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he’s been forced to meet her parents before he was mentally prepared for it!

A bit displeased, but not raging, he uses his demi stern voice with his teeth clenched together.

“I can’t do the wavelength you know! I look at your face and your hands, and I can only guess what’s going on!”

“You’re doing fine,” she says, “they like you!”

Relaxing the tenseness of his teeth, he muses, “and they call you Mademoiselle?”

“Usually they only do that when they’re upset with me! They start by saying Mademoiselle Troyes, if you … something, something, something. This time I think Maman was doing it just for emphasis, to show that we have French heritage. She’s actually 100% Wolfie. Papa’s the one who’s 2% French. Or something like that.”

“So you’re 1% French?”

“It doesn’t feel like that! I’m just the same as everybody else here. In our case, you have to go back 300 years to trace the original Monsieur Troyes.”

“Why did he leave France?”

“The Great Famine!”

At that precise moment a minor crashing noise is heard from the kitchen. As if somebody has dropped a plate on the floor, breaking it into four or five pieces.

“The Great Famine? In 2162?”

“2162 was the year of The Decimation. The famine came a little bit later. Anyway, he was trying to find a better life, away from Paris, and he ended up in the Navy. He was captured in the Second Battle of Hastings, imprisoned in Woolwich, and on his release he chose to go into London rather than go back to France.”

“Why did he join the Navy, why didn’t he stay in Paris?”

KristalClear knows the story well, but has never had to lead a discussion like this before.

“Originally, he had a good job, with a good family, working as a groom in their stables. Papa says they had lots of horses, and Monsieur Troyes was part of a big team. He was

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KristalClear’s father runs a store in town “Troyes & Co Chandler of Equestrian Wares”. Henri Troyes started work as an apprentice saddle maker, became a GuildMaster, and did that for several years.

It was heavy duty work.

In order to ease the discomfort in his hands he then moved into retail, selling saddlery, tack, boots and clothing. However, he can’t stop himself from fiddling with bits of hardware, making little repairs to things, and tidying up some of the secondhand goods which find their way into his shop.

Henri Troyes has a reputation for always being able to supply tack for all sizes of horse, especially smaller ponies. That makes him particularly popular with people who want a tiny saddle to suit an infant. He will either adapt something, or he’ll tailor make one. Beyond the counter, beyond the displays, he’s arranged his workbench so that it faces into the shop. That way, he can fidget with things to his heart’s content whilst still being instantly attentive to any customers in the shop.

NutJob is aware that Henri Troyes still upholds some French traditions. He’s not sure if he should call him Henry, as suggested, or according to French etiquette address him as Monsieur Troyes. Side stepping the direct approach, NutJob chooses a topic which he knows the family likes.

“Kristal was going to tell me how your family came to settle in Wolfland.”

“Yes, fascinating history. Weird history actually! We were pirates, but we weren’t pirates. I need to change out of my work clothes, Kristal will tell you more.”

“Yes Mademoiselle,” says Mme. Troyes, “you tell, Dave, the story of the French connection, and I’ll get that tea sorted.”

With dad upstairs, getting washed and changed, and with mum in the kitchen making a disproportionate racket with cups and saucers and things, NutJob and KristalClear are alone and have some breathing space.

NutJob looks a bit exasperated and he hasn’t even been in the house five minutes! He looks at KristalClear, she smiles at him in such a way that he can’t be angry with her. Even though

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In order to stress his name, KristalClear quickly decides to walk to the kitchen, and says, “Maman, I’ll put the kettle on. You sit down and chat with Dave and I’ll be back in a moment.”

She reaches the kitchen door, looks back, tries tuning in on the wavelength again, and seems to detect something faint, or perhaps she’s imagining it?

NutJob is pleading, something like, « don’t leave me alone with her. »

Calmly KristalClear says, “is Papa home yet? I’ll make a pot of tea for all of us,” and she vanishes from sight!

