by Excalbia » Thu Mar 01, 2018 3:19 pm
by Uncle Noel » Fri Mar 02, 2018 3:44 pm
by Excalbia » Mon Mar 05, 2018 11:50 am
by Uncle Noel » Mon Mar 05, 2018 3:02 pm
by Excalbia » Tue Mar 06, 2018 11:38 am
Suniefreda gave a small bow. She has no stripling, at 27, her dusty blonde hair falling neatly past her shoulders. Unlike the others she was not yet of the age of the pantsuit, and therefore wore a matching blouse, jacket and skirt in a neutral blue. “Pleased to meet you,” she said in English, as she was young enough to make this a necessity.
“And this,” said Hoogaboom turning at last to his right, “Is my granddaughter, Suniefreda.” He had hoped the Fiefdom’s own Chief of Protocol had indicated in advance both her attendance and the subtle reason for her inclusion, which was to break up the otherwise solid wall of men, but also as a demonstration that Uncle Noel was not just a Father to the Nation, but an actual parent himself.
At this her grandfather visibly bristled and, straightening slightly, he proceeded to exchange a few polite, translated words with the Minister of State, “A very warm welcome,” he said, “you have our thanks. Is this facility used often?”
by Uncle Noel » Thu Mar 08, 2018 2:51 pm
Excalbia wrote:“I am pleased that you have the warm welcome intended, Your Excellency. We wish you to consider yourself among friends.” As the party walked through the small terminal towards the waiting motorcade continued, “We use this terminal for receiving foreign dignitaries, such as yourself. The Cabinet and Imperial Family also make use of it. Of course, when not in use by His Imperial Majesty’s Government, it is available for rent. Some large private corporations use it from time to time, as do some foreign embassies to receive or send off their ambassador’s.”
by Excalbia » Fri Mar 09, 2018 11:32 am
In the front car Suniefreda realised that her window for asking questions might be quite limited before she was packed off to look at kindergartens or community projects and all the other things that +1's of diplomatic tours get assigned to. "Please Lady Ashley," she began was the journey was underway. Had her grandfather a better grasp of the language he would no doubt have bid her stop, but as he didn't she ploughed on. "I know this might sound like a curious first question having just arrived in your...." she looked out the car window but, with respect to the Excalbians, no one has ever managed to make the area of land around a major international airport look like anything other than the area of land around a major international airport, "beautiful country but recent Excalbian history was not prominent on my curriculum at school," unlike Marxism, which was, "But am I right in thinking that the current Emperor was the brother of the previous Emperor?"
"How far is it," he said in passable English, which had long since become the region's standard for nautical matters, "to the er...." He tried to remember if there was a specific name for the Imperial Palace, "The Svellvyn..." He stopped. Was that the name of the palace where they lived or the palace where they met people? "The place. I mean palace."
by Uncle Noel » Tue Mar 20, 2018 2:55 pm
Excalbia wrote:Lady Ashely smiled and nodded at the question. “Not quite, Suniefreda. Our Emperor, David IV, is the son of his predecessor, David III. The Emperor did have an older brother, Crown Prince Paul, who was expected to succeed their father, but he unfortunately died just before the death of David III and never became Emperor. In many monarchies,” the Chancellor continued, trying not to sound like a school teacher giving a history lesson, “Crown Prince Paul’s son, Prince Peter, would have been next in the line of succession, but such things were a little more fluid in Excalbia at the time. And, although Prince Peter never became Emperor, he did get to marry the Queen of the Caldan Union.”
“Sweyn Castle,” Lady Christina offered with a slight smile, speaking slowly enough to be clearly understood by non-native speaker without being obvious about it. “It is not far. About a 20 minute ride with our police escort.” She turned to face the Admiral. “The Castle was built in the 17th century to replace the Citadel, which goes back 12th century, as the residence of the monarch. Although a much grander palace was built in the lower city in the 19th century, the Emperor prefers to maintain his residence in the Castle.”
As they drove through the suburbs of the capital, warehouses and single family housing developments gave way to apartment and office buildings, mostly newer construction with lots of glass and steel, but some older brick buildings newly renovated in the last half-dozen years.
