A Return to the Excalbian Isles (Semi-Open, See First Post)

[Excalbia]

Excalbia Cathedral, Citadel Excalbia

Excalbia Cathedral was a beautiful Gothic revival building with a cream-colored sandstone facade and towering stained glass windows. Its bright, airy and expansive nave was capable of holding thousands of worshipers and contained the seat - the cathedra - of the Presiding Bishop, making it the mother church of the Church of Excalbia.

Below the bright main church stood the crypt church. Although a few small stained glass windows near the ceiling - positioned right at ground level outside - allowed some natural light in, most found the crypt church gloomy and dark. Its low ceiling and vaulted construction tended to muffle sound, adding to the somewhat otherworldly feeling of the space.

Mainly used for small services and the internment of the churchmen buried within its walls, the crypt church also served as the venue for meetings of the Synod of the Church of Excalbia. And on this day the Synod - comprised bishops from across Excalbia, as well as those from Upper Virginia, the Sovereign States, Ajuba and Zamimbia among other places with a signficiant number of Excalbian Church members - was gathered in the crypt church and engaged in animated debate.

“We cannot amend canon law to suit the wishes of any one man, even those of the Emperor,” Bishop Robert Olu Osewega said, standing in front of chair, his heavy pectoral cross rattling . Dressed in a blue cassock, cape and zucchetto the Ajuban bishop’s deep voice rumbled through the muffling air of crypt church. “Holy Scripture is clear: homosexuality is an abomination before God.”

“When one considers the context, the meaning of the original languages,” Bishop Vaughn Talbot, Chief Bishop of Southport began, buttoning the blue suit he wore over his pale blue shirt and Roman collar as he stood, “the meaning is not as clear as you suggest, Brother…”

Osewega rolled his eyes and swept his hands apart. “I know of the interpretations being advanced by your so-called canon theologians and those of the so-called Episcopal and Lutheran churches. They seek to turn Scripture on its head and make it dance to their tune, rather than submitting themselves to its authority!”

“Brother,” Bishop David Olusman, leader of the Excalbian Church in Ajuba, said softly looking at his colleague, “remember your place. We are all brothers here. All striving together to better understand the will of God and to impart that to the faithful.”

Osewega nodded. “I apologize if I gave any offense. But I do not apologize for standing firm on Scripture…”

“We all seek to stand on Scripture,” Bishop Graham Spelve said from his seat. The elderly and soft-spoken Chief Bishop of the capital spread his hands as he spoke. “I admit that my interpretations have tended to the traditional, but I remain open - and encourage all of us to remain open - to the Spirit in leading us to a deeper and fuller understanding of Scripture.” He nodded towards Bishop Talbot. “However, our Brother from Ajuba is correct that canon law cannot be changed to suit one man, even an emperor.” He nodded towards Osewega, who returned the nod and took his seat.

“Please,” Presiding Bishop Donald Slesers said rising from his seat, “Brothers, no one is proposing a change to canon law to accommodate anyone.” The bishop was dressed in his cassock cape for the Synod, rather than his usual suit and Roman collar. “What we are discussing is how we should or should not respond to the Emperor’s decree.”

“Exactly,” Bishop Dainis Nilson, Chief Bishop of Landing - the Empire’s largest city - said, rising to his feet. “This is at its heart a civil matter, not an ecclesiastical one. No one is asking us to perform same sex marriages or even bless them. The law is not even being changed to permit same sex civil marriages within the Holy Empire. All that is being done is that the State is recognizing legal marriages performed elsewhere. I see no threat there. It may even prove advantageous to the Church to begin separating ourselves from matters of civil law.”

“I agree,” Bishop Aigars Ormann, the Chief Bishop in the Confederation of Sovereign States, said rising to his feet. “The Church in the Confederation has never had official status and that has freed us, I believe, to exercise our prophetic office by holding the State to account when necessary. For instance, when President Caine sought to take us in the direction of the Invisible Hand, we were able to speak out against unbridled greed and the exaltation of money over everything else…”

“And yet,” Bishop Janis Blumanis, the Bishop of Sigulda, interrupted, “the Church in the Sovereign States was silent when New Virginia and Trondgard legalised same sex marriage…”

“We felt,” Orman said, “that in light of the more serious problems of exalting impersonal market forces to god-like status and justifying greed and selfishness as public good, focusing on same sex marriage would have been a distraction from the real threat to faith and to the Gospel…”

Blumanis loudly harrumphed and Osewega smiled and nodded encouragement at his colleague. Nilson, Ormann and Talbot seemed to shake their heads in unison. Slesers sank back into his chair and rubbed his eyes. It would be a long day.

* * *

Later, the Synod moved to other topics - mostly uncontroversial. However, there was one last subject that Slesers feared would reveal deep divisions among the bishops.

“In sum,” Bishop Talbot said, speaking from the pulpit as part of an official presentation to his brother bishops, “from the beginning of Scripture - in Genesis 1 and 2 - it is clear that men and women are coequal in carrying the image of God. Throughout the Old Testament, women from Miriam to Huldah to Esther exercised leadership over men. Paul affirms the equality of men and women in the New Testament, and despite some attempts to turn his words to the contrary, addresses women leaders in his epistles. Finally, Christ’s ministry, rather than excluding women as some would have us believe, included women as an essential part of his ministry and counted them among His disciples. Scripture itself, therefore, supports the ordination of women.”

Talbot closed his notebook and quietly returned to his seat. Slesers leaned forward, bracing for the torrent of opposition.

“I remain unconvinced,” Olusman said. Slesers gripped the arms of his chair. “However, I am willing to yield to the collective wisdom of the Synod, as directed by the Holy Spirit.”

Osewega nodded and remained seated. Graham Spelve rose briefly and said, “I am in agreement with my Brother, the Secretary of the Ajuban Synod.” He returned to his seat and Slesers eyes widened as no one else rushed to speak.

[Snefaldia]

Old Directory Hall, Court of Honor, Sargedain, Snefaldia

Snefaldia's center of government in Sargedain had seen a lot of repurposing over the years; the original Court of Honor and Ministry Circle had been built in 1905 in the early days of the Republic in the grand neoclassical style by adherents of the City Beautiful movement, who believed that the ideals of the Republic were both represented by the classical style and would serve to provide a moral, civilizing influence on society. The rectangular Court of Honor, centered on a shimmering pool and surrounded by the buildings of government, was designed to be the symbolic center of the new Snefaldia, and a statue of Ta'us, the protector-god and defender of the common people, represented its defense.

The Old Directory hall was part of what had been until recently the Parliament building; originally a separate building housing the meetings of the 12-member executive Directory, it's role was superseded by the creation of the Lord Chancellor in 1915 and the construction of the Chancellery building on the opposite side of the Court of Honor. A huge domed structure, the central chamber was circular, with concentric tiered rings of seats rising up to the rafters and looking down upon the two round, concentric veined marble tables originally used by the Directors and their staffs during executive meetings. After the end of the Directory in the 1930s, it became a meeting chamber for special debates and committee meetings of the upper Senate leadership, and it was joined by new construction to the Senate next door, providing new offices and ease of access. In the 1960s, after the end of the Republic, it was the meeting chamber for the Inner Council of the Tuhran Bel, the senior theocrats who controlled the state, and after democracy in 2006 it became the Chamber of Regents, the upper house of the Parliament.

Now, it had returned to the function of grand meeting hall and committee chamber, used for special non-plenary sessions of the Bėl, official meetings of the Supreme Council, and important diplomatic functions. The central tables were bifurcated, owing to the division of the Directory in the Left and Right, and the tiered gallery seats could either be used by voting legislators, civilian viewers, foreign dignitaries and staff, or any mixture of the three.

The Excalbian representatives had arrived at Sargedain International Airport the day before, greeted by their counterparts for the visit on the tarmac and then taken to the Court of Honor for a meeting with the Lord Chancellor and key members of the Supreme Council. The evening held an official dinner befitting the diplomatic level of the visitors, and on the schedule for the next day were the opening of preliminary discussions for the topics on the agenda, namely trade, military officer exchange, and cultural issues. The Snefaldian Minister of State, Šygmë Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè, was joined by fellow Ministers Primua Arnuwandi from Culture, and Magazyk Hurriya from Commerce. Lord Admiral Ta'us Rata'a, in his role at Vice-Chairman of the Central Military Commission, and General Udÿn Tudhaliyatti, head of the General Staff Department, represented the armed forces.

