Book
IV: The War of Independence
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Chapter 12: Constitutional Issues
Roquana Smuff
(Unknown)
“Monsignor Procurator,” interrupted the Grand
Inquisitor,
“before we undertake an action that may be felt in certain
quarters to be too precipitate, I feel that I ought to draw to your
attention the fact that the Commonwealth Inquisitor has been made aware
of the accusations against Dr Tadler, and is most insistent –
most
insistent – that
disciplinary action against any Inquisitor,
on any charge whatsoever, can be instigated only by the Commonwealth
Inquisition, that an Inquisitor can only be tried by his peers, and
that it is then for them to decide whether or not he should be handed
over to the civil authorities of his home planet.
Monsignor
Wullsin,
Grand Inquisitor of Sunday
(James Bolam, actor)
“That being so, I submit that
it is not, and
cannot be, within the remit of even the Holy Synod to try, and
certainly not to condemn, any member of the Holy Inquisition.”
“Nnnngh!”
honked Gulls. “You
are too late.
We have
already tried and
condemned
Sulamun Tadler
on
a charge of
High Treason, for
which the Privy Council itself
would
demand the death
penalty.”
“I fear,” said the
Grand Inquisitor,
“that the Procurator in his all too apparent zeal for the
good of
Sunday may have inadvertently exceeded the authority vested in the Holy
Synod, and I think we should be very careful not to, so to speak, tread
on the toes of those Commonwealth bodies to which we owe our
allegiance, and indeed our very existence.”
“Nnnnngh!”
honked Gulls, but before he
could say anything more, he was interrupted by the Archbishop of New
Jackrusselham.
“His Holiness, the Dolloy Pope
of Conterbrew,
has also been informed of the possibility of legal proceedings against
Dr Tadler,” he said, “and he has asked me to make
it clear
that he regards the Inquisition as an arm of Holy Mother Church, and,
as such, not subject to the civil authorities unless the Church shall
decide otherwise in particular cases. The Holy Father is
therefore very clear that Dr Tadler must be handed over for
investigation and trial by the Office of the Commonwealth Inquisitor,
who will be expected to consult with the Holy See of Conterbrew before
there can be any question of handing him over to the civil authorities
of Sunday.”
There was a sort of buzzing hum among
the members of
the Holy Synod. They had been totally convinced by Gulls, but
the
intervention of the Grand Inquisitor followed by that of the Archbishop
showed that the Inquisition and the Church were now involved at the
highest level, and, if that were so, other Commonwealth institutions
might also take an interest. For the Bishops of Beddleham and
Jarwick Hoe the position was clear: if they were not to lose all hope
of further preference they had to side with Conterbrew. A
Senator
who had recently received the Order of Merit fingered his medal
thoughtfully, obviously wondering if honours could be withdrawn, and
another, who hoped his turn would come soon, looked covetously at the
medal, then nodded in agreement with the religious authorities.
The Lord Chief Justice cleared his
throat and gave
his opinion, which was that the Constitution of Sunday derived its
authority from that of the Commonwealth, and that the Constitution of
the Commonwealth was quite clear that a priest of the Church could only
be tried in the first instance by a Consistory Court under the
presidency of the Pope, a Cardinal or an Archbishop, and that only they
could determine whether the civil authorities should be allowed to take
the matter further. The same, he said, was true of an
Inquisitor. It was therefore for the Commonwealth Inquisitor
to
determine whether Dr Tadler should be tried locally on Sunday by a
court presided over by the Grand Inquisitor of Sunday, or whether he
should be summoned to the Inquisitorial Court in New Lundun on Yowkoy
One.
The President of the Bar and the Chief
Writer to the
Signet both signified agreement with this judgment. The
Procurator protested that the intervention of the Grand Inquisitor and
the Archbishop constituted a grave
and serious insult
to the
status of
the Holy Synod, but, greatly to his discomfiture, the members decided,
severally and collectively, that it was not in their interest to offend
the Commonwealth, and agreed that I should be handed over for safe
keeping to the Holy Inquisition pending a decision as to my ultimate
fate, which would be made by the Commonwealth Inquisitor.
