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Sir Alec Connover looked over the reply from Lady Justina Valdir, Minister of External Affairs for The United Imperial Kingdoms of Macisikan and made a note of the name of her selected envoy.

"Baron Edoud Créyan......" He said aloud as he pressed the call button that would summon his long suffering assistant, Mr. Cherkess. Within moments Mr. Cherkess had entered.

"Ah, Alan, put together an appropriate reception for a Baron Edoud Créyan of The United Imperial Kingdoms of Macisikan if you would be so kind. They are prepared to dispatch him immediately, so get to it." Sir Alec said with a smile "I'll hold the fort down here."

Mr. Cherkess nodded "Yes sir, I'll make sure everything is taken care of." He then hurried off to make the preparations.

Sir Alec relaxed and put his feet up, this should be interesting, to say the least.

Cruising Altitude, Central Akmadar, Covenant of the Greater Empire of Macisikan
Baron Créyan looked out the window of the gleaming white Air Maciska Diplomatique transport. There's a certain sameness to plane trips; a certain dullness once cruising altitude has been achieved that pervades every flight.
Currently they were passing over the outlying areas of the sprawling entity that made up the Greater Empire of Macisikan, a group of dominions, viceroyalties, colonies, and dependencies that revolved around the UIK itself.

With a sigh, Edoud leaned back in his seat closed his eyes. Flights to the Klatchian Coast were rarely brief.

Some time later...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now on approach to Great Lassic. Please return your seats to the upright position..." as the captain's voice droned through a mantra nearly as old as air travel, Edoud closed his book, and stowed it away in his hand luggage. Around him his small entourage was doing the same thing. There were four dedicated Security personnel, and the other six were the usual mix of aides, legal advisor, spiritual advisor, and "junior staffers" sent with envoys.

He lacked the enthusiasm for the Klatch's curious mix of cultures and politics that fascinated the Rechtaire assigned to cover the region, Sophronsa Aryet; but he appreciated foreign lands and cultures, and was looking forward to talking to the Vaadians.

The briefing he'd received in Arn-Maciska was sorely limited; Valdir didn't consider the Klatch a threat, and so, beyond electronic surveillance conducted by sophisticated AI, the area was relatively unmonitored. The UIK had a fair idea of military strengths, political standings, conflicts and market trends, but very little knowledge of what the people were like. Hence, he had very little idea of what to expect.

The plane shuddered as it touched down; the Imperials peered out of the windows with interest, looking for their first glimpse of the Vaddian capital.

The flight over the Free Republic was mostly over vast green expanses, and Great Lassic appeared in the early evening as a glowing crown of sky scrapers around the green old city, the city of two hundred million, was to say the least, huge. The plane landed at Lassic International Airport North-East, one of the four international airports in the city, and the closest one to the House of The Republic, the final destination of the Macisikanian diplomats.

Their greeting was certainly fit for a foreign delegation, they disembarked at a terminal lined by Velite Guardsmen in their gleaming ceremonial armour and halbreds, the Macisikan National Anthem playing softly in the background, Baron Edoud Créyan was met on the red carpet by a slim neatly dressed man.

"Baron Edoud Créyan? I am Alan Cherkess, Assistant to the Minister of Foreign Affairs." he said with a short bow and offering his hand "I am very pleased to meet you, I hope your flight was decent?"

At the gates of the terminal were waiting three Jaguar XJ12 Sovereign limosines, with Macisikan flags already in place above the headlights, they offered more than enough room and comfort for the Baron and his men. Mr. Cherkess led the Baron and his entourage to the limosines.

"Well, we'd best get comfortable, it is a two hour drive to the Old City, please feel free to ask me any questions along the way. Sir Alec, the Minister of Foreign Affairs will meet us at your guest residence, where is seeing to dinner arrangements."

Vaadians loathed bureaucracy and it was political suicide for any Minister to have more than a dozen staff, so it was not unusual for Ministers to actually do some of the mundane chores, and of course, seeing to dinner arrangements was actually Sir Alec's way of making sure that the scotch whiskey laid in for the evening was satisfactory.

Baron Créyan was a little taken aback at the pomp and ceremony; after all, he was merely an envoy, not currently a full Ambassador.
The Baron, and his staff, were clad in the standard Imperial government uniform; the clothes of the gentry of late 19th/early 20th century England. The Baron himself was of later middle age, tall and gaunt, his hair peppered with grey, but his eyes as sharp as ever. Despite his rather intimidating schoolmasterish appearance, the Baron radiated an affability that made him very approachable.

He matched the Vaddian's bow in depth and duration and shook the proffered hand, exchanging pleasantries, making a light joke about the flight, not commenting on the Vaadian Minister's personal overseeing of the arrangements; but in the UIK, such a measure would be a seen as a compliment to the guest.

He followed Cherkess to the limousines, his entourage keeping pace.

...please feel free to ask me any questions along the way...
When Cherkess finished, Créyan replied.
"Well, I do not personally have any questions for you, at least not at the moment. My Minister has people to do the immediate ones for us; she likes to have the answers kept in a central database. It helps for when an Ambassador has to be rotated, or a special delegate sent overseas. This young chap-" he indicated a slim Caucasian youth who smiled at Cherkess, "- is Brian O'Reilly from the Minister's Office Of Protocol. It's his job to ask you all sorts of mundane questions and remember the answers..."

O'Reilly waited a moment, then produced a notepad; there was a list of questions.
"I apologise Ser Cherkess, this is rather painful, but necessary; we'd rather not cause any incidents over the salad dressing," he offered. "Firstly, is there any specific protocol for introducing Lord Créyan to the Minister?" he waited a moment, then continued, pausing between each question to wait for the answer* "Are there any particular topics of conversation that are taboo? Any pre-meal custom such as saying grace? Is there a particular protocol or etiquette governing meals of this sort? Are there any customs that would be common in most nations that are likely to cause offence here?"

The Imperials may have seemed overcautious, but their own customs were a minefield for the unwary. Anyway, across Klatch, Dame Anthea Aldreset was locking horns with the Alconians, and her superiors in Arn-Maciska had received an urgent request for aspirin.

*OOC Note: If you have Cherkess not answer them, then the kid shuts up after the first question.

Mr. Cherkess corrects O'Reilly "Mr. Cherkess please, I don't think I've been knighted by anyone as of yet. The Minister does preferred to be called Sir Alec, he has been knighted."

He then listens to and then answers O'Reilly's questions. " There is no specific protocol for greeting a Minister of the Council, a handshake is preferred, most Ministers prefer to be called Minister, but Sir Alec, does prefer Sir.

There are no topics of discussion that we consider taboo, there are sensitive topics, religion for one. The absolute seperation of church and state in the Free Republic means that it is an offence for a Minister to discuss religion in any formal capacity and most Ministers avoid discussing it in private capacities as well. National Defence is of course touchy, questions on that will be answered in only a vague fashion, possibly with veiled threats, other than that anything you may wish to discuss is fine.

There are no particular pre-meal or meal time customs " He pauses and smiles " Of course with the different courses, start with the silverware on the ends first. No one in Sir Alec's party will be saying grace, perhaps a toast, but if you wish to say grace, feel free to do so.

I also cannot think of any common customs that would cause offence here, most Vaadians are offended simply by the mere presence of foreigners. Xenophobia is very fashionable here, so outside of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is common that you can expect a cold reception and looks of offence no matter waht you do, until people get to know you that is.

If you are particularly religious, it is important to note that Great Lassic is full of Lassean Paulicans who suffered heavily at the hands of the Kinghts Purifier and the Inquisition, they are deeply offended by public displays of religion, of course they are also deeply law abiding so you won't be attacked or anything you'll just get dirty looks."

Mr. Cherkess knew very well of the lack of seperation of church and state in Macisikan, so he thought it best to warn them.

The drive through the city was very comfortable, if very slow at times. The city was very well planned and it was a straight shot to the Old City, traffic was the only obstacle. Once at the old city the limosines were waved through the toll booths outside the old Byzantine walls and into mthe cities gates, the walls are over thirty feet thick and driving throgh the gate house is like going through a tunnel.

Once in the Old City, the streets become cobbled, narrow and twisting, but it is only a few minutes to the House of the Republic. Passing underneath the four story statue of Prince Namaan Ilek-Vaad (The Vaad) the car then passes through the gates of the House of the Republic, and past the Greek-revival style Ministries, the Byzantine cathedral that is the chambers of the Council and back to one of the twenty some mansions on the grounds of the house, all of this sitting under the fortress on the hill, the Acropolis of the The House of Vaad.

The georgian mansion they pull up to is the guest residence chosen for the Macisikanians , it is a four story brick building with extensive grounds and gardens. They are met at the door by the staff, headed by the butler, who advance and open doors with polite bows and unload luggage as necessary.

So far, no security personnel have been spotted, the grounds of the House of the Republic, while enclosed by a wrought iron gate and fence seem wholly unguarded.

O'Reilly, who had sat still during Cherkess' explanation, closed his eyes and bowed his head when the Vaadian finished speaking; beneath the closed lids his eyes flickered rapidly, then he looked back up, and frowned.
"Ah... sorry... it's just that the correct honorific for a civil servant in the UIK is "Ser", or "Sera" if you're a woman, followed by the second name. "Sir" and "Dame" followed by the first name is the honorific for knights. There's a slight difference in pronunciation... but if you'd prefer we use "Mister", then..." he trailed off.

"Most of those aren't a problem, though if we discuss embassy exchanges our law requires that your Minister, or someone he designates to act in his place with his authority, must be informed of the relationship between the Church and the State in our nation, and how it would affect our affairs, and operate in your nation..." Baron Créyan cut him off.

"Mr. Chekess, don't worry; the Church doesn't operate off our Embassy grounds unless there's a Macisikani expatriate community here, or unless they get clearance from your government," he shrugged, "No-one wants to see the good brethren - and sistren -" that was added with a glance to a woman sitting to the Baron's right, "in trouble due to local laws on religion or espionage," he let O'Reilly take over again.

"Part of that's due to the high incidence of empaths in the Church, Sister Mary there will need to talk to you in a moment about that. Public displays of religion are not considered good manners off Church grounds, so it's highly unlikely we'd indulge in that sort of thing here... ah, we've arrived."

The Baron and his party politely waited for Cherkess to leave first, then emerged following him, looking up and around with interest.
"Very nice," the Baron commented, "Ah, thank you for taking care of those," he said to the Butler. O'Rielly whispered an explanation to Cherkess.
"I don't know the custom here, but in the UIK, it's polite, even for the Cenobraich himself, to thank the staff; they're people too."

The Macisikani didn't seem concerned in the slightest at the apparent lack of security; knowing the variance in technologies around the world, they simply assumed that the security wasn't visible.


OOC: It's Macisikani (so's the plural), not Macisikanian.

Mr. Cherkess simply nodded "That's fine, I'm sure that any relationship between your government and your church would be considered an internal matter by the Council, just don't expect them to count on it.

It's quite alright to thank the help." Mr. Cherkess then looks a bit pale and sighs and points at a rather young man, perhaps in his late 20's early 30's helpong with the bags "Oh dear, THAT is Sir Alec, Minister of Foreign Affairs."

Sir Alec upon hearing his name passes off the bag he's holding to one of the footmen and comes over to Baron Créyan and Mr.Cherkess and the assembled party.

"Ah, yes, Baron Creyan, I presume?" He says offering his hand "I am indeed Sir Alec Connover, Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Free Republic? How was your trip? It looks as though we may get snow, spring often has several false starts in Lassic, we'd best head inside."

He smiles and motions towards the door.

If Baron Créyan was at all surprised at Sir Alec's apparent age, or his helping with the bags, it didn't show. He took the proffered hand and shook it gravely while behind him his attendants went silent.

When Sir Alec finished speaking, Créyan held up his right hand, palm outwards. "Honours to your house, Sir Alec," he intoned the traditional greeting, his voice only bearing the slightest hint of an accent that was more British then anything else. That done, he looked up at the sky.

"Yes, it does seem a trifle chilly out here-" not that the Macisikani would notice, bundled up as they were, "-and my trip was uneventful, thank you. Please, do lead on."

Sir Alec nodded and led the way into the mansion, talking as he did, pausing at the coat room for the party to drop off coats, etc.

"This is Dominous House, these mansions were built by Ladislav II Vaad in 958 AD as seats for his Velites Kerbals, they were obliged that their families should live here while they administrated the holdings of the house of Vaad. The Dominous family was one of the first titled Kerbals and tended to the House of Vaad's properties East of here, up to the river Temz and the border with Coventry. They were also traditionally the Executors Lictors Kerbals, something you may call a 'Lord High Executioner.'"

The house is very old, the interior is entirely wood paneled with old slate and granite floors, just about everything they pass is antique, after travelling down the hallway they stop at an anteroom where the Butler is waiting "Greaves here will show you to your rooms, and what say we meet in the Great Hall for dinner in a half an hour?"

The Baron and his party nodded politely as Sir Alec related the history of the building, shedding their overcoats and cloaks into the coat room.

When they were delivered into the care of the Butler, the Baron looked at Sir Alec and replied "Half an hour will be fine, thank you."

On the whole they were a polite but closed-mouthed lot.

With the Macisikanis going one way, Mr. Cherkess and Sir Alec head another, to freshen up before dinner.

"Seriously Sir Alec" Mr. Cherkess starts "I think that you may have offended our guests, or at the very least put them off."

Sir Alec grins wide "Minister Adhemar once said 'you really get to know someone by putting them in awkward situations' , it'll be fine, Alan, now go and wash your hands for dinner."

Half an hour later dinner is ready to be served and the Macisikani guests are led at their leisure to a dining room with a large round table, set for a seven course meal. Sir Alec and Mr, Cherkess are already there, as the guests are seated , Sir Alec makes a little speech.

"I want to thank the UIK for sending a delegation and want to thank each of you personally for coming. Why are we here, you may ask yourselves, well I'm no philosopher but I can tell you why I've asked you to come to Lassic.

For the past two years we in the Free Republic we have focused almost exclusively with improving ties with our Klatchian neihbors and with the Klatchian Federation. While we have made progress with the manner in which they attempt to kill our envoys we have made no real diplomatic progress, with the notable exception of our closest neighbor Karmanyaka.

So now, that the Republican Council, has officially refused to recognize the Federation government, we cast our nets wider. We are looking for stable, neurtral and responsible nations with which to cement ties, your nation rise o very near the top of that list.

I hope, that over the next few days that I can show you, that despite the rest of the Kaltch, it's Eastern Corner is secure, stable and safe. I hope to show you that the Free Republic is in a position to guarantee the safety of merchants and visitors to our corner of the Klatch and that piracy, rebellion and assssination do not occur in our nation unlike other areas of the Klatch.

Where we go from there then, is entirely up to you, the sky is the limit. Now, let's eat!"

He nods respectfully to the Baron as he sits and the staff begin serving dinner.

In truth, the Macisikani were more amused by their hosts' behaviour then offended. They'd never encountered anyone quite like the Vaadians before, and Baron Créyan had the feeling he would like the young minister.

Baron Créyan listened politely to Sir Alec's speech, then gestured to one of his entourage.
Sister Mary stood, and recited the words of a ritual many centuries old.
"We thank Sir Alec of the Vaadians for his hospitality this night, and thank the people of Ilek-Vaad for sharing with us their bread, hearth, and roof."
The other Macisikani had bowed their heads as she spoke, then raised them.
"Thanks to the hosts," they muttered.

As the food was served around them, the priestess exchanged a glance with the lawyer; they were somewhat surprised, as it had been a long time since anyone had come courting the UIK.

Baron Créyan turned to Sir Alec and gave him a small smile.
"A noble speech Sir Alec, and most flattering. Truth be told our sources have not heard a great deal of Ilek-Vaad, which in the context of the Klatch bodes very well. I for one look forward to seeing your nation over the next few days." he paused for a moment, then continued. "Of course, you should be aware that my Minister has a certain operating procedure that she objects to deviating from. Should you wish to engage us seriously, there are three treaties she will offer and expect to be agreed on; an embassy exchange, an extradition treaty, and a non-aggression pact," he smiled again.

"Certain people in very high places have found it makes their lives easier if those three are in place when we engage another nation on a regular basis."

Sir Alec simply nodded appreciatively as the Sister Mary thanked her hosts and turned and listened to Baron Créyan as the appetizers were served.

"Well, an embassy exchange is no problem, that is my decision alone, and I can say that I think that is a perfect first step and a fine idea. The Free Republic normally does not sign treaties of any sort. During our long history we have the other parties that sought treaties did so with no intent of upholding them and with malicious intent in mind. It would have to be debated in the Republican Council.

In fact we only have on treaty currently in effect, a non-aggression pact with the Eternal Noldorin Empire. Most extradition treaties are struck down by the Supreme Judiciary, as legally, the Velite General must be empowered as the final decision maker in regards to any extradition request, from any source. The Republican Council is also very wary of non-aggression pacts, as in our experience nations that demand them, do so in preparation for declaring war on us, quite barbaric."

He pauses as a salad is put in front of him, a typical Lassean dish, a salad with mainly dense cabbage greens and quite a bit of aged ham, cheeses and shell fish tosses in a light vinagrette.

"Of your nation is geographically not in any real position to attack us, nor have you ever shown a proclivity towards invasion or pointless warfare. I could advise the Council to sign."

Créyan smiled as he dug into his own salad.
"Well, I'll probably get picked as Ambassador to your nation, having already been here; Ambassador-General Alarl is a practical woman. And if, no, I should say when, it takes place, we're going to have to run through etiquette; Ambassadors must present their credentials to His Most Serene Majesty, and the Court of Light is a terribly formal affair." he stopped to take a drink.

"On that extradition treaty, well, it's you to you of course, but Sir Artemis is going to pitch a fit if you don't. He's the Secretary of State for International Judicial Affairs and his pet hate is any legal problems between citizens of the UIK and those from nations that we don't have a treaty with; it's a jurisdictional nightmare," he paused to take a bite, eat, and swallow. "Our extradition treaties generally allow for the judiciary of the party... well, let me put it this way; if we wanted to extradite someone from your country, then the proceedings on your end must take place in due accordance with your laws, before a Court of Extradition or equivalent body."

He chewed on some greenery thoughtfully a moment, then swallowed.
"And as for the NAP, well, those nations are honourless scum, no offence if any are still your friends, but to pledge peace while readying to strike? In a game, OK. In this world? A most foul deed. Geographical concerns aside, as you pointed out it's unfeasible for us to attack you or vice-versa, but the Daíl will always annul the treaty before declaring war. Again, it's law." he stopped again to plough into the salad.

"Of course Sir Alec, if everything proceeds smoothly, and that blasted Union ever gets off the ground, then the link between our two nations may well open the doors for your nation to engage with our entire region. Sadly, that's a big "if" at the moment," he smiled apologetically.

Sir Alec nodded as Créyan spoke "Well, your standard extradition treaty, as I said, would not work, it would have to be modified. The only real obstacle would be the non-aggression pact, the Republican Council would want time to study and watch your motives to see if it was something that would be acceptable.

I have no problem with an Ambassador presenting his or her credentials, we Vaadians are not big on ceremony, or court preceedins and etiquette, and we do tend to take a very low view of monarchs and their retainers, but we could certainly suffer through it for the sake of better relations."

He paused as plates were collected and drinks refreshed in preparations for the appetizers.

"The Union? I assume that is a regional government? Well if it is anything like the Klatchian Federation, I would stay as far away from it as possible." He said with a smile.

Créyan delicately picked apart the remnants of his salad before it was collected.
"Modification of the Extradition Treaty is fine, we have lawyers to bicker over the particulars. It's more that we actually have one in place to take care of things should the situation ever arise," he nodded to the waiter as his plate was extracted. "As for the NAP, that's up to you of course, but you'll find Parliament a lot more co-operative with one then without."

He paused to take a drink, then continued.
"Sir Alec, I have served as Ambassador to a number of nations, so I am aware of certain other cultural sensibilities. And now I'm going to give you some free advice that some have learned the hard way; allowing your views on monarchs to be heard by those of my superiors who are... more sensitive than myself is the one way guaranteed to scuttle any hopes of good relations between our peoples." Down the table the other Macisikani had suddenly decided that the silverware was absolutely fascinating as their plates were collected. The Baron's tones, which had been warm and conversational, chilled noticably.
"You see, Constantine Augustus for us is not just a monarch. He is the Living expression of God's Will, the link between Heaven and Earth." Créyan's face left no doubt that he believed it to be true.

"The Union," his voice and face warmed again, "it is more of an attempt at regional government. Our neighbours have taken too long to ratify, and the patience of the Daíl," he pronounced it DOY-al "that's Parliament, has been exhausted. They've asked the States-General, that's the Imperial Parliament, to reconsider our position. It's likely that it will be overturned," he shook his head. "They are not impressed." A monumental understatement; the Daíl was ready to flay someone alive, while the other Imperial parliaments were fighting for second place.

Sir Alec chuckled amicably "Well, there's the rub. We in the Free Republic could care less about good relations if that interferes with honest relations. I have no doubt that you and your people sincerely believe whatever it is that you choose to believe about your monarch, and we believe that you have the right to express that openly and honestly with no fear of retribution for simply airing your opinions or beliefs. I would much prefer that we were open and honest of our differing views rather than simply dancing around them to be 'nice'. I hate nice, being nice implies that your hiding something to simply be nice, I'd rather be honest.

You won't find many people in the Free Republic that will have anything kind to say about your monarch and your god, and they do have the sacrosanct right of free speech to express their opinions as they see fit, under the law."

He pauses, but not long enough for horrified reactions "BUT, we would of course expect our ambassadors to observe your laws and protocols in regards to such things in your nation, just don't expect us to hold our tongues if we are asked for an opinion on your monarchy.

I believe it's better that you realize that we believe, strongly, that monarchies are the neanderthals of the political realm, a remnant of unevolved governance and political dogma, with no relevance in the modern world. That's that. If you, or anyone in your nation is hurt by our opinion, then, oh well."

He smiled and sipped at his drink, watching the appetizers being dished. While Mr. Cherkess sat by, looking resigned to some horrible fate.

Sir Alec raised his glass as the last appetizer was set out "Here is to our differences."

Horrified reactions were not forthcoming; in fact, Créyan smiled as he raised his glass.

"You have a fair point Sir Alec; honestly is good in mutual relations. But there's a difference between being honest, and being hurtful, and between being nice, and being tactful. Constantinus wouldn't be offended by your views. The man has heard worse, trust me, and frankly doesn't care. He'd just think you were terribly ill-mannered for saying it in front of him, as he'd see it as a deliberate attempt to offend or goad him. Culturally insensitive he calls it, when he's in a good mood. Bigotry or racism when he's not."
The Baron bent over the dish, and began to dissect it. He didn't see the point in mincing his words at the moment.

"We'd have worked out your views soon enough anyway. Aryet makes it her business to know these things, and she'd be able to pick up on something as widespread as that quite quickly. We really don't care what you say on your streets. And in any case, we have numerous intermediaries that we can and will employ if our citizens decide that your streets are too uncomfortable for them." he paused to take a drink; his voice had started to go scratchy.

"Mmm... hope I'm not coming down with something... where was I? Oh, yes. Sir Alec, no-one will ask you your opinion on the government; frankly, we don't consider the whole issue of governing ideology relevant to foreign relations. No-one in the UIK does, unless you choose to make it so. One of our closest friends is the Aztec National League. They're socialists. Rabid. We get along wonderfully, mainly by ignoring the business of ideologies and concentrating on what matters. Like trade, and security," he sampled the dish, "I say, this is quite nice."

"In all honestly, not even the most hide-bound conservative would care about your opinion on the matter of monarchies. We only take issue when, having made our mutual positions known, you then proceed to continue to espouse yours in what appears to be a deliberate attempt to insult, anger, goad, or otherwise attack us." he took another bite, chewed, and swallowed. "I suppose it's a simple matter of "we got the message the first time".
"On a side note, Free speech is protected under our law. Surely you know that we have an impeccable human rights record," Créyan sounded slightly reproachful. "For a group of theocratic retrograde mastodons," he added with a distinct smile.

Down the table the lawyer were looking at Mr. Cherkess sympathetically. He knew exactly what the Vaadian was going through, and was thanking his lucky stars that Créyan was one of the nicer ones. And that the Baron had both a sense of humour, and the ability to laugh at himself.

Sir Alec nodded "Well, see there, we don't have a problem then. We can agree to disagree on ideology and work on what common interests we do have. It is very rare to find nations that don't lead with ideology and leave common sense and tolerance by the wayside. We would never go out of the way to insult anyone, unless for some reason it was warranted, and as I said our representative to your nation would abide by your protocols. "

Sir Alec paused to eat a bit before continuing " Your citizens would certainly be safe here, no one is attacked for their ideology, we just feel that it is important , that if asked or confronted with unpleasant ideologies that we make sure that everyone is clear where we stand on it. Most other cultures think it's a bit rude, but if you think honesty is rude you are probably afraid of the truth. We of course understand that etiquette is an entirely different manner."

Mr. Cherkess looked a bit relieved, but continued to stay out of the discussion. Sir Alec didn't like to be interrupted.

Baron Créyan was silently congratulating himself on handling the matter. Down the table Sister Mary was queitly calling a blessing down on Julia Perez;
"Fortunately our First Minister is a practical woman..." he mused, "and His Most Serene Majesty is a pragmatic lad," the tone was almost paternal.

He waved a hand airily. "Like I said, we don't care about your ideology, views on them, all that jazz. It just gets in the way of real business. Like trade... And in any case, in my experience the only time the matter is ever brought up is by people who are trying to get a reaction... usually communists and fascists... mind you, cultural sensitivities are an additional complication that must be respected..." Not that you would know, you ethnocentric boy. he thought in the privacy of his own head. "Point," he continued aloud, "there was a point to this... ah, yes; if our citizens feel uncomfortable dealing with yours, we'll use intermediaries. Done it before. Will inevitably do it again. It's not an issue."

"Well , as I said, I only bring it up because our past 'friends' have used our perceived rudeness in such matters to create differences that do not really matter when it comes to nations dealing with one another."He paused as the plates were collected and the table set for the main course.

"I am certain that there will no intermediaries needed. I am confidant that we can be sensitive to your cultural values as you wil be to ours. I think it is more important that we understand that we can be open and honest with each other."He smiled and sipped at his scotch as the main course was served, a typical Vaadian dish, steak and shell fish with hardly any seasoning.

"Well, let's eat up, we can get to details later." He concluded as he started in on the steak.

Créyan shrugged, and let the matter slide. It wasn't important enough to get worked up over, and seemed to have been resolved.

The entire Macisikani delegation bent industriously over their plates; in short order the steaks were consumed, and the side dishes emptied. Occasionally a murmured comment of "I say, this is quite nice," or "Mmm... very tender..." would drift up.

Créyan looked up at Sir Alec and offered a small smile.
"I think, Sir Alec, that I can say without reservation; our compliments to the chef."

Sir Alec smiles at the compliment "I will make sure he receives that compliment. Well, when everyone is finished, we can retire to the sitting room for some drinks and perhaps a cigar? Then I will leave you to get settled in.

Mr. Cherkess has planned several events and excursions for our guests if you please, or you can tell him to take a hike and go where you please. The House of The Republic is always open during session, except on Fridays, so anyone that wants to go and observe a meeting of the Council may do so. Great Lassic has a great many attractions and many historical sites that are well over two thousand years old, I would recommend the Acropolis and The House of Vaad.

And of course we will have a meeting with the Velite General to get his approval on the extradition treaty, and I have arranged a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Trade. "

Mr. Cherkess simply nods and adds "The Free Republic also places few restrictions on the travel of foreign diplomats, you need only notify your drivers, here at the guest house, and you may go anywhere you please. Remember, everyone in this house is an active Velite Guard and can immediately and directly notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs anytime anyone wants to go where they please.

If for any reason you become lost, or seperated, simply look for anyone wearing the long grey coats of the Velite Guard and they will be able to assist you."

Sir Alec looks around to confirm that everyone is finished and stands and beckons to the sitting room "Shall we?"

Vaadians don't seem to do coffee or dessert, frivolities that take away from precious business time, no doubt.

Créyan's response was quite probably disappointing. He merely nodded and smiled, while behind him an aide produced a pocketbook and was furiously scribbling.
"I shall be sure to make a point of visiting those sites," he murmured.

At Sir Alec's invitation the Baron stood, and nodded.
"Lead the way Sir Alec," behind him Sister Mary gave a dry cough. Créyan smiled; Vaadians might not do dessert, but caffeine ought to be at home in any company.
"Might I impose upon you for some coffee?" he enquired. "I fear that some of us, including myself, are a little parched..."

Sir Alec did smile and lead the way and responded to Sister Mary's plea for coffee "Yes, there is coffee in the drawing room. I think we have an esspresso machine as well, the butler can whip you up something."

He lead the group to a very well appointed living room with a large stone fireplace and comfortable leather urniture, a nicely stocked bar and even coffee, which was being brewed and filled the room with it's scent.

Sir Alec paused at the bar and opened a box "Would anyone else care for a cigar?"

