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It would have been something of a

relationship with my psychological

disease, but I saw in the

onya.

Linus.

If something isn't operateIC!

You're a man, Steve. Four o'clock. Thank you.

Kettle. Good morning, Your Majesty. Good morning, Kettle.

Anything?

Seven, breakfast with the Geneidica Frour, Dr. Kansund.

Come, ride one, head some door. Want to know all of course? Nothing.

Good morning, Majesty. Good morning, Frelsen-Sten.

Majesty? The Count Montanou over at 11.15, Frelsen-Sten.

Majesty? We see the High Chamber in at 11.30, Frelsen-Sten.

Majesty? Thank you, Frelsen-Sten.

I'm sorry.

Tired, my dear. And old.

Old.

And this cough.

My dear, what do you expect? You had pneumonia three months ago.

But try and sleep a little longer in the mornings.

If I did not start work so early, I could not possibly enjoy us.

I'm a breakfast so much, could I?

There's something in the air. The kind of restlessness, hysteria.

I don't pretend to understand it. No moderation. They don't act moderately.

What is even worse, they don't think of moderately.

My dear?

Oh, my Katarina. What should I have done without you for the last 30 years, my dear?

31.

The year that Wagner died, 1883.

A silly little actress.

Gifted.

Oh, yes. Gifted. Very.

Empathy.

Even the Empress thought so.

That's delightful froline bunched art.

Now I'm even forbidden to attend the Bosnian autumn maneuvers.

Doctors orders.

What heavens? Do you think that you should even consider

travelling all the way to Bosnia?

Well, my nephew will take my place. He likes playing the Emperor.

My dear. One day, Franz Ferdinand will be Emperor.

When God wills it, not before. He wants to change everything.

Oh, it's very easy to change. Not so easy to improve.

And I will not have the Constitution tampered with.

No doubt the chill in joy that it allowed into Bosnia.

That serving when she's so fichote, she'll be able to preen herself and her husband's side.

Franz, the Duchess may have been a lady in waiting, but she was in debt.

Of all the crosses I have had to bear, that absurd and morganatic marriage.

Of all the crosses?

A scoury maid.

Will one day be the head of the Heisenberg?

Of all the crosses.

Franz, your wife murdered by anarchists.

Your only son killed by his own hand.

Your brother stood against the wall and shot in a Mexican prison.

Oh, Franz.

Yes, yes, you're perfectly right. I'll all of it.

I'm sorry.

It's only that I have for so long at Maajok courage or stoicism.

You mean that where my nephew is concerned I don't behave correctly?

Is that what you mean?

Well, he has waited 20 years. 25.

For me to die, true.

Well, Prince of Wales was a grey-haired old gentleman before Victoria had the decency, the kindness to...

Everybody dies, why can't I?

Clearly I'm not old enough to die and too old to change.

And the joke is, the art-stuke is actually afraid to go.

Afraid?

Hmm.

Though I've no doubt that his house guessed at Konopish to the German Kaiser, I will hear a different tale.

Perhaps that I'm not afraid to go to Boston.

Can't stand the heat, he says.

Though I know better.

We are at all times in mortal danger and we must put our faith in the Almighty.

Well, I told him he could please himself so naturally.

Now he's chosen to go.

Eight o'clock?

I regret I must leave you my angel.

Of course.

Have I...

Your permission to call on you again tomorrow at Sim?

You have.

Majesty.

The heir to my throne, actually afraid to go to the province.

Imagine that some Serbian revolution role will throw a bomb at him.

Or at the serving-wench.

Yes?

Very good.

Chief of the General Staff, ten minutes in.

Well, he will have to wait ten minutes.

Good morning, Konopish.

Morning?

How's the Emperor?

A little mild katar cut.

Ah.

And the high chamberlain is in audience.

For how much longer?

Ten minutes.

Apologies.

Eight and a half minutes, John.

Very well.

Which brings me to another, um...

The delicate matter, Majesty.

Yes.

Oh, pardon, dear, come.

That's eight minutes.

To be sure, Majesty.

The protocol affecting the children.