“After this formal welcome, Admiral, we have several meetings scheduled,” the Minister smiled and spread her hands slightly, “if they meet with your approval. Including meetings with our Defence Minister, Dr. Arturs Anders, and the Chief of the General Staff, Lord Admiral Ricards Turlais.”
by Excalbia » Tue Mar 20, 2018 9:04 pm
“Fluid as you say,” nodded the General Secretary after the obligatory delay for translation, “As it happens the old Tochtepec Empire was much the same. Which always makes me laugh…”
The General Secretarial brow furrowed for a moment.
“I’m sure every country is the same, Lady Ashley, but there are always those who say that not only were the old days better but also that the old ways were somehow more perfect. There are those that say that the old Empire was democratic, because people voted for who would be Emperor. This always amuses me a little because that fails to realise that the only people with a vote were members of the Imperial Family, who were the only candidates. It’s not what I would call an election!” Hoogaboom neglected to point out that even this limited exercise in democracy was more than his country presently enjoyed.
Suniefreda pouted. Succession was never far from the minds of most people in the Fiefdom, and in her reading on the subject she had painted Prince Peter as the victim of a cruel dynastic plot. “Still,” she protested, “I cannot imagine what it would be like to be…” she searched for the appropriate word. She wanted ‘swindled’ but decided against it. “Put to one side in favour of one’s uncle. It sounds like something from Hamlet.” Despite the language difference, Hamlet was the same in any language and her grandfather did not need a mastery in this foreign tongue to guess what was being said. A stern glance followed.
“My apologies Lady Ashley but youthful indiscretion, you know how they get ideas in their head.”
The Admiral grunted. Good, straight to business, he always liked that. He couldn’t abide the civilian tendency to circle a problem needlessly. He looked out the window at the changing cityscape beyond. Not wanting to appear rude he glanced back at his host.
“Please Lady Christina, I wonder if you could tell me something, is the sword real?”
Oostmal realised the moment the words left his mouth that this made no sense. He shuttered a clarification. “What I mean is…..what I meant to say…..many years ago I met a sailor in the Belgian Navy.”
Oostmal fidgeted in his seat. He realised that he had spent far too much of his working life talking to men about other men. He wasn’t used to professional discussions with women, let alone in the back of an official car, let alone with attractive women such as the Minister of State.”
“And what he said was that the crown on the Belgian crest, well it doesn’t exist. The crown I mean. Kings of Belgium aren’t crowned, they just have a sort of swearing in, so they don't need an actual crown so they've never made one. All those crowns on the uniforms and on official matters, it’s just a drawing. I know Excalbians call their ‘crown’” he added the inverted commas using his fingers for extra effect, “the “sword” but I didn’t know whether there is actually a sword. In real life. Or a crown for that matter.”
by Uncle Noel » Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:49 pm
Excalbia wrote:“No need for apologies, Excellency,” Lady Ashely said with a brief smile, “like any nation, I suppose, we get so used to our own stories that we can forget how they might sound to those who are not quite so familiar with them.” She turned back to Suniefreda. “It does sound bit like Hamlet, I suppose, but without the bloodshed or ill intent. At the time, Prince Peter was... an impetuous young man and the Senate and the Church, the electors for the Sword, if you will,” she gave a brief amused glance in the General Secretary’s direction, “felt that the prince was not ready to become emperor and, at the time, we had no real tradition or legal precedence for appointing a regent. So, they selected his uncle to become our Emperor. Fortunately for all of us, the Imperial Family is fairly close knit and relations between the prince and his uncle have remained pleasantly warm.”
As the motorcade approached the Excalbia River, the Chancellor nodded towards the window. “We’re about to cross the river to Citadel Island. While the whole surrounding area is the City of Citadel Excalbia, the Island is the real heart of the city and of our government.” In the distance a high cliff rose on the far shore of the island. Several large buildings, including a church, stood atop the cliff but two - a large castle and very ancient-looking fortress - dominated the skyline. “And there on the cliff,” she said, “is our destination: Sweyn Castle.”
