Bedtime Stories
October 12, 2000
1800hrs.
35F
Heavy clouds; freezing rain
Approx. 30km south of Gora Kalwaria
The next watch passes without incident. For a couple of hours at the front end of this period, Mariusz stays with the merchants, helping them unload, dry, and warm their pack animals. The more time spent with these men (one of them is the same age as Mariusz, almost to the day; the others are both approaching middle age), the more certain one becomes that they are indeed what they claim to be.
During this time, Mariusz learns a little more about Gora Kalwaria. The merchant leader, in particular, is a rather chatty fellow. He reveals much- probably more than he should- but his delivery of the information lends to the impression that he's making a not-so-subtle sales pitch.
Apparently, the town was sorely used during the fighting around Warsaw three years ago. Its twin bridges and good west-east road and train tracks made it an operational (if not strategic) lynchpin on the southern flank of Warsaw proper. The town was occupied and reoccupied by both sides, and was subjected to heavy artillery and air strikes throughout the siege and during the NATO withdrawal. Both bridges were repaired and/or rebuilt several times, only to be left in pieces as the NATO troops pulled out. In the immediate aftermath of the nuclear strikes on Warsaw, the town lost much of its strategic importance and was largely forgotten by Moscow and Lublim. Similarly, several military pontoon bridges- both NATO and WTO- layed across the river both up and downstream of the town were destroyed. A civilian-run ferry fashioned from one such abandoned British pontoon used to operate near the town but since the pirates arrived, its operations have been severely curtailed.
The pirates operate from a base several kilometers upstream from Gora Kalwaria. They appear to be affiliated in same way with the region's unofficial power, the "Black Baron" Czarny, a renegade Polish warlord with a growing reputation for ruthlessness. Apparently, his "army" recently defeated a Polish army division sent from Lublin to arrest him.
The town of Gora Kalwaria sounds like it has made a rather stunning recovery since the Soviet/WTO forces lifted the siege of Warsaw and pushed back the NATO armies. The town is being rebuilt and hundreds of refugees have flocked there from the surrounding areas. Some come to stay and take part in the rebuilding effort while others come as pilgrims, to pay their respects and, if they are particularly favored by the Almighty, to be healed of their ailments, especially cancer. These pilgrims bring gifts for the church, accounting for the town's growing prosperity and explaining, in part, this marchant caravan's affiliation with the town.
Apparently, there is a woman in Gora Kalwaria- a blind woman- who, solely by the laying on of hands, can destroy cancerous tumors. Supposedly, dozens of people have been cured by this miracle worker.
The leader of the community is a Polish priest by the name of father Andre. His right-hand man is a rather militant monk- a modern-day knight Hospitaler, if you will- who leads Gora Kalwaria's rather sizeable militia force. The group numbers nearly 200 but, the merchant leader confides, they are poorly armed, with just a few salvaged assault rifles supplemented by a handful of hunting rifles and shotguns. Most of the militiamen have to make due with garage-built crossbows, clubs, and spears. The merchant also hints that at least a couple of British servicemen serve in the militia.
The militia has so far been successful in chasing off marauder attacks by land, but the river pirates are growing increasingly aggressive. They are too mobile, too numerous, and too well armed to be put off by force and they have been making demands on the town for large quantities of food and more recently, ammunition. Gora Kalwaria has plenty of the former, but hardly any of the latter. The pirates have threatened to destroy the town and sell its surviving inhabitants into slavery if they do not comply with the pirates' demands.
Before Mariusz leaves, the merchant leader confides that he is heading to Kozienice to trade with the garrison their- a rather corrupt bunch, by the sound of it- for ammunition. Its not clear whether that ammunition, if obtained, is to be used for fighting or for paying off the river pirates.
By sundown, the intensity of the rain has diminished somewhat, but it is still bitterly cold. Large puddles- or pools, really- surround most of the town's buildings. By morning, it will likely be frozen solid. It looks like the merchant caravan is planning on staying the night. They sound determined to continue on to Kozienice in the morning, weather permitting.
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