Back in the Palace of the Inquisition I
was told
that my own office was out of bounds to me and that I was under house
arrest within the palace and under strict orders to contact no-one
other than the Grand Inquisitor and the officer delegated to watch
me. His Eminence, showing unusual good sense, had given this
task
to Ulixonder Drow.
Dr Ulixonder Drow, Inquisitor
(DeForest Kelley, actor)
“While the Big Cheese was
arguing with that
long-nosed shit Gulls,” said Ulixonder, “I beetled
off to
my office and sent a message to the Commonwealth Inquisitor.
I
kept it brief, just: Inquisitor
Tadler has been arrested and is to be
tried by the Holy Synod on a charge of misusing inquisitorial
powers. There
wouldn’t have been any keywords in it
that
the Communications Computer would have picked up, so it went
through. I then told the Big Cheese what I had done, and,
before
he could blow me up, the CI came on the line, congratulating him for
getting the information through so quickly and encouraging him to
resist any attempt to undermine the privileges of the Inquisition.
“The CI said he would inform
the Pope and
suggested we tell our own Archbishop, which the Big Cheese promptly
did.”
“Well,” I said,
“We all know that
the Archbishop has been preparing his case for having his see upgraded
to a Metropolitan Patriarchate, which would mean a Cardinal’s
hat
for him …”
“… which would make
him possibly
papabile
at the next conclave
…” continued Ulixonder.
“… so
he’s not going to do
anything to offend the present Pope or the College of Cardinals
…” I concluded.
Just then the Grand Inquisitor joined us
with the
news that a Papal Nuncio and a delegation from the Commonwealth
Inquisition were on their way to Sunday. After he toddled off
again, we talked about what had happened when Roquana and Tommuz were
rescued from the crypt. They were carried shoulder-high to
the
steps of the Pantheon, where the man who had freed Roquana from the
Government Guard tried to whip up the mob to drive the Guild of Eunuchs
out of the crypt. Another tried to drum up support for an
attack
on the Government Guards, while a third, the most successful, proposed
a protest march. This was taken up with enthusiasm by most of
the
crowd, who ran around looking for material to make banners and drums,
then formed themselves into a disorderly line. There being no
other suitable road to take, they marched out towards the city gate,
and, when they got there, had no idea what to do next. A few
set
out to march back to the Pantheon, but most had tired of their protest,
so they gave up and went home.
Meanwhile a small group had gone back to
the bronze
doors of the crypt, but, finding them firmly locked, contented
themselves with hammering on them and shouting insults. After
a
while it was apparent that nothing further could be achieved, so, in
ones and twos the demonstrators sloped off, until, finally, there were
so few there that they realised their assault on the doors was
pointless and all went home.
A slightly larger crowd surged into the
empty side
of the square between the Pantheon and the Government Quarter, shouting
angrily and brandishing any sticks they had been able to
find.
The Guards were alarmed and retreated behind the railings.
The
crowd shouted various mutually contradictory slogans, generally hostile
to the Government, or at least to the Guards, until one of the officers
ordered his men to fire their guns into the air. At this the
crowd fled
In the meantime Roquana and Tommuz had
disappeared. I hoped they had found their way back to their
Tohu
friends and been smuggled out of the city. If I had been
allowed
into my office, or at a pinch, any office, I could have rejoined
Roquana, but I was confined to the ground floor of the Palace, and any
information I received would have to come through Ulixonder or through
the newspapers and television broadcasts.
These now began to suggest that the
Commonwealth
Ministry of Planetary Ecology had determined to set aside large areas
of Sunday as reserves for the Tohu. Journalists fulminated
against the high-handed stupidity of outsiders who did not, and could
not, understand the conditions in our world and who simply discounted
the many accounts of attacks on peaceful settlers by the vicious,
carnivorous apes, whose one desire was to kill and eat human beings.