Several representatives from the bureaus, commissions, and offices under the auspices of the Supreme Council were also in attendance, as well as Huwalziya Kanissuwar, the Second Minister of Foreign Affairs, standing in for his superior, who was detained elsewhere.

The Minister of State opened the meeting with a brief prayer, and then greeted his guests. "I am very pleased to have our honored Excalbian guests here today, and look forward to productive discussions to bring about mutually beneficial relations between our two nations. According to the agenda, as previously agreed, we will start with the issue of military exchanges. Since it is an area that was previously proposed by the Excalbian side, I should like to request our guests begin."

[Excalbia]

Old Directory Hall, Court of Honor, Sargedain, Snefaldia

“Thank you for your warm welcome, Your Excellency,” Lady Christina Freedman said with a nod of her head towards Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè. The Excalbian Minister of State, as usual, was dressed in an impeccably fashionable business suit with a skirt that fell just slightly above the knee. “We are looking forward to our discussions and to forging a closer relationship with the government and people of Snefaldia.”

She turned to the broad shouldered white unformed and bemedaled gentleman beside her. “I will ask my colleague, Lord Admiral Turlais, to lead the discussion of the proposed military exchanges.”

The Chief of the Imperial General Staff, who doubled as the the Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, nodded to the Minister of State. “Lady Christina, thank you,” the Lord Admiral said as he straightened his white uniform jacket. He turned towards the Snefaldians and nodded again. “Minister Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè, I appreciate the opportunity to present our proposal to you and your fellow ministers and commissioners. In the past, we have found military exchanges, particularly officer exchanges, to be an invaluable tool in building relationships with friendly nations, building confidence and laying the foundations for collaboration and interoperability.”

“In this instance,” Turlais continued, “we propose starting with three seperate exchanges. In the first element, we would like to open student slots reserved for foreign students at the Imperial Naval Academy and the Imperial Military Academy to Snefaldian officer candidates. Graduates of these institutions receive bachelors of arts or sciences degrees and are typically commissioned as ensigns or second lieutenants in the Excalbian services - or their home services in the case of foreign students.”

“Our second exchange proposal would be to invite Snefaldian officers at the appropriate grade to attend either one of our military staff colleges or to attend the Imperial Naval War College or the Imperial Military Post-Graduate School. Officers attending the staff colleges are typically at the lieutenant commander or major ranks. Those attending the War College or Post-Graduate School are those at the flag rank threshold - captains and colonels or newly promoted commodores and brigadier generals. These officers typically receive a masters degree in defence policy, strategic policy planning, intelligence management or public policy management.”

Turlais paused for a moment, then continued. “Finally, we would like to propose an exchange of officers in an operational environment. In the past, these exchanges have proven mutually beneficial. Usually, officers on such exchanges are assigned to headquarters elements corresponding to their home service branch and speciality.”

“Naturally,” the Lord Admiral said, coming to conclusion, “we would be happy to make adjustments in these proposals to fit Snefaldian needs and priorities.”

[Excalbia]

The Imperial Chancery, Offices of the Chancellor
Sometime Before Lady Christina's Visit to Snefaldia

“Thank you, all,” Lady Ashley Gordon Robb said as she rose from her seat signalling the end of the meeting. The members of the Cabinet stood and began filing out. As they did, the Chancellor turned to the Minister of State to her right. “Lady Christina, would you mind staying behind for a moment?”

“Certainly,” the Minister said with a slight nod.

Once everyone was gone and the doors were closed, Lady Ashley returned to her seat at the head of the table and Lady Christina returned to hers.

“So, it is definite that you will not be running for re-election?” The Chancellor asked, leaning forward slightly.

“Very definite,” Lady Christina said. “Niles is anxious to return to his career - it’s hard to get roles when your wife is a minister of government - and I’m anxious to travel with him.”

The Chancellor nodded. “You know that I stood for my husband’s seat after he was killed just to ensure his legacy. I never imagined that I’d last more than one term, much less end up in the Cabinet or the Chancellor’s seat.”

“You came in at a time of generational change and were swept to the front. You’ve handled it well, Lady Ashley,” Lady Christina said.

“Please, just call me Ashley. We’ve known each other too long…”

“Yet never quite friends,” Lady Christina said with a wry smile. “But do call me Christina.”

“No, I guess not.” The Chancellor looked down at the table. “You know we’ve accomplished a lot more of the old Liberal agenda than I ever imagined.”

“You have, Ashley,” Lady Christina said. “And you’ve done it without alienating us former Progressive Conservatives. Or losing the Emperor’s favour. No small accomplishment. However, the Emperor’s decree on recognizing foreign same sex marriages goes a bit further that I thought he would be comfortable with.”

“It did,” Lady Ashley nodded, “it did. He was not fully in support of all the details, but he accepted it on the basis that the Senate would endorse it, if it were challenged.”

Lady Christina frowned slightly. “How could you guarantee that? The Christian Union will certainly not vote in favour. Nor the Conservatives…”

“Yes, but there are enough social libertarians in the Freedom Party to carry it through.”

“I see.” Lady Christina gave a slight smile. “Another achievement. You will be remembered as quite a consequential chancellor, Ashley.”

“Second to you, Christina,” the Chancellor said sincerely.

“Thank you. I, too, came in at a time of momentous change. So, what’s next?”

“I think, Christina, that I will join you in retirement.”

The Minister arched an eyebrow. “Really? Why?”

“I never meant to be here this long. My children are nearly grown. I’m a single parent and I need to get back to my family. And, frankly, it’s time for a new generation.” The Chancellor stood and walked over to a window. Lady Christina rose and followed. “I understand that Lord Solomon is on the outs with the younger leaders in the New Liberals and is also giving up his seat. I frankly shudder at who will take over, unless good old Dr. Anders is able to prevail.”

“Unfortunately,” Lady Christina began, “he’s too nice and decent a fellow to claw his way to the top.”

The Chancellor turned and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, and what does that say about us?”

Lady Christina laughed. “I never claimed to be nice or decent. Only effective and committed to the public good. Like you, Ashley.”

The Chancellor chuckled. “I suppose. But how does that explain dear old Sir Sterling? He was the most decent fellow I’ve met in this business.”

“An anomaly. Literally everyone else was taken out of the play and the Emperor made him accept the appointment as Chancellor.” Lady Christina crossed her arms across her chest. “So, if you step down, who takes the leadership of the New National Union?”

“Well,” the Chancellor began, turning away from the window, “Lady Gwyneth Hapsgaard certainly has the seniority and will almost certainly become leader of the party.”

Lady Christina nodded. “But if it is time for a new generation, as you suggest, she won’t be the right choice to be our candidate for the chancellorship. She’d be moving in the opposite direction, generationally. The same with Baron Alvis.”

The Chancellor gave her own nod. “True. If we want youth and at least some experience, that leaves us with Baron Dainis, Alexandra Baker or Jon Lundgren.”

The Minister of State rubbed her chin. “I always thought that Jon would make a good Chancellor. He’s very dispassionate and reasonable. However, he’s been too far on the outside of the deal-making at Science and Technology. He needs a more politically charged portfolio first.” Lady Ashley nodded and Lady Christina continued. “Baron Dainis is the oldest of the three and the… softest. Not the best pick. Yet, if I may be frank, Ashley,” the Chancellor nodded, “Ms. Baker concerns me. She’s remained, pardon me for saying so, too much of a closet Liberal. She’s never really embraced the NNU’s radical middle approach. I fear that her own ideological leanings, combined with her ambition, could break the party apart and, if she were Chancellor, cost her the Emperor’s confidence. A Chancellor can survive without a clear majority in the Senate, but not without the Emperor’s trust.”

“I’ve always liked, Alexandra,” the Chancellor began, “but I’m afraid I have to agree with your reasoning, Christina.”

The Minister nodded. “So, then, we’ll put to the party that Lady Gwyneth steps into the party leader role, but that we designate Baron Dainis as our candidate for the chancellorship?”

