Act III
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"The Queen is very old; the prognosis from her doctors is not favourable," David said slowly, "We should not trouble Her Majesty for a..ceremony." Bowing his head, he brought one hand to curl near his mouth. They waited. Nick, clearly disconcerted, but George, with growing triumph as David finally lifted his head. "You want me to fake a royal proclamation. " David was scandalized, but it hadn't been a question at all. All Conservatives knew how to survive scandals.
"An Act of Parliament-" Nick began.
"It doesn't matter whether the authority is sanctioned by the monarchy or even if the Act of Parliament already dissolved the House of Lords. Establishing retrospective legitimacy is very possible. Both of the princes are with them. We could very well be remembered as the government in-exile," George pointed out.
"Though not the heir apparent," David said.
"Who is always disposable in wars," George reminded him, "And I don't believe the lords in the House of Lords are not ruthless. I particularly don't believe that Peter Mandelson would mind."
"What do you suppose we do?" David was on his side. He was ever so fastidious about his legacy, not that George wasn't. He would be damned if he was going to go down in history merely as the chancellor who wasn't there while David Cameron and Nick Clegg would be forever linked together as some sort of political Johnson and Boswell. George Osborne had suffered for his place in history.
"You will have to put off the speech you are writing," George said to David, glancing at the crossed out lines of neat writing, "Unfortunately, you will have to be more Edward IV than Churchill for the meanwhile. Security companies around the world, even if staffed by ex-military men of British origin, are not going to be overly concerned with political loyalty."
Nick was biting his lip, frowning through the exchange. He threw a look at George. "David, might I have a word, in private?"
George glared at him, but Nick had decided on a strategic move, for he placed his hand on George's shoulder. George locked his muscles and resisted the impulse to lean into the touch. He succeeded in outward movement, but a line appeared on David's brow.
"George?" With an effort through sheer will, George wrenched himself away and found himself at the opposite side of the room from Nick Clegg. His heart was pounding, he was breathing through his mouth.
"Let us make a decision now," He said, but it was too late.
"It will only take a moment," David said, as he and Nick went to the inner office.
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Strictly speaking, it neither ethical nor, in fact, the gentlemanly thing to do. Had Nick Clegg been the man from eight years or even three years ago, he wouldn't have exposed George Osborne's weakness in such a...grotesque manner. Nonetheless, circumstances must be considered.
"You are not thinking," Nick said, "I felt like I was listening to the ravings of two lunatics in there. How can you believe him?"
"Who should I trust then?" David asked witheringly, "You?"
Nick flinched, but pressed forward, insistent. "This is not about you and me, but about what is happening to the country." But David shook his head, he brought his hand up. Nick tilted his head away, but the movement stopped at his shoulder.
"This has always been about you and me," David said, his words oddly gentle compared to the grip he had on Nick's shoulder, "Look around you. There is no Britain except for us. This coalition government is our partnership, our legacy to history. The future of Britain depends on us and what we do here now."
"Declaring war on the peers of the realm? Look, I know you and George think over half of them are not true lords; nevertheless, the British people needs to know what is happening. If there is indeed a conspiracy-"
"They will know, Nick. We didn't dissolve the house or lords lightly. They abandoned the country. What right, I ask you Nick, what right do they have of setting up government through military pressure or in fact, pressure of any sort?" David was leaning closer and Nick was refusing to back down. This was what happened last time, Nick realised.
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