Date: Fri, 1 May 2015 00:33:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 17
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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
XVII
The conspirators decide that the movements of the prince are too
unpredictable for them to attempt an assassination. Yousef had never felt
it had a high priority in any event.
The Dauntless got underway with the necessary ceremony and headed into the
Suez Canal to begin the second leg of its voyage, which would take her to
Aden, Karachi, Mumbai, and several other ports, before arriving at Sidney.
Meanwhile, back in Oslo, Quintus, the Governor General, is delighted that
he has been able to have his compatriot, Antonius, assigned as head of
Securitas in Norway. He had served Quintus so well in Suriname. They trust
each other completely, work together well, and Antonius often shares
Quintus' bed.
The governor general's offices are in the Regjeringen, a sprawling complex
that houses the Norwegian administrative ministries. It is there that
Antonius brings Quintus news of the plot to assassinate King Herald.
"A local plot?" Quintus asks.
"No. A bunch of Mohammedan radicals down in Greater Israel. Our office
down there discovered the conspiracy, after they noticed some Arabs
scouting Flavius' and Olafus' ship in Haifa. It seems that they just want
to cause panic and have decided that Norway is a good place to do it. Three
of them are now on their way to Oslo."
"Do you think we should alert the king?"
"We will have them under surveillance at all times. I don't think we
should worry him."
On Dauntless' last night in Aden both Flavius and Olafus have the duty.
They are summoned to the exec's quarters. Not unusual. Singly or
together, they often spend the evening with more senior officers. Unit
cohesion and all that.
The exec is a guy who loves young dick. He alternates between the two
middies for almost a half hour before finally taking their loads. Then he
asks them to take turns going down on him. He lets one suck him to the
edge, then tells him to pull off and let the other have a taste.
"The captain says you boys give the best head he's ever had, and I agree,"
the exec pants.
"Well, my dad works for the government, and I've lived all over," Flavius
smiles. "Had lots of practice."
Olafus, doing his duty, can only grunt his agreement.
Once a year the King of Norway holds a public audience at the entrance to
the palace. A platform is set up at the center of the five arches that
support the portico. Thousands of his subjects as well as tourists crowd
the plaza formed by intersecting streets and statuary in front of the
palace.
Once lawns, the areas on each side of the entrance were planted with
English boxwood many years ago, and one of Rushdi's tasks is to keep it
properly trimmed. Armed with a pair of shears, he is doing his duty as the
king's entourage emerges from the palace for the audience. The plan is
that Rushdi will have no part in the king's assassination. He is too
valuable as a source for information. He will appear to be as horrified as
anyone else, when the deed is done.
The recently arrived co-conspirators are in the crowd and are pushing
closer and closer to their target, when suddenly and quietly Securitas
agents apprehend them and whisk them away. Seeing that their plans have
been foiled, and realizing that once closed his sharp shears are a weapon
as dangerous as spear, Rushdi improvises. He leaps onto the platform and,
shouting "Allahu Akbar!," he plants the point of his shears between the
shoulder blades of the sovereign.
The king falls forward, as his guards bring Rushdi down. The king is
mortally wounded. He dies shortly after reaching the hospital. It is the
attending physician whose duty it is to announce to the waiting officials
and media, "The king is dead. Long live the king." The new king, Olaf, is
on a ship thousands of miles away.
Dauntless is en route from Karachi to Mumbai on a course of 180 degrees
across the Arabian Sea. It is rare that she receives a classified message,
much less a top secret one. Yet the crypto-rating on duty in the underway
ops center is alerted to a coded dispatch. He begins the decryption to
discover the abbreviation, TOPSEC. He calls Ens. Taylor, the top secret
control officer, who will have to decode the message. But Mr. Taylor makes
a further discovery. The message next reads FOR MIDSHIPMAN JOHNSON'S EYES
ONLY. "Eyes only" messages are normally reserved for flag officers or
commanding officers, so Taylor is quite taken aback. He loads the message
onto a tablet and sends for Flavius.
Flavius is told that the message will decrypt, when he enters his personal
codename into the tablet. He takes the tablet to a corner of the ops
center and reads, "King Herald was assassinated during his annual audience
today. I'm sorry, but it will be up to you to notify King Olaf of his
father's death. A hoverocket will be dispatched to fly you and the king to
Mumbai, where a rocketplane will be waiting to fly you both to Oslo.
Quintus Johnson, Governor General of Norway."
Flavius returns to their quarters, where several officers in addition to
Olafus are lounging around.
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to ask this," Flavius says, "but you will
understand shortly why I must ask that you leave Midshipman Oldenburg and
me in private."
Knowing that Flavius had just been summoned to ops, the officers realize
that something must be up so they immediately respond by going to the
wardroom without protesting.
"What's up?" Olafus asks.
Flavius takes his friend in his arms. "We need to pack," he says. "A
hovercraft is on its way to get the two of us. Oh god, buddy. Your dad's
been killed. You're the king of Norway."
They collapse in each other's embrace, both crying uncontrollably.
When Ens. Taylor shows up in the wardroom, he is pummeled with questions,
basically asking "What's going on?"
"Fucking weird," Taylor answers, "but I don't know." He tells them what he
knows and learns from them that the message must also involve their other
middie.
The mystery is solved when an hour later Dauntless receives this message:
FROM: CincNav, Washington
TO: CO, ENS Dauntless
Break the Head-of-State Pennant. You have on board King of
Norway,former temporary midshipman, Olafus Oldenburg.
Regret to inform you his father, King Herald, was assas-
sinated by religious fanatics.
Hoverocket en route to remove the king and Midshipman
Flavius Johnson, son of the Governor General of Norway,
from your vessel.
The captain had never visited junior officers' quarters except during a
formal ship's inspection, but now he immediately goes there to find Olafus,
now King Olaf, and Flavius packing their belongings, while still weeping
and bemoaning Olaf's loss.
"Your majesty," the captain bows as he speaks, "the entire ship's company
joins me in mourning your loss. May I offer my cabin for your use until
your hoverocket arrives? My steward will be available to tend to your
belongings."
"Thank you, captain," Olaf answers, "but I would prefer to remain here as a
midshipman. No ceremony please."
"As you desire, sir, but I do regret that I did not know of the status of
either of you gentlemen."
Flavius replies. "That's the reason that the training program is set up as
it is. All military trainees are equal in the sight of their superiors,"
he says.
As the captain returns to his quarters he can't help but think, "Goddamn,
I've fucked a fucking king!" A thought shared by all the officers aboard.
Olaf's preferences to the contrary not withstanding, when the hoverocket
arrives, the seas are calm enough that the band can assemble on the
fantail. The hover craft drops a rope ladder, As its two passengers
scamper aboard, ruffles and flourishes are sounded, the Norwegian Anthem is
played, and then the boatwain's pipe is sounded, "Kingdom of Norway,
departing" is announced, and the Head-of-State Pennant is struck.
(Fortunately the Norwegian Anthem is sung to the same tune as the British
Anthem.)