MTB4884
Emperor
December 4, 820 AD
Royal Palace
Timbuktu, Kingdom of the Songhai
11:57 a.m.
Ambassador Schnabel and his chief aide, Military Attache Anton Ziegler, stepped out of the Embassy carriage into the bright desert sunshine of Timbuktu. It is strange that this may well be the last time we travel here, Anton.
Perhaps, Your Excellency, replied Anton as the two men walked towards the Palace door, guarded as usual by an Songhai impi soldier, who opened the door for the visitors with an impassive expression. The two Germans quickly made their way to the throne room antechamber, where the Palace chamberlain stood at their entrance.
Welcome, Ambassador Schnabel, said the chamberlain in perfect German. I shall inform His Majesty that you are here. The chamberlain disappeared into the throne room, and returned some thirty seconds later. His Majesty will see you now, gentlemen.
The two Germans duly entered the throne room and bowed to the King, as tradition and protocol demanded. Welcome to my court once again, Ambassador. I shall imitate your no doubt beloved Chancellor Bismarck and get to the point. What brings you here to see me this day?
Your Majesty, replied the Ambassador, I have grown old and grey in the service of the Empire here in your realm. It has been my sad duty to submit my resignation to my superiors, effective at the end of December.
I see. I for one will be sorry to see you go, Ambassador. You have been a voice of reason and wisdom for your Empire. The King's expression darkened as he continued, I must ask, however, about your successor.
Your Majesty, I do not yet know who my successor will be. We are sending an additional twenty staffers, as part of the annual rotation, who should arrive here in Timbuktu, weather and sandstorms permitting, sometime next week.
Then you are not evacuating the Embassy in preparation for a German attack? Your opposite number among the Turks told me only yesterday that they believe this will soon occur.
Ambassador Schnabel winced at the King's blunt statement. Despite what rumor and ill-informed people may tell you, Your Majesty, we are not evacuating our Embassy. There will of course be some turnover of staff, as is typical when a new Ambassador takes over.
I see. And your aide, the good Military Attache Ziegler, I believe?
Anton replied, with some reluctance, Your Majesty, I have been asked to stay on for the moment. I do not yet know whether Ambassador Schnabel's replacement will bring his own man into the post.
I hope not. You too have been a loyal servant of the Empire. The King settled back into his throne. Is there anything else, then?
There is one other matter, Your Majesty, replied the Ambassador. I would not wish my last formal meeting with you to be marked with acrimony, but I must protest the recent mistreatment of German religious workers here in the Kingdom. I have heard credible reports that even some of the Missionaries of Charity sisters have been threatened with death and forced to leave the missions in Kiffa and Walata, for example.
I must listen to the feelings of my people, Ambassador. Anti-German sentiment is growing rather quickly, as the foreign beliefs of the Germans are cast out in favor of our traditional ways. Naturally, there may be some slight disruptions.
Your Majesty, with all respect, Chancellor Bismarck and the German people will not see it in such a light. Such mob actions merely plays into the hands of those who seek needless conflict and violence.
The matter is closed, Ambassador. There is nothing I can do about it. The firm set of the king's jaw convinced Ambassador Schnabel that further discussion was futile. Again, I thank you and the Military Attache for coming to my court this day. I shall look forward to meeting your replacements in due time.
As you wish, Your Majesty. Both Germans bowed to the king, and then left the throne room. Neither spoke until the carriage was well on the way back to the Embassy. Anton, I fear the reaction when I make my report to the Foreign Ministry. Any chance we might have had to avert a war may have just ended.
Your Excellency, the war will not be our doing.
And what of the innocent Embassy staffers, and the twenty more who will arrive next week? Are they merely acceptable losses in the impending war?
Not at all, Your Excellency. Anton lowered his voice, even in the carriage, as he continued, I received a coded reply to my question about Operation Desert Shield. The new men are not ordinary staffers, but trained infantrymen and soldiers. We will indeed send most of the diplomatic personnel back to Germany, and replace them with soldiers. This should prevent the Turks from warning the Songhai of our intentions.
Then the war is inevitable, just as I had feared, said the Ambassador sadly.
