1698 - Russian Tsar Peter the Great imposes a tax on beards
1774 - The 1st Continental Congress convenes in Philadelphia; they adopt a trade embargo against Great Britain as well as make Philadelphia the 1st capital of the US
1793 - French Revolution: The “Reign of Terror” begins
1939 - FDR declares US neutrality at the start of WWII in Europe
1946 - Amon Goth becomes the 1st conviction of homicide at a War Crimes court - he was head of Krakow-Plaszow concentration camp
1966 - Jerry Lewis’ 1st Muscular Dystrophy Labor Day telethon raises $1 million
1972 - 11 Israeli athletes are taken hostage and later killed by Palestinian Black September group at the Munich Olympics
1976 - Jim Henson’s “The Muppet Show” premiers on tv
2019 - Erramatti Mangamma becomes the world’s oldest woman to give birth - she was 74 years old
No Question this week! I’ll be moving stuff again this weekend to my new place. Instead, enjoy Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Divide and Conquer
“Any word from your mother or father?” asked the warrior queen, almost with an uncharacteristic gentleness as she touched the Shikken's face. If she were anyone else, he thought, he'd be able to churn a canned, diplomatic response. But he knows better than to do so with her. His mind is elsewhere, chasing a million thoughts that all lead to bitter ends. Hojo need say nothing—as if he can formulate any words at a time like this. He is grateful that they are alone for the time being as he pulls her into a tight embrace and kisses her forehead. His heart racing and heavy with worry that his family—their family—no, he dare not finish that thought. Tomyris softly strokes his back, a gesture that amounts to a platitude at this point. Hojo Tokimune finally releases her and actually manages a response.
“No, but my best agents are looking,” he said, pacing around. “I can't believe—After all my father did, after all this time...Did Oda really think no one would find out?” Hojo asked with rising anger.
“I'm just wondering why Catherine said nothing.”
“I as well,” he remarked bitterly as he spotted Catherine entering the meeting room , “Perhaps there will be time to ask.”
“Any direction you are leaning towards?”
“No. And I wish I knew why.”
His face softens as he returns his gaze back to Tomyris. She takes his hand, squeezes it—yet another well-meaning platitude that does little to quell his mind-- and motions to the meeting room door. He dare not think of a world without his warrior queen and their unborn child.
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She peels her away from her phone screen, only to be greeted by Poundmaker's assured gaze. Helena felt a strange calm, given the situation. In all of her travels and years of advising the leaders, she'd never imagine a situation like this. But her father was right: if she kept them calm and civil, then there's a chance they'd all get out of this with as little damage as possible. The definition of what “little” meant in this case, however, remained to seen. Helena looked once more to Poundmaker and he gave her a quick nod. The leaders and governors had taken their seats. Time to test the strength of every diplomatic relation and moral fiber present. As she headed to her seat, the conversations
“Good afternoon,” Helena began, hoping that the nerves stayed far away from her speech, “My apologies for any business that may have been interrupted or inconvenience caused, but I'm sure all of you are aware of the severity of the situation.”
A few nods, a few looks of disgust aimed at Catherine.
“In short, the previous leaders have demanded that Catherine be stripped of her throne and title as queen, and for her to be extradited back to their territories for...”she drifts off, trying to find the strength to finish the demand. The governors and leaders lean in to hear the following words, though they already know what is to come. “For execution.”
The words linger in the air as an uncomfortable silence befalls the room. Hojo and Tomyris exchange glances from across the aisle, Jadwiga and Mvemba are nothing short of horrified, and Curtin, as well as many others, have their conflicted feelings broadcasted on their faces. For a moment, Helena's resolve begins to wane. She glances to the governors for anything that resembled encouragement, and unsurprisingly she found it only in Poundmaker yet again as he nodded for her to continue.
“Without a doubt, this demand is...unprecedented. And with that being said, the floor is to be opened to discussion. I implore you all to remain civil, and remind you all that all the rules of normal debate are in effect. Mind your words carefully.”
The hot-tempered Lautaro quickly leapt to his feet, full of seething rage. “There is no need for discussion! Our path is clear, and I will not allow my people to suffer because of her!”
“You were not recognized, Lautaro. Perhaps you should have been paying closer attention to what Advisor Helena has been saying,” Amani shot back, furrowing her brow, “that is a strike against your speaking privileges. Has this been noted, Pingala?”
