Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
He quickened his pace as Firmin, who was already a little out of
breath, betrayed a disposition to reply.
‘I am going to chuck all that nonsense,’ said the king, as Firmin
prepared to speak. ‘I am going to fling my royalty and empire on the
table—and declare at once I don’t mean to haggle. It’s haggling—about
rights—has been the devil in human affairs, for—always. I am going to
stop this nonsense.’
Firmin halted abruptly. ‘But, sir!’ he cried.
The king stopped six yards ahead of him and looked back at his
adviser’s perspiring visage.
‘Do you really think, Firmin, that I am here as—as an infernal
politician to put my crown and my flag and my claims and so forth in
the way of peace? That little Frenchman is right. You know he is right
as well as I do. Those things are over. We—we kings and rulers and
representatives have been at the very heart of the mischief. Of course
we imply separation, and of course separation means the threat of war,
and of course the threat of war means the accumulation of more and more
atomic bombs. The old game’s up. But, I say, we mustn’t stand here, you
know. The world waits. Don’t you think the old game’s up, Firmin?’
Firmin adjusted a strap, passed a hand over his wet forehead, and
followed earnestly. ‘I admit, sir,’ he said to a receding back, ‘that
there has to be some sort of hegemony, some sort of Amphictyonic
council——’
‘There’s got to be one simple government for all the world,’ said the
king over his shoulder.
‘But as for a reckless, unqualified abandonment, sir——’
‘_Bang!_’ cried the king.
Firmin made no answer to this interruption. But a faint shadow of
annoyance passed across his heated features.
‘Yesterday,’ said the king, by way of explanation, ‘the Japanese very
nearly got San Francisco.’
‘I hadn’t heard, sir.’
‘The Americans ran the Japanese aeroplane down into the sea and there
the bomb got busted.’
‘Under the sea, sir?’
‘Yes. Submarine volcano. The steam is in sight of the Californian
coast. It was as near as that. And with things like this happening, you
want me to go up this hill and haggle. Consider the effect of that upon
my imperial cousin—and all the others!’
‘_He_ will haggle, sir.’
‘Not a bit of it,’ said the king.
‘But, sir.’
‘Leblanc won’t let him.’
Firmin halted abruptly and gave a vicious pull at the offending strap.
‘Sir, he will listen to his advisers,’ he said, in a tone that in some
subtle way seemed to implicate his master with the trouble of the
knapsack.
The king considered him.
‘We will go just a little higher,’ he said. ‘I want to find this
unoccupied village they spoke of, and then we will drink that beer. It
can’t be far. We will drink the beer and throw away the bottles. And
then, Firmin, I shall ask you to look at things in a more generous
light.... Because, you know, you must....’
He turned about and for some time the only sound they made was the
noise of their boots upon the loose stones of the way and the irregular
breathing of Firmin.
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