Yeomanry. Here take a look, only you must
promise not to tell of it to anyone.”
Natalya understood
English to a high standard and agreed to keep it too herself. Her blue eyes
widened and she made several gasps and looks in surprise at him as she read the
dossier.
“Why do they lie to us
here? In my country there is not this level of deception?”
“Natalya, all
governments lie sometimes, for the better and the worse. Perhaps our one here
is doing it much more though. They don’t want us to know the evil they plan. We’d
either rise up in order to change Britain to the Albion model or rush to emigrate
there.”
“Can you not tell the
people Brian?”
“Not like this, it
would be traced back to me in a heartbeat. No, when the time is right we must
try and give this to the Yeomanry, they’d know who the trader is, or at least
have a good idea from all this data.”
“If we do that we’d be
outlaws? I’ve still another two years at the university,” Natalya said with a
worried voice.
“Albion has
universities too, they’ve just re-opened one in York. We can’t move yet anyway,
I can do more good from within the walls of the Ministry than outside it. It
sound’s crazy but I’ve a feeling we have to bide our time.”
“What do you mean?”
she asked in a sultry manner.
“I’m in the middle of
a big case, there’s a Yeomanry spy-ring in London. Maybe I can help the
Yeomanry from the inside, don’t ask me how, I’ll have to figure out a way.”
“I never took you to
be a double agent Mr Athered ,”
his coy blonde woman said with a deeper tone. Her bright eyes enticed him.
“I never thought you’d
be one to be my sidekick either Miss Anyanova ,” he
said softly, drawing her lovely face towards his.
Chapter
4
Apostates
The college of
Warminster was much changed since the founding days of old. Apart from the
ancient castle of Warwick newer, more efficient yet ugly buildings took the
place of many older, more traditional ones. The influx of multicultural
students was also a gradual process and the college was no exception.
Valerie Beaumont sighed as another lecture
began. Unlike the ones she had signed up for two years ago the new ones were not
what she’d had in mind. Her classes included compulsory subjects in ‘Universal
Tolerance’ and ‘End of European Traditions’. The tall sandy-haired girl sat in
the lecture hall crowded with other students. The smells and noises of foreign
foods and language rustled and floated about as the lecturer rambled on and on.
For her the novelty-factor of it was fading fast, as if to reinforce her
feelings the next sub-title on the projector ‘The evils of European colonialism’
flashed up on the screen.
Valerie texted an emoticon of rolling her
eyes to her friend. Her classmate, Nicola Woodvine ,
smiled and responded with a a message about how ‘terrible’
it was such benefits were shared with others.
Another page came on the projector screen,
it was from a leftish-acclaimed book demonizing the royalties of old. The Romanov
Tsar’s where portrayed as an out-of-touch group of white supremacists who
looked down on the poorer classes within their realm.
Valerie raised her hand and the lecturer
paused to take a question.
“Tutor, I agree the early Tsar’s of Russia
did some questionable things, but didn’t Tsar Nicholas the second and his
forebears enact beneficial changes to the Russian people?”
“Absolutely not! The people overthrew his
kind after they’d had enough of the Tsar’s absolute monarchy! They wished for
liberation and the glory of communism.”
“Tutor, did not the Romanov dynasty abdicate
to pass on power?”
“Of course not! It had to be taken by the
proletariat!”
“I’ve heard it said that the people who
overthrew him were a revolutionary minority who misled the people to advance
their own interests?” the girl stated.
“Absolute nonsense! Communism is a force for
good as you will soon
promise not to tell of it to anyone.”
Natalya understood
English to a high standard and agreed to keep it too herself. Her blue eyes
widened and she made several gasps and looks in surprise at him as she read the
dossier.
“Why do they lie to us
here? In my country there is not this level of deception?”
“Natalya, all
governments lie sometimes, for the better and the worse. Perhaps our one here
is doing it much more though. They don’t want us to know the evil they plan. We’d
either rise up in order to change Britain to the Albion model or rush to emigrate
there.”
“Can you not tell the
people Brian?”
“Not like this, it
would be traced back to me in a heartbeat. No, when the time is right we must
try and give this to the Yeomanry, they’d know who the trader is, or at least
have a good idea from all this data.”
“If we do that we’d be
outlaws? I’ve still another two years at the university,” Natalya said with a
worried voice.
“Albion has
universities too, they’ve just re-opened one in York. We can’t move yet anyway,
I can do more good from within the walls of the Ministry than outside it. It
sound’s crazy but I’ve a feeling we have to bide our time.”
“What do you mean?”
she asked in a sultry manner.
“I’m in the middle of
a big case, there’s a Yeomanry spy-ring in London. Maybe I can help the
Yeomanry from the inside, don’t ask me how, I’ll have to figure out a way.”
“I never took you to
be a double agent Mr Athered ,”
his coy blonde woman said with a deeper tone. Her bright eyes enticed him.
“I never thought you’d
be one to be my sidekick either Miss Anyanova ,” he
said softly, drawing her lovely face towards his.
Chapter
4
Apostates
The college of
Warminster was much changed since the founding days of old. Apart from the
ancient castle of Warwick newer, more efficient yet ugly buildings took the
place of many older, more traditional ones. The influx of multicultural
students was also a gradual process and the college was no exception.
Valerie Beaumont sighed as another lecture
began. Unlike the ones she had signed up for two years ago the new ones were not
what she’d had in mind. Her classes included compulsory subjects in ‘Universal
Tolerance’ and ‘End of European Traditions’. The tall sandy-haired girl sat in
the lecture hall crowded with other students. The smells and noises of foreign
foods and language rustled and floated about as the lecturer rambled on and on.
For her the novelty-factor of it was fading fast, as if to reinforce her
feelings the next sub-title on the projector ‘The evils of European colonialism’
flashed up on the screen.
Valerie texted an emoticon of rolling her
eyes to her friend. Her classmate, Nicola Woodvine ,
smiled and responded with a a message about how ‘terrible’
it was such benefits were shared with others.
Another page came on the projector screen,
it was from a leftish-acclaimed book demonizing the royalties of old. The Romanov
Tsar’s where portrayed as an out-of-touch group of white supremacists who
looked down on the poorer classes within their realm.
Valerie raised her hand and the lecturer
paused to take a question.
“Tutor, I agree the early Tsar’s of Russia
did some questionable things, but didn’t Tsar Nicholas the second and his
forebears enact beneficial changes to the Russian people?”
“Absolutely not! The people overthrew his
kind after they’d had enough of the Tsar’s absolute monarchy! They wished for
liberation and the glory of communism.”
“Tutor, did not the Romanov dynasty abdicate
to pass on power?”
“Of course not! It had to be taken by the
proletariat!”
“I’ve heard it said that the people who
overthrew him were a revolutionary minority who misled the people to advance
their own interests?” the girl stated.
“Absolute nonsense! Communism is a force for
good as you will soon
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