A visible symbol of imperial power, if you will.”
by Excalbia » Sat Mar 24, 2018 1:48 pm
by Uncle Noel » Tue Mar 27, 2018 2:10 pm
Excalbia wrote:“Your Excellency,” the Chancellor began in response to the Chairman’s question, “the oldest building in the capital is the Citadel,” she pointed out the window to the fortress atop the cliffs on the opposite shore of the island, “which was build in the 12th century. Sweyn Castle, next to the Citadel, was built in the 17th century. The City Hall and many of the oldest buildings in the lower city date to the 16th century. The Chancery, next to the Citadel and the Castle, and many of the government buildings, such as the Imperial Senate, most of the churches, and the Imperial State Opera date from the 19th century and were part of Emperor Samuel I’s modernization programme.”
I ran for an empty seat in the Imperial Senate on the Progressive Conservative ticket and won. I was, to my surprise, named to the cabinet. Then, when David IV, our current Emperor, ascended the throne, he decided he wanted some new ideas and fresh perspective, and named me his Chancellor. I’ve bounced in and out of government, and between different ministerial portfolios ever since.”
by Excalbia » Tue Mar 27, 2018 3:08 pm
by Uncle Noel » Wed Mar 28, 2018 2:04 pm
Excalbia wrote: However, to be blunt, I was too young to retire when my party was unseated. I had no stomach for retirement, nor, to be honest, for leaving on anyone’s terms than my own.”
Lady Ashley, Lady Christina and the other Excalbians present bowed deeply. “Your Excellency,” she said, turning slightly towards Hoogaboom, “may I present His Imperial Majesty, David IV.” Looking towards the Emperor, she continued, “You Imperial Majesty, His Excellency, Noel Hoogaboom, Chairman of the Council of State of the Socialist People’s Fiefdom of Anahuac.”
“Mr. Chairman,” the Emperor said with a slight bow. Then, he extended his hand. “Welcome to Excalbia.”
by Excalbia » Sat Mar 31, 2018 12:07 pm
by Uncle Noel » Mon Apr 09, 2018 1:14 pm
an opportunity to visit my nephew and his family
by Excalbia » Tue Apr 10, 2018 1:27 pm
by Uncle Noel » Thu Apr 12, 2018 11:28 am
As the groups separated, Empress Elizabeth began her tour of the Castle complex by leading Suniefreda and the accompanying Anahuacans through the main hall and back outside into the gardens. The garden was beginning to show the very first signs of spring and the Empress took obvious delight in pointing out the different types of flowers and plants that would soon fill the garden with their color and perfume.
The Empress paused at one point and gestured to an island that sat below the cliffs between Citadel Island and the distant left bank of the Valmiera River. “That,” she said with a smile, “is the Imperial Preserve Island.” A large building that appeared to be an orangerie with lots of glass and visible indoor gardens stood among some smaller houses, and a few cultivated fields and barns. “The Summer Palace is there. If it were later in the season, we would be hosting the Chairman’s State Dinner there, rather than at the Imperial Palace.” She turned to Suniefreda. “In a month or so, we’ll be holding the Emperor’s 60th birthday celebration there. You and your uncle should consider attending."
Continuing through the garden, they approached the ancient Citadel of Excalbia. The Citadel was a medieval stone fortress perched on edge of the cliffs overlooking the Valmiera River. ”This Citadel,” the Empress said as they entered the Great Hall, “was built in the 12th century on the site of an earlier 10th century wooden fortress built by the first Balto-Nordic settlers to arrive on the island. In the 13th century, this became the seat of the Baron of Excalbia.” The Empress led the group to a large portrait of a fierce-looking blonde-haired barbarian warlord attired in furs and armor holding a large broadsword, pausing briefly to shoot a stern look at a yawning Prince James. “This,” the Empress continued, “is Alsgood, the Great, the first king of the unified highland kingdom. After his father, the Lord of Valmiera, was murdered as part of an old blood feud, Alsgood decided to put an end to the bloody intercine warfare in the highlands. He made alliances where he could and conquered where he could not. In 1565, he captured this citadel and when he proclaimed himself king, in 1594, he chose to do it here, in this Great Hall and made Citadel Excalbia his capital. It’s been the capital ever since.”
