CHAPTER 1: Which Way Forward?
1824-10-08 13:47 [UTC -03:00]
Imperial Palace, Rio de Janeiro, Empire of Santa Cruz
Walking through the corridors of the palace, his eyes are on anything but where he is going. The simple wooden banister along the second level above and the lye-washed walls on the ground level resemble the government building back home, but the size of the palace alone distracts from the simple yet dignified interior.
“Boy, quit dawdling and keep up,” the man several paces ahead calls out in a stern and hushed voice. Senhor Dias had been on edge all morning. Though he is a Crucian, he has not returned to his native land since departing for Africa over a decade ago. The Governing Council sent him here all the way across the sea to the newly established empire for a singular purpose, and he is not to return home a failure.
“Yes, master,” the young slave responds in his still-deepening voice as he picks up his pace.
As they turn the corner, two men await them in front of a set of double doors, the tops of which are ornately carved. The boy had seen these men earlier in the week at the General Assembly. Another man, dark-skinned like the boy, stands to the side, staring blankly ahead.
“Deputy da Costa, Deputy Araújo, a pleasure to see you again,” Dias greets shaking their hands firmly.
“Likewise, Senhor Dias,” Araújo replies. “Though we couldn’t arrange for you to speak with the Emperor, the Prince Regent can meet with us this afternoon. He has been delegated vicarious powers by His Imperial Majesty.”
Dias tilts his head. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Da Costa responds, “Whatever we decide upon today will be considered binding as though the Emperor himself agreed to it.”
“I see,” Dias says. Araújo nods to the adult slave standing at the door.
He opens the door and announces, “Senhor Pedro da Costa, Deputy of Maranhão; Senhor José Araújo, Deputy of Pará; and Senhor Inácio Dias of the African Confederation.”
The three of them enter the room, and the slave boy instinctively follows Dias. The doorman puts a hand on the boy’s chest to prevent him from proceeding further, moving the boy backward until the door can be closed again.
The boy turns around after the door is shut in his face. Before he can say anything, the doorman says, “That’s not a place for you. You wait out here for Senhor Dias while he conducts his business.”
“Pedrinho! José!” the prince says with outstretched arms. “What sort of mischief are you up to today?” Dias looks on as the three men, all in their mid-to-late-20s, greet each other.
“We have an opportunity to expand our empire,” da Costa says. “This is Senhor Dias from the African Confederation. He has brought a proposal for His Imperial Majesty from across the sea to formally join Santa Cruz.”
“The African Confederation?” the prince asks. “What is it? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It is a collection of several cities on the western coast of Africa that have strong… ‘economic’ ties to Santa Cruz,” Araújo explains.
“Economic ties?” the prince asks sceptically. “You mean slavery?”
“Yes,” de Costa replies. “Your stance on the matter is well known, but the man has travelled all this way. At least give him a hearing.”
The prince turns his gaze to Dias. “Well, why don’t we have a seat, Senhor Dias, and you can tell me all about this novel idea,” he says, motioning to a couch as he himself sits down across from it.
“Your Imperial Highness,” Dias begins, “it is an honour to be able to present this proposal on behalf of the African Confederation. Both of our peoples are at a critical juncture in history, looking for the best way forward. The Governing Council of the Confederation believes that the best way forward for us is to be part of the Empire of Santa Cruz. There continues to be a great demand for labour on these shores, and across the sea, there is a great need for protection from foreign powers.”
“What protection can Santa Cruz offer?” the prince asks. “We have no naval capabilities to fend off aggression on the other side of the Atlantic. Any transoceanic trade thus far has only been possible due, by God’s grace, to the region’s peace.”
“It’s hard to imagine that the Empire would remain without a strong navy indefinitely,” Dias replies. “At least initially, the Empire can assist us in arming ourselves.”
“What is the mind of the General Assembly on this? Assuming it’s capable of discussing anything at all these days,” the prince says sardonically.
