“Of course. But if I’m not mistaken, he meant to begin with a description of the state of the Empire, the war, and the implementation of the various reforms.” His tone grew almost plaintive. “The heat of the glares I expect to be directed my way will probably melt me, and the shorter the time I’m exposed to them, the more likely I am to survive.”
Krish said nothing because Courtney was probably right. This would be Governor-Emperor Gerald McDonald’s first address to a full assembly of the Imperial Court of Directors since the abortive Dom invasion and the Dom-assisted rebellion on New Ireland were crushed. During that time of emergency, the very foundations of the Empire had been shaken and Gerald McDonald had exercised unprecedented executive powers without consulting the courts of Directors or Proprietors. Of course, so many members of the Court of Proprietors-including Prime Proprietor Sir Harrison Reed-had either been high officials in the subversive Honorable New Britain Company or directly in league with the enemy, that the Proprietors had virtually ceased to exist. Krish was personally surprised and a little disappointed that the Governor-Emperor hadn’t simply abolished the Proprietors and Directors. After the fighting and all the arrests, the shrill finger-pointing began and nearly every member who’d been taken into custody spilled compromising information against many who weren’t, in an effort to mitigate their own transgressions. Long after the true traitors had been hung, the papers were full of lurid details of graft, kickbacks, vote buying, and election fraud. The illegal “stacking” of indentures, a process that kept its victims in perpetual servitude, had been far more common than anyone dreamed as well. Now even the most stalwart defenders of female indenture had been forced to moderate their stance. The resultant feeding frenzy and open display of just how corrupt the government had been stunned the Empire.
Special elections had been held to fill the many sudden vacancies in the Court of Directors, and most of the winners reflected the new attitudes toward their human and Lemurian allies, a willingness to consider a change in the status of women within the Empire, and a grim determination to not only destroy the Holy Dominion forever, but to repay the debt owed to the western allies by helping them against the Grik. Regardless, many hard-liners had retained their seats. Not all had been corrupt. Krish believed the Governor-Emperor would have a majority for his new, radical proposals, but it would be slim and perhaps even tenuous.
“Did Gerald speak much to you about the contents of his address?” Courtney asked, making conversation to distract himself from his misery.
Krish cringed slightly over the man’s casual use of his monarch’s first name, but nodded. “The Governor-Emperor truly means to abolish indentured servitude entirely. He will reaffirm the alliance between”-he glanced at Koratin-“your people and mine, and make a formal declaration of war against the Holy Dominion and the Grik Empire. He will underscore the social reforms by letting his wife, the Lady Ruth McDonald, address the assembly as well.”
“Amazing! Has that ever been done? I mean, has a woman…?”
“Never, Your Excellency. Even when his grandmother, the Lady Verna, was Governor-Empress before her son was born, her factor appeared in her stead.”
“Poor woman,” Courtney sighed. “Gerald spoke of her. She remained sequestered for years.” He looked at Krish. “Understand, this… system of yours remains quite foreign to me. My people have a history of powerful, headstrong queens, and my new people, the Lemurians, have many strong female leaders as well. Safir Maraan, Saan-Kakja… Did you know that Saan-Kakja is roughly the same age as your dear Princess Rebecca, yet rules perhaps more land than your Empire, even including your tentative holdings in the Americas?”
“Yes, Your Excellency…”
“Of course you did. A dear, sweet creature, yet bold and quite willful! She will doubtless be mollified to some degree by this new policy.” He leaned forward, flapping his hat again. “She remains distrustful of your Empire, you see,” he whispered conspiratorially.
Koratin flicked his ears in amusement, but said nothing.
Courtney leaned back and wrenched at his cravat again. “Gerald and I discussed his address at great length, of course,” he went on. “I consider him a fine fellow and a friend, but I was frankly afraid to rely on such an abrupt change. But the current emergency makes this the perfect time to push for it, I suppose.”
“It is unfortunate that so many had to die in the course of this ‘emergency,’” Koratin suddenly interjected in a cynical tone, “but in crisis, there is always opportunity.”
“What a dreadful thought,” Bradford said, regarding his aide.
“But true.”
“Of course it’s true, and in this instance, the overall Alliance shall be the beneficiary-but you just prodded to mind the realization that the crisis is ongoing! We know there are still subversive elements at large, and some must be highly placed! How else would the enemy have gained such intelligence of our plans for the New Ireland campaign?”
For several moments Bradford sat, fulminating, the city outside his carriage window and his irritating cravat both forgotten. “We mustn’t be lulled into complacency,” he finally stated. “All may seem well for the time, but we must remain on our guard for treachery. If I am called to speak to the assembly, I believe I shall forcefully remind everyone of that!”
Koratin’s eyes narrowed. “Indeed, Your Excellency. Never forget, there are always people like me-like I was-waiting to pounce.”
They rode in silence after that, Courtney and Krish digesting the implications of what Koratin said. The traffic on the narrow avenue grew more congested as they neared the Ruling District, and the carriage slowed to a crawl.
“There’s nothing for it now,” Krish muttered impatiently. “Even if we left the carriage and sprinted the rest of the way, the conclave will already be well underway before we could possibly arrive.”
“I hope you don’t really mean to attempt it,” Courtney warned. “If we try to get there on foot, the two of you might make it, but my finely dressed corpse won’t be of any use to their majesties whatsoever. Don’t worry, Lieutenant Krish. You did your best. I’m quite comfortable accepting all the blame. I’m used to it, you know.” He smiled. “I do try to conform to the imperatives of others, but I fear I’m ill equipped for it. My former employers used to get very annoyed-as did Captain Reddy, before he learned to make allowances.
“Regardless how hard I try, my attention is easily diverted,” he admitted, looking at Krish appraisingly, as if gauging his discretion. “I began writing a book once, a modest little thing describing the flora and fauna I’d encountered throughout the Malay Barrier. Even then I expected it to take years to complete since I had barely scratched the surface. Well, despite my… relocation, I’ve decided to carry on, but just imagine how I’ve been forced to broaden the scope of my studies! My earlier research has little bearing now beyond vague references for the purpose of comparative anatomy, but I’ve also rather ambitiously decided to broaden the scope of my work to include contextual observations! It shall now be a history as well! The Journals of Giles, Stewart, Park and Livingstone, Lewis and Clark, and even Sir Stanley-without the controversy, I should hope! — shall be my inspiration.”
Krish’s eyes had glazed over and Koratin wasn’t even pretending to listen, staring out his own window at the passing city. “We here?” he asked suddenly, and Krish stirred, looking for himself. The congested avenue had broadened significantly, and the previously uninterrupted cluster of shops, stores, and other buildings abruptly ended. A large number of coaches and smaller, stylish buggies were gathered on the broad lawn in front of an impressive, columned edifice. Horses stood, cropping long, luscious grasses with coachmen attending them or still sitting patiently atop their vehicles. “Yes, almost, thank God.” He raised his voice so the driver could hear. “Take us directly to the main entrance and let us out there. You’ll have to find a place to wait as best you can.”