Chapter 156: An Imperial Century, Part 1
Palace of Potsdam, 31 December 1835
The guests had all arrived in the Hall of Mirrors. Metternich had successfully managed to invite every major European head of state along with as many
dynatoi and
aristoi as he possibly could. Sigismund noticed him in the corner, chatting about Nikephoros's military strategy with the aging Clausewitz, who was Minister of War. The Lithuanian King-Emperor Karol Ferdinand I Palemonaitis was in a heated argument with Fylkir Tyke II, who was trying to set up his prayer mat so he could do his evening prayers facing the Temple of Uppsala. The Tsar of Russia--Sigismund forgot his name again--was discussing the status of Finland with the Tsar of Yavdi--Sigismund also forgot his name--and wasn't getting that far. No Persians were invited. The Indian delegation was late to the party; a telegraph message received a few hours ago said that the Samrat Chakravartin's train broke down somewhere in Serbia.
"Your Imperial Highness!" said Martin Komnenodoukas,
megas domestikos, "Care for another beer?"
He held up a glass of beer.
"I'm fine, thank you," said Sigismund, "What have you been up to?"
"Comparing war stories with Tacitus--poor guy got his legion absolutely wrecked by the Chinese emperor himself!"
"Well, yours was too."
"But I managed to besiege Nanjing itself!"
"I would summon Clausewitz to counter that, but he's busy right now."
"Your Highness!" said Andreas Doukas, the head of the Doukas family, "The Duke of Saxony is here!"
"Maximilian?" said Sigismund. "Metternich said he declined!"
"Well, he's at the door, so should I send a servant to let him in?" said Andreas.
"Ja, whatever," said Sigismund.
"Your Majesty!" shouted Theodoros Komnenos, head of the Komnenos family, "You need to see this!"
"What is it?" said Sigismund, slightly annoyed.
"The future!" said Theodoros, pulling out a book.
The book's title read,
Forschung über die Auswirkungen der bei einigen entzündlichen Erkrankungen und die Wirkung von Brech- und Blasen in der Pneumonie Blutungen. It was by a man named Peter Karl Alexander Louis, a Gallic doctor.
"This man says bloodletting doesn't work!" Theodoros said, "You believe him?"
"I need time to read the book first." Sigismund took the book.
There was a sound from the other side of the room--something like a trumpet, but much deeper, louder, and more annoying.
"What in God's name is that monstrosity?" said Sigismund, pointing in the direction of Markos Palaiologos, who was holding some weird large musical instrument.
"That's what they call a 'tuba'," said Theodoros, "They've just patented it and would like to demonstrate it to you."
"Heavens no!"
There was a gunshot from down the hall.
"Hey!" shouted Sigismund, but nobody moved or ran. "Okay, what's going on here?"
"That was a gun invented by a man named Samuel Colt, a Neu Rhomanian," said Andreas. "He's right over there."
Sigismund looked to his left and saw a man holding a small pistol.
"He calls it a revolver," said Andreas, "It can fire a number of shots rapidly without reloading."
"Interesting," said Sigismund, "But I'm more interested in this 'analytical engine' Karl Babbage has proposed."
There was a tap on his shoulder at that point. "Sir," said the servant, "Maximilian wants to see you."
"Tell him I'll be right with him," replied Sigismund, and at that moment everything stopped--literally.
"What?" he said.
Nobody moved at all. People froze in the positions they were in, mouths still open and hands still raised. The water in the fountain nearby was absolutely still, in both the pool and in the air. The servant was still listening for his order, and Andreas and Theodoros were frozen mid-step.
Sigismund reached for his anti-angel dagger, but a voice behind him said, "That won't be necessary."
He turned around and saw the composer Frederic Chopin standing in the midst of the frozen scene, quite unfrozen.
"Okay, Chopin, so you've been possessed by an angel, that's why you write all of those crazy piano pieces, so are you here to kill me?" said Sigismund.
Chopin's eyes glowed white for a second. "It's me, Wilhelm," said Chopin, "I'm not here to kill you."
"Raphael impersonated Wilhelm to kill Friedrich Augustin III four hundred years ago," said Sigismund, "How do I know it's you?"
"Because if I wanted you dead, I would have done so already," said Wilhelm, "Also I know how to breach the anti-angel sigils you placed around the palace. Raphael doesn't know any of that."
"Okay, then, Wilhelm, what do you want?" said Sigismund.
"We need to talk," said Wilhelm, snapping his fingers.