Weygand
Trapped in Baudrillard's Nightmare
- Location
- Whirling-in-Rags
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The cruiser was departing from Arthedain: they were entering, after a prolonged trip, the borders of Confederate space, travelling on the newly demarcated hyperlane stations - an excellent PR opportunity for one of the projects the Europa Concordat had made a flagship.
The conversation that followed would never survive its participants.
"You understand that I would only confide these doubts to you in a personal setting," the Chancellor began, reclined in the chair. Gryff Luven was by now the most powerful Chancellor in Confederate history: flush in the success of their Europa Concordat initiative and the brief victorious campaigns abroad, it was rare that they ever looked concerned.
But they did, now, their long-term aide Finnis Walker nodding attentively for them to continue.
"Has it never occurred to you how spontaneously coordinated the Great Houses suddenly became, in the process of that abortive little coup?"
"Your Excellency?"
"I mean to say, Finnis, that you cannot fail to have noticed that age-old grudges suddenly found themselves suspended. Knightly orders which have existed longer than some of the Low Men polities with just as distinguished rivalries joining hands with - I am led to believe - even the Low Men of the Xaff."
Finnis felt his brow curl in a frown.
"Now, I am willing to entertain the theory that Casroy was somehow charismatic enough to stitch them together - but the man had little of the diplomatic cunning required for all that, and his immediate family were all themselves enthusiastic participants in those blood feuds."
"You mean to say that you believe there is a third force behind this, your Excellency?"
"Precisely."
A tense silence lingered. The hum of the thruster was the only noise that punctuated through the spacious confines of the cabin.
"And what can we do about it?"
The Chancellor thinned their lips. "I will need you to attend House Aspar. We need the Eye."
Finnis frowned. "They are usually reticent to part with secrets, your Excellency."
"All the more reason to let them know we are looking. I doubt any of this has happened without Lord Kurvan's wilful ignorance at least enabling it."
"But who else has the political power to stitch this alliance together, Your Excellency?"
Gryff Suno leaned forward. "There are things older than even the Great Houses on Earth, Finnis. But it is a theory I need to confirm before I spout it."
Finnis stood, bowing at the waist. "Of course, Your Excellency."
As their aide turned to depart, the Chancellor glanced over their shoulder, and called after: "I shall be glad to be returned to civilised society soon. All this mingling has tired me."
Smiling, Finnis turned to reply, but could say nothing, for the explosion tore through the cabin, and both the Chancellor and their close confidant had little to say after that.
The conversation that followed would never survive its participants.
"You understand that I would only confide these doubts to you in a personal setting," the Chancellor began, reclined in the chair. Gryff Luven was by now the most powerful Chancellor in Confederate history: flush in the success of their Europa Concordat initiative and the brief victorious campaigns abroad, it was rare that they ever looked concerned.
But they did, now, their long-term aide Finnis Walker nodding attentively for them to continue.
"Has it never occurred to you how spontaneously coordinated the Great Houses suddenly became, in the process of that abortive little coup?"
"Your Excellency?"
"I mean to say, Finnis, that you cannot fail to have noticed that age-old grudges suddenly found themselves suspended. Knightly orders which have existed longer than some of the Low Men polities with just as distinguished rivalries joining hands with - I am led to believe - even the Low Men of the Xaff."
Finnis felt his brow curl in a frown.
"Now, I am willing to entertain the theory that Casroy was somehow charismatic enough to stitch them together - but the man had little of the diplomatic cunning required for all that, and his immediate family were all themselves enthusiastic participants in those blood feuds."
"You mean to say that you believe there is a third force behind this, your Excellency?"
"Precisely."
A tense silence lingered. The hum of the thruster was the only noise that punctuated through the spacious confines of the cabin.
"And what can we do about it?"
The Chancellor thinned their lips. "I will need you to attend House Aspar. We need the Eye."
Finnis frowned. "They are usually reticent to part with secrets, your Excellency."
"All the more reason to let them know we are looking. I doubt any of this has happened without Lord Kurvan's wilful ignorance at least enabling it."
"But who else has the political power to stitch this alliance together, Your Excellency?"
Gryff Suno leaned forward. "There are things older than even the Great Houses on Earth, Finnis. But it is a theory I need to confirm before I spout it."
Finnis stood, bowing at the waist. "Of course, Your Excellency."
As their aide turned to depart, the Chancellor glanced over their shoulder, and called after: "I shall be glad to be returned to civilised society soon. All this mingling has tired me."
Smiling, Finnis turned to reply, but could say nothing, for the explosion tore through the cabin, and both the Chancellor and their close confidant had little to say after that.
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