“Strike one noted.”
“Thank you,” Helena replied. “Lautaro, two more strikes and you lose your ability to speak. Another outburst after that, and you will have any voting stripped for the duration of meeting.” The young leader relents, though it is clear he is not happy about his reprimand. As he sits back down, the Trajan raises his hand to be recognized.
“The floor recognizes Emperor Trajan.”
The elderly commander rises from his seat, half genuine, half performing, as all Romans do when in engaged in politics. “Perhaps it is best to hear what Catherine says in her defense? After all, the only things we've heard are her charges.” Leaders begin to nod, though some remain stubborn and roll their eyes instead. Jadwiga looks at Catherine, hoping that whatever newfound resolve she had earlier hasn't worn off yet.
“Many thanks, Trajan,” she began, “it is good--”
“Spare me your pleasantries, Catherine,” he interjects, “I need to know if I'll be sending my men to their deaths for a worthy cause or electing for you to take their place.”
For a split second, the sharpness of his honesty catches her off guard; must be all that time with Gorgo. She regains her composure before she continues. “Right,” she began, “I know that my espionage and intelligence gathering has made me few friends--”
John Curtin leans to Saladin and whispers, “Well, at least she can state the obvious.” The sultan lets out a small chuckle in agreement.
“But friendships and alliances are neither here nor there--”
Do tell, Tamar thinks to herself.
“It is a simple matter of pragmatism.”
Gitarja and Cleopatra try their damnedest not to laugh. Hojo raises an eyebrow.
“The data that was leaked through a hack in the system. A virus was able to bypass our highest levels of security and get into the archives. From there, caches of data were made public while others were encrypted, and that information is the only key to any success. It is no secret that they outnumber us, but numbers mean little when they are all at each others throats.”
Cleopatra lazily raised her hand, her mind already made up.
“The floor recognizes Cleopatra.”
“Forgive me for being as so bold to say such things,” she began, not even attempting to hide her disdain, “but why should our time and resources be spent on a convoluted plan, when they have so graciously provided the solution already?” A few leaders loudly murmur in agreement.
“Quiet!” Helena shouts. Dammit, they're starting to lose it.
Mvemba raises his hand to be recognized, all the while staring Cleopatra down. How...uncharacteristic of him, Helena thinks to herself.
“Mvemba you are recognized by the floor.” Maybe he'll talk some sense?
“Because,” the Kongo chieftain emphasized, “it tells them that we give into whatever they demand! Who is to say that they will stop at just demanding her? What is to stop them from seizing your lands?” He finally breaks contact with Cleopatra and turns to his fellow leaders, almost with a tinge of desperation. Hojo is on edge, trying to keep his darker thoughts at bay. “We must not yield on this matter, otherwise they will bully us until our homes have been pillaged and our people taken as slaves.”
Shit.
“Nonsense!” cried Victoria, “There are plenty of them that are civilized enough to not make such demands.”
“And there are just as many who would!” Teddy fired back. “Attila, Napoleon, Askia, Oda, just to name a few.” Tokimune winces. Do they even know? “And you can bet that Elizabeth would kill for the chance to have the British Crown again!”
“Victoria and Roosevelt!” Helena shouted. No one seemed to care. Even the governors are unsure as to what to do. And just like that, all civility had vanished.
“How do you expect to fight a war on that large of a united front?!” Cleopatra questioned the American president. “Your Boy Scouts for Hire can only get you so far!”
“Ah, dear Cleopatra, always so quick to surrender,” mused the Russian Czar, “Tell me again how you lost your throne to Augustus? Maybe he'll be nice enough this time to bring Ramses with him—Place an actual Egyptian on the throne. ” She narrowed her eyes at him. Tomyris glances at the Shikken, his turmoil clear as day to anyone paying attention.
“That's enough!” Poundmaker shook his head. You know better than that, Helena.
“This is fear-mongering at it best!” the Australian Prime Minister asserted. “As horrible as this predicament is, we must look at the big picture. And I have yet to see or hear of any actual credible--”
Hojo could be silent no longer.