There were interviews in the press and
on television
with tearful settlers whose friends and relatives had been seized by
the Tohu. Particularly affecting was the account published in
the
popular press of a heartbroken mum whose children had been carried off
into the woods, where she could hear their agonised screams as the Tohu
tore them to pieces to feast on their flesh. The only good
Toho
is a dead Toho the article concluded, and this became a slogan to be
repeated again and again.
More details were given about the plans
of the
Commonwealth Ministry of Planetary Ecology. It had become
clear
that the civil servants running the Ministry had been threatened with
cuts, and, in an effort to stave off redundancies, had picked on Sunday
as the ideal world in which to undertake a new project – one
which would actually necessitate an increase in the number of officials.
Despite all the reports from Sunday the
Ministry had
placed before the Privy Council an account in which the Tohu were
presented as intelligent aliens with their own civilisation, which, far
from being savage and uncontrolled, was in many ways admirable with
much about it from which the Commonwealth could learn.
Further fulminations from leading
journalists
followed as the news grew darker and darker: most of the planet was to
be given over to the Tohu, with the colonists strictly limited to the
territories they had already settled and a total ban on further human
immigration. Not only that: the whole project was to be
financed
by new taxes on the colonists, taxes so extortionate that they would
force the colonists back to a subsistence level. The
long-term
aim appeared to be to end the Sunday colony and turn the entire planet
over to the Tohu, under the administration of the Ministry, thus
securing the Ministry’s own long-term future and guaranteed
constant expansion.
It came as no surprise then, when all
the
communications media announced that Sunday was to secede from the
Commonwealth, and that, in order to cope with the resultant state of
emergency, the Senate and the Holy Synod had asked Lord Savark to act
as Supreme Director, with full powers to take any measures that he
considered necessary.
Lord Savark
(Robert Maxwell,
tycoon & swindler)
Perhaps more surprising was the
announcement that,
following earnest entreaties by the Senate and the Holy Synod, Lord
Savark had reluctantly agreed to the establishment of a monarchy to
underline the definitive withdrawal of Sunday from the Commonwealth,
and that he was to be crowned King Muckswill I in the
Pantheon.
The heir apparent, his eldest son, would, on the same occasion, be
inducted as Prince Muckswill of New Jackrusselham.
The Big Cheese told us that he and the
Archbishop
had been expelled from the Holy Synod, which had now been reconstituted
as King Muckswill’s Privy Council, membership of which was
henceforth to be by invitation of His Majesty. The Papal
Nuncio
and the delegation from the Commonwealth Inquisitor’s Office
would be taken as hostages. I myself could expect to be
re-arrested on the orders of the Privy Council and executed.
Scarcely had he finished telling us this
than Gulls
arrived with a squad of Government Guards.
Monsignor Gulls
(Unknown)
“I have a warrant for
the arrest of
Sulamun
Tadler,” he honked, and I was immediately handcuffed.
“You won’t be around
to see what is
about to
happen, because we
intend to
execute you
tomorrow
morning,” sneered Gulls, “so
I shall tell you what our
plans are.
The Papal
Nuncio will be
taken hostage
and there will
be no
communication with
Yowkoy One. By
the time the Commonwealth
realise what is going on
we
shall have a battle-fleet able to stand up
to anything they send, if
they care to send one at
all,
for
we shall be
in
contact with nearby planets
to
form a United Federation outside
the
Commonwealth. In
the
meantime we shall set about
exterminating
all the Tohu,
and,
I’m not at all sorry to
say, your young
friends will inevitably be
caught up in
the massacre,
and that
will
eliminate another of
our
problems.
“Take him away!”
It was not a happy night that I spent in
the cells
under the Government Guardhouse, nor was I exactly on top of the world
when, the following morning, a squad of silent Government Guards opened
the door and indicated by nods and gestures that I was to follow them
along the harshly lit, white-tiled corridors to the underground garage,
where a Black Moria Wagon waited.
We set off, and, although I could not
see out, I
realised that we had come to the gates dividing the Government Quarter
from the rest of the city. Mine was obviously to be a public
execution to cow the populace by showing them the fate that awaited
anyone foolish enough to defy the new regime.