The Empress moved to another large portrait, this one of a young woman in armor, her blonde braids wound tightly around her head and a broadsword in her hands. “This is Queen Hildegaard, the grand-niece of King Alsgood, who came to power after the death of her father in battle. Some of the barons at the time objected to being ruled by ‘a mere girl’,” the Empress said the words with evident sarcasm, “and tried to depose her. She led her army into battle against the rebels and personally slew their leader, the Baron of Turaida, in individual combat. She then turned his castle into a prison for his followers. She eventually married the captain of her army and every ruler since has been one of her direct descendants.”
Prince James, who had positioned himself at Suniefreda’s elbow said in low voice, “And my older sister Rebecca used to tell me that story every time she got mad at me. Then,” he smiled, “she’d chase me around with a stick she used to call Hildegaard’s sword.”
In keeping with naval ettiquette, Turlais neither saluted - the Imperial Navy never saluted indoors - nor offered his hand. Instead, he bowed again to greet the People’s Commissar. “Admiral, welcome. It is a pleasure,” he said.
Lady Christina gestured to the seats around the table. “Should we take our seats and get started?”
The Emperor and Lady Ashley led Chairman Hoogaboom and his interpreter down another corridor to another set of large wooden doors. Two blue uniformed Imperial Guards in plumed helmets stood beside these doors and opened them as the Emperor approached. The room, known as the Map Room, was decorated with a number of rare and historical maps. A table and a large tile fireplace stood at one end of the room. At the other, four leather cushioned chairs were arranged around a small table in front of a large window.
The Emperor loosened the clasp of his blue cape and a steward in a blue Imperial livery seemed to appear from nowhere to take the cape from the Emperor’s shoulders. “Thank you, Andris,” the Emperor said as he also unbuckled the scabbard that held the Sword of Alsgood, allowing the steward to take it as well.
“Would you care for anything to drink, Mr. Chairman?” As the Emperor spoke, another steward appeared and waited to take the quartet’s requests. After Hoogaboom and his interpreter requested whatever they wished, Lady Ashley and the Emperor both requested coffee.
The Emperor gestured to the chairs near the window. “Please, Mr. Chairman, take a seat.” He opened a large wooden humidor that sat on the small table. “I understand that you’re a pipe smoker, Mr. Chairman. While I don’t keep pipe tobacco on hand, I do have these Esperi cigars that I used to keep on hand for one of my former chancellors, if you would like to try one.”
The steward returned just as the Emperor took his seat and served each person their prefered beverage. Taking his coffee, the Emperor nodded to the steward. “Thank you, Erik.”
David IV sipped his coffee, then set it on the table. “I wish you thank you again for meeting with me so soon after your arrival, Mr. Chairman. I felt that our discussions would be too important to squeze them in on the margins of a crowded State Dinner.”
The Emperor crossed his legs picked up his coffee. “I understand from my ambassador that you have some… concerns about our return to the international scene and that they are related to the Triple Entente and our role in the Iesian Debacle.”
by Excalbia » Thu Apr 12, 2018 5:38 pm
“I grew up in a palace on an island too” she said absently. She turned and caught the glance of Teiuc Neuctli, an official from the People’s Commissariat for Foreign Affairs whose expertise on protocol had ensured her a place on the trip, albeit it in the third car. Neuctli held the disappointed look of teacher watching her pupil fail a spelling test because they hadn’t done their homework.
“T-though,” said Suniefreda to the Empress, “I’m sure my palace isn’t as nice as yours. I mean, the Ayotochco is probably a dump in comparison. Ha ha…” she trailed off.
“It looks just like Hogwarts,” said Suniefreda as they entered the main hall. Behind her Neuctli slowly died inside. She looked at the portrait of Alsgood. “Is this the sword?” Unlike Oostmal in his questioning of Lady Christina, Suniefreda knew that the sword was real and was still used as a symbol of Imperial power. “Wow, it’s amazing that it’s not gone rusty.”
It was at this point that another member of the third car stepped forward. Zolph Huszlau was a tall bespectacled man whose lapel sported a pin badge showing the emblem of Intervlug, the airline company of Anahuac. Intervlug’s fleet of aging Soviet aircraft was increasingly falling foul of heightened emission and sound standards in the region which was starting to limit their range. New aircraft were needed, and the Fiefdom was not so proud that it wished to create an entire civilian aviation industry just for the sake of Intervlug. Huszlau’s mission was simply to make enquiries as to whether Excalbia made her own aircraft and, if not, where they sourced these from.