“Then you haven't been keeping up with everything that has been leaked,” he stated with a hostile timbre in his voice as he stood to address Curtin. “Oda has already been planning to betray my family and take over my court. Since the leak, all of my communications with them have been cut and my spies have found nothing.” He ignores the sympathetic faces; the only thing he sees is red. “So no, Prime Minister Curtin, it is a legitimate threat. And if I were you,” he said as he turned back to the rest of them, “I would call home to make damn sure no one I cared about has gone missing.” He sits back down, lacking any sort of grace or composure befitting a lord and attempting to soothe his anger, only to find himself in an internal cocktail of rage, hopelessness, and loss. Tomyris watches him closely. He's already given up.
Another wave of uncomfortable quiet passes through the room. Poundmaker raises his hand slowly, and due to the chaos, it takes Helena a minute to understand what he's asking for.
“Poundmaker, you are officially recognized.”
“Thank you. If there is nothing further to discuss, I wish to make a motion to bring the matter of not handing Catherine over to a vote. One's life should not be determined by the whims of a shouting match.”
“Motion heard. Any seconds?”
Pedro feels a vibration from his pocket. One new message from Attila.
“I second the motion,” Catherine replies while holding her hand up.
Helena sighs. The moment that everyone has been waiting for and yet never wanted to come to pass. Even Catherine was apprehensive. There was no indication as to how well her gamble would pay off. “Voting via console will be available momentarily. Once again, I will remind everyone of the voting rules: India may cast a single ballot, governors may not vote, and once a choice has been selected and confirmed, it cannot be revoked. Because of the severity of the motion's nature, the option of 'No vote' is unavailable.” She pauses for a moment, sitting down. “ The motion, just to be clear, is to spare Catherine from the demand. I implore you all to be sure of your ballot choice. And think very carefully before casting your vote.”
Predictably, there were a few who answered right away, both in favor and against Catherine. But for many of them the decision does not come so easily. Hands are seen close choosing an answer, and yet hesitation grips many of them. If Helena is being honest with herself, she's not certain she could come to terms with picking either option. Submissions pop up on Reyna's console, just within Helena's peripheral vision. The advisor watches it closely, oblivious to Catherine looking at her for any confirmation as to her fate. Jadwiga and Philip were both in prayer, Peter, less obviously so. Hojo had a thousand mile stare that put Tomyris in a state of worry, damning the fact she couldn't be near him. Many others were dejected as well. Was there even a right answer to this?
The obvious results came in first—Cleopatra, Trajan, Jadwiga, Philip—but more than a few surprises. The tallies were neck in neck, finally reaching in a tie. Someone hasn't voted yet. She scanned the list to see who it was, and to her shock...
Pericles.
She waited for the name to receive a result.
It did.
Helena composed herself but she knew better. There was no way to brace for something like this. She rises from her seat, ready to deliver the results.
“The motion of refusal to turn over Catherine...”
The tension can be cut with a knife.
“Passes eighteen to seventeen. At this time, do what you must to establish security within your borders. We will reconvene tomorrow to send the refusal.” She lingers for but a moment, still not sure if this is reality or a nightmare, “Meeting adjourned.”
A few displays of relief and anger are seen, but many remain still. Did they just sign their death warrants? Cleopatra rises from her chair and angrily slips away. This is bullshit. Jadwiga and Philip give thanks to God, Curtin removes his hat to mourn the inevitable loss to follow, Tamar shakes her head, Seondeok glances at Gitarja, Trajan and Gorgo scoff, Hojo looks like he just wants to get the hell out of there, and Catherine cannot believe she is still alive. Perhaps I should take them up on their offer.
First sentence of a fic: Her skirt pooled on the floor and he remained frozen, his eyes on her lips, before she closed the distance between them.
Her skirt pooled on the floor and he remained frozen, his eyes on her lips, before she closed the distance between them.
“You’re quiet,” Catherine said. Her mouth was sweetly curved, the color of some berry George had gone fucking on and on about that springtime he’d gotten her with child before she’d lost it after her horse went lame and threw her, which no one had minded terribly, because a bastard wasn’t going to help any of them, especially not Grigor, and George hadn’t even liked the horse all that much.
“Have you been this pretty the whole time?” Peter asked. It seemed like a question Catherine would know the answer to.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she said in that way she had, clever but also a little dreamy, like she’d given up on getting a good rejoinder from him, like all she ever expected was huzzah; he’d give her huzzah, right on that berry-sweet mouth.
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My people are dying, Alexander. They are starving and scraping by. We need the aid of the Zhohang Empire; my pride means nothing compared to the hunger of my people.
