur of the moment. Then they loaded up all the troops they could on the two steam barges that happened to be in town and headed for Bor.
Chapter 80
“We forgot to destroy the radio,” Anya said as the barge was steaming down the Oka toward the Volga and Bor.
“You can’t think of everything. It was pretty wild in Murom when we left. It was looking like war was going to break out between those who wanted to follow us and those who didn’t want to lose their homes and their businesses.”
“Besides, Sheremetev knows we didn’t try to go west, so he’ll be coming after us and there aren’t a lot of directions we can go on the river. If we ain’t going upriver, we’re going downriver.”
“Sir, sir! We need help!”
Captain Ivan Borisovich Lebedev struggled out of his drink-sodden daze, trying to understand what this idiot was talking about. “What? Let Tim handle it.”
“But he’s not here. He left with Czar Mikhail and all those people. And we’ve got fires in the city! There’s fighting.”
“Fighting about what? And why aren’t the Streltzi doing anything about it?”
“But the Streltzi are gone. Most of them.”
“Is anybody still here?”
“Well, you are.”
And that’s when it finally penetrated. Ivan Borisovich Lebedev was in charge. Really, honestly, in charge. The thing he had tried to avoid his entire life had come upon him. He needed instructions. There was no one here to give them. That’s when Ivan thought of the radio room.
Half an hour later, in the radio room, still hungover, with a half-dozen of what passed for the “leading figures” of Murom, all of them shouting at him to do something, Ivan told the radio man, “Just report to Moscow what has happened here.”
The key started tapping. The locals kept yapping. And Ivan’s head kept pounding.
“One at a time! You, what’s your complaint?” Ivan said to a short, balding man with a pot-belly.
“The servants raided my shop and ran off! I want my goods back. And my servants back! What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to have you thrown in the cells if you don’t quiet down. Were these your servants?”
“I was renting them,” pot-belly said. “From the Gorchakov clan.”
“So these are some of the serfs that Princess Natalia… oh, my head… that Princess Natalia freed or whatever. What was all that about?”
An older man with graying hair said, “Yes, they were. About half the work force in this town were serfs of the Gorchakov clan that were shipped in from their estates to work in the various shops.”
“So, basically, they had a perfect right to leave,” Ivan pointed out.
“Of course not. We had a contract. The Gorchakov factor signed it.”
About this time there was an explosion outside. Ivan went to the window and looked out on a small town in flames. “We’ve got bigger problems than missing serfs.” He turned back to the radio operator. “What does Moscow have to say?”
The operator shrugged. “The message probably hasn’t even gotten there yet. It has to go through seven stations to get there.”
Back in Moscow, Director-General Sheremetev was having his own problems. He had orders out to arrest Princess Natalia and Bernie for treason, and, thanks to the new patriarch, heresy. However, even four years after the up-timer’s arrival, a single station going off line could stop the word from going out. Some of the steam barges and boats on the river system had spark gap transmitters or crystal receivers, but not all of them. Not even most of them. Which meant he had no idea where they had gone once they left Murom. And he was beginning to wonder if they had gone after the czar. Meanwhile, he hadn’t heard anything from Murom in the last few hours and they weren’t answering their radio.
Murom was over two hundred miles from Moscow by road and almost four hundred by riverboat. Cavalry would take at least four days, more probably a week, to get there. Riverboats would be faster but would leave them stuck on the river once they got to Murom. Meanwhile, the Gorchakov girl was running around Russia, spreading disaffection.
“Meanwhile,” Colonel Shuvalov suggested, “we should order the Nizhny Novgorod Streltzi to arrest Princess Natalia and the up-timer.”
“Are they dependable?” Sheremetev asked.
“I don’t know,” Shuvalov admitted. “I don’t know who the commander of the local Streltzi is and we haven’t appointed a political officer to Nizhny Novgorod yet. We should have, but we’ve been stretched very thin. We have one in Bor just across the river, but that’s because of the dirigibles. There may be some loyalty to the Gorchakov clan since the industry that is developing there comes in large part from the Dacha. How much loyalty that will buy is anyone’s guess.”
“Well, find out who is in command of the Streltzi there. That should tell us something.”
It took Colonel Shuvalov a few minutes to find out and it turned out that the Streltzi commander at Nizhny Novgorod was a bureau man, not a deti boyar. Just a bureaucrat trying to keep his head down.
“Send the orders under the authority of the Boyar Duma and the director-general, acting for Czar Mikhail, as usual,” Sheremetev said. “That should give us the far end of the pincer.” Sheremetev drew a line on the map with his finger going from Nizhny Novgorod up to Kineshma then sweeping the whole hand back toward Moscow. “Meanwhile, we need to get troops on their way from here. I want you to lead the cavalry contingent. And find me somebody trustworthy to take a couple of companies of infantry by riverboat.”
Sheremetev drew his finger along the map again, this time tracing the Moskva River to where it joined the Oka, and on up the Oka to Murom. “The riverboat will probably get there before your cavalry does. They will have farther to go, but steam engines don’t get tired.”
“I’ll be on my way at first light then,” Shuvalov said. “Soonest started, soonest finished.”
Dawn came and the cavalry and the riverboats left, and still no word from Murom. They weren’t answering their radio nor forwarding messages in any direction. That, unfortunately, wasn’t that unusual. The radio telegraph links were new and didn’t have nearly enough redundancy. Well, Murom did. It was the hub for its area because it had the greatest range and because it was the Gorchakov family seat. Which meant that as long as Murom was down, messages would have to go a long way around. So why was the Murom station not active? Sheremetev wondered. It made no sense. Had they gone back to Murom for some reason and if so why hadn’t they been arrested?