Not the Baron’s. His was the voice of a man who hated the world and everyone in it, including his master.
“What proposal? I asked. We spoke in English.
“He wants the United States to ratify the Holy Alliance Treaty.”
A moment. “He’s sincere?”
“Yes. The Alliance is a league of peace. The United States would strengthen their ties to its members by joining.”
“But the treaty is a collection of sovereigns’ autographs. It excludes republics.”
“The Swiss cantons were invited and acceded.”
“I thought the Alliance was hostile to the United States.”
“The Alliance is hostile to anarchy.”
“We’re not responsible for the French Revolution. The President and I interpret the Alliance as promoting the divine right of kings to rule over humanity. Our constitution is incompatible with such a view.”
“Will you communicate his proposal to the President?”
“Yes. Though two-thirds of the Senate must vote for our joining.”
“I see,” he said. “Do you believe they will?”
“No.”
“That is unfortunate. The Emperor wishes for your country and for Britain to join.”
“He invited Britain?” I asked. He nodded. “The same problem, King George can’t sign it without Parliament. I don’t grasp why the Alliance invites our countries. Britain has a monarchy but elects her legislature. The Alliance recently crushed republican efforts in Naples and the Piedmont.
Why would we join such an entity?”
“The Emperor is optimistic that Britain will join. It will be to the world’s benefit if London and Washington adhere to the Alliance’s influence. The treaty contains no specific points but sets an ideal for global peace.”
“A peace built on despotism.”
“You’ll communicate his proposal to the President?”
“Yes. Is that all?”
“No. We must discuss the South American war.”
“Why? Last year’s armistice is stable and peace talks are ongoing. Royalist rebels harass the republics like gnats do elephants, but I expect the war to end by 1822.”
“That cannot happen under current conditions. The continent’s revolution insults Europe’s monarchs and threatens her security. The guilty continent must return, through peaceful means or through arms, into the Alliance’s protection.”
Lines so wide that Noah's animals could walk through them with not just their mate but their whole menagerie. “The Alliance wants to conquer South America?”
“The Alliance will restore Spain’s dominion. South America will receive greater autonomy than it did previously and will have open trade with all nations.” A pause. “American independence caused the French Revolution. South American independence cannot bring a similar catastrophe to Europe.”
“So your invitation to join the Alliance is meant to nullify objection to aggression toward this hemisphere?”
“To cooperate for the good of the world. The Emperor is anxious that a general peace be built. Embers burn in Europe that must not flame again.”
“Embers of men and women who yearn for freedom. His route toward peace involves destroying an entire hemisphere. You must know we’ll never agree to this and neither will Britain.
She’s invested enormous resources into supporting the South American rebels.”
“We have ways of persuading her.”
“Why alert us to your intent?”
“To reduce your government’s anxiety so it will not attempt to stop what it cannot.”
“What cannot be stopped is the inevitable doom of Europe’s masters,” I said. “Its people have been taught to inquire why certain men possess enjoyment at their expense. Civil wars shall rage in Europe until the total ruin of feudal constitutions has been achieved.”
“The Emperor bears no hostility toward the United States or their institutions. You know this because you worked with him as a minister. I’m saddened to learn you do not reciprocate his respect. He views South American independence as a coming apocalypse that threatens man’s connection to Christ through divine rulers. Your country will lose much and gain nothing by resisting what is necessary for a lasting peace. I pray your government takes his proposal seriously.”
“I’ll confer what we’ve discussed to the President.”
“Thank you.”
I escorted him from my office and Maury led him out of the building. Then I returned to my desk and analyzed his words. I’d feared the Holy Alliance’s intentions for six years and finally its
intervention was upon us. America had no choice but to resist and we had no hope of defeating Europe’s combined might.
M. B. Zucker
M. B. Zucker has been interested in storytelling for as long as he can remember. He devoted himself to historical fiction at fifteen and earned his B.A. at Occidental College and his J.D. at Case Western Reserve University School of Law. He lives in Virginia with his family. He is the author of three other novels. Among his honors is the Best Fictional Biography Award at the 2023 BookFest.
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