Huszlau also fancied himself, in his spare time, as something of an amateur art historian. “Your Imperial Majesty,” having not spoken since arriving at the Castle he gave a deep bow before proceeding, “Are these contemporary portraits or later artistic interpretations?”
Suniefreda smiled. He seemed nice. The younger Hoogaboom had got the impression that this was a tour that the Empress had given many times before. She just needed an umbrella or something similar to hold up so that the members of her tour group could see her as they crossed a busy plaza or a bustling historic monument.
“My brother told me that the old dukes who built the Ayotochco had hidden their treasure somewhere in the palace before the Emperor came to arrest them. He used to send me off through all the nooks and crannies. He thought it was great fun until I fell through some old floorboards and broke my leg. Mother decided that the treasure hunt should stop and my brother admitted that he made the whole thing up. I still think he feels guilty about it to this day, though I barely remember it.”
Oostmal reciprocated the bow/hand shake and sat down. He briefly pointed at the painting of the steath carrier. “Good aren’t they?” he said, “I confess I wasn’t sure when they were first proposed as we’d always been taught that the value of a carrier is visible force projection but they have their uses. We’ve tended to keep both types of ship in operation and use the older ones for humanitarian work or for when a presence needs to be stated.”
He turned back to the others in the room. “But I suppose there is a debate as to how long the manned fighter has left in the modern combat arena.” He smiled, as a navy man he lacked any of the air force’s misplaced glamorization of subjecting young men to several G when a computer could do it better. “But forgive me I’m rambling.” He waited for the meeting to start, though he confessed to himself he was a little unsure of what precisely they would be discussing and he tried to recall whether he had seen an agenda with the rest of the paperwork that had been sent to him.
At some point, no one was entirely sure when, there must have been a not insignificant British influence in the two countries that made up the modern Fiefdom. That explained why they drove on the left, in obstinate refusal to adapt to the wider customs of the region, and it was also the reason why the currency was known as the shilling. It’s also for this reason that the Chairman requested...
“Tea please.” He had resolved that, whilst he was away, he would limit himself to coffee lest he be subjected to an inadequately brewed cup. He reasoned that staff of the Emperor himself would be able to produce a sufficiently satisfactory drink.The Emperor gestured to the chairs near the window. “Please, Mr. Chairman, take a seat.” He opened a large wooden humidor that sat on the small table. “I understand that you’re a pipe smoker, Mr. Chairman. While I don’t keep pipe tobacco on hand, I do have these Esperi cigars that I used to keep on hand for one of my former chancellors, if you would like to try one.”
The Chairman smiled. ‘Clearly a civilised people,’ he thought as he accepted the proffered cigar. “Thank you” he said in English, having taken the time to learn that particular phrase as well. Once a consistent burn had been achieved he went further. “It is true, sir, that though I usually smoke a pipe, I am not adverse to cigars, especially after meals as it aids digestion.”
There were a few more puffs.
“So I’m told”The steward returned just as the Emperor took his seat and served each person their prefered beverage. Taking his coffee, the Emperor nodded to the steward. “Thank you, Erik.”
David IV sipped his coffee, then set it on the table. “I wish you thank you again for meeting with me so soon after your arrival, Mr. Chairman. I felt that our discussions would be too important to squeze them in on the margins of a crowded State Dinner.”
The Emperor crossed his legs picked up his coffee. “I understand from my ambassador that you have some… concerns about our return to the international scene and that they are related to the Triple Entente and our role in the Iesian Debacle.”
“Debacle is your word sir,” said Hoogaboom with a smile, “Not mine. And concern is too strong a term; we do not suppose Excalbia to be some great slumbering monster whose waking causes the nations to fall. And nor was it directly related to the Iesus Christi Civil War.”