“Yes,” Lady Ashley agreed. “And we recommend Jon for a bigger portfolio. Maybe Defence? Technology plays such a role there now…”

“Or Home Affairs or Treasury, if we need to give away Defence to a coalition partner. And what of Ms. Baker? She won’t be content to stay where she is…”

[Snefaldia]

Old Directory Hall, Court of Honor, Sargedain, Snefaldia

Admiral Ta'us conferred with General Tudhaliyatti briefly, and there was a flurry of paper transferred between the two tables before the General turned to his microphone. As he spoke, the translators did their work.

"In the initial, our side would like to clarify some key points relating to the educational proposal; first, how many spaces for Snefaldian cadets is the Excalbian side suggesting be made available in the Imperial Naval Academy and Imperial Military Academy, and are there already spaces offered to other international students, such as within the region or outside of it? Second, we would also like clarification on the expectation for the number of Snefaldian officers of rank for the War College or post-graduate programs? Finally, we would like to understand the scope of expected operational military exchange from the outset; that is, does the Excalbian side have any red-lines for service exchange or off-limits services that would not be expected to be covered?"

[Excalbia]

Old Directory Hall, Court of Honor, Sargedain, Snefaldia

Admiral Ta'us conferred with General Tudhaliyatti briefly, and there was a flurry of paper transferred between the two tables before the General turned to his microphone. As he spoke, the translators did their work.

"In the initial, our side would like to clarify some key points relating to the educational proposal; first, how many spaces for Snefaldian cadets is the Excalbian side suggesting be made available in the Imperial Naval Academy and Imperial Military Academy, and are there already spaces offered to other international students, such as within the region or outside of it? Second, we would also like clarification on the expectation for the number of Snefaldian officers of rank for the War College or post-graduate programs? Finally, we would like to understand the scope of expected operational military exchange from the outset; that is, does the Excalbian side have any red-lines for service exchange or off-limits services that would not be expected to be covered?"

Old Directory Hall, Court of Honor, Sargedain, Snefaldia

“General,” Lord Admiral Turlais began, flipping through the notepad in front of him, “under current admissions policies both the Naval Academy and the Military Academy reserve thirty slots for international students in each class. Of those, twenty-five are reserved for applicants from the Western Atlantic. We would propose reserving a minimum of three slots for Snefaldian candidates. Additional slots may be open, if other reserved slots are not taken.” Turlais turned to another page. “As for the staff colleges - there four separate institutions - we reserve twenty slots in each class at each school for international students, of which fifteen are reserved for the Western Atlantic. So, we would propose reserving a minimum two slots at each school - or eight overall - for Snefaldian students. The numbers would be similar for War College and Post-Graduate School: two reserved slots in each class at each institution.”

Turlais traded glances with Lady Christina. “In regard to the officer exchanges, we have usually placed exchange officers in adjunct positions in field commands, staff officer positions in HQ elements or in training commands. We have also accommodated engineers and medical officers. As for ‘red-lines,’ obviously exchanges of intelligence officers would be… problematic, and some of our naval and air force design bureaus working on our most sensitive technologies are closed. Even to most of our own officers.”

[Snefaldia]

Old Directory Hall, Sargedain

There were some translations, more buzzing between the two tables, and a few nods. Tudhaliyatti returned to his microphone.

"This is acceptable; our side would prefer to have an additional slot each for a total of twelve slots, but an initial total of eight is acceptable at this stage. Regarding officer exchanges, we would like to provide exchanges in each of the categories mentioned, except of course for the red-line areas. The Lord Admiral has an additional suggestion for this area, however."

The Minister of State interjected, in English, with a smile. "Naturally we know that there are military areas that are not open for discussion, but it's all the better to have it out in the open for the purposes of negotiation."

Admiral Ta'us then spoke. "As for the Snefaldian side, in exchange for the educational spaces open in Excalbia for our officer cadets, we are proposing the following; two spaces each in the Central Military Academy, the National Naval Academy, and the Air Force College for officer candidates. We would also open three spaces at the Central Armed Forces School for serving Excalbian officers for graduate and post-graduate studies, as well as qualified candidates completing dual undergraduate degrees where applicable."

"We would also like to make available an additional five spaces for high-school aged students in Excalbia to attend the Tåsøll Military School or the Aštabi Naval School as part of the Young Cadets program; pending further discussion these students would be guaranteed places upon graduation in good standing at either a Snefaldian or Excalbian undergraduate military program."

[Excalbia]

Old Directory Hall, Sargedain

There were some translations, more buzzing between the two tables, and a few nods. Tudhaliyatti returned to his microphone.

"This is acceptable; our side would prefer to have an additional slot each for a total of twelve slots, but an initial total of eight is acceptable at this stage. Regarding officer exchanges, we would like to provide exchanges in each of the categories mentioned, except of course for the red-line areas. The Lord Admiral has an additional suggestion for this area, however."

The Minister of State interjected, in English, with a smile. "Naturally we know that there are military areas that are not open for discussion, but it's all the better to have it out in the open for the purposes of negotiation."

Admiral Ta'us then spoke. "As for the Snefaldian side, in exchange for the educational spaces open in Excalbia for our officer cadets, we are proposing the following; two spaces each in the Central Military Academy, the National Naval Academy, and the Air Force College for officer candidates. We would also open three spaces at the Central Armed Forces School for serving Excalbian officers for graduate and post-graduate studies, as well as qualified candidates completing dual undergraduate degrees where applicable."

"We would also like to make available an additional five spaces for high-school aged students in Excalbia to attend the Tåsøll Military School or the Aštabi Naval School as part of the Young Cadets program; pending further discussion these students would be guaranteed places upon graduation in good standing at either a Snefaldian or Excalbian undergraduate military program."

Lord Admiral Turlais nodded as General Tudhaliyatti and then the Minister of State spoke. “We appreciate the slots offered for our officers and officer candidates at your academies and the Central Armed Forces School and accept your proposal.” He turned to Lady Christina, who then turned on her own microphone.

“Thank you, Your Excellency,” the Excalbian Minister of State began, “we welcome the opportunity to extend the exchange program to high school students. Although we have no official, State-sponsored high school military academies, I am sure that we can work out the details with the Imperial Council of Secondary Education to identify Excalbian students for your schools and suitable private military academies in the Holy Empire that could accept Snefaldian high school students interested in a military career.”

The Minister paused for a moment to confer with the woman beside her, Michelle Hilton, the Director-General for Public and Educational Affairs, then continued. “Perhaps the high school-level military school exchanges could be folded into a broader educational exchange program. We have a number of licensed agencies that arrange high school exchanges and we would be pleased to welcome Snefaldian students into Excalbian schools.”

[Snefaldia]

Culture Minister Arnuwandi took the opportunity to speak. "The Ministry of Culture in conjunction with the Bureau of Education maintains the "Snefaldia Global Pathways" program, which organizes educational exchanges and study-abroad programs at every level of the Snefaldian education system; we have no objection to closer cooperation with the Excalbian side in order to provide for deepened cooperation with regard to Excalbian students, as well as more formalized opportunities for Snefaldians to study in the Excalbian Isles. We would even be open to a partnership with relevant Excalbian authorities to formalize a pipeline, if you will for targeted study tracks, such as STEM, business, and communications fields in higher education."

[Excalbia]

Culture Minister Arnuwandi took the opportunity to speak. "The Ministry of Culture in conjunction with the Bureau of Education maintains the "Snefaldia Global Pathways" program, which organizes educational exchanges and study-abroad programs at every level of the Snefaldian education system; we have no objection to closer cooperation with the Excalbian side in order to provide for deepened cooperation with regard to Excalbian students, as well as more formalized opportunities for Snefaldians to study in the Excalbian Isles. We would even be open to a partnership with relevant Excalbian authorities to formalize a pipeline, if you will for targeted study tracks, such as STEM, business, and communications fields in higher education."

Director-General Hilton and Lady Christina conferred for a moment, then Hilton spoke into the microphone. “That is an excellent suggestion, Minister Arnuwandi. We would be pleased to partner with your Global Pathways program. We have our own Study Excalbia program. The two programs would make natural partners with each other.”

