‘I see what you mean.’ Stratton realized he would need practice in thinking about nomenclature in the organic domain. ‘Have you developed euonyms for other species?’
‘Just over a score, of various types; our progress has been rapid. We have only just begun work on a name for the human species, and it has proved far more difficult than our previous names.’
‘How many nomenclators are engaged in this endeavor?’
‘Only a handful,’ Fieldhurst replied. ‘We have asked a few Royal Society members, and the Académie has some of France’s leading designateurs working on it. You will understand if I do not mention any names at this point, but be assured that we have some of the most distinguished nomenclators in England assisting us.’
‘Forgive me for asking, but why are you approaching me? I am hardly in that category.’
‘You have not yet had a long career,’ said Ashbourne, ‘but the genus of names you have developed is unique. Automata have always been specialized in form and function, rather like animals: some are good at climbing, others at digging, but none at both. Yet yours can control human hands, which are uniquely versatile instruments: what else can manipulate everything from a wrench to a piano? The hand’s dexterity is the physical manifestation of the mind’s ingenuity, and these traits are essential to the name we seek.’
‘We have been discreetly surveying current nomenclatoral research for any names that demonstrate marked dexterity,’ said Fieldhurst. ‘When we learned of what you had accomplished, we sought you out immediately.’
‘In fact,’ Asbourne continued, ‘the very reason your names are worrisome to sculptors is the reason we are interested in them: they endow automata with a more humanlike manner than any before. So now we ask, will you join us?’
Stratton considered it. This was perhaps the most important task a nomenclator could undertake, and under ordinary circumstances he would have leapt at the opportunity to participate. But before he could embark upon this enterprise in good conscience, there was another matter he had to resolve.
‘You honor me with your invitation, but what of my work with dexterous automata? I still firmly believe that inexpensive engines can improve the lives of the laboring class.’
‘It is a worthy goal,’ said Fieldhurst, ‘and I would not ask you to give it up. Indeed, the first thing we wish you to do is to perfect the epithets for dexterity. But your efforts at social reform would be for naught unless we first ensure the survival of our species.’
‘Obviously, but I do not want the potential for reform that is offered by dexterous names to be neglected. There may never be a better opportunity for restoring dignity to common workers. What kind of victory would we achieve if the continuation of life meant ignoring this opportunity?’
‘Well said,’ acknowledged the earl. ‘Let me make a proposal. So that you can best make use of your time, the Royal Society will provide support for your development of dexterous automata as needed: securing investors and so forth. I trust you will divide your time between the two projects wisely. Your work on biological nomenclature must remain confidential, obviously. Is that satisfactory?’
‘It is. Very well then, gentlemen: I accept.’ They shook hands.
Some weeks had passed since Stratton last spoke with Willoughby, beyond a chilly exchange of greetings in passing. In fact, he had little interaction with any of the union sculptors, instead spending his time working on letter permutations in his office, trying to refine his epithets for dexterity.
He entered the manufactory through the front gallery, where customers normally perused the catalogue. Today it was crowded with domestic automata, all the same model char-engine. Stratton saw the clerk ensuring they were properly tagged.
‘Good morning, Pierce,’ he said. ‘What are all these doing here?’
‘An improved name is just out for the “Regent”,’ said the clerk. ‘Everyone’s eager to get the latest.’
‘You’re going to be busy this afternoon.’ The keys for unlocking the automata’s name slots were themselves stored in a safe that required two of Coade’s managers to open. The managers were reluctant to keep the safe open for more than a brief period each afternoon.
‘I’m certain I can finish these in time.’
‘You couldn’t bear to tell a pretty housemaid that her char-engine wouldn’t be ready by tomorrow.’
The clerk smiled. ‘Can you blame me, sir?’
‘No, I cannot,’ said Stratton, chuckling. He turned toward the business offices behind the gallery, when he found himself confronted by Willoughby.
‘Perhaps you ought to prop open the safe,’ said the sculptor, ‘so that housemaids might not be inconvenienced. Seeing how destroying our institutions seems to be your intent.’
‘Good morning, Master Willoughby,’ said Stratton stiffly. He tried to walk past, but the other man stood in his way.
‘I’ve been informed that Coade will be allowing nonunion sculptors onto the premises to assist you.’
‘Yes, but I assure you, only the most reputable independent sculptors are involved.’
‘As if such persons exist,’ said Willoughby scornfully. ‘You should know that I recommended that our trade union launch a strike against Coade in protest.’
‘Surely you’re not serious.’ It had been decades since the last strike launched by the sculptors, and that one had ended in rioting.
‘I am. Were the matter put to a vote of the membership, I’m certain it would pass: other sculptors with whom I’ve discussed your work agree with me about the threat it poses. However, the union leadership will not put it to a vote.’
‘Ah, so they disagreed with your assessment.’
Here Willoughby frowned. ‘Apparently the Royal Society intervened on your behalf and persuaded the Brotherhood to refrain for the time being. You’ve found yourself some powerful supporters, Mr. Stratton.’
Uncomfortably, Stratton replied, ‘The Royal Society considers my research worthwhile.’
‘Perhaps, but do not believe that this matter is ended.’
‘Your animosity is unwarranted, I tell you,’ Stratton insisted. ‘Once you have seen how sculptors can use these automata, you will realize that there is no threat to your profession.’
Willoughby merely glowered in response and left.
The next time he saw Lord Fieldhurst, Stratton asked him about the Royal Society’s involvement. They were in Fieldhurst’s study, and the earl was pouring himself a whiskey.
‘Ah yes,’ he said. ‘While the Brotherhood of Sculptors as a whole is quite formidable, it is composed of individuals who individually are more amenable to persuasion.’
‘What manner of persuasion?’
‘The Royal Society is aware that members of the trade union’s leadership were party to an as-yet-unresolved case of name piracy to the Continent. To avoid any scandal, they’ve agreed to postpone any decision about strikes until after you’ve given a demonstration of your system of manufacturing.’
‘I’m grateful for your assistance, Lord Fieldhurst,’ said Stratton, astonished. ‘I must admit, I had no idea that the Royal Society employed such tactics.’
‘Obviously, these are not proper topics for discussion at the general sessions.’ Lord Fieldhurst smiled in an avuncular manner. ‘The advancement of Science is not always a straightforward affair, Mr. Stratton, and the Royal Society is sometimes required to use both official and unofficial channels.’
‘I’m beginning to appreciate that.’
‘Similarly, although the Brotherhood of Sculptors won’t initiate a formal strike, they might employ more indirect tactics; for example, the anonymous distribution of pamphlets that arouse public opposition to your automata.’ He sipped his whiskey. ‘Hmm. Perhaps I should have someone keep a watchful eye on Master Willoughby.’