The Imperials responded with enthusiastic smiles at the mention of coffee, and when Sir Alec noted the existence of the espresso machine, the clergywoman raised her arms and said, just loud enough for everyone to catch, "Praise God and our hosts!"

Créyan inhaled deeply as he entered the room; the happy smile of the terminal caffeine addict graced his features.

At the offer of the cigar, there were polite refusals; the Baron smiled apologetically and answered "Thank you anyway Sir Alec, but my wife would have me hung from Tower Gate by my kneecaps."

Sir Alec smiled and took a cigar for himself "You don't mind if I smoke do you? I'm holding out for a woman that is enthusiastic about all of my bad habits before I get married. My mother seems to think I'll be waiting for longer than I live."

He chuckled and the butler set about making cappucinos and lattes and such as the guests desired. He wasn't terribly good at it, it was obvious that he didn't do it all that often, but he was technically profficent.

Mr. Cherkess busied himself by handing out itineries and information packets to all the members of Creyans party. He seemed relieved , but was still obviously focusing on the more formal business side of things. He took neither coffe nor scotch.

Créyan chuckled at Sir Alec's comment about his courtship.

The Imperials abstained from alcohol, and instead seemed to be gunning for the more heavily caffeinated mixes of coffee, in between snagging their itineraries and information packets.

When Créyan was handed his cup, he raised it to his nose, took a deep sniff, and muttered "God is good."

After tasting it, he settled the cup in one hand and turned to Ser Alec.
"I must say Sir Alec, that this whole business is rather unusual for us... but welcome all the same."

Sir Alec simply nodded as he lit his cigar "Diplomacy with the Free Republic is, to say the least, a unique experience."

After he lights it he tosses the match into an ashtray. "We always feel that promoting frank dialogue and mutual understanding are far more important than trade agreements and treaties. I'm not really all that concerned about friends, so long as we understand and appreciate each others stance and policies."

Mr. Cherkess waited until Sir Alec has finished and chimes in "The first item on the itinery is a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Trade, that is scheduled for ten a.m. , that should give you plenty of time to recover from any jet lag, I have that scheduled to go through lunch until one p.m. At which point I have scheduled an outing to observe the Council in open session in the afternoon, provided that all classified briefings have been conducted. I will also contact the Velite General tomorrow to see when he would be free to discuss the extradition treaty."

Sir Alec puffs thoughtfully on his cigar and checks his watch "Well, it is getting late, I will leave you ladies and gentlemen to finish your drinks and in the hands of the staff here, and I will see you tomorrow afternoon."

He bows politely and shakes hands as appropriate before taking his leave.

"In my experience Sir Alec, mutual understanding leads to trade agreements and treaties, and close friendships, and mutual benefit. Use of frank dialogue has its place in that process... usually once we are familiar enough with each other." the slight stress on the word "usually" revealed that Créyan had already concluded that the Vaadians were forthright to the point of being rude, and had discounted it as secondary.

The Baron and his aides accepted the itineraries with nods and murmured thanks, then turned back to Sir Alec as he departed.

"Fair health to you, Sir Alec of the house of Connover," Créyan said, raising his right hand, palm outwards, in a ritual farewell to the other.

"Well, Ser Cherkess, I'm sorry, Mr. Cherkess," Créyan said, turning to the now-senior-Vaadian and downing his coffee.
"I don't know about anyone else in this room, but it has been a long and rather draining day for me, and I believe that I shall turn in. Mr. Cherkess, I know that this may not be a part of your duties, but can you direct me to the people who know where we're supposed to sleep please?"

O'Rielly, the young protocol officer, stepped forward, "And could you direct me to the kitchens... caterers... whoever looks after the food..." he yawned and covered his mouth "Terribly sorry Mr. Cherkess, I'm just rather tired..."

Sir Alec bowed politely and took his leave of the party.

Mr. Cherkess nodded and motioned to the butler "Mr.eave can see you to your quarters and help you with any other business that needs to be attended to in the house."

Mr. Reave bows politely "Yes sir, for those of you that are ready, your rooms are prepared, and I can take Mr. O'reilly to the kitchen to meet with the kitchen staff. There is a call button on the intercoms if any of you should require me at any time."

With that he lead them on to their rooms and Mr. O'reilly to the Kkitchen. Mr. Cherkess said his goodnights as they left.

The next morning the Imperials were up and dressed early; the jet lag effect seemed mild at best, thank God.
With the breakfast, and caffeine deprivation, taken care of, they assembled downstairs, in the entrance hall, around 9:30 to await their escort.
At least, I hope there's an escort Créyan thought. Damn embarassing otherwise...
He was currently playing rounds of Bridge with three of his staff. They all looked remarkably well-rested, and O'Reilly had already made a note to thank Cherkess for the accomodations at some stage.

[ooc: Sorry, completely forgot about this thread...]

At about ten minutes to 10 am , Mr. Cherkess strolled up to the entrance of the mansion and entered the hall.

"Ah good morning, " he said with a slight bow " I'm glad to see everyone looking refreshed, the first thing I have scheduled for today is a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Trade. Her offices are a short walk away, so I didn't see the need to have the cars brought round.

We can head thee now, and if any of your party do not need to be involved in a meeting on foreign trade, we can entertain them here, or arrange for tour of the city perhaps?"

He waited expectantly.

It was O'Reilly who answered first, while the Baron gathered the cards and secreted them about his person.
"Good morning Mr. Cherkess," the young man said, "Yes, very refreshed: the accommodations are very comfortable, thank you."

Behind him the Baron glided over.
"Now, we're going to need the lawyer, the priestess, and young O'Reilly here. Oh, and me. Everyone else will be happy to take you up on that offer of a tour of course. Does you good to get out. Do let them know if they can take photos or not." he glanced around; the mentioned individuals had already assembled themselves behind him.

"Everyone ready? Yes? Good," he turned back to Cherkess and donned a hat like a chimney. "Lead on good sir."

Mr. Cherkess nodded "Of course they may take pictures, I will have the car come around and pick them up and I will take them on a tour of Great Lassic right after I have dropped you off in the nads of the Minister of Foreign Trade's staff."

He lead the Baron and his party out of the gate where an escort of four Velite Guard awaited them. It was a short walk to the House of the Republic, it would be visible from the guest mansion if not for the trees. They ae lead into the large Byzantine Cathedral and back through the halls to a domed meeting room with large stained glass windows looking out to the South. There is a round conference table withpitchers of water and coffee standing by and several executive looking people milling about. They are greeted by a tall striking woman with her blonde hair in tight cornrow braids in a very smart business suit.

"Baron Créyan, This is Madrid Arden. Minister of Foreign Trade." Mr. Cherkess makes the introduction and and introduces the rest of the party.

Minister Arden offers her hand with a slight nod "Pleased to meet you. Won't you and your staff take a seat? I will try not to take up too much of your time."

Mr. Cherkess excuses himself to go out and meet the limosine.

If the imperials had been impressed by the architecture, they hid it extremely well. But then again, knowing the mishmash of architectures that comprised the government buildings in Arn-Maciska, it was more likely that they were used to it.

"Pleased to meet you madam Arden," the Baron said, accepting the offered hand and shaking it firmly. Behind him, his aides were silently taking their seats. Disengaging from the Minister, the Baron joined them, and sat in polite silence.

Minister Arden smiled as they sat and picked up a laser pointer, one of her assistants turned on the large plasma screen at the back of the room, which opened up displaying a map of The Free Republic and the Klatchia (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7974291&postcount=3), like all Vaadians, she got straight to the point.

"The main purpose of this visit is to dispel some misconceptions about the region the Klatchian Coast and The Free Republic's place in it."

She pauses, pointing to The Free Republic on the map of the Klatch.

"First, The Free Republic, is not a part of the Klatchian Federation. We have in the past noticed many nations issuing travel warnings and trade warnings because of unrest in the Klatch, this unrest has not touched The Free Republic."

She moves the pointer to the map of The Free Republic "As you can see we dominate the Eastern corner of the Klatch, and from our coast to six hundred miles out are free of the usual Klatchian pirates, the eastern entrance to the Klatch is secure, and peaceful. The unrest, is mainly caused and centered in The Federation."

She motions to the whole rest of the Klatchian map "The Federations policy of refusing to quell rebellion and allow member states fall prey to coup after coup, four this year, and then accept the coup leaders as the legal government has given every warlord in the Klatch design on rule and hindered peaceful democracies."

She then points to Karmanyaka on The Free Republics Western border "The coup in Karmanyaka, while ignored by the Federation, was defeated by our Retaliatory Guard and the legal, elected government was re-instated and now Karmanyaka is nearly as secure as our Republic. During all this despite repeated Federation threats to declare war on The Free Republic for interfering in the coup, The Federation did nothing."

She looks back to the Baron "The Federation fears our Retalitory Guard, and because of this, the whole of the Eastern corner of the Klatch untouched by their internecine warfare. Trade, travel and commerce remain robust, and safe. The Free Republic insures this."

The image changes to one of sea-ports and then scrolls through airports, factories and wharehouses.

"The economy of The Free Republic remains robust, and our automobile and high tech industries thrive. Ethanol and Bio-Diesel has replaced petroleum fuels, naturally made citrus oil plastics has provided an alternative to oil based plastics, and the enviroment of the Free Republic thrives, despite a robust manufacturing and mining industries."

The screen changes to pristine beaches and endless forests. "Above all The Free Republic remains open and free of the chaos in the egion, safe for investment and boast eight billion consumers. While our trade policies remain restrictive foreign trade is at an all time high."

"An Embassy in The Free Republic would allow your industry and inside rack in meeting the environmental and trade policies of The Free Republic, opening a vast new market."

She paused there, looking for any questions.

*****
Maenwhile outside Mr. Cherkess caught up with the car and directed the driver to the House of Vaad, a mere two blocks away turning to the tourists.

"The House of Vaad was founded in the year of 800 AD. The fortress you see on the hill was built by The House of Vaad with the aid of the master architects of the Byzantine Emperor Nicephorus II, who bestwoed on Prince Lhasa Vaad the title of Lascis Rex."

Within minutes they are the front gate and are admitted by the black armoured Velites Kerbals, wearing 10th century banded armour and great helms bearing large legionairy shield bearing white scorpions and the epithet 'Servo Quod Servo, Domus Vaad' the car pulls through the main gate and through the gate house. The main cobbled concourse was built to allow ten horses to pass abreast all the way down to the foopt of the hill behing the 10' thick 22' high walls.

The car pulls into a circle at the top of the hill and the enormity of the place dawns on them. From below the it looks like a squt fortess but up on the hill one realizes it is made up of dozens of fortifications and cover the whole top of the plateau.

Eyes which were bright and alert throughout the presentation dulled slightly when the Vaadian paused, before lighting up again. They politely refrained from commenting on the state of affairs that Port Olympus rather strangely referred to as "stability", but interest was clearly perked when Arden mentioned the Klatch's ineffectiveness.

"I take it then that the Midlonians are co-operative, or at least not obstructive, with your efforts to keep the seas clear of pirates," Créyan "asked" smoothly. "Still, I am not surprised by the Federation's reluctance to engage you, the, ah, last nation to, shall we say, become entangled in a military conflict was substantially smaller then the Free Republic..."

As Créyan's voice trailed off, the lawyer leaned forward.
"Stefano Granzia," he identified himself. "Madam Minister, just to confirm; there is no recognised legal authority that the Federation has over you?"

Inwardly Créyan was smiling; the Vaadians seemed a decent, respectible, and above all, sensible people. When they weren't harping on about their political beliefs. Unlike their counterparts in Dyelli Beybi, who couldn't seem to be able to govern for five continuous minutes, or the Alconans, whose stiffness approached the painful. And as for Port Olympus... any passing telepath would have been able at that moment to pick out of the Baron's head the image of an elegantly dressed man, with thinning silver hair and spectacles, sneering.

The priestess darted a concerned glance at her superior.

******************

The other staffers wore the vaguely interested expressions of tourists everywhere; it flickered to interested and vaguely impressed at the sight of the massive fortress. One or two of them raised cameras, then turned to Cherkess with the universal "is this OK with you?" expression.
"Is photography permitted in this area?" one of them asked.

OOC: I forget Midlonia was on that map, they are no longer in the FKC, sorry!

Minister Arden smiled at the questions " We have sent a Special Envoy to Port Olympus, his assistant was attacked with a missile. We sent a member of the Council to meet with Parliament, he never even saw parliament hill. The only person that Port Olympus has even vaguely acknowledged was Prince Corum Vaad acting as our Advocate, and by acknowledge, I mean he had lunch with a member of the Privy Council. Despite the fact that we have always backed our Federation Neighbors and the fact that we offered a treaty that was very generous to them, the largest and most powerful states, Vrak, Alcona and Hubris and The Lords of War, seem absolutely terrified of the Free Republic and apparently believe that engaging with us will cause them damage, to their monarchies I imagine. The Fre Republic only has one tenth of the forces of the Federations JDF, but so far everytime the JDF has taken the field, our Retaliatory Guard Marines have ended up rescuing JDF marines from being bombed by JDF air forces, their state of training, lack of communication and unprofessionalism leads our Retaliatory Guard Command to list Federation forces as a 'non-threat'.

That is fine, we no longer recognize the Federation, they can cower from us all they please. We still have individual relation with our friends, Karmanyaka, Tanah Burung, North Germania, so we could care less about what goes on in Port Olympus."

She turns to the lawyer "The Free Republic does not even recognize the Federation of Kltachian States as an entity. We have no binding legal ties with Port Olympus or The Federation and no legal obligations to the Federation. Federation currency, passports and flags of port are not allowed in The Free Republic. Three years of refusing to even allow us an Ambassador in Port Olympus sent us the message that they did not require our friendship, or even our aquaintance."

Dealings with The Free Republic, in either business or diplomacy will be one hundred percent free of Federation entanglements. I am sure you can all see the benefits of that?"

She pauses and points now to the screen again which has begun showing lines of Battleships, aircraft carriers and Battlecruisers. "We realize that we live in a region perceived as lawless and threatening, unfriendly to foreign trade and cut off from the outside world, which is why we strive to make sure that our corner of the Klatch is safe and free from the lawlessness and confusion of our neighbors. The Free Republic prides itself on being a pinnacle od stability in the Klatch with the same, elected governments for over a thousand years , solid, reliable currency, and the military might to form a bulwark against the rest of the Klatch to protect ourselves and the investments of our allies."

She concluded there again to await any more questions.

*****

Mr. Cherkess nods "Photography is allowed every, except where there are paintings and tapestries, the flash you know."

He waits for them to soak up the facade before leading them in the enourmous double doors , which open on a long hallway, lined with nearly two hundred portraits.

"These are the portraits of the Patriarchs of the House of Vaad, starting here........" he motions to the first painting on his right, a portrait in the stylized Byzantine icon theme "with Lhasa Vaad and endind down there with Corum Vaad."

He walks slowly down the hall letting them look at the exquisite paintings, half of them well over a thousand years old, with names like Lasar I Vaad, Tomislav Vaad, Namroth Vaad, Ladislas Vaad, Namaan Vaad.................

OOC: Nevermind. At least you have a map.

IC:
Again, eyes dulled, then brightened again.
Once his expression had re-animated, a process slightly longer then the others, Créyan leaned forward.
"Personally I'm rather taken aback; we have had more luck in talking to Port Olympus then you, and we aren't the most receptive of nations. That said, Federation entanglements are undesirable. There's only a certain amount of... obstruction we'll deal with before our patience runs out. At which point, business is cheaper elsewhere."

Granzia glanced at the table, as if there were documents laid out before him, then looked up.
"Your nation has been certified with a reasonably high rating by the Board of Trade, with good marks in personnel security. I rather doubt there will be serious objections to engaging in commerce with your nation. Though we should probably discuss at some stage what markets are available... milord?"

The Baron nodded.
"True. Your economy is quite robust, and, now that it's been confirmed that deals with you don't involve giving Port Olympus a share, procedural blocks should be rare. I think that our two nations could have a very profitable relationship indeed. The only question remaining is in which area? These days, unless we're brokering, we tend to run into a dilemma when trading with most of the world. They don't have anything we want, we don't have anything they can afford. The real exception is in raw materials, and medical supplies."

Absolutely nothing the Baron had said couldn't be garnered from a glance at the Aldet Markets... if you could wade through the jargon that is.

***********

There was a chorus of "clicks" at the facade, then the cameras were lowered for the tour down the gallery. The portraits were subject to close scrutiny; occasional compliments about the workmanship drifted out.
The same aide that had asked the photo question turned to Cherkess at the third painting.
"Am I right to understand that the V'aad, sorry, Vaad line is patrilineal?" he asked. This one seemed to be the spokesman.

Minister Arden turns and nods to one of her aids "I was just getting to that" the aid passes out the typical Vaadian trade outline (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=351815) and Minister Arden continues.

"We do have several companies that export raw materials. This list is an outline of the more major areas of trade. The steel industry is alos big in Hammerstead in the Free REpublic, but most of that is consumed domestically since no trading partner has yet been found that can produce steel in an enviromentally friendly manner as our mills can.

Jaguar-Daimler Motors LTD is the sixth largest automobile manufacturer in the world and one of the largest defence contractors. Of course a license from the Ministry of Defence would be required to deal in military hardware."

*****

"Yes, the line of the House of Vaad is patrilineal" Mr. Cherkess answers as he continues, leading the party into the large domed throne room at the end of the hall.

"This is the reception room." He motions with his arm to the room as they enter, it is a large room, enpy save for a raised dais with a throne and a glass case showing off the Byzantine er crown, sceptre and orb of the King of Lassic. Large fescos dominate the walls. Mr. Cherkess poionts to the left wall "This painting depicts the Battle of Trozen at which King Ladislas Vaad was defeated by King Alfred III Arden of Coventry. He pauses and motins to the right wall, showing a chaotic painting of a man leaping into a wall of white clad crusader knights. "This is a painting of the Battle of GlennHale at which Namaan Vaad, The Vaad , defeated William the Righteous and the Knights Purifier, shortly after which the King of Coventry surrendered, Coventry controlled Lassic from 1000 ad until 1210 ad when The Vaad defeated them."

He finally motions to the back wall, depicting the painting of Prince Namaan on the very throne in this room, in robes of state and with several hundred regimental flags of defeated foes stacked to his left and right, and the flag of the House of Vaad rising behind him , a black flag with a stylized swirling gold comet.

"And finally The Vaad on his throne, painted from life in 1215 ad."

Créyan leaned back and studied the list of exportable items.
"Unfortunately we have no need to import steel from you... iron ore perhaps, but not steel..." he glanced up from the sheet. "You see, our industries are problematic in that they tend to be very efficient, leading to us having a massive thirst for raw materials to process... and there aren't many who can keep up with the demand, while satisfying our own environmental requirements," he smiled blandly. "Political considerations."

"Fertiliser..." Sister Mary murmured. "They export fertiliser..." the Baron's head snapped down.

"Now, that could be useful... let's see now, I'm going to be rude for a moment, sorry..." he produced a pen, and bent over the paper, crossing out items. When he'd finished, the list had been slightly reduced:


Raw Materials/Fuels:
High-Grade Bio-Diesel (made from soy)
Lumber Products (Ilek-Vaad engages in enviromentally sustainable logging)
Granite
Marble

Manufactured goods:
Super Sonic Air Transports

Agricultural Goods:
Corn and corn products
Soy and soy products
Fertiliser
Bananas
Sweet Potatoes

Weapons had been crossed out entirely.

"You see, ever since the construction of the TransNet, air travel has been rendered obsolete in the Covenant," the Imperial explained, tapping the super-sonic aircraft listing. "Not to mention it raises merry hell with the air quality. We only use it for getting to very remote locales, or travel overseas. But the airlines are always looking for places to buy their planes." Edoud cleared his throat. "Sadly your automobile manufacturers won't find a market in the Covenant. We are well-served in that area by domestic industries... Oh, and the Secretariat will want to see an environmental impact statement on the logging, to satisfy the environmental requirements." the Baron's voice trailed off for a moment.

"Now," his eyes went unfocused, as if he was looking at an internal list, "We export a great deal of manufactured and industrial goods; whitegoods, computers, vacuum cleaners, speakers, solvents and chemicals, etc., and of course, medicines. In vast quantities. We also grow a great deal of tea. Your export list indicates that you do not require most food or food products, so there's no need to discuss that."

Sister Mary leaned forward.
"We also specialise in certain... enhancements not normally available elsewhere," she said. "Depending on the views of your people, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement there as well."

*********************

"A rich history," the spokesman said, to nods from the others. "And such exquisite art to commemorate it... I must recommend my Lord Baron discuss a cultural exchange with your nation," he looked around again. "The galleries would fall over themselves to display even facsimiles of these works."

Minister Arden nodded "Enviromental Impact statements must be current and kept with each and every company in The Free Republic. Large Corporations are always at least 10% owned by The Republican Council , and there is always a Council appointed board member that you can deal with if you feel you are being stonewalled on any enviromental , quality, or labor concern, and of course there is always my office."

She smiles "Imports of high quality, even if they are of a product already available, are always in favor in The Free Republic, the average citizen has an average of ten thousand Drachma a year in disposable income, multiply that by eight billion" she pauses and raises her eyebrows "You're bound to find at the very least a niche market worth millions a year."

She pauses and clears her throat at the mention of 'enhancements' "Chemical enhancements are illegal inThe Free Republic."

*****

Mr. Cherkess nods and smiles "Well, then you are in for a treat."

He leads them out via a large double door to the right of the back wall, it opens into a larger domed ballroom. The floor is resplendant with mosaics made of semi precious stone , the rounded rotunda is collonaded with marble columns and the center of the dome is pierced, like the Pantheon in Rome, casting a circle of sun on the floor.

The room is lined with glass cases filled with literally hundreds of suits of armour, swords, staves, robes and paintings, many older than two thousand years.

"The House of Vaad has always maintained a practice of keeping one of every item when armour, helmets and swords furnished to their Velites Kerbals."

He pauses at a suit of burnished black scale armour from the sixth or seventh century "Here is a suit of armour worn by Phocas Adnan, who served as Sebastors Executor Kerbal in the late seventh century to the pre-lassic House of Vaad." he walks slowly and pauses at a suit of banded armour , also burnished black "This is armour that belonged to Vareg Imro, Executor Exarch Kerbal in the tenthy century."

He smiles and lets then wander about looking at the various displays. "The contents of The House of Vaad are priceless."

"Chemical enhancements?" the priestess shuddered delicately. "Nasty dangerous things. Carcinogenic more likely then not... No, I meant joint replacements, neural implants, anti-stroke meshing. That sort of thing. But if you have objections, the Board will put it on the restricted list and you needn't worry," she shrugged.

"The Board of Trade oversees commercial matters in the UIK," Créyan took over smoothly. "They take an extremely dim view of trading companies stonewalling clients on legitimate concerns. But always use a lawyer when you see them; they're not too fond of having to do other people's homework. At the Covenant level, the Council of Trade would be the final body, but each electorate and minor state has its own equivalent of the UIK Board. Now..." his eyes dimmed for a moment, "... our exchange rates are nicely aligned, so I do not see any pricing obstacles to the sale of consumer goods. And we pride ourselves on quality of our goods. Mainly because life is easier that way." he paused again then cleared his throat.

"I believe that we are going to be entering into a very profitable relationship," he said with a smile. "I think we shall be looking forward to trading with you... and of course I ought to add, that our regional neighbours, though a little, shall we say, stiff, have a great deal of loose change on their hands; I think that we can help you there."

To say that Créyan was pleased by these discussions was an understatement. The man was very pleased indeed; the Vaad weren't letting a little thing like a governing system get in the way of making everyone's wallets mutually fat, and had a knack of getting to the point. Another thing was that none of them had talked down at him. According to the Rechtiare back home, Dame Anthea's experience with the Alconians hadn't been nearly so pleasant.

*******

The imperials dispersed rapidly around the room, gazing in fascination at the artefacts. It was clear from the looks on their faces that Cherkess had finally succeeded in impressing them.
The spokesman nodded at the "priceless" comment. "Indeed, and there are many of them... I think therefore, facsimiles would be better for display..." he looked around the room again. "They are also very fortunate to have survived the conflicts your nation has endured intact. We know of so many nations who have lost their heritage to war."

Minister Arden nods "I do not see any real barriers to our establishing trade relations, it would perhaps be easiest if my office was to deal directly with the Board of Trade to establish a smooth transition for companies on both sides wishing to conduct rade, at least until our peoples are familiar enough to conduct such transactions and negotitations on their own."

She nods to Sister Mary "Medical devices, procedures and medicines must be aproved by The Ministry of Internal Affairs, any medical procedure approved by the Ministries Board of Health are perfectly legal. My office can point any of your medical comapnies in the right direction for obtaining such approval."

Minister Arden smiles pleasantly "Well, I think this has been a very productive meeting, do any of you have any questions?"

*****

Mr. Cherkess smiles "Well, The House of Vaad had a knack for staying around, even after defeat. The loyalty of the Velites Kerbals always meant that even when invaed and defeated it was alwayts safer and easier for the invaders to leave the House of Vaad intact, rather than deal with continous revolts by the Titled Kerbals who depended on the house for, well, everything.

I know that in the past the House of Vaad has allowed some of their artefacts to travel so long as it was accompanied by Velites Kerbals security.

It is also interesting to note that in the Southern Tolteca Republic there are temples, palaces and pyramids some that date back nearly nine thousand years. That coupled with the warm weather, miles of pristine beaches make it the number one tourist destination in The Free Republic."

The imperials seemed quite pleased. The Vaadians were making an impression as a sensible, level-headed people. At Arden's closing remarks Créyan smiled warmly, while Sister Mary nodded and murmured a quiet thanks in response to the Minister's answer.

"Indeed Madam, a most productive meeting." he looked to either side; there were negative responses. "Well, I think that's about it actually. The Board of Trade will be anticipating your call, and will probably give you the numbers of several consulting companies if you want advice and assistance in dealing with other bodies..." he paused for a moment, then looked up brightly.
"Actually I have one question; what would you say if I were to propose a toast to our future relations?"

*****

The spokesman nodded in response to Cherkess's statements. His face went blank for a moment, then returned to normal.
"Perhaps at a future date we shall have the Secretariat for Culture contact your government to arrange exhibits. And your description of Southern Tolecta, sorry, Tolteca Republic makes me think that there will be quite a few academics interested in looking at the archaeology... Of course, the universities will clear that first, but I can tell you the anthropologists will be foaming at the mouth the instant they find out."

Minister Arden nodded and smiled to Baron Creyan. "Not at all, I think a toast would be appropriate."

*****
Mr. Cherkess smiled broadley "Well, hardly archaeology, nearly all of the Tolteca temples and palaces are intact and in cities like Costa Tula, Tollan and Costa Mela, there are still many stone homes in use."

Mr. Cherkess wasn't normally this proud of Vaadian history, but he had found a rarely receptive audience.

OOC: I'm assuming glasses of something bubbly were provided.
IC:
Créyan stood, and raised his glass; his countrymen followed suit.
"To the UIK, to Ilek-Vaad, and to many, many years of prosperous friendship between us," he said.

********
The spokesman shrugged, attempting to convey with that movement that his specialty was in administration and international affairs, not history.
"Still," he said, "it is something to be proud of."

The conference room , like most of them, did have a well stocked bar. Minister Arden raised her glass as Creyan toasted and added simply "And to understanding and friendship."

She finished her drink and smiled "Well, it looks like we've wrapped things up earlier than I had anticipated, I will find out where the rest of your groups is and we can join them?"

*****

Mr. Cherkess nodded "I thank you, it is not often that we have official visitors that are so appreciative of art and history."

Créyan drained his own glass with a flourish, and smiled as he set it down.

"We were all efficient, and had a fair idea of what we wanted. And we both have a goal we can work together for; the mutual fattening of wallets," he smiled again.
"But yes, the others, I understand they had a tour of the House of Vaad... or "the city", not quite sure... We can join them, unless you'd rather discuss something else?"

*****

The spokesman nodded in response to Cherkess and smiled, excuing himself to join one of his fellows to examine a case holding a well-cared-for sword; the other had beckoned.

Minister Arden shrugs "I think we've pretty much covered the things that we are equipped to deal with. I will have my assistant contact Mr. Cherkess to see exactly where they are at. It is getting close to lunch time, so I can make sure you all rendevous at a nice spot for lunch."

Her aid scurries off to make the phone call.

The House Of Vaad is a mere fifteen minutes away and it is no problem to bring Baron Creyan's group together in the main hall of the House of Vaad, where incidentally lunch is being server in the dining room, it is a very well thought of restaurant, mainly serving tourists that want to spend the whole day at the House of Vaad.

Mr. Cherkess lets his portion of the group mill around in the main hall until the rest arrive.

"Well, now that we're all here, I'll give you all a bit more ime in here, until lunch is ready."

Créyan and his party took their leave of Arden, and sat in silence for the journey to the House of Vaad.

Acknowledging Cerkess's comments with a nod, the Baron's party joined the other group in circulating around the artefacts. By the time lunch was ready, a career diplomat would be able to recognise the subtle tension in Créyan's stance that indicated that he was bored; the others had picked up on their superior's mounting disinterest and had drifted away from the displays.

