I
was awake early the next morning, surprisingly no worse for the
previous night’s festivities and in spite of the fact that we had
managed to find the cafe, the cigar, and the whiskey. All of these
were quite excellent, with the only real surprise of the evening
being Arturo’s participation in the enjoyment of both the cigar and
the whiskey. Evidently, this was not all that unusual in Macundo
(considering
what I had seen since my arrival, it was obvious unusual had left
town sometime back and was not expected to return),
though Arturo was the only dog in the cafe that particular night.
Without boring you by going into too much detail, suffice it to say
that a small stand was set up for the cigar, and once it was properly
lit by the waiter, the cigar was clipped into a holder. That holder
was adjusted to a reasonable height for Arturo standing or sitting,
and his access to it thereby simply accomplished. Arturo puffed away
with the rest of us, and seemed to truly savor the experience. He
also took his turn at blowing smoke rings into the night sky, and
managed quite well. (I will not attempt to describe to you the way
in which a dog blows smoke rings, but will say that if you ever get
the chance to watch one, don't miss it.)
As
for the whiskey, it was all performed quite neatly with a small glass
bowl with a non-skid base, which allowed him to lap up the beverage
contentedly without it sliding his cocktail around the floor.
(Having lapped up a few whiskeys in my day, I’d say that he got
full marks and appeared rather experienced in the procedure.) I was
quite surprised to find that I found the whole thing only mildly
discomforting and quickly got over it, getting into the spirit of
things. Choosing to ignore the parts that might have seemed out of
the ordinary to me was far easier than failing to enjoy what turned
into a thoroughly delightful evening. The company (including the
cabbie, as we had talked him into allowing us to stand him to a pint
or two) was in high spirits by evening’s end, and the mood was
congenial as we parted in the entrance of the manor.
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Any
lingering romantic flames that I thought might have begun to flicker
in my mind (fanned along by the presence of flammable alcohol no
doubt), were quickly snuffed out by Angela’s quick peck on the
cheek as she departed for her own quarters in the Manor. In my heart
of hearts, I don’t think that it could have been otherwise, Angela
being the lady that I knew her to be. Ardor (and hormones) however,
were never dampened by logic; and oft hope springs eternal in such
situations. My disappointment, though not unexpected, must have
showed. Arturo’s tongue hanging smirk was quickly stilled by the
look on my face, but his amusement was evident from the way his tail
wagged as he trotted down the hall to his own accommodations, calling
out his good bye as he did so.
Seeing
no alternative to yet another in my many nights of desperate and
celibate longing, I made my way down my own respective corridor to
the lonely bed that awaited me. I expected that either my fantasies
and their attendant disappointments, or my trepidation at the task
ahead of me would keep me awake most of the night. I fully reckoned
on a serious confrontation between my common sense and self-doubt
vying for attention on both a personal and a professional level as I
tried to make sense of the my place here and the suspicions that I
had about my feelings for Angela. I was surprised therefore, when I
fell into a dreamless sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Bathing
and dressing having been completed quickly the next morning, I was
sitting by the window in my room enjoying the coffee that had been
innocuously delivered during my morning grooming routine when Angela
knocked. There was no polite inquiry as she entered as she entered
this morning, and no clever repartee as she guided me to the meeting
that we had set up the previous day. As we followed the same path
and entered the same conference room as yesterday, it was apparent
that everyone was all business on this, the first day of the
campaign.
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The
buffet breakfast was set up along the side again, but I was dealing
with just enough anxiety in the pit of my stomach to face dealing
with much in the way of food this morning. Gathering a muffin, some
kind of fruit juice, and more coffee by way of a distraction, I made
my way towards the table. I was pleased to note that there were
place cards around the table this morning, with names printed on both
sides. My pleasure was short-lived however, as I discovered that my
card was at the head of the table. Had I spotted this arrangement
earlier, I might have found a way to shift the cards, but there
appeared to be no way around it with so many already in the room, so
I sat resignedly in my designated seat. At least I was still to have
Angela to my right (for moral support if nothing else).
My
sitting down seemed to be some kind of signal, and everyone started
settling into his or her respective seats. Arturo had entered the
room at some point, and was lying in the corner to my right, but
there was no sign of Phillip or Lorelei. No one else at the table
seemed concerned at the lack of their presence, so I let it go.
There was no point is showing any more ignorance of the situation
than I needed to at this point. I didn’t know what procedure if
any, we were to be following, so without waiting to find out I took
the bull by the horns and blundered forward.
“Good
morning everyone,” I started, clearing my throat in the process.
“First of all, I want to thank all of you for volunteering to be
part of this campaign and for being here this morning to get things
started. Some of you probably know more about specific procedures
than I do, but I hope to be able to change that quickly. I am
certain that many of you also probably know much more about each
other than I know about any of you, and I hope to change that just as
quickly. We may not ever become close friends during this campaign,
and we probably don’t need to be to get this job done. It is my
hope that at the very least however, that we can learn to respect
each other enough to do the right thing for Phillip and for your
country.
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The
good news for all of us is that this kind of thing hasn’t been done
in quite a while, so almost nobody is going to be all that familiar
with how it needs to be done. I would therefore like to operate this
organization as informally as we can, and I hope that all of you will
feel free to share any thoughts or ideas that you have at any time.
