THE ALBA CHRONICLES (III) - ((Private))
Don Miguel Fitz-James Stuart was sitting inside his small cabinet within the barracks of Gerafe, a town to the south of Madrid, and working with papers. Húsares de la Princesa, the regiment he has been commanding, has spent all late months here, since it has been formed in March 1833. The Duke of Alba, after a falling out with the current Secretary of Grace and Justice, Senor del Pino, has shocked the high society of the capital by retiring from his offices in the Ministry and rejoining active military service. Ferdinand VII, whose favorite the Duke yet remained at that moment, ordered him to form the new unit, bearing the name of his heir-to-be María Isabel Luisa. By that time Don Miguel managed to kick the regiment into shape and fill most officer vacancies, but there was still much to be done.
- SIr, a certain... Don Francisco de Montcada wishes to see you. - a round-cheeked orderly walked into the room and saluted his Coronel. He was followed by a cavalry captain, in his forties and wearing a rather faded uniform. He had intelligent hazel eyes, a very long and crooked nose - and magnificent black sidewhiskers, that were supposed to hide a terrible sabre scar slashing through his left cheek. The captain was sporting an Order of St Hermengildo on his chest.
- Sit down, sit down, Senor. So, you are wishing to join our regiment? - the Duke pointed towards one of the chairs and looked at the other officer. He had never seen the son of his fencing master before - but immediately noticed the resemblance between the old man and the captain.
- Yes, sir, I would be glad to. - answered Montcada in a rather hoarse voice. Don Miguel smiled pleasantly and then asked, in a matter-of-fact tone.
- So, when did you enter service and where saw action?
Francisco thought for a moment, as if deciding, where to begin. Then he started bending his fingers.
- I put on a red cockade in 1808, Your Excellency. Joined the loyalist guarillieros to fight the froggies. Served under Cuesta and Albuquerque, saw Talavera and Tamames. At the end of the campaign led an irregular company - but after the restoration of His Majesty my rank was not recognized, so... The captain did not finish his phrase, but the Duke of Alba nodded sympathetically. He knew many such cases - war dogs who fought in patriotic militias during Peninsular Campaign later had problems with military bureaucrats sitting in their cabinets. Life is not fair.
- ... So I acquired a commission within the Regimiento de Farnesio, in the line cavalry. Later had participated in the expedition to New Granada. Spent eight years fighting the rebels there. The Duke of Alba nodded approvingly - and then remember something the fencing master told him about his son. A rather unusual fact for a small hidalgo-officer type.
- But, as I understand, you left the army in 1825? And... managed to become quite successful in another occupation?
De Montcada for a moment was silent. He studied his fingers and scratched his beard, but then answered.
- Yes. My wife inherited a cocao plantation and I decided to help her manage it. We made three times as much money as what her father got from it. Alba grinned - not many military people had businessmen instincts. Most of them were good at spending money and becoming broke, not the other way round. Also - it was good that this man had means. Service in cavalry, especially in such a regiment, was considered prestigious. You had to have... certain funds, if you wanted to the part of the crowd, buying expensive horses, going to the right restaurants and theatres.
- So why did you decide to put the epaulets on again? Is the smell of barraсks so inciting for you? The smile of Francisco faded, as he prepared to answer. His eyes for a moment became sad and grim, as if he remembered about something very unpleasant.
- Well, I always loved the army life... And after my wife died, I could not even look at the damned plantation. For a few second the both gentlemen said nothing, but then the Duke decided to change the topic.
- My condolences. So, would you like the take the 4th squadron, it is still...
As he was finishing his remark, the door suddenly opened - and Lt. Colonel Pedro Borja Téllez-Girón walked in, clearly in a quite agitated state. The second in command to Alba was a small plump person with magnificent moustache - and now, sweaty and red-faced, he looked quite comical. But Alba did not laugh - if this usually calm and dignified caballiero was so nervous, something very bad should have happened.
- Your Excellency, urgent news... Need to talk... - blurted out Lieutenant Colonel Téllez-Girón, trying to master his breath. Then he gave Montcada a suspicious gaze and wiped his forehead, which was as wet as a coat after a rain.
- Senor de Montcada, I hope to very soon converse with again... - the Duke of Alba inclined his head, bidding his farewell to the captain.
When Francisco left the cabinet, Téllez-Girón ran to the table and gave his senior officer several letters.
- Dispatches from the capital, Colonel! His Majesty has died... and the Pope and the Russian and Austrian emperors have recognized Don Carlos as his heir... In the first seconds Miguel felt only shock. Then - pangs of grief. Ferdinand VII was his King, whom he has served loyally all his life, in whom he had seen the personification of the great Spain. They were close before the vile disease has chained the Sovereign to his bed and de-facto moved his scepter into the hands of canny advisors. Of course, Ferdinand VII was not perfect. While possessing the willful personality needed to defend and maintain the strength of the Monarchy and the unity of Country, he often damaged the moral authority of his Crown by his dishonest and fickle ways. And yet it was Ferdinand who held the state together - and now it would be torn apart.