The Imperial and Royal Children of the Imperial and Royal Household,

residing at the hoofboke.

Yes, yes.

As Majesty is aware,

a protocol prescribes that on each occasion,

that one of the Imperial and Royal Children passes through the courtyard and corridors...

and that on each occasion, the guard shall present arms, salutes and sound drums.

Also, that the Imperial and Royal Flag shall be lured.

Yes.

It, um...

It has been suggested to me, Majesty.

Yes.

That, um...

As the Imperial and Royal Children are rather numerous...

May the good God bless their highnesses,

and in some cases, so young indeed, that they still have to be moved in parambulating cabbages.

Yes, God.

In view of the fact that they have this extreme youth, as it were,

the regulations might be, um...

Yeah.

Modified?

A little?

So that only those dukes and dutchesses who have been declared of age need be saluted in this some elaborate fashion.

Yes, continue.

One has Majesty's permission to modify the protocol?

One has not, God.

Such modifications could be interpreted as a slight against the dynasty.

The regulation will remain precisely what it has always been...

Unchained.

As Majesty, come on.

And I must ask you, dear, can't not bring this before us again.

Oh, that reminds me.

The Archduke Franz Ferdinand's request that, upon his ascension to the throne,

his Morganatic wife should be entitled to be addressed as...

Imperial Highness is refused.

Well...

That is to say, it will await review at a later date.

Is that all?

Oh, well, one last item, Majesty.

The Ishmael Imperial and Royal Theatre is holding a gala for the purpose of demonstrating the improved kinetaphone.

The what?

Moving pictures, Majesty.

Moving pictures.

Oh, another one of those mechanical monstrosities like the Motica, the telephone.

Your Majesty's attendance at this spectacle has been a special request.

Requested?

Requested by whom?

In view of his Imperial Majesty, Kaiser Wilhelm's visit, it was thought that...

The thought?

The thought?

By Franz Ferdinand, no doubt.

Yes.

Well, why not the flea circus?

Still, if you insist, Kaiser Wilhelm must not imagine that the Empire lags behind Germany in mechanical devices.

He must be entertained.

That is, in addition to the hunting excesses provided by my nephew.

Thank you for your courtesy in coming to see me, dear kind.

Majesty?

Can't come round on her door.

Majesty?

Good morning, Captain.

Thank you for your courtesy in coming to see me.

Your memoranda.

You paint, if I may say so, a somewhat bleak picture of...

Certain facts.

Majesty?

Of unrest in various areas.

The checks, you say, are in an uproar against our policies in the Balkans.

The ruthenes complain of Polish repression.

The Poles themselves are straining at the leash for greater independence.

Acts of high treason, interest, increasing Russian support for ever-growing nationalistic tendencies.

Yes.

You were about to say, Captain.

Majesty?

We are in the gravest danger of encirclement.

Serbi, our Romania, Montenegro are all hostile to the monarchy.

In the pursuit of their aggressive aims, they are encouraged by the Russians and the French.

Our only ally on the south, Italy, remains alas unreliable.

And such supporters one might hope to receive from Germany is cancelled out by customary British machinations.

And your advice, Captain?

We must look to our defences, Majesty.

That also appears to be my foreign minister's view.

But then clearly, you consulted him before you sent me this.

Majesty?

Yes.

You know, can't we have occupied this unenviable position for over sixty years?

We have faced worse than a little unrest here, a little intrigue there, much worse.

Insurgency? Revolution?

You may rest assured we have not forgotten 1848.

The monarchy survived, then it will survive now.

The lesson has been learned.

Yes, Majesty.

What matters is this.

The national aspirations of all my peoples must be satisfied without weakening central control.

The monarchy.

As chief of the Imperial General of Staff, Majesty, my primary aim has always been to strengthen the monarchy.

We are glad to hear it.

And that is why, Majesty, I see the need for a demonstration of military energy, a new approach.

The energy?

A new approach.

You are beginning to talk exactly like my nephew can't.

Then, as you are now, doubt well aware, we favour the energy of patience.

Indeed, Majesty.