The only thing that you can be sure of in all of this is that I will
need all of the help that I can get from all of you to do my job, and
I hope to be able to provide you with the help that each of you needs
to do your own. I know that we are all here to make sure that
Christy and his family does not get anywhere near the throne, and
that we think that we can do that.”
I
knew in my heart that it was a pretty lame speech, but something had
to be said and I had so little information to go on that it was the
best that I could do. I was hoping for a little bit of the benefit
of the doubt from the assembled group before things got too far
along. I was wrong.
“Do
we?” came a voice dripping sarcasm from farther down the table. It
came from a small woman, fairly young from what I could tell, and not
unattractive. Brown hair streaked with blond highlights surrounded a
tanned complexion, with intent brown eyes staring out from the middle
of a slightly frowning mouth. (I didn’t know for sure, but I was
reasonably sure that the frown was for me.) The place card in front
her read Katie.
“If
you really want to hear any thoughts or ideas that we have and would
like to be so helpful, maybe you would like to start by taking some
time to explain something about who the heck you are in the first
place. And while you're about it, maybe you could tell us a little
about the rumors going around about your outing last evening. If
even half of it's true, it sounds to me as if you are proving
yourself more of an liability than an asset to this little project.”
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I
sensed Angela moving at my side, as if to speak; but quickly reached
over to stop her. “No, I would not like to explain anything, up to
and including last night,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong people.
When I say that I want to hear opinions, ideas, and suggestions, or
anything regarding strategy that anyone wants to say in regards to
the campaign, I mean it. I also meant it when I said that I wanted
to help all of you, at least in as much as I am able. We all need to
understand up front that I was put in charge however, and once I make
the decision that’s the way it is. I won’t bother with
explanations. If you agree with me, you won’t need them. If you
don’t, they probably won’t do any good anyway. Either way, they
waste too much time and effort, and we can't afford either. Why
Phillip put me in charge of his future, neither you nor I might ever
know; but we are all stuck with that decision. If you want out, feel
free to leave now, otherwise let’s move on.”
This
person, whose place card named named her Katie, bit back any retort
she might have wanted to make; though it seemed to take an extreme
effort on her part, and move on we did. I couldn’t help but feel
that the silence was more from some form of group embarrassment than
a sense of confidence however. I could also tell that her
forbearance and the discussion with this Katie was only only
temporary. There was a subtle chilling in the air as we got down to
some kind of work.
The
next thing on the agenda needed to be some introductions of the
people around the room. It would be difficult to know how to proceed
without knowing the players that I was working with and the skills
that they brought to the table. I needn’t have worried. It turned
out rather quickly in the discussion that staff by and large knew
what their respective talents were, and had already begun the sorting
out process for their division of labor since the funeral. I won’t
bore you here with the details of the introductions themselves, but
would remiss if I didn't mention some of the gang in general for
those of you keeping a scorecard.
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Two
of them, Gary and Sue, were husband and wife team already well along
in the process of polling for the campaign. This was, in fact, their
line of work outside of the campaign as well, and they had worked
with a number of top marketing groups over the years. Their training
and experience had given them an instinct for the right questions to
ask and the right way to ask them to get at the truth. In other
words, they were pros. They were only waiting for my confirmation
before starting on an initial poll of voter needs and confidence that
they had already prepared. We quickly went over the questions in
this poll as a group, made some very minor wording changes, and they
left the room to get on with it.
Two
others, Paul and Melissa, were a brother and sister who were well
known actors in Macundo’s movie industry. The two of them were to
be our primary public faces and their role in the campaign was to be
as speech givers. This was a position that had been established in
this society by tradition, as the candidates did not appear on their
own behalf. They had been going over information for the first round
of newsreel interviews that we could set up, as well as any other
public speaking that could be arranged for the first few days of the
campaign with the writing staff (more on that later). There was an
assumption that we would probably need more people to speak on our
behalf before it was all over, but the two of them felt sure that
they had enough friends in the business to help when and if needed.
There
were still others who were already beginning to organize the many
volunteers needed to knock on doors and distribute any printed
material. Then there was Andy, a quiet middle-aged man who owned a
small print shop in the city; and would produce and deliver that
printed material to us. He seemed not only knowledgeable about his
work, but particularly enthusiastic about our candidate. He said
that he could deliver anything that we needed as quickly as might be
needed for the campaign, and that the next 90 days was usually a slow
time of the year for him so that production scheduling would be no
hardship.
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There
was also Misha, a young woman who had been sent over by the
government and was to oversee our finances, document all of the
spending, and make sure that all of the rules of the process were
followed. Though very much on our side personally, she assured us
right up front that there would be no bending or breaking of those
rules while she was around.
And
of course there was Katie, who had already put her two cents in where
I was concerned. It turned out that Katie was the leader of a group
of about four writers. All four of them had some talent and
experience where writing was concerned, but she was without question
the best of them. As a writer for magazines, newspapers, and the
film industry, her flare for a well-turned phrase was often sought
out in both the movie and print media. She had already been offered
a position of importance by the opposition, but had apparently
spurned it with a use of profanity that had quickly become legendary,
and which still had left some whispering behind her back as she
passed.