Hoogaboom regarded the Emperor for a moment. Was he a good judge of character? He liked to think so, though whether age had diminished this as well he couldn’t say. Everything about the Emperor indicated a man in a hurry, both to finish entertaining this foreigner here and jet off to a more familial audience but also a man who wasn’t a professional politician. The General Secretary had woven a great web of words when he’d met the Ambassador in his office, he did not think the Emperor would appreciate such a display. He leant forward slightly and placed his palms on the table.
“Let me frank, sir, Anahuac is a proud nation but we are not so proud that we demand our place in the sun, but we do believe that we deserve at least a place at the table. I don’t mean that the Triple Entente should become the Quadruple Entente, I do not think there is the appetite for that, but your return to the international scene has coincided with a realisation on our part that we have no friends in the region. We have acquaintances, of course, and I accept our share of the blame for that, for we sat in our corner and decided to wait for historical materialism to remake the region into something more congenial. Now I do not deny that historical materialism will remake the Western Atlantic one day,” the general secretary was not about to disavow a key point of Marxism, “But it’s clear that we can’t simply sit and wait for that day.”
Hoogaboom leaned back in his chair, a serious look on his face. “I think, sir, the region is far more dangerous than many of us would like to admit. I will not give the grand sweep of contemporary affairs that I provided to your representative to our country, suffice it to say that in our eyes the potential risks are,” he counted them on his hand, “Aerion, Snefaldia and Allanea. I realise that your government may have an alternative list but I am sure it would not take us both very long to find areas of mutual concern. I invited the Ambassador to speak with me because I thought there might be scope for a limited defensive treaty between our two countries. Perhaps I overestimated the size of the gulf that capitalism and communism puts between us since I did not anticipate either this state visit or the warm reception we have received so far. I come, sir, seeking such a pact. If there is a desire in your government for something greater than this then you will find us happy to reciprocate. If not then I would still consider any steps on the road to friendship to have made this visit worthwhile.”
The General Secretary puffed on his excellent cigar and then smiled. “We are not here because we think that the Triple Entente is the NATO to our Warsaw Pact, because it would be a Pact of one,” he did not include Daytanistan because he had always considered them unreliable, “Nor because we demand access to your pre-existing treaties but to perhaps seek something else. How close or how far that comes to an Entente is up to you and your government.”
by Uncle Noel » Fri Apr 13, 2018 3:16 pm
“Yes,” the Empress said looking up at the portrait, “that is The Sword. It is very old, but it has been very well maintained.” She smiled. “And, fortunately, it hasn’t been used in battle for a very long time.”
As the Empress watched the young woman’s face, she realized that she’d misspoken earlier. “Oh, and I meant your grandfather earlier. I am sorry for the error; I was thinking that your grandfather reminds me of one of my great uncles.”
***
“Both portraits,” Empress Elizabeth said, “were done in the late 17th century. Queen Hildegaard sat for hers; King Alsgood’s is based on earlier works in a more primitive style and from written descriptions.”
James stifled a laugh as he tried to avoid another sharp look from his mother. “That sounds like a trick Rebecca would have tried on me.” He took a step closer to the young woman. “I hope you eventually had the chance to get even with him. Once I got a little older I started to hide her phones.” He looked around. “I’m sure there’s still one or two stashed around here somewhere.”
Nonetheless, we would welcome the opportunity to hear from you about those concerns, particularly the military dimension. Of course, we will be happy to share our own views on the subject.”
“Secondly,” the Minister continued, “we would like to discuss establishing military-to-military communications. We’ve found that such channels come in handy in the event of crisis, such as a natural disaster.”
“And, finally, for us, we would like to propose some officer exchanges. We’ve found these exchanges useful in the past in building trust between nations.”
The Emperor paused to see the Chairman’s reaction to his inclusion of the region’s other major communist power. “In terms of external threats to the region, we support the idea of a broad agreement among as many of the Western Atlantic’s nations as possible to stand together in the face of any unprovoked external invasion. We are also willing to entertain agreements aimed to deter aggression within region.”
by Excalbia » Mon Apr 16, 2018 6:59 pm
Interesting,” said Huszlau. He regarded the hall around him. “The style of this hall reminds me of Perpendicular, has it been classified as such?”