I see here, by the way, that my nephew was sought from your certain military information concerning our present military dispositions.

In preparation for the visit of the Imperial Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm, the Archduke thought?

Thought.

Military deployments would not appear as yet within the Archduke's province, eh?

Yes, Majesty.

Enter.

Enter.

Enter.

Enter.

Enter.

Enter.

Enter.

Thank you, Keter.

If Majesty wishes me to return.

It is my experience that in his admirable zealousness, the Archduke occasionally occupies himself with matters well beyond the call of his duties.

Yes, Majesty.

After six decades of beneficent rule, it is pleased the Almighty to call my exalted uncle, his Majesty and King Franciosan, to a higher station.

Rent with anguish.

Pain?

No.

Anguish.

The heart of our people stand beside his final resting place.

Ever grateful for his fatherly love, his sublime spiritual values, his ever-present sense of duty, his goodness and passion for peace.

It will be our task to pursue the aims of our late great Emperor and to continue his noble life's work to keep the peace ever to keep the peace ever.

Always provided that neither existence nor honor of a monarchy is threatened.

Very good.

And to dedicate our life exclusively to the welfare of our peoples, we shall show the same love to all our peoples, regardless of class, faith and religion.

Legally recognized religion, perhaps?

A good point, will they?

Yes.

Yes, legally recognized religion.

Hylo, rich or poor?

Before our throne, all will be regarded as equal.

In eternal love, the people of the monarchy, bound together by tradition.

You don't exaggerate, France.

You really do have the most beautiful roses in Europe.

Don't you do go on.

That's all.

For the moment.

And end to round off the text when...

Well...

When the tragic event occurs.

This way?

For right the final draft.

This point, before, might to sound, appear, um...

Tech, Miss.

Calut.

Oh, my dear friend, your uncle is 84. Thank you.

It's perfectly correct to be prepared for the...

For the worst.

And you really think this text adequate?

More than adequate.

Well, perhaps a few ingratiating phrases such as...

Holding on to what we have, whatever the cost, they like that sort of thing, you know.

On the mark?

As ruler of Germany, I've never found it disadvantageous to be popular with the mob.

Sure, be with me.

Popularly, it cannot be the first prerequisite of the mob.

An emperor needs to be feared.

I shall expect my orders to be carried out and not discussed.

Uncle has sacrificed everything to be popular, to be liked.

And the result?

Crumbling empire.

Quite, quite, even so.

Unfortunately, we're led to be ingratiating.

It's not a gift which the good lord has seen fit to be stood upon me in a very generous measure.

Oh, well, look.

You underestimate yourself, Franz.

Surely, where the wife is charming is the princess von Poon-Boon.

Oh, my dear, we'll leave.

Nothing.

But nothing during your visit here has given me great pleasure.

From the affectionate respect which you've shown, my darling, Soph.

Oh, but the arch d'archis is absolutely delightful in every way.

I insist that you bring her with you to Berlin when you next visit.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

You can't imagine the humiliations to which uncle continues to subject me.

No, his majesty is obsessed with protocology.

No, he hates Sophie.

He wants to wound her and he won't address her civil word.

He calls her the scullery made behind my back.

Incredible.

And yet, the most intelligent thing I ever did in my life was to marry my darling Soph.

Word.

You've seen for yourself, she's everything to her.

Wife, advisor, doctor.

My entire happiness.

Oh, my dear, willy.

Your kind words have given me new courage.

With Sophie by my side.

And you, a trusted friend, and ally.

We shall move mountains.

Yes, indeed.

Meanwhile, your uncle is in perfect health.

Yes, but may I, oh, good.

I see that recently in Parliament you've been referred to as his majesty's loyal opposition.

And now, now, tread carefully my boy step by step.

Oh, that all of my side, willy, all of them.

Conrad is in my pocket the rest will follow.

Then, oh, you see, that in a year or two, it is me.

They will have to deal with.

In a year or two?

Oh, you're quite right, of course.

As usual, yes, I am too impulsive.

Well, never can be quite sure whom to trust.

What is surrounded by sycophants.

