The
rest of the campaign seemed to almost be an anti-climax. Our morning
began with our normal meeting the next day, and it was surprisingly
subdued considering the previous evening’s successes. The
newspapers, which should have been filled with the pictures and
transcript of the debate, were instead filled by the shocking
revelations that had been made afterward. The front page of every
paper was full of stories about the confession, the subsequent
reopening of the investigation, and the possible crimes and people
with which people could be charged. Speculations as to how this
might affect Christy’s campaign were also made, but almost in a
sarcastic way. One paper even took the time to seek a comment from
Christy about his feelings about the potential impact that the day’s
events might have.
As
if having your father and campaign manager admit that he was a
murderer three days before an election could or would cost you some
votes in that same election, and whether that admission, the
potential vote loss, and the potential criminal charges were concerns
you had. The only real question in my mind was whether Christy knew
anything about it, and under Macundo law, could be charged as an
accessory before or after the fact.
As
for Phillip’s campaign, most of us had not stayed that night to see
the furor that erupted from Randall’s revelation, and so had not
discussed any of this with the rest of the group. Angela and I had
in fact, spent most of the night discussing how this revelation
affected her and the rest of her life. There were more than a few
tears that flowed that night, but I think that maybe for the first
time, the experience was a healthy one for her. While it was
gratifying for her to know how it had happened and that her father’s
killer could now be brought to justice; it did nothing to bring back
her father or all of the lost years she had spent without him. On
top of everything else, she was no doubt about to be bombarded by the
press again. There would probably be little chance of avoiding it in
light of these revelations, and she needed to steel herself for the
coming media assault. Phillip, though knowing how tender the subject
had to be, knew that it had to be addressed first thing in the
morning meeting.
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“Angela,
you know how I and all of the rest of us feel about what happened to
your father those many years ago. There is nothing that can be said
in consolation for your loss, but our thoughts are with you at this
time. You know better than anyone, that the press will be at our
door today with questions for both you and the campaign, and we will
follow your wishes as to how you would like us to handle them. What
would you like us to do?”
It
was generous of course, to let her make the choice, since what we
said or did in the next couple of hours could have a great deal of
impact on the election. It was typical of Phillip however that his
first thought was of others, and not personal advantage.
“I
would like you to tell them all to go to hell, but I won’t. On the
other hand, I will not answer any more questions for the press about
this. They have already had one chance at me during this campaign,
and I don’t want to be made the issue this close to election. Andy
and Katie, can you guys put together a statement and give it to the
press? I don’t want or need to approve it, since I don’t care in
any way what you say to them. Just make them understand that as far
as I am concerned, this is over.”
“Consider
it done sweetie,” Katie said. “Andy and I will put something
together and get it out to the sharks in the water in such a way that
they know that you are to be left alone. In fact, I can guarantee
you that it will be put to them in such a way that no one will bother
you.”
The
rest of that meeting was a series of reviews of the various
statements and responses that were given during the debate. Few, if
any of us, thought that we would be receiving any questions about the
debate over the next couple of days, but I wanted to be prepared on
the off chance that a reporter would use such a question just to find
a way to throw us off. Since our candidate had stayed on message the
entire evening, there was little for us to discuss, and the meeting
broke up fairly quickly. Andy and Katie quickly left to meet with
the writing staff on Angela’s statement, and to begin to fend off
the barrage of press people who were camped outside the Manor House.
Phillip and Lorelei had both agreed to take questions from the unruly
mob out there, in part to be able to spare Angela any further
embarrassment and in part to continue our strategy of access to the
candidate. With a clear understanding of the sacrifice that everyone
was tying to make in order to spare Angela any additional hurt, she
and I went out through the back, and into the gardens, where the
press had not been allowed to gather.
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We
walked through those gardens for what seemed like hours, mostly in
silence. Knowing that my best course was to let Angela lead the
conversation where she would, I simply followed where she led,
physically and conversationally. Eventually she began to speak of
things about her father that didn’t have to do with the work that
he did for the government or the king. She spoke of him as the man
that she had known. She spoke of similar days and walks that she
took with him through these very gardens with as a young girl. The
two of them just enjoying the sights and the smells of the flowers,
and sometimes discussing the things that were happening in her life
at the time. She was amazed that with all of the duties,
responsibilities, and burdens of his own life, that he was able to
express an interest in her lessons, her friends, and just the things
that she took pleasure in. I think what she most enjoyed of the
remembered experiences though, was the company of the father that she
so loved and admired. As she did, I could see some of the little
girl of that time begin to emerge again, and that with that
emergence, the beginning of an understanding that there was so much
more to this man’s life than the manner of his death.