Mr. Cherkess ushered the party into the dining hall for lunch, quickly as he had noticed Creyan's ennui.

"This main dining hall originally held a smaller ball room, and was originally converted into a cafeteria for tourists visiting The House of Vaad." He explained as the staff quickly seated them at a large, wrap around booth in the sumptuous hall, quickly filling up with business men and women as well as a smattering of tourists, those that are appropriately attired.

"It gained stars as well as a formidable reputation when Lord Erbil Vaad decided to take his meals here, and his persoinal chef was put in charge, something that is still the case." He motions as the menus are handed out to a roped off section in the corner "That is where the Lord Vaad takes his meals when he is in the house."

He took a menu himself and looked it over "After lunch I have arranged for us to meet with Layne Al Azarad, assistant to the First Republican and to observe the Republican Council in session."

They'd looked attentive as Cherkess explained the situation, but hadn't offered comment.

"A sitting of your parliament," Créyan murmured to himself. "Should be interesting... depending on how lively it gets, of course... I look forward to it." the last was said in more normal tones.
The other Imperials had accepted their menus; the most common question ran along the lines of "so what does the kitchen recommend for a ...?"

The Imperials were forgoing the discussion of business over lunch in favour of small talk; most of it concerned a set of horse races in the outlying Covenant, but Sister Mary was speculating on which Imperial museums would be bidding to be the first to exhibit Vaadian artefacts, while Créyan was caught up in explaining the rules of a complex variant of bridge to a younger member of the delegation. Judging by the perplexed look on the youth's face, the attempt wasn't very successful.

Body language, and the occasional directed comment, indicated that Cherkess was welcome to join any of the three rough circles of conversation anytime he liked.

Mr. Cherkess smiled "Well, not so lively since the Progressive Party captured a command majority, but don't worry, it will be a short session this afternoon."

The menu was a typical Lassean menu, heavy on beef, pork and lamb. The rack of lamb was the most highly recommended dish.

Mr. Cherkess seemed interested in the horse racing conversation, and listened intently for a minute to that waiting for an appropriate break to make a comment. "I know most visitors that see a Lassean horse race are always interested by the no saddle rule, I'd certainly be interested in taking in one of the races in your nation. Is betting allowed?"

The Baron merely returned Cherkess' smile. He found the debates of the various Covenant parliaments to be fascinating. Not so much for what was said, but for the way they said it.

One of the racing enthusiasts nodded in reply to the question.
"Oh, yes, betting is allowed, though monitored. The governments keep an eye out for problem gamblers, that sort of thing."
"And the industry is a royal monopoly; they don't mind you running an office pool, but take exception to anything bigger," another interjected.
"I doubt he's planning on that," the first replied with a withering glance at the second. "No saddles you say? That does sound interesting. Does it adversely affect their performance?"

Mr. Cherkess looked interested as he replied " Well, the Lassean jockey's train without saddles, so it's not much different for them, though you tend to see much larger jockeys. The smaller ones tend to have a rougher time of hanging on and controlling the horse without a saddle.

I've heard comments that the races are slower because of that, but they also tend to last for about ten miles, so they are longer. There are betting shops on most blocks that have heavy business traffic.Most of the betting shops also have odds on international races, something your Royal Monopoly might want to see about franchising out?"

Appetizers and drinks were served and cleared away in good order and the main courses were brought out.

The racing circle listened attentively, nodding here and there. When Cherkess had finished speaking, one leaned forward slightly.
"As long as you have some sort of program in place to take care of problem gamblers, I think the... which one is it?"
"Lord Chancellor."
"No, LC is political. It's the Keeper of the Privy Seal."
"Yeah, KPS. KPS will be happy to franchise out if you've got that in place," the speaker paused as his meal was set down. "They've always taken the view that it's going to happen anyway, so regulation is better then prohibition; best keep it where we can see it."

Créyan had gotten exactly no-where in explaining the card game.

Mr. Cherkess shrugs "That I wouldn't know, I know every betting shop is required to prominently display the numbers and locations of gambling counselors and such, but there is no active monitoring of gamblers. It would be against the law.

The Free Republic's privacy laws are very strict"

The main courses were served and cleaned up and everyone was served coffee(!) not typical in Ilek-Vaad, but a good number at diners at the House of Vaad were tourists and it was implemented to cater to their needs.

Mr. Cherkess declined the coffee "I'm sure that if anyone attempted to monitor a person's gambling habits, the Supreme Judiciary would start making arrests left and right.

The Imperial who had just spoken accepted the coffee with a murmured thanks, and listened attentively to Cherkess.
"What you have described will probably satisfy KPS. Just as long as there's something."
"Let Sir Silvanas, Secretary for Trade, know about this deal Mr. Cherkess," Créyan interjected. "He doesn't like surprises and is a lot more agreeable if you tell him about these things."

Looking around the table, one would note that they'd all accepted the coffee, and were looking rather pleased about it. In fact, they were absorbing it at a rate that suggested that their lives depended on the next fix.

"Nice brew," the priestess commented.

Mr. Cherkess nodded politely to Baron Creyan "Of course, all the proper procedures would have to be followed first. Yet another area of common interest that be explored in due time."

He watched rather pleased at their reception of it, he smiled politely to the priestess "I was told at some time that I can't remember that The Lord Vaad buys a Jamaican bean of some sort, that he is rather fanatical about. All I know for sure is that it is thirty four Drachma a pound."

Mr. Cherkess then waited politely for them to digest and finish their coffee before preparing to herd them back to the cars and then back to the House of The Republic.

Créyan nodded as he sipped his coffee.

There was a pause on the part of the priestess while mental arithmetic took place.
"Comes out to be around seventy-four rachmas, ninety-five centis and seven tenths a kilo," she concluded aloud.
"Give or take a few centis," Créyan added. ""Expensive, but the taste is worth it."

He set his empty cup down with a gentle but rather definite chink.
"I think we're done here. Thank you, ser, for gifting us a meal in this fine establishment," while he spoke the delegates pulled themselves together. "Now, unless there's any other business to attend to, I believe we can be off to the next part."

Mr. Cherkess smiled and nodded and ushered the groups back to the cars and then back to The House of The Republic, only about five to ten minutes away at most.

It was nearing 1 PM and the Republican Council was entering open session, Baron Creyan and his group were seated in the Minister of Foreign Affairs section, reserved for his staff and guest. The Council Chamber is housed in the House's main dome, which was once the Altar area of the cathedral, the only thing left of the altar is the raised dais, with is cordoned off by velvet rope and on top of which sits a throne with a sword leaning against it, The Seat of The Vaad.

Directly before it, the circular room spreads out with the seating gallery going out to each side like an auditorium, with two balconies, it looks as thought it could comfortably seat several thousand. In the center of the floor is an oval table with a lectern at one end, plasma screens at various strategic viewing points and laptop computers at each of the eleven seats.

The auditorium filled slowly, mostly with reporters and camera men, it filled to about one-fourth capacity. After several minutes the ten Council Members entered followed by the First Republican, who paused at the lectern to retrieve the gavel and then took his seat beside it.

As everything go ready to get underway Mr. Cherkess says in a quiet tone "If you have any questions about the proceedings, go ahead and ask and I will explain as best I can."

Créyan nodded in acknowledgement, then whispered in Cherkess' ear.
"Two questions; who is who down there? and is there any protocol we ought to observe?"

The others had settled themselves quietly, heads bare, and were watching with an air of polite interest.
One of them made a mental note to invite the Vaadian Ambassador to observe a sitting of one of the Daíl's houses at some point.

"Just that we keep any conversational tones low, and not disturb the proceedings, other wise, you can take pictures, no flash please...." Mr. Cherkess pauses and motions up to the balcony that seems to have mostly students, who are now turning on audio recorders and taking pictures "take video or audio, after all this is all being televised and recorded anyhow."

Mr. Cherkess pauses as The First Repulican bangs the gavel "This Open Session of The Republican Council shall now come to order. As previously scheduled, we are to hear and decide upon the proposal by Minister of Urban Development on Residental Zoning Reform. How say you?"

A younger man stands "I concur, this debate should be tabled." Mr. Cherkess points to the men "The man with the gavel is First Republican Theleb Kanaan, the young man is Minister of Defence William 'One-hundredman' Issem"

Sir Alec whom the Baron no doubt recognizes doesn't stand, but speaks "I second that, let's move it along."

The First Republican nods and moves to take his seat "Very Well then, let us debate this as their is no Quorum of dissent, Minister Sul'Ayia." He nods to an elven woman in a smart suit who then stands.

Mr. Cherkess nods to her "That is the Minister of Urban Development Lammenth Sul'Ayia, all members of the Governing Progressive Party, which has a 'Command' Majority. meaning that the opposition does not have the ability to raise one third votes needed to form a Quorum and quash or force debate. So the First Republican's schedule stands, unless someone from his own party defects to vote with the opposition."

The Baron nodded in response to Cherkess' explanations, and turned to watch the Council.

The Macisikani watched the proceedings with interest. When the Minister of Urban Planning stood though, they all started in surprise. Non-humans were practically extinct in the Covenant.
Créyan leaned across to whisper to Cherkess.
"She is an... elf, yes? I thought their kind had been destroyed in Klatch," his tone was quite curious.

Mr. Cherkess nodded "Most Klatchians are quite xenophobic about elves, the Minister is Longeavi, a Bendith, not exactly common, but I think census figures put them at nearly a million, I would have to double check. It is rare that they take part in any sort of politics or public life, but Minister Sul'Ayia has been an assistant to the Minister of The Interior for some years before becoming the first elected Minister of Urban Development when the Ministry was created two years ago.

Race, and racial make up........" Mr. Cherkess pauses and looks at a loss to explain " I suppose don't mean anything in The Free Republic , it has never been an issue. It's always been an issue of 'citizen' or 'foreigner'."

He looks a bit more thoughtful " I also think that the Longeavi are insulted by the term 'elf' is sounds too much like 'ylf' which is what Vaadians used in ancient times to denote a malignant spirit or familiar."

It seems to be a complicated topic.

Minister Sul'Ayia had been speaking at length, with the aid of charts and graphs now projected onto the large plasma screens about the need to de-centralize the current system of zoning-change requests..................

Créyan nodded, with interest, and Sister Mary noticeably perked up at the mention of the world "ylf". She didn't speak up though, as the Baron was already asking another question.
"So the ah, Longeavi are a species relative to that of elves, or are the evolutionary pathways completely..." the Baron caught himself. "I'm sorry, it's just that non-humans are so rare where we are from, interest tends to get carried away..."
Créyan was silent for a moment, then resumed.
"So am I correct in presuming that Ilek-Vaad is a unitary state?"

Mr. Cherkess chuckled "Oh, I don't know about any evolutionary theories concerning the Longeavi, thought I'm sure I could locate a professor of anthropology that might have more insight into that. Allegedly they are related to the Noldor, how, I have no idea. As I said, they keep to themselves mostly."

Mr. Cherkess then nods again "Yes, The Free Republic is in many ways a unitary state, most power resides in and radiates from the Republican Council. The Judiciary and The Velite Guard and Retaliatory Guard being the exceptions. While The Republican Council maintains budgetary oversight of those bodies, it technically has no control over them, beyond appointing The Supreme Republican Commander and The Velite Commander.

The Supreme Judiciary has final control over the Judiciary and is elected by a college of sitting judges that are themselves elected by the People."

Créyan seemed relieved that his biological interest hadn't been perceived as offensive.

"An elected judiciary... you know I believe that might be the first time that I've encountered a nation with such a system..." something seemed to nag at him.

"Forgive me ser," he said softly, with a little concern, "but the independence of the judiciary I can understand... but your Velite Guard and Retaliatory Guard; if they are not answerable to the Republican Council, who do they answer to? If no-one, how do you prevent them from... acting outside their capacity?"

Several of the Macisikani delegates' heads tilted slightly, indicating they were keen to hear the answer.

Mr. Cherkess nods "Well, yes it does sound a bit strange, but any candidate for a judge must pass qualification exams to show suitable knowledge of the law and legal precedent. There is a very rigorous screening procedure."

"As for the Velite Guard and Retaliatory Guard, they are both dependent upon The Republican Council for funding. Each year the Minister of Defence puts forward a budget bill for the Retaliatory Guard and the Minister of National Security puts forth one for the Velite Guard. The Retaliatory Guard also is constrained by the constitution that it cannot act on any matter unless The Republican Council has voted unanimously to give it a Mandate to do so, and then it must operate in the confines of that Mandate.

The Velite Guard also has constitutional limits and of course can only enforce laws passed by The Republican Council. The main reason the Velite Guard is independent is because the Velite General is expected to be able to investigate and arrest members of the Republican Council that have broken law, which happens occasionally.

The Supreme Republican Commander is appointed every year by The First Republican, the Velite General is appointed by the First Republican when there is a vacancy and holds the position for life or until the Velite Guard retirement age of fifty eight."

Créyan hadn't meant the judiciary. He'd encountered elected judiciaries before (and considered them inferior), and they weren't rare. What was strange was a military with such a high degree of autonomy... no such force had existed in the Covenant for a very long ti- no, that wasn't strictly true. A least one such force was still around. Mounted on pikes along Kielsan Road for daring to challenge the authority of Greenmotte, yes, but they were still around.
Policemen were a different kettle of fish.

The Baron emerged from his musing just in time to hear Sister Mary delicately enquire if the political leadership was ever worried that "the military might be inclined to take matters into their own hands?"

"A possibility," he said softly. They were all keeping their voices down so as not to offend the speakers below. "But I think remote..." he thought for another moment. "And judging by the attitude of those before us, I'd say that the system works very well for the Free Republic..."

His voice had drifted off again; clearly musing once more on the differences between the two systems.

Mr. Cherkess elaborates a bit " The Constitution does allow the Supreme Republican Commander to act for the Republican Council if for some reason an elected Council cannot be seated, this has happened only once, during the communist insurgency of the nineteen nineties.

However within eight months power was returned to a quorum of the Republican Council. Most Supreme Republican Commanders view themselves as guardians of the constitution and are loath to act outside of it's parameters."

As he spoke the Council's session became a bit heated as the opposition Minister of National Security, Minister Tadic interrupted the Minister Of Urban Development.

"So what you are proposing is setting up independent, regional offices for zoning? The Republican Council still has to decide on those changes, it would still end up here anyway, just as it always has?" he seemed irritated.

Minister Connover broke in and chided Minister Tadic "Well, we would be seeing them, minus the ones that obviously had no merit, those we wouldn't have to waste our time. Besides you supported a similar proposal by Minister Von Raukov for banking regulation? Maybe your concerns lie along party lines?"

There was a murmur in the chambers, Minister Sul'Ayia gave up on her presentation as the two began trading jabs.

"My politics are decidedly against wasting The People's time." Replies Minister Tadic, curtly.

Minister Connover chuckles "Excepting to hear yourself speak of course, dissenting for the sake of dissension qualifies as wasting the People's time I'm sure."

Here the First Republican banged his gavel "Gentlemen, can we keep the discussion to comments that directly bear on the matter at hand?"

The two men glared at each other as Minister Tadic stands "I think that my concern is perfectly justifiable, the cost and time involved in training and setting up several new staffs across the country is unacceptable considering that all of the decisions made will still have to come befotre this body and still have to be prepared by the Minister of Urban Development's staff. I do not see how the process is fundamentally changed."

"Your logic is fundamentally flawed........." Minister Connover says quite snidely, causing the First Republican to bang his gavel again and setting off some laughter in the chambers.

"Alec! I'm warning you................." He says with an extra bang of the gavel.

Créyan nodded slowly at Cherkess' explanation. He still considered it an inferior system, but it seemed to work for the Vaadians.

His attention was captured before he could respond by the dispute on the floor. From his point of view it was rather strange; a heated debate over an essentially trivial matter.

Sister Mary muttered something in Ka'ani to Créyan. The Baron flicked his eyes at Cherkess, and murmured "You're right, but this isn't home. And speak in English."
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If Cherkess asks, Créyan will translate what Mary said.

Mr. Cherkess did not ask for a translation, he thought it would be rude of him to do so, he instead simply tried to explain the proceedings.

"Normally debate would be much more substantive, but with elections so close the opposition are trying to position themselves to attack the majorities stance, of course not knowing which attacks might play well they are attacking everything, and seeing how it looks in the press. More importantly in this debate, there are I'm sure a number of Councilors that would prefer that this body retain final say on zoning.

Some for environmental reasons, some for other less appropriate reasons."

As he spoke the debate changed somewhat as the elderly Minister of Technology lifted his head and spoke "I feel that this plan has merit and should be voted on by the Council................."

He spoke at exactly the end of the one hour mark for mandatory debate, Minister Issem, of Defence, quickly chimed in.

"I second that, we've heard enough. Let's vote" He said rather forcefully.

The First Republican banged his gavel "Then we shall take a vote as the call has been made and seconded, unless there is a quorum of Ministers who oppose?" He arched an eyebrow as he waited, the opposition ROP only had two seats, and did not have enough votes to object, and everyone knew it.

The vote was taken summarily and passed. It looked as thought the brief opposition by the ROP was simply a gasp at having a word in a process that they were technically locked out of................

The First Republican then looked to Minister Issem "Now I believe that t5he last business of the day has to do with additional appropriations bill for supplementary spending?"

The Imperials seemed bemused, and Sister Mary leaned forward again.
"Surely zoning regulations would be more the purview of the local authorities...?" she murmured the question. "I mean, lest the central government get overwhelmed by minutiae..."

She trailed off as the First Republican called the vote, and the Imperials watched with vague interest. Then the monetary bill was announced.
"Ah," Créyan said with satisfaction. "Debate about something important," he leaned forward.

One of the juniors muttered something in Ka'ani, and the others chuckled. Sister Mary took pity on Cherkess and in a whisper informed him that "the nobles love vigorous Parliamentary debate. It's the only blood sport they have left."

"Well, actually, the Republican Council is very slow to change. It was only two years ago that a Ministry of Urban Development was voted into existence. Before that it was the purview of the Ministry of The Interior, who compiled zoning change requests along with environmental reports and public impact statements and then presented each and every one to the Council for a vote. Sometimes the Council works seven days a week, and the only break they receive, is to campaign."

He shrugs at the bloodsport comment "The Council is very rarely passionately engaged, the openly rabid councilors are normally quickly voted out of office. The People like quiet efficiency, a quirk of the Vaadian psyche I suppose. Besides, if you want blood , you can always go to Tollan and watch re-enactments of Tolteca human sacrifices, tourists love it."

He quieted down as the Minister of Defence Stands and delivers his proposal, the young and rather handsome Minister Issem, also has a very nice speaking voice, he looks very capable of making young ladies swoon with a few well applied choice words. The gallery hushes as he speaks.

"My honored colleagues, First Republican. Earlier this year we approved in the budget of The Naval Guard development costs of the new Tormentor Class Battlecruiser. It was required that Costa-Tula Shipyards Incorporated sign a contract setting specific time and budget requirements for development, with a re-negotiating of manufacturing costs depending on the cost of development."

He pauses as charts appear on the plasma screens and on the screens of each Councilors laptop. "The R and D budget was pegged at ten billion Drachma, with the unadjusted cost of each Tormentor to come in at two point two billion Drachma and a lead time of eight months to develop and roll out Tormentors for testing and then manufacture."

He pauses again as photos of the Tormentor in testing and action move across the screen in the slide show. "The first Tormentors were built and tested three months ahead of schedule, and manufacture began one month ahead of schedule and now seven Tormentor squadrons are fully active."

He pauses "The problem is that in meeting the original development constraints and issues that arose with manufacture the current procurement budget for the Battlecruiser will short us by two and a half squadrons of Battlecruisers. An additional thirty six point three billion Drachma is required to meet this shortfall."

He pauses there and the Minister of Economics jumps in quickly " This shortfall is attributed entirely to Reasearch? It was the choice of Costa Tula Shipyards to increase the research to gain extra time, should they not eat that cost instead of passing it along?"

The Minister of Defence shakes his head "Costa Tula Shipyards has already accepted that loss, unfortunately the additional costs are to do with production. During research they also carried out research into the manufacturing process and in order to meet procurement deadlines and to add several of the innovative features, it was the manufacturing research and the manufacturing itself that incurred the additional cost. Primarily in man-power, the estimated number of man-hours to build each ship."

The debate over funding for the 'Tormentor' Battlecruiser lasted for about another hours, with a rather vigorous debate from all sides and was tabled without being voted on until further information and economic considerations could be made, a request made by the Minister of Economics and the Minister of Education. With that debate over it was now about 4 PM and the First Republican adjourned the Council for the day.

"The Council will adjourn for today, we will schedule a half day of session on tomorrow. Good evening." he said with a bang of his gavel, scheduling the half day session for Saturday. The Minister now began packing up their laptops and talking with their assistants and secretaries that now came down onto the floor.

Mr. Cherkess looked over at his charges " I believe that Sir Alec has made reservations tonight at a rather nice hotel in the Outer-Ring, for those of you that want to go along, dinner will also be served back at Dominous House for those that wish to stay in. Other arrangements can also be made if you prefer something specific."

Sir Alec made his way over as they talked and grumbled something about being up early on Saturday and looks up at Baron Creyan and his group.

"Ah, good to see you're still alive, I was afraid we'd bored you to death. Mind you I told Mr. Cherkess that he should take you somewhere to get rotten drunk this afternoon instead of wasting your time here." He pauses and smiles at Mr. Cherkess "However, he seems to think our politics is very interesting."

Mr. Cherkess stands ignoring Sir Alec "Well, we can head back to Dominous House so that you all my freshen up."

Créyan raised an eyebrow at Sir Alec's words, and shook his head.
"Sir Alec, you would be surprised to learn that we find it fascinating. We are diplomats and civil servants after all," he smiled slightly. "A part of the national character I suppose," his eyes glided over to Sister Mary, who shook her head slightly. The Baron suddenly was aware of every joint and twinge in his body.

"And I'm afraid to say that we will have to decline your dinner invitation," he grimaced slightly, "as the jet lag still has its terrible grip on us. It will be early to bed tonight."

"Thank you for the afternoon, Sir Alec," the priestess said. "It was quite interesting- ah, excuse me." her yawn wasn't feigned.

"Ah, before we go, Sir Alec, you're a plain-spoken people, so I'll just get straight to it," the Baron ran a hand through his hair. "I was asked to find out if you'd be willing to conclude a non-aggression pact with the Covenant. Just the typical deal; territorial integrity, keep out of each other's way, and so on. It would mean that you wouldn't have to worry about us taking sides in any disputes you have with your, ah, more chaotic neighbours to the west."

Sir Alec looked puzzled for a second at the glances shared between Baron Creyan and Sister Mary, his mind ran away for a second before it dawned on him.
"Oh, I am sorry, I offended you with the 'rotten drunk' comment. I do apologize but it's just that for the last two years every Vrakian and Alconian or Hubrian diplomat that comes here practically demands a drink. Walruses can drink staggering amounts of vodka and they like to prove it. They usually want that at the table instead of water. So I do apologize, it's that I meant that having an afternoon out would have been more exciting for you."

At least he hoped that had been what offended Sister Mary. He smiled cheerfully and nodded "It is fine if you skip dinner, and as we spoke about before the Non-Aggression Pact is fine, I've shown it to the First Republican and it has his support.

His assistant was going to meet us at dinner tonight to let us know about the Velite General's thoughts on your Extradition Treaty, but we can postpone that until tomorrow."

He pauses and nods to Mr. Cherkess "I am sure that Mr. Cherkess can see you to your lodgings, I will go and cancel the dinner arrangements."

Créyan gaped.
"Oh, goodness no. No, no, no, no offence caused," he rushed to reassure the Minister. "It's just that we're in different timezones. And alcohol and jet lag do not mix in my experience. The Sister here is just better on picking up on when someone's about to keel over than I am. That's all."

"Besides," the Sister added, "We'd rather that we got to know each other a little better before we indulged..." she'd wrinkled her nose when Sir Alec had mentioned the Alconians, but apart from that, had reacted the same as the Baron. "And you must believe us; we're not merely being polite when we say that we enjoyed watching the debates," she broke off as one of the aides tried and failed to stop a yawn.

"Mr Cherkess," she said, smiling, "I think we had better go back to Dominous House before we start losing functionaries."

"Thank you again, Sir Alec," Créyan said nodding, "for putting the treaty to the First Republican, and taking the Extradition treaty to the Velite General. His Serene Majesty's Government does like to have these things arranged, before we need them rather than afterwards."

"Oh good " Sir Alec said with a smile "Well, you go on back and get some rest and tomorrow we can sign the non-aggression pact and discuss the extradition treaty with Mr. Al Azarad or the Velite General if he is available."

He shook the Baron's hand and those of his party members as Mr. Cherkess led them back to Dominous House, where a light dinner would be ready, a perfect meal for someone before a nice rest.

Mr. Cherkess would allow them to sleep in the next day, not even checking in at the Dominous house until about 10 am , giving plenty of time for rest and leisurely breakfast. He would show up and see who was awake and when they would be prepared for the days activity.

The Baron's party smiled and took their leave of the Minister. Once back at Dominous House, they managed to make their way through the meal, before crashing almost immediately afterwards.

When Cherkess returned the next morning, he would find them all awake and dressed. By ten, the caffeine had kicked in, and while no-one was chirpy or perky, they were all at least awake enough to be coherent.

Créyan was lingering over breakfast ("actually, this is round two. I woke up hungry this morning,"), and rose to shake hands with the Vaadian, before inquiring if he'd like to have a small snack before they got started.
"An imperial custom," Sister Mary murmured, "is to offer the food at the table you are eating at to a new arrival," she alone of all of them seemed to be displaying no ill effects at all.

Mr. Cherkess smiled and nodded at the offer "Yes, thank you. Perhaps a cup of tea and a muffin."

He made himself comfortable "Well, I hope everyone has had a restful evening? We can meet with Minister Connover in his office to sign the pact whenever you are ready and he has the extradition treaty as well, with some minor changes that were insisted upon by the Velite General. Then I was going to suggest that you take the balance of today and tomorrow and rest up fully? There is no need to rush anything."

Vaadians it seems, are not capable of talking without at least mentioning business.

Sister Mary served the tea and muffin herself, neatly usurping the staff's role. She didn't care about any sensibilities she might have bruised in doing so; she was merely playing the role of polite hostess, gently enquiring what sort of muffin, sugar or no, and whether Mr Cherkess took milk or not.

Créyan smiled at the Vaadian. Since this was his second pass at breakfast, he had no worries about discussing business.
"Certainly Mr. Cherkess," he replied. "I'll need to sign off on any changes to the treaties; the process administered very strictly," he sipped his own tea. "We negotiate and the Proxy, that's me, signs off on it. A committee decides who gets to ratify it, in cases like this it's usually the UIK Daíl, and then they get to debate and yell at each other," he smiled, indicating it was a jest, "If they throw it back, we have to re-negotiate the sticking points, and then send it off again; if they let it pass, then His Serene Majesty looks at it, and signs if he likes it," the noble sighed. "It's a long, tortuous process, no doubt overburdened with complications in your eyes, but part is a step in it, and all the steps must be taken."

Sister Mary took over.
"We'll just need to go brush teeth, that sort of thing, and then we'll be ready to go," she said, a light, but no-nonense comment. Créyan nodded in agreement, but couldn't resist adding another comment to his explanation.

"If all goes well," he said, "then the Ambassador-General will be naming an Ambassador, Deputy, Nuncio, and such, within forty-eight hours."

Mr. Cherkess nodded politely as he listened and waited until they were finished.

"According to Sir Alec, the non-aggression pact is fine as it is, it was only the extradition treaty that will require modification.

Both will be in full effect immediately after Sir Alec signs them and The Republican Council gives it majority approval. Since neither of these are mutual defence pacts, or pacts of alliance, there will be no referendum necessary."

Mr. Cherkess had a sip of his tea and nodded "Well, there is no specific timetable today, so there is no need to rush anything."

Créyan listened, then gestured to the priestess, before leaving the room, presumably to brush his teeth; she seemed to be acting as his deputy.

"The Baron's second broke a tooth the day we were supposed to leave," she confirmed. "Poor man was having root canal when we flew out. I had to take over. Anyway, assuming all goes well, everything will be through in forty-eight hours..."

She let it hang until the Baron returned, his breath now minty fresh and his own teeth sparkling (figuratively speaking).

"No sense in keeping things waiting unnecessarily Mr. Cherkess. Let's go and talk it over with Sir Alec, shall we? Well, when you and the good sister are done..." Sister Mary was drinking her tea with the prim air of someone who has a good cuppa and isn't going to rush drinking it for the end of the world.

When she set her cup down (not before Cherkess had finished his), she stood. "Well, let us be going then."

Mr. Cherkess smiles politely as Sister Mary explains Baron Creyan's seconds predicament.

"I've never had the honor of having a root canal, I have heard they can be time consuming and a bit unpleasant. Is the Baron's Second a political appointee or a rank of nobility? I know that all of the Titled Velites Kerbals have a 'Secondus' that serves them, and that it is a traditional hereditary position."

