Citizens of Gloria Regis. This is your Premier, Livia Barberina, speaking to you. You elected a government; you chose people to lead you, and they have been assassinated, murdered by people who did not want to see us rule ourselves. We were abandoned by foreigners who called us friends and left when the going got tough. Our chance for freedom is all but over.
I cannot condemn you to slaughter or degradation. I urge those who do not choose to stand with us to make their way, under white flag, You will have betrayed nothing—for those who do not want to stand here and possibly die under arms, you did not choose this fight, and I cannot choose it for you.
For myself: I am what I have claimed to be—a free citizen of Gloria Regis, which should be an independent country where people are free, where we do not live under the boot heel of a dictator. Having tasted this freedom, I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees. May the gods of your faith hold you and protect you.
The words carried with them a sense of grim finality that made Martha swallow despite the dryness in her mouth. Her blue eyes looked toward the ceiling as Livia made her final statements, and then darted back to Theodora.
"Yes, you're right," she whispered hoarsely, "you and the others need to get out of here. But I-we're staying."
She blinked a little, keeping the tears from welling up in her eyes.
"Us exiles, I mean. We can't run Theodora. Not again. We all agreed on what it would mean to come back here. Julianna might have...cracked, but the rest of us haven't. We might have lost, but I'll be damned if I'm leaving again."
Her voice wavered a little, but her resolution did not. Sniffing a little, her resolve fighting successfully against the bitter emotions in her heart, she produced a folded sheet of paper from her pocket and smoothed it out in front of her.
"We do have a plan. Before she...well, Julianna spoke with the Shrailleeni volunteers. I don't know what she said, but...well, see for youself."
An Official Notice from the Shrailleeni Office of Volunteer Coordination
To Livia Barberina, our friend and Sister,
Revent events in Sixington have taken a dark turn, and one which fills our hearts with sympathy and regret. The forces of patriarchal oppression have triumphed in the face of all that we value. Feminism, democracy, and the right of peaceful self-determination stand to be completely eradicated. As Shrailleeni, we can no longer bear to allow this state of affairs to stand.
We have heard of your determination not to submit to the will of the oppressors, and applaude your bravery. Know that should you have need of us, the doors of every Shrailleeni volunteer station will be open to every Feminist seeking shelter from the storm to come. While within our care we shall do everything within our power to ensure that no harm will come to our Gloria Regian Sisters, even if this should mean offering our reputations and our lives in your defense.
It has not been seen as practical at this time to inform the New Edomite federal government of our offer.
With our condolences, and the blessings of the Mother Goddess,
Princess Vasane Resyanna fe Shrailleen and Lady Allene Triaka
Shrailleeni Volunteer Mission to Gloria Regis Regional Coordinators
"I know," Martha said as Theodora finished, "it's not great. Hell, I don't even know why they're offering, because last I heard the Shrais had decided we were a liability."
She caught Theodora's eyes briefly.
"Had you heard that? Julianna found out that the Shrais had decided to let us rot here. Declared us criminals so they could play nice with the Boy General and his fascist pals in Constantinople. It was the last thing she said to me before she dissapeared. Only thing I can think is that something she said got through to them. It's risky enough, if word got out that the Shrais were hiding police and exiles and Feminists then the army would beat down their doors to get to us."
"But its better than anything else I can think of. I'm not leaving, and I'm not skulking in sewers and backalleys under an assumed name, hoping that noone will ever recognise me. Gloria Regis will have to return to civilian control eventually, and when it does then Goddess willing we'll come out and start this again, and do it right this time. Either that or we'll all get caught, but personally I'll take as many of them with me as possible if I'm going down."