“It
is a tragedy that he can’t be a part of my life any more,” she
said. “But of course in a way, because of the man and the father
that he was, he always will be.”
“Dad’s
are like that,” I replied, “and so are moms for that manner.
When we’re young, we can’t wait to grow up, move away from our
parents, and be on our own. When we finally do grow up and move away
from them, in one way or another, we find that the things that they
gave us when we were children mean that they will always be there.
We find out that what we have become and the person that we are is
really because of all those things they gave us. Our only hope then
is to hope to be able to pass something half as good on to our own
children when the time comes and because of this, contribute to own
future.”
“And
what about our future, Sean? Neither one of us has wanted to bring
it up, but is there going to be a future for us?”
“God
Angela, I wish I knew. I know that I want one. I want it more than
anything that I have ever wanted in my life. I also came to the
realization some time ago that there are a lot of things in my life
that I just don’t have any control over. No matter how much I want
to have you as a part of the rest of my life, whether or not I'll be
able to, or how long I will be with you is just one of them.”
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“I
guess that I always knew that Sean. I couldn’t expect much more
with the way that you entered my life; but just like with my father,
it was something that I just chose not to face. We've seen where
that kind of thinking can get you, so I’m just not going to let it
be that way any more. I guess that if the experience with my father
has taught me anything, it’s that we don’t get to choose when the
people that we love will leave us. We have to be able to let go of
worry on that score, and just enjoy the time that we do get
together.”
There
was nothing I could do at that point but take her in my arms. It was
a great speech on both of our parts, but I don’t think that either
one of us really bought into it. Circumstances may cause us to
accept whatever comes our way, but that doesn’t mean that we have
to like it. On the other hand, I was in love with a beautiful woman
who was in love with me; and here we were, wrapped in each other’s
arms, on a lovely warm day. Such things should not be wasted … and
weren’t.
A
lot of literature has taken great pains to explain to us that it is
better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
Perhaps there is something to all of it, but I think that such
statements are usually made by people on talk shows trying to sell
you their latest book. You would have a difficult time however,
convincing someone who has either just lost that one special person,
or knows that they are about to. There is no doubt in the world that
all of life's philosophers and poets agree that being in love is the
best thing in the world, any world.
Like
most things in life however, it's a joy that carries a price at every
stage of its existence. In the first stage of falling in love, that
price is the frustration of not knowing how the other person feels.
The exquisite torture that defines the beginning of a relationship,
when you think that you know what you feel, but unsure of your
potential partner is also part of the pleasure. You therefore hide
most of what you feel behind a self-imposed layer of indifference as
a protection for an all too fragile ego. This indifference, rather
than the love, is usually sensed by that potential partner, and
pushes them into the same shell of uncaring towards you. The dance
that ensues, as the two people gradually let down their respective
guards, and reveal more of their true feelings has been the stuff of
literature, song, and movies for more years than anyone can remember.
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The
middle stage occurs after the relationship has become firmly
established. It usually hinges on one party or the other (or both)
beginning to take the other for granted in some way. While this is
certainly not what one intends to do, it is certainly understandable
that at some point in a relationship, the constant stress of winning
the other person and the tension involved in interpersonal
relationships should be followed by some sort of let down, either
physically or emotionally. This inevitable let down causes stress
and strain again in the relationship and forces one party or the
other (or again both) to attempt to re-win their partner or face the
prospect of losing them forever. Either the partner is re-won, at
the cost of the additional effort; or the partner is lost, with the
cost of the loss of the relationship.
The
last stage is the inevitable loss of the partner. Whether through
mischance, ignorance, loss of love, or death itself; it's inevitable
that all relationships will end at some point. How large the cost is
here, is determined by the personal investments of the parties
involved, the length of the relationship, and the nature of the loss
itself.
