Hours later the First minister was over the edge in desperation. The Princess was nowhere to be found. The letter from the Israelis was still pending. The generals was given orders and the armies was goose-flesh awaiting the storm of Tel Aviv at dawn. And yet the order for attack was not issued.
"What if the princess was going to took their offer and make peace with the Israelis?" The First minister hands were shaking and his eyes rolling.
"What is their offer, First minister?" the Second minister asked "Can I take a look?"
"Why not, anyway, the Princess is not going to see it"
After reading for some minute, the Second minister said with his voice flat:
"There is nothing to worry about, First minister - she was not going to accept it anyway. She looked so sad and disappointed from the Rabbi's last letter and his brazen language, affording to even insult her, so I doubt if she ever wanted to talk with him anymore. The Israeli people should consider this Rabbi a traitor to his own country, as he led them in this situation. He continues to threaten with destruction and razings even now, when he is supposedly suing for peace. No leader would take such offer in the current situation."
"Maybe we can talk to General Georgii - to send him message with post pigeons or whatever we use for quick communications?" The First minister was still worrying he might do something wrong"
"As far as I know, General Georgii is not leading our armies in Israel. Rumors are that he is on a secret mission abroad."
"You know a lot of things for a Second minister, Second minister!" the First minister felt some inexplicit threat in his younger, but more decisive colleague's cold-bloodness .
"...And you are so not suitable to be The First Minister" The Second minister Visarionovich though to himself.
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