When they were all ready to leave they would take the walk across the grounds of the House of the Republic to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it was about a fifteen minute walk to the Classical Greek Revival building that housed the Ministry, and then up to the second floor where Sir Alec was apparently hiding from the Saturday session of the Republican Council.

"Well, how is the jet lag?" Sir Alec says with a grin as they enter, he stands and motions for them to sit and bows politely as they enter " Come on in then, I'm sure we can get this all sorted out before lunch. I've already had the First Republican sign the non-aggression pact, as I said there was no problem there, so no need to discuss anything with Mr. Al Azarad."

He seated himself and pushes the signed document across his desk "However, the Velite General is sending Field Marshall Edlund over to discuss the extradition treaty, they've looked at, and frankly they don't like it. He wouldn't say why, but Velite General Ihsan really doesn't like anything."

Sir Alec shrugs. "He apparently does not trust me, or Mr. Al Azarad to handle that, I'm assuming that he's just sending Edlund over to awe you with his legal astuteness and highly polished boots and what not."

Mary shook her head. "No, I meant his deputy; the one who is to take over if he falls ill or whatnot. Also does the stuff he thinks is too boring," a smile there, "It's an ad hoc diplomatic rank if anything. You'll notice that our Ministers all have Deputies; the Baron's second would be the equivalent."

At the Ministry, Créyan smiled in response to Sir Alec's grin, replying "not too bad. Your beds are most comfortable," before taking a seat.

On the news of the non-aggression pact, the Baron smiled broadly, well pleased.
"That is very good news Sir Alec. I shall have the documents of ratification delivered to you as soon as they're drawn up and such..." he picked up the document, glanced at it briefly, then set it down between himself and Sir Alec.

His smile didn't fade in the slightest at the news of the extradition treaty.
"I'll let you in on a secret Sir Alec," he said conspiratorially. "The Embassy exchange is a must, the N.A.P. is very nice, but the MEA views the Extradition treaty as an optional extra. Nice to have if we can get it, but they don't loose sleep if we don't," he delivered a shrug that could only be described as elegant. "I understand that they plan on reviewing it anyway-" Sister Mary muttered "eventually" under her breath, "-so perhaps ser Edlund's input will be useful on the matter."

Sister Mary was now smiling the tight little smile of someone who knows something that others don't, and is enjoying that knowledge quite a bit. The Baron, on the other hand, seemed quite genuine.

Sir Alec nods "I'm sure that Edlund will be very helpful........." He pauses as his phone beeps, he lifts the receiver "Yes, yes, okay, yes, send him in. Parking tickets? Yes, send him in anyway."

Sir Alec stands and nods towards the door "Well he's here...." As if on cue the door opens and a well dressed older gentleman enters carrying a briefcase "Sir Alec motions "Field Marshal Edlund, this is Baron Creyan and Sister Mary of the United Imperial Kingdoms........"

Edlund extends his hand as he is introduced "Pleased to meet you both, I trust Sir Alec has informed you that the Velite General is not quite ready to accept an extradition treaty?"

Both Créyan and Mary accepted the hand. Mary had amusement dancing in her eyes - she'd found the parking tickets funny - while Créyan was all the genial ambassador again.

"Oh yes Field Marshal," he said with a nod, "And that's not a problem in the least I sincerely doubt that anyone we want has fled to your nation. Most of them are cooling their heels in a Farminan cell right now..." he paused a moment, then continued.

"It's more that the Secretary for International Judicial Affairs likes to have some idea of the procedure should it ever be needed. IJA has been asked to extradite people in the past, to nations without a treaty, and the courts are extremely reluctant to do so."

Field Marshal Edlund nods as he takes a seat " I can certainly understand that. Normally, with no treaty in place the Velite General will extradite so long as there is sufficent evidence for a conviction in his estimation."

"Mind you by Vaadian law, foreigners are explicitly excluded by the constitution from it's protections, so the Supreme Judiciary has always ruled that extradition of foreigners is wholly the domain of the Velite General. We felt that such a clause briefly explaining that in the treaty would be appropriate."

He pauses opening his briefcase and flipping through some files in it "The Velite General is also not in the habit of backing extradition treaties that place restrictions on sentencing, for either party."

He pauses again and removes a file from his briefcase and hands it to Sir Alec before continuing "The death penalty, while rarely applied in the Free Republic, is a very useful tool for flipping suspects. I'm afraid that the Velite General would feel that not being allowed to apply the death penalty on persons being extradited from your nation would take away a very useful tool from our investigators and prosecutors. That is really the main sticking point."

Sir Alec opens the folder and browses through it.

The other two had sat as Edlund did, looking thoughtful.

Créyan spoke first, his eyes going slightly unfocused as he did so.
"Would an additional protocol, specifying that all references to the courts actually refer, in Ilek-Vaad's case, to the Velite General or such relevant official as is his proxy, be sufficient? We'd need to dress it up a little to satisfy the lawyers of course..." his eyes refocused momentarily and he added, "Mind you, this is also to cover cases where our citizens or yours might flee across borders to escape prosecution. We don't want anyone to charter an assassin to take care of them..." his eyes unfocused again.

Sister Mary ignored Créyan's behaviour and leaned forward slightly.
"Now, as for the death penalty," she was all business now. "You have very good points; the ultimate sanctions are always helpful, and we understand your rights record to be very good indeed, but it is always a problem, due to the sheer nature of the creatures we are dealing with." her slender fingers framed points. "There are thirty-five nations in the Covenant. All with their own processes and laws, governing inter-judicial matters... and the death penalty. The Vash Free State has no qualms about extraditing a person to face the death penalty, whereas Machakhan refuses point-blank, so anyone you wish to extradite from the Duchy will be staying there. They represent the extremes, but the variance does tend to be considerable..."

She held out a hand, and an aide slipped a sheaf of papers into it. She passed them across the table to the Field Marshal, and continued.
"But what really concerns us here are actually the overriding Covenant statutes; this is an external matter. Basically it boils down to the Edict of Rights, relevant provision outlined on page two, and the supporting provisions in the canon law." She sighed delicately before continuing.

"I apologise Field Marshal if this is at all offensive, but we now enter into matters of religion," her fingers brushed over a bracelet. "The execution of any human with an untainted or purified soul outside of times of war has been illegal, and a sin, ever since Catherine Pius laid down the edict over two hundred years ago. The main provisions of the canon law, which is universal, are on pages three and four," she indicated the report. "The crimes exempted under the Second Additional Protocol are considered to corrupt the soul of the one committing it in most cases... you'll see on page five that there are special dispensations allowed for certain of the "Great Crimes", sparingly granted. The point is that if you will allow the death penalty to remain an option, especially on our citizens, in anything other than the AP2 crimes, the Church may choose to impose an ecclesiastical trial requirement on every single extradition request you have to determine the state of the soul of the accused. Those can take months," she sighed again, then brightened.

"Of course," she said, "If we unable to work around this, then the law states that the matters are considered on a case-by-case basis, in accordance with precedent; so there will be a mechanism available to cover this. It will just be a tad more involved... and as for "Extremely reluctant..." she chuckled.

"What my lord means is that usually we only have the requesting nations' word that they won't, for example, sadistically torture the suspects," she was a rather animated speaker, introducing each point with a small gesture. "Considering that these assurances come from nations that would make the Nazis embarrassed to ally with, you can see why the courts would be reluctant. And in any case," she leaned back, "the Covenant will not extradite anyone under the age of 16 to a nation where they may face the death penalty. That is not negotiable."

Field Marshal Edlund raised an eyebrow at the answer and answered Baron Creyan first. "Yes, an additional protocol as you describe would be entirely satisfactory."

Edlund then turned to Sister Mary "I can not even begin to answer your concerns. No official in the Free Republic may comment upon religion or consider it in regards to policy, in any matter. The Constitution is quite clear on the absolute separation of religion and state."

He nods to Sir Alec who has shrunk away at the conversation's turn to religion "If Sir Alec were to even attempt to negotiate assuaging your religious concerns, I would arrest him myself. This is a matter of law, not a matter of religion. If we can not frame an agreement in purely legal terms then there will be no agreement.

The Velite General will not consider endorsing any extradition treaty that is based on religious concerns or with religious functions or ecclesiastical trials contained therein. It would be an illegal document."

He hands the report back to Sister Mary without even looking at it "I cannot read this, it has no bearing on Vaadian law. I would hope that men had evolved enough in all nations to simply treat each other with respect and dignity without the threat of some Magna Pater waiting to punish them in the afterlife for their misdeeds.

There is no torture in the Free Republic, there are no assassins. There are none, not even gods, that are above the law."

Sir Alec did his best to look apologetic, but said nothing.

Mary didn't seem offended in the slightest, accepting the report back with a nod, and Créyan returned from whatever realm he'd been visiting with a small sigh.

"Then we are at an impasse ser," the Sister said with a small smile. "You see keeping the real threat of the death penalty as a valuable interrogation tool - and I agree with you there; it is most useful - but if you wish to keep that sanction as an option in all cases bar the AP2 ones, then the Church will become involved; they will want to determine the state of the soul of the person being extradited," she passed the report over her shoulder.

"So," she said brightly, "We shall simply work through things on a case-by-case basis, should they be needed. And out of consideration for your concerns regarding the divide between Church and State, my brethren, and "sistren", shall try to keep our noses out of things... and won't get Sir Alec in trouble. Mind you, should the Church have any concerns about what is happening in your nation, to whom should we address them?" she let the question hang a moment, and then delivered a slow sigh of her own

"But really ser, as for the evolution of man... take a look at the conduct of some of the nations of this world, Kraven for instance or Parthia, and tell me that with a straight face," she said. "Mind you, the latter actually do many of the things they do in His name..." she shook her head in disgust.

Field Marshal Edlund just shrugs "A case by case basis it will be. I also don't know who your church officials would contact if they had concerns about something in our nation. I would imagine that it would be the Velite Guard, if it was a legal issue, issues of religion however, won't be addressed by anyone in government or civil service. I'm not sure what concerns the church would have that would require governmental intervention, but I can assure you that whatever those concerns are, there will be no sort of governmental intervention. Perhaps you should seek out the religious leaders in the Free Republic, whomever they are."

He smiled at Sister Mary's last comment "Which is why I said it was a hope. People can always find reasons to do good or evil, and they will use many things to justify it. I just want you to know, that here we try and do what is right based on how we should treat each other as human beings, not as a religious dogma would require us to do."

"I am sorry to have wasted your time." Field Marshal Edlund stands and offers his hand to the Baron and Sister Mary.

"Oh, no, it wasn't a waste of time at all," Céyan said, shaking the offered hand firmly. "Best to work out where we stand on these things eh? Before anything icky hits the metaphorical fan."

Sister Mary also shook Edlund's hand with a smile. She didn't seem offended or put off in the least.
"Issues of religion, doctrine and the like, are usually best talked over with other clergy. What I mean is things like undue harassment, queries about legality of property ownership, that sort of thing. I don't mean to imply that your nation would do anything untoward, but several years ago Rotovia made a bid to seize the property of a fair number of churches, mosques, temples. We were rather concerned for our expatriate community, and for the integrity of the property," she smiled grimly as she remembered the storm that erupted in the Daíl.

"Fortunately they gave us a wavier to avoid an incident, and to stop large-scale repatriation," she waved a hand. "In any case, ser, should you have any concerns about how the Church conducts its business in your nation, a Nuncio will be attached to the Embassy. Legally, he or she is a consul, not a clergyman, so that should alleviate any concerns about legality. Or you can address your concerns to Minister Valdir, who will forward them to the Minister for Ecclesiastical Affairs," she smiled tightly. "There are ways and means to ensure that concerns that you may have about our conduct are addressed, without violating your laws."

Créyan took over again, responding to Edlund's comment about the world.
"Ser Field Marshal, your attitude regarding doing what is right is admirable; we do try to achieve the same ends but by different means. I understand that the people of the cloth take the view that He doesn't really mind how you do it; your hearts are in the right place," he held up his right hand, palm outwards. "Wind at your back, Field Marshal."

"Harassment and matters of that kind are definitely the jurisdiction of the Velite Guard. The only way any sort of land seizure would occur, is if the church in question failed to pay it's taxes. Church's are taxed, unless they are not for profit." he pauses and smiles "And church donations that are sent along to the parent church are profit in the Vaadian tax code, not a loss. One of the reasons you see so few Roma churches in the Free Republic. Rome won't operate in any country that taxes it's twenty percent take off the top."

"Well, will leave you in the capable hands of Sir Alec, it was a pleasure to meet you all." Field Marshal Edlund than takes his leave.

Sir Alec shrugs "Well, too bad we couldn't get that taken care of, still one out of two isn't bad?" He then smiles at Sister Mary "I'm sure that it wouldn't be wrong for my office to compile a list of known religious readers, so long as I don't make any commentary on them or identify their religions. That may be helpful? I also know that because of the enormous unpopularity of religion in Lassic, you will probably have to visit Coventry or Narvik to find any obvious churches and any large religious groups."

He then pauses and stands "I suppose the only thing left to do is for you to select an embassy location? We have several pre-chosen locations, or if you prefer you can contact any number of realtors and select your own? By next week I'm sure we'll have an ambassador ready to travel yo your nation."

Sister Mary's eyes lost their focus as she considered carefully the Field Marshal's words. A question of finance and control... or we could simply operate under the corporate code...

She nodded absently at Sir Alec's comment, and said in tones equally as absent "It's quite alright. We'd only be here to service expatriates and visitors..." clearly her mind was somewhere else.

Créyan stood with Sir Alec; Mary moved with a slight delay.
"As long as we're free to construct the building, we'll be fine picking from one of your own pre-chosen locations," he answered. "After all, we do force foreigners to pick a plot in the Diplomatic Precinct, so we're happy to do the same. Now," he rubbed his hands together, "as for the Ambassador, you can expect a courier in the next couple of days with the ratification documents, and a telegram from the Ambassador-General to inform you of her choice of Ambassador, now don't worry; he or she won't be a clergyman... but do you have any objections to people with peerages or knighthoods? Some people are a mite sensitive about that sort of thing..."

"Well, just about all of the buildings in the old city here are landmarks, and there are no empty lots that aren't parks or someone's court yard, normally embassies are in the buildings on King's Parade, the vacant ones are owned by the Republican Council and are given to foreign nations that request them for embassies, you can of course alter the interiors as you see fit so long as there are no structural changes, or changes to the facade. However if you simply must build your building, there is always development in the outer city and I'm sure you could find a place out beyond the walls."

Sir Alec chuckles "We don't mind embassies anywhere really. I do recall that the Dominion of Zorbus located their embassy in the city of Costa-Tula because of the tropical weather and the beaches."

Sir Alec gives a mock look of shock at the mention of knights and peers "Good lord, being knighted myself I should shudder to think what sort of ruffians they would be!" He chuckles "No, no, knights and nobles are fine, there are enough of them floating around Lassic that no one will notice, what with the head of the House of Vaad going around announcing himself as 'Prince Corum' not to everyone mind you, just attractive young ladies."

He smiles jovially "I will have Mr. Cherkess get together of tours of buildings on King's Parade for you, if you like?"

Créyan shook his own head and smiled, "I wish I were joking. They take a very strong offence to the whole concept... but about this embassy site, sister?"
Silence. Very obviously Sister Mary had yet to return from whatever plane she was traversing.

"No? Ah, let me think a moment..." Créyan considered a moment, then continued. "Well, that's very kind of you Sir Alec," he said apologetically, "But I'm afraid that the Ambassador-General would pitch a fit-" that earned a half-laugh from one of the assistants "-if we were to simply accept a pre-constructed building. The AG's department has very strict guidelines on Embassies, and very much prefers to have ones built from scratch. The outer city would most likely be the best place for it, in the capital so on hand, but meeting Alarl's guidelines... perhaps you could suggest a suitable neighbourhood?"

Mary's lips moved silently. It looked like she was saying "carry the nine... no, that can't be right..."

Sir Alec simply politely ignored Sister Mary "Well, outside of the old city any place right outside of the old Byzantine gates is considered upscale. The nearest gate to here is the North-East Gate, about an hours drive, there is a considerable amount of redevelopment there at the moment. I'm sure I can find out who the developer is and put you in touch with them. An embassy in the neighborhood does wonders for prestige and property values."

He smiled, hoping that would be acceptable.

Ignoring Mary was fine; she was completely caught up in a world of mental arithmetic.

Créyan meanwhile delivered a broad smile in answer to Sir Alec.
"It sounds quite alright. Of course, Alarl's inspector has to give the final OK, but if things are the way you describe and imply, then that should be a mere formality..." his voice trailed off.
"Well, Sir Alec, I think we've pretty much covered everything needed to get this show started," he said after a moment, "and hopefully this will be the start of a nice friendship. Or at least, a very profitable business relationship."

Sir Alec smiled and nodded "Yes, I think we've covered everything nicely and it looks like we all understand each other reasonably well."

Sir Alec came around his desk and offered his hand to Baron Creyan and Sister Mary. "I will make sure that Mr. Cherkess gets in touch with the developers and sets up a meeting for you to get everything sorted out. If you need anything while you are in Lassic, don't hesitate to call my office."

Mr. Cherkess re-entered as they finished up, presumably to take Baron Creyan and Sister Mary to where ever it was they needed to go to now. It would only take until the next day day to get a meeting with the developer, and so long as the embassy wasn't required to take up several acres of land, the developer was more than pleased to have the increased security amongst his town houses and shopping centre.

Créyan and Mary (who came back to Earth just as Sir Alec offered his hand), both shook the Minister's hand, smiled, and thanked him for his time; after the meeting, they had to return to their lodgings to make a series of calls to Arn-Maciska, and at least one plane made the trip between the cities. As predicted, the Ambassador-General required that the sites be assessed and evaluated.

Alarl's assessor turned out to be a young soft-spoken man with uncontrollable hair and a thin frame. He ambled around the area for a couple of hours, examined a few sites (occasionally producing a small machine that went "ping"), and pronounced the neighbourhood "acceptable". Sister Mary, who had accompanied him "to see the area, maybe do a spot of shopping," quietly informed the developer that there were only two values on the assessor's scale.

With them were two other people from Alarl's office, flown out the night before, and still showing jet-lag effects. They huddled with the assessor for about five minutes, then emerged, and informed the developer that, no, several acres would not be needed. One would be quite sufficient, they doubted a fortress was needed in Ilek-Vaad, and would he like to get the contract for building it?

Créyan meanwhile delivered the documents of Ratification to Sir Alec (someone had fast-tracked them through the process); as with a similar set the future Klatchian President would eventually receive, they were hand-drawn on vellum, with a real wax seal at the bottom. He informed Sir Alec that he was to be the Temporary Ambassador (probable promotion to Permanent and Plenipotentiary once his credentials were drawn up and dispatched), and that Sister Mary would be the provisional Nuncio. While he might stay on, she would return to the Empire; she was a little too junior to head the Church in a foreign land.

"Someone of consular rank," he said over the phone, "So that you don't get in trouble if you ever have to deal with him or her; you're not talking to a clergyman, you're talking to an Imperial consul about the activities of a quasi-autonomous non-governmental organisation. Law is a wonderful thing".

He then informed Sir Alec that a "nice lady from the Exchange Bank" wanted to see him about opening the Free Republic's governmental accounts, if they wanted them.
"Shouldn't take too long," he said, "but she'll want a pile of documentation proving that you are who you say you are and that you are an official of the Republic... or whoever your Council nominates to take care of things."
The Baron closed the call by informing the Minister that he would be returning to Arn-Maciska until the Embassy was standing, and would the Minister like to take advantage of a few spare seats on the plane to send his own assessors to the Diplomatic Precinct in Arn-Maciska to set up the Vaadian Embassy?

The developer was pleased to be able to provide the land and then build the embassy. Especially if it meant he could build it in the Byzantine revival style of the rest of the development, after all having everything blend together would keep property values high.

The Assessor's had no issues checking anything out, Sir Alec and his office seemed to have little interest into what they were doing, they were provided with a full Unit of Velite Guards for additional security ( a unit is four men) and they stayed a good deal away from the Assessor's as they did their did their job and kept themselves busy with "Move it along, nothing to see here......" when curious commuters slowed to see what was going on, which happened rarely.

Sir Alec seemed pleased with the documents and passed off the job of establishing government accounts to Thomas Wright,the venerable Minister of Economics, who relished just this sort of paper work.

He also took up Baron Creyan's offer and arranged for the Ambassador to the UIK join them when they left for Arn-Maciska. The Ambassador and his assistants would meet them at the airport. Ambassador Seder arrives promptly with a pair of assistants, and his portfolio, he seems very business like.

The assessment team had no objections to the architectural style, but they were quite firm about the actual designs (once they'd huddled over them and changed a few things so that it would all fit nicely).

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After greeting Seder with a nod and a handshake, Créyan's time was occupied by a series of phone calls for the whole trip back. Mary stayed behind to oversee the remaining staffers as they went about their business; she left a message for Sir Alec informing him that his counterpart in the UIK had appointed her "Special Envoy" for the duration, and thus he wouldn't be negotiating with a member of the clergy if he needed to speak to her.
Several in-flight movies were shown, all in English, for the benefit of the passengers not seized by a phone or air sickness.

At the airport in Arn-Maciska, Ambassador Seder was greeted by Count Ethelred Aldreset, Deputy Minister for External Affairs and several Secretariat of Ambassadorial Affairs staffers , and whisked away to Embassy House, an interlinked complex of hotels and office blocks in the heart of the Diplomatic Precinct. At some point in time Valdir had decided that diplomats from nations without Embassies, and Embassies without compounds, needed to be put somewhere while they negotiated or the compounds were built (the Covenant didn't maintain any pre-built embassies for other nations to move into; just vacant lots). This was explained by the SAA officers, who also informed him that Embassy House was merely a temporary home; architects would want to talk to his staff about building a permanent compound, and about selecting a site.

They also handed him a rather thick dossier; it was titled "Essentials" contained relevant local laws and restrictions (such as the minimum drinking age), contact details for emergency services (000 for emergencies, other numbers as listed), city services (Gas, lighting, water, communications, electricity), and the Ministry of External Affairs (ranging from the Minister's Office to the 24-hour information line), and relevant protocol sheets.
"It's the blue one," said a woman who introduced herself as Jenny and seemed to be the most senior, "that's most important; for when you present your credentials to the High King next Tuesday, is that too early? And for any subsequent meetings with the Royal Family."

The second dossier bore the label "Mission-Building". It was the thinnest of the lot, and held the basic guidelines for Embassy construction, contact numbers and star ratings for construction companies, as well as a step-by-step how-to for expanding the Vaadian mission to include consulates in major cities and other Covenant domains.

A third sheaf was then handed over; entitled "Living in the Capital", it listed popular haunts for diplomats in Arn-Maciska, clubs, pubs, bars, restaurants, cafés, and theatres. There was also a TV channel guide, and a list of popular magazines, papers, and so on, along with subscription information. A folder, bearing the slogan "Is it locked?" and distributed by the CitySafety Community Group detailed a list of contacts in case of crime or harassment (Ethnic Liaison officer on this number, Gay/Lesbian Liaison on that one, Women's Liaison on this one, Men's Liaison on another, and so on). A list of local schools suitable for diplomat's children was included. It also contained a phrase list, and local terminology. A healthy selection of vouchers and membership cards was in the back. It was the thickest of the three.

"I recommend Sally's if you're on the run," Jenny said, "Best snacks between here and Greenmotte." (which, the dossier said, meant the Houses of Parliament). "But try any cafe in Victoria VII Square, V7, if you have time to sit down and don't mind a slight detour."

A pair of cloth bags (courtesy of "Greening Great Mascaan", a province-wide community initiative) were included to hold it all.

Jenny, who finally ran out of paper and breath in the lobby of the hotel, wound down by asking if there were any questions, or would the Vaadians like to be left alone to settle in?

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Back in Great Lassic, the cheerful woman from the Exchange Bank met with Thomas Wright, and quickly established he was who he said he was.
"So here are the basic terms and conditions (http://www.freewebs.com/macisikan/febm.html)," she said, handing him a single sheet of paper. "We can have this set up within 24 hours, and ready to receive your first deposits. Some don't wish to use us," she shrugged, "as it's at least six months before you'll see that money again, but others find it useful in case of a rainy day; think of it as a Swiss Bank Account, for your nation. You can also make use of Financial planning services should you wish to employ the capital in an investment portfolio."
It was all very straightforward.

Mr. Seder traveled quietly, unlike Sir Alec he seemed very reserved and quiet. He absorbed everything quietly, making polite introductions as needed, his aide keeping notes and keeping track of everything handed to him. After greeting Count Ethelred Aldreset and listening to Jenny, he has only a single question.

"I understand that formal ceremonial attire is require for an audience with the High King, will my Byzantine robes of state suffice, or do I need to acquire specific clothing?"

An interesting question to say the least.

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Minister Wright nods and reads over the paper work "Well, we do like to use local banking institutions for our Ambassadors to use. Other than that, I don't see it being used all that often, maybe a couple of billion Drachma to make sure that Ambassador Seder has everything he needs to build and outfit his embassy."

An interesting question maybe, but hardly unusual; particulars attire were often asked after.
"Your robes of State would be appropriate for a formal audience with his Serene Majesty," Jenny replied. "But weapons are not permitted. For most government matters business attire will suffice... a list of clothiers, tailors, and the like is in the third dossier."

*********

The Bank's representative nodded and smiled
"We generally only handle foreign exchange transactions, but can accommodate that certainly. Here," she produced a sheet of paper, "is a list of banks and credit unions that cater to foreign concerns, should you wish to make use of alternative institutions.."

Ambassador Seder nodded to Jenny "That is just as well, I did leave all of my weaponry and military hardware at home. I also assume that within these documents is outlined the correct protocol for meeting and addressing your High King?"

He seemed quite concerned about the matter.

*****

Minister Wright looked over the paper "Yes, this will be useful to add to the Ministry of Foreign Trade's database."

He finished signing the papers and handed them back .

"I will also arrange for a cashiers check to be drawn up and deposited."

*****

Meanwhile Sister Mary was given the use of Dominous House for as long as she needed it and Sir Alec made sure to stop by and see if everything was going okay and made a point to visit the new Embassy construction site.

Jenny frowned, and turned to one of her silent companions. There was a rapid, brief, conversation in Ka'ani.
"We do include them in those documents, yes, but occasionally Stonebridge will change something at the last moment," a comment was interjected, and Jenny nodded, "Yes, they'll usually send you their own protocol sheet in any case, and an officer will brief you again before you have your audience," she smiled.
"In any event, you have at least a week before you'll be asked to present your credentials; they like to give people time to acclimatise a bit."

*******

The bank officer smiled and received the papers.
"Thank you, Minister," she said, "It is a pleasure doing business with you. The wind at your back," she held up her right hand, palm outwards.

*******

Mary was chronically cheerful these days; the embassy construction was moving along quite nicely, and then there was something about "retail discovery". When Sir Alec stopped by she was looking at a set of profiles that the Ambassador-General had wired across and chattering non-stop with two civil service suits.

Mr. Seder nodded politely " I see, thank you very much."

He then sat back and waited to acclimatise. Something Vaadians normally didn't do well, waiting on anything tended to make them edgy and suspicious, but Mr. Seder was already prepared to for this and simply busied himself with choosing an embassy site and all the details that came along with that.

*****

Minister Wright nodded and stood offering his hand "Thank you, have a good day. I will be in touch if we require anything further."


*****

Sir Alec showed up at the construction site with his own hardhat that reads 'SIR ALEC' in bold letters and a pair of cappuccinos from Barnaby's (Starbuck's equivalent in Ilek-Vaad, though not as prevelant) he approaches Sister Mary.

"Ah good morning Sister Mary" it is well past noon " How is everything going? Fancy a cappuccino, I have two, and I don't like cappuccino. Everything moving along satisfactorily? The protesters aren't bothering you?"

He looks over to a far end of the site where a man stands on the sidewalk just beyond the site with a placard that reads 'FOREIGNERS GO HOME' a Velite Guard stands by him, looking bored.

Jenny smiled, stood, and vacated the room. Three days later, an older gentlemen arrived bearing protocol sheets from the Palace. He was polite, formal, and not even the slightest bit apologetic about the delay; the Imperials actually thought they were doing the Vaadians a favour by letting them settle in before subjecting them to the pomp and ceremony of the Court.

"Quite a formal affair ser, but these things do not take long," he said, "ten minutes is the average time. I'm actually here to find if you have a preferred refreshment, or would a sampling of various local beverages and foods be best?"

**********

The bank officer smiled, shook the Minister's hand, and took her leave.

**********

"Cappuccino? Can't stand the stuff." She took one of them anyway, and immediately began downing it. "Construction proceeds apace, and I have these fantastic new shoes. I'm sorry? Protesters?"
She looked around quizzically.
"Protesters? What protes- oh. Ah. Yes. Him. No, no trouble at all," she laughed, fully aware that her reaction was slightly ridiculous.

