AKIND OF STEADILY WAXING madness had beset them after a month or so at their hot-springs encampment – Jack had assumed it was the slow-burning fuse of the French Pox finally reaching significant parts of his mind, until Eliza had pointed out they'd been on bread and water and the occasional rasher of carp jerky for months. A soldier's pay was not generous, but put together with what Jack had previously looted from the rich man's house in Strasbourg, it would supply not only Turk with oats but also them with cabbages, potatoes, turnips, salt pork, and the occasional egg – as long as Jack didn't mind spending all of it. As his commission-agents, he employed those two brimstone-miners, Hans and Hans. They were not free agents, but employees of one Herr Geidel of Joachimsthal, a nearby town where silver was dug out of the ground. Herr Geidel hired men like Hans and Hans to dig up the ore and refine it into irregular bars, which they took to a mint in the town to be coined into Joachimsthalers.