To Whom it May Concern,It is my utmost pleasure to announce the wedding of His Excellency, Thomas, Count Lalery to Her Royal Highness, Victoria, Princess Royal and Archduchess of Vinera. Within this joyous marital event the House Obed and House Maddox shall be bound by blood and letters and by this the two nations shall be tied as allies and friends.
Both Her Majesty Queen Sophia and His Royal Highness, James, The Prince Regent have felt that the presence of a representative of your country would be both fitting and desirable. Therefore please find enclosed a invitation of admittance to the ceremony at Fineberg Cathedral and the reception generously hosted by the House Obed at Betharan Palace. It is important to please fill out the attached RSVP form, to ensure a smooth issue of visa's and for your delegates to be awarded seating and dining.
The ceremony shall begin at 10:00 am, with admittance within the Cathedral beginning at 9:30 am. After the ceremony, a small meal will be followed by dancing and entertainment.
Could all attendees please note that no firearms will be permitted at either event and swords to be limited to ceremonial dress only. Any special dietary requirements or inquiries should be forwarded to either Sir Alexander Hughes at the Izzyerian Ministry of Foreign Affairs or The Most Holy Thaddeus Burden, of the Edomite Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Your humble servant,
Sir Alexander Hughes, OR, OQC, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Royal Fanfare
Fineberg, New Edom
The Royal Guards were present for the arrivals of the guests—as appropriate national anthems were played, the resplendent cherry red uniform tunics, gold frogging and ornate shakos blazing in the sun, bayonets gleaming, drums rolling and trumpets, trombones, fifes, tubas and French horns playing beautifully the much practiced music, gleaming cars driving the guests through the city. It was impossible to hide that there were protests; even though all the political rallying areas had been urged to be silent, there were thousands of Finebergers out in blue and white paint, in spite of the early winter chill (about +12 in Fineberg) their nakedness showing their allegiance. However out as well in force were the Monarchists of the city, waving crowned griffon and peacock flags and cheering.
What kept the mood quiet was that when Prince James and Princess Rebecca arrived at the Cathedral, they came with President Touchstone and Archbishop William Laudner. The President wore a tuxedo with his sash of office. Here and there cries of partisans—“David! David!” and “Father William!” were heard from among the crowd of the so recently war divided city.
To Touchstone's great displeasure, in spite of all this, he heard the excellent harmonies of an ETC militia unit, leading the crowd around them in a popular song, as they sang (in homage to him)
As we rally round the flag, as we rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
We will rally from the hills, we will rally from the plains
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
The Congress forever! Hurrah, folks hurrah!
Up with the Griffon, and down with the crown!
As we rally round the flag as we rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
In spite of the 30th Armoured Cavalry Regiment soldiers on the streets, some of whom were bewildered, but who were mostly sympathetic, and the red faced Royal Guardsmen, and efforts by officers of both regiments making slashing gestures, warning people, shouting, pointing at them in some cases, the voices began to rise, so recently joyfully singing hymns in gratitude of recovery for President Touchstone.
THE CONGRESS FOREVER! HURRAH FOLKS HURRAH! UP WITH THE GRIFFON AND DOWN WITH THE CROWN! AS WE RALLY ROUND THE FLAG , AS WE RALLY ONCE AGAIN, SHOUTING THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM!
Touchstone said grimly, "My apologies, your Highnesses."
"What, President Touchstone," said Princess Rebecca acidly, hiding her fear. "You are not grateful for the homage of the people?"
Touchstone looked at her coldly. "Not in this case, I fear."
Fortunately, following after, the Archbishop was driven by, also in an open car, accompanied by two bishops and his private secretary. He was in his full regalia, his aged bent form recognized by the people. It was hard to boo when at least someone you loved was in the open topped car, and so people simply bowed respectfully as the dignitaries of the land arrived. Above all others, the Archbishop was seen as a good, saintly man who had done endless kindness to the poor and homeless of New Edom, who was always a voice of reason and peace, and Monarchist or Free Congress, all loved the old man. This seemed to have a calming effect.
The Cathedral
As guests entered the cathedral, they were presented by the Royal Major-Domo, and saw that there were Royal Guards of both houses on either side in all their full dress, and purple and white flowers decorated the cathedral itself, with banners of the Peacock and the Griffon displayed handsomely. There was a good fresh scent of the flowers, a hint of incense, and within they could see the handsomeness of the old building so beautifully preserved.
When the descendants of Belisarius the Emperor brought Christianity to New Edom, along with it they brought classical architecture,
In the words of an awestruck observer in the 18th Century visiting Fineberg: And towards the west one may see the same forms as towards the dawn, though there is a small difference. For there in the central space it is not drawn in a curved arc as it is at the eastern end, where the priests, learned in the art of sacrifice, preside on seats resplendent with an untold wealth of silver; at the west is a great, richly-wrought portal, not a single one, but divided into three at the boundary of the temple. By the doors there stretches out a lengthy porch receiving those that enter beneath wide gates. It is as long as the wondrous church is broad; this space is called narthex by the Greeks. Here through the night there rises a melodious sound pleasing to the ears of Christ, giver of life, when the psalms of God-fearing David are sung with alternate voice by the sacred ministers. Into the porch there open wide seven holy gates inviting the people to enter; one of these is on the narrow face of the narthex facing south, and another on the northern wing; the rest on their groaning pivots are opened by the warden in the west wall which marks the end of the church. Whither am I driven? What wind, as upon the sea, has carried away my roaming speech? The center of the church, the most renowned place, has been neglected. Return, my song, to behold a wonder scarcely to be believed when seen or heard.
Now, towards the east and the west, you will see nothing beneath the arches: all is air. But towards the murmuring south wind and the rainless north there rises a mighty wall up to the chin of the rounded arch, and it is illuminated by twice four windows. This wall rests below on stone props, for, underneath it, six Haemonian columns, , like the fresh green of the emerald, hold up a tireless sinewy juncture (it is there that the women have their seats). These in turn are heaved upon massive heads by four columns fixed immovable on the ground, glittering jewels of Thessalian marble graced with locks of golden hair. They separate the middle mansion of the glorious church from the lengthy aisle (aithousa) that lies alongside. Never were such columns, high-crested, blooming like a grove with bright flowers, cut from the land of Molossis.
In one of the vestries, Princess Mara, in her dove-grey dress that beautifully emphasized the feminine curves and delicacy of the bridal party, was waiting while sipping a glass of fizzy water and mango, and said cheerfully, “Well, no sounds of shooting yet, so it must all be going well.” She glanced over to where a last check over Princess Victoria’s attire was being checked. ‘You’ll be fine, Victoria, this will be a good day. A very good day.”
"What about that singing?" muttered Olivia. "That can't be good."
For his own part, Count Lalery was smoking a cigar and having a drink with Count Merodach, Captain Cotta and Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, none of them saying very much except to talk about how it was the start of the Motor Jousting Season, and who would be lined up for the national teams.
"Let them sing." said Thomas Lalery. "Let them shout. They're sheep, nothing more." he raised his eyebrows, glancing at the others. "How about another hand? Stud?"
"Very well. If you don't like having money around, then we can do some stud." agreed Count Merodach, flexing his hands and letting the cards snap.