“Yeah,”
she told me later, when I finally got up the nerve to ask about it.
“Those two are none too bright, and I wanted to make sure that they
understood in no uncertain terms that my no was final. My only real
regret about the whole thing was that I might have been too polite in
the process to penetrate their thick skulls, in spite of the creative
effort I expended.”
All
in all, and in spite of what might have been a somewhat divisive
beginning, this first meeting had turned into a very positive start
and managed to last a little over an hour, as I was pleased to note
when we finally broke up.
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Have
you ever noticed that the longer a meeting lasts, the less it
accomplishes. I have been forced to sit in on any number of meetings
over the years, and always felt that most of that time spent was
wasted. Long meetings usually start late, accomplish little, and
never end on time. That’s why governments are usually so good at
holding them, and tend to like them so much. It always seemed that
without someone of exceedingly strong will and purpose guiding the
procedure with a clearly adhered to agenda, that a meeting always
seems to digress into meaningless information and war stories of
success and failure by the participants. While I am all for the
sharing of meaningless information and war stories (as I like to tell
them myself), it has always been my opinion that such information was
best shared during the consumption of adult beverages after the real
day’s work has been accomplished. I should also note here that one
of the most brilliant statements about meetings came from sci-fi
writer Robert Heinlein, “A motion to adjourn is always in order”.
We
agreed that our preliminary polling would be in the field before the
end of the day; and I would be able to go over that data first thing
tomorrow. We would be giving our first speeches in three days, with
posters and fliers in the field 18-24 hours ahead of them. Katie
would be contacting some reporter acquaintances to pull in some
favors and get some of Christy’s more memorable escapades in the
next weekend edition. I
was pleased to see that she was focusing on the weekend editions for
the kickoff. Most people don’t realize that the big weekend
edition of a newspaper carries a circulation of about 20-40 percent
higher than the normal daily circulation. We needed as much exposure
as we could get. I
sent everyone on their respective ways, confident that we were truly
on our way; but signaled to Angela and Katie to stay back as the
others adjourned. Arturo had made no move to rise from his corner,
but if I chose to notice this, I was unconcerned.
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“Thank
you ladies,” I started as the door closed behind the last. “There
are some things that need to be cleared up before we go much further
here, and I would like to do it now. Angela, I know that Phillip and
Lorelei may be planning to leave the Manor, but cannot have gotten
far away at this point. Could you track them down and ask if they
can join us?”
“Sure,”
she replied rising again quickly. “I’ll be no more than five
minutes.”
“Katie,”
I said when she had left. “You and I will probably be working
together very closely over the next couple of weeks, and I don’t
want any misunderstanding between us. You may have found my response
to your question rather abrupt and maybe even rude, but I want you to
know that while I can't say that I know him well at all, I believe
that Phillip is one of the finest people that I have ever met. I
know that there are a number of things that I don’t understand
about how this thing works, but I do know that I am going to do
everything in my power to see that we succeed. I'm going to do this
because I've been asked to, because after meeting Randall and Christy
, it seems like the right thing, and because when I play … I like
to win. You may not understand all the things that I do or say, or
the methods that I might use; but you may just come to find that
though some of them seem quite unusual, they might actually prove
successful. I also want you to know that what I am doing is based on
the best information that I have at the time and my best judgment as
to how to use it.
I
should also tell you right up front that I am going to want to work
closely with you and your staff, so we're going to need to find a way
to trust each other. It's more than obvious that your talent is not
only formidable, but well-recognized and respected here. While we
both know that I don't have your professional credentials here; I
have been involved in the marketing of a number of products where I
come from over the years and have been known to plan a winning
strategy. In addition, I've managed to turn a phrase or two
successfully in my own time and place. I hope that you will be able
to look on me as one more tool in the kit, and that eventually you'll
think that I can be of help.”
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“Hey
pal,” she returned. “I’ll use anything from anybody who
understands the basic concepts of spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
Just remember who the pro is, and we’ll get along fine. Listening
to the way you handled the meeting today, I think I may have a
different take on the stories from last night than I did before this
shindig started. Just remember, while you may or may not have fooled
Christy as to who and what you are, your escapade also gave him a
great rumor to spread. You might just want to be a little more
careful out there.”
“Point
taken,” I said, and meant it. It was only in her quick
reassessment of the situation that I saw the negative that I had
handed out. Misinformation can be a beautiful thing, but it's a
double-edged sword and needs to be handled delicately.
While
we both refilled our coffees, she asked. “Which brings to the
question of where you are from anyway. I’ve been around pretty
much every side of this place that there is, and I’ve never heard
of you before this.”
“It’s
a long story,” I replied with a sigh. “Ask me again when this is
all over if you’re still interested, and we’ve both had too much
to drink and I might tell you. I can’t promise that you'll believe
it, but I can promise you that at the very least it will make a great
story.”
“This
sounds like one that I need to hear,” she chuckled, as our three
companions entered the room.
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I
left my seat at the head of the table and took one further down.