Mr. Seder nodded as he began looking over the Protocol sheets, checking to see if his galvorn gauntlets and breastplate would constitute weaponry, or be considered attire. Normally at a Conclave called by The Lord Vaad, he would be required to be armored and armed, but then again no outsiders were likely to ever be in the Conclave.

"Whatever refreshments are normally provided will be just fine I'm sure. I don't want you to go through any special trouble for me."

*****

Sir Alec handed the other cup to one of the suits with Sister Mary and looked down at her shoes

"I suppose I should have put on hiking boots or something. I'm normally not walking in mud." He says this as he looks down forlornly at his own patent leather half boots.

"Mind you, a much, much larger protester was planned until the Velite General informed the protest organizers that your nation is NOT a member of the Federation, so he's all that turned up."

As she looked and laughed at the protester she could see him shaking his fist and yelling something in regards to her reaction. He was too far off to really be heard.

"Honestly, we Vaadians aren't as xenophobic as we appear to be. In a few months you'll be a part of the landscape and as soon as everyone realizes you aren't in any ones way, then you'll be ignored."

He smiles "Like we ignore each other, unless something comes up."

(page 2 stated that armour and gauntlets were fine, so long as it didn't e.g. carry concealed blades or such)
The protocol officer made a note, then added another query.
"And do you have any food allergies, religious prohibitions, cultural taboos, or other dietary requirements?"

He waited for the answer then added, "incidentally, a protocol officer will be accompanying you to the audience, in case of last-minute changes, for example His Serene Majesty being replaced with Her Serene Majesty... Do you wish to be supplied with an earpiece for the ceremony?"

**********

Sister Mary chuckled again.
"I shouldn't say these things, really, but one man with a placard isn't a protest so much as street theatre," she shrugged. "I don't expect trouble, and neither does Créyan, incidentally, they're thinking of making him the Ambassador, since he did the initial negotiation, though they could pull poor Le'Varre out of ViZion and send her here... poor dear, running an Embassy under siege... but seriously, Minister, you've got a lovely nation here."

Mr. Seder stops and thinks for a moment. "No, no allergies or cultural food taboos. Whatever you serve, should be alright. I can't imagine anything else I would need. I think everything should be alright, I'll do my best to make a favorable impression and not insult anyone."

*****

Sir Alec chuckles "Well, protests are of course the right of anyone. I think you'll find very few of them as no one in the Free Republic has any intimate knowledge of your nation, or knows enough to protest anything. Yet anyway.

We do try and keep the old nation clean and presentable. Have you had lunch yet today?"

The flunky from the Palace gave Seder a look of unvarnished surprise that quickly vanished beneath his calm neutrality.
"Insult ser? You're the first Ambassador of a foreign land that has, at any one time, about five people in the entire Covenant, a total stranger to these shores. Excuse my frankness ser, but short of showing up blind drunk and assaulting someone..." he shrugged.
"In any case, office of Protocol will brief you first... and if you take the earpiece, they'll be able to discreetly croak before any major gaffs happen."
He closed his notebook, and appeared to be waiting to see if there were any questions.

*****

Mary shrugged.
"There are extremely few people outside of Vårheim who possess any knowledge of the Covenant beyond the name..." she delivered a small, tight, smile, "and we do not encourage the curious," she swiftly changed subjects.

"Lunch? I'd be delighted. No, you two can stay here. Yes, you can come," she rolled her eyes. "SIS; as most senior official in the Free Republic, I get a free agent in a suit able to kill people with his pinky following me everywhere but the toilet. Isn't it grand?"

The person she was speaking of, a big suited Polynesian from the Constans Islands, didn't so much as twitch.

Mr. Seder chuckled "I think I can assure that I won't be blind drunk, or assault anyone. I do like my scotch, but not quite that much."

He nodded as he looked over everything one last time "I think this is all I will need for now, thank you very much for your assistance."

*****

Sir Alec chuckles " Oh, I don't mind if he tags along. It's just a bit odd. As a Vaadian politician I'm considered completely expendable and normally only travel with my assistant. No body guards for us.

It was decided long ago that guarding someone that could be replaced by a supplementary election wasn't worth the bother. I suppose your body guard probably prefers that he drive? Although the place I was thinking of is just a short walk away."

He stated, as he started to head off, motioning for them to follow.

The officer opened his book and made a note, then closed it again and smiled.
"No ser, thank you for your assistance in this," he nodded, "We shall be sending someone by to collect you around mid-morning on the day, at least an hour prior to your scheduled audience; and you will have time at the Palace to take care of any last minute horrors that might befall you. Even if it weren't for the fact that they're never on time. Cups of hot chocolate have terrible timing I'm afraid," he raised a hand, palm outwards.

"Fair weather," he bowed, and departed.

*****

"It is written truly," Mary's tone was serious, but a twinkle in her eye betrayed her, "by solemn writ, that the highest-ranking Covenant official shall have at least one to function as honour guard, and thus sayeth the Secretary for Imperial Security, the almighty, the divine," she held the solemn face for about two more seconds before cracking up.

"Walking is fine, and good for keeping fit," she said, recovering. "Officials at my rank are expendable. They don't like it though; unexpected deaths lead to paperwork, and I'm attached to my life, so I don't argue," she thought a moment, then added, "Anyway, if I got killed, then there'd be witness statements, and autopsies, and coroner's reports, and inquests, and it'd just be a whole big thing that no-one wants. Cuts into the weekend." she chuckled again.

"He'll just follow us and look solid," she motioned behind them, "or something. We don't expect unexpected bullets here..." she started laughing again as her ears told her brain what they'd just heard her mouth say.

Mr. Seder smiles and bows politely "A pleasant afternoon to you."

He then busies himself with finding a spot for the Vaadian Embassy. He was not particular about location, Vaadian embassies had at most 12-20 people assigned to them, many Vaadian embassies were in rented spaces of other buildings. Security was also not a pressing concern as nothing in the embassy was to be very sensitive.

*****

Sir Alec chuckles as he leads the way off the construction site and down the street "What about expected bullets? I can provide extra security if you think anyone is going to be taking shots at you? This is the Klatch after all, we have to assume Cheka assassins are everywhere, after all one is President!"

He leads on down the street that follows the slope od the hill at the base of Lassic's Byzantine wall, about ten minutes to a small cafe, with more seating out on the wide sidewalk than in the cafe itself.

"Well this is it, Alberto's. They have excellent seafood." He pulls a chair out for Sister Mary as he motions to a waiter " I'd try the softshell crab, it is quite good."

Seder would quickly find that the smallest lots set aside were an acre. It was, a frustrated Wisjersian once remarked, easier getting blood out of a stone then securing a place in a Covenant diplomatic precinct. Because of that the Vaadians could look forward to residing in a quiet leafy suburb, with few neighbours.

*****

Mary laughed and shrugged off Sir Alec's concern; "I'm not worried, but I am famished. Let's go and eat."

She accepted the chair with a nod and a smile, which broadened to being just shy of dazzling when directed at the waiter.
"I'll take the good minister's recommendation. I enjoy trying new foods."

The location was no issue, it seemed the Vaadians preferred to be out of any official 'diplomatic precinct'.

It was then left to hire contractors and architects, to design and build a very nice and low key embassy building , something in a two or three story brownstone that are very popular in Lassic.

*****

The waiter came over quickly, it was still about an hour until lunch and the place was only sparsely patronized at the moment he nodded politely to Sister Mary as she ordered "Very good choice, you won't regret it!."

Sir Alec looked over at the menu board "I'll have the surf and turf today, medium rare on the steak." He pauses and looks over at Sister Mary's bodyguard "And for your monkey?"

No government has ever liked to cede authority over land, and the City was no different; polite and inflexible, they refused to even consider an embassy outside of the precinct, but were more than happy to assist with finding architects and such. The bidding was quiet, but intense; building a foreign Embassy conferred great honour and prestige upon the lucky contractors.

The construction also drew a steady stream of civil servants, local community journalists, Covenant delegates and the occasional noble; though photography was banned, it didn't stop the curious from passing through to check out the new architecture.

******

In Great Lassic, the bodyguard deadpanned at Sir Alec.

"A banana smoothie," he rumbled to the waiter, over Sister Mary's psuedo-coughing which failed to conceal her smile.

With so many people visiting the site, Ambassador Seder made it a point to be there every day he was free, to meet the curious and to meet with the press that had gathered. He intended to make sure they had an accurate story, and a favorable impression of the Free Republic.

*****

Sir Alec looked at the bodyguard with mock contempt "Ah, well played, you may have won this round, but I'll..............win, subsequent rounds?"

The waiter meanwhile lost the joke "Our traditional banana smoothie is made with fresh bananas and banana liqueur, it is a bit strong are you sure you won't have something with it?"

Sir Alec just blinked and smiled "I think he was joking?"

The waiter looked disappointed "Oh..........I'll get your drinks."

Sir Alec chuckled as the waiter scurried off " Just a bit of warning, there are few drinks in the Free Republic, especially in Lassic that don't have alcohol, cold winters and all."

Seder did make a decent impression; many left thinking that he was quite a nice fellow, decently polite, not like most foreigners you got these days. Occasionally a political heavyweight would pass through; they rarely said anything at all preferring to leave the conversation to their subordinates and followers.

A group of businessmen and women from the Sakenburg Islands showed up one day, and informed the excellent Ambassador that they represented a consulting firm that specialised in assisting foreigners in handling "the natives". Fees were quite modest for most services, while some were free, and they didn't require a response straight away "just think on it ser. Here's our card, and don't hesitate to call us if you feel in need of some discreet assistance."

*******

"Not while I'm on duty, thanks," the guard rumbled, surrendering the menu.

"Warning noted," Mary said. "I'll keep it in mind. Especially if the Ambassador brings kids with him," she seemed to settle in her chair, though her stance didn't change, and opted for some small talk.

"So, Sir Alec, how is your day going?"

Mr. Seder is a very polite and quiet man, but more than willing to explain the Vaadian position to anyone. He accepts the card from the firm from Sakenburg politely, but gives the impression that it won't be something he'll reach for. 'Discreet' meant 'espionage' to the Vaadians and Vaadian Ambassadors loathed such things.

"I thank you for your concern and the offer of your services." He says as he glances at the card and hands it to his assistant. "Although hiring a firm to handle such things would be impersonal, and frowned upon by my superiors."

Not impolite, but firm.

*****

Sir Alec chuckled "How is my day? I have very little to do. With the Military Mandate in place I can't talk to anyone in the Federation, which was ninety percent of my job. Mind you no one in the Federation much wanted to talk to me, but I did have a good relationship with the Vrakian and Karmanyakan and Burungi Foreign Ministers and Ambassadors, though they've all left now."

He paused as the waiter arrived with the drinks and a basket of warm rolls with garlic and butter.

"It really is a shame. The Federation seem,s so bent on war, it makes no sense. Although all of our relations outside the Klatch are stellar."

The Sakeni frowned, then smiled to themselves, bemused, while their spokesman clarified.

"No Ser, if you were to act through us, they wouldn't take you seriously. It's advice. We offer advice. How to address the Voice of the Moot. Which fork to use. Acceptable dress at a reception hosted by the Takuli. A translation service," his mouth quirked. "And some nations find it embarrassing to talk to us, so we zip our lips. Keep the card. Think on it."

They weren't offended in the least, and tipped their hats to the Ambassador before departing.

There was a moment of quiet, before the foot traffic split to admit several university students, who asked if the Ambassador would mind having his photo taken with "our scav hunt team; it's a hundred points for a pic of us with the Vaadian Ambassador. Plus a five hundred bonus for getting the whole set."

********

Mary smiled.
"It's a hard life Sir Alec, but someone has to do it. Ah, food! Drink! Thank you good sir!"

She looked up at the Minister.

"This business you have with the Klatch. Nasty. No idea why it's so hard for you both to come to terms," she shrugged. "Of course, we're seeing it from the outside, and I can't comment on government policy... we just can't work out what went wrong... you seemed like such good friends waybackwhen... that whole Neo-Tyr thing..." she waved a hand vaguely. "Anyway, you're right, it makes no sense. Logic says that you and the Klatch would stand united against meddling foreigners," she grinned. "Not to name names of course."

Ambassador Seder nods politely as the Sakeni depart. He frowned at the University students suddenly becoming very grave. "You want me to pose for a scavenger hunt photograph? I would have to say no, off the top of my head, it sounds like my photograph is worth an awful lot of points, and what exactly is the prize?"

He then chuckles "Who's to say another team in the hunt is more deserving? Why would I want your particular team to win? I would need more convincing before I haphazardly threw my support behind the first team to show up."

*****

Sir Alec smiles and chuckles "I know precisely where the bad blood started. It started with the Draft Proposal for Republic-Federation Alliance. The Federation was perfectly happy to receive our support in a manner that was unconditional and to their benefit, but as soon as we wanted to put things into writing."

He shrugs and rolls his eyes "The Federation parliament refused to even consider the proposal that they had sent envoys to help write. They refused to even allow me to travel to Port Olympus."

He sips at his scotch and soda,s miling as the food arrives "I would want to say that we'd unite against any 'foreign devils' except that the 'foreign devils' have been far more reasonable than our neighbors!"

The team leader blinked. Inquiry was a new reaction.

"The winner gets to win," the student said seriously. "By the fifth shot no-one will care who it was anyway-" there were cries of "wash your mouth out!" at that "-and the Ambassador's run is traditional," he said with a shrug, "Hundred apiece. Real points in pics with people are in the Royal Flush, but you can only ever get Princess Ky and the twins. Anyway, it's not exclusive; you can have yours taken with every team in the hunt. C'mon ser, pleeeeaaase?" the whole lot were now attempting to put on "Bambi-eyes".

The foot traffic flowed on, impeded only by those who stopped to watch this latest piece of Arn-Maciska street theatre.

*******
"Refused to put it in writing?" Mary said, brows raised, "Silly. We always get it in writing. Something you'll find out anyway, so I've got no issue telling you straight out; we have a saying back home, that a verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's written on," she took a drink, then opened her mouth to continue, then closed it, and then opened it again.

"Excuse me Sir Alec, I appear to be vibrating," she said apologetically, producing a mobile phone from her pocket. She flipped it open, and left the table, stepping away. The guard didn't move, and while she had a short conversation in Ka'ani.

"They've decided to send Créyan back here," Mary said, returning to the table and flipping the handset shut. "Figured that since he's been here before, he can do it again. Already got a grounding so to speak. Just a short stay though - six months - then he'll be out. He's a roaming one, like Baron deRenci, so they want him to train up someone else before they send him off gallivanting somewhere else."

Ambassador Seder studies the students very carefully.

"Very well, but I am an Ambassador, so fix your hair......." he pauses pointing at another student "Tuck in that shirt, no shenanigans. Do your best to look dignified."

*****

Sir Alec Chuckles as Sister Mary goes to answer her phone, he turns back to her bodyguard "I suspect I'd be getting calls too, but I took the step of switching my phone with my assistants phone and then flushed his phone down the toilet."

He winked at the guard and looked very proud of himself as Sister Mary returned, as she returned the food arrived, with more rolls and fresh drinks. He nods after Sister Mary is finished appraising him of the situation.

"Well, that sounds fine to me, I quite liked Baron Creyan."

There was a general tidying of appearances, and it was a casually dressed group of polite and quiet young people who gathered around the Ambassador.
One of them handed the camera to an older lady in a clerical gown and there was the usual exchange of "I press here? Here? OK. Smile everyone! And again! One more... lovely."

The groups apparent leader retrieved the camera, and there was a chorus of "Thanks Ambassador/Ser Seder/Your Excellency" before the students evaporated into the pedestrians.

Seder would find such encounters a little more common; his policy of standing out the front and chatting to people was working, and the citizens were starting to warm up a little.

*****

The bodyguard nodded politely; it wasn't his place to offer comment on MEA procedures.

When Mary sat down there was a smile of delight at the food, and she nodded happily to Sir Alec.

"It's not permanent," she cautioned, "but he's on hand. Now, food..." she settled a napkin over her lap, then clasped her hands together. The bodyguard started to cough rather violently - which should have clued Sir Alec into the next bit.

"Two, four, six, eight, dive in - don't wait," she said, then looked up and grinned. "Did I get him? Did I? I'm truly sorry Sir Alec, but I have this urge to play harmless jokes on people and sometimes I just can't resist," she shook her head "The Nuncio we have in the Ottoman Khaif nearly choked when I did it to him, and I thought for a second I'd torpedoed my career, but they saw the funny side. I really should restrain it... before I kill a Bishop."

Ambassador Seder kept up his one man 'Goodwill Crusade' , besides it wasn't like he had anything better to do until his audience with the King, or Queen, he'd forgotten whom he was supposed to be having an audience with.............

*****

Sir Alec gave a look of mock indignation "Prayer? In public? Whatever will the neighbors think?"

He then looked over at the bodyguard as he began coughing "Maybe you should have that drink after all?"

Sir Alec chuckles and smiles "I like a good joke, my mentor always said that you get a true picture or a diplomats personality by springing a joke on them. It's why I always show up to meet diplomats late, or unload their luggage or climb in through a window. You should have seen that Alconian gentleman jump when I came in through the window, and he was in a wheelchair."

He pauses and tastes his steak "That was a tricky one though, he was the third floor."

The day when Seder was to present his Letter of Credence dawned red and sullen, and transformed into grey and dreary. The page who had come to collect the Ambassador had set up awnings over the exits to the hotel, and arranged for the car to take them to a covered entrance. A very prudent move, considering that heavy mists drifted down, giving way to drizzle by the time they arrived.

Stonebridge Palace bore a strong resemblance to Buckingham's Greco-Roman flavour on the exterior, although it was larger and faced in white marble. Thanks to the efforts of clean air measures and royal staffers, it gleamed in sunlight. At the moment, it seemed to merge into the rain as water sloughed off the roof.

The interior was warm, but mostly bland and minimal; subdued. Frescoes appeared on walls and ceilings, varying between showing tranquil scenes of the countryside, coronations, religious scenes, and the occasional battle scene. Styles varied between realism, Renaissance/Baroque imagery, and the stylised imagery characteristic of Ancient Egypt. It was also a hive of activity, with people moving between offices; this was a working palace.

They were stopped by a more senior page next to an Egyptian-style coronation of a woman in a papal tiara, and there was a brief exchange in Ka'ani, then the senior one stepped forward.

"Ser Seder, welcome to Stonebridge Palace; your reception will be conducted in English for your convenience," he was grave and serious. "Do you wish to take one last moment to freshen up before we show you to the Reception Chamber?"

*********

"I know," Mary said disparagingly, "You can only take me places twice. Second time's always to apologise for some reason," she tucked in.

Mary raised an eyebrow, at his next comment, chewing thoughtfully.
"I'd advise against climbing in a window in Arn-Maciska; the guards there have had their sense of humour surgically removed..." she paused, thinking. "Say, that diplomat... wasn't a man by the name of Bethune was it?"

Ambassador Seder made sure he was ready before leaving the hotel, decked out in black and white sable trimmed Byzantyine style robes, with a gleaming black breastplate and gauntlets added, both emblazoned with white scorpions and bearing the epithet 'Servo Quod Servo Domus Vaad'. He also took with him a large wooden box, whose bottom was clamped shut and his leather bound portfolio.

Arriving at Stonebridge Palace he quietly took in the atmosphere and quietly followed the pages and nodded politely to the senior page that addressed him.

"No thank you, I do not think that I need to freshen up, I do have a gift for you your Liege" he pauses lifting the box "I assume you will want to check it first?"

*****

Sir Alec shrugged "It may have been a Bethune? He was traveling with a Baroness Winton, who I recall was much more interesting than her 'assistant' in the wheelchair, who seemed to be a much more senior career bureaucrat saddled with doing the bidding of Baroness.

I did my best to entertain the Baroness, I let Mr. Al Azarad , the former Chief of Staff to the First Republican , deal with the bureaucrats."

He pauses and looks to Sister Mary's bodyguard "Surgically removed you say?"

The senior page smiled without humour.

"Better safe than sorry ser, you know how it is... If you would...?" he gestured; a pair of younger men in suits had seemingly materialised, and were waiting respectfully.

"It will take a few moments," he added while they ran some sort of device over the canister.

"Do you require an earpiece?" The junior page held out something that resembled an iPod earbud, without the chord; his superior's hand was perched over his own collar, where a microphone resided.

************

Mary shrugged.
"I wondered. He's actually the only Alconian diplomat whose name we know. And even then, only the last name," she shrugged.

The guard stared levelly back at Sir Alec for a moment, before resuming his roving survey of the area, and Mary just smiled.

"I'm speaking figuratively Sir Alec. The guards in Arn-Maciska take their duties very seriously, which is just as well, as high officials object to being assassinated."

Ambassador Seder handed the box over to the pages, it wasn't or anything and if they opened it, or x-rayed it it contains a steel crown from about 1300ad with a chainmail cowl and golden crown attached to it.

Ambassador Seder looked inquisitively at the Page as the box was checked "Earpiece? I don't think I understand why I would need on, what exactly would I hear in it?"

If the ceremony was going to be in English, it would hardly be for translations?

*****

"Well, whatever his name was, he didn't have a sense of humor at all, and Baroness Winton traveled with a pet tiger. I've met dozens of Alconians. They all just stare at me like I have three heads when I tell a joke."

Sir Alec smiles at the Guard.

"I object to being assassinated too, but traveling with bodyguards is a sure way to lose an election. The members of the Republican Council are expected to uphold the ideal that servants of the state are expendable for the service of the state. Killing a member of the Republican Council makes no sense in our culture, the People will just elect another one.

Port Olympus is the only place we travel with bodyguards, but there is precedent for that, our senior officials seem to attract missiles in Port Olympus."

OOC: What is Seder's full name? I don't think you mentioned it...

IC:
The guards exchanged a glance while the junior page explained.
"Ser," he said gently, "It's in case you... ah... in case your brain forgets how to function... It's happened in the past..." his voice dropped off as a woman paused in the act of breezing past them.

"... and better that he's whispering in your ear," she took over smoothly, "than you stand there while the Court sniggers behind their gloved hands, or trip on some trick of etiquette and insult the Serene One," she looked the Vaadian up and down, then continued. "Not that it's likely in your case, but would you want to risk that?" she smiled tightly.

"Gentlemen," she nodded to the staff, then continued on her way; several people in suits followed her.

"Viscountess Heather Losaana," the senior page said by way of explanation, "Junior Minister of State. He was still offering the earbud.

The guards returned the box with a nod, and melted away.

*********

Mary chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

"Yes, Lord deIntan mentioned that," Mary said after swallowing, "No humour at all. Mind you, his lordship has a broad sense of humour."

She paused for a moment, then continued.

"Cultural differences aside," she said thoughtfully, "it takes so much time and effort to vet the people at the top, and money too. And then they're impolite enough to not stay dead from time to time."

OOC: Iskandar Seder

Ambassador Seder chuckles "Ah, yes I suppose that does make sense. I will take an ear piece then. I would never live it down were I to commit a faux pas."

He takes the offered ear piece and inserts it into his ear. He nodded to the page as they introduced transient Viscountess, he also accepted the box from security "Thank you, everything is in order I assume?"

He smiles to the pages "I'm sure that this be less stressful than addressing The Lord Vaad I assume there is no Executor Lictor standing by to strike my head off should I somehow displeasure your Liege?"

He chuckles at his own inside joke.

*****

Sir Alec chews thoughtfully "Not stay dead? Zombies? That sounds messy."

He chuckles and smiles "Although the Alconians aren't all bad, Prince Corum had lunch with the Landgravine of Hubris and reported that it was very pleasant. I think their overly martial society makes them view everyone they meet as a potential challenger. I know in the United Duchies they still carry swords and practice dueling."

He considers something for a moment "I've always promised myself that if I ever travel to the United Duchies, I'm going to wear a plunger at my side."

There was a moment of silence; the joke had flown over everyone else's head
"No, no Executor Lictor," the senior replied. "There doesn't need to be... everything is in order, so we'll proceed; if you have a preferred title or form of address, now would be the time to tell us ser," he waited a moment for a reply, then nodded and said "Right this way..."

They were lead around a corner to what was obviously an antechamber; the floor was marble, green on white, inlaid with a twelve-pointed geometric design. It was also somewhat chilly. A pair of slightly-larger-than-normal oaken doors, panelled with lighter wood in the shape of stylised birds, were recessed at the far end. Two men stood in front of it, wearing simple long-sleeved tunics and slacks; footmen of the court, the pages explained.

While the junior page went ahead to inform the Seneschal that they had arrived, a third footman stepped up, holding a three-quarter length mirror up to Seder; it was, he explained, in case the Ambassador needed any last-minute adjustments.

As he did so, the senior re-explained the protocol; the two footmen will open the door, and the Seneschal will announce Seder's name and title-
"-and you shall step forward. His Serene Majesty will indicate that you may approach; watch carefully as the cue isn't always verbal. There's a black line on the carpet; that's where you perform whatever is the customary courtesy for your people when greeting a foreign monarch," he paused for breath.

"The Keeper of the Privy Seal will bid you to approach; take one step forward. The Emperor will make the customary welcome. Thank him, then ask if he is well. He will reply, and ask after your health. The Keeper of the Privy Seal shall than formally present you. Hand your credentials to whichever one of them reaches for it; the Emperor will sign and seal them... then... well, then we find out how well it went..." He ran out of breath again as the junior rejoined them.

"They're ready," he said.

"Oh," the senior page said suddenly, "before you go in, look ahead, don't look to the sides; if you must, do so before the Seneshal's voice fades."

*********

"Messy is one word for it," Mary said, taking a sip; an eyebrow rose delicately at Sir Alec's next sentence.

"Well, I have no personal experience with them, but they are not... not the Klatchians we prefer to engage..." she phrased it delicately. "And we prefer to deal with them through third parties. We find it to be less headache-inducing..."

She bit down firmly; her meal had nearly gone, and something about her manner suggested that she found the subject of discussion to be distasteful.

The chill wouldn't bother Ambassador Seder . his long robes were designed for the Climate in Great Lassic, where even now in summer an 80 degree day would be a scorcher. He nodded to the page " My preferred title is Hypatos Kerbal." He states as he checks his hair and robes.

He nods as the process is explained. "Well, I am prepared if everyone else iis ready?" he says this as he straightens up, and takes on a very serious expression.

*****

Sir Alec had been trained by the Machiavellian Minister Aran Adhemar, and so normally where a diplomat would politely step back, from an uncomfortable topic, Sir Alec proceeded ahead, sensing that he could learn something.

"Oh, well I don't mind the headache in dealing with the Alconians, at least you know they aren't being polite to distract while a Cheka agent is going through your things back at the hotel." He chuckles as he says this "The headaches caused by the Alconians is far better than the outright lying and treachery of the Dyellians. Every time they get tired of a signed treaty, they simply have a convenient revolution and quickly disavow all treaties."

He leans back as he finishes eating , and the waiter appears to freshen drinks and collect the plates. "The Vrakians are the best to deal with. They are brutally honest and never break their word so long as we've known then. But of course our own brutal honesty at times rub them the wrong way, but it's a mutual rubbing."

"Very well," the page nodded.

The footmen opened the doors as they approached; the first impressions would be of a corridor of light cutting down a black room. As they stepped in, from the right a voice announced "Hypatos Kerbal Iskandar Seder, of the Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad, Appointed Ambassador to the Covenant! Come to present his credentials to your Serene Royal Majesty!"

The room was not overly long, and mostly in shadow; harsh white light shone down over a clear path between the throne, on a single-step dais, and the entrance. White columns were spaced every few metres. Most of the room was carpeted (or seemed to be), but the pathway was marble; a red runner lay over the top, running from the entrance to the dais - as promised, a black line was roughly a metre or two from the far end.

On either side of the Ambassador, various people murmured to each other. Some wore turn-of-the-century suits, others clad in modern suits, variously coloured. Three were wearing grass skirts. Another was naked from the waist up, apart from the paint; his black skin melted into the shadows. More were dimly visible behind them. Heads bobbed to and fro as they murmured to each other; it sounded like a dovecote, or a flock of pigeons cooing to each other in human voices.

The Cenobriach himself was seated in the throne, although his stance bordered on "lounging". A laurel wreath, which seemed to be a wireframe, rested on dark hair that was cut short over alabaster skin. Bright eyes, impossible to tell the colour from here, raked over Seder. A white-gloved hand rose, beckoned to Seder, then fell.

The murmuring stopped for second, then resumed, a quiet hum. Some of them were looking at Seder with idle curiosity, others with interest. Several were glaring, openly hostile. The painted man grinned, his teeth brilliant against his skin.

As the Ambassador approached, more details of the Cenobriach's appearance would become apparent. For a start, he looked young, too young; late twenties at the most. But his eyes betrayed a man older than that. He too wore robes, ones that resembled the robes of the Order of the Garter, but these were black, and lacked the white ribbons and tassels or the red sash; a ceremonial hood was present, the lining a purple nearly as dark as the robes. A golden chain lay across the chest binding the robes closed; just visible where the Emperor's sable-clad arms emerged was the interior lining; milk white. Silver thread, a pattern of thorns, ran around the cuffs and collar, woven in a thin band of the same plum-colour as the hood. The toe of a polished boot poked out from the left side.