[Snefaldia]

The Minister of State brushed the corners of his small, neatly-trimmed mustache as a flurry of documents and drafts were placed in front of him. "I believe that from these discussions were can prepare a Memorandum of Understanding on military and educational exchange between Excalbia and Snefaldia, although I would suggest that any additional educational exchanges of a regular nature at the primary, secondary, tertiary, and graduate or post-graduate levels be the subject of, and I quote, "be the product of continuing negotiation, planning, and agreement by the two parties."

Šygmë Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè was not particularly physically impressive; he was a mid-sized man with thinning sandy hair now turning grey, with a neatly trimmed military mustache. His elder brother, the Lord Chancellor Markës, was the larger and more memorable of the two, but he lacked the neat military bearing of the Field Marshal-turned-Minister of State. Šygmë made every effort to look the part of a dedicated civil servant and politicians; he never appeared in uniform save on Armed Forces Day despite still having an acting commission and a seat on the Central Military Council. Today he was wearing a simple navy blue suit, ice-blue shirt, and a brocade blue tie. The one affectation he allowed himself was a lapel pin, one that had previously worn by members of the General Staff/High Command before it was reorganized into the CMC. When he spoke, he spoke with deliberately and with some force, but with a softness to his voice that might have been mistaken for anxiety in another man.

It was a change from his periods of active service, when he had cultivated an image of a forceful and self-assured military commander, hard-driving and hard-edged in both bearing and voice. Today, he was in top form as statesman, however.

He went on. "If there are no objections on the Excalbian side we would like to move to the next item on the agenda, namely issues of trade and economy. The Ministry of Commerce has identified several areas for engagement that could represent win-win gains for both sides, but we should like to hear statements of principle from the Excalbian side on the question of economic engagement in the principal. That is to say, in broad terms, what would your government expect in an economic partner and any trade deals? While our two nations already have some measure of economic linkage we feel that there are definite opportunities to deepen that relationship, but it is important to understand the bottom line of both parties before continuing."

[Excalbia]

The Minister of State brushed the corners of his small, neatly-trimmed mustache as a flurry of documents and drafts were placed in front of him. "I believe that from these discussions were can prepare a Memorandum of Understanding on military and educational exchange between Excalbia and Snefaldia, although I would suggest that any additional educational exchanges of a regular nature at the primary, secondary, tertiary, and graduate or post-graduate levels be the subject of, and I quote, "be the product of continuing negotiation, planning, and agreement by the two parties."

Šygmë Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè was not particularly physically impressive; he was a mid-sized man with thinning sandy hair now turning grey, with a neatly trimmed military mustache. His elder brother, the Lord Chancellor Markës, was the larger and more memorable of the two, but he lacked the neat military bearing of the Field Marshal-turned-Minister of State. Šygmë made every effort to look the part of a dedicated civil servant and politicians; he never appeared in uniform save on Armed Forces Day despite still having an acting commission and a seat on the Central Military Council. Today he was wearing a simple navy blue suit, ice-blue shirt, and a brocade blue tie. The one affectation he allowed himself was a lapel pin, one that had previously worn by members of the General Staff/High Command before it was reorganized into the CMC. When he spoke, he spoke with deliberately and with some force, but with a softness to his voice that might have been mistaken for anxiety in another man.

It was a change from his periods of active service, when he had cultivated an image of a forceful and self-assured military commander, hard-driving and hard-edged in both bearing and voice. Today, he was in top form as statesman, however.

He went on. "If there are no objections on the Excalbian side we would like to move to the next item on the agenda, namely issues of trade and economy. The Ministry of Commerce has identified several areas for engagement that could represent win-win gains for both sides, but we should like to hear statements of principle from the Excalbian side on the question of economic engagement in the principal. That is to say, in broad terms, what would your government expect in an economic partner and any trade deals? While our two nations already have some measure of economic linkage we feel that there are definite opportunities to deepen that relationship, but it is important to understand the bottom line of both parties before continuing."

Thank you, Your Excellency,” Lady Christina said, leaning slightly towards her microphone. “We are happy to move on to discussion of trade.” The Minister of State turned briefly towards Alexandra Baker, the Minister of Commerce and Trade, and looked back across the table towards the Snefaldian Minister of State. “I’ll ask my colleague, Ms. Baker to take the lead on trade issues.” She flashed another of her high-wattage smiles and leaned slowly back into her chair.

Alexandra Baker was about five years younger than the Minister of State, yet was probably showing her age just a bit more than her senior colleague. She was dressed in a tailored heather suit of a slightly more conservative cut than Lady Christina’s. She leaned forward and turned on her microphone. “Thank you, Lady Christina. Your Excellency,” she began, “in general, Excalbia has always supported economic engagement and free trade. We are signatories of the Reichsburg Free Trade Agreement and have concluded trade agreements with several nations of the Western Atlantic.

“Although our impulses are towards free trade, we recognize that many nations have legitimate interests in the realm of health and welfare and national security that may occasionally preclude completely unrestricted trade. For example, we restrict so-called recreational drugs, which are freely traded by some nations, but which are banned in Excalbia.

“All that is to say,” Baker continued, after a brief, sharp look from Lady Christina, “that free trade is our maximal goal, if your will; however, we are more than willing to begin with a lowering of tariffs on a sector-by-sector basis. Our strongest interests are, of course, in the information technology and other high tech sectors.” She flipped through some notes in front of her. “We would also be interested in an agreement to secure protections for foreign investment.”

[Upper Virginia]

The Palisades Private Estates, North of Courtland

Although Marcus Poole’s official residence as Prime Minister was spacious home in downtown Courtland, he preferred the privacy of his own personal estate in the northern suburbs, and retired there almost every weekend and holiday. This day, however, work had followed him to his private retreat.

“Damned liberals,” Brion Zigules spat, “falling for the ******* communists’ lies.” The Minister of Home Affairs tossed the latest poll results on the coffee table and began to pace around the spacious den. “So much for the Harrelson’s so-called pledge to never associate with former guerrillas! Who does he think runs the Democratic Union!”

“His so-called pledge was made half a decade ago, Brion,” Dr. Ava Rudeles said calmly from her comfortable chair. As she wiped her glasses, she added, “And it’s politics. Of course the UVLP wouldn’t touch the Democratic Union while the violence of so-called Free Virginia Liberation Army was fresh in everyone’s mind. But the fighting ended more than a decade ago. Most people think of Uldis Marko as a grandfatherly statesman. Governor of Harrington District and President Harrison’s peace partner.” The Minister of Science, Technology and Development shook her head. “If anything is to blame, it’s time. Time and the forgetfulness of the public.”

“What I can’t believe,” Prime Minister Poole said rising, a glass of Scotch in his hand, “is that President Holmes is just sitting back and letting this happen.”

“What do you expect him to do, Marcus,” Frank Turley, Poole’s mentor and current Treasurer of the Dominion, began with a frown, “declare martial law because the Left Alliance is ahead in the polls? We fought too hard to overthrow the Altman dictatorship to grasp for that kind of easy solution.”

“No,” Poole said, taking a sip of his Scotch, “no one wants martial law. We’ve all had enough of that.” The Prime Minister shook his head. “But he could speak out. Use his public platform…”

“For partisan politics?” Turley shook his head. “We amended the constitution to create the dual executive so that the President could be above politics. And by putting the military and foreign affairs under the President, we tried to guarantee that no matter who won the prime ministership, stability would be maintained.”

Poole sank back into his seat.

“It almost sounds like you’re resigned to seeing the communists win, Frank,” Elizabeth Pilmana, the Minister of Commerce said from behind Turley’s chair, where she had joined Zigules in pacing.

“I suppose I am, Elizabeth.” He held up a hand as Zigules approached, red in the face. “Now, now, Brion. We all knew that someday someone we didn’t like was going to win an election. Whether it would be the nationalists or the socialists, we didn’t know. But we knew one of them would win. And we knew that it would stress the system when they did.” Turley gave a wry smile. “At least by splitting executive power, we hoped that the system and democracy would survive.” His expression turned serious. “As long as we know that there will be another election, we can endure even a few years of the Democratic Union. The people will get a taste of what they offer and, hopefully, will have the wisdom to vote them out after finding that taste bitter.”