Place cards be damned (whoops,
they had disappeared when I wasn’t looking),
I don’t sit at the head of a table when a prince is in the room.
Katie moved as well, and sat about four seats further down on the
same side, and Angela took a seat between the two of us. Phillip
took up the head of the table as if nothing was more natural, and
Lorelei was by his side.
“I
understand that the first meeting went very well,” he began.
“Yes,
with a few exceptions, I suppose that it did,” I replied. “There
were a few bumps and glitches (I saw Katie blush), but I think that
overall we got off to as good a start as we could have expected.
There are a couple of questions that I need to ask though before we
go very much further. I'm still far too much in the dark about the
job that you want me to do, so if you don’t mind Phillip, I've got
a couple of questions that I need to get answered. First of all
Phillip, without offending you, do you want to be king?”
“Ah
... that,” he sighed. “Well Sean, I promised to be honest with
you. The answer to your question is no, and yes. I grew up in this
house happy in the knowledge that when the time came to choose, that
there would never be a doubt that my brother Arturo would assume the
throne. As well as being the older brother, he was the natural born
leader of the family. I was always much happier pursuing my studies,
reading, and doing everything that I could to understand more about
the world around me. Did you know that I have published four books
on the natural sciences?” (Of
course, I didn’t.)
“This
is not the plan that I had for my life. The truth of the matter is
that I only agreed to enter this campaign out of a sense of family
loyalty and in order to keep Christy and his father away from the
throne. That being said, while I may not have ever wanted this power
for myself, I'll be damned if I let them have it and ruin the country
that I love!”
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“OK,
that’s fair enough,” I said. “I don’t know if the reasons
really mattered anyway, though hearing them from you makes me feel a
little better about you actually getting the job. A person who seeks
power is generally ill-equipped for it and should be no means let
anywhere near the job that offers it. This goes triple for
politicians. We have to face the fact that we are going to get some
grief from what is probably a well known sentiment in the coming days
however. I am assuming that you have made no secret of these
feelings over the years, and the populace may not want a king whom
they think isn’t interested in ruling. Katie, you will have to
think about how we can turn this into an advantage; talking about
accepting responsibility vs seeking power. Let’s move on to
question two then. What happened to your brother Arturo that let
Christy become a player in this game?”
“Sean,
I can’t tell you everything,” he replied. “Some of it probably
just isn’t mine to tell, but most of it is that we just don’t
know. What I can say however, is that it happened about a year ago.
Arturo and father had been having a number of discussions about
something that they didn't share with me. While I wasn't present
for these discussions, especially for the last one; it was obvious
that the meeting wasn't a pleasant one. Arturo didn’t seem to be
angry however so much as determined about something; and he suddenly
announced that he was going off on a hunting trip alone that very
day. He had always been impulsive and often went off like this when
he needed to think. I have no idea why he chose that moment to
leave, but assumed that it was just that Arturo wanted and needed to
get away by himself, as he had done since he was a child.
He
said that there was something that he had to get out of his system,
and that he didn’t think that he would be gone terribly long on
this trip. You can’t imagine how terribly shocked and surprised
everyone here was when the horse that he was riding came back without
him on it, the same day that he left, as he was an excellent
horseman. My father and I were frantic with worry (Lorelei took
his arm at this point), and immediately sent search parties out
in every direction to discover what might have befallen him. Though
the search lasted for weeks, nothing came of it; nor was anything
ever learned of his fate that I'm aware of.
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My
father, a strong man even under the most adverse of circumstances,
blamed himself for what had happened and was never the same
afterward. He sank deeper and deeper into depression over time, and
it was only when Arturo here (as the dog came up beside the prince
and nuzzled his hand) came along that he seemed find any comfort.
While never really becoming his old self, father at least began to
once more take some interest in things going on around him. For some
reason I never understood, father named the dog after my brother soon
after he took up residence with us here in the Manor, and they were
virtually inseparable until my father’s death.”
Arturo’s
tail wagged slowly, as Phillip rubbed his neck. “He was a truly a
good and loving man who tried to carry a guilt that was never his to
bear,” Arturo said, “and I was proud to be at his side.”
“Well
then my dear prince,” I said, “it seems that we must do
everything in our power to get you a job that you don’t really
want, defeat the forces of the wicked, and live happily ever after.
Katie, is there anything that you need before you get out the first
part of the written campaign?”
“No,”
she replied. “My people already know where they want to start.
Christy has cut a pretty wide path in his past, and I think that we
have plenty of dirt to start with. I will have first drafts ready
for you to look at this afternoon. Anything that we want to be
reading about tomorrow needs to make the print deadline this
evening.”
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“Good
enough,” I said. “If no one has anything else, I’d like to
stop now, and let everyone get to work. If anyone needs me for the
next couple of hours, I will be in the library. I need to do some
heavy thinking, and before you comment Katie, I am fully cognizant
that this probably isn’t my strong suit. I’ve found it always
helps to be surrounded by great thinkers in order to attempt it
though, and that therefore is my intention. Thank you again Phillip
and Lorelei, and everyone else for your time this morning.”