The wreath rested on hair that had a reddish tinge to it, and sparkled brightly; silvery edging on dark jade inlay, giving the impression the laurels were laced with frost. A man in a grey suit was leaning over the Emperor's left shoulder, whispering furiously into his ear. When Seder was only a few steps shy of the line, the Emperor tilted his head slightly to the right and the man instantly fell silent and withdrew several paces.

Silence fell as the Emperor studied Seder; his gaze was curious, not hostile.

The atmosphere, which felt a few degrees shy of freezing despite all the people, took on an expectant edge.

*******

Mary looked up, barely concealing surprise.

"We've never had any problems with the Dyellians..." she mused. "And they've always treated us unfailingly in good faith... to hear you speak of them such, I shudder to think why they would do so."

She nodded to the waiter, thanked him, and complimented the chef, and then sipped her drink.

"Vrak," she smiled, "Now, there's a curious culture... well, if you enjoy comparative cultural studies. I understand that our last visit to there resulted in a journal article for the Rechtaire. She was quite overjoyed."

Ambassador Seder enters , his eyes set forward and his gaze never wavering, as soon as the Cenobriach beckons he marches forward, in a ceremonial gait , his back and shoulders staying high and stiff , moving forward at a measured pace. He marches right up to the black line, his toes just barely touching it and stops, with his gaze still fixed dead ahead. His face is set and unemotional.

He stops at the black line and bows perfectly, his back kept bolt straight as he bows low, his robes sweeping the ground on either side of him, he holds the bow for a slow ten count and then straightens up again , his robes going back into place without the necessity of pushing them back.

"I bring you greetings from The Republican Council and the Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad, as well as from Prince Corum Vaad, King of Lassic, Coventry and The Border Principalities, Patriarch of the House of Vaad, your Imperial Majesty." He says firmly in a clear loud voice, obviously accustomed to speaking at such functions.

He then stands stock still, awaiting the Cenobriach's greeting.



*****

Sir Alec chuckles "Oh no, they are perfectly nice when attempting to fashion trade agreements and open markets for their cut rate automobiles and oil. Once they realize that you don't need what they have to sell, they are very hostile."

He pauses again as the waiter comes by with the dessert trolley and picks out a chocolate marble cheesecake "The Vrakians are hostile even when they are being friendly. Everything is delivered with a veiled threat."

There was a small pause while the Cenobriach regarded Seder, and then, at some unseen signal another man stepped forward from the crowd just to the right and forward of Seder; black horizontal bars adorned red robes at the shoulders and at the bottom.

"Come forward, my lord, and be heard," he said, with an expansive gesture towards the seated monarch.

"Welcome to my Nations," the Emperor's voice was spiced with an accent hard to place, "Iskandar of House Seder," his right hand moved in an arc, encompassing the surrounding area. "We offer you drink and food, warmth and shelter."

There was another pause, and the grey suit's eyes sparkled as he watched the Vaadian.

*******

"That explains a lot," Mary said, hunting through the desert trolley for a fruit salad. "Their automobiles can rot in the nether for all we care, but, as Créyan no doubt told you at some stage, we'll suck in any raw materials on offer..."

She paused in her search as she considered the remark on Vrak.

"Should we be worried then? The Vrakians have always been unfailingly polite to us..." her voice indicated that she was half-joking, half-serious.

Ambassador Seder took one step forward and then responded.

"I thank you, and am humbled by exemplary your hospitality, and humbled at your gracious welcome, your Imperial Majesty. We certainly hope that your Imperial Majesty is well This afternoon?"

He still stands stock straight, keeping his eyes locked straight ahead and his countenance with the same neutral expression as when he entered.He awaits the Cenobriach's reply patiently.

*****

Sir Alec looks surprised at Sister Mary "You mean they haven't warned you about interfering in the Klatch? Or sent you any terse 'It's none of your business' messages when you comment on the doings in the Klatch?"

He pauses tasting his cheesecake as the waiter arrives with glasses of choclatl, a Tolteca desert/breakfast drink, roughly half dark thick coffee and half hot chocolate.

"I would be worried." He actually sounds serious.

OOC: I'm assuming Seder hands the letter over.
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"We are well, thank you," the Cenobriach said smoothly, "and thank you for your greetings," his eyes flickered to the Keeper, who stepped forward.

"Your Serene Majesty," the Keeper said, "it is with great pleasure that I present his Excellency, the Hypatos Kerbal Iskandar Seder of Ilek-Vaad, and by request of your Minister for External Affairs, do ask that you accept his credentials from the the Republican Council of Ilek-Vaad as the Free Republic's ambassador to the Covenant."

The Cenobriach stood gracefully, and reached out a hand to take the credentials. As he did so, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the air seemed to return to a normal temperature.

"Ser Seder," the Cenobriach said as a woman handed him a pen, "I accept your letter of credence from the Republican Council-" she started inking a stamp "- and by affixing my signature -" the pen was exchanged for the stamp "- and seal-" the papers were stamped "- do hereby declare you to be an ambassador
extraordinary and plenipotentiary," the stamp was returned, and the Cenobriach handed the letter to the Keeper.

"May our people know peace and prosperity," he said seriously, holding out his right hand, not for Seder to kiss the signet, but for the newly affirmed Ambassador to shake. The Keeper hovered, ready to return the letter to the Vaadian.

*****

When Sir Alec made his comment about being worried, Mary was facing him; her mask slipped a moment, revealing a cold and hard mind, thinking in numbers.

"Hmmm...." she made immediate no response beyond that soft hum, then the moment passed, and she again was the bubbly, chirpy woman who had been talking about shoes earlier, and gave up on her hunt. Yes there were salads, but not the sort she actually wanted; she sat down and proceeded to down her drink.

"Worried Sir Alec?" she said, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. "Slightly concerned, perhaps. There are worse things than Vrakians or Klatchans in this world. We ought to know."

Ambassador Seder bows gracefully as he politely shakes the Cenobriach's hand, and as he straightens back up he adds.

"If it pleases your Imperial Majesty" He paused lifting the box that he is carrying under his left arm "I also have gift for you from Prince Corum Vaad? A token of friendship from his house, to yours, if it pleases you to accept it?"

He pauses and removes the top revealing the antique 'War Crown' he holds it expectantly. Now the Cenobriach has to pass Prince Corum's test..............

*****

Sir Alec chuckles "I didn't mean worried that they're going to invade or something like that, I'd just be worried that they want something."

He smiles and nods "Far worse things, protesters, annoying assistants..............." He says as he looks past Sister Mary "It appears that Mr. Cherkess has found me.

Sure enough Mr. Cherkess is hurrying up the road from the direction of the embassy, looking none to pleased.

The Emperor regarded the offered helm gravely for a moment, then he reached out, eyes sliding closed; a gloved hand hovered around an inch from the metal, gently gliding around and above it, fingers twitching like a spider. He seemed to be searching for something.

Whatever it was, he didn’t find it; the hand pulled back and his eyes opened. Judging by the way the Keeper relaxed his grip on his staff, it was a good sign, but the Emperor seemed vaguely disappointed.

“We thank you for your gift of iron,” the Cenobriach said, gently lifting out the helm. He held it up to the harsh light, looking with his eyes this time. “A fine item… We regret we have no such token at present to reciprocate...” it revolved slowly, “Tell his highness, your Prince, that we receive his friendship, the friendship of Vaad; sole nation among the Klatch to seek ours, sole nation among the Klatch to reason with us,” the helm stilled and dark eyes found Seder’s. The court leaned forward around them.

“Sole nation of Klatchia to accord… proper respect,” the Emperor finished, gazing levelly at the Ambassador.

There was a stir in the courtiers; several looked stunned - one or two where even gaping openly. The painted man was grinning madly. A few were openly annoyed. The Emperor half-turned, and handed the helm to a woman wearing white cotton gloves and steel glasses; it was very gently placed into another box lined with a soft material.

The Emperor was now watching Seder placidly with an air of vague interest; he wanted to see what this strange fellow from beyond Arn-Jaf’na would do or say next.

********

“I wonder what it could possibly be… hopefully nothing tiresome…” the priestess mused on the subject of Vrak. “And you have a point; sometimes between assistants and bodyguards, we don’t need mothers.”

Mary half-turned in her seat to look towards Cherkess.
“Seems to be urgent,” she observed calmly. “I hope nothing’s on fire.”

Ambassador Seder bows deeply again and responds as he rises.

"Your Imperial Majesty is far to generous, and we are humbled by your acceptance of the War Crown of Lord Vadim Vaad. Prince Corum hopes it will bring you fair fortune and protection as it did for it's original owner in nine hundred eighty and six Anno Domini, at the battles of The Avanc, Trozen, Temz Crossing and Issem Ford."

As he was not told what to do after finding out how things went, he awaits his next instruction silently.

*****

Sir Alec chuckles "Probably just the usual, I skipped the Republican Council meeting, Will wanted Mr. Cherkess to track me down..........." He pauses and stands "Ah! Mr. Cherkess, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Mr. Cherkess seems unamused, but remains polite and nods politely to Sister Mary "I seem to have your phone Sir Alec."

Sir Alec nods "Thank god, I'd thought I'd lost it, Mr. Cherkess, will you settle up the bill here while I walk Sister Mary back to her embassy?"

Mr. Cherkess sighs and nods and Sir Alec offers his arm to Sister Mary "Shall we then? I'll walk you back, but then I really must get to work." he says with a wink.

The Emperor inclined his head slightly, and a tapping sound came through the earpiece; the page knew from experience where this was leading.
"Wait one moment..." the page's voice was soft and unobtrusive, "He's thinking."

The moment dragged on only for a few seconds, before the Cenobriach smiled graciously and stepped back, sinking onto the throne. "We're about done, the page's voice whispered. "He'll offer a traditional blessing; return it..."

"We thank the Excellent Ambassador again for coming here today, and again for his gift of iron. He may pass onto the Prince Vaad the news that the heirloom of that house shall be kept and preserved by the Covenant, safe from harm."

A white-gloved hand was raised, palm outwards, and the Emperor intoned "May a fair wind be at your back, Iskandar of House Seder, Ambassador for the Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad, home in the gard of Klatchia."

The page's voice trickled across the link "'May the Light shine before you' is a traditional response, but you can use a Vaadian one."


*******

Mary's chuckle joined Sir Alec's as she nodded to the unamused bureaucrat.

She stood as the Minister did, and accepted the proffered arm.

As they walked from the café, she whispered, grinning, "You do enjoy tormenting that poor man, don't you?"

Ambassador Seder bowed politely again.

"I thank you, Your Imperial Majesty, May the Light shine before you."

Vaadians didn't normally offer 'blessings' a vast majority of Vaadians saw them as disingenuous and a waste of time, so Ambassador Seder stuck with what the earpiece offered.

*****

Sir Alec led the way back to the construction site with Mr. Cherkess in tow. He chuckles to Sister Mary.

"Well, he did volunteer for this duty, I torture everyone, it's just that he's around me more than anyone else."

He smiles "So, he's it."

The Emperor inclined his head, and the earpiece whispered "That's the dismissal. Take two steps back, and you're at the line. Turn, and depart. We're at the door."

If Seder were to look to either side, he would find the court to be far friendlier and respectful than they had been on his entry.

The Cenobriach meanwhile had summoned another servant, who, after a moment of whispered exchange, bowed and departed; Seder would find a fine bottle of Takuli red wine, compliments of the Royal Household, delivered to his rooms (he had done well in there). He would also find a letter from the Ambassador-General, inquiring if Vaadian etiquette required that a reciprocal gift be presented to Great Laasic when Créyan arrived, and if so, what would be appropriate.

*******

Mary laughed in response. As far as she could see, Cherkess didn't object too much, well, not enough for him to be having a serious problem. Anyway, Sir Alec seemed to be the sort that only teased the people he liked.

Ambassador Seder followed the instructions carefully and departed. While he may be looking at the gathered courtiers he gave no indication of it and did not change his expression as he turned to leave.

He then looked over the wine and letter back at his rooms and informed the Ambassador-General that no gift would be required and if one was presented , it should not be presented to any member of the Republican Council, but to Prince Corum personally. After all receiving a gift could get a member of the Republican Council into very serious trouble.

He was very pleased with his whole experience and informed Sir Alec and Prince Corum.

*****

Sir Alec led the way back to the construction site and and bowed politely to Sister Mary "Well, good then, if you do have any problems with anything, please give my office a call. I do look forward to Baron Creyan's return."

He smiles and heads off with Mr. Cherkess following, apparently asking about his cell phone.

Créyan's arrival in Great Lassic was low-key, nothing special. Commercial jet. A message was sent to Sir Alec's office, enquiring as to the protocol arrangements regarding the presentation of credentials. Mary disappeared from the now-completed the same day, taking the return flight to Arn-Jaf'na..

Differences between Ambassadors Seder and Créyan would be instantly noticeable; Seder had gone out of his way to meet and greet the locals. Créyan was a diplomat in the traditional UIK mould; friendly, but not exactly approachable; nice, but not welcoming. There was now a stiffness to him that no-one seemed to be able to dispel.

Accepting ambassadors in the Free Republic was decidedly unceremonial and very uncomplicated. It simply required that the Ambassador show up at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and present his credentials to the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

It was quick and only took a few minutes and then Créyan would be free to do whatever busy work UIK Ambassador's normally did. Ilek-Vaad is a place where most people keep to themselves and Baron Créyans behavior would simply be considered 'polite' in Great Lassic. People in the Free Republic had grown to expect very little from foreigners, even those that were favorably regarded. Most Vaadians considered it simply a matter of time until yet another nation would find some excuse to attack the Free Republic.

When informed of the exact process Créyan was surprised, but not at all put out; at the actual presentation he confessed to Sir Alec that the only reason Seder's reception had been before the Court was because the Emperor wanted to get some measure of the man (although it could have been far more formal than it was). His wife, who had joined him, and was a Sakenese, rolled her eyes and muttered that the real reason was that "the yukes like to dress up all fancy."

They were both right, in a way.

Créyan also added that since gifts could get Sir Alec in trouble, he hoped that the Minister and his partner would do them the honour of a dinner at the Embassy one evening, semi-formal attire. A nice little social evening with senior staffers, as a token of friendship. The Ambassador would make several such offers over the next few months; often a guest from the UIK or another Covenant nation would be present. Once it was Sister Mary, come back to conduct a regular security review. Another time it was the Junior Minister of External Affairs, a coolly polite young man by the name of Alexandr L'Tan.

The expectations held by many Vaadian people would have been greeted with surprise and incredulity by every single Macisikani person who had been involved in this saga, from Sister Mary and her pet monkey, up to the disdainful royal slouched on his icy throne; the idea hadn't even entered anyone's head.

Sir Alec was pleasantly amused by Créyan and his wife's appraisal of why Ambassador Seder's unnecessarily formal reception.

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it, Seder is a Velites Kerbal, they like dressing up like that and apparently they only get to every couple of years. I'm sure he was positively delighted to put on his formal pajamas."


Sir Alec was famous for never turning down an invitation to a party, formal or not, although he was always in attendance with a different 'partner' each time, typically some outrageously attractive young lady that was shallow enough to be easily impressed by someone who use 'Sir' in front of his name.

He is always pleased to meet any official that shows up and always seems irrepressibly jovial. Always one for debates as well.

The Vaadian psyche is a collective enigma, formed by betrayal after betrayal on the international stage, what at one point was probably a mild xenophobia had grown over the centuries to an extreme form of open disdain for anyone who was not Vaadian, and Vaadians always seemed able to tell who was and who wasn't, despite the startling number of races and colors represented in the Free Republic. When not in the company of Vaadians the Ambassador and his staff could count on being treated brusquely, but never violently and unfairly.

Sir Alec's warning had been correct, no harm was likely to befall them, but being accepted, even on a superficial level , would prove to be a near impossibility.

On the surface, Seder was accepted into the fabric of the city. Once the initial rush of the curious had drained away, a comfortable routine sprang up. The nearest office workers, and assorted officials from other Embassies, invited him (and other officials) to join their bridge club. Old Mrs. Thaites, who cleaned the Wisjersian Ambassador's quarters during the day, and who went past the Vaadian Embassy every morning, always had a kind word for any of the newcomers she ran into. Staffers at the nearby coffee houses greeted Vaadians with a smile and remembered names.

But there was always something out of place, something that didn't quite fit. A note in Mrs. Thaites' voice. The paperboy's smile. A gleam in the eye of a barista. Something minor, but not quite right.

The stiffness that had settled over Créyan and his staff had a similar tone. The diplomatic staff kept to themselves, only deigning to mix with others as much as was necessary. Private citizens were few and far between; an even dozen, perhaps, visited Great Laasic over six months. In the main, the Covenant nations were represented by agents recruited from other areas (but not the nearby Federation). And they all carried themselves with the same stiffness.

And it wasn't the attitude of the locals that seemed to discomfort them, nor the ever-mounting tensions with the sprawling Federation to the west.

Ambassador Seder is a typical Vaadian, he minds his own business. The feelings and attitudes of the people around him bring no second thought to his mind, and it is simply impolite to acknowledge such things. So long as his relations were cordial with the UIK officials he needed to work with, he had absolutely no concerns. He is a naturally friendly and accommodating man, but to those that don't warm up to him, he is quick to stop trying.

While he wasn't much of a bridge player, he would join the group, though he much preferred poker. He is also rather meticulous, it takes some months until he is pleased enough with his residence to host a get together, formal attire required for those 'friends' he's made and UIK officials, careful to invite the Emperor, although he would hardly expect him to intend, he considers it the polite thing to do.

Back in Lassic however Sir Alec is very un-Vaadian. The more Créyan and his staff stiffen, the more he is eager to engage with them. Making sure that Créyan is invited to every summer affair of note in the capital and is always pointing out events of interest across the country.

Eventually he takes the extreme measure of inviting Créyan to a one on one dinner at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The Royal Household RSVP'd promptly to the invitation; a polite (and expected) declination to attend. Other local officials in varying capacities attended or declined depending how much they liked Seder (rather than how much they liked Ilek-Vaad). It was a moderate turnout, all told, but quite a good one considering the nature of the beast.

The Embassy staff would smile politely and take every piece of material handed to them with profuse thanks, but a cursory inquiry would reveal that barely one in ten of the events and attractions pointed out to them was actually attended. Créyan was sometimes present at the summer events, sometimes absent (depending on the man's workload), but each incidence was the same. The Baron and Baroness were impeccably polite (to everyone they met), but failed to thaw; conversations tended to falter after the second sentence, smiles quite never reached their eyes, and they never seemed to relax, even for an instant.

Créyan politely accepted the invitation and arrived at the Foreign Ministry slightly early, bearing a bottle of wine for his host.

Baron Créyan arrived just as everyone was heading home for the evening, Sir Alec meets him at the door.

"Ah, Baron Créyan, how good of you to stop by, I've convinced the kitchen staff to stick around but we'll have about forty five minutes before dinner." He accepts the wine "We'll put this on ice. Follow me."

He leads Baron Créyan to one of the private dining rooms, very well furnished and comfortable " Please take a seat, what would you like to drink?" He asks as he goes around the bar. "Anyhow, I feel we have something to discuss?"

Créyan smiled and nodded to Sir Alec as he was greeted.

"Are you well, Sir Alec?" he inquired as he was lead into the dining rooms.

"Just water, thank you," he said as he seated himself. "The instructions on the bottle say no alcohol."

The question drew a slight frown.
"We have something to discuss? Is there a matter of concern Great Laasic wishes to raise with Arn-Maciska?"

Sir Alec nods "I am well enough I suppose."

He prepares a glass of water for Baron Créyan and brings it around to him and has a seat himself as a member of the kitchen staff enters with bread and butter and roasted garlic, once he leaves Sir Alec continues.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure. Ambassador Seder reported that things went well enough, yet I am seeing that your initial enthusiasm for this posting has waned, considerably. I'm just wondering, personally, what has changed? I know it's just not here Ambassador Seder has noticed the same thing."

He pauses and sips at his scotch "He of course doesn't care so long as he can fulfill his legal duties without interference, but I'm a different matter altogether, I have very little to do, so I'm going to pry. I had planned on plying you with alcohol........"

he finishes with a chuckle.

"Well," the Baron titled his head, "I'm also not allowed to operate heavy machinery. But that matter you raise... I'm not sure I quite follow you... My assignment here is only temporary; it runs out in a few weeks, so I'm perhaps not choosing to form ongoing attachments... is that perhaps what you meant?"

The man was genuinely confused. It looked as though the stiffness was entirely unconscious on his part.

"And regarding Ambassador Seder, have my countrymen caused offence in some manner?" the confusion in his tone only increased with that remark.

Sir Alec chuckles "No, no, no offence, just a change is the manner in which we were initially received. You and your staff and countrymen so much more eager to have relations with The Free Republic until embassies were actually exchanged, and then things cooled off."

He pauses and refills his glass " Perhaps I am just getting a bit too sensitive, most of my countrymen would care less, but you foreigners are my job, so I try and be a bit more proactive when I sense a change."

"It's almost as if you're having regrets about being our friends?"

"A change in..." the Baron repeated, then "Oh! Oh, you mean that," Créyan frowned.

"What your Ambassador would be picking up on is normal; my countrymen sensing that he's a stranger in a strange land. But us here?" the man looked troubled.

"Minister, let me explain something first. Technically it's a state secret, but no-one bothers to enforce it. The Vårheimi races of humanity are all empathic, to a greater or lesser degree. Mostly, it's an incredibly useless trait; relying on it I wouldn't know if you were cheating at cards or not. It's usually a sense of what does and does not... fit? I think is the word," he shook his head. "Vague feelings. Hunches. Dreams and nightmares, and just as disjointed. I can generally make more sense out of what my subconscious produces after I have curry right before bed. It is more of an annoyance most of the time," he huffed irritably, then shook his head.

"But something... At first I thought it was just normal acclimatisation issues; we're in a new land, of course there's going to be a lag before we're fully comfortable with the way your continent feels... but it doesn't last this long," he looked at the Vaadian seriously.

"Sir Alec, I think there is something wrong in the gard of Klatchia. Something that doesn't... fit; like there's another gard, another world, touching this one. And it's casting a shadow across the continent." the Ambassador cast a worried glance towards a wall; if Sir Alec knew the orientation of the room, he'd know that the Macisikani had unknowingly just cast a glance in the exact direction of the Gonad Peninsula.

Sir Alec gives Baron Créyan a very, very skeptical look.

"If you start channeling someone, I'm leaving. So what you're saying is, there is a powerful disturbance in the force?"

He was obviously poking a bit of fun at Créyan, he looked about to say something else, but before he could, Mr. Cherkess entered and looked very concerned, ironically he entered through the West door, the direction which Créyan had directed his intense gaze.

"Pardon me, Minister, Ambassador......" He said as he entered and hands a sheet of paper to Sir Alec, who looked the paper over and clicked his tongue.

"Well, I don't know about empathy or such, but there is something amiss. Corum Vaad has just been named Regent of The United Duchies of Alcona and Hubris." Sir Alec hands the press release back to Mr. Cherkess.

"Thank you Alan." He then turns back to Baron Créyan as Mr. Cherkess leaves "Tell me more about this 'empathy, if you can?"

OOC: Isn't the Federation to the west of your nation?
IC:
When Cherkess entered, Créyan nodded to the other man, and then titled his head slightly.

"I was wondering if he had a first name..." he murmured after the assistant had left. His attention seemed drawn off to the side as he added in the same voice, "We shall have an official letter of congratulations sent to His Highness when I communicate with Arn-Maciska..." He snapped back to reality as Sir Alec asked his question, looking vaguely affronted, before bursting into laughter.

"Sir Alec," he said, sobering, "the only person who "channels" that I know of is Sister Mary, and I don't think it counts if she stops suddenly and says "gotcha!"," he shook his head, then looked at the other seriously.

"The Archdeacon said you'd have this reaction. The force," he smirked, "is a concept best left to the screenwriters, but if it helps you to think of it that way..." he shrugged. "We call it... what is the English... the talent I think is the word. But whatever you call it, I know of no-one who can physically manipulate objects with their minds," he took a sip.

"It's entirely mental," his lips quirked at the pun, "and the strength is variable, as is the control; some people are true telepaths, most aren't. Our embassy Archdeacon can pick up on feelings, and Sister Mary uses it to tell when someone's bluffing in card games. They demonstrate a conscious control. Most of us don't have that, so it manifests as hunches, gut feelings, and is generally useless until after the fact," he sighed. "It's bloody annoying, excuse my, ah, Federal Klatchian," his mouth quirked.

"But, getting back to relevance to you; it's a bit hard to relax and unwind when you keep turning around expecting to see a large angry dog growling at you from the corner. On the bright side, whatever it is, it's in the Federation, not the Free Republic."

Sir Alec chuckles "If it happens in the Klatch, eventually The Free Republic will have to clean it up. The Federation dosen't even police it's own waters with the exception of 'The Squall Straits Customs' of course. Whatever it is, IF it is , it will be our problem given enough time to fester and spread."

He pauses as they are interrupted again this time by a waitress bringing out several small plates of appetizers, stuffed mushrooms, crawfish, cheese covered bread. "And things do tend to fester in this part of the world."

"I'm afraid that I don't believe in your 'empathy' unverifiable hunches and gut feelings, sounds a bit fishy."

OOC:

Yes, West, I keep forgetting that Ilek-Vaad is the dark, dangerous East.

OOC: Sorry about delays, been slightly ill.
IC:

Créyan spat out something in Ka'ani at the mention of the Squall Straits Customs Department. Clearly it was still a sore spot.

"Frankly I didn't expect you to believe me Sir Alec," he said with a shrug. "You strike me as a practical, "seeing-is-believing type", which is a good quality," he delicately plucked a slice of cheese-covered bread.

"Be that as it may, there's something festering in Klatch, which doesn't belong," a slight pause in order to rescue the bread before it disintegrated.

"And there are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," he quoted, and began to chew.

Sir Alec "The only thing festering in the Klatch that doesn't belong is any number of Federation officials."

He pauses as the main course arrives, there was no menu tonight, apparently Sir Alec had given the kitchen staff short notice so it is a relatively spartan meal of coq au vin with steamed vegetables.

"I would accuse you of making up the whole empathy, but I honestly can't see what you'd have to gain by making it up, other than to irritate me."

He pauses and squints at Creyan "I haven't figured out if you'd be the type to enjoy irritating me yet, but I don't think that's it........" He pauses testing the chicken " So, what exactly was your Emperor looking for when he examined the Lord Vaad's gift?"

Sir Alec's comment about Federation Officials elicited a measured, but genuine, chuckle. The mirth was sucked away by the next few remarks, and Créyan pursed his lips.

"Unlike your Federal neighbours, we hold that irritating foreign government officials for its own sake serves no purpose. I assure you, ser, I am most serious," his eyes were utterly devoid of humour, and his tone was grave. If it was a hoax, then the man was a superb actor. "Indeed, if you wish, I can arrange for a demonstration,

He waited for Sir Alec to take a bite before he even looked at his own main course.

"Only he knows." Créyan said in reference to the question. "And I don't like to speculate on what he was thinking. I do know that he didn't find "anything interesting"... and was quite amused, now I come to think of it, when he gave me my letter of credence to pass to you. Something about tests and counter-tests," Créyan was quite mystified, and disconcerted, by the Emperor's behaviour, and it showed.

Incessant giggling was not something normally connected to that chill personage.

Sir Alec chuckles "I didn't mean to imply you would irritate foreign government officials for amusement, I meant that you'd irritate me for amusement. I'm hardly a government official except that I am."

He has a few bites and chews thoughtfully for a minute "What sort of demonstration? A seance?" He was clearly having some fun with the topic now.

"In all honesty, I'm not sure about that gift to your emperor myself. Technically I have nothing to do with the Vaad family and Ambassador Seder was picked because of his familiarity with formal functions of the House of Vaad. I had no idea he was bearing a gift from Prince Corum. Whatever 'test' was being presented or taken, hopefully your emperor and Prince Corum knows exactly what it is."

Créyan looked puzzled.
"Irritate you for amusement? What possible purpose could that serve?" the joke had gone over his head.

"And no, no seances, ser, you don't go waking up the dead. In case they won't let you put them back to sleep," that one also cleared the Macisikani's hair by several feet. The next part though, the Ambassador was able to deal with.

"For all I know it was one of those crazy internet personality tests, or some sort of code about doing some metalwork in their spare time as a hobby." Créyan shrugged.

"It's unlikely, but possible, and in any case, His Serene Majesty thought Ser Seder displayed "proper form", and he quite liked the present," the Baron took a sip of water. "As did young Prince Nicholas. It's currently loaned to, and on display in, the Takuli Imperial Museum in Saint-Saen. I hear that their entire Congress of Lords has gone to see the exhibit.... artefacts from beyond Arn-Jaf'na are rare back home..." he shrugged again.

"But so are foreign guests. Lady Valdir doesn't encourage them. She doesn't encourage us to leave either. The world out there, is not very hospitable; look up the phrase "Angelic Freedom" and tell me I'm wrong."

Sir Alec chuckles benignly at Créyan's puzzled responses.