Ministry of Defence, Courtland

“I can’t believe we’re going to sit here and let a bunch of communists take over the Dominion,” Major General Trevor Ginter said angrily.

“It’s only a poll, Trevor,” Major General Clint Tilmann said with a shrug. “Maybe it’ll turn around.”

“But what if it doesn’t, Clint? What if it doesn’t?”

Before either general could say more there was a cough at the door to the secure conference room. Both men turned towards the sound, then immediate stood and came to attention as the Commander of the Armed Forces and Minister of Defence entered the room.

General Mildred Petersen’s face was lined with wrinkles but her hair was still flame red and her eyes an intense and lively blue. “Don’t let me interrupt, gentlemen,” the Minister of Defence said as she stalked around the table, medals flashing on the background of her skyblue Air Force uniform. “I believe you were plotting a coup.”

“No, ma’am,” Tilmann said with a shake of his head.

“Just politics, General,” Ginter added.

“That kind of political talk is expressly forbidden,” Petersen said firmly. “If any other officers had been here to hear that, I’d have no choice to bring charges against both of you for undermining civilian authority.”

The Minister eased herself into her chair and the two other generals returned to their seats. “Do either of you understand how hard I’ve worked, and how hard President Holmes worked when he held my job to rehabilitate the image of the armed forces after nearly a century of military dictatorship?” She shook her head, anger barely contained. “Talk like that leads straight back to dictatorship. And rule by terror. Is that what you two really want?”

“No, ma’am,” Ginter said, hanging his head.

“If I ever hear another word from any officer about intervening in the elections, I will personally toss that officer in the stockade, and toss the key down the deepest hole I can find. Is that perfectly clear, generals?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ginter and Tilmann replied.

[Snefaldia]

Thank you, Your Excellency,” Lady Christina said, leaning slightly towards her microphone. “We are happy to move on to discussion of trade.” The Minister of State turned briefly towards Alexandra Baker, the Minister of Commerce and Trade, and looked back across the table towards the Snefaldian Minister of State. “I’ll ask my colleague, Ms. Baker to take the lead on trade issues.” She flashed another of her high-wattage smiles and leaned slowly back into her chair.

Alexandra Baker was about five years younger than the Minister of State, yet was probably showing her age just a bit more than her senior colleague. She was dressed in a tailored heather suit of a slightly more conservative cut than Lady Christina’s. She leaned forward and turned on her microphone. “Thank you, Lady Christina. Your Excellency,” she began, “in general, Excalbia has always supported economic engagement and free trade. We are signatories of the Reichsburg Free Trade Agreement and have concluded trade agreements with several nations of the Western Atlantic.

“Although our impulses are towards free trade, we recognize that many nations have legitimate interests in the realm of health and welfare and national security that may occasionally preclude completely unrestricted trade. For example, we restrict so-called recreational drugs, which are freely traded by some nations, but which are banned in Excalbia.

“All that is to say,” Baker continued, after a brief, sharp look from Lady Christina, “that free trade is our maximal goal, if your will; however, we are more than willing to begin with a lowering of tariffs on a sector-by-sector basis. Our strongest interests are, of course, in the information technology and other high tech sectors.” She flipped through some notes in front of her. “We would also be interested in an agreement to secure protections for foreign investment.”

"The States-Federation broadly concurs with the impetus toward free trade and customs union; although we are not a part of the customs union we do peg the Snefaldian Ducat to the Atlantic Ducat in order to facilitate trade. Snefaldia's broadest strengths lie in industrial production and agriculture; in terms of area, we believe Snefaldia to be the largest agricultural producer in the Western Atlantic." Commerce Minister Hurriya said. "Additionally, while our information technology and high-tech sectors are sizeable, I believe there are very good opportunities for a managed step-down in tariffs over a period of years in order to protect domestic industries. I think we can put a pin in that."

"Snefaldia does have an interest in expanding foreign investment;" he went on, "but perhaps your side can clarify what is expected by "protections for foreign investment?"

[Excalbia]

"The States-Federation broadly concurs with the impetus toward free trade and customs union; although we are not a part of the customs union we do peg the Snefaldian Ducat to the Atlantic Ducat in order to facilitate trade. Snefaldia's broadest strengths lie in industrial production and agriculture; in terms of area, we believe Snefaldia to be the largest agricultural producer in the Western Atlantic." Commerce Minister Hurriya said. "Additionally, while our information technology and high-tech sectors are sizeable, I believe there are very good opportunities for a managed step-down in tariffs over a period of years in order to protect domestic industries. I think we can put a pin in that."

"Snefaldia does have an interest in expanding foreign investment;" he went on, "but perhaps your side can clarify what is expected by "protections for foreign investment?"

Baker nodded. “A managed step-down in tariffs would be welcomed. As for agricultural imports, we are quite willing to open our markets to your products.” She turned a page in her notes and glanced down for a moment.

“As for foreign investment,” she continued, “we would like to see an investment agreement that would guarantee the repatriation of profits, protect investors from nationalizations, reduce or eliminate dual taxation and ensure that foreign-owned companies are able to compete on an equal footing with domestically-owned companies.” She looked up and smiled. “That would about cover it, I believe.”

[Snefaldia]

There was a long interlude as the Snefaldian side discussed the topics, before Minister Hurriya returned to speak.

"In principle we have no objection to the start of immediate discussions addressing dual taxation, and address the repatriation of profits. Additionally, we believe that the question of fair competition can be address by requiring any foreign companies operating in Snefaldia to register as a subsidiary under Snefaldian law, and operate in partnership with a Snefaldian company. We are willing to explore other arrangements to prevent, arguendo, foreign firms operating against the interests of the Snefaldian people. However, the question of nationalization is one that cannot be discussed at this time."

"Does the Excalbian side have specific sectors or industries that they particularly wish to see tariffs reduced for?"

[Excalbia]

Baker nodded as she listened. She turned and whispered to Lady Christina, who nodded and whispered back. At last the Minister of Commerce turned back to the table and straightened her suit jacket. “We believe that our companies wishing to invest in Snefaldia would be willing to do so through partnerships with Snefaldian companies.” She smiled at the point of agreement, then let her smile fade to a more serious look. “As for nationalizations, while we don’t wish to push into matters that are,” she paused, looking slightly uncomfortable, “or have been put off the table, but in lieu of protection from nationalizations, could we discuss the notion of compensation, protection of intellectual property and use of neutral arbitration in the possible event of nationalization?”

The Minister grew visibly more comfortable. “As for sectors we would be interested in targeting for tariff reductions, our greatest interests are in high tech fields, advanced industrial control equipment, naval construction and minerals.”

[Snefaldia]

The Minister of State interjected before Hurriya could speak. "We understand that the question of nationalisation is of concern but we must stress that it remains the sovereign prerogative of the Snefaldian state to nationalize any industry or business entity as the law permits. I would like to stress, and have the relevant statutes made available to your side, that the law on nationalisation specifies a system of due process and fair compensation, adjudicated by the court system, on any question of expropriation, whether it is a multinational corporation or a convenience store. We are not, after all, communists," he said with a chuckle, and the other Snefaldians laughed with him to improve the mood.

The Commerce Minister unfurrowed his brow and continued. "With the exception of naval construction, which is subject to certain national security concerns, we have no prima facie objections to tariff reductions in the other areas. With regard to naval construction, we must stress that any interest in entering the military naval market in Snefaldia must be subject to future and separate negotiations; we will entertain at this time only discussions of a reduction in merchant marine and private pleasurecraft tariffs. However, Snefaldia is more than willing to discuss future military production cooperation, but we feel the time is not yet ripe."

"After all," Vinselmo-Rymë interjected again, "One should see how the crops grow one year before planning the next."

[Excalbia]

Lady Christina smiled at Vinselmo-Rymë’s interjection. Exercising her prerogative as the Head of the Delegation, she answered for Baker. “We would be happy to examine the relevant statutes,” she nodded slightly at the Snefaldian Minister of State, “I’m certain that they will be sufficient to reassure our investors. As a goal post for future discussions, however, we would like to return to the question of using neutral arbitration in the unlikely event of any disagreement between an Excalbian investor and the Snefaldian state over these matters. But that can be a topic for another day. At this point, I’m sure that your existing statutes will be allow us to proceed for now.”