Suniefreda smiled a mischievous smile. “Oh I wasn’t as subtle as that, I bided my time and waited until my brother Flurin was old enough to start bringing girls back. And what better accompaniment to a romantic evening than your little sister, especially if she has some embarrassing photos of you as a child.” She stifled her own laugh, “I shouldn’t laugh, my sister Juut always says it’s rude to laugh at your own jokes, and I was very cruel. He has since married and I am an aunt so I can’t have had that disastrous an effect on his love life”
Suniefreda turned and tried to catch a sharp look from the Empress before she could reply to the ever-questing Huszlau. “Oh please don’t worry about calling grandfather ‘uncle.’ Some old wit years ago decided to compare him to ‘Uncle Joe’ Stalin.” Her forehead wrinkled, “I’m not even sure it was meant as a compliment, I'm not sure how it could be, but it stuck and now some countries only know us now as ‘Uncle Noel’ it’s become that common.”
She smiled as she spoke to James. “It’s the Holland problem. What do you do when everyone calls your country Holland when it’s really the Netherlands? Do you go with it or try and change it?”
by Uncle Noel » Tue Apr 17, 2018 12:45 pm
The Empress tilted her head to the left. “It does have those traits, doesn’t it?” She let her eyes wander over the Great Hall for a moment before returning to Huszlau. “The Citadel was originally built in the Romanesque style - you can see that today mostly in the exterior. The Gothic elements were added later - about the 14th century. With the decline in contact between Excalbia and the Balto-Nordic region, changes in architectural style seemed to migrate more slowly. When the Great Hall was redone in the 16th century, the Perpendicular elements you see were added to built on the Gothic renovations.”
“Similar to one of the perils of being a prince,” James said still smiling, “people tend to forget that my name is James. In Pantocratoria or the Caldan Union and even here, I get ‘Your Highnessed’ to death and if we visit a republic, everyone calls me Prince. Makes it sound like I’m a pet Labrador.” He leaned closer and lightly touched Suniefreda’s arm. “So, I hope you’ll just call me James.”
Dr. Anders rubbed his chin and nodded as Oostmal spoke. “I think you raise an interesting point, Admiral. We have seen the reverberations of Dietrich’s depredations in Ostmark and I agree that we have not adequately considered the possibility of further large scale refugee flows. I think it would be very worthwhile to discuss this point further. I would like to hear more of your analysis of the situation in Ambara and any recommendations you may have for preparing for such a humanitarian crisis.”
The Emperor took his cup again and leaned back in his chair. “I am looking forward to hearing your remarks at dinner. Mine will likely be brief. I find my ministers prefer it that way.” He flashed a smile towards the Chancellor as if sharing a private joke.
“So,” the Emperor said in a more serious tone, “Mr. Chairman, tell me your assessment of the current situation in the Western Atlantic. Beyond, of course, Snefaldia and Daytanistan.”
by Excalbia » Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:08 pm
Suniefreda swept her right hand to hook a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay then James,” she spoke his name in a manner similar to a sommelier trying the wine, “But in that case you can call me Sunie. Only my parents and oupa [for without realising it she had used her native word for “grandfather”] call me Suniefreda, and if we’re going to abandon all sense of protocol and decorum,” her eyes flashed conspiratorially and she pretended to adopt a pompous tone to her voice “Then you might as well let standards slide.”
The General Secretary took his cup for the first time, conscious that his monologue on the region had allowed his drink to cool. He too leaned back in his chair. “If we are to build mutual cooperation the perhaps I ought to ask you the same question. What is you, and your government’s, assessment of the region? For example I have heard much talk of the usurper Dietrich but I will confess that I had not paid the issue too much attention. The stripling returns, murders his father, desecrates the churches of his ancestors.” He drew on his cigar. “It is unfortunate, certainly for the father, but we have heard little from them in some time, unless there are some developments of which you are aware that we are not. Was that crisis ever resolved?" he looked to his translator Popochcaxitl but was greeted by a blank look.
by Uncle Noel » Wed Apr 18, 2018 1:16 pm
James gave a sly smile. “I rather like letting some standards slide, Sunie.” He said her name softly like it was a shared secret. “Perhaps sometime while you and your grandfather are here, I can sneak you away for a little while and show you that Citadel Excalbia is more than chilly old castles and stuff politicians.”
possible future joint humanitarian exercises. Of course,” he traded a look with Dr. Anders and Lady Christina, “to prevent any misinterpretation of those exercises, we would suggest hosting them somewhere… removed from these potential trouble spots. The Skralins Islands would be a good candidate. The islands are somewhat isolated but offer similar conditions to what we might encounter in southern Epheron, Ambara or the Westbund and we have a large naval station there that could easily support such activities.”