On
the other hand, I have never met anyone, nor has anyone that I have
ever known met anyone, who has been able to make the claim that they
have never loved. Oh, they may talk about unrequited love, or love
never spoken, they may even talk about falling in love with the wrong
person (in some cases, over and over again); but no one ever claims
to have never been in love. In fact, the truest thing said about any
of this is that the only thing more costly than the pain of one of
the stages of love previously mentioned, is the personal price paid
when one is not currently in love. There is little or no doubt that
there is nothing more costly in life than loneliness.
In
the end, all we really know is that it is better to “be in love”
than to have “been in love”. While remembrance of a
relationship, good or bad, might be worth something; being in love
beats just about anything else in the world. By the way, my book
should be on sale beginning … oh, never mind.
___________________
Oh
yeah, you are also probably wondering what was happening in the rest
of the world as that next 24 hours passed for us. Well, as for what
happened to Randall after that evening’s events, he was charged
with the murder of Angela’s father the following day. The
revelation of the newsreel tape in all of the following day’s
newspapers and newsreels caused a sensation. While justice moved
slowly however, it moved inexorably. A true feeding frenzy built up
over the next few weeks, as the public looked forward to what looked
to be a particularly nasty trial.
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They
were to be disappointed however, as nothing ever came of the charges.
Randall somehow managed to escape the inevitable fallout of his
actions and the retribution that was coming to him by dying in his
sleep on the night before the trial was to begin. There were a
number of questions asked about the suspicious timing and potentially
suspicious nature of his demise, but I’m not sure that too much
effort was really put into finding the cause. The truth of the
matter was that everyone seemed grateful that the bastard was dead
and no one wanted to look too closely into how it happened. If there
was anything criminal in passing, maybe that was only justice. The
lack of any kind of trial meant that any information that Christy
might have had on the issue would ever come out however, and no
charges against him would ever be filed against him for any crimes.
(Which does seem rather suspiciously providential for Christy, I
don't mind saying.)
Randall’s
subsequent funeral was a small one. Even though he was a royal
family member, he was one who died in shame, and the only people who
seemed to be disappointed at his demise were the reporters looking
forward to a couple more weeks of headline grabbing stories filled
with the putrid details of an event best forgotten.
It's
at times like this that you're really forced you to ask yourself the
tough questions about the human race. When you take the tragedy of
the ending of a human life, add in the potential of political
scandal, and multiply that by the prurient interest of the general
public, you come up with the kind of answer that sells lots of
newspapers. The total picture that this paints of the human race is
not a particularly pretty one.
The
only thing that I can compare it to is the relationship between the
drug dealer and the addict. As reprehensible as the drug dealer is,
his services are only necessary because of the needs and desires of
the addict. Both and neither are to blame, as neither could exist
without the other. There is no good in such relationships, only bad;
and the fact that so many of us seem to be addicted to the
blow-by-blow descriptions and analysis of such events should be
troublesome to us. It will only be when we tell the world that such
things should not be treated as entertainment, that we will take our
next step forward on the path of societal evolution.
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Angela's
story however, was not the only one that was seeing some rather
startling revelations. Sources now seemed to come out of the
woodwork, hoping perhaps to see their stories lost in the landslide
of Randall's confession; and in turn further burying the rest of
Christy’s campaign in scandal after scandal over the next
forty-eight hours. Misha’s assistant confessed to his part in the
plot without the introduction of the document that she was holding,
and plead out to the crime for a deal on jail time. Katie’s
accuser, perhaps sensing the turning of the tide, dropped the suit
and admitted that the entire case was a fabrication put up by Randall
and the PAC that supported him. The real arsonist who had destroyed
Andy’s business was discovered and arrested; and he too confessed
to being part of Christy’s PAC. Christy himself had gone back into
hiding on his father’s estate, and was having nothing but ‘No
Comment’ statements from that refuge on his behalf. In the span of
just 48 hours, all of the clouds that sat over this campaign and the
people who were leading it for months had disappeared. The press was
singing our praises unceasingly for the next week, and we seemed to
sail forward on a tide of positive public opinion right through
Election Day.
Oh
yeah, the election. As you might imagine, the success that Phillip
achieved in the debate, added to the backlash caused by all of the
information that had come to light about Christy’s family and
campaign made the election a foregone conclusion. Christy lost by a
98% to 2% margin, and there was some investigation into voter
tampering on his part to make it that close. I can’t tell you that
the result presented our team with any real degree of jubilation, (I
think that most were equally happy to be out from under their
personal problems.) though it was very gratifying to be able to see
that the right man would get the job. Certainly there was
celebrating being done on Election Day, but for those of us closest
to Phillip it was all rather subdued.
