Here is where I will depart from the more personal recollections of Bohenstiehl’s family as they were truly excellent beings. I understood how Bohenstiehl became such a fine individual because of them. They were great friends, and I know of no better compliment.
My plan to rectify the blatant abuses and utter failure of the Majister’s rule was three pronged. I must say that while Bohenstiehl was still my student in the arcane arts, he was my friend, confidant, fellow conspirator, and wise beyond his years. Without him, the best of my plans would not have come to pass. We felt that we must do everything we can to immediately alleviate whatever we can of the people’s distress. Then we knew we must address the failure of the Majister’s Rule directly through the organization itself. Finally, as Bohenstiehl pointed out, our best efforts would not move the most entrenched selfish members of the government, so we must help the people to equalize the power imbalance.
Food is the thing we decided as the best way to help the people. Stories of food spoiling uneaten in the Majister’s storehouses turned out to be horrendously correct. So we appealed to the greedy nature of the Ministry of the Purse. If food spoiled, it was money lost. The Office of Provisioning in their meticulous detail of sorting all data already had projections of food and resource requirements for decades in the future. So I convinced the necessary Majister Council members to allow the Ministry of the Purse to coordinate with the Office of Provisioning to buy only the amount needed plus 10% to be purchased from farmers instead of taking entire crops. The food was purchased at well below the cost to produce it anyway, so we, in effect gave the people more food not only to eat, but also to use for trade.
Secondly, we needed a way to gain standing in the ranks of the Majister’s ruling class. The Office of Research currently had posts left vacant by mages and witches who had no desire to work on anything other than their own experiments. It used to be an influential position, but years of lazy incompetence on the part of the former leaders led to most in the Majister’s ranks laughing at any who worked there. Unbeknownst to me, Bohenstiehl had fast friendships with some young and still idealistic researchers in the department. With their support, I became Majister of Research with only a little bribery and connivance. Naturally, I named Bohenstiehl as my Assistant Prime.
It was also Bohenstiehl’s working relationship with the young researchers which brought us into contact with a brilliant young Höhlenmenschen male named Wozniak. The Höhlenmenschen Wozniak had so many ideas, he could barely keep them straight. When finally given support and staff to work with, he began producing many things. Some were entirely new; others were amazing refinements to existing things.
One of Wozniak’s accidents was what turned the tide, and doomed many in the same moment. It is my fault, for I am the one who saw the possibilities, and suggested the final thing which brought about liberation and destruction. He had been working on a side project trying to make the black powder used to shoot fireworks and to make the dwarven blunderbuss more effective. He made it more effective, and I suggested more changes to the blunderbuss to make it more effective. It worked, so much better that I dared to hope at the time. How I regret that Wozniak is still given “credit” for the weapon I made him design. Would the world still be whole without the advent of the modern firearm?