The Minister of State turned to Baker and nodded. The Commerce Minister nodded curtly in reply, then turned back to the table. “As for naval construction, we understand and respect your national security concerns about military shipbuilding. I’m sure that our shipbuilders would welcome the opportunity to introduce themselves, if you will, to the Snefaldian market through private and commercial shipbuilding.”

Lady Christina leaned back. “We seem to have to come to a broad understanding on the subject of trade and investment, Your Excellency.”

[Excalbia]

Sweyn Castle

“I just don’t like losing my Chancellor and Minister of State at the same time,” Emperor David IV said as he reached down to pull on his slippers.

“You just don’t like change, David,” Empress Elizabeth said with a smile as she tied the belt of her satin robe.

“That’s not true, Elizabeth,” David said coming to his feet and slipping on his own robe. He walked over to the table in front of the unlit fireplace and picked up a kettle and poured two cups of herbal tea. He picked one up and handed it to his wife.

“Oh, David,” Elizabeth laughed, “of course it is. You’ve fretted over every change in government.”

David frowned slightly. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

Elizabeth took the cup of tea and tilted her head to one side. “David, you’re a wise emperor, a loving husband and a wonderful father and grandfather. But you really don’t like change…”

“Hmmm.” David sipped his tea and sat down. “When I named Lady Christina Chancellor she was a junior member of the party leadership. That was change!”

“That was also twenty years ago, David.” Elizabeth took the seat next to her husband. “And when she lost the election, you worried poor old Lady Jessica would make us communists.” David sipped his tea and looked away. “Then, when dear old Sir Albert first came along, you used to look at him like he had a red nose and clown shoes…”

“He had a reputation,” David protested.

“You called him a bull-in-a-china-shop,” Elizabeth continued, “but by the end of his chancellorship you were drinking brandy with him and letting him smoke those awful Esperi cigars in your study…”

“I couldn’t make the man go outside every time he wanted to smoke,” David said, “we’d never have gotten anything done.”

“You realize,” Elizabeth said between sips of tea, “that until Noel Hoogaboom came for his visit, Sir Albert was the only one you allowed to smoke in the castle? And, then, there was dear sweet Sir Sterling. When he first became your chancellor, you used to say you were afraid that if you raised your voice he’d run away and hide.”

“I never said that,” David protested unconvincingly.

“Oh, and worse,” Elizabeth smiled. “But by the end you were begging him to stay and knighting him.”

“He served admirably.”

“Yes, he did,” Elizabeth agreed. “And then when Lady Ashley came along you worried that she’d go behind your back to ‘implement a damned fool liberal agenda,’ and now you want her to stay, too.”

David set down his tea. “Things in Zamimbia are getting out of control. Leagran is turning into a Protestant Iseus Christi, Saxmerean secession is back on the agenda, Anahuac and Snefaldia are trying to outmaneuver each other at every turn and we’re still waiting to see what Knootoss will do.” David shook his head. “This is not the time for experiments in leadership.”

“Maybe not,” Elizabeth conceded, “but what are you going to do? Lock them in Turaida until they agree to stand for re-election?”

“No, of course not,” David said picking his tea up again.

“Of course not,” Elizabeth smiled. “Besides, whoever you get for chancellor, you’ll make it work out.”

“Hmmm.”

“You’ve done it already, David. You made it work with men and women who are very different from you, and very different from each other.” Elizabeth shrugged. “Each has nudged you one way or another on this policy or that, but you’ve pulled each and every one of them to the middle. Right where you stand and right where the nation’s best interests lay. You’ll do it again.”

David smiled. “I hope so. I just wish we had experience in one position or the other.”

Elizabeth gave her husband a pensive look. “There is no requirement that your ministers hold seats in the Senate. You’ve appointed non-partisan ministers before. Why not bring back someone like Lady Sarah? She’s served as Deputy Minister and Minister of State…”

The Emperor nodded. “That might just be a good idea.”

The Empress smiled and sipped her tea.

[Excalbia]

The Chancery, Citadel Excalbia

Baron Dainis Murniece sat holding his coffee cup and saucer and staring into space. Lady Ashley Gordon-Robb, the Imperial Chancellor, sat across from Murniece trying to suppress a smile as she regarded her Treasury Minister. To the Chancellor’s right the Minister of State, Lady Christina Freedman, was sitting with her fingers steepled in front of her; her expression unreadable.

“Are you sure?” Murniece asked. Like most politicians, he entered the arena to champion a cause he felt worthwhile - economic fairness and consumer protection in his case - but had secretly harboured the thought of what it might be like to ascend to the Empire’s highest elected office. Of course, he had never imagined that the opportunity would actually present itself. Now, that it had, he felt like the dog chasing cars who finally catches one - at a complete loss to know what to do next.

“Yes,” Lady Ashley said with a slight nod. “You are the best candidate for the National Union going forward.” Lady Christina added her own nod of agreement.

“But, Lady Gwyneth and Baron Alvis are both senior…,” the Treasury Minister said as he finally set his cup down to keep it from shaking.

“They are,” Lady Christina agreed, “but this is becoming, by happenstance, a change election. Lady Ashley and I are both stepping aside, as is Lord Solomon on the Liberal side. The rumour is that Ruzhkoskiy sees the writing on the wall and is retiring before his party can fade into oblivion. I’ve also heard that Sir Harrison will not stand for reelection.” The Minister of State smiled. “If all these rumours pan out, Lady Gwyneth will be in line to be the next Lord Speaker. I think she would agree that, at this stage, that would be the better fit for her.” She shrugged slightly. “As for Baron Alvis, he is a generation older than Lady Ashley and I. And on what now constitutes the conservative fringe of our party.” She shook her head. “Ten years ago, yes, he would have been my preferred candidate. But this is not ten years ago.”

Lady Ashley gave a slight stage cough. “And besides that, Dainis, you are almost the perfect embodiment of what the National Union is about. Like me, you came from the old Liberal party, yet in the new environment you are firmly centrist. You care about social programs, but have been a champion of fiscal responsibility. You have kept taxes low without cutting programs. You’re right where our party wants to be.”

“Thank you,” Murniece said slowly. “This is a big decision. It’ll impact everything. My wife…”

“Will likely have to give up her career,” Lady Christina said sympathetically. “It’s one thing to practice law in fields unrelated to business while your husband is the Treasurer. It’s quite another when he is Imperial Chancellor and head of His Imperial Majesty’s Government.”

Murniece nodded. “And my kids… they’re still young…”

“The oldest is 16, right?” Lady Ashley asked.

“Almost 17,” Murniece answered. “The others are 12 and eight.”

Lady Ashley nodded. “My own children went through this. I won’t lie and say it will be easy. But I’ll offer what advice I can.”

Murniece nodded. “Imperial Chancellor…,” he muttered.

“If we win the elections,” Lady Christina added with a smile.

[Excalbia]

Imperial Chancery, Citadel Excalbia

“Thank you,” Lady Ashley said as she closed her folder and rested her hands on the table, “that’ll be all.” The members of the Cabinet stood and began to filter out of the meeting room.

As the room thinned out, Dr. Arturs Anders, the Minister of Defence reached out toward Lady Christina Freedman, the Minister of State, as she rose and prepared to leave. “Lady Christina,” he said softly, then turning to the Imperial Chancellor, Lady Ashley Gordon-Robb, he continued, “Lady Ashley, could I ask you both to wait for a moment?” The Chancellor nodded and the Minister of State returned to her seat.

Once everyone else had left, Lady Ashley turned her head and looked at the Defence Minister. “Is this about Zamimbia?”

“No,” Dr. Anders shook his head, “it’s about the elections.”

“It’s early to be talking about coalitions, Arturs,” Lady Ashley began.

“I’m not talking about coalitions,” Anders began. “Besides I doubt my party will be part of any coalition in the next Senate.” His head drooped. “We seem intent on repeating the mistakes of the past.”

