Higgins laughed. "In the year sixteen thirty-five? For Christ's sake, David, nepotism is the most favored middle name around. Most rulers in the here and now get their position by inheritance, remember?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

Mike's grin faded a little. "Relax, Lieutenant. The problem with nepotism is that it can lead to incompetence and it's often tied to corruption. But neither of those issues are involved here. It's just a name, that's all."

Bartley thought about it for a moment, and then seemed relieved. "Okay, I can see that."

A moment later, he looked downright pleased. "And now that I think about it, naming the division's unit of currency after your own wife is likely to boost confidence in it. The here and now being the way it is."

The rest of the division resumed the march to Prague early the next morning. Jeff and his officers spent the rest of the day and most of the next three getting the regiment's camp established.

That took some time and effort, because Jeff had decided to billet the regiment's soldiers in or next to the Thun castle on the hill, instead of in the town itself. The castle was vacant since the owner had fled, and Jeff figured he could use the fact of the nobleman's flight as proof positive that he'd been up to no good.

That wouldn't stand up to any kind of serious legal scrutiny, of course. But it didn't have to. All Jeff needed was a fig leaf to cover his sequestering of the castle for the immediate period. Whatever differences there might be between down-time courts and up-time courts, and between down-time legal principles and up-time legal principles, they shared one thing in common. The wheels of justice ground very, very slowly. By the time a court ruled that the Hangman Regiment's seizure of Thun's castle had been illegitimate, the war would be over and the regiment would be long gone anyway.