The Grantville Gazette - Volume 6 Part 3

"We were hoping you could come up with something to replace the football game as a reason to do all the other stuff." The cheerleaders waited expectantly for Federico's response.

"It's curious," said Federico. "What you are describing reminds me a little bit of a court masque. It is a form of entertainment which has been very popular in England since, oh, the time of King Henry the Eighth. Each masque has a 'fable'-what I guess you would call a plot-but to be honest, it is mostly just an excuse to dance."

"Sounds good so far."

"The court masque has three basic elements: the masque proper, the anti-masque, and the revels. The masque proper is stately and patterned; it is danced by the n.o.bility. Even royalty will partic.i.p.ate. Anne of Denmark, James' queen, was the lead in the 'Masque of Blackness.'

"The anti-masque is performed by professionals, and is much wilder. For example, in 'Oberon,' the anti-masquers imitated satyrs.

"The revels are social dances, initiated by the masquers but joined in by everyone. They dance pavanes, galliards, corantos, branles, contredans, and so forth."

"So the homecoming court are the high school equivalent of the n.o.ble masquers of a court masque."

"Exactly. And the cheerleaders are the anti-masquers."

"And the homecoming dance is the revel!"

"Indeed."

The gals huddled. "So, Mr. Ballarino, can you ch.o.r.eograph a court masque for our school?"

Federico hesitated. His first responsibility was to Kristina. But Kristina had friends in the school; she would like the idea of dancing with them. And she could be given a princ.i.p.al role, suitable to her station. Surely Gustavus Adolphus would reward Federico for advancing her.

Wait a moment. What if she tripped on stage? Federico had no desire to learn firsthand about conditions in Swedish dungeons. Well. Federico would very judiciously evaluate her dance skills.

If they weren't up to par, she could lead a walking dance, like a pavane. That should be safe enough.

"I suppose. If you obtain the necessary permissions. I will also need to see what your cheerleading routines look like, so I know what you are capable of."

After negotiations that rivaled those of the Congress of Vienna in their complexity, the school administration, the drama department, the cheer squad, the princess' guardians, and the town government reached agreement. Instead of a "Homecoming Dance," for just the high school students, there was going to be a "Harvest Moon Masque," open to the entire community. It would be held at the traditional time, the last full week in October. Federico and Adriane would be co-ch.o.r.eographers.

Princess Kristina had been working hard on her galliard repertoire. In consequence, she was to have her own solo. The princess thought that as a "soldier's daughter," she should have a military t.i.tle in the program. Hence, Federico and Adriane agreed to list her as the "Lieutenant General" of the State of Thuringia-Franconia, since her father was "Captain General," and that t.i.tle was to be hereditary in the Vasa line. They thought of it as being something of an "inside joke."

"Federico-there has been a change in plans." Adriane seemed agitated.

"What sort of change?" Federico asked warily.

"Well, the captain general has asked that the Harvest Moon Masque be, uh, 'geared-up,'" said Adriane. "With his financial support, of course."

"I suppose he has in mind a 'court ballet.' Unlike your up-time ballets, it was danced, at least in part, by n.o.ble amateurs. It is really just a more elaborate form of the 'masque,' usually with a mythological theme. The theatrical elements are more extensive, and there is no revel."

"Nothing you can't cope with, right? But as for the theme . . . Gustav wants to make a political statement. He would like the event to commemorate his coronation as king of Sweden."

"When was that?"

"October 12, 1617. But the king says that he can live with any date in October. And he is agreeable to still holding it in Grantville, since that is what his daughter wants. The real catch is that he wants a ch.o.r.eography which is suitably, uh . . ." She searched for the right word.

"Laudatory?"

"Yup. Oh . . . you know how we were joking around? Lieutenant General Kristina?"

"Yes?"

"It's no longer a joke. The king likes the idea. a.s.suming that the prime minister agrees, her appointment will be announced that weekend. So the princess had better have a princ.i.p.al role in the performance."

"Has any thought been given to where this performance would be held? I doubt the gymnasium could hold everyone one who would want to attend."

"Apparently, Chancellor Oxenstierna has already spoken to the princ.i.p.al and to the mayor.

They said to tell you that they thought the event will need to be moved to the football stadium.

That will hold three, maybe four thousand people."

"Right. So are there any specific ch.o.r.eographic changes he wants? A martial entree, perhaps?"

"Yes. Muskets or pikes or something of the sort. And he said to emphasize to you that the dancer representing him should bear suitable royal indicia. He regrets that he is too busy to dance himself."

Federico breathed a sigh of relief. Gustav's temper was notorious, and he reportedly did not take well to being told what to do.

"I wish we had more time . . . Perhaps the princess' honor guard could help? No, they are cavalrymen, not pikemen."

"I have an idea," said Adriane. "The military number can be performed by the Junior ROTC at the school. I believe they have a drill team. If so, the drill can be converted into a dance fairly easily."

"And how should we recruit them?" asked Federico.

"No problem," said Adriane. "I'll talk to the cheerleaders. They'll do the recruiting better than you or I can." "Whatever works. Now, as to our greater concerns. We obviously will need to rework the overall program to direct it toward the new theme. I will go through Bitty's 'stories of the great ballets' books, to see if they give me any ideas. We'll talk more tomorrow."

Federico pored over Bitty Matowski's ballet books until his eyes were tearing. Then he had his brainstorm.

Federico went looking for Adriane. "The masque has evolved into a court ballet t.i.tled 'After Night, the Dawn.' It will begin with a court and ballroom dance suite, like that of an everyday masque."