We
gathered together for dinner as usual on the day after the election
results were beginning to be posted. Katie had already released a
statement to the press thanking everyone that had supported the
campaign. It was pretty amazing to realize that while we were going
through all of our trials and tribulations that apparently everyone
was on our side. Of course this might have been some twenty-twenty
hindsight in light of the recent revelations about the competition,
but who cares. No one could be found on Election Day that said that
they hadn’t supported Phillip from the start. As we sat around the
empty plates that evening, enjoying the last of the wine, discussions
naturally began as to what was next for each of us.
“I
thought for a long time, that this was it for me and that when the
campaign was over, that I would finally retire,” Andy began. “But
more and more of late, I think that I would like to begin my business
again. In fact, I might say that I have been hounded into making
such an attempt.”
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“Damn
right you have,” Katie put in. “I won’t have any partner of
mine in as a short-timer or in only half way. He’s in it for long
haul if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Really”
I exclaimed! “The two of you going into a partnership?”
“Yep,”
she said. “But not of some two-bit printing business like he had
before. We are starting a full service advertising agency that will
handle every aspect of the clients needs, including the printing.
What’s more, we’re taking my entire writing staff with us. I
can’t let people that I care about go back to the bottom feeding
life of the newspaper world.”
“But
weren’t you part of that world?” Andy asked sweetly.
“Shut
up partner,” Katie smirked, “We’ll get along a lot better and
much longer if you stop casting aspersions on my name and character.”
“Don’t
forget about me,” Misha added. “I'm going to be part of this
partnership as well. Much as I like government service, I think that
it was time that I moved on. Besides, maybe this time somebody that
knows how to can and should keep Andy from getting himself into the
financial trouble that got him locked up with this nest of thieves.
And speaking of thieves, it will also give me a chance to protect
Andy from letting his partner abuse her position and her expense
account.”
“I
never did any such thing!” Katie sputtered as the rest of us
laughed. “Hey, what about you two?” she asked looking at Paul
and Melissa.
“He
is already signed up for another movie, and I’m sure that the
exposure of the campaign will help his career immensely,” Melissa
informed us. “I on the other hand, will be taking a little time
off. You see I’m getting married.”
“Congratulations!”
came from all over the room, but I followed with the inevitable
question. “Is he someone that you can admit to, or just some movie
hunk that you couldn’t keep your hands off of?”
“Both,”
Paul replied laughing. “At least in a way he is anyway. You see,
it’s the stunt double of her co-star in this last movie.”
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Hugs
and handshakes were exchanged all around, and the ladies immediately
huddled together giggling for some time over the subject of men in
general and husbands in particular. In addition, there were bridal
showers and wedding plans to discuss. Paul shrugged; knowing that in
such discussions, brothers are no longer family, they are simply men.
It was also quickly apparent that such discussions are also a queue
to the men in the room that their presence was no longer required.
We men therefore adjourned to the patio adjoining the dining room,
and though it was premature even by Macundo standards, cigars were
passed around. Arturo’s stand was duly set up, and he joined us in
the celebratory atmosphere. Fragrant smoke soon began to fill the
area, carrying even into the dining area and drawing the ladies out
to join us. Glasses were refilled, and a toasts proposed to the
happy couple and their impending nuptials.
“Hey,
what about you?” Melissa asked, turning towards Angela. “What
can we be looking forward to in your future?”
“Well,
there are some things that I’m not sure of yet,” looking in my
direction. “I’ve never left the service though, so I expect that
I will be going back to where I left off before the campaign began.”
“That’s
not entirely true Colonel,” Phillip put in.
“What
do you mean Colonel?” She shot back, her eyes wide.
“Well,
it won’t be official until after the coronation, but a promotion
and appointment to the cabinet of the new government is already in
the works.”
Such
news called for additional hugging and toasting and was duly
performed. That it was well deserved was beyond question. That
everyone was as genuinely pleased for Angela as she seemed to be for
herself was also apparent.
As
for my own situation, no one asked, and I volunteered nothing.