Lady Ashley frowned and looked pained. She and Anders had once both been members of the Liberal Party. However, the party’s fateful decision to ally with Republicans seeking to remove the Emperor after his heart attack had put the party on the path towards dissolution, with part of it merging with the Progressive Conservatives to create the New National Union and the rest forming the New Liberal Party. For her part, Lady Christina, the former Progressive Conservative Chancellor, merely steepled her fingers in front of her while maintaining a neutral expression.

“The party’s leadership is out of ideas,” Anders continued. “The most popular elements of our agenda have been absorbed, pardon me for saying so, by the National Union and the Christian Union. The rest of the platform, LGBTQ rights, secularization, and the such hold enough appeal in Landing and some of the other urban centers to keep us in the Senate, but they are unpopular enough in the rest of the country to assure us minority status.” He shrugged. “So Lielupe and Powell are looking for a…”

“Unicorn,” Lady Christina interjected.

“Exactly,” Anders agreed. “Something new and unexpected. “And they’ve decided that their unicorn is the Baroness of Tervates.”

“Skrastins?” Lady Ashley said with a look of surprise.

Anders nodded. “They think the cry of ‘devolution of power,’ will help them make gains in the highlands and the suburbs. But, it won’t. The urban core of the party will be skeptical of Skrastins. Her base of support, which I think is thinner than they think, will reject most of our agenda. Part of the reason they support greater power for local governments is to counter what they see as a too-liberal Imperial government as it is. This is the real reason Solomon is retiring. The two of us have tried to beat this back,” the Minister shrugged and frowned, “but we’ve lost.”

Lady Christina smiled like the cat about to eat the canary. “So, what are you planning to do, Arturs?”

“I won’t be a party to giving Skrastins a national platform. I intend to shift my party membership to the New National Union.” He gave a wry smile. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course,” Lady Ashley said. “And I know that you know that Lady Christina and I are stepping down, but…”

Anders shook his head. “I don’t expect to jump ships and be offered the Chancellorship. I imagine you’ve already anointed Baron Alvis or Baron Dainis as your successor. I can live with that.”

[Excalbia]

The Campus of the Imperial College at the University of Excalbia

With exams and graduation over, the campus was beginning it summer hibernation. The last of the students were moving out of the dorms and apartments and university staff were beginning to shut down the buildings and facilities that would not be used again until the start of the next semester.

For James, Prince of Excalbia and Baron of Parnu, and Tariq, Lord of Mezciems, it was a bittersweet time. As recent graduates, their university careers were over, but their future careers had yet to begin, leaving them with time on their hands. Since they lived off campus in an apartment of their own, they did not even have to worry about moving out.

The two cousins and friends, both dressed in shorts and t-shirts, found themselves strolling across the familiar grounds of campus with no real agenda.

As they rounded a small ornamental pond, Tariq turned and flashed James a lopsided smile. “So, Jay. Are you going to go see Sunie?”

“We’re working out the timing,” James said with a shrug. “She does have a job to work around.”

Tariq laughed. “Her grandpa is the big boss, Jay. It’s not like a government-owned business is going to fire their country’s leader’s granddaughter for taking a few days off.”

“She’s not like that, TQ,” James protested. “She’d never take advantage of her grandfather’s position.”

Tariq grinned. “You’re sounding a little protective there, Jay.”

James frowned. “TQ, don’t.”

“She must really have her hooks into Jay.”

“Stop.”

Tariq paused and crossed his arms. “You really are sensitive about her, aren’t you?”

James stopped and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Tariq,” he said.

Turning his head to one side, Tariq regarded his cousin with an uncertain expression.

“Are you in love with her, Jay?”

“I… maybe. Yes. I think,” James said after a moment of silence. He shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve barely held hands. But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He looked down and kicked at the rocks on the side of the path. “Every other girl I’ve been with… it always felt temporary. Like I knew it would end.” He turned slightly away from Tariq. “This time, thinking about not seeing her again… it hurts to think about. I can’t imagine not seeing her again.”

“You’re in love,” Tariq announced. He frowned - a rare expression for the usually exuberant young man. “But, how’re you going to make it work? It’s not like she’s some princess just sitting around waiting to get married to a prince. She’s a working woman. A commoner. Not just a foreigner but a citizen of a communist country. What’s she going to do? Give that up and become the Baroness of Parnu? Would her government even let her do that? What’re you going to do? Move there and become an office worker? Living in a two room flat like a good socialist worker?”

“I don’t know, TQ.” James looked down and kept kicking rocks. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I don’t even know if she feels as strongly as I do.” He shrugged. “I think she does, but it’s not like we talked about marriage or anything.”

Tariq shook his head. “That’s why bachelorhood is better. Have fun and don’t worry about the hard stuff.”

James looked up at his cousin with almost a look of sadness. “That’s no way to live TQ. What? Do you want to end an old man living alone?”

Tariq laughed. “An old man living with pretty young female caretaker, you mean!”

“You’re a mess, TQ.”

Tariq laughed again. “That’s why you love me, brother!”

[Excalbia]

Seaside Estate, Outside the City of Landing

Although the summers in Excalbia were short, compared with the long, dark winters, they were filled with sun and bright colors. From the verdant green of the grass to the broad palet of the various flowering trees to the bright almost impossibly blue skies, summers were a treat for the senses. The Midsummer two-day holiday also marked the beginning of vacation season. With the Emperor’s Midsummer Party - the most exclusive social event of the year - passed, the Imperial Family had moved into full-time residence at the Summer Palace. The Senate had adjourned and most senators had returned to their home constituencies. With the Minister of State having returned from her discussion with the Knootians and the Zamimbia Conference yet to convene, even the Imperial Chancellor had decamped to her official retreat along the coast just outside the Empire’s largest city.

The Seaside Estate was a 19th century Georgian manor house built the Reginian businessman Alvis Miller, who became the first - and only - Governor of the Landing Colony and, eventually, the first Imperial Chancellor of the Holy Empire. It was situated amidst the rolling hills overlooking the cold waters of the North Atlantic. While a variety of colonial-era outbuildings - kitchens, workshops and servants’ quarters - spread out from the manor house on either side of the formal garden that lead to the inland entrance, the back porch of the manor overlooked nothing but green lawn and rolling ocean.

Lady Ashley Gordon-Robb, the Imperial Chancellor and current resident of Seaside, along with Alvis Miller’s city estate - Miller House - in the capital, sat in a rocking chair dressed in a flowery print summer dress and open-toed sandals sipping a tall, cold drink. Beside her sat the Minister of State, Lady Christina Freedman, clad in jeans and short-sleeved pink shirt with one shoeless foot tucked under her in the chair.

“I’m glad you and Niles finally accepted my invitation,” Gordon-Robb said, rocking gently. She turned her head to the right where, at the far end of the lawn, she could see her youngest son tossing a gridiron football back-and-forth with the famous actor. “And it’s so nice of Niles to keep Alex busy.”

Freedman laughed. “Are you sure it isn’t Alex keeping Niles busy?” The Chancellor smiled and sipped her drink as Freedman continued. “Niles enjoys it. He won’t admit it, not even to me, but he misses having children of his own.” Freedman sipped her own glass of white wine as a forlorn look flashed across her face.

“You didn’t tell me what you think of the Knootians,” Gordon-Robb said, changing the subject, “personally, I mean.”

The Minister of State took another sip of wine, then set her glass on a small table. “Well, both Vilojen and Staalman are idiots.” She laughed. “But we knew that. I do think, however, most of the Knootian government shares that opinion. Fortunately, there are enough reasonable people actually running the government that I think we can do business with them.”

The Chancellor chuckled. “I sometimes wonder what they say about us in private?”

Freedman raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?”

“Probably best not to know.”

“That’s always been my policy. Better not to know the gossip and just go about your business.”