"Let's just say I'm a target of much undeserved irritation. Seances were once very fashionable in Lassic, although they were entirely frauds, I'm sure. Houdini would have had his debunking work cut out for him around here in the nineteen twenties and thirties. A trend that has quite rightly passed on in it's own right."

He smiles and has a couple of bites of the chicken and vegetables and listen to Créyan thoughtfully.

"Prince Corum hopes he was suitably impressed, it actually is an antique, though not entirely priceless. From what he said all of the Kings of Lassic had two or three war crown's made in their lifetimes, sometimes as many as eight for those that tended to lose them or damage them. It's said that The Vaad stopped having them commissioned after twelve of them, of course he had a penchant for leaping off his horse into enemy formations if you believe the legends."

He smiles "I do hope that when things settle down that we will see more of your people here, I'm sure you won't find any angelic freedom, but you will find vacation spots without tourist traps and street hawkers following you incessantly. I'd suggest the black sands of Costa Mela, unbearably hot right now, but at eighty degrees in the winter, you can't beat it. No high rise hotels there to obscure the beach either, The Nachxa won't have them."

*****

Meanwhile in Arn-Maciska a change was occurring with Ambassador Seder. At the Conclave that had approved the Regency of Prince Corum to the United Duchies, Ambassador Seder's brother had been 'Titled', named Exarch Seder. The House of Seder had risen from the untitled ranks of the Kerbals to the 'Nobility'. Ambassador Seder was delightfully filling out cards for all of his contacts in Arn-Maciska to inform them that his new title was that of Manglevites.

There were also invitations to a very sumptuous and formal party at his residence, he was eager to show off his new Galvorn breastplate, he was allowed to wear one with the livery of his own house and not the white scorpion of the ranks of the untitled. Well over five centuries of service it had taken to attain this honor and Ambassador Seder was itching to celebrate it. It was rare to see an openly joyful Vaadian.

Créyan nodded along with the brief history lesson, but didn't offer comment.

"No, Angelic Freedom isn't active here," Créyan said dryly. "No big bangs in public places, and a lack of disembowelled children tells me those terrorists haven't visited your shores," he took a sip of water, as if to wash some taste out of his mouth.

"Regarding the tourism issue... well, it's hard to entice my countrymen out at the best of times, but with luck, you'll see more of us when your neighbours regain their senses and manners... sorry, I should say if they regain them," his mouth quirked.

*****

Again the Palace regretfully informed the Vaadian Ambassador that the Royal Couple would be unable to attend; His Majesty wasn't in the UIK at present, and Her Majesty was on holiday in a tropical seaside town, resting to ease her pregnancy. Prince Nicholas was in the city however, and wrote to congratulate the Ambassador on his elevation, making several remarks in public about how events such as this deserved recognition. It being the proper form for a host to their guest.

Perhaps it was the Prince's remarks, or perhaps Seder had managed to thaw through some of the locals' frozen hearts, but only four people declined his invitations; one was with His Majesty, two had prior engagements and were unable to cancel, and the other was ill.

The ones who did say they were coming were all bearing gifts; often of an alcoholic nature, but there were a few ornaments, and (with the letter sent by the Prince) a framed copy of the photo of Seder and the university students signed by the students themselves (with a card of congratulations from them) - the Prince noting that his cousin's team had come second.

Sir Alec smiles "That's it, you're starting to loosen up a bit and maybe even understand the Klatch!."

He has a few more bites of food before continuing " No, no terrorists here. There have been two attempts that I recall, some religious fundamentalists, muslims I think, and the Cheka effort to build a house bomb in Trozen. It's a hard trick to pull off around here, what with everyone being in the Velite Guard, and our suspicion of you shifty foreigners." He adds with a chuckle.

"Things have a way of working themselves out, all it will take is the King of Vrak, or The Kaiser of Germania to wake up and realize they're actually taking orders from a Dyellian, then they'll forget all about us."

*****

Ambassador Seder is very appreciative of all of his guests and greets each of them personally at the door, accepting their gifts with many thanks. He has certainly spared no expense for his party. He is also pleased to display his new breastplate.

He had dressed in the 'formal' attire of the Velite Kerbals, a black suit with no tie and his breastplate instead of a vest and cumber bun, as well as his sword. The beastplate is etched with a bas relief of a burly looking man gripping a hammer in one hand and an iron bar in the other with a row of armed Kerbals at the ready behind him. The elven Galvorn metal despite being black, is very shiny, and the workmanship is obviously of a very high quality.

The guests are treated to drink at an open bar along with hors 'douvres, and then a seven course formal dinner, followed by dancing accompanied by a chamber orchestra. It seemed that he was able to use the extra space in the larger than usual Vaadian embassy quite well.

Créyan shrugged noncommittally. Scuttlebutt said that the Tzarina and ab Ieauf were not as easily dismissed as Sir Alec believed.

"Yes, I did hear about that house bomb. Nasty business all around," he said. "And perhaps you are right, and this little episode with the Federation will just blow over like the others."

*****

The locals were certainly pleased with the hospitality, particularly the food; Seder would quickly be able to note that the Macisikani (and their various nations) had a tradition of enjoying their meals. Drinking was in moderation, but it was done at a steady rate; the aim seemed to be to become mellow (even tipsy) but remain alert.

They also showed adeptness with a variety of dancing styles; progressive partner, fast, slow, it hardly mattered - at least a third of them were on the dance floor, and none seemed inclined to leave early.

"Well only time will tell, I suppose. It's out of my hands. Another quirk of the Vaadian system. It's the Supreme Republican Commander's problem now. " He says as he finishes up his main dish, then he chuckles.

"I'm guessing Madam Ab Ieauf won't talk to him because he's so handsome, she likes to be the one drawing glances in the room, she wouldn't want the tables turned. Can you believe he was People's 'Most Eligible Bachelor' last year? He beat me out by like twenty places. The indignity!"

He chuckles and leans back as the waiter returns and begins clearing the plates.

"Dessert?" he asks Baron Créyan.

******

Ambassador Seder was pleased to let his guests dance all night if they liked. He also appeared to have the ability to drink truly heroic amounts of scotch without becoming sloppy drunk, sure his eyes looked a bit glassy, but he just became more genial as the night wore on. Even to the point of asking any unattended young ladies to dance.

Creyan blinked several times during Sir Alec's spiel, not quite sure what to make of the monologue. He did seem quite enthusiastic about the idea of dessert.

"I'm afraid I have never met the Madam President, I wouldn't be able to judge that." If Creyan knew what view the Lord-President Foxworth had of ab Ieauf, he didn't voice it.

"So you are still unattached then ser?" the tone was one of polite enquiry.

******

Seder would have found no end of unattached younger ladies willing to dance. In Macisikani social intercourse, dancing sometimes had connotations, but in instances such as this, it merely meant that people were having fun. Of course, speculative gleams danced in the eyes of several of the older ladies in the room as they watched the Ambassador. Unattached dignitaries were seldom above the attentions of that set, and knowing the person's preferences made the task easier - foreigners could be so touchy about that sort of thing.

Sir Alec chuckles as the waiter brings the dessert trolley out "I know that look, the 'Sir Alec I know the perfect girl for you' look, but I don't think it will work out, I am a bit of a misogynist pig and I tend to wear on the ladies rather quickly."

Sir Alec didn't seem concerned with pressing his previous point and selected a nice slice of marble cheesecake. There were various cheesecakes, crepes and frosted cakes on the trolley.

"Unless of course you know a young lady you don't particularly like and want to traumatize her with a blind date with me." He smiles impishly.

*****

In most of the Free Republic dancing was just dancing. Anyone that looked close enough would not see a wedding ring on Ambassador Seder's hand, and he hadn't brought any family to UIK with him, if he had any.

Ambassador Seder certainly did not act like he had anyone to worry about being upset by his dancing with other ladies.

There was a momenet when Creyan seemed to be wrestling with some sort of moral dilemma; he managed to regain his mental balance, and merely chuckled along with the joke.

*****

Of course the elderly aunts were quick to note the lack of wedding band; they also took careful note of the types of young lady that the Ambassador preferred to dance with. If nothing else, the reasoning ran, powerful personal connections that helped ease international diplomacy could be made.

Sir Alec smiles "Now you're starting to get it. I'll make a Vaadian out of you before you leave here. Won't the wife be surprised."

He chuckles again as he tucks into dessert.

******

Ambassador Seder entertains his guests, apparently oblivious to the international diplomatic repercussions. When early morning rolls around he makes sure to see all of his guests out, tanking them all for coming and giving each of the ladies a gift basket with various scented candles and expensive lotions lotions that one of his female assistants assured him she'd kill to have and the gentlemen each receive a travel humidor with expensive cigars and a hip flask of expensive scotch.

Creyan's answering smile didn't quite reach all the way to his eyes, but he seemed more relaxed than earlier.

He was also apparently ravenous; the entire plate was consumed.

*******

The gifts were accepted with smiles and appreciative words, Most of them were put to use quite quickly, although the cigars were invariably placed into attics, only to be brought out if the Vaadians called; smoking was considered an unspeakably vile habit.

Still, it was the thought that counted, and Seder made a good impression that night.

Sir Alec simply nods, apparently satisfied "If you like more, I can call the waiter back out? I'm sure they won't mind seconds on dessert, or the main course if you'd like?"

Sir Alec simply relaxed and freshened his drink. He looked pensive.

*****

Ambassador Seder was sure the next day to also send along thank you cards for those that attended. Then he had work to do, Prince Corum, the new Regent of The United Duchies had a plan and his faithful retainer was given a delicate job, considering his Ambassadorship.

His first task would be to contact the Ministry of External Affairs and see about arranging for a delicate visitor.

"If you would be so good ser, a second platter of dessert would be appreciated," Creyan nodded, and refilled his glass.

Undoubtedly the Imperial noted the Minister's pensive look, but, where Sir Alec chose to press such matters, Creyan merely remained silent. If the Minister wanted to share, he reasoned, the other man would. If he didn't, it would be impolite to press it.

*****

It was widely known, thanks to gossip, that the President of Klatch had been shamelessly courting the Covenant Lord-President, Sir Edmund Foxworth, and was dispatching her own mission to court Arn-Maciska. The Rechtaire in charge of pan-Klatchian Relations was still fascinated by the Vrakians, and was promoting diplomatic ties to them, and the Dyellians had been quietly repairing the damage caused by the Squall Straits Debacle by appealing to the wallets of the resource-hungry Imperial captains of industry.

The sum of the whole wasn't as impressive as the parts implied; Greenmotte was listening to the Federation, but that was all.

Stonebridge was another story; they didn't like to be disturbed, and their subordinates were keenly aware of this.

The Secretariat of State for Ambassadorial Affairs, the first point of contact for foreign Embassies in the Covenant, was cautiously curious. Who, exactly, was coming? For what purpose? For how long? The three questions that would need to be answered before it could ever get to the Minister's desk. She wasn't fond of having to do work that could be handled at a lower level.

Sir Alec smiles and calls the waiter back in , who quickly retrieves the dessert trolley and brings it back in.

"They aren't feeding you at the embassy? I can recommend several good take out places if you like?"

While he may have felt like saying more, he was not going to push a burgeoning friendship to simply make political hay.

*****

The answers were quick in coming:

The visitor would be Velites Kerbals Executor Edlund, Secondus to The Lord Vaad, he would be staying approximately five days and his business was personal and only for the ears of The Lord Vaad's Cousin-Monarch, The Emperor or a member of his household.

There would also be some ceremonial matters. Ambassador Seder also made it perfectly clear that the visit was wholly contingent on acceptance by the United Imperial Kingdoms and if the Emperor did not wish to be bothered, The Lord Vaad would understand.

In answer Créyan muttered something about "waiting five to six hours between meals, stupid doctor". The second round of desert followed the first down his gullet, and he leaned back, sated.

"A fine meal Sir Alec. I would toast you, but this is water," he smiled and sipped the glass anyway.

******

Stonebridge's answer was a very grudging, and very conditional, yes.

Prince Alexander had agreed to take the meeting and relay the details to his father. If he didn't like what he heard, the matter would be discontinued. The Lord Secundus would be permitted passage through the Port of the Covenant, and movement within the diplomatic access areas of Arn-Maciska, nowhere else (barring emergencies). The Lord Secundus, as a personal emissary of a head of state, was permitted an honour guard of forty to accompany him (in addition to civilian staff), and an honour guard of six when in the presence of the Prince Royal.

Alexander's staff indicated that His Royal Highness was amenable to the meeting taking place in Arn-Jaf'na or at Stonebridge Palace, it made little difference.

Sir Alec chuckles "I'll accept a toast with water. Mind you , I think I'd rather die that take any medication that required me to give up alcohol."

He raises his glass and smiles "To mortality, and then to sleep, perchance to dream."

He takes a hearty drink.

*****

Ambassador Seder responded that the whole set of arrangements was more than satisfactory.

Executor Sebastors Edlund ,his preferred title or Sebastor for short, Ambassador Seder explained politely. Lord was reserved for only family members of the Lord Vaad and the Lord Vaad himself in Great Lassic. Sebastor Edlund would arrive in two days with an Exarch and ten of his Kerbals.

Créyan quirked an eyebrow. The toast sounded almost spiritual in tone.

"I had no idea you had a touch of the philosopher about you," he said with a smile, "To this life," he drank sparingly; though he'd been given permission, he still considered it rude to toast with water.

*****

The reply, channelled like the rest of the dialogue through the MEA, was short and to the point. One could imagine the MEA officers wincing at the original terse tone.

Executor Sebastors Edlund would be received by the Prince Royal at Stonebridge Palace; the message was mum on why that location had been chosen over Arn-Jaf'na. The appointment was set for 11:00hrs local time, in the Velvet Room. The Executor had the choice of being collected by the Palace, or taking an Embassy or private vehicle; in any case, he would be received at the Envoy's Gate.

Sir Alec smiles "Well, I did attempt to write a book of philosophy at one time but it ended being about home-brewing beer."

He chuckles "Well, I seem to have gotten to the root of my concerns. Empaths, eh? I'm afraid I will have to note that in your permanent file. I'm glad that we have yet to offend any of you,not that we aren't trying."

He leans back and relaxes "Well, are there any questions I can answer for you?"

*****

Sebastor Edlund and his party would arrive promptly and use embassy vehicles to The Envoy's Gate at Stonebridge Palace, if this location was some sort of slight as compared to being met in Arn-Jaf'na, the Sebastor and his Exarchs seemed not to notice or take any offence at all.

They are all dressed 'casual', that is formal suits with ornate breastplates instead of a vest and tie and matching gauntlets, all burnished black. Normally they would also be armed, but aired on the side of caution and left behind their formal swords and axes, and customary 9mm submachine guns, out of deference for their hosts.

They would arrive at The Envoy's Gate and wait until instructed to enter.

"Everyone needs a hobby. If it is productive, than all the better," Créyan's voice held some warmth; proper home-brew was hard to make, and showed a sense of diligence (and patience and good luck that the Baron never seemed to have in that area, prompting his wife to ban all attempts).

Créyan nodded.
"To be honest, Sir Alec, I'm surprised you didn't know. We usually make a point of telling people... I guess it was assumed knowledge in your case..." he swirled the water around in his glass.

"Anyway, questions? No, not really," he smiled. "You tend to be an upfront nation. No... no... what is the word? No dissembling."

*****

Being received at Stonebridge Palace in the Imperial Capital, as opposed to a bunker in the Port of the Covenant on the Frontier, could be seen as an insult, but not to the Macisikani mind. No sooner had the Vaadians arrived than a footman and a pair of pages emerged to guide them in; the air seemed to swirl around them as they moved, an effect of the heavy mist that had draped the city since before dawn.

The Executor was received in the Velvet Room; the same chamber that Seder had presented his credentials in. The harsh lights that had marked the Emperor's presence were off this time; instead soft warm lights lit the sides behind the columns, revealing carpet the colour of wine. The first metre of the wall was panelled in some dark reddish wood, then cream walls rose to disappear into the ceiling. Alcoves were positioned between the columns, each bearing the bust of some nameless man or woman carved from white marble.

Prince Alexander was seated upright in the same throne his father had occupied; the path to it was rather more brightly lit than the galleries, but continued the same warm yellow theme. The young man, clothed from foot to neck in black cloth that seemed formless, bore a resemblance to his father, and had a golden circlet resting on his auburn hair. Flanking him to the left was an older woman in clerical robes; a mace hung from her waist. She was inscrutable; he wore an air of idle interest.

The curved wall behind him hosted three doors, two opposite each other, one directly behind the throne. Stationed around the dais were three men and one woman in armour; the only badge was a stylised rod on the breastplate. Each one bore a sheathed sword.

Apparently this time the footman who had escorted the Vaadians in was to act as seneschal, although this time he walked with them to the edge of the rotunda before speaking.

"To His Royal Highness, Prince Royal Alexander deMakra, I present the Executor Sebastors Edlund, personal envoy of His Sovereign Highness, the Prince Corum Vaad of Ilek-Vaad," the escorts quickly withdrew, leaving the Vaadians alone with the Prince.

"Welcome to Stonebridge," Alexander said in formal tones, "Executor Sebastors Edlund; come forward, and be heard."

Sir Alec winks "Oh, we dissemble, but we do it so subtly that no one notices. Well, I think we can call it an evening then? I don't think we have any outstanding issues to resolve. I can see the beginnings of an amicable concordance between our great nations."

*****

As he was introduced Sebastor Edlund bows low, as he does this his Exarchs bow their heads and drop down to one knee. He approaches when bid to do so, being mindful of the line.

"I thank you, for your hospitality and for allowing me to impose upon your valueable time, your Majesty." He bows again as he speaks.

Sebastors Edlund, older brother of Field Marshall Edlund looks to be about in his late sixties, early seventies, but still appears to be enjoying the robustness and health of youth. Being an Executor he is protected by the 'Will' of the Patriarch of the house of Vaad, and the Lord Vaad's Will fights strenously against intrusions of the mind, something an empath would most certainly notice.

He straightens himself again, speaking , perhaps out of turn, but certainly out of necessity. "I come by order of my Dread Lord to extend to your Father's house a Courtesy that is required by his generous acceptance of friendship. IF it so pleases your Majesty?"

Créyan gave Sir Alec a blank look, but let it slide.
"Yes, indeed," he said, "thank you for sharing your table and hearth. If anything should come up, I believe we know how to get in touch," the skin around his eyes crinkled slightly. "I think we can work together," he concluded.

******

The cleric raised an eyebrow at the form of address; "Majesty" was reserved for the lad's parents. Alexander disregarded it as unimportant though; the respect was there.

"Know that you have the ear of our Father through our ear," he said. "Speak, and we will hear."

If Alexander was one of the more sensitive empaths, and picked up on the Lord Vaad's Will, he gave no sign. In any case, no attempt was being made to enter the Executor's mind, or those of any of his Exarchs. They weren't hostiles after all.

Sir Alec smiles and chuckles, standing to shake Créyan's hand warmly.

"No, thank you for coming, and don't be a stranger. You're always welcome around here."

*****

When addressing the Byzantine Emperor, 'Imperial Majesty' was appropriate and heir designates were normally referred to as 'Majesty'. As Ambassador Seder had used Imperial Majesty with the Cenobriach, Sebastor Edlund simply used what would have been appropriate for the Byzantine court, it was not meant as a slight. However it did show that while the Kerbals were keen that their titles and forms of address be correct, it was obvious they did not take as seriously the titles of those they were addressing.

Sebastors Edlund bowed gracefully again.

"I thank you. It is written in the law of The House of Vaad that certain Courtesies are always reserved for Noble Houses in foreign lands that accept the friendship of The House of Vaad.

I am certain you know that The Lord Vaad is outfitting an expedition to The Gonaad in The Klatchia, the first campaign in several hundred years for his House, as in times gone by he is compelled to extend the Courtesy of Offering commissions at his side for any young nobles in service of your House.

The Lord Vaad knows that often young men that are second sons burn with the desire for titles greater than what they may inherit and to have a legacy of their own. The Ranks of The Velites Kerbals are open to these men. Volunteers of noble blood that are willing to fight for The Lord Vaad and do so with marked ability are often asked to join The Lord Vaad's court.

The Lord Vaad makes this offer. You are under no obligation to accept, and if you wish to disregard this Courtesy, it will have no bearing on the Friendship that The Lord Vaad bears for your father and your Noble House."

Créyan smiled and shook the Minister's hand, thanking him again for the meal, before taking his leave.

*****

The precise forms of address in the Covenant differed at every level, and were onion-layered. Foreigners were expected to make mistakes, as they weren't to know. If someone had told the Executor the correct form, that would be different, but no-one had briefed him, so he wasn't to know.

Alexander stared at some far-distant scene above and behind the executor, allowing a pause between the offer and his response.

"You present an interesting proposal from your lord," he said returning his gaze to the other man, "but we must decline; such participation is forbidden," the Prince leaned back slightly, considering. "You are however, welcome to offer contracts to the mercenary guilds. As are any and all of our Embassy partners."

The silent cleric's face was unreadable.

Senastor Edlund bows deeply "I understand your Majesty. As I stated, it is simply a courtesy that the Lord Vaad wished that I Extend to your House.

Other rules of The House of Vaad prohibits the hiring of mercenaries. It took considerable cajoling to gain his acceptance of the 'lending' of The Free Republic's Retaliatory Guard units for the campaign."

He nods as he straightens up " I will convey your answer to The Lord Vaad. If you should reconsider or have any questions in the future I can be contacted in Great Lassic at your leisure. I again thank you for allowing this poor servant of my Master's House to impose upon your time. You have been more than generous."

"A courtesy that we acknowledge, but could never accept," the Prince answered. "In absence of specific treaty or legislation stating exception, Father's subjects cannot serve in foreign armies," he smiled slightly as he spoke.

"We shall keep your statements in mind," he straightened and the smile faded. "And were pleased to receive you. Safe journey to you, Executor Sebastors Edlund, and bountiful fields to your Sovereign Master and his house."

Pleasant though the tone of voice and words were, it was a dismissal.

Sebastor Edlund bows again "I again thank you for your time."

He turns and his Exarchs rise, and bow to Prince Alexander before filing out after Sebastor Edlund. He gives no sign of being disappointed, or having been put off in the least.

"Curious fellow," Prince Alexander remarked, standing up after the Executor had left.
"A curious people, your Highness," the cleric replied as the Prince made his way to one of the rearward doors. "But polite, at least," she kept pace with the boy.
"Yes, quite," the Prince glanced back to where the Executor had left. "You know, I thought it was going to be a marriage discussion... I don't recall their Prince Vaad having any children..."
"I'd have to check highness, but I don't think he does... and he's just inherited Alcona and Hubris... what do you think, one king, two kingdoms?"
"Sounds like Portugal and Spain under Felipe II..."

The guards followed them from the room, which was plunged into darkness when the door closed.

Finding out about Prince Corum's marital status was easy, there are several 'royal-watcher' website associated with the House of Vaad, and speculation about it's finances and associations.

He is indeed single and one of the most intriguing discussions on the websites various message boards was the nature of Vaadian sucession and the Prince's various speculative mates.

It seems that such simple matters, were all but impenetrable to public speculation. To learn more, one would have to consult someone that would have inside information.............

Of course in recent, speculation on the United Duchies and the Prince's expedition was the order of most of the recent news.

It had only been idle musing on Alexander's part.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, depending on your point of view, the simple fact was that Prince Corum was not viewed as an attractive prospect. Neither was Ambassador Seder when you got down to it. Nor was Tzarina Alexia of Dyelli Beybi, President ab Ieauf, or (when they were alive) any of the Ducal family of Alcona and Hubris.

Of the factors that were in play, the question of religions, the yawning cultural divide, politics, differing ethical standards, and so on, perhaps the most powerful two were the readily available local prospects, and the much closer, already known (culturally, religiously, and legally), Federated Nations of Wisjersey.

That was probably all for the better. The process of being 'vetted' by Manglevites Yross as being suitable for marriage to the Lord Vaad, put most female suitors off. After all only Byzantine princesses were considered worthy of such honor and they are in notoriously short supply.

Ambassador Seder wasn't very worried about his eligibility, he was just happy to be in his position. He also made a point to let his well placed friends know exactly what the gist of Sebastors Edlunds visit had been, unofficially of course, he would hate to see any young nobles defy the Cenobriach and travel of their own accord to serve the Lord Vaad.

Young nobles did start to visit the Free Republic, but not as soldiers; as the tensions between the Federation and Ilek-Vaad eased, the area began to be seen as a favourable exotic tourist destination. A wide assortment of Macisikani, students, prelates, public servants, teachers, businesspeople, aristocrats, all began to be seen in increasing numbers.

They moved around in pairs and small groups, chatting to eachother in a variety of languages (usually French or Gaelic), and were unfailingly polite, courteous, and very curious; queuing for guided tours, they accumulated by a magnitude.

It was hard to judge if they especially liked the Free Republic or not; they never seemed to be unhappy, even if they were stuck in customs due to an unfortunate mix-up.

Well, no one that actually received a Visa to enter The Free Republic would actually find any irritating delays with their passports, or at customs. If the visa stamp was in place and their name was in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs database there would only be a cursory inspection of luggage and the like. If it wasn't they would simply be placed on the next flight home.

Macisikan tourists would also be delighted to find out that tourists that displayed their passports when booking rooms, or paying for meals or anything, that they are exempt from sales taxes.

It seemed the trade off for always being looked at suspiciously by the locals was that the government sought to make things flow as smoothly as possible with the least possible expense to the visitors. This of course worked to bring in lots of tourists, especially in the tropical south and it's expansive, unspoiled beaches.

Most would also notice that the people of the Free Republic generally remained nonchalant about troubles in the Klatch, or anywhere for that matter. External threats seemed laughable to them.

It wasn't long before an MEA courier arrived at the Vaadian Embassy; the Secretary of State for International Judicial Affairs wanted to speak to the Ambassador at the "earliest possible convenience". As the Secretary wanted to discuss a question relating to Vaadian law, it was suggested that his excellency the Ambassador be accompanied by a lawyer. The tone of the note didn't indicate whether it was a good thing, a bad thing, or a quite boring procedural thing, but knowing Sir Artemis, is was most likely the latter.

Ambassador Seder would meet promptly with Sir Artemis the next day. He would take the advice of the message bearer and arm himself with the Embassy's Constitutional Adviser.

He could guess what it was about, every nation that had seen an influx of tourists leaving for The Free Republic would eventually become concerned about Vaadian laws and how they pertained to aliens, or how they didn't pertain to aliens, which was actually a more accurate description.

More quirks of Vaadian society would be laid bare.

Sir Artemis was a man with a big frame, soft-spoken and genial. He greeted the Ambassador and the Constitutional Advisor at the door to his office with a smile and a handshake, offering them refreshments as was the custom.

"Please, come and sit. I hope to keep this as short as possible, as I'm sure we all have things we'd rather be doing," he indicated two chairs while his secretary slipped around him, distributing tea and cake.

"Undoubtedly you've guessed what I want to talk about," he said, seating himself and slipping on a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. "A large number of His Serene Majesty's subjects now visit the Free Republic; we estimate over five thousand in the last few months or so. You've already displaced Rotovia as our largest out-of-Vårheim tourist destination," he took a sip of his tea.

"Now, while we expect that our citizens are subject to local laws and processes, there are a few things we'd just like to sort out," he smiled. "We'll deal with the simple things first; proscribed narcotics, prescription medications and over-the-counter meds, quarantine, and the like. I'm assuming that the usual suspects, "soft" drugs like marijuana and the "hard" ones like LSD are all banned, yes? As is their import/export? What about pseudoephedrines and pharmacy prescribed medications?"

Ambassador Seder greeted Sir Artemis and introduced his Adviser, Dr. Dawson, a scholarly looking older gentleman that looked more like he should be in a library or at a podium giving a lecture. They both accepted the refreshments offered and had a seat and then listened intently as Sir Artemis laid out his concerns.

Ambassador Seder smiled as Sir Artemis finished "While I do have the answers, it's probably best to let Dr. Dawson answer, so that I don't confuse any legal terms, or let my statements wander out of the realm of the legal and into the diplomatic." He nods to Dr. Dawson.

" You are correct Sir Artemis, that travelers to The Free Republic are expected to follow local laws with some differences. In the case of medicines, narcotics drugs, travelers are allowed to carry anything that is legal in their nation of origin and prescribed by a doctor. So long as they aren't trying to sell it and it is labeled Velite Customs Agents will probably not even ask about it.

Heroin, cocaine, meth-amphetamines, LSD, ecstasy, PCP and opium are all banned for sale and import in the Free Republic, but even they have been exempted in cases where they can be legally prescribed in the nation of the travelers origin. They'd better bring enough for the duration though, they will not be able to acquire such drugs in The Free Republic.

As for other laws it is entirely dependent on the Velite General. In every case brought before the Supreme Judiciary by a foreigner the Judiciary has refused to hear the case, without opinion. This has translated to the Velite General's assumption that foreigners are not to be treated explicitly as citizens.

