Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2015 18:18:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 13

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                            THE THIRD EMPIRE

                             by Macout Mann



                                 XIII


Three months have passed.  Flavius and Lucius are still on board, but all
the original interns have left for military training, and except for Kirkus
they have not been replaced.  Actually, the induction notices for Flavius
and Lucius have been held up, because of their value to the project.

The second round of teenaged agents has come and gone.  The program is
working smoothly.

The boys' induction notices arrive the same day that Quintus receives a new
assignment.  He is to become the Governor General of Norway.  His wife is
overjoyed.  She will have even more perks than she did in Suriname.  He
also is overjoyed.  It's quite a feather in his cap to be sent to an
important European country.  Kirkus will be accompanying him, and a new
crop of interns will be assigned.

Flavius and Lucius are both to report for basic training in the United
Kingdom.  It's quite unusual to be sent for training outside of either the
province where you reside or your homeland, but the arrangement will allow
Flavius to visit his father once they get leave.



They report to Elizabeth Barracks at the Army Training Center, Pirbright.
About thirty-five miles from London, the barracks was opened in 1875 and
has been rebuilt three times.  It along with the adjacent Alexander
Barracks is now the major boot camp for eighteen-year-old inductees in the
British Isles.  Thoroughly modern in every respect the training center
houses about fifteen hundred trainees at each six month session.  In class
and through exercises they learn about military discipline and procedures,
build confidence, and get into proper physical shape through marches, field
training exercises, and maneuvers.  And they qualify in the use of weapons.
There's also plenty of time for sports, and competence in swimming is a
requirement before they can move on.

There are only three recruits who are not Brits, Flavius and Lucius and a
stunningly handsome blond.

"Good morning, I am Olafus Oldenburg," he says, extending his hand.

"Flavius Johnson, and this is my good friend, Lucius," Flavius responds.

"Żes, your father is to become governor general of my native land."

"How'd you know that?" Flavius asks.

"I am the Crown Prince of Norway," Olafus answers.

In each province the empire from its beginning has tried to keep
traditional institutions intact.  Hence countries that had had monarchies
are allowed to retain the king as ceremonial head of state.  Legislative
bodies are still allowed to perform, although their law-making powers are
restricted mainly to some of the functions that might have been carried out
by city councils and state legislatures in the old American republic.  The
governor has absolute veto power.

"Your highness," Flavius bows.

"Not here."  Olafus counsels.  "Here we are all equal.  That's why I am not
doing my service in Norway.  To avoid embarrassment to anyone."

"Well it's neat that we happened to both wind up here."

"As my father says, in the empire almost nothing is a coincidence," Olafus
smilingly responds.

The three become instant friends.  By now, Lucius can adjust to anything.

They are assigned to adjacent bunks, along with a Scottish lad named Scotus
McMillan.

"Your name's about as odd as mine," Olafus says.

"My 'rents sense of humor," Scotus laughs.  "I don't know if I was named
for part of Ancient Britannia or for the Supreme Court of the American
republic."

"Olaf was my great-great grandfather.  The `u s' is to satisfy the current
fashion for Roman names," Olafus responds.  (When he becomes king, he will
still become Olaf VII).

The first day is taken up with being uniformed, assigned shit to do, and
the usual orientation, punctuated by the torment of the Drill Sargeant.

"Blimey, your fatherfucking, no-good, maggots, do you hear me or are you
just listenin' to what your fuckin' dick's saying' about the ass of the
fatherfucker standin' next to you?!"

As the sergeant knew they would, half the company responded "Yes, Sir," and
the other half shouted "No, Sir."

After the busy first day they are in the chow hall at dinner, when Olafus
asks, "I wonder if there is a protocol for....you know."

"Well, it looks like some guys have sort of paired off already," Flavius
laughs.

"Oh the drill is that switching off with as many mates as possible builds
what's called `unit cohesion,'" Scotus explains, "but it's never done by
the numbers.  You two want to get together?  Lucius sort of appeals to me."

"Shit, I'm game," Lucius teases.  "I'll fuck with anybody, even a Scot."

Once the program is underway, between dinner and taps will be study time.
Tonight it's a time for the guys to get to know each other.  After taps
most of them get to know each other even better.  Almost half the bunks
won't need to be made before morning inspection.

One is Flalvius'.  They're under the covers in Olafus' bunk even before
lights-out.  Flavius' hands erotically tour the prince's studly bod and
Olaf responds in kind.  Olaf isn't really turned on by sex of either kind.
Just doesn't find it to be what it's cracked up to be.  But like most
royals, he does what is expected of him expertly.  Down under the cotton
sheet and wool blanket he sucks Flavius' sausage until it pops a load of
cream down his throat much to Flavius delight.  He moans appropriately as
Flavius returns the favor.  Then they cuddle together listening to similar
sounds coming from nearby.



After extensive briefings in Washington, Quintus arrives in Oslo.  The
governor general's residence is Oscarshall, once the summer palace of the
king.  A century or so ago it was turned into a museum.  That is, it was
restored much like many famous homes in the former American Republic had
been, so visitors could see how the original residents lived.  Turning it
back into a residence for the governor, then, was not a major undertaking.

Quintus' first act is to present his credentials to King Herald VIII at the
Royal Palace.  He then must be invited to address the Storting, the
parliament of Norway, a speech which is very well received.  Now he begins
the task of governing.

Although the governor general's word is law in any province of the empire,
in places like Norway he must be very low key.  He has his entourage, a
ceremonial marine detachment, and Securitas detail, but the administration
appears to be indigenous.  Quite different from places like Suriname.

Kirkus is quite helpful as Quintus gets into his routine.  And eight more
interns soon arrive, most of whom are European.  They are also quite
helpful, mostly in soothing the stresses of governing, while gaining useful
insights into how governing is accomplished.

Quintus and King Herald often play together as well.