(( Private))
The carriage stopped near the stone doors, blackened by time, and the plump servant, with a bow, opened them before Amedeo Amat di Soleminis.
- He is there, Your Excellency…. They are all there… - he mumbled, giving the Marquess of Soleminis a shining lantern. Thanking him with a curt nod, Don Amedeo entered the Bonaretti family crypt and walked down the creaking steps. It smelled of weed, of decay and of sadness here. The walls, out of expensive marble, were decorated with engravings of the coat-of-arms, crosses and praying angels. And here were the graves, the graves of them all, from sixteen century up to now.
The Counts of Nice, lords, soldiers, politicans. Each with his strong personality, with his views, with his faith. And now…. All of them were here, motionless and silent. Amedeo Amat di Soleminis stopped near one of the graves, the one of Giacomo Bonaretti, the Saviour of the Realm. He closed his eyes, remembering the great man, sometimes fiery, sometimes acting as a jester – but that ended being inherently wise. He remembered his smile, he remembered how they joked with his parent, how he patted little Amedeo on the head… He remembered the old age, now begone.
- I wonder what you would have thought of that, old man… Would you have seen us as heroes or traitors? - murmured Amat, looking at the monument to Giacomo, once again envisioning his stern features.
These monthes of revolution were difficult for him, full of nightmares and hard decisions. To save the country, he had to agree to certain changes he believed to be harmful and even write careful letters to the King asking to consider them from different sides. A pragmatist and military man in the past, he understood that the revolution cannot be defeated by force of arms – and only changes received from the Crown may now save its power and existence. He believed and knew that all Italians were actually monarchists in their hearts, they were no radicals and they had just to be reminded of it… He participated in the talks with Muti, defending the royal prerogative within the new Constitution – doing what he has done all his life, being the champion of the Throne. He spoke in defense of nobility within the half-empty Chamber, being ready to receive a bullet from a militamen for that... And yet…
Yet he was proud that he never has said he words: «For the Revolution», which many of his colleagues reluctantly uttered. He remembered the day when his father decided to support the Whites, to save the crumbling state from the Balboist usurpers - and how sad was the King Vittorio Emanuelle about that. On that day young Amedeo gave himself an oath that he would always stand by the Crown and never support any coups, however benign they may seem to be.
And he had done so – while ready to see certain changes handed by the Crown, he would have never accepted them enforced by force of arms and would have never agreed to see the Crown robbed of its powers. And if King Umberto had decided to enter the desperate fight, he would have died with him. And since it was coming to that, Soleminis prayed much during these days, asking God to help the Monarch and to lead them out of this chaos.
Then the Sovereign was killed by the vile anarchist - and the Lord President of the Privy Council had once again to be present during the messy court negotiations. He had to talk to weak-willed and kind Amedeo, ex-King of Spain, more reminding him of a cluttering old hen at the moment. He had to talk with the grief-striken widow of Umberto, who broke into hysterical sobbings each time the royal title was mentioned. And look into the scared eyes of a fifteen-years old boy, a boy with a crown, who, for the first time in his life, has seen the fires of hell burning normality away…
But finally the signature was received – and then Don Amedeo Amat had to start dismantling what he has seen as the greatest pride of his life, the Privy Council. He thanked the members and clerks for their service, he collected the documents – and for the last time in his life walked through its chambers within the royal palace… He still missed it bitterly, it took a part of his soul, leaving a bleeding wound on it.
And then came the elections, hazardous and frightening. They were neither fair nor proper, Amedeo saw it by the example of his Savoy constituency. Anarchist and republican goons were threatening the supporters of conservative parties, the shocked authorities counted the ballots taking into account the wishes of «revolutionary committees». Large parts of the populace preferred not to vote at all, sitting quietly in their homes… However, it did not stop Amedeo from working – working not to get much seats, which was impossible now, but to keep IPC running and prepare it for next, proper, elections, after the restoration of order. And talking with people, being in their midst these days was refreshing, it was like a new beginning. Previously he has been more like a maker of deputies, being unable, as a Senator, to hold the seat himself – and now could be elected as such. Finally, order was restored, armed people did not march along the streets now - and he believed that it would stay so, as long as Montezemolo is in charge. Don Amedeo believed in Montezemolo…
However, many lifes were taken – and among the dead was one who was the closest to Soleminis. Stefano Bonaretti. Leader, friend, comrade, brother… Better that brother.