“She thinks you’re rather sweet you know!” says Mme. Troyes, “and she says they call you NutJob at school! Do you really carry everything in your pencil case?”

Trying to sound nonchalant, NutJob surprises himself with a half decent response.

“Everything? Well, lots of handy things anyway!”

“And tweezers? Kristal told me about the tweezers and the day she got a splinter from the desk.”

Enthusiastically, Mme. Troyes continues to tell NutJob the story he already knows.

“And how you gave them to her, and she couldn’t get the splinter out by herself. And then how you held her hand still, so gently and calmly and …”

“Oh Maman!” exclaims KristalClear, stepping back into the front room.

“… and you drew out the tiny wooden splinter, effortlessly, first time.” Mme. Troyes pauses. “She said your hands were so calm. That you have craftsman’s hands. Small, perfectly formed just like …”

“Maman!”

The door opens.

“Darling, I’m home. Oh hello! You must be Dave? Henri Troyes. Call me Henry. Makes life easier for everyone!”

“How do you do?” says NutJob, remembering his best manners.

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Chapter 14
The French Pirate

“Mme. Troyes welcomes NutJob as she guides him and KristalClear into the front room, “David! Do come in! Have a seat. Kristal has told me so much about you!”

After no more than two seconds of conversation, KristalClear is already embarrassed! Not only do her parents style themselves the French way, her mother already seems to be fawning over David the new boyfriend.

NutJob is thinking to himself, “nobody calls me David anymore. They did when I was little. Then, they started calling me Dave, but nowadays all my friends and even the teachers call me NutJob. And until she renamed me Dash, Kristal always called me NutJob.”

He looks at KristalClear as his silent thought pattern continues, “mum and dad call me Dave. Kristal usually calls me Dash, or NutJob sometimes, or Dave on rare occasions. But absolutely nobody calls me David!”

KristalClear senses what’s going on, and she responds on the wavelength.

Caught up in the emotion of the moment, with mum meeting NutJob for the first time, KristalClear forgets that she hasn’t yet mastered the human wavelength. And she overlooks the fact that NutJob wouldn’t be able to receive a message anyway. Still, she persists!

At the same time she’s doing some minimal, discreet hand gestures, all trying to say the same thing.

« At some stage, I had to tell Maman about you. That was weeks ago. Maybe I said your name was David. But since then I always say Dave whenever I mention you. I don’t know why she said David just now! »

NutJob doesn’t even know there’s a message and he can see only her eyes darting about, and some novel hand gestures. Both palms opening, fingers splayed wide, thumbs pointing to the ceiling.

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“The biggest headache is the one the Chancellor has every year. Commerce means money, and money means more commerce, which means more money. Sales tax is a tax on purchases, so the Chancellor wants you to make stuff that people want to buy. That’s why she’s so keen to emphasise the importance of going out and doing some good in the world. The Chancellor doesn’t want any freeloaders in Wolfland.”

“Using charts and tables, she has to second guess the employment needs of the Garrison and the Highways Agency, along with the Chamber itself. These public sector bodies are employers, so they pay Work Impost too.

That means that some of the general taxes which are collected by the civil service actually go into the civil service budget and back out into the education pot. And that pot is divided up among all the schools according to how big they are. The Purser at each school then has to work out how to budget for teachers’ wages, and everything else that a school needs.”

“What do you want out of life?”

“What do you want, do you really, really want?”

Mr Rafone knows the answer already. The class doesn’t disappoint. Without responding to him directly there’s a distinct, collective and audible, “I dunno”.

“I dunno is the most common answer,” he says, “at heart, we’re all still cavemen. We want to protect the tribe, and we want to survive. And simple survival at a basic, existential level is not particularly satisfying. We want a bit more to life than that.”

“What do you want, do you really, really want?”

“A decent standard of living, and complete peace of mind.”

“Am I wrong?”

“In any case,” Mr Rafone concludes, “you want a job.”

“You either work or die!”

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The back row boys are now sitting up and paying careful attention to every word that Mr Rafone says. He elaborates.