“The majority of the assembly is in favour of incorporating the African Confederation into the Empire due to our economic reliance on them,” Araújo says. “However, there is significant hesitation to the notion of providing them the means to defend themselves. But we’re confident this hesitation will not jeopardize the proposal.”
“What is the purpose of bringing this issue to me if a majority has already been secured in the General Assembly for acquiring this territory?” the prince asks.
“We wanted to present the opportunity to speak with someone from the Confederation,” da Costa explains, “in case there might be any questions about this proposal. It would not go over well for the General Assembly to pass it only to have it be vetoed.”
The prince chuckles before saying sarcastically, “Well, how thoughtful.” He takes a deep breath. “I can see those aristocrats salivating at the notion of monopolizing the slave trade from the Confederation. It will most certainly be a major setback to abolition. Tell me, Dias, what do the people want?”
“They are, of course, supportive of the Governing Council’s proposal…” Dias says before the prince cuts him off.
“I mean the Blacks. What do they want?”
“The Blacks?” Dias asks, unsure of what the prince is getting at. “I don’t see the relevance of that to what we’ve proposed.”
“You hadn’t consulted them at all? My understanding is that they aren’t slaves until they’ve been loaded up onto the ships. Prior to that, in the villages, walking down the streets, going to work in the fields, whatever it is they do, surely, they do so as freemen.”
Dias stammers, “Well… I suppose… they just….”
“Didn’t you bring one of them with you? Standing just outside?” Araújo asks.
“My slave boy?” Dias asks with wide eyes. “He’s but a child. He can’t possibly…”
“One is better than none,” the prince says. “Call him in.” Dias glances back and forth between the prince, Araújo, and da Costa. “I won’t ask twice, Senhor Dias.”
Dias smiles awkwardly as he heads to the door and does as he’s commanded. He returns, dragging the boy quickly into the room by the hand. He pushes the reluctant boy towards the prince.
The prince, still seated, motions to the boy to sit next to him. He asks the boy, “What’s your name?”
The boy responds, “Félix, Your Majesty. What’s yours?”
The two deputies hold back laughs as the prince smiles, and Dias looks at the boy in utter mortification. “That’s a great name. My name is Pedro,” the prince says. “Félix, how old are you?”
“I just turned 16 before we got on the ship to come here.”
“Now that you’ve been here for some days, what do you think about Rio?”
“There are a lot of people here… and the buildings are bigger than the ones at home.” He pauses. “Everyone at home says that this is where all the men go when they leave, but I don’t see why they want to come here rather than stay.”
“All right, so maybe you wouldn’t want to live here. But how about being part of one family with us here in Santa Cruz? Even though we would live in different places, we can still be a family. How does that sound?”
Félix twists his mouth as he thinks about the prince’s proposition. “Well, my dad left home for Santa Cruz when I was really little, and we’re still one family even though we live in different places… I guess I always thought of Santa Cruz as just another place where people in our families live for a long time.”
“That’s a good way to look at it; we’ve already been a family for a while. Now, I’m thinking about making it official.”
“Does that mean my dad can come home after we become an official family?”
The prince leans toward Félix. “I can’t make any promises about your dad, but I will do everything I can when I become the Emperor to make sure nobody else’s dads or brothers or sons will ever have to leave their homes to come here ever again.”
“I suppose that sounds okay,” Félix says with a shrug.
The prince stands up and claps his hands together, “Well, the way forward is settled then. José, Pedrinho, if you can get Senhor Dias’s proposal through the General Assembly, you can be assured that it will be promulgated.” He turns to Félix, still seated, and extends his right hand.
The boy looks at the prince’s hand and then at Dias. Dias motions with a slight nod and glances from the boy back to the prince’s outstretched hand while motioning subtly for the boy to stand. Félix puts his right hand into the prince’s, and they shake as the prince says, “Have a safe trip home, Félix. One day, I look forward to visiting your home too, now that we’re one family.”