Baron von Schwartzshloß rises,
"Wilkommen, Your Grace," he says, addressing the newly arrived Bishop von Nathusius, "It is good to see my Count's neighbours represented at the Diet hall."
The Baron addresses Leonard Fourner,
"Your Excellency, the vehemence of your cynicism towards the new Federation surprises me. True, I find myself somewhat suspicious of it's real nature... but an Empire? I think perhaps not."
"I would suggest that, if anything, it is an alliance or league of nations, which the King of England has cunningly hidden behind such gregarious and seemingly progressive terms as 'commonwealth' and 'federation'."
"I have read a copy of the Federation's policies and they do make for interesting reading... But while the King of England has reached into his nation's past to the Roman Empire of old's republican structure of consuls and such notions, I think his Federation is little more than an alliance, albeit a very ambitious and well-worded one."
"Should we blame England for wishing to promote it's own interests? Hardly, for do we not ourselves strive daily to strengthen our own Holy Roman Empire? If the King of England were bold enough to cast aside the trappings of commonwealth and empire and declare the group of nations of which he is a leader an honest, down-to-earth alliance, I for one should have no problem with it, for at least we as an empire and France, too should know where we stand."
The Baron notices Sir Andrew's rigid self-control,
"My Lord," The Baron addresses him, "I do not think the Diet wished you to remain silent, but merely for you and your French counterpart to respect our customs and protocol. I respect your council and I humbly ask you to provide us with it."
With a bow to SIr Rowan and in turn to the Steward and the Emperor, the Baron sits.
"Wilkommen, Your Grace," he says, addressing the newly arrived Bishop von Nathusius, "It is good to see my Count's neighbours represented at the Diet hall."
The Baron addresses Leonard Fourner,
"Your Excellency, the vehemence of your cynicism towards the new Federation surprises me. True, I find myself somewhat suspicious of it's real nature... but an Empire? I think perhaps not."
"I would suggest that, if anything, it is an alliance or league of nations, which the King of England has cunningly hidden behind such gregarious and seemingly progressive terms as 'commonwealth' and 'federation'."
"I have read a copy of the Federation's policies and they do make for interesting reading... But while the King of England has reached into his nation's past to the Roman Empire of old's republican structure of consuls and such notions, I think his Federation is little more than an alliance, albeit a very ambitious and well-worded one."
"Should we blame England for wishing to promote it's own interests? Hardly, for do we not ourselves strive daily to strengthen our own Holy Roman Empire? If the King of England were bold enough to cast aside the trappings of commonwealth and empire and declare the group of nations of which he is a leader an honest, down-to-earth alliance, I for one should have no problem with it, for at least we as an empire and France, too should know where we stand."
The Baron notices Sir Andrew's rigid self-control,
"My Lord," The Baron addresses him, "I do not think the Diet wished you to remain silent, but merely for you and your French counterpart to respect our customs and protocol. I respect your council and I humbly ask you to provide us with it."
With a bow to SIr Rowan and in turn to the Steward and the Emperor, the Baron sits.