At first sight, everyone on meets appears to be...

And jelly.

Hmm.

And then too late.

One pines and has been too trusting.

Trust.

Trust your own divine intelligence, Florence.

And remember, the major task for our two empires, mine and soon yours...

My first major task willy.

We'll be to unite all the nationalities in my empire behind me.

Now, uncle's present dualism of posture, Hungary cannot be allowed to continue now.

We must create a third member state, embracing all our Slav people's game.

Let me show you.

The Slavs, the Serbs, the Christs.

Eventually, we will create a genuine federation of the Central European states like the United States of America.

This is a task for tomorrow, Florence.

Our first duty must be as emperors to uphold the principles of monarchy.

Habsburgs, Hornsolens, Gromannoff's.

We are the only real bulwark against the rising tides of liberalism, democracy.

And worse, that bulwark must come fast.

We sure willy.

Presessive at uncle believes only the battle.

No progress, of course, is vital.

I am, as you know, a dedicated reformer without doubt the most progressive ruler in Europe.

No one would deny that.

But progress, my friend, must be tempered by strength.

You don't really imagine, do you, that those Slavs are yours are going to be formed off with the carrot of a little independence within your empire.

They want more, Florence.

And still more.

And then they'll go looking for support beyond your frontiers.

Fortunately, Russia can help only with words.

So you keep them in their place, those little flag-waving minorities of yours.

That's my advice to you.

Believe me, the only language those Serbian dervishes understand.

I am fist.

Imperial Majesty, Imperial Highness, luncheon is served.

The National Council of the United States of America is a very important part of the United States.

The United States of America is a very important part of the United States of America.

Yeah, that's that.

It's a sort of fact as the Italian soldier, eh?

I didn't realize.

No centreting, I thought.

And unlike me.

Already, from his height of great fits and fits in the connections of all those, this is a new rule.

I'm sure you do.

So could I also enjoy the respect of Brat

and the functions of this nature and time?

I'd be squish as if you were a Hantilet position.

No.

Watch the delay, Codridge.

Your Royal Highness, your Imperial Majesty.

It's quite intolerably hot, Codridge.

You're aware that I can't stand the heat.

Makes me ill.

The hottest summer for 32 years, your Royal Highness.

You can't change the mother cup, it's...

But you can produce the quarry.

Kindly do so.

Well done, Phil, what is it now?

From Killebadow.

Your Royal Highness departure from Bosnia after the maneuvers will now have to be advanced by an hour.

Oh, shit, it will.

Otherwise it will be impossible to make the proper train connections.

Kindly inform Killebadow with my chancellery.

That should he further spoil our taste for our Bosnian journey by these constant inconveniences.

He can hold his maneuvers without me.

And tell him further that I've decided to set a day aside, June the 28th, for a reception at Sarajevo.

This, informed the colonel, has nothing to do with him.

It will be a purely private, non-military affair with a lady-present who deserves some...

recognition.

Understood?

Let us show these Bosnian idiots.

Sarajevo, on June the 28th, that's the Serbs National Holiday.

Exactly, Ville.

I intend to show uncle once and for all, that when I go out to the provinces, I shall do exactly

and exactly.

Brave man.

I trust him, God.

Pfft.

Well, Calvids!

Rabbids, man!

Rabbids!

Yeah, they can't.

Ah!

Who made three more performances of the Count of Luxembourg?

Boring.

Many revival at the Mary widow.

Another.

You know, I do wish to get the daughter Princess again.

You're all alone.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

You're all alone.

Yes.

Yes, can't.

What?

Telegram from work.

You're quite?

Yes.

Who's going to?

Yes, can't.

And now, yes, I see.

To ask you, Carl, of course.

Yes, at once.

I'll see you at instantly.

Yes, of course.

Of course.

What is it?

Look, Calv.

Did say chicken, my dear.

I suppose it will arrive in its own good time.

I really can't imagine what...

I'll go and ask Stephanie.

No, no, no, no, my darling.

There's no need to trouble yourself.

We have all the time in the world

if there's been another disaster in the kitchen.

It's a big chicken.