Angela and I continued discussing the situation since that day in the
gardens, but with no further results. I wouldn’t ask her to marry
me, not knowing whether I could stay, no matter how much both of us
wanted it; and she would not press the issue, knowing my mind on the
subject. We could do nothing but enjoy each and every day that we
were able to spend together, and try not to look too far into the
future. The looks that the two of us got from around the patio made
me believe that we were not alone in the awareness and understanding
of our current situation.
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To
be honest with you, I thought that I would be gone the moment that
the election was over. If the truth were told, I hadn’t been able
to sleep a wink since Election Day. I kept expecting to fall asleep
in Macundo, and wake up God only knows where. I knew that if I let
that happen, it would be without Angela. The resulting stress had
played hell with my sleeping and waking, and I can’t help but
believe that it showed. There was nothing I could do to change the
outcome of the situation of course, but being helpless was not going
to stop me from fretting about my future constantly.
Wasn’t
I sent here to see that Phillip became King? Wasn’t he now going
to do exactly that? And if I wasn’t sent here to see that done,
why was I sent here at all and placed in charge of the campaign? The
questions kept coming, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted any of the
answers. I couldn’t bring myself to face a problem that I didn’t
understand, so I chose instead to ignore it. I knew that doing so
wouldn’t make it go away, but I didn’t know what else to do. I
pushed all of this away again for a time as Angela stepped up to my
side and slid her arm around me. This was a night of good news, and
I wouldn’t let my somber thoughts intrude upon it.
The
evening of celebration continued long into the night, and soon even
my lovely Angela left my side with a snuggle, a kiss, and a promise
to be waiting. The hour had gotten late, and the lack of sleep, the
two cigars, the wine, and later the whiskey had all taken their toll
on me. As I looked with somewhat bleary eyes around me, I suddenly
noticed that only Arturo, Phillip, and I were left. All the others
had undoubtedly taken their leave at some earlier point, but when
that might have happened, I couldn’t quite seem to remember. I was
attempting to blow smoke rings into the night air, which should have
been a dead giveaway to me that I was more than slightly inebriated
and should be leaving myself. Sober, I knew that I couldn’t do it
and didn’t try.
“Sean,”
a voice said, and I turned to find Phillip at my side. “I can’t
tell you how grateful that we are for everything that you have done.
I know we’ve said it before, but it is nevertheless true. I can’t
say that I understand where you came from, or even why you were sent
to us, but it has meant a great deal to me, and to all of us. I
don’t know what your future plans are, but I want you to know that
you are always welcome here.”
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“Thank
you Philip. I really appreciate the offer, but quite frankly, I know
even less than you do about what my future plans are. I think that
you know how much I would like to stay here and why, but I don’t
know if I can. I fear that as they always have been, these decisions
are not mine to make. As for the thanks, I don’t know how much I
really did, but whatever it was, you are more than welcome to it. It
was the least I could do for a truly good guy.”
“You
always have underestimated your role here,” Arturo said standing up
as he entered the conversation. “I only hope that you choose to
stay with us and continue to play some advisory role in the
government.”
‘Any
government that would be worth being a part of wouldn’t have people
like me involved with it. The kind of advice that I spread around
should be used to fertilize roses. That being said, any help that I
can give, I will; but please let’s not make this formal
arrangement, it would only ruin both of our reputations.”
“We’ll
put that aside for now Sean, but there’s something else that you
need to know about all of this that's very important. Something
that we need your advice on desperately. In fact, I would venture to
say that you might be the only one that could be trusted with this.
Sean, I am not going to become king tomorrow.”
“Huh,”
I sputtered, sobering up in an instant. “What do you mean you’re
not going to become king? What about all of that stuff about the
people and having the best leadership? What about serving the
people’s best interest? What about all of the speeches that we've
been … uh, you've been making? What about all of that stuff that
you said at the debate about serving the future? What have we been
doing all of this for?”
“I
didn’t say that I wouldn’t serve. I just said that I wouldn’t
be king.”
“Wait
a minute,” I said, trying to slow my racing brain. “There’s
something else going on here. Why the sudden change of plans? Why
do you seem so calm about throwing a job away that you have been
fighting to get? Why does Arturo seem to know what’s going on?”
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“It’s
simple enough Sean,” Arturo said, stepping up between us. “I am
the elder brother. I will be king.”