- The Holy Father recognized Carlos as our KIng? Now he would surely land.... - Alba stood up and bit his lips in fury. The civil war he hated and feared was coming, everything that the Restoration has build during the previous period could burn in the fires of kinslaying conflict.
- F..k. They should have called the Cortes when I advised them to. Despite them being alone in the room, the Lieutenant Colonel lowered his voice to something bordering a whisper.
- So... What should we do? For whom should we declare? We are used to following orders coming from Madrid, but the Pope... The Pope...
At that moment Pedro Téllez-Girón lost his voice. He was a cousin of the Duke of Osuna, possessed several manors in Valencia and considered himself a happy and successful person. A civil war could ruin everything for him. A landowner does not care under whose banners serve the soldiers who burn and plunder his estate
. - Well, we are the Hussars of the Princess... - the Colonel said slowly, while playing with the hilt of his sword. His eyes were now cold and expressionless.
- ... But does it make us automatically the Hussars of the Queen? Currently just await for my orders. When his second-in-command left, Don Miguel laughed - but the laugh was resembling a bark of a dog now. He took out his wallet, pulled a peso out of it and chucked it high into the air....
- So, Isabella or Carlos? By Jove, I have all time of the world to decide.
From the DUKE of ALBA to HER MAJESTY MARIA CRISTINA FERDINANDA, DOWAGER QUEEN of SPAIN ((Maxwell500 - Private))
First of all, I should express my deepest condolences regarding the death of your august Husband, who is, without doubt, now resting in Heaven. His departure grieves me not only as a loyal Subject, but, if I am to dare use this expression, a friend. For this reason I now write to you - and would speak not the honeyed speeches many of the courtiers prefer to pour into the ears of potentates, but the truth, maybe sour, but necessary.
The Spanish Realm is now divided over the matter of succession and the consequences of the future conflict may put an end to the Spanish Monarchy as it is. For the people who are currently see the Count of Molina as their champion belong to the classes and the political groups which have been the backbone of the Spanish Monarchy for years. Should they become rebels, should they marginalize - the Throne may found itself greatly weakened, for without a strong and reasonable right the left quickly becomes strong and unreasonable, this is what the political science tells us.
Even more threatening for the Crown is the falling out with the Holy Roman Church. The strength of the Monarchy is its sacred nature, for it receives its powers from God himself. But how can the Crown claim to have such powers, if the Gods institutions on Earth, if the Pontiff himself does not recognize it? Would not the Monarchy then turn into an earthly instrument, which canny politicians would use and shape as they wish, turning the Sovereign into some kind of ceremonial figure, receiving His salary from the Cortes Generales. Without the support of the religious circles, it would be the best outcome, while the worst would be the establishment of a Popular Republic.
Therefore, Your Majesty, an entente with Rome is needed and needed urgently, as well as civil peace within the Realm.
I suggest the following: why not call a Cortes Generals, with the presence of the Papal legates. Let the representative assembly of our land consider the question of the Pragmatic Sanction as it did fourty years ago. Such a Cortes could have swept away all rumors of machinations and fraud regarding the succession issue that currently pushes so many people into the rank of the so-called Carlists. While a precedent should not be set that this formation would have binding authority on that matter, the Crown could easily order it to make a ruling and obligate itself to follow it in the concrete case.
In any case, a peace with the Pontiff and the dissenting Bishops is something without which the Crown would never be safe.
I remain a faithful servant of the Crown and Dynasty,
Miguel Garcia Fitz-James Stuart y Silva,
Duke of Alba
From the DUKE of ALBA to HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS INFANTE CARLOS, COUNT of MOLINA ((Riccardo93 - Private))
Your Royal Highness,
Having known you for many years and even having the honor to share the exile in Bayonne with you and your August father and brothers, I dare to write to you on the most worrying matter that is now on the mind of every Spaniard.
A potential civil war in Spain may become an end to it as a great Realm. The Royal Army, the illustrious creature of the Restoration, could be damaged beyond repair, its officers and soldiers killing each other in a kinslaying struggle. Due to internal disorders we have already lost our empire in the Americas, now the unity of our own Kingdom is at risk, for would not a country weakened by such bloodshed become a vulnerable victim to other countries?
You are known as a man of family, religion and solid principles, therefore, Your Royal Highness probably understand the great damage that would an armed conflict cause to the prestige of the House of Bourbon. The scions of the Louis the Saint and Louis the Sun King fighting each other, an Uncle leading an army against his own Niece - would not such an event be disgraceful for the Throne and Realm, would it not make us the laughing stock of Europe, resembling some wild Tartars battling over the corpse of their Khan?
I suggest a peaceful solution to the dispute - since you believe that the acts issued by His Catholic Majesty Ferdinand VII are illegal, why not assemble Cortes Generals, with the representation of the Holy Church?
I remain a faithful servant of the Crown and Dynasty,
Miguel Garcia Fitz-James Stuart y Silva,
Duke of Alba