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The Last Mongkut
The storm that the riots had created was raging outside. Within his chambers, the latest Mongkut walked back and forth infront of his great grandfather's desk. Infront of it sat a scroll beasily writing down in ink whatever the emperor dictated. Outside the thunder continued to sound, while the crowds continued to chant. Amidst the occasional burst of lightning the fires that the rioters had lit were easily visible through the window.
It had been several hours now. Early morning it was thought it was just another protest, but the presence of the peasents who had come in for the monthly market day had proved to be too much. Soon the spirit of discontent became contagious as it seemed several dozen, maybe a hundred, thousand people were outside Mongkut's large central palace. The rest of the royal family was sent away into the countryside. They were to be transported by caravel to Somalia, where Mongkut hoped they would be safe. In the meanwhile, Mongkut kept talking to his scribe.
"No other nation in the world has experienced the difficulties that Siam has. Our country ahs been torn between two religions, for no practical reason. When have mine ancestors ever been intolerant to other faiths? The answer is never. Yet greedy nobles will use the presence of this new faith, Buddhism, to their advantage to further their own power. Siam has lost more land than most nations, yes, but it has also been divided by religion, a force that is so divisive Siam simply can't be fixed. Siam has lost half it's army since it's glory days, and the other half won't listen to any orders given to them. The economy was near collapse, and it's barely functioning now. Every century is a struggle of keeping the country together. What is the point of going on if you could never expand, only survive? There is none. Yes sirree, no other nation has gone through the pits as bad as Siam.
In such times there is no way out. I, the current emperor of the Mongkut line, would like to give a few final farewells to the world from myself and my family. To Somalia, we reaffirm that you were our best and greatest ally. My family will sent to Mogadishu, where hopefully they and their descendants will live better lives than they ever could in Siam.
To China, Siam would have liked to reaffirmed it's alliance with you but now it's up to whatever political authority takes hold next.
To Japan, we could care less about you. We tried to set up good relations with you again, but you ignored us. We have little respect for you.
To Siam's trading partners, it was a profitable venture for the both of u...."
Suddenly the guards broke through into the chamber.
"Sir! The army has risen up! They are about to break into the palace... we can't hold them off at the main gate for much longer"
Mongkut knew it was bound to happen. Without saying a word, he reached to his sash and exctracted a flask. In it a burgundy red elixer shone in an eery majesty. He popped the cork out with his thumb, took a drink, and collapsed on the floor within moments. So came the end of the long and storied line of Mongkut.
The storm that the riots had created was raging outside. Within his chambers, the latest Mongkut walked back and forth infront of his great grandfather's desk. Infront of it sat a scroll beasily writing down in ink whatever the emperor dictated. Outside the thunder continued to sound, while the crowds continued to chant. Amidst the occasional burst of lightning the fires that the rioters had lit were easily visible through the window.
It had been several hours now. Early morning it was thought it was just another protest, but the presence of the peasents who had come in for the monthly market day had proved to be too much. Soon the spirit of discontent became contagious as it seemed several dozen, maybe a hundred, thousand people were outside Mongkut's large central palace. The rest of the royal family was sent away into the countryside. They were to be transported by caravel to Somalia, where Mongkut hoped they would be safe. In the meanwhile, Mongkut kept talking to his scribe.
"No other nation in the world has experienced the difficulties that Siam has. Our country ahs been torn between two religions, for no practical reason. When have mine ancestors ever been intolerant to other faiths? The answer is never. Yet greedy nobles will use the presence of this new faith, Buddhism, to their advantage to further their own power. Siam has lost more land than most nations, yes, but it has also been divided by religion, a force that is so divisive Siam simply can't be fixed. Siam has lost half it's army since it's glory days, and the other half won't listen to any orders given to them. The economy was near collapse, and it's barely functioning now. Every century is a struggle of keeping the country together. What is the point of going on if you could never expand, only survive? There is none. Yes sirree, no other nation has gone through the pits as bad as Siam.
In such times there is no way out. I, the current emperor of the Mongkut line, would like to give a few final farewells to the world from myself and my family. To Somalia, we reaffirm that you were our best and greatest ally. My family will sent to Mogadishu, where hopefully they and their descendants will live better lives than they ever could in Siam.
To China, Siam would have liked to reaffirmed it's alliance with you but now it's up to whatever political authority takes hold next.
To Japan, we could care less about you. We tried to set up good relations with you again, but you ignored us. We have little respect for you.
To Siam's trading partners, it was a profitable venture for the both of u...."
Suddenly the guards broke through into the chamber.
"Sir! The army has risen up! They are about to break into the palace... we can't hold them off at the main gate for much longer"
Mongkut knew it was bound to happen. Without saying a word, he reached to his sash and exctracted a flask. In it a burgundy red elixer shone in an eery majesty. He popped the cork out with his thumb, took a drink, and collapsed on the floor within moments. So came the end of the long and storied line of Mongkut.
