Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in LauraniaChurchill, Winston
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Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania
Churchill, Winston
Political fiction; Revolutions -- Fiction
This scene of impotence and futility was ended by the entrance of the
remarkable man who had raised a party from the dust, and had led them
from one success to another until it had seemed that the victory was
won. Silence fell upon the assemblage; some stood up in respect;
everyone wondered what he would say. How would he bear the crushing
defeat that had fallen upon them? Would he despair of the movement?
Would he be angry or sad or cynical? Above all, what course would he
propose?
He walked to the end of the long table around which the members were
grouped, and sat down deliberately. Then he looked round the room,
with a face as calm and serene as ever. In that scene of confusion and
indecision he looked magnificent. His very presence imparted a feeling
of confidence to his followers. His high and ample forehead might have
contained the answer to every question; his determined composure seemed
equal to the utmost stroke of Fate.
After a moment's pause, invited by the silence, he rose. His words
were studiously moderate. It had been a disappointment to him, he
said, to find that the registers had been mutilated. The ultimate
success was deferred, but it was only deferred. He had waited before
coming to the Mayoralty to make a few calculations. They were
necessarily rough and hurried, but he thought they were approximately
correct. The President, it was true, would have a majority in the
forthcoming Parliament, and a substantial majority; but they would win
certain seats, in spite of the restricted electorate; about fifty, he
thought, in a house of three hundred. Smaller minorities than that had
overthrown more powerful Governments. Every day added to their
strength; every day increased the hatred of the Dictator. Besides,
there were other alternatives than constitutional procedure,--and at
these words some set their teeth and looked at each other in deep
significance--but for the present they must wait; and they could afford
to wait, for the prize was worth winning. It was the most precious
possession in the world,--liberty. He sat down amid brighter faces and
calmer minds. The deliberations were resumed. It was decided to
relieve, out of the general funds of the party, those who were in
poverty through the massacre of their relations; that would increase
their popularity with the working classes, and might win the sympathy
of foreign nations. A deputation should wait on the President to
express the grief of the citizens at the mutilation of their ancient
register, and to beg that he would restore their franchises. It should
also demand the punishment of the officers who had fired on the people,
and should acquaint the President with the alarm and indignation of the
city. Savrola, Godoy, and Renos were named as the members of the
deputation, and the Reform Committee then dispersed quietly.
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