Charles VIII, King of France.
Paris, July 1483
Leonardo da Vinci was surprisingly handsome. I don't really know what I had been expecting. I recalled from the books story that he was an old man with a white beard and mysterious eyes. Then again, that was a little over thirty years into the future when he was a man nearing sixty. This was during the prime of his youth and man, was he a handsome, powerfully built, young man with blue eyes.
He rose at mine and Bourbon's presence as we entered the council chambers. "Your Grace, Lord constable." He greeted with a polite and formal bow.
"Rise, master Leonardo." I said, walking towards the man and clasping my hands onto his shoulders. That must have surprised him a bit. I grinned. "How do you find our fair city? Not too loud, I hope."
Bourbon had given the artist an acknowledgement that was more or less an incline of his head and a smile. Leonardo smiled somewhat awkwardly . "It looks more beautiful than Italian cities."
I removed my hands from his shoulders and guided him to retake his seat. "I have been informed about the works you did with the Medici of Florence." I recalled whilst doing my best impression of a sagely nodded. "They say you are a great artist, inventor and engineer without comparison in Christendom."
His grin was wide. "Yes, my lord I have ventured into several personal projects."
"I am mainly interested in your skills as an engineer and inventor, I am informed that you have improved firearms?"
"I have managed to create lighter arquebuses, and a pistol with a wheel mechanism that allow shots mounted from the horse. they are more expensive than the ones they currently use, that's why nobody is interested in these models." Leonardo replied, slightly abashed.
"I am interested." I looked down at the seating young inventor. "can you make them in large quantities?"
Leonardo nodded. "Yes, your majesty, I could train several people to carry out the large-scale manufacturing, but I will need a lot of money and materials." He finished with a bit of bite in his voice.
I was not worried about the money that would be spent on these weapons factories, at least if I directed it to Leonardo, I would have the guarantee that the weapons would work.
The money would have to come from the sale of the various royal palaces, the weapons were the best investments of my money, there will always be wars in Europe.
"We take care of the money, yes?" Bourbon asked. Leonardo nodded and Bourbon smiled. "We also want these factories to create high quality armor, swords, spears."
Leonardo blinked in confusion. His large blue eyes seemed as lost as a deer in headlights. "I don't have much experience in the work of a gunsmith my lord"
Bourbon nodded. "You will have the support of experienced gunsmiths from the principality of Liège, they will be in charge of supplying high quality steel from the large furnaces that they are manufacturing." Leonardo looked at me and I smiled and waved. "We also want you to support them in the new designs of the cast iron cannons that they are developing." Bourbon pulled out a sheet of papers that he was holding and handed them to Leonardo.
Leonardo took the papers, hazily looking over them for a moment before speaking. "What would be the benefits of this association?"
"You will receive a salary according to your skills." I said with a wave of the hand. "Leonardo will give you a laboratory for his experiments and for your works of art, I am also very interested in your skills as an architect in the future."
Leonardo stood up to stand tall. "I'll take the office your grace." He smirked. "I will also support all your majesty's projects, I thank you for the opportunity, your majesty."
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Charles VIII, King of France.
Paris, November 1483
The bore of the cannon gleamed obsidian black in the sunlight. Never was there before seen a molten iron cannon before, but apparently, the cannons made from iron had an unfortunate tendency to blow up at the inopportune of times without previous signs of any sort of malfunction on their part.
"And this one won't randomly blow up?" I questioned the man that had been put in charge of making sure that the metal was up to snuff.
Jan Mulder, nodded his head from the very safe distance me, him and some of my guard were standing away from in case the cannon did blow up. "Yes, your grace. The problem with using uncast iron for the cannon, was that iron by itself couldn't handle the stress of the explosion. Molten iron on the other, is a softer able to handle the stress well. And cheaper than the bronze."
"If this works Mulder, I suppose I won't be complaining about offering you all that gold for your service, I also see Leonardo's hand in this design."
Jan Mulder, bowed slightly, a giving me a smile. The best armorer in the principality of Liège, the first to build blast furnaces for the manufacture of cast iron.
"You are too kind your grace." Jan Mulder said, bowing. It has not been cheap to install the blast furnaces, nor to pay their fees, but for the knowledge that he held? It was probably going to be worth it.
I thought that the ideal thing would be to start manufacturing 6- and 12-pound field guns initially, later it would be possible to start manufacturing 24- and 48-pound siege guns.
"They are about to begin, your grace." Jan Mulder said, pointing in the direction of the crew that was loading up a solid ball of iron down the bore.
The cannon itself faced the ocean as that was where the direction of the solid shot would be fired in. I watched intently as the crew moved aside before lighting the fuse that burned down the fuse and into the vent before the earth seemed to shake as the recoil pushed the canon back as it fired it's projectile.
I felt sorry for the men that were holding the horses, for they must have surely been spooked. Needed to do something about that, wouldn't do for the horses to be spooked by little things such as cannons being fired.
I looked into the waters of the Seine river and saw where the solid shot had smashed into. The waters around that particular spot still bore the signs of the impact.
I rubbed at my ear. "Gods, that was a very strong shot."
Jan Mulder grinned from ear to ear. "imagine multiple cannons firing at once, your majesty."
"Yes, I suppose that will be louder. I do feel sorry for the poor bastards that are going to be firing these things." I turned my attention back to the cannon and gave a satisfactory nod. "I'm still not yet convinced of its success. The first iron cannon worked well enough after the first shot. Then it suddenly blew up, killing good men."
The death toll had just kept rising after that as I had people try to figure out what was going on.
I made a flippant hand gesture. "Have them fire it again. And again. If it doesn't blow up by the twentieth shot, I'll consider it a done deal."
By the twentieth test, the iron cannon was still standing and the crew was still alive. So, by own words, it was very much a resounding success.
Jan Mulder knew it judging by the stupid grin on his face. "a done deal, no?"
I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair resigned. "Those were my words. I'm still expecting it to suddenly explode and kill the crew."
"A healthy, understandable fear, your grace."
So, I now had a cannon. The problem is that manufacturing them is still very expensive, for now I will only ask for small cannons for land campaigns.
"Fifteen."
Jan Mulder looked at me strangely, an eyebrow raised up his hard face. "Your grace?"
"I want ten 6-pounders and five 12-pounders." I told him. "If you do this, then I consider our initial deal complete."
Jan Mulder nodded as he took in the information. "And of the agreement that we came to, your grace?"
" You will have a share in the arms company. I'll find respectable lords in the service of the crown for your sons...Joan and Michael, if I'm correct?"
He nodded his head, a gentle breeze sweeping across the both of them. "They already started receiving the training, they will be good squires."
I sighed with relief, the best thing is to have the biggest and most powerful weapon in Europe.