And not even Stephanie, quick.

In Paris, I'm not sure.

It's Stephanie, quick.

Imperial Highness, this has just arrived.

For me.

On a Sunday.

There's something wrong in the kitchen.

No Imperial Highness.

Well, I'm afraid you see,

Stephanie fell and dropped the cucumber salad.

Oh, dear.

Well, tell Stephanie we should do without the cucumber salad.

Who's it from?

The room is gift.

That's odd. He's with Uncle Franz in Bosnia.

Deeply regret that his Imperial Highness

and the Countess Sophie were both assassinated here today.

Sassan, what do you mean?

Why?

Are they...

where?

What?

All possible aid was given majesty.

But it...

Both?

A boring majesty.

You see, you cannot provoke the almighty within punity.

A higher authority has restored order.

Order?

The order I fail so lam lamentablity maintained in my own household.

How did the altitude...

I... I'm informed like a soldier, majesty.

Well, that must be expected.

His last recorded words were addressed to the Duchess.

Don't go self.

Stay alive for the children's sake.

And then the manoeuvres, they went well?

Yes, majesty.

Enter.

Enter.

Majesty, I can't part.

His Imperial Highness, the altitude car.

What the adjacent journal wish to?

Majesty, I would be more than happy to take on the Virgin.

You should take on the Virgin.

This time, till the air to our throne is clearly my privilege.

Hello?

Carl?

Can you hear me?

What?

Yes, true.

Quite true.

Hmm?

We must not question the wisdom of God, Carl.

What?

No, it's useless.

Tell him not to come to Israel.

Majesty prefers Imperial Highness not to take the trouble of coming to Israel.

It would upset Zeta.

The journey Imperial Highness might inconvenience her Imperial Highness.

Ask after his health.

May I reassure his Majesty that his Imperial Highness's own health is...

Thank you.

Of course, Imperial Hand, the little one.

And the Archdukato?

Thank you, Imperial Highness.

I shall most request that he meet me in Vienna tomorrow.

Majesty trusts that Imperial Highness will be able to confer with his Majesty in Vienna tomorrow.

Oh, God.

God bless you, my boy.

Gunfire.

Majesty, we regret.

We shall have to change the day's arrangements.

Come on.

I have spared nothing, am I?

At least of one thing I can be sure.

On you, my boy, I can rely.

It may have all been for the best.

Well, that's one more release.

Oh, Majesty, it's too...

Tired, but in full control.

Now, those exhausting train journeys backwards and forwards, he's scarcely slept at all.

Now, then, about the funeral arrangements.

Oh, in hand.

The Imperial Royal remains have been taken by train to the coast,

thence by one of our battleships to Triez.

Now, there's...

It's all very delicate count.

I don't.

What is it?

For the late Archduk, as you know, let it be known.

Let it be known that he wished to be buried side by side with the Archduks at Archduks.

No, isn't it?

Out of the question.

Side by side is out of the question.

Majesty insists...

Yes, it surely.

Majesty will simply not hear it.

But a mere, Countess Chotech should spend her eternal rest side by side with a Habsburg.

It's...

Now, I am therefore making arrangements for Sophie Chotech's coffin to be placed at a lower level

than our husbands in the Imperial vaults.

A pair of white gloves and a fan, nothing else, I'd be placed on the coffin.

The symbols of the lady in writing.

Precisely.

Moreover, the funeral itself is to be kept, um...

well, within the modest limits?

Modest limits?

Count several members of the Zars family have already left for Vienna.

I mean, the funeral royalty.

The Kaiser Wilhelm of Sartre.

Kaiser Wilhelm has already been advised, as in view of the, um, explosive internal situation,

and we cannot guarantee his absolute security.

It surely?

Majesty insists.

No royalty, no imperial relations.

Certainly no one of any consequence from England, and, um...

above all, no formal military parade.

In other words, for the late heir to the Habsburg throne, funeral third cars.

What can one do?

Well, I might have thought, if only, to sue feelings of outrage, a meeting between monarchs could not have come at a more opportune moment.

Oh, Majesty, is adamant.

