"Tsar?" Earl of Dalmo nodded with a smile: "You describe it well, Mr. Carter, I want to be a tsar. Because if you want to restore order in a place torn apart by factional greed, bureaucratic obstruction, and a failing administrative system, then yes, it indeed needs a tsar, a great dictator! However, if a tsar can rescue Canada from family politics and let the people feel for the first time that their government exists for them, then this tsar is far more liberal than those self-deceiving pseudo-liberals in White Hall!"
The Earl of Dalmo's words fell, and the study instantly became heavy, as if the air had solidified.
Arthur looked at him quietly, then, as if resigning himself to fate, slowly reached into his coat and pulled out a document.
The paper was thick, the cover made of the embossed paper specially used by Buckingham Palace, with the gilded royal emblem glinting coldly in the candlelight.