The Emperor sighed. Then smiled. “Fortunately, not all is gloomy. Despite these… ongoing problems, our region as a whole is peaceful and prosperous. I think that our greatest task is to, as we discussed earlier, provide for mutual defence in the face of any outside attack and ensure that we have the kind of relationships that will allow us to collectively manage these… sore spots, if you will, and to prevent internal conflicts.”
The Emperor laughed. “But now I’m giving away my after dinner remarks.”
by Excalbia » Thu Apr 19, 2018 8:04 am
Uncle Noel wrote:“Why James I think that would be very nice indeed,” smiled Suniefreda. She then laughed to herself. “Do all your official guests get a special tour?” she teased.
If Oostmal was aware of how Anders’ unease then he either did not notice it or comment upon it. If he had then he probably would have thought that it was the role of service personnel to provide their political masters, elected or otherwise, the necessary truth. “I agree,” he said after Turlais spoke, “It would serve no interests in escalating tensions when the entire point of the joint exercises is to serve as a mechanism for reducing tensions.”
Oostmal leaned back in his chair. “How soon do we want to start making the appropriate arrangements for this? Will this be an inter-service affair or will it require a broader agreement signed between our respective Heads of Government?”
Hoogaboom smiled. ‘This is going well’, he thought, better than he had expected. He then considered the bulk of what the Emperor said and a more serious look came upon his face. “The Westbund remains a ongoing point of concern,” he said with a nod, “As are South Epheron’s frankly imperialist policies in their own country, and their neighbours.” Hoogaboom sighed.
“If I may, though, there is one point of concern that I was tempted to mention before but declined but which I feel ought to be referred to, which is Pantocratoria.” The General Secretary held up his hands. “Before I begin I should say that we in Anahuac have always had very warm relations with Pantocratoria, despite our marked differences, and therefore I do not say this as a man with, as they say, an axe to grind, however it is also the rhinoceros in the room…”
“Elephant in the room” correct Popochcaxitl.
“Whatever, it is a large animal that we ought not to be able to miss but which people do, and that is the election results. We, sir,” he motioned towards the Emperor, “Have very different politics but, to return frankness with frankness with frankness, hopefully you will agree that recent developments have been….troubling.” A hand was held up again. “This is not an indictment of their Imperial Family, to whom I know your majesty is bound by ties of marriage, but rather to the body politic and the rise of the Party for National Action. It behoves me to say that this is the area of greatest concern. Ostmark is Ostmark,” he said with a dismissive wave of the hand, “And I realise that nothing so animates a Communist as complaining about Fascists, but even a coalition with such a party does not bode well for the future of the international order that we have exhaustively discussed. And I say this without any hope that we may be part of the that solution, we are but helpless bystanders, but….” he sighed again, “I am not so sure that what I had previously thought impossible is quite as remote.”
There were a few moments of silence. “On perhaps a more positive note, and to venture from such high-politics, there were a few other points on which I had hoped to make progress on during my visit here. A reduction on visas for travel might be one; I don’t want to sound like a salesman but if there is an advantage to having been so isolated it is that there has been a tremendous, if to my mind surprising, boom in tourism. And although I did indicate to your ambassador that free trade areas were not a primary cause of our concern, a reduction in tariffs in certain areas would be an area we would like to explore.” He laughed. “Other people’s economies are as boring as other people’s dreams so I will not indulge your patience for too long, but many years of work and investment in I.T. systems have produced an economy which actually works, so that actual trade of things that people actually want is now no longer such a remote possibility.”
“But that is a secondary objective to our primary, diplomatic one” he said in closing.The General Secretary wondered whether the meeting was drawing to a natural conclusion but waited to see whether his comments on the Party for National Action had caused any Imperial Offence.
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