"No to the boxes of money. Do you want part ownership in the railroad? You're entitled to some large percentage of it if you want a sixth-century income. Other than that side of things, I think we're ready to go."
Cam goes out, conjures up a nice big column of cloud, and takes off. It takes several hours to traverse the entire route, after which time he comes back.
Clarence sees Cam first. "We've received some news from the nearer Mercian townships. Apparently you were a very convincing angel. Nearly everyone who heard believed the knights. The Church has yet to respond, but it would be strange for them to contradict something everyone agrees on."
"Cool, keep me posted. I'll do the next route now unless you suddenly need loaves and fishes, or something."
He hands Cam the map, and will take about fifteen seconds to realize that for all practical purposes he already had it.
By the time he is back it is probably dark.
"Eep! Oh good, it's you." He takes his hand off his revolver. "Did anyone ever tell you your wings sound like a terrifyingly large flying beast?"
"No one has ever told me that. If it's a problem I could make a new set with owl feathers."
The Boss asked to be woken when you returned; just knock on the second door to the right. And, could you maybe not tell anyone about the 'eep'?"
He opens the door.
"Welcome back! We've got some news, but first, how did the painting by numbers go?"
"Perfectly well. There is now paint all over the place. It'll degrade inside of a year without harming the fish and wildlife populations, even."
Word of the angel stunt is spreading fast. The knights talked to the priest in the first town the ran into, and nobody wants to tell tens of thousands of well-respected and better-armed knights that they've been taken in. So the papers spun that as an endorsement by the Church. Now anyone who's used to trusting news from a wire is reactivating their own electrics."
And we can always use more infrastructure if you're up for that.
Or maybe we could permanently win the war with the Angles and Saxons and Picts and so on if you can supply a way to do that without killing many of them.
We aren't going to run out of things to do, but none are especially urgent."
"It's a sort of halfhearted attempt to take territory from each other. Battles as such are rare, people just avoid going anywhere already occupied unless they think they have enough force to back it up. Fights happen when they're wrong, when they're right territory changes hands. Been going on as long as anyone can remember. Ah, and I strongly recommend not letting slip to anyone that we know this country as 'England.'"
Cam snorts. "Good to know. Is 'Britain' safe? I can sail in and trivially win battles, and I'm willing to do that against aggressors who don't have time-travelers and makers supporting their populations' quality of life, but I'd want to be assured of the twenty-second-century-standards humane treatment of anybody I'm going to drug until they fall over."
I don't know twenty-second-century standards. I can promise no torture, but prisoners would be being not tortured in a sixth-century cell. I should hope that fails. Chained to the wall, bread and water, virtually no light, imprisonment permanent unless ransomed. That sort of thing.
But I don't think taking any reasonable quantity of prisoners would win the war by itself anyway, just gain some territory."
"I take a dim view of killing people, especially given the uncertain status of the afterlife here. What did you have in mind for war-winning?"
There...aren't a lot of procedures for ending wars here. If we could locate and capture their kings, we might get them to recognize some borders for at least a few years. Do you know anything that can do that?"
"Not without pictures of the kings in question to go on. And by pictures I mean photographs sufficient for computer face recognition, so if you could get those you'd also know where the kings were and I could just pick them up and walk off with them."
A gigantic wall would also set borders, but wouldn't be worth it even if it wouldn't have the same foundation problem."
"Eh, if you just want something hard to get over I can do that without having to start it under the ground it particularly well. Make it bottom-heavy. It won't have to support trains. What would be the issue?"
More practically, I hope to have Britain be the one expanding. Not the typical, bloody way of course, but the wall would be a pointless inconvenience if it doesn't match the borders."