Royal Palace
Timbuktu, Kingdom of the Songhai
11:57 a.m.
Ambassador Schnabel and his chief aide, Military Attache Anton Ziegler, stepped out of the Embassy carriage into the bright desert sunshine of Timbuktu. It is strange that this may well be the last time we travel here, Anton.
Perhaps, Your Excellency, replied Anton as the two men walked towards the Palace door, guarded as usual by an Songhai impi soldier, who opened the door for the visitors with an impassive expression. The two Germans quickly made their way to the throne room antechamber, where the Palace chamberlain stood at their entrance.
Welcome, Ambassador Schnabel, said the chamberlain in perfect German. I shall inform His Majesty that you are here. The chamberlain disappeared into the throne room, and returned some thirty seconds later. His Majesty will see you now, gentlemen.
The two Germans duly entered the throne room and bowed to the King, as tradition and protocol demanded. Welcome to my court once again, Ambassador. I shall imitate your no doubt beloved Chancellor Bismarck and get to the point. What brings you here to see me this day?
Your Majesty, replied the Ambassador, I have grown old and grey in the service of the Empire here in your realm. It has been my sad duty to submit my resignation to my superiors, effective at the end of December.
I see. I for one will be sorry to see you go, Ambassador. You have been a voice of reason and wisdom for your Empire. The King's expression darkened as he continued, I must ask, however, about your successor.
Your Majesty, I do not yet know who my successor will be. We are sending an additional twenty staffers, as part of the annual rotation, who should arrive here in Timbuktu, weather and sandstorms permitting, sometime next week.
Then you are not evacuating the Embassy in preparation for a German attack? Your opposite number among the Turks told me only yesterday that they believe this will soon occur.
Ambassador Schnabel winced at the King's blunt statement. Despite what rumor and ill-informed people may tell you, Your Majesty, we are not evacuating our Embassy. There will of course be some turnover of staff, as is typical when a new Ambassador takes over.
I see. And your aide, the good Military Attache Ziegler, I believe?
Anton replied, with some reluctance, Your Majesty, I have been asked to stay on for the moment. I do not yet know whether Ambassador Schnabel's replacement will bring his own man into the post.
I hope not. You too have been a loyal servant of the Empire. The King settled back into his throne. Is there anything else, then?
There is one other matter, Your Majesty, replied the Ambassador. I would not wish my last formal meeting with you to be marked with acrimony, but I must protest the recent mistreatment of German religious workers here in the Kingdom. I have heard credible reports that even some of the Missionaries of Charity sisters have been threatened with death and forced to leave the missions in Kiffa and Walata, for example.
I must listen to the feelings of my people, Ambassador. Anti-German sentiment is growing rather quickly, as the foreign beliefs of the Germans are cast out in favor of our traditional ways. Naturally, there may be some slight disruptions.
Your Majesty, with all respect, Chancellor Bismarck and the German people will not see it in such a light. Such mob actions merely plays into the hands of those who seek needless conflict and violence.
The matter is closed, Ambassador. There is nothing I can do about it. The firm set of the king's jaw convinced Ambassador Schnabel that further discussion was futile. Again, I thank you and the Military Attache for coming to my court this day. I shall look forward to meeting your replacements in due time.
As you wish, Your Majesty. Both Germans bowed to the king, and then left the throne room. Neither spoke until the carriage was well on the way back to the Embassy. Anton, I fear the reaction when I make my report to the Foreign Ministry. Any chance we might have had to avert a war may have just ended.
Your Excellency, the war will not be our doing.
And what of the innocent Embassy staffers, and the twenty more who will arrive next week? Are they merely acceptable losses in the impending war?
Not at all, Your Excellency. Anton lowered his voice, even in the carriage, as he continued, I received a coded reply to my question about Operation Desert Shield. The new men are not ordinary staffers, but trained infantrymen and soldiers. We will indeed send most of the diplomatic personnel back to Germany, and replace them with soldiers. This should prevent the Turks from warning the Songhai of our intentions.
Then the war is inevitable, just as I had feared, said the Ambassador sadly.