Mystrians—things that not even my son understands. Norisle cast the first of us out because we were undesirable. Some of us were criminals. Some of us thought the Church was too strict. The Virtuans thought it too lax. And some of us were simply thought lazy or stupid and shipped away to die in the colonies.
“Many did, but this land vitalized those who survived. It gave us strength. It gave us opportunity. So now we’re like some big puppy, full of energy, and we want to please our master. We do what we can, but getting swatted, it sits poorly.”
Owen nodded. “I understand, sir, far better than you can imagine.”
Caleb refilled his wine glass. “But it is more than that, Father. The very philosophers and great thinkers you teach about at college, they are saying that the rights of Men are not bestowed upon us by kings and queens. They are our birthright as Men. They say we cede power to the nobility in return for guidance and assistance. When we get neither, they have broken the contract through which they get power.”
Dr. Frost slowly rotated his wine glass. “You make it sound so simple, Caleb.”
“It is simple, Father.” He tapped a finger against the table. “It is a simple matter of theft. Power is being stolen from us.”
“No, Caleb, it is not that simple. We are born of Norillian traditions. Our laws, the customs by which these colonies are governed, are based in Norillian Common Law. The colonies themselves function with Royal Charters. Our Governors are appointed by the Queen. Her nephew is our Governor-General. Norisle has given us a very great deal. We cannot unilaterally declare any previous debts null and void because we are displeased with the current situation. We would cut ourselves off from our beginnings. If we do that, we forget who we are.”
“Perhaps it is time, Father, for us to cease trying to remember, and for us to just decide who we are.”
Dr. Frost laughed. “Bravo, Caleb. To parrot so effectively the pamphlets that circulate in camera is an art. Captain, what do you think of the rights of Men and nobility?”
Owen looked up from swiping a piece of bread through the empty bowl. “To be honest, sir, the army does not encourage philosophical discussions, nor does it leave much time for them. In the army we revere tradition, so I agree with you there. But, I suppose, were I the puppy, there would come a point where taking a bite out of my master’s hand might seem appealing.”
“Ha!” Caleb smiled and refilled Owen’s glass. “You see, Father!”
“Well now, Master Frost, I’m not saying I agree with you. Men aren’t puppies. A puppy isn’t aware that a beating will follow that biting. A man should know better, and know if he wants to invite that beating.”
Caleb’s eyes sharpened. “But, Captain, is a man a man when he accepts that someone else says he’s inferior and never tests that assumption? As my father said, Mystrians were cast upon this shore because we were expendable. Everyone in Norisle would have been happy if we had died. Fact is, we didn’t. My grandfather came over as an indentured servant to a miller. Worked his way out of his obligation, then turned to trading. In thirty years he made enough to build this house, endow part of the College, and send ships to every corner of the globe. Yet there’s not fishmonger in Highgate or a lowly clerk in the City that doesn’t believe himself better than the best of us.”
Owen ran a hand over his jaw. He’d seen the same treatment at school and within the army, but there, to react was to be punished quickly and severely. Did curbing his desire to defend himself make him less of a man? Did it stop his shots from hitting targets?
Dr. Frost raised his wine glass. “I submit, gentlemen, that this discussion, which is really the eternal struggle of children to gain the recognition of parents, will not be resolved this evening. Let us, therefore, table it and discuss more pleasant things.
“After
“Many did, but this land vitalized those who survived. It gave us strength. It gave us opportunity. So now we’re like some big puppy, full of energy, and we want to please our master. We do what we can, but getting swatted, it sits poorly.”
Owen nodded. “I understand, sir, far better than you can imagine.”
Caleb refilled his wine glass. “But it is more than that, Father. The very philosophers and great thinkers you teach about at college, they are saying that the rights of Men are not bestowed upon us by kings and queens. They are our birthright as Men. They say we cede power to the nobility in return for guidance and assistance. When we get neither, they have broken the contract through which they get power.”
Dr. Frost slowly rotated his wine glass. “You make it sound so simple, Caleb.”
“It is simple, Father.” He tapped a finger against the table. “It is a simple matter of theft. Power is being stolen from us.”
“No, Caleb, it is not that simple. We are born of Norillian traditions. Our laws, the customs by which these colonies are governed, are based in Norillian Common Law. The colonies themselves function with Royal Charters. Our Governors are appointed by the Queen. Her nephew is our Governor-General. Norisle has given us a very great deal. We cannot unilaterally declare any previous debts null and void because we are displeased with the current situation. We would cut ourselves off from our beginnings. If we do that, we forget who we are.”
“Perhaps it is time, Father, for us to cease trying to remember, and for us to just decide who we are.”
Dr. Frost laughed. “Bravo, Caleb. To parrot so effectively the pamphlets that circulate in camera is an art. Captain, what do you think of the rights of Men and nobility?”
Owen looked up from swiping a piece of bread through the empty bowl. “To be honest, sir, the army does not encourage philosophical discussions, nor does it leave much time for them. In the army we revere tradition, so I agree with you there. But, I suppose, were I the puppy, there would come a point where taking a bite out of my master’s hand might seem appealing.”
“Ha!” Caleb smiled and refilled Owen’s glass. “You see, Father!”
“Well now, Master Frost, I’m not saying I agree with you. Men aren’t puppies. A puppy isn’t aware that a beating will follow that biting. A man should know better, and know if he wants to invite that beating.”
Caleb’s eyes sharpened. “But, Captain, is a man a man when he accepts that someone else says he’s inferior and never tests that assumption? As my father said, Mystrians were cast upon this shore because we were expendable. Everyone in Norisle would have been happy if we had died. Fact is, we didn’t. My grandfather came over as an indentured servant to a miller. Worked his way out of his obligation, then turned to trading. In thirty years he made enough to build this house, endow part of the College, and send ships to every corner of the globe. Yet there’s not fishmonger in Highgate or a lowly clerk in the City that doesn’t believe himself better than the best of us.”
Owen ran a hand over his jaw. He’d seen the same treatment at school and within the army, but there, to react was to be punished quickly and severely. Did curbing his desire to defend himself make him less of a man? Did it stop his shots from hitting targets?
Dr. Frost raised his wine glass. “I submit, gentlemen, that this discussion, which is really the eternal struggle of children to gain the recognition of parents, will not be resolved this evening. Let us, therefore, table it and discuss more pleasant things.
“After
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