This has led to the last several Velite Generals taking a 'parental' approach to foreigners. As was explained to a gathering of constitutional scholars by Velite General Ihsan the view of The Velite Guard is that tourists and other foreign visitors are visiting 'children'. Now when a 'child' visiting your house misbehaves, you may admonish them but punishment is strictly up to the 'parent'. The Velite Guard will usually detain trouble makers from foreign lands and seek to deport them as soon as possible, seek to send the 'child' home.

So far no foreigners have challenged these proceedings as most of them are quite happy to plead guilty and return home . So technically this approach has yet to be legally challenged."

It seems Dr. Dawson would be quite happy to discuss this matter all day if necessary, he looked hopeful at the prospect of more questions.

"A very good morning to you good doctor," was how the knight had greeted the Vaadian lawyer.

Sir Artemis seemed to neither approve nor disapprove of the Vaadian methods. As far as he was concerned, that was just the way it was.

"I suppose the key difference between us is that the judiciary here has always heard the cases," he replied. "I we use your analogy, we view them less as children in our home, and more as fully capable adults visiting the realm," he glanced down a moment and checked something off on a notepad. "Simply put, your citizens are fully subject to our laws as if they were our citizens. Which includes access to the full defensive benefits of the legal system, such as the Miranda Rights. Jeremy," this to his secretary, "would you bring the list of the FDLs? Thanks," the secretary handed out a thin sheaf of papers, which the knight handed across the desk.

"A list of lawyers who specialise or are capable of handling cases involving foreign tourists in the Covenant," he explained.

"Our magistrates tend to be more lenient for a foreigner's first offence, often simply issuing a "don't do it again", but only the first time." he paused again to take a sip.

"The only nation with a Transfer of Sentenced Persons Agreement is the Federated Nations of Wisjersey. Without that agreement, if your citizens land themselves a custodial sentence, unlikely as they seem to be quite law-abiding, they can expect to serve that sentence in a Covenant prison."

"Now, the drugs you listed are illegal in the Covenant, except in very rare medicinal cases, and we'll certainly make your regulatory requirements known. Before we move off that area though, can I ask what the legal drinking age is? Thank you, we'll put that in the advisory. Here, it's 17, but people aged 16 and over are permitted 2 standard drinks outside of the home while in the company of their parents or legal guardians. Tobacco, on the other hand, is entirely banned for people under 18, and in most public areas, cafés, bars, parks, and so on. Vile habit. Hmmm.... unless there's anything further in this area, we should probably move on to quarantine," he seemed less than thrilled at the prospect.

Jeremy silently moved over to the bookshelves that dominated one side of the office and removed a heavy, leather-bound volume, and a fatter sibling. He held them patiently, waiting to see if they were needed.

"I think we misunderstand....." replies Dr. Dawson " When I say that the Supreme Judiciary refuses to hear a case it means that the original court's ruling stands. They can refuse to hear a case with or without a statement as to why. The cases involving foreigners who plead guilty and were subsequently deported went through the normal judiciary process and upon final appeal the Supreme Judiciary refused to hear the case without comment. Your citizens will, of course, be given a public defender when arrested who can then contact your embassy and legal aide and will receive as vigorous a defence. It's that most prefer the easy way. The Velite Guard also tend to be very lenient of foreign visitors."

Ambassador Seder accepts the list with a nod from Sir Artemis and looks it over before putting it in his valise "I thank you, I hope it remains unused, our stance is that if our citizens travel to your nation and break the law, they should be handled as according to your internal law, we will not interfere in most cases" he pauses and smiles "I mean if they weren't keen enough to stay in The Free Republic in the first place, why should we bail them out?"

Dr. Dawson looks at Ambassador Seder, apparently unaware of the joke "The legal drinking and smoking age in The Free Republic is sixteen. Driving is eighteen."

Dr. Dawson then nods at the mention of quarantine and again appears eager to discuss it, Ambassador Seder looks less than enthused.

Sir Artemis merely made a note on his ledger, muttered "the Law Lords do the same thing," and chuckled at Seder's quip.

"Driving, yes," his pen flicked back up the page. "I nearly forgot that. It's 15 years 9 months for learners, at least 16 before you get a provisional, no full license before age 18."

"Now, yes, quarantine. We have, as they say, very strict bio-security rules - our environment is a national treasure, and we must protect it. Most, nearly all, biological goods will need to be declared, and the UIK is one of several nations that prohibits individuals importing certain foodstuffs. We inspect luggage, and sniffer dogs are employed. Quite simply, if you attempt to import a banned biological, the biological will be destroyed, and you may be detained and/or deported depending on the magistrate. I think I hardly need say; live animal transportation is extremely illegal. Jeremy will give you the full listing..."

The secretary produced three sheets of paper, stapled together, and handed them to the Vaadians. The list was rather lengthy, ranging from egg and egg products, to practically anything made of wood, to fishing equipment. Shoes need to be free from soil contamination, even if they were worn on the plane.

"Everything on that list must be declared," Sir Artemis said. "Some are banned outright, most things must be inspected and/or treated, or the offending articles will be seized and destroyed, earning the offender a 500 rachma on-the-spot fine. Judicial penalties can range up to a 120,000 rachma fine per item, and/or 10 years imprisonment. Deportation with a lifetime ban on return frequently follows. It can get very expensive, very fast."

"Transport of fruits across internal borders is usually forbidden due to various insect problems," his smile was small. "And custodial sentences are not uncommon for fruit-growing provinces. Attempted export of certain biologicals, and technologicals, is also prohibited, with custodial sentences as a given..."

"As a result of this, our citizens tend to ensure that as much of their luggage as possible is synthetic, so as not to breach quarantine conditions in other nations. All incoming tourists are given the declaration forms with all the details in them on the planes coming in, and soon consular staff will be required to submit similar declarations. If they violate the conditions, consular staff will simply be turned back, rather than face the financial or custodial penalties," he paused to adjust his glasses. "Our consular staffers, and State officials going out generally go through the reverse procedure; their clothes and boots are cleaned, goods are shrinkwrapped, live specimens are taken from laboratory environments, and so on and so forth."

"I know, it's a bother and normally we'd expect that diplomats would be given exemption, but the facts are that the larvae in the dirt attached to your hiking boots don't care about such niceties, and the Environment Secretary has a short temper and keeps a large cricket bat in his office."

Ambassador Seder nods and looks over the paper and Dr. Dawson listens with interest.

"The Free Republic also has very strict environmental protection laws, though not quite as strict as yours. Importing live animals is strictly forbidden, however meats, food goods that are processed so that they cannot germinate or be used for breeding purposes are allowed, although they must be declared and Inspected. Wood products and fruits are allowed if they are stored and inspected by the Velite Guard first, anything showing signs of infestation or insect or disease damage will be destroyed.

There are of course fines and other punishments for attempting to circumvent these laws. "

Dr. Dawson pauses "We are of course more worried about disease. Passengers that exhibit signs of sickness or obvious signs of disease must be cleared to enter the country by Velite Guard Doctors. Manageable and non-contagious diseases are no issue, but others exhibiting signs of contagious diseases will be deported, and only have their Visas cleared when they have been determined by a doctor to no longer be a danger. Of course if the Velite Doctors can treat the disease, they will do so."

Ambassador Seder just smiles and nods nicely. Then raises his eyebrows at the mention of the cricket bat.

"I don't think that will be necessary."

Sir Artemis listened with interest, and scribbled something down as Dr. Dawson explained his nation's approach to sick people.

"Generally we only take that approach when a particular advisory is out," he said, "or the origin is an area known to be infected, but you can't be too careful. If it's OK with you, I'll pass your procedure along and see what else can be done here... at present we just really like it if you can supply a medical certificate stating that you're free from, for example, Tuberculosis, but that will be mandatory in the near future. Health is debating ideas..." he pulled himself back from the tangent, "but anyway, false certificates get you treated, fined, and deported with a five-year ban on return," he detached a note and handed it to his secretary, and then smiled at the Ambassador.

"The Interior Ministry Secretaries tend to get violent as you go further up in the service; the Health Secretary once chased my predecessor out of the chamber wielding a golf club. I think they put something in the water coolers," his tone indicated that he was joking and exaggerating, but investigation of the parliamentary records would reveal that that particular incident did happen. He became business-like again and glanced down; his glasses were slowly but steadily making a bid for freedom.

"Now, this next one might make you slightly uncomfortable, but don't worry; I'm not about to debate theology, just mention a minor point of law," his smile was very, very brief. "I don't foresee this being a problem given your nation's low religiosity, but proselytising by foreigners here will result in a warning the first time, and in immediate detention and deportation for any subsequent offences, with a ban on return of twenty years to life," another check mark was made. "We strongly discourage proselytising outside of Vårheim by our clerics and citizens mainly due to the sensitive political implications; the Church lists nations where it's OK, and you're not on it. You shouldn't have any problems with that. If you do, send them back; we'll give them a smack for violating their own code of practice," he added the last part blandly.

Dr. Dawson looked horrified about the prospect of violent Ministry officials assaulting people, Ambassador Seder chuckled. When he mentioned religion, they looked at each other and Ambassador Seder answered in the manner that Sir Artemis was probably expecting.

"Well, as a representative of The Republican Council I cannot comment on religion. As a rule there are no laws in The Free Republic that have anything to do with religious persons seeking converts. We will make sure that the information regarding your religious laws are made available, if you can provide the literature. The Republic Council could not print such documents due to legal restrictions."

Dr. Dawson nodded "If it is that sensitive a matter we would urge your embassy to make such information available upon request for travelers. Of course, I hardly think you'll find any visitors from The Free Republic looking to make religious converts."

Sir Artemis was expecting it; he'd had a conversation with Créyan and Sister Mary, and both had been quite explicit on the subject.

"Of course, of course. In any case, we try our best to provide all such information as is relevant for travellers when they apply for visas," he said, "and post it on the internet... yes?"

At this point Jeremy had moved behind the Secretary and whispered something in the larger man's ear.

"Ah, yes, sorry. I completely forgot about that one. Sers, on the subject of HIV/AIDS, no-one is required to declare if they are infected, but people who are infected, if they have unprotected sex with anyone, run the risk of being tried for attempted murder. The prosecution only has to prove two things; does the defendant have the disease, and did they have unprotected sex. If yes, that's ten to twenty years as a guest of His Serene Majesty's Corrective Services. On the other hand, we are very good at treating it... progress is made all the time; if only the damn thing didn't mutate so quickly... anyway," his glasses made another bid for freedom, which was foiled.

"Now, for my favourite; "full faith and credit". This is not so much an area of criminal law as it is of civil law..." he pushed his glasses back up his nose, foiling their second escape attempt in as many seconds. "Basically, if you're, well, let's use the term "married", but any legal union of that sort is what I mean, if you're married in Wisjersey, you're married here. We extend full faith and credit to those legal unions, as long as they're not polygamous, underage, or otherwise in violation of the Marriage Act," he paused as Jeremy replaced the quarantine books and pulled out the Marriage Act, just in case the Vaadians had specific questions.

"We extend full faith and credit of such unions to all our embassy partners," Sir Artemis continued, "without exception, as long as they meet the local legal requirements for such a union, and the requirements stipulated in the Marriage Act," he paused to take a sip of tea. "Therefore, if you're legally married in Ilek-Vaad, and it doesn't violate the local Act, you're legally married here. This has important legal ramifications for individuals; right-of-attorney, medical access, inheritance, and so on. Absolutely vital for anyone who isn't single and is travelling; try as we all might, we can't guarantee an incident-free holiday."

Dr. Dawson nods and makes some notes as he answers "With HIV/AIDs we have a similar law, although it is necessary to establish that the perpetrator knew he or she had the virus and did not inform their partner before engaging in unprotected sex."

He then shrugs "As for marriage, that is a religious matter. Anyone may at anytime may have any sort of marriage ceremony that is customary. Civil Unions are the matter of law and anyone that is consenting adults may register for one. One per person. Matters of the sex of their partner and whatnot are really none of the governments business, and of we recognize any legal marriages of other nations as legal Civil Unions."

Ambassador Seder nods "I don't think we'll have any issuesw with either of those points."

"Oh, the matter of preknowledge is required for the judge to hand down a guilty verdict, terribly sorry," Sir Artemis smiled slightly. He was forgetting the silliest little details today, it was quite embarrassing really. "But it doesn't matter if you informed your partner or not; if you go ahead with the act, have the disease, and know you have it, that's attempted murder," all traces of humour vanished. "No exceptions. Jeremey, would you throw the marriage requirements at us?"

It was a figure of speech, as the younger man simply opened the tome in his hands.

"As a marriage must be recorded in the Registry of Births, Deaths, and Marriages, they are legal unions; civil unions and marriages are the same thing as far as our laws are concerned. Maximum of one union per partner, prohibited relations, like siblings or lineal ancestors, may not enter into a union. We recognise and conduct same-sex marriage. Under sixteens can't marry at all - those unions will not be recognised as legal without a special exception - and people between sixteen and eighteen must have a parent or guardian's written consent," he closed it and regarded the Vaadians. While he'd had been talking, the knight had removed his glasses and was now applying gentle pressure,

"Marriages conducted by the Church include, as a part of the ceremony, recording the matter in the civil registry," Sir Artemis said, "making them effective under secular law," Sir Artemis said, slipping his glasses back on; this time, they seemed inclined to stay there now. "Other faiths, such as the, ah, Roman Church, if they want them recognised, must also include a recording of the deed in the civil registry, and there are purely secular unions, like your own, as well. They all have to meet the same requirements, and are all equally binding. It's all a matter of procedures and regulatory requirements..." the knight made another checkmark, and then ran his pen down the page. He seemed quite pleased.

"Well, there's really only one thing left; the matter of slavery... do you even have that in the Free Republic?"

Jeremy quietly replaced the Marriage Act on its shelf.

Ambassador Seder smiles "There is absolutely no slavery in the Free Republic. Nor is it recognized, in any instance."

Dr. Dawson nods as Ambassador Seder answers " It is illegal, and as it is considered an especially heinous crime, exceptions are not made for anyone, and diplomatic immunity will not apply to anyone that tries to bring a 'slave' into the Free Republic. It has happened on occasion and the Velite Guard do not look kindly upon it."

"We are in total agreement on that count," Sir Artemis replied. "A slave who sets foot within the boundary of the Covenant is free. Automatically, without condition or compensation to the owner," he smiled briefly, "again, no exceptions. They become provisional subjects of His Serene Majesty, and basically they have the choice of becoming full citizens; they're classed as refugees, and will need to go through the same process as refugees admitted otherwise... if that is not what they want, we can put them on a plane or ship to another country, after they go through a full medical.
"Slave-owning, or trading, being illegal, will land one in very hot water with the Courts... and will attract unwelcome attention from our Holy Mother the Church. The best violators can hope for is to become long-term guests of the Undersecretariat of State for Corrective Services, or short-term guests of the gallows. The law extends to slave-owners and traders who don't actually do anything here; just owning a slave, who can be anywhere in the world, is enough to get you arrested and indicted," he made a last checkmark, then closed his binder.

"Well, on that unpleasant note, I've concluded what I need to discuss at present," the glasses were removed and slipped into a breast pocket. "If you've got any questions, I'd be happy to answer them, or if you like, we are serving a morning tea in the conference room, and you're welcome to partake of that. I understand there will be scones with cream and raspberry jam."

Ambassador Seder nods "Yes, tea and scones sounds like just the thing, how kind of you to offer."

Dr. Dawson looks thoughtful and as they all stand to retire to the conference room "I do have a question, I may have it wrong but with so many Biblical laws and passages in support of slavery, how is that such a religious nation abhors slavery so much? It seems perfectly condoned by the Christian dogma?"

Ambassador Seder looks a bit taken aback, but the simply tries to ignore what is being discussed, he certainly does not look as though he's about to throw his two cents in.

Sir Artemis nodded and stood, "right this way," he murmured, showing them out.

Neither the knight nor his secretary seemed at all put out by Dr. Dawson's forthright question. The Secretary smiled.

"The majority of those sanctions are Old Testament, and therefore actually become irrelevant after the birth of our Lord Jesus," the knight replied. "But there's another reason; 'Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven'," he quoted. "We have Cenobirachs who, in another universe, would be the patron saints of the editors in publishing companies-" Jeremy choked back laughter at the irreverent comment "-and they, after about ten seconds of consideration, struck those passages from the functional scripture. It is, quite simply, a usurpation of God's authority to declare ownership of any being with a soul; thus, slavery is illegal."

By the time he'd finished speaking, they'd arrived; steaming urns were scattered around the edge of the room, which was panelled with light woods, and warmly lit. It was large, but managed to be quite cosy. Scones, biscuits, and a couple of fruit platters, were laid out. Several other departmental staff were already present; tourism officials, trade officials, and so on.

Dr. Dawson nodded and hmmed thoughtfully at the answer "Now I thought that Christ declared that the laws of the Lord must not be changed in any fashion, that you either took the whole of the scripture as the word of God or none of it. It is interesting, doctrinally, how many Christian denominations view the scripture as having changed' insignificantly after Christ."

He smiles as they arrived at breakfast "But it is always very interesting."

Ambassador Seder simply stated as he helped himself to breakfast "Of course Dr. Dawson is technically an independent contractor assigned to the Embassy, so of course his questions on this topic are entirely personal."

Dr. Dawson looks non-plussed "Oh yes, I suppose I am getting Ambassador Seder into a spot of trouble."

Sir Artemis chuckled.

"But ser, this conversation on religion is between you and me; the most excellent Ambassador can hardly be faulted if he simply happens to be standing in the same room as us," his tone suggested that he was concerned for the Ambassador, but found the situation highly amusing. "Of course, should his Excellency find this subject of much discomfort, there are several civil servants in the room who could discuss other matters, such as the fact that the Free Republic is the only nation in Klatchia to have been given a green rating by the Tourism authorities..." while he'd been talking he had selected a scone and was applying cream and jam. A pair of orderlies were wheeling in waffles and maple syrup, much to the delight of the occupants.

"Now," he gave Dr. Dawson his full attention. "It is true that there is an unchangeable nature of holy scripture, but the book was transcribed by humans, and in many cases simply is not perfect; for example, the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John are not the only gospels, merely the ones that Constantine I of Byzantium's council put into the New Testament, and they were recorded roughly thirty years after the events they describe. Another example are the extant fragments of the gospels according to Judas, which present a very interesting assertion," he paused to take a bite; Jeremy appeared and set a cup of black tea down next to him, then vanished, presumably to get his own cup.

"Thank you Jeremy. Perhaps what causes the greatest divergence is the Gospel of Theresa, the only one as far as we know, written by a woman," he sipped his tea. "And unique to our religion. It is, metaphorically, the lens through which the rest of the text is to be read. The epistemology of that text is beyond dispute; Our Lady of Staves was a real person, recorded in multiple sources, and that she wrote the account herself is also recorded."

Ambassador Seder just smiled and busied himself with breakfast, ignoring the religious discussion, secretly horrified that breakfast didn't include steak or chops, or suspiciously thick bacon that Lasseans called 'breakfast steak', he didn't even see biscuits and gravy! He remained calm and helped himself to pancakes.

Dr. Dawson listened to the answer and nodded " Now, did not the Papyrus Berolinensis contain the Gospel of Mary Magdalene? I assume then you also use the Gospels contained in the Gnostic Nag Hammadi Library?"

He pauses as he butters a scone "I also thought that the earliest copies of the New Testament were made ninety to one hundred years after the events supposedly took place? How then do human agents find out the 'truth' behind what human agents transcribed after an event? It would seem to be an impossible task on the face of it."

Sadly for the Ambassador, this wasn't really breakfast, but morning tea... although breakfast in the Covenant tended to be a light meal in any case, mainly because it was supplemented throughout the morning. However, if he desired something more substantial, there were stewards who would be more than happy to assist; at least one of the civil servants had already asked if a selection of melons could be fetched.

Sir Artemis chewed thoughtfully as Dr. Dawson spoke, looking rather intrigued.
"I can only speak on the Bible as accepted by Maciska," he said regretfully, "I'm afraid I've never studied a Gospel according to Mary, or the Nag Hammadi ones. I know that neither are accepted, as the book came to us shortly after Constantine's editors had at it with a red pen. The four Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, are the canonical ones that we use, but in any case, they can only be interpreted through Theresa," he drained his cup.

"In all cases, the Synod has a careful review process for each work to determine whether it should be included or not. If the record needs updating, the Epistle of The Notations, lovely name, is where the pages are added.

"Now, as for your second point, you're quite right. Verification does seem impossible on the face of it, but with enough time and effort, the truth can be uncovered. There are at least two entire orders of the Church dedicated to that sort of thing. They adore epistemologists of all breeds down there, especially ones who think critically, because someone might point out something they haven't thought of yet," he paused to refill his teacup.

He smiled again, enjoying some inner joke.
"No doubt some would be horrified that we chop and change our holy text so readily, but, as Galileo Galilei put it, you cannot seriously expect us to believe that the God who gifted us with intelligence and free will also intended us to forgo their use. In the Gospel of Theresa is what is called the Admittance of Temporality; "Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis" - the times change, and we change with them. God's not finished yet, and to think otherwise... shows limited understanding of reality."

Around them the civil servants milled; there wasn't an eyebrow out of place - it seemed that the Secretary was articulating widely-held views. Either that, or the food was holding all their attention.

Ambassador Seder didn't raise any of his breakfast concerns, he considered it impolite. He simply made due with what was at hand.

Dr. Dawson nodded as Sir Artemis answered "Well, it is refreshing to hear, so many religions are so reactionary and dogmatic, especially the Christian ones, that a discussion on different texts or translations or multiple sources are entirely impossible. When one looks at it, there are several hundred sources contemporary to the New Testament that are simply ignored by Christians."

He pauses having a sip of tea and a bite of one of his scones "It seems silly to not at least have them all open to debate, even if they are not officially included in the Canon."

Sir Artemis nodded himself, and had just opened his mouth to answer when Jeremy materialised.
"Sir, your 11 o'clock is here," he murmured to his superior.

"Of course, of course. Well, Doctor, Excellency, I'm afraid I have to stop here and leave you both," he sounded and looked genuinely apologetic. "High members of the judiciary aren't accustomed to waiting in foyers, especially after long flights. A very good day to you both, and a fair wind," the Secretary, and his assistant, both bowed; the larger man departed, while Jeremy summoned one of the more junior servants.

"Adam here," he indicated a youth in his early twenties, "is one of our graduates. He'll escort you back to your car."

The young man in question was holding his own steaming cup. "As soon as you are ready my lords," he said, "we can order up additional fare if you need."

Ambassador Seder nods "I do thank you for your time, it was a pleasure meeting you Sir Artemis."

Dr. Dawson smiled and nodded as well "I did enjoy our discussion , until we meet again."

They both looked and nodded to Adam and Ambassador Seder addressed him "Well, I think as soon as we finish what we have, we will be ready to go. I don't think there is anything else here that requires our attention?

The graduate civil servant nodded.

"Of course, Excellency," he replied. "I have been advised that there are no additional appointments arranged for you today here at the Secretariat."

The contents of his cup vanished very quickly; when the Vaadians were finished, he escorted them from the now-rapidly-emptying room back to their cars.

Sir Artemis's curiosity had been sated for the time being.

Ambassador Seder and Dr. Dawson finish their breakfasts and then follow Adam out of the building and out to the Ambassador's car.

This 'legal' meeting had been productive, unusually. Normally meetings like these end up with the Vaadian Ambassador being pressured into signing extradition treaties by bullying foreign ministers. These people in Macisikan were proving to be quite unusual, in a pleasant way.

This was of course starting to make the Vaadians suspicious................

The Macisikani, on the other hand, weren't suspicious in the least; that evening, Sir Artemis would be discussing the Vaadians with the Ambassador-General and the Tourism Secretary. All three would agree what a pleasurable change the Vaadians made from the normal freaks, morons, idiots, and other low-grade protohumans that the Ministry usually had to deal with, and how surprisingly sensible they were, if you kept away from religion (a caveat they found more amusing than anything else).

"A real civilised non-Vårheimi nation, what a change!" the Tourism Secretary enthused.
"And they can actually sort out their elbows from their arseholes without adult supervision," a slightly inebriated Sir Artemis replied.
"Really? I can't remember when we last had one of those," Ambassador-General Alarl mused aloud.

A couple of days later, Arn-Maciska finally decided to give the Vaadians something to be suspicious about. Perhaps. Maybe. Well, not really.

They signalled their intention to change the wording, but not the meaning, of the Non-Aggression Pact; eliminating three of the Additional Protocols, and altering a couple of the articles to reflect the changes.

The full text of the revised pact was sent to Sir Alec by a courier, along with a note from Ambassador Créyan (whose placement was starting to look permanent) marking and explaining the changes.


The preamble had a grammatical/stylistic correction.
Each Article now had a brief title line explaining its purpose.
Article One absorbed the text from Additional Protocol 2, which was deleted.
Article Six had a spelling error corrected.
Article Eight absorbed the text from Additional Protocol 4, which was also deleted.
Additional Protocol 1 was deleted; the MEA had scrapped the Treaty Type Classification System, so the Protocol was now referring to something that didn't exist.
Additional Protocol 3 was renamed "Supplementary Protocol to Articles Two and Three: Matters of Diplomatic Protest".
Finally the section "Additional Protocols" renamed to "Supplementary Protocol(s)".

My Minister, Créyan wrote, feels that this will streamline the Pact, making it easier to understand and apply. In addition to correcting that embarrassing spelling mistake in Article 6.. He also indicated that the Macisikani Daíl had already approved the changes, in principle; they were now waiting for treaty partners to respond before formally clearing the new text.

OOC: the revised treaty is here; http://www.freewebs.com/macisikan/nap2.html
Substantial changes, like the alterations to Articles One and Eight are in italics.

Sir Alec received the packet and promptly gave it to Mr. Cherkess to go over and present to the Republican Council. He also roped in a Velite Guardsman as a courier and sent a copy of the agreement he had just reached with the Federation:


Accord for Peace Within The Klatchia

In order to foster an environment in The Klatchia free of aggression and conducive to the growth of mutual understanding and cooperation, The Federated Klatchian Coast (Herein referred to as The Federation) and The Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad (Herein referred to as The Free Republic) have reached the following concordat.

First The Federation and Free Republic agree to exchange foreign embassies in Port Olympus and Great Lassic respectively. Ambassadors assigned to such posts will be fully empowered to represent their governments to The Federation and to The Free Republic.

Second The Federation and The Free Republic agree that common borders should remain free of military formations to a distance of 20 miles excepting in times of dire national emergency or unless in cooperation. Military Formations shall be defined as any group of 10 or more armed or militarily equipped persons belonging to a military or paramilitary organization, excepting police officers, but including any Gendarmerie armed with weapons of greater firepower than might reasonably expected during police work.

Third The Federation and The Free Republic agree that Klatchia Regional waters be open and free, meaning free from the imposition of any tariffs, taxes, levies as well as the boarding and/or seizure of vessels registered to a Nation not engaged in hostility with the party wishing to conduct the boarding and/or seizure, to all states within The Klatch, up to the territorial waters of recognized states residing within The Klatch. Waterways essential to the health of the commerce of The Klatchia as a whole, such as the Squall Straits and the Sea of Lacon, will remain accessible to all states within the Klatchia.

Peoples residing within Federation Territory that are not citizens of a Federation State shall be treated as Foreign Nationals. These Peoples will receive all of the protections, rights and benefits that Federation Member States would extend to Alien Residents, Foreign Tourists and other non-citizen visitors and residents. The 'Peoples' referred to will be any sentient being of any racial , or tribal group that have resided within Federation Territory. The Free Republic will also agree to treat these Peoples as treaties with the Federation and Federation Member States require.

Changes to this agreement may only be implemented bi-laterally and neither The Federation or The Free Republic shall amend, alter or change the contents of this agreement without the full consent and input of the other.


He quickly scribbled a note on the bottom of the photocopy: This is about as comprehensive as we are going to get, all parties within the Klatch should begin standing down armed forces immediately, with the exception of the forces in the Gonad Peninsula.

Having a look at your treaty changes, did your flag change or am I having a stroke?

-Sir Alec

Baron Créyan's return note was prompt.

Arn-Maciska will be extremely pleased; we've been hoping for a peaceful resolution for a long time. You can probably expect a second surge in tourists, and this will spill over into the Federation when Tourism downgrades the travel warnings (probably next week).

About the flag; do you mean the square ensign (purple cross)? Short answer; yes, and no, but you're not having a stroke. There is an argument about which one is UIK and which one is Covenant, but the Minister has ruled that the square ensign be used in all matters involving external affairs - that includes the snapshot page hosted by the NGO nationstates.net. It was a recent ruling, and so some pages still display the rectangular (black/red/black stripes) ensign.

- Edoud.

Sir Aled replied a day7 or so later after The Republican Council had met and approved the changes in the wording of the treaty.

The text was sent back with a quick note:

Changes approved. I did not realize there was a difference between the Covenant and the UIK, I suppose I should learn to ask more questions. Thank you.

Sir Alec

Créyan's response was prompt.

It's a common mistake; don't worry. The Minister has forwarded the paperwork to us, and we'll courier it over to you.

Enjoy your weekend.

- Edoud