The
chairs pushed back slowly, and everyone filed out of the room with me
trailing the field. I was so caught up in thought that I didn’t
realize until I entered the library that I was completely alone. The
fact that I hadn’t asked Angela to join me, that she might have
other duties and responsibilities of her own, and that I had no
right to assume that she would want to join me didn't keep me from
feeling rather put out that she wasn't there. After all, I had a lot
on my mind and shouldn’t be held responsible that I hadn’t
thought things through. I was just selfish enough to believe that
anything else that she might need to take care of could not possibly
be as important as me, and could probably wait a little longer.
Certainly there was no logical reason for her to be there, but I had
never let logic get in the way of fulfilling my selfish desires in
the past.
The
truth of the matter was that after even the short time that we had
spent together I was having rather confused in my feelings about the
lady, and the only time that they didn’t bother me was when she was
next to me.
OK,
no use feeling sorry for myself, there was work to do. I made my way
across the room, and sat down in one of those comfortable chairs
(though
not at the desk),
and put the pen and pad of paper that I had carried with me out of
the conference room in my lap.
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I
started jotting notes to myself on everything that I remembered from
any campaigns that I had ever heard about, watched TV programs on, or
known of, remembering and noting the differences as I went along (I
have some friends that are professionals at this, and what I wouldn't
have given for some of their company...):
- Phillip may not want the job, but in the end is a better man than Christy for it
- Christy is undoubtedly a puppet of his old man, and the old man had already been passed over once for the jobs
- Nobody likes voting for ugly or fat people (William Howard Taft excluded), and Christy and Randall are at least one of the two, when not both.
- Phillip is a good-looking guy, and it’s always easy to assume that good looking means good period. (Sad, but true) This should weigh in our favor, though it couldn't be counted on too heavily. (Pictures of the candidates side by side is likely to be good for us and bad for them.)
- While the candidates don't go out themselves, we need to ask if there any advantage/ disadvantage to getting Lorelei out on the campaign stops? (Probably an advantage)
- Look into Christy’s bad debts. If he was a cheat then, he will likely be one in the future, and maybe we can exploit that
- Money doesn’t matter in this campaign, as the government funding is the only money available and it’s the same for both candidates, so they can’t outspend us to win. (Or can they? Find out if there is a way that they can cheat the rules here.)
- This is an unashamedly negative campaign, what can they use?
- Phillip didn’t want the job
- Arturo disappeared under mysterious circumstances
- Phillip has a foreigner running his campaign
- What has the old man been up to since the last election, maybe there is something there?152
A
lot of other things passed through my head sitting there, but these
just seemed to be the only ones worth writing down. I was so lost in
thought that I didn’t even notice Angela come into the room at some
point a little later in the day and purposefully made a noise to draw
my attention away from my thinking processes. A servant was
following, with some kind of wheeled tray of sandwiches and an iced
pitcher of something.
“I
didn’t want to disturb you,” she said quietly as she approached,
“but it was past lunch time, and you hadn’t eaten anything.”
“If
you were a disturbance, and you are not,” I said smiling, not
realizing how much time had indeed passed, “you would be a welcome
one. Thanks for thinking of lunch. I wasn’t paying any attention
to the time. No one thinks well when they're hungry and I must admit
that now that I think of it, I'm more than a little. Even if I were
starving however, one look at the size of that pile of food tells me
that even Christy would have a difficult time wading through it. I
hope and trust that you are planning to join me and not make me face
the daunting task of attempting to eat all this alone?”
“Why
thank you kind sir for the gracious invitation,” she replied
returning the smile. “I was rather hoping to be asked, and am more
than willing to accept your gracious offer.”
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As
quick as a wink, the tray had been unfolded into a table, and
another chair had been pulled up to it. I rose to seat Angela
myself, as the servant quietly left the room. Angela served both of
us from the bounty that she (and the kitchen) had provided. The
sandwiches were some kind of meat (I wasn’t stupid enough to ask
what kind) and cheese combination that, though unknown to me, met
with my immediate approval. The drink was very good as well, being
apparently some kind of iced fruit drink (she told me that much, but
would not again elaborate on the type). I quickly wolfed down a
couple of the sandwiches and about half a glass of juice when I felt
her eyes on me. I looked up to find her staring at me with just a
hint of a smile. Looking down quickly to see if I had spilled
something down the front of my shirt and thereby completely
embarrassing myself, I was surprised to discover that I hadn’t.
This confused me (as most things in life do) unit it suddenly
occurred to me that it was just the two of eating there in the
library. While it was a public setting, we were completely alone. I
wondered if I could or should read anything into it, quickly
realizing that it was probably best in the long run if I didn’t.
In spite of that minor setback however, I must admit that I liked the
situation, and smiled back.
“What
are you thinking about?” she asked.
This
question, for those of you who didn't know it, is in fact, the second
deadliest question in the world. (The first is what kind of God you
believe in and the answer usually involves the infliction of
punishment on a scale that leaves the person being questioned in the
position of discovering if there is an afterlife.) It makes the
questions that were asked by the legendary sphinx of Egypt seem like
a simple version of Trivial Pursuit. When a woman asks, it means
that she is already thinking of something, and hopes that you are
thinking the same thing. The answer given to such a question can
(like the previous example) be life threatening, both physically and
emotionally. Not answering the question in a reasonably short period
can also be a threat to one’s future existence either physically or
emotionally. The way that such a crucial moment is dealt with is so
critical, that it has in fact ended many a relationship. Often, the
best one could hope for was a sentence of solitude and celibacy for
an indeterminate (some would use the term endless) period of time.