Tears on his eyes, Amat put flowers near the grave of the Duke of Venezia. - Uniti usque ad mortem, Stefano. You are in heaven now. – he whispered and walked away. Bonaretti was dead, but his legacy was left – and Marchese di Soleminis intended to continue defend the values that were dear to him, until his heart was beating.
((Chamber of Deputies – Public))
Gentlemen,
We are living in sad times of strife. Pacification and changes have come – but they have come through weeping of widows and orphans, though blood and tears. As a National Traditionalist, I value national unity and cooperation of all classes above everything – and yet now I saw Italians, people who speak one language, pray to one God and share the common destiny, tear each other like wild animals and treat each other as external foes. This was a disgusting sight, gentlemen, it was unnatural – and I do not want to witness that again.
We see our King, His Majesty Umberto, killed by a traitorous hand of an anarchist. We see the Hero of Italy, Marshall Napoleone Auria, murdered by a junior officer. We see my friend, Lord Abramo Alighieri, dying from a bomb. We see thousands of others dead - and I believe the Chamber should stay silent for few minutes, to honor their memory.
Let us hope that both politicans of Right and Left would learn from this and understand that the harsh words of the deputies turn into the bullets in the streets. When somebody in the Chamber, say, calls his foe a tyrant and slavedriver, portraying him as servant of Lucifer – he may expect that his supporter would later take an axe and attack these whom he depicts so harshly. Mutual respect within different factions is important. And now there is no time for hostilities – it is time for collective work, it is time to unite around the throne of our young King, it is the time to build and develop, time to end anarchy and restore the rule of law. And I trust the wise Marchese di Montezemolo to be quite capable to do so.
I thank His Majesty King Vittorio Emanuele III and his Prime Minister Cordero di Montezemolo for my appointment as the Minister of Foreign Affairs within the Interim Unity Government and would work tirelessly for the good of the Kingdom.
- Amedeo Cesare Amat, Marchese di Soleminis, Deputy for Chambery and Minister of Foreign Affairs
The carriage stopped near the stone doors, blackened by time, and the plump servant, with a bow, opened them before Amedeo Amat di Soleminis.
- He is there, Your Excellency…. They are all there… - he mumbled, giving the Marquess of Soleminis a shining lantern. Thanking him with a curt nod, Don Amedeo entered the Bonaretti family crypt and walked down the creaking steps. It smelled of weed, of decay and of sadness here. The walls, out of expensive marble, were decorated with engravings of the coat-of-arms, crosses and praying angels. And here were the graves, the graves of them all, from sixteen century up to now.
The Counts of Nice, lords, soldiers, politicans. Each with his strong personality, with his views, with his faith. And now…. All of them were here, motionless and silent. Amedeo Amat di Soleminis stopped near one of the graves, the one of Giacomo Bonaretti, the Saviour of the Realm. He closed his eyes, remembering the great man, sometimes fiery, sometimes acting as a jester – but that ended being inherently wise. He remembered his smile, he remembered how they joked with his parent, how he patted little Amedeo on the head… He remembered the old age, now begone.
- I wonder what you would have thought of that, old man… Would you have seen us as heroes or traitors? - murmured Amat, looking at the monument to Giacomo, once again envisioning his stern features.
These monthes of revolution were difficult for him, full of nightmares and hard decisions. To save the country, he had to agree to certain changes he believed to be harmful and even write careful letters to the King asking to consider them from different sides. A pragmatist and military man in the past, he understood that the revolution cannot be defeated by force of arms – and only changes received from the Crown may now save its power and existence. He believed and knew that all Italians were actually monarchists in their hearts, they were no radicals and they had just to be reminded of it… He participated in the talks with Muti, defending the royal prerogative within the new Constitution – doing what he has done all his life, being the champion of the Throne. He spoke in defense of nobility within the half-empty Chamber, being ready to receive a bullet from a militamen for that... And yet…
Yet he was proud that he never has said he words: «For the Revolution», which many of his colleagues reluctantly uttered. He remembered the day when his father decided to support the Whites, to save the crumbling state from the Balboist usurpers - and how sad was the King Vittorio Emanuelle about that. On that day young Amedeo gave himself an oath that he would always stand by the Crown and never support any coups, however benign they may seem to be.
