"To the shores of sacred Nile..." - hummed the young, but middle-aged-looking man in glasses, as he studied the expert photographies of the ancient Dutch runes. He was doing this for the eleventh day now, and he read it many times before, but still, there was no clue. Finally, shaking his head, he put them back into the envelope.
Still no lead. Still nothing. The past refused to speak, to reveal more of its secrets. The ancient Kuyper ruler was called Jehannus deKuyper, and his subjects were also reffered to as the Kuyper, and they fought a great war with the "walhas". Gauls, apparently. No mention of the French at all - almost definitely, Gauls WERE among their ancestors... but those ancient Gauls, from all that was known about them (mostly from Roman and Spanish sources), spoke a different language. The Frankish Theory, that he was advancing, still needed more serious foundation than that and some vague mention of some Scottish writings about a "France" in the 5th milennium Before Christ...
Where was the truth, damnit?!
Sighing, he looked at the ****oo clock. He still had... two hours. Then - to Spain. The man remembered reading, in the newspapers, that a war was likely to come. And... France wasn't in the best shape for it, no matter what. Hopefully, though, Spain will be out of it (though as a patriot he would've preffered Spain as a French ally) and things will go well there.
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Joseph Clebert was born in February 19th, 1808, in the city of Paris, though both his parents were from Coblence. Those were great days to live in, for a Frenchman. After many years - nay, decades, or even centuries! - of struggle, the Franco Republic-Empire has finally crushed the Swiss, and access to the Mediterranean Sea, combined with the coming Industrial Revolution and the friendly links with a fellow egalitarian Republic, in Britain, have ushered an era of prosperity. Even the comparatively-poor bourgeois, such as the Cleberts, managed to, with a combination of luck and skill, make quite a living.
The Cleberts were a very patriotic, if humble and insignificant, family. One ancient, if perhaps of apocryphal connection to Joseph's family, Clebert was St. Simeon, the great Christian theologist who helped spread the Grand Enlightenment in the 8th century BC, just before the Kuyper Federation fell to a popular revolt; he was martyred for his republican and christian views, and this incited the first rebellions; his mother Marie, a pious woman, constantly stressed that indeed that Clebert was a distant, but still relative, to them. Cleberts were there, his father Henri told him at every occasion, when Jehannus IX was overthrown, and when the perverse, child-eating, pagan Kuyper ruling elite was overthrown by the French, who finally took power into their own hands. The Cleberts were amongst the army of liberation that killed the Kuypers off for their sins! The Cleberts, added his father, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, voted for neutrality when neutrality was the Only Possible Course for the Young Franco Republic, and made sure that those cowards who, for the sake of their petty "glory", seeked to drag France into senseless wars, knew: if they dare vote against it, they will face the People's Righteous Anger! The Cleberts were there in the psuh to build the fleet! The Cleberts elected Charles d'Anarchie! The Cleberts, remember this my son, fought in Carthage and in Florida! The Cleberts voted, when the vile Swiss and their Egyptian overlords seeked to conquer France, for WAR!!! The Cleberts were there when the Egyptian Armade threatened the very freedom of the European people, they were there when that Armade faced its ignomous defeat! The Cleberts were patriots to a man and if only all Frenchmen were such patriots, why, France would be... even greater than it is now!
Young Joseph Clebert listened to all these stories wide-eyed, and was filled with pride and with patriotism, and also with a deep interest in history - both of his family and of France. His father encouraged this, until he had heard from Joseph's school mates that he intended to become a historian rather than continue his father's business. They had a Very Serious Talk on the Matters of Patriotism, Duty and Family, and 13-years old Joseph Clebert stunned his father by telling him about his grand plan. He wanted to make all the Frenchmen as patriotic, as hard-working as the Cleberts, and the best way to do this was through writing books (after all, literacy rates in France were very high), and besides, the people must know more about those great events the Cleberts and other such patriotic men and women participated in. His father realized what he has done and shook his head, but finally conceded, and promised to let him eventually go to the Versailles History College. His mother, who wanted her son to become famous, was only too glad about her son's decision, sincerely believing that he will become a famous, authoritative historian about whom future generations will be taught.
But he still had school ahead of himself. 3 more years of school, according to the education standards of the day. History flew by - the first (and the last) Angle-descent, Carthage-born president came to power in France, Chris Howard; he promised egalitarian reforms and reassertion of . The Cleberts, naturally, voted for him. Ultranationalism, ultrapatriotism - which, perhaps, is the one and same - filled France, filled the French people, filled Joseph Clebert. France was united! France was great! And already then, with the rest of the progressive youth, Joseph Clebert has realized this simple fact: France was threatened. Enemies were plotting against it. That was why anti-government propaganda was spreading in spite of the volunteer youth organizations that hunted for the pamphlets and burned them down. That was why Brazil was up in arms. That was why Egypt, the archenemy of all things French, was searching for allies.
Came the year of 1824. Joseph Clebert was on the brink of entering the Versailles History College. His father was on the brink of marasm. A man he once seen as young but didn't quite remember was on the western brink of the Nile River, studying the Pharaoh Sheep LXI Square with his binoculars, watching the Pharaoh's carriage move back and forth as the day went by, and making notes, and shaking off his last doubts, and then going to his Memphisian suburb home to practice with his sniper rifle.
The world was on the brink of a war. A great war. The world wouldn't end yet, the seven seals would not be removed yet, Antichrist would not yet come. But it would end one era, one empire and millions of lives. And many more lives will be changed, including that of Joseph Clebert.
To be continued...