The peril in this situation is clearly defined, and as real as an
approaching train when you're standing on the tracks. I know this
because of the number of times in the past that I improperly handled
the situation, experience that has made me something of an expert. I
knew that I was trapped, and flop sweat began to pop out on my
forehead. My hands were clammy, and my breathing was labored.
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“I
was thinking about us. You know, about you and me,” I fumbled out,
and I knew I was dead when I let it come out of my mouth. It was
neither gallant, nor clever. I had exposed myself in such a way that
could only lead to disaster. It’s not that I wanted to; it’s
only that having been placed in a position where I couldn’t think
of anything, I said the first thing that came into my head. Now
while I have always believed that when all else fails, try the
truth'; saying the first thing that comes into your head to a woman
is only slightly more intelligent than telling a state trooper that's
pulled you over that he looks like his chin strap is too tight (which
I've also done).
“Really,”
she replied with no change of expression.
“Yes,
I was,” I said knowing that in so doing, I had doomed any chances
that I ever thought that I might have with this woman. The truth is
a tricky thing however, and a path which once begun is impossible to
turn around on. I would have to face the consequences of my
precipitous (one might say foolish) actions.
“I
was thinking that I just met you and that I hardly know you; but I
really like it when you are around. I know it’s a silly thing to
say. I don’t even know if I should even be saying any of this,
since I don’t have any clue as to the etiquette where such things
are concerned, have no idea how long I will be here, don't even know
if you're involved with someone who I might also be offending. In
spite of the fact that I know that I should be keeping my mouth shut
on the subject, I can’t seem to help myself. While I might have
been able to keep it all in for a bit longer under normal
circumstances, you've asked me and I've answered. I’m sorry that I
let it slip out, and I hope that I haven’t shocked or offended you
by my foolish, though well-intentioned remarks.”
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“You
know,” she said, with the hint of a smile turning up her lips.
“You’re really kind of sweet. Of course it will probably turn
out that you are a demented stalker or sexual deviant that should be
put down like a rabid dog, but in your own way, you are kind of
sweet. And no by the way, there is no one else.”
“You
must have put something in the food,” I cracked back, relief and
hope flooding through me with the return of oxygen and blood to my
brain. “I normally don’t confess to such devotion or create the
impression of a stalker until I’ve known a woman for at least a
week. Is that why you are here asking me these things and
embarrassing me, or is there some reason that you came here other
than to feed and torment me?”
“No,
that was pretty much it,” she replied. “Is there some further
torment that I can provide now that you've been fed? I wouldn’t
want to waste the trip.”
“Yes,
in fact there is,” and I handed her the list. “Read this.”
She
looked it over carefully before commenting, and I was reviewing the
document in my head for spelling or punctuation errors, and sentence
structure, as well as content. She nodded, and added a couple of
notes to the bottom.
- Phillip’s father Simon was well respected. There may be something to use there.
- What happened to Arturo? Can any blame for his disappearance be placed onto Christy and his bunch?
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(Some
of you may have noted that I could read what she wrote, which makes
you clever indeed. I know that I certainly noticed, and would later
recognize that this meant that all of the books in the library were
therefore at my disposal. At the time however, I found that I was
far to distracted to reach such logical conclusions.)
She
was right of course, and in this match of mudslinging, there might be
something there on both of these items. I would have to remember to
run this by Katie as well. Knowing her, she probably had a list of
her own already, and hers would be much more detailed.
We
finished up the sandwiches, and Angela folded the table back into a
cart and rolled that cart out the door. I found that I was dismayed
when she didn’t immediately return, in spite of the fact that I
still had some thinking to do, and that again I had failed to ask her
to return. Now my mind was completely distracted from the campaign
stuff. Her departure left me with a return of some of the wild
thoughts that occasionally ran through my head last night. These,
coupled with the ridiculous school boy behavior that I had exhibited
when she arrived, added up to a magnificently confusing situation.
When was I ever going to learn to engage my brain before opening my
mouth, especially in the presence of a woman that I liked? Oh well,
I would add the day’s adventures to the list of misgivings and
failures from my past at a later opportunity. There was something
more important to worry about in the meantime. (Right!)
The
problem right now was that I didn’t really know what I needed to do
next. The beginning of a thing is always the most difficult time.
Whether you are starting a project or a relationship, it is always
too easy to ignore the simplest or most important facts, miss
something fundamental to the situation that is right in front of you,
or just go charging off in the wrong direction. I hoped that I
wouldn’t fall into any of these traps, but you can never be sure.
I also hoped that I would have the strength to trust the people
around me, and in return, gain their trust.
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I
was also beginning to hope that Happy Hour would begin some time soon
around here. All of this thinking and emoting was making me thirsty.
I
decided to get up and wander through the room for a bit, glancing at
titles on the shelves that, for the most part, meant nothing to me.