And he had done so – while ready to see certain changes handed by the Crown, he would have never accepted them enforced by force of arms and would have never agreed to see the Crown robbed of its powers. And if King Umberto had decided to enter the desperate fight, he would have died with him. And since it was coming to that, Soleminis prayed much during these days, asking God to help the Monarch and to lead them out of this chaos.
Then the Sovereign was killed by the vile anarchist - and the Lord President of the Privy Council had once again to be present during the messy court negotiations. He had to talk to weak-willed and kind Amedeo, ex-King of Spain, more reminding him of a cluttering old hen at the moment. He had to talk with the grief-striken widow of Umberto, who broke into hysterical sobbings each time the royal title was mentioned. And look into the scared eyes of a fifteen-years old boy, a boy with a crown, who, for the first time in his life, has seen the fires of hell burning normality away…
But finally the signature was received – and then Don Amedeo Amat had to start dismantling what he has seen as the greatest pride of his life, the Privy Council. He thanked the members and clerks for their service, he collected the documents – and for the last time in his life walked through its chambers within the royal palace… He still missed it bitterly, it took a part of his soul, leaving a bleeding wound on it.
And then came the elections, hazardous and frightening. They were neither fair nor proper, Amedeo saw it by the example of his Savoy constituency. Anarchist and republican goons were threatening the supporters of conservative parties, the shocked authorities counted the ballots taking into account the wishes of «revolutionary committees». Large parts of the populace preferred not to vote at all, sitting quietly in their homes… However, it did not stop Amedeo from working – working not to get much seats, which was impossible now, but to keep IPC running and prepare it for next, proper, elections, after the restoration of order. And talking with people, being in their midst these days was refreshing, it was like a new beginning. Previously he has been more like a maker of deputies, being unable, as a Senator, to hold the seat himself – and now could be elected as such. Finally, order was restored, armed people did not march along the streets now - and he believed that it would stay so, as long as Montezemolo is in charge. Don Amedeo believed in Montezemolo…
However, many lifes were taken – and among the dead was one who was the closest to Soleminis. Stefano Bonaretti. Leader, friend, comrade, brother… Better that brother.
Tears on his eyes, Amat put flowers near the grave of the Duke of Venezia. - Uniti usque ad mortem, Stefano. You are in heaven now. – he whispered and walked away. Bonaretti was dead, but his legacy was left – and Marchese di Soleminis intended to continue defend the values that were dear to him, until his heart was beating.
((Chamber of Deputies – Public))
Gentlemen,
We are living in sad times of strife. Pacification and changes have come – but they have come through weeping of widows and orphans, though blood and tears. As a National Traditionalist, I value national unity and cooperation of all classes above everything – and yet now I saw Italians, people who speak one language, pray to one God and share the common destiny, tear each other like wild animals and treat each other as external foes. This was a disgusting sight, gentlemen, it was unnatural – and I do not want to witness that again.
We see our King, His Majesty Umberto, killed by a traitorous hand of an anarchist. We see the Hero of Italy, Marshall Napoleone Auria, murdered by a junior officer. We see my friend, Lord Abramo Alighieri, dying from a bomb. We see thousands of others dead - and I believe the Chamber should stay silent for few minutes, to honor their memory.
Let us hope that both politicans of Right and Left would learn from this and understand that the harsh words of the deputies turn into the bullets in the streets. When somebody in the Chamber, say, calls his foe a tyrant and slavedriver, portraying him as servant of Lucifer – he may expect that his supporter would later take an axe and attack these whom he depicts so harshly. Mutual respect within different factions is important. And now there is no time for hostilities – it is time for collective work, it is time to unite around the throne of our young King, it is the time to build and develop, time to end anarchy and restore the rule of law. And I trust the wise Marchese di Montezemolo to be quite capable to do so.
I thank His Majesty King Vittorio Emanuele III and his Prime Minister Cordero di Montezemolo for my appointment as the Minister of Foreign Affairs within the Interim Unity Government and would work tirelessly for the good of the Kingdom.
- Amedeo Cesare Amat, Marchese di Soleminis, Deputy for Chambery and Minister of Foreign Affairs
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