“Schools are funded exclusively by employers through the Work Impost. Because employers want employees. And if you want something you have to pay for it. This is over simplified but let’s consider it this way. Open up your book, page 87 of The Penrith Moral Compass.”

The Chamber collects the Work Impost on behalf of schools. It’s ring fenced, so it all comes in and all goes out again. It’s not a tax, and it’s not part of the government budget. However, the Chamber oversees the annual committee which determines the banding.

The bigger and better the employer, the more likely they are to want the best school leavers. It’s in their interests to contribute the most to schools, because that way, they’re more likely to get the best choice of graduates.

The big employers like the Medical Service and Lancastrian Lines employ lots of staff, so they pay band A. Places like Wolfland Wind & Water Power have lesser manpower needs, and they pay band B. The Ulverston Farming Collective pays band C.

The reality is a bit more complex, because some people will follow their instincts. Many carpenters for example are the sons and daughters of carpenters. Hence a freelance carpenter usually has to pay only band D Work Impost.

Career progression is not always clearly defined. Some of the best students might not want to be lawyers, or doctors, or engineers. There’s a two tier system in those fields, and to reach the top, newcomers need to join an employer who has a Research Institute. Less than 5% of the population end up in the top tier, and secure a Diplôme Supérieur. Some of the best students would rather just follow their passions. It’s all as much an art as it is a science!

Students who leave school with nothing, really have little choice, and they try to pick up any work they can, no matter how menial. That’s what happened to MaxChaos when he left school aged thirteen.

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have to be a really good one and truly entertain people. Quite a lot of would be musicians, actors and authors have to think about getting a day job, or finding a romantic benefactor to keep them alive! Without a social welfare system there is nothing to fall back on. What you can be sure of, is that if nobody in your household has work, then you have no money.”

Kayt looks on in astonishment! She’s a good singer songwriter. And here, indirectly, is Mr Rafone telling her that she should be on the look out for a proper job. In school music lessons Kayt and Conning sometimes duet and they’re pretty impressive! Just ask the boys! And the girls! The unofficial Kayt and Conning fan club contains most of this year group, and lots of the younger kids throughout Broadland Park High School. And beyond!

“Don’t we get to choose our jobs?” asks KristalClear.

“Yes and no,” says Mr Rafone, well aware that KristalClear has a part time job at the stables, and that NutJob is already doing some work for The Lancastrian.

“The quality of the work that you’re likely to find depends on the diploma you get when you leave school, and that depends on how well you study, and how long you study.”

Mr Rafone’s class of fifteen and sixteen year olds will all be sixteen by the time they leave school at the end of this academic year. In Wolfland, and everywhere else, there is no system of further education. At sixteen people become adults, and they go out and find work.

“Assuming that you make the grade, then at the end of the summer term after your sixteenth birthday, you’re awarded a Diploma of Distinction. Some students leave school earlier. The best they can hope for at fifteen is a Diploma of Merit, or at fourteen a Diploma of Education. In theory, it’s possible to be a sixteen year old school leaver and receive a lesser diploma if your studies are not up to scratch.”

“It’s not officially recognised, but you’ll hear some people use the abbreviations DOD, DOM or DOE. And some drop outs talk about a Diploma of Sod All … or a DOS.”

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“Students? Don’t be ridiculous! How can we pay? None of us has that much money!”

Mr Rafone smiles that sort of smile which suggests, “come on, can nobody figure it out,” combined with a, “you know I’m going to tell you anyway,” and a, “how much longer should I keep you floundering.”

Finally he interjects, “employers.”

He pauses and looks at the astonished faces staring at him. That’s most of the class.

“So, what exactly is the Work Impost?”

The point of this Civics lesson is not to teach the class about Work Impost, but about the importance of doing something for society in exchange for money. Bluntly put, this is the “work or die” lesson.

Whether products or services, everybody is expected to work to provide something, and then they are paid for doing that work.