“I
know that I have been drinking boys and girls,” I replied, trying
to clear some of the fog from my head however unsuccessfully. “But
can we please run all of this by the dumb guy one more time,
preferably in single-syllable words.”
“It’s
really quite simple,” Arturo said. “As Phillip and I were
working on his preparation for the debate, we spent more and more
time together. Over time, we rediscovered the bond that we had as
young boys and never really lost.”
“I
don’t know when exactly it happened,” Phillip continued. “But
suddenly I knew that this was the brother that I had lost.”
The
brother that I had lost! This put a rather unique spin on the events
of the previous days and weeks. Of course now that I knew, I could
put the signs together;, but the implications of what they were
telling me was staggering.
“Our
father knew it, of course,” Arturo continued. “I told him soon
after it happened and I had returned to the Manor, though I suspect
that he knew it immediately. How exactly it happened, neither father
nor I was able to find out, though both of us suspected that Randall
and his family had something to do with this as well. He always felt
that he would find a way to tell the others and that in the end, it
would make no difference. But he died before he could do whatever it
was that he wanted to, and the chance was gone. That Randall was in
fact involved seemed confirmed, at least in my mind, when Christy
made the crack about the country going to the dogs during the debate.
But by then, Phillip and I had already made the decision as to what
we would do. If Christy lost the election, I would take the throne
that Phillip never wanted in the first place.”
I
suddenly remembered a similar remark on that first night that I had
met Christy, though I chose not to share it. It was only now that it
began to mean something ...
“Yeah,
OK,” I stammered, “but how can you decide that? The people voted
in Phillip.”
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“That’s
not exactly true, Sean,” Phillip smiled. “By the laws of our
election process, the people of Macundo voted against Christy, not
for anything. Since Randall’s heir lost the election, Arturo’s
heir won it. No one ever asked during or before the election who
that heir was going to be.”
“I'm
not sure I can wrap my head around that still, but no matter. Don’t
you think that there will be some kind of public outcry when you pull
this one out of the drawer?” I asked, shaking my head.
“Maybe
at first, but I think that they will see the logic of it over time,”
Arturo said.
“Wait
a minute. What about Katie? Arturo, she told me about the two of
you. Have you told her?”
“As
a matter of fact, I did last night. Though you wouldn’t know it,
she has been very important in my life for some time. I hid a
situation from her that neither of us could fix for some time, but
the choice that Phillip and I decided upon made it imperative that
she know, and know it from me. I have known that woman for a number
of years, and thought that I knew everything that might be expected
in dealing with her. I was never so thoroughly wrong. Oh sure, she
was initially surprised, but not as much as I would have thought.
What she really was, was mad as heck that I had kept it from her for
so long.”
“I
can only imagine,” I replied chuckling. “That would have been a
dressing down worth hearing.” (At this Arturo looked embarrassed,
and if I didn’t know better, I would have said that he even
blushed.) “Hey what about your heirs Arturo? I don’t want to
get too personal, but I mean…”
“You
needn’t worry Sean,” he replied. “Phillip and I have worked
that out. Katie will be my queen, and who knows, maybe some day we
can find a way to reverse this spell, or maybe it will just wear off
on its own. Then she and I can have the family that we always
planned. In the event that this never happens, Phillip’s heirs
will be named my heirs, and the succession will be assured.”
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“It
sounds like you guys have worked out most of the details, and I’m
sure that once the dust settles, if it ever does, that you'll be
able to work out the rest. I have to say that I am certainly
surprised by this, though I always thought that there was something
about you Arturo. I also appreciate you sharing this with me before
the ceremony tomorrow. Will you be unveiling this slight revision in
plans to the people at the coronation tomorrow?”
“Of
course,” they answered at the same time. “It wouldn’t do to
have the wrong brother crowned king?”
“Right,
this ought to be some party then.. Well if you don’t mind
gentlemen, I’m going to toddle off to my room and sleep on this
one. The two of you have given me quite a bit to muddle over for one
alcohol soaked evening. If I have any thoughts on the subject I will
be happy to share them with you tomorrow. In the meantime however,
if you will excuse me, I will take what is left of the night to
consider these events carefully.”
“Yeah
right,” Arturo snickered, as I turned to find my way back to my
room. “Try not to keep Angela awake all night with the snoring.”
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