Gordon-Robb sat her drink on the table beside the Minister’s wine. “Did you know that awful book was coming out about you? I want you to know that I wasn’t one of his sources. And neither was anyone on my staff…”

“I know. And, yes, I knew,” Freedman said, picking up her glass again and taking a drink. “He wrote me and asked for an interview. I turned him down.” She looked over at her fellow politician, who had just recently started to move in her mind from competitor to friend. “I knew that he’d find all the usual stuff. When I was in grade school and good at sports, people called me a tomboy and said I was ‘unladylike’. Then, when I got to high school, developed a figure and starting caring about how I looked, the boys stared and the girls who liked them called me a ‘slut’. When I succeeded in broadcasting, it must have been because I slept my way to the top. And then, when I was named Chancellor,” her eyes narrowed. “I made it a point to make sure the Emperor never heard the rumours. He’s an honourable and noble man, but sometimes too quick-tempered and emotional for anyone’s good. If he’d heard what some of his own officials were saying,” she gave a hint of smile, “he might have brought back summary executions.”

Gordon-Robb nodded sadly. “Unfortunately, there are too many people, even today, who can’t bear a woman succeeding in traditionally male-dominated environments.”

“If a man had done the same things I’ve done, instead of debating every decision and talking about the ‘consequences of life choices’, they’d build him a statue.” The Minister smiled. “Sorry, I know that sounds both self-pitying and braggadocious.”

The Chancellor laughed. “But true. I’m sure your statue will be up in Senate Gallery before long.”

“I can only imagine what it’ll look like,” Freedman sipped her wine, “I just hope they don’t put me in some ultra feminine neo-classical pose dressed in a flimsy robe.”

“I’ll ask Baron Dainis to make sure he chooses a female artist for your statue.” Gordon-Robb laughed again. “So, tell me, do you think Baron Dainis will have the wherewithal to pull off the election?”

“With our help, yes.” Freedman set her glass down again. “How do you think he’ll do as Chancellor?”

“If he can project a strong enough image in the Senate and get along with the Emperor, he’ll do ok.” Gordon-Robb picked up her drink and sipped it. “We’re all having elections it seems. I mean, us, the Confeds and Upper Virginia…”

“Our cycles do line up once in a while,” Freedman agreed. “I can’t believe that after all sturm und drang over Saxmere’s secession a decade ago, the Confeds are practically pushing it out the door…”

“It is a bit odd,” the Chancellor agreed. “My guess is it’s all short-sighted electoral politics. They’ll regret it when Saxmere affiliates with the Empire.”

“Oh,” Freedman raised an eyebrow, “have you heard something I haven’t?”

“No, no. Just my own opinion. The Grand Duke is already practically a part of the Court, placing high in the orders of precedence. Saxmere has not military, no real prospect for building one in short order and no real foreign presence. My guess is that once the reality of independence sits in, and not wanting to beg their way back into the Confederation, they’ll try to negotiate some sort of free association with us.”

“Like Ajuba?”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t know if the Knootians would accept that.” The Minister gave a wry smile. “Daresent set off the Dutch.”

“A motto to live by,” the Chancellor held up her glass for a toast. Freedman picked up her wine and clinked the glass against the Chancellor’s cup.

[Excalbia]

The Summer Palace, Imperial Preserve Island, Citadel Excalbia

The Emperor of the Holy Empire of Excalbia sat on large blanket, his feet bare, wearing a pair of cargo shorts, a polo shirt and baseball cap. Beside him the Empress Elizabeth sat in a summery dress with a baseball cap of her own. Between them sat a picnic lunch, a bottle of wine and two glasses. The green lawns of the Summer Palace stretched out around them with flowering trees to the north and west and the waters of Valmiera River lapping against the rocky shore to the east and south. The Summer Palace itself sat some distance away, a sparking golden yellow in the summer sun.

With Midsummer passed, a peaceful calms had fallen over the capital. Even the Chancellor and Lady Christina, with their families, had gone off for short holiday at the Chancellor’s official retreat on the coast. So, as was their custom, the Imperial Family - or at least most of it - had taken up residence at the Summer Palace. The Emperor and Empress, his sister Princess Christiana and her new bride, Janet Latsone, and a very pregnant Princess Rebecca and her husband, Duke Andrik, all had their own apartments within the Palace. The Aldaris family, which included the Emperor’s cousin, Princess Hope, were staying in one of the large guest houses along with their son, Lord Benjamin, and his fiancee, Countess Helena from Brasland.

The Emperor’s oldest son, Crown Prince Joseph, his wife, Princess Anna, and their daughter, Princess Elizabeth, had come briefly for Midsummer before returning to Langeais. At least the Empress had persuaded Joseph to leave Elizabeth with her grandparents for part of the summer. Prince James, the Emperor’s youngest son, had come with his girlfriend, Suniefreda Hoogaboom from Anahuac, but they both had jobs to and had not stayed long. Princess Christiana’s adopted son, Lord Tariq, was in and out, making use of one of the small guest houses for a day here or there before going off in pursuit of some new adventure. Even Lady Jennifer, the granddaughter of Princess Michele, the Emperor’s aunt, had come for a few days.

On this particular day, however, David and Elizabeth had the island to themselves. Thomas Aldaris had gone to check on his business and Hope, Benjamin and Helena had gone with him. Christiana and Janet were in town for a luncheon. Rebecca and Andrik had taken young Elizabeth to a ball game and Tariq and Jennifer were both away. So, the Emperor had taken his Empress on a picnic.

“So, what do you think of Sunnie Hoogaboom?” Emperor David IV asked idly as he munched on a fresh peach.

“She’s a nice girl,” Empress Elizabeth said as she spread some cheese on a cracker. “Very down to earth.”

“Indeed,” David agreed. “Sensible. I think she’s good for James. Grounds him.”

Elizabeth laughed. “And I think they love each other.”

“Well, I should hope so after that display they put on at Midsummers.”

“No one was supposed to see that, dear.”

The Emperor harrumphed. “It was clearly in my line of sight…”

“From atop a wooden tower with a pair of binoculars.”

“They weren’t binoculars. It was my camera. I was trying to take some picture for the album. That one won’t be going, by the way.”

“Helena seems nice, too,” Elizabeth said after a bite of her bread and cheese.

“The Braslander? Yes, she does,” David replied as he finished his peach and wiped the juice from his face. “Benjamin’s found a good match. Although the antics that went on at the Ernestine party…”

“Do you spy on all the members of the family or just the young ones?” Elizabeth laughed lightly as she spread more cheese on another piece of bread and handed it to her husband.

“I don’t send spies, but with that many notables in one spot, of course our Embassy hears things and reports it. When members of the family are involved, the Ministry sends the cables over to me to read…”

“I’m sure Benjamin behaved himself.”

“Oh, he did. Some of our more distant cousins, not so much.”

Elizabeth laughed. “We’re done raising our children, David, don’t go and start trying to raise Aksel’s children. Or anyone else's.”

David smiled. “I suppose you’re right.” He took a bite. “Say, this is good. Where’d we get it?”

“It’s a Knootian variety.”

“Knootian? What, has Excalbia run out of cheese?” The Emperor looked skeptically as his bread and cheese.

“It’s good to expand your palate once in a while.”

“That’s usually what the chefs tell me right before they try to feed me raw fish or some strange entrails.”

“Dear,” Elizabeth began, “no one who valued their job would ever try to feed you entrails. Strange or not.”

David finished the cheese and shrugged. “Not bad for Knootian cheese.”

“Speaking of Knootoss, how did Lady Christina’s trip go?”

“Well, as far as I’ve been told.” The Emperor brushed crumbs from his shirt. “The Zamimbia Conference should take place soon. Both the Caldans and the Knootians have committed to go. That’ll go a long way to making it work.”

The Empress nodded. “And the Snefaldians will sit down with the Anahuacans?”

“Well, I’m sure they’ll keep the delegations on opposite ends of the room, but, yes, I believe so. Now, if we could only get them to talk to each other about their disputes.” David shrugged. “But that’ll be a task for my next Minister of State.”

“So, you’ve finally accepted that Lady Christina and Lady Ashley are stepping away?”

“They gave me no choice. At least the polls look good for the National Union.” He laughed. “Poor Alex Holmes up in Courtland. Soon he’ll have a communist Prime Minister to deal with.”

“I thought you’d made your peace with the communists in the person of dear Noel.”

“Noel Hoogaboom seems a decent man and, yes, we can get along with his government.” David gave a lopsided smile. “But that doesn’t mean I’d relish the prospect of having a communist head my government.”

“True,” Elizabeth said. She looked over at their picnic basket. “More cheese, dear?”