Young Michael Owen, ambassador to the Incan Nation, entered the office.
"Well, what was the reply to our demand that they return to the agreed upon Vassal status?" Samael asked.
"Non Serviam, Sir" was Owen's reply.
Samael chuckled to himself and thought that was a superbly phrased answer given the situation, the implied meaning not lost on him. That Owen had a future in politics no doubt. "You reminded Mr. Chavez that the Incan nation instigated the original conflict and were bound by a legal treaty, ratified by many of the nations of Terra? You did inform them that we do not seek servitude, that they would go on with life in their traditional ways, with no interference from England. Just as before? But of course you did, their new leader is a madman...or a genius. I suppose we will know soon enough."
"Of course, Sir. Shall I send your brother in?"
Yoth Iria entered, quite excited. "Brother, the training with our allies has been a complete success. I have never seen our troops better trained or more highly motivated. They are soldiers of the true faith. They are completely ready to avenge the dishonor done to our nation by Chavez and his Incans!"
Samael shook his head negatively. "Ah, Brother. That is good, if it comes to war it is better to be prepared. However, I still hold out hope that our appeals to the UN and other nations will have the desired effect. While I rule, war is a last resort. In India, we seem to have the backing of Balaji although we do hear rumors of unrest in the government there. But it is a good start. Our historic allies have given their backing and the Chinese seem willing to stand by us."
"But the Choson have shown their true colors, have they not? They threaten our allies, the Arabs and therefore threaten us. They are in collusion with the Inca. They are aligned against us and to make matters worse they have only the very lamest of excuses for their military buildup on the Arabian border. You saw the same report I did, the only question I have is how they can say that with a straight face! Why do you refuse to see the writing on the wall? The army is ready and more than willing. We cant let the Inca break this treaty and kill hundreds of thousands of English subjects without reprisal. We would be run out of the country, and rightly so. We are here to protect our citizens!" Yoth Iria was almost beside himself.
"I am giving diplomacy a chance, I am still offering Chavez the chance to come to his senses and come back to England's protection. You do your job Yoth Iria, and I will do mine as I see fit. Your job was to sharpen the tool, mine is to use that tool wisely. Let us not fight brother, there may soon be more fighting than I care to see. Peace between us."
"As you wish, brother." But Yoth Iria was thinking something very different. After all, only a fool would let a sharp tool fall into disuse.
"Well, what was the reply to our demand that they return to the agreed upon Vassal status?" Samael asked.
"Non Serviam, Sir" was Owen's reply.
Samael chuckled to himself and thought that was a superbly phrased answer given the situation, the implied meaning not lost on him. That Owen had a future in politics no doubt. "You reminded Mr. Chavez that the Incan nation instigated the original conflict and were bound by a legal treaty, ratified by many of the nations of Terra? You did inform them that we do not seek servitude, that they would go on with life in their traditional ways, with no interference from England. Just as before? But of course you did, their new leader is a madman...or a genius. I suppose we will know soon enough."
"Of course, Sir. Shall I send your brother in?"
Yoth Iria entered, quite excited. "Brother, the training with our allies has been a complete success. I have never seen our troops better trained or more highly motivated. They are soldiers of the true faith. They are completely ready to avenge the dishonor done to our nation by Chavez and his Incans!"
Samael shook his head negatively. "Ah, Brother. That is good, if it comes to war it is better to be prepared. However, I still hold out hope that our appeals to the UN and other nations will have the desired effect. While I rule, war is a last resort. In India, we seem to have the backing of Balaji although we do hear rumors of unrest in the government there. But it is a good start. Our historic allies have given their backing and the Chinese seem willing to stand by us."
"But the Choson have shown their true colors, have they not? They threaten our allies, the Arabs and therefore threaten us. They are in collusion with the Inca. They are aligned against us and to make matters worse they have only the very lamest of excuses for their military buildup on the Arabian border. You saw the same report I did, the only question I have is how they can say that with a straight face! Why do you refuse to see the writing on the wall? The army is ready and more than willing. We cant let the Inca break this treaty and kill hundreds of thousands of English subjects without reprisal. We would be run out of the country, and rightly so. We are here to protect our citizens!" Yoth Iria was almost beside himself.
"I am giving diplomacy a chance, I am still offering Chavez the chance to come to his senses and come back to England's protection. You do your job Yoth Iria, and I will do mine as I see fit. Your job was to sharpen the tool, mine is to use that tool wisely. Let us not fight brother, there may soon be more fighting than I care to see. Peace between us."
"As you wish, brother." But Yoth Iria was thinking something very different. After all, only a fool would let a sharp tool fall into disuse.
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