In this world, I couldn’t tell a reference book from romantic
fiction (not that I am entirely convinced that there is a difference
in some cases) by the look of the covers.
I
know you can’t tell a book by its cover, but if it has bug-eyed
monsters on it, it usually, but not always, means that it is not
about philosophy (unless it is about bug-eyed monster philosophy),
but enough already.
I
was able to recognize, and not at all surprised however, to find a
section that appeared to be devoted to magic. Thoughts of solving
all of this world’s problems by the casting of a spell danced in my
head next to thoughts of getting the hell back home using the some of
the same methods. Fortunately for me, I was again limited by a lack
of knowledge as to what was fact or fiction in this world. What
secrets might I learn though? What arcane practices might I
discover? What great leaps in knowledge might I make? Would it be
possible to use any knowledge gained here in my own world? There
seemed to be some intriguing possibilities laid out in front of me.
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I
will freely admit at this point, that a fleeting thought regarding
love potions crossed my mind as well. While not nearly so lofty as
my other goals, it would have certainly helped to settle one
situation. I chuckled as I once again realized that I am only a
frail and faulty human being after all.
Good
sense (and a healthy dose of fear) won out over any personal desires,
and I left the books on magic in their shelves. All of the books in
this place had a good feel to them, as I ran my hands over some of
the spines. There weight and stability on the great shelves seemed
to put my mind a little more at ease for some reason. I think that
all libraries tend to have great restorative powers to the human
spirit, and it’s a shame that more people don’t use them for that
reason, if no other.
I
finally realized that I was far too restless for any real reading
anyway and decided to get out for a little fresh air. Maybe the
chance to walk off the sandwiches as well as my own sense of
uselessness would be of benefit. The front door appeared to be
agreeable to letting me leave, and opened at just the right time to
let me out. I followed the path to the stones that I had noticed
when I first came to the manor, and decided to follow them to the
left of the path. It didn’t take long before I realized that the
row of stones was in fact a circle, perhaps serving as some kind of a
border. I felt like I must have made my way just past the halfway
point, and was enjoying the sight of the formal gardens that I
assumed were just behind the manor when Arturo ran out from a bed of
flowers in one of them to join me.
“Well
met Sean,” he said. “Were you looking for me, or just enjoying
the day and the scenery?”
“I
must admit that I was just wandering the grounds Arturo, but I would
certainly be glad of the company.”
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Arturo
set himself at my side, and we continued in silence for a while, the
two of us just soaking up the peaceful atmosphere of the place. The
sun felt wonderful, and there was again for me an indescribable, but
lovely scent from the nearby flowers on the light breeze that was
blowing. Walking on a pleasant day is always an enjoyable
experience; doing so with a well-behaved dog only increases the
pleasure of the experience. I looked down at Arturo, and for some
reason couldn’t help but think about all of the things that people
threw for dogs to retrieve in such situations. Why people and dogs
exhibited this kind of behavior, I didn’t know; but both parties
seemed to enjoy the practice, so maybe that was enough. The thought
struck me of course because as I had mentioned earlier, Arturo looked
like some kind of a retriever (of a different color of course) in the
shape of his body and bearing. Something in his manner however
seemed to say to me that he was anything but that kind of dog.
These
thoughts suddenly made me a little more thoughtful about my
diminutive companion. Arturo had shown me a depth of knowledge and
character that intrigued me, and made me more than a little curious
about my erstwhile smoking and drinking companion. I decided to try
and see exactly what the limits of his knowledge might be, 'what this
dog was made of' as it were.
“Arturo,
these stones around the manor, do you know what the story is behind
them?”
“Sure
Sean, everyone does; though I keep forgetting how little you know
about us. The stones that surround the Manor House are known as the
‘Border Stones’. They have been here for longer than anyone can
remember. Certainly they have been here longer than the Manor
itself. It's said in our traditions, that the first true king of
Macundo placed them around the area in which he was going build his
castle. The stones were supposed to be endowed with some magic
property that would protect residents in the castle from harm. Later
generations deduced that if the stones in fact worked, and it
appeared that they did, that there was no longer a need for a
fortified castle. Over time, the castle walls and defenses were
taken down, and the Manor House that you see assembled from its
remains. Based on the size of the manor as it stands today, it must
have been one heck of a castle in its day.”
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“And
no one who has lived in the castle or the manor has ever come to
harm?”
“Well,
no I didn’t say that. Many people who have lived in the Manor have
come to harm over the years, Angela’s father was a perfect example.
No one however, has ever been harmed while inside of the border of
the stones.”
“And
Phillip’s brother Arturo, was he outside of the stones?
“That’s
an interesting question Sean,” he said, though it seemed that there
was some unwillingness to discuss the subject. “You've already
heard that he had gone on a hunting trip, but since no person
actually saw what happened, there's none to say where it happened.
As Phillip told you, I came here later. What makes you think that
anything happened to him anyway?”
“Well,
he
disappeared didn’t he? I mean here he is the oldest son and all,
and from everything that I hear the logical choice for the next king.