Good morning.

Oh, Majesty's expecting you, General.

Train was late.

Confunded, Chantra.

Any news from Vienna?

More riots outside the Serbian location.

The police have had a centering force for it.

It's not disgraceful.

But what did you expect, Count?

You can't fool the man of the street he knows.

No.

The assassination of the Archduke was ordered by the Serbian government.

In that it would be cautious.

But the Serbian government...

inadequate precautions by the Bosnian authorities.

I wash.

There is as yet no concrete evidence.

The bombs used by the murderers were made in Serbia.

What more evidence do you need?

Very imaginative to our writers.

Tossed live frogs at the Mounted Police to upset the horses.

Protecting Serb property.

We should be blowing it up.

Only good Serb, I know, was the one with a throat slit from ear to ear.

Majesty's ready.

Gentlemen.

Well, then, I shall take the next train back to Vienna.

Will you excuse me, Count?

Please, be so good as to convey my most distinguished compliments to the Countess.

Thank you.

We shall no doubt meet at the funeral, Count.

It will indeed be difficult to be overlooked.

For the monarchy, Majesty, it cannot simply be a question of turning the other cheek to this ultimate Serbian atrocity.

If I may say so, Majesty, we should not even be solely concerned but punishing our cold-blooded political murder.

What, then, do you suggest, Count?

If I may be blunt, Majesty, the time has come for a practical demonstration of the prestige of a world power.

A world power, moreover, which has been patient and compliant for so long that a certain impression of weakness, even impotence, becomes inescapable.

We dare not yield yet again, Majesty.

The monarchy demands.

The people demand.

What?

Do they demand, Count?

With profound respect, Majesty.

Preventive localized action against the Serbs has become unavoidable.

And how, with profound respect, Count, is Serbia's ally Russia likely to respond to your localized action?

Hasty reaction on the part of the Tsar, Majesty, must surely be cancelled out by Kaiser Wilham's overpowering support of the Austro-Hungarian cause.

The Sarajevo assassination places us in a uniquely happy position to act.

Sometimes, Count, it is wiser to trust still the old mighty, tourist or justice and order.

I would respectfully hazard a guest, Majesty, that the almighty's grand design would not be undermined by swift and unequivocal action on our part.

A care called to arms.

A declaration of a state of emergency.

General mobilization against Serbia.

Is that what you're asking?

You clearly foresee all the consequences of your further count.

Her regret.

We cannot say the same for ourselves.

No.

I wonder it.

I cannot.

Our diplomatic note.

To Berlin.

May I at least give instructions?

Yes.

Very well.

Our friend, the Kaiser, must remain informed.

Oh, the left sleeve, longer.

Three, five centimeters.

No.

Four.

No.

Four, five centimeters.

Good.

Good.

And now for the Reichstchessler.

Here, it will, Majesty.

Yes, Pittman, Hilvick.

Oh, Majesty, is Excellency the Austrian Ambassador, has just arrived to the Dizerny.

Good, good. We'll lunch then.

Have I permission to place before his Majesty the note, which has just arrived to Mar-A-M-Basseter in Vienna?

Oh, yes. Yes. Let's see it.

Can't chess here any must be reminded to express himself more briefly.

Well, if I have your imperial Majesty's permission to summarize.

Yes.

His Excellency frequently hears the wish expressed in governing circles in Vienna

that a final and fundamental reckoning with Serbia

I should think so, Chancellor. What? Now or never?

However, his Excellency's personal view, which he has expressed in conversations in Vienna

Personal view.

Or the view that Serbia might in the first place be presented with a note, listing certain demands.

Who authorized Cheersky to express his personal view to the Austrian court?

If his imperial Majesty will permit.

Can't Cheersky believes that only if the Serbs fail to meet such demands,

this may be submitted, should energetic measures be adopted.

What?

I take every opportunity to advise them against two hasty actions.

None of his damn business!

Whatever action the Austrians take will be decided upon by his apostolic Majesty Franz Josef.

It's absolutely monstrous.

Tell Cheersky to be good enough to stop all this weak-need nonsense.

