The nondescript poster was carefully pinned against a wall nearby the Allar embassy. The note was handwritten implying a lack of access to printing presses. Placed hopefully where Cro'zhin might find it among the minutiae of Regalia.
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❮What do they know of Regalia who only Regalia know?❯
"What would they say"?
They would speak to us in our own Common tongue, the tongue made for telling truth in, tuned already to songs that haunt the hearer like the sadness of spring. They would tell us of the marvelous archipelago, so sweetly mixed of opposites in climate that all the seasons of the year appear there in their greatest perfection; of the fields amid which they built their halls, their villages, their churches and where the same Axford Maiden showered its petals upon them as upon us; they would tell us, surely the rivers the hills and of the coast of the Archipelago.
They would tell us too, of a palace near the great city which the Emperors built, to which men resorted to out of all the Empire to speak on behalf of their houses and dispense stewardship to all the people of the Empire.
Symbol, source of power; a person of flesh and blood, yet an incarnation of an ideal; the Imperial Seat would have seemed to them, as it seems to us, to express the qualities that are peculiarly Regalian: The unity of Regalia, effortless and unconstrained, which accepts the unlimited supremacy of its crown so naturally as not to be aware of it; the homogeneity of civilization, so profound and embracing that the Interior and Exterior make it a hobby to discover their differences and assert their peculiarities; the continuity of Regalia, which has brought this unity and this homogeneity about by the slow alchemy of centuries.
From this continuous life of a united people in its home Archipelago, as from the soil of Regalia, all that is peculiar in the gifts and the achievements of the Regalian Nation. All its impact on the outer world in earlier colonies, in the later territories, in government and lawgiving, in commerce and in thought has flowed from the impulses generated here. And in this continuing life of Regalia is symbolized and expressed, as by nothing else, by the Regalian Emperorship. Regalian it is, for all the leeks and thistles grafted upon it here and elsewhere. The stock that received all these grafts is Ailor, the sap that rises through to the extremities rises from roots in Ailor earth, the earth of Ailor history.
We in our day ought well to guard, as highly to honor, the parent stem of Regalia, and it's royal talisman; for we know not what branches yet that wonderful tree will have the power to put forth.
The danger is not always violence and force; them we have withstood before and can again.
The peril can also be indifference and humbug, which might squander the accumulated wealth and tradition and devalue our sacred symbolism to achieve some cheap compromise or some evanescent purpose.
The root of the Kingdom is in the state. The root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its head. Yet the Imperial virtue that represents our Empire so is more commonly found in the distant periphery provinces rather than the heart of our Empire that is the City of Regalia.
The citizenry of the city who, in the days of their virtue had expected only injury at the hands of their enemies, now that virtue is lost suffer greater cruelties at the hands of their fellow citizens?
The lust of personal greed, which other vices amongst the ambitious no longer tempered by virtuous unity of now subdue under the yoke the worn and weary. But the vice of the avarice of ambition had in past times been transfixed to a virtue that extended the borders far. Tempered with Imperial interests, those who lived for the betterment of the Empire also lived for the betterment of themselves.
It is the vacuum left behind by the satisfied and content who acquired power for the sake of power and the luxury that it wrought that gave lesser men the means to pursue chaos and sedition in the form of armed gangs in the streets. This city dear of mine is in need of crafty heroes to leave their legacy in the annals of history to bring forth new heights and not satisfy themselves with this status quo of mediocrity.
To the great Digmaan Cro-zzhin, I ask for your time to speak the cause of proud Regalians who weep for the dead at the hands of brother-slayers.
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Sarelas Tyr'Vanael Avalorn
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