"We can earn some brownie points by offering some of the local n.o.bility the chance to partic.i.p.ate," said Adriane.

"Indeed. Then we segue into several anti-masques. The cheerleaders can do their stunts."

"Could the drama club be of any help?" Adriane asked.

"Yes, if they can do comedy. Then we conclude with a more allegorical courtly masque.

That's the part which honors Gustav II Adolf. And his daughter can dance there, too. In fact, you, she and I will have the three main roles in the show."

"Is that last act the one where you are going to use the JROTC drill team?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, I think I must omit one part of a traditional masque, the revel. I think it would be anticlimactic to put it in after the part honoring our sponsor."

"I have an idea. The revels could be informal, after the performance. The high school gym, the Thuringen Gardens, and so on could host social dances, of both up- and down-time genres, in various parts of town. I can organize that."

"Excellent. But now I have to tell you the best part. Gustav wants a political statement? Oh, he is going to love the allegory. And its source." He explained.

The rehearsal had not gone well. The cheerleaders just didn't seem able to get the hang of a new pattern which Adriane had taught them; it was too different from what they were accustomed to. Adriane, consequently, was feeling blue.

Federico sat with her quietly. After a few minutes, he coughed, drawing her attention. "It is hard not to worry about a performance."

"Tell me about it," griped Adriane. "I was in one traveling show, and we normally did our routine to recorded music. But then we had to perform it at a festival, which insisted that we use live music. The festival musicians a.s.sured us that they knew the song, and the first time the organizers put us together was at the final dress rehearsal."

"They learned the wrong music."

Adriane grinned. "Oh, it was the right music, but they were accustomed to a different arrangement. By the end of rehearsal, we thought we had it all straightened out.

"Then came the big performance. Halfway through, the musicians skipped a repeat. The more experienced dancers in the group realized that they had jumped to a later part of the music, and threw themselves into the appropriate section of the ch.o.r.eography. The less experienced ones were oblivious, and just kept dancing."

"So half the group ended with the music, and the other half were caught unawares?" asked Federico. "You got it."

Federico smiled. "Oh, I, too, have stories to tell. Now, this one, I wasn't one of the performers, but I was in the audience.

"One number was depicting an Italian village market scene. It was, of course, just an excuse to throw in some peasant dances. However, the dancing master had wanted to increase the sense of realism, so he had peasants driving a donkey and cart across the stage at one point.

"The next group came on. They were n.o.ble visitors from France, doing one of the new French court dances, a gavotte. What they didn't know was that, while onstage, the donkey had a call of nature."

Adriane snickered. "No!"

"Yes. So on they came. One-two-three-squish. One-two-three-squish."

"And what happened afterwards?"

"The French were solemnly a.s.sured that the peasants would be severely punished. And once the visitors had left, the peasants were brought to the palazzo, briefly reprimanded, and then given a five-year performance contract.

"The contract did provide that the donkey was to be left behind, but they were asked to be sure to bring a cart on stage each year, in honor of the event." Adriane laughed.

"Anyway, about the immediate problem. You can't worry too much about just one rehearsal."

"I suppose. We even had a saying. 'The worse the rehearsal, the better the performance.'"

Adriane smiled. "You know how to cheer up a girl."

"It made me sad to see you upset. So I was merely acting out of self-interest." Federico blushed.

Adriane's eyes widened. She touched her fingers lightly to his shoulder. "Thank you," she said quietly.

He took her fingers in his own hand. "You're welcome." Then he released her.

Adriane sighed. "Well, I'd best be getting home."

"I will walk you there." She accepted. They took their time getting there, and paused on her porch.

"Good night, Adriane."

"Good night, Federico."

The next day, Adriane tendered her resignation to TacRail.

Federico approached the priest. "Father Kircher. What is the status, in the eyes of the Church, of an up-time woman who was divorced, but just by the twentieth-century civil authorities?"

"Ah, then in the eyes of the Church, she was married to her husband at the time of the Ring of Fire. The ecclesiastical scholars have expressed several views as to the effect of that miracle.

"Some say that the husband left up-time is like a sailor lost at sea, and the woman must wait seven years before having him declared legally dead, after which, as a widow, she may remarry.

Others, that she was immediately widowed by the event, as it irrevocably sundered them, just as death would.

"A few contend that since the Ring of Fire caused, or will cause, many events not to happen-such as the death of Gustavus Adolphus at Lutzen in 1632-that the marriage itself never occurred. Indeed, the husband never existed." Kircher paused.

"May I ask whether this is a purely theoretical inquiry?"

"Purely theoretical."

It was a windy autumn Friday. The big event was just a day away. Adriane looked up at the sky. "It's looking a bit threatening."

Federico didn't seem especially concerned. "Yes, I imagine you Americans will have to turn on your weather control machines, soon, make sure it doesn't rain tomorrow."

"What are you talking about, Federico?"

"Your fantastical electrical devices for moving around the clouds, or whatever it is that they do."

"Just where did you get the idea that we could stop it from raining?"

"Is it a military secret, perhaps? I saw all the strange devices on your rooftops."

"The lightning rods and satellite dishes?"

"And then there is that great stone tower your people are so mysterious about. It was only when I saw the movie that I realized its true purpose. Don't worry, I won't reveal it to any outsider."

"What movie?"

"I believe it was called, The Avengers."

Adriane sighed. "That was what we call 'science fiction.' Actually, bad 'science fiction.' We can't control the weather."