This is something that he knows, accepts, and even appears to want;
and then bang; all of sudden he’s out of the picture. My guess is
that something pretty bad must have happen to him to keep him from
coming back to fulfill responsibilities that he seemed to be born
for.”
Arturo
had stopped as I got onto this subject, and looked at me with that
half-turned head look that I dog will give you when it is trying to
figure you out. “I guess you’re right, Sean. I guess you’re
right.”
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Though
I don’t consider myself the brightest bulb on the tree, I know when
I am getting the brush off on a subject, so I decided to drop it. I
quickly moved on, thinking instead about the morning meeting, and
decided to feel my four-legged friend on that subject instead.
“What
did you make of the morning’s proceedings Arturo?” I asked.
“I
thought that it all went well enough,” he started. “In fact, it
went a good bit better than I thought it might. I was concerned with
your confrontation with Katie, but you seemed to handle that well
enough in the end. She’s brighter and more experienced than most
of the others in the group, and totally dedicated to Phillip’s
cause. I knew going in that many of them would take their lead from
her. She seemed to genuinely warm to you by the end of the larger
session, and that’s a good sign as far as I am concerned. I
believe that her trust in you will be very important for the long
term success of the campaign.”
“I
wouldn’t have said that she liked me, merely put me on probation,
subject to later rejection based on new information,” I returned.
“I must tell you though that based on my first impressions, I think
very highly of the lady. I hope that our first meeting might provide
something to build on. I agree with you on her importance however,
and know that we'll need more that a truce before this is over. I
only wish I knew how to break through.”
“Oh
I agree, you haven’t finished proving yourself to the lady,” he
said. “But I also noticed that she chose the same side of the
table as you for the second session with Phillip. It may have been
an unconscious choice, but in terms of body language she certainly
seemed to be placing herself with and not against you. And I wasn’t
the only one who noticed.”
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“What
are you talking about?”
“Oh,
and I suppose that you didn’t notice that Angela placed herself
between you and Katie. It certainly looked as if she was clearly
staking a claim in what might become a potential female turf war to
me.”
“Really!”
I replied, genuinely surprised. “I guess I must be getting slow
in my old age. I either didn’t notice it, or refused to
consciously acknowledge it. I won’t tell you that knowing it
displeases me though.”
“Yeah
right,” he huffed at me the way that dogs can do. “Because
nobody has noticed the way that you have been acting around her or
the eyes that you've been making in her direction since the moment
that you got here!”
“They'll
be no more scratching behind the ears for you my friend,” I
replied, attempting almost successfully to keep a stern expression.
The I saw his ears droop a bit, as an offending canine will do when
scolded.
“OK
... I freely admit that I am guilty as charged, your honor,” I then
laughed, bowing to what I now considered my colleague’s superior
powers of observation, and scratching an ear just so he would know I
meant it. “I just didn’t think that it was that obvious.”
“Only
if those doing the looking and listening were blind as well as deaf
my friend,” he rejoined soberly while enjoying the scratch. “And
while I must admit that it is easy to both sympathize and empathize
with your plight, I would be remiss if I didn’t remind you to
remember why you are here Sean. I know that it is easy enough to be
sidetracked by a beautiful female, and Angela’s qualities are as
attractive as they apparent; but I hope that you also realize that
you need to stay focused. It appears like we may have made a good
start today, but ninety days is both a very short and a very long
time.”
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He
was right of course, and this mild rebuke got us returned to the
problems at hand, discussing some of the items that had been gone
over in the earlier meeting. We spoke about the list that I had put
together in the library as well, and he promised to give some thought
to it. He was able to recall every detail of it, and without
referring to the document. I was quite surprised at his ability to
retain the detail of the conversations. In addition, his thoughts
and opinions were insightful, and it was obvious that he was well
versed in the use of political strategy in this world. Before I knew
it, we had reached the front path again, and agreed that it might be
time to join the others. It was in fact getting on towards evening,
and Arturo assured me that by this time, most of the rest of our
group would already be together.
I
followed him, and true to his word, they were all gathered in another
of the seemingly endless rooms of the Manor, this one set up with a
small wet bar and a dinner buffet similar to the one that we had on
my first night there, though on a smaller scale. I found that this
was the usual way that dinner was served for those residing in the
Manor, and that only the number participating in the meal changed
from day to day. I had been encouraged by Arturo to grab my list in
the library before the meal began, and we worked not only through,
but also well after the meal was completed and coffee served.
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The
day finished late, but by the time the last gathering had broken up,
we had covered most everything that we could that first day in a
great deal of detail. The initial polling had come in during the
meal as well, and had become part of our discussions. While there
was nothing there that was a surprise to those assembled, it provided
us with a number of useful bits of information in terms of the
direction that we needed to follow. With this additional information
in hand we adjourned the session and went our separate ways for the
night. I firmly promised myself that I would try and not worry
myself over every little detail of the day’s events; but knew that
even as I made the promise, I would spend at least half of the night
running it over and over in my head. Operating in this fashion had
proved an annoying, but useful way to juggle various strategies over
the years, and though I knew it would probably cost me a night’s
sleep; it would also probably prove worthwhile in the end. Thank
goodness that the coffee here was good; I had a funny feeling that I
would need it in quantity in the morning.
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