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December 22
Yungdrung Gutsak
„Yes, I sent her to bed. I guess at home she’s a heartthrob, who has hers at the right place.” When the Foreign Minister talked about his daughter you could see his eyes light up with joy and love for his youngest child. “For her this trip is both a ‘bring your child to work’ day and a vacation. She was quite intrigued when I told her the procedure to elect the Rigpa’s successor is basically very similar to the election of the Holy Germanic Empire. Josefine loves one particular author’s historical novel series, which deals with the exciting period between the Knýtlings’ rise to the imperial throne and their eventual declaration of independence not even a 100 years later. In a nutshell, she was a little scandalized when I made her go to bed.”
“Cheers, Mylord Ripga,” Robert Beaumont raised his glass, listened to Thorlákur’s explanations and asked a couple of follow ups. When the Foreign Minister learned about the Rigpa’s move he couldn’t help but casting him a grin showing his impression. “Your Lordship, that is quite a move you have in mind. I can recall but one instance in Franconian history where our ancestors did the same. It was poor and hapless Jakob I, who rose to the ducal-electoral throne after his father’s untimely death. Please wait a minute. I have to wake the King, indeed.”
Ten minutes later the King arrived Beaumont’s chamber clearing displaying great curiosity of what was to happen and great interest in the things to come. “Don’t worry, Lord Rigpa. I was still awake. I may be semi-retired, but this matter is way too important to oversleep. And as my son can’t get out of the conclave I don’t see why I shouldn’t see to it.” The Foreign Minister quickly described the Rigpa’s concerns and his daring solution to the stalemate. As if he was lost in thought, King Alfred stroked his neatly trimmed and fully grey beard. “There’s merit to your idea, nevertheless. In the middle of the 15th century when my ancestors Heinrich signed off his de facto rule to your predecessor to pursue imperial ambitions. Today my country is fortunate enough to have a bunch of highly reliable and faithful friends to share the burden of common defence. Therefore, I believe it is safe to say we can observe our ancient promises as the liege lords of a good part of Oelar. If I’m not mistaken, Heinrich V’s writ that recognized the Clan Lords as tenants-in-chief of the Margrave of Oberschlesnitz hasn’t been discontinued, has it?”
“No, it hasn’t been. In fact, it’s the legal basis for the Crown Prince’s re-adoption of the title. I believe my colleague at the justice ministry have begun digitalizing these old writs. Anyhow, Lord Rigpa, I can assure that Franken will see to preserving your country’s stability and fragile peace. Oelar will see as much Franconian assistance as necessary and enjoy as much sovereignty as possible”, Robert Beaumont added seconded by King Alfred’s nodding. “Please do tell my son that we support your plan.”
One level above Prince Regent Jakob realized he was given a run for his money. While he had certainly secured some gains for Franken’s faction, he sensed his victory wouldn’t be as spectacular as he had expected it to be. Regardless of its result this event would be a valuable lesson in Oelarian politics. A gut feeling told him he would have to deal with Oelar more frequently in the near future. When the Margrave of Oberschlesnitz felt the Rigpa’s hand on his shoulder once more, one curious thought crossed Jakob Knýtling’s mind. Deus ex machina. He listened carefully to Thorlákur’s whispered advice.
Yungdrung Gutsak
„Yes, I sent her to bed. I guess at home she’s a heartthrob, who has hers at the right place.” When the Foreign Minister talked about his daughter you could see his eyes light up with joy and love for his youngest child. “For her this trip is both a ‘bring your child to work’ day and a vacation. She was quite intrigued when I told her the procedure to elect the Rigpa’s successor is basically very similar to the election of the Holy Germanic Empire. Josefine loves one particular author’s historical novel series, which deals with the exciting period between the Knýtlings’ rise to the imperial throne and their eventual declaration of independence not even a 100 years later. In a nutshell, she was a little scandalized when I made her go to bed.”
“Cheers, Mylord Ripga,” Robert Beaumont raised his glass, listened to Thorlákur’s explanations and asked a couple of follow ups. When the Foreign Minister learned about the Rigpa’s move he couldn’t help but casting him a grin showing his impression. “Your Lordship, that is quite a move you have in mind. I can recall but one instance in Franconian history where our ancestors did the same. It was poor and hapless Jakob I, who rose to the ducal-electoral throne after his father’s untimely death. Please wait a minute. I have to wake the King, indeed.”
Ten minutes later the King arrived Beaumont’s chamber clearing displaying great curiosity of what was to happen and great interest in the things to come. “Don’t worry, Lord Rigpa. I was still awake. I may be semi-retired, but this matter is way too important to oversleep. And as my son can’t get out of the conclave I don’t see why I shouldn’t see to it.” The Foreign Minister quickly described the Rigpa’s concerns and his daring solution to the stalemate. As if he was lost in thought, King Alfred stroked his neatly trimmed and fully grey beard. “There’s merit to your idea, nevertheless. In the middle of the 15th century when my ancestors Heinrich signed off his de facto rule to your predecessor to pursue imperial ambitions. Today my country is fortunate enough to have a bunch of highly reliable and faithful friends to share the burden of common defence. Therefore, I believe it is safe to say we can observe our ancient promises as the liege lords of a good part of Oelar. If I’m not mistaken, Heinrich V’s writ that recognized the Clan Lords as tenants-in-chief of the Margrave of Oberschlesnitz hasn’t been discontinued, has it?”
“No, it hasn’t been. In fact, it’s the legal basis for the Crown Prince’s re-adoption of the title. I believe my colleague at the justice ministry have begun digitalizing these old writs. Anyhow, Lord Rigpa, I can assure that Franken will see to preserving your country’s stability and fragile peace. Oelar will see as much Franconian assistance as necessary and enjoy as much sovereignty as possible”, Robert Beaumont added seconded by King Alfred’s nodding. “Please do tell my son that we support your plan.”
One level above Prince Regent Jakob realized he was given a run for his money. While he had certainly secured some gains for Franken’s faction, he sensed his victory wouldn’t be as spectacular as he had expected it to be. Regardless of its result this event would be a valuable lesson in Oelarian politics. A gut feeling told him he would have to deal with Oelar more frequently in the near future. When the Margrave of Oberschlesnitz felt the Rigpa’s hand on his shoulder once more, one curious thought crossed Jakob Knýtling’s mind. Deus ex machina. He listened carefully to Thorlákur’s whispered advice.