If anything should go wrong, they'll all say that Germany was afraid to act.

These Serbian savages must be disposed of. Is that clear?

Eliminated at once.

Right.

Well, now I'm ready to see his Excellency, the Austrian Ambassador.

How do you carry that?

At once!

Imperial Majesty.

Reichstance.

Excellent.

Now, I'm Pauling News Excellency. Pauling.

In the name of Germany, allow me to express our most sincere condolences.

The Archduke was my very dear friend.

But somebody will pay for this cowardly act of murder on that you may rely.

Deeply touched Imperial Majesty.

In the name of his imperial and royal Majesty whose personal note I am.

Yes, yes, it was received and read and discussed exhaustively with my Chancellor.

Our absolute support of the Austrian cause remains.

A matter of honour.

Imperial Majesty is to carry us, but we go further.

We would view with extreme concern any further delay in punishing the Serbs.

Imperial Majesty.

My Emperor is no doubt hesitating, rather reviewing the situation with a view to possible Russian reaction.

Russia is in no position to take any military actions.

And my cousin Lazzar will certainly think twice before provoking me.

And he would certainly not wish to align himself with this pathetic rabble of assassins.

After their disastrous little Japanese adventure Excellency, the Russians would hardly venture.

Quite, quite.

And as for the French, totally unprepared to my certain knowledge. No heavy artillery. Correct?

Imperial Majesty.

Which leaves us to consider our English cousins, Bedman Holiveg.

English? Thanks to the wisdom of Majesty's policy can no longer boast of naval supremacy.

You see? In case.

Now that is to say, should the worst at any time come to the worst where England is concerned?

What?

Fortunately Excellency, the English are likely for an unforeseeable period to remain preoccupied.

With the next problem of Ireland.

Imperial Majesty.

Am I to understand that his Imperial Majesty is saying?

I am saying Excellency that by now your arm is going to be in occupation of the Great.

And that would have been the end of the affair. No one would have dared to interfere.

As all Europe knows, I am first and foremost. A man of peace.

But there are limits.

I am not entirely naive as to the consequences of war.

But even you Excellency will agree with you. Not that that does come a time when a great power Austria.

Hungary can no longer merely stand by but must reach for the sword.

But Imperial Majesty.

Sorry. Can vary my deepest personal regard to your Emperor.

We consider our part in this affair to be now at an end.

And now, lunch.

Tomorrow we are leaving for keel. Do you enjoy the sport of your Excellency?

Well, pity. Where the looks promising.

And if the Tsar can see fit to take himself on holiday at a time like this, I feel on a bound to do the same.

Ha ha ha ha.

Oh, courage Excellency, courage. The wind is in our favor. All is well.

Thank you for the beautiful flowers, my dearest dearest friend.

Captain, try and rest a little.

These are difficult times. I am now told that is to say Conrad tells me that Kaiser Wilhelm has given us a blank check.

How many hours did you sleep last night?

A blank check to make war on the Serbs. And if necessary, on Russia and France and England.

The whole world knows that you would never act unwisely or hastily.

If only that is to say if we could at least detach England from her French and Russian allies.

We cannot fight the whole world alone.

Oh, you're not alone.

Now, more than ever, my dear friend, you see, he didn't really want to go to Bosnia to the maneuvers.

He just wanted to preen himself by the side of that woman of his.

She who made him go to Sarajevo. The worm in the apple.

Please, please, dearest.

Well, will be, will be.

It was my duty to prevent that marriage.

My duty before the old mighty.

Now you must not despair.

I see only the darkness.

The darkness ahead.

Conrad Bechtwold. They're all quite determined.

Must it rather come to...

The midwife of history, my most able foreign minister once wrote, is violence.

You haven't answered me.

Must it be?

Oh, my dear friend, I'm so tired.

Uh-oh.

So tired.

I suppose...

It must be.

Oh, yes.

To our ambassador in St. Petersburg, not coded.

Let me see.

The tragedy which has just taken place in Sarajevo,

S.A. R.A. J. Evio,

will not his Majesty's Government trusts lead to further complications.