The spectrum is very wide with farm labourers being paid poorly, to ships’ captains being paid well. Artisans like carpenters, saddlers and tailors are paid in direct proportion to the work that they do. Grocers and merchants for what they sell, doctors and lawyers in exchange for the services they provide.

Mr Rafone likes to remind people of Darwin’s theory of evolution. Those who are the most responsive to change are the ones who are most likely to survive. The population of Wolfland thrives, because it has adapted to a new world order. It’s not about “survival of the fittest”, it’s about being “responsive to change”. Darwin didn’t say “survival of the fittest” until the fourth edition of his book, and it was only in that, because Herbert Spencer had kept badgering him.

“You adapt or die,” says Mr Rafone, “even Benet has adapted and earns a living in spite of his odd lifestyle.”

“If you have no work, for example if you’re a child, or you’re a homemaker, then somebody in the family will have to make enough money to look after everybody else in the household. If you’re a musician, an actor or an author, then you

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That’s why the Chamber funds only the highways and defence. And it means that a small civil service is enough to help deliver pubic goods. It also means that everything else has to be paid for. If you want it, you pay for it. If you want a bank account, you pay the bank a regular fee!”

“There are two other types of taxes in Wolfland. An import duty on certain types of goods. And a local tax on properties, both residential and commercial. The local tax is devoted entirely to local amenities like street cleaning, refuse collection, the libraries and the fire brigade, etc. The whole machinery of central government relies on the sales tax, when people buy things, and on some import duties, when commercial traders import certain things.”

Mr Rafone returns to his original question.

“So, what exactly is the Work Impost?”

Complete silence! Again!

“Who funds this school?”

With a slightly nervous, questioning tone Kayt suggests, “government?”

“Interesting! But no! Let’s try it this way. Who pays my wages?”

A few whispers go around the class. Without responding directly to Mr Rafone, a spontaneous discussion develops among the students.

“Parents! If everything else has to be paid for, and parents want their kids to be educated, then surely they’re the ones who are paying?”

“My parents don’t pay! They have no money at all!”

“Nor does my mum, well that’s what she keeps telling me!”

“Interesting!” says Mr Rafone, “why parents?”

“So that we’re better qualified, we get better jobs, and we earn higher wages?”

“OK, aside from parents, who else might be paying for this?”

“Teachers?”

“Or the students themselves?”

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Kayt and Conning, the two Manx girls are now locked in intense discussion with KristalClear, and there, in the seat right next to her, right on the fringe of the girl power group is NutJob!

“That took some time” thinks Mr Rafone, knowing full well that it was inevitable that these two would end up together.

He also knows that if he can get Kayt and Conning to fall in line, which he will, then all of the girl power group will make a constructive contribution during this lesson.

“What exactly is the Work Impost?”

Complete silence!

Then Kayt pipes up, “imposters at work?”

“Nice try, but no. Let’s try an easier one. What is income tax?”

KristalClear responds immediately, “it’s a tax on income.”

“Yes, but we haven’t had that for over 200 years.”

He continues, “what’s a sales tax?”

Conning thinks she knows this answer, “a tax on sales?”

“Yes, and no. It’s a tax on purchases. Sales tax is not paid by the seller, it’s paid by the buyer. Why is there no income tax, and why is a purchase tax called a sales tax?”

“Why indeed?”

“In the turbulent years that followed the energy crisis, the Great Famine, the rise in sea levels, and the mass migration in search of clean water, all the new territories suddenly found that they needed a system of self government.”

“In what is now Wolfland a local government was formed, and they created the Chamber. The Penrith Nobles decided that they were going to keep taxes simple. There would be no tax on earning money, only on spending it. That way people can earn as much as they like, and spend as little as possible in order to pay almost no tax. Obviously people cannot live without buying things. Like food, and clothes. And businesses buy things. The Lancastrian has to buy paper and ink. Hence, the sales tax brings in a good deal of money.”

“A system was devised to keep things in equilibrium, just enough taxes to keep the economy buoyant, but not too much.

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