Act III
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"George, you look-" He didn't look well, being rather thinner and paler than Nick remembered, nor did he smile, "Like you enjoy the sun," Nick finished lamely.
"I do enjoy it," Said George tightly, closing his eyes briefly. He looked immaculate, every line of suit in place. He looked, probably , a lot better than Nick himself, but he was looking bored, an expression that forcefully reminded Nick whom he had ransomed. He was older, but the thinness had only made him look boyish, as if time had reversed itself around him.
"And Lord Mandelson," Rupert Murdoch looked like he was a century old, but Mandelson, too, looked like he had been inhabiting the same time-distortion space that George occupied.
"Mr. Deputy Prime Minister," And when Nick refused to take his hand, he merely glided the motion into the removal of a nonexistent lint.
Nick could no longer contain himself. "Kidnapping the chancellor is an act of treason!"
"Oh, I didn't kidnap him. He came to stay with me quite willingly, didn't you? We were talking about the possibilities of how the EU was going to coordinate its economic policies against Britain and I said that I knew people he could talk to. We didn't know that the flood would prove so impossible to control."
It was years ago; the speech was undoubtedly rehearsed. Nick looked expectantly, at George who was looking at Peter, as if puzzled.
"He didn't kidnap me," George said at length, "I think he might have saved me. The mob would have had me hanged."
"The Prime Minister wouldn't have allowed it. I paid a ransom for you," Nick said. He didn't think there could anything more clear-cut than that in the definition of kidnapping.
"And when the water rose above the barriers of London, he would have had to hide me, offered my head on a platter to the opposition. David is a good friend, but- "
"No one can expect the chancellor to control the weather." Nick pointed out, reasonably enough.
"But people don't need reason to dislike someone." Nick looked from George to Peter, who looked smug, like a cat that had just gotten the cream, "And I was that, for Britain, for David, for you. Neither of you could be what I did. I could bear the guilt of everything that went wrong and leave. "
"But you shouldn't," Nick began.
"I did, nonetheless. It is what I've always done!"
They had forgotten Peter, who was, Nick thought, trying to compose his features into a model of sincerity and failing abysmally. But whatever happened, George Osborne would have to take care of it himself. And whatever Nick's role had been in the Coalition government, he wasn't as naive as to suppose that the Conservatives had not looked at him askance since George's sudden disappearance. David Cameron had been his only ally.
"And you will come back with me to Britain, of course. We have missed you," He said deliberately then turned to Peter, "You have both been away. Britain's much changed. London, seemed unlikely to emerge from beneath the water. We have relocated and will have to travel by plane, boat then helicopter. I'm afraid, " Nick said, not feeling very apologetic, "That only I and the chancellor will be able to travel home for now. I'm certain your own resourcefulness would not let you feel abandoned."
For the first time since Nick saw him. George's expression changed. He smiled as if finally, the reality was setting in. Nick could sympathize. But then Mandelson whispered something and Nick, refreshed after a good night's sleep and a breakfast and the sense of accomplishment was certain that George trembled from fear.
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The tomatoes were ripe. Red and heavy, bending the vines with their weight, David declared them ready for harvesting and plucked several for dinner for himself.
He was in a good mood. Everything was well.
Excellent work, David, he thought, and went to the kitchen.
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YOUR SPEED AT WRITING/UPDATING ASTOUNDS ME AND MAKES ME SO HAPPY
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