- Jul 12, 2018
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"In the time I've been King, I have yet to find any other foreigner worthy of an honorary rank. Like the ceremony you were just given, I'm afraid it will not be as glamorous as it may normally be, but you don't come off as the kind of man who needs to have his ego confirmed." If Enoch got no true objection from Willem, he would then eye over to his uncle who asked the Grand Admiral to come over.
"Grand Admiral," Enoch said as he gestured towards King Willem. "Unless you have any objections, I would like to give King Willem the rank of Admiral in the Royal Navy. He would like to participate in our national day of mourning tomorrow and will attend the funeral with us at the cathedral. I'm hoping to get him in uniform by then."
Jakob Johansen could very well have thought otherwise, but his loyalty to the Crown was unquestionable. He answered without hesitation. "I have no issue with it, Your Majesty. I'm sure His Majesty will serve with valor," he said without the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice.
Enoch then continued, "Your Majesty, I hereby appoint you to the rank of admiral in the Royal Navy. We'll have my tailor come up to get started on your uniform."
After visiting for a while longer, Enoch introduced Willem to his tailor, who took his measurements and confirmed that he would have the uniform of a Royal Navy admiral by 5AM in the morning. Enoch did his best to entertain Willem that afternoon and evening. At five, a courier from the Storting requested an audience with the King in his office. Willem invited him to follow. It turned out that law had passed the Storting which made peacetime executions illegal - and a second measure passed, which officially installed Norway into the European Treaty Organization. After carefully reviewing each, Enoch picked out a unique pen and gave his royal assent by signing both of them.
"And just like that, we're international brothers now," Enoch said to Willem as he stood up from his desk and put the pen inside of a small glass case that could easily fit in a suit pocket. "Would you mind passing this on to the President of the ETO for me? I think he might like it, even more so if you're the middle-man.." Enoch looked back down at the documents that he had just signed, "I hope this was the right decision... Most of my friends thought it would be a serious mistake..."
Ingvar joined the two kings to have dinner before Enoch's televised address. Enoch seemed to be a bit nervous, but his personality demanded that he act like it would be no problem even though he felt otherwise. Willem allowed to be one of the few in Enoch's office as he gave the live address. Luckily, the two-man camera crew for Aftenrapport didn't seem to recognize Willem. They were more focused on making sure the live address would be flawless. The time came closer and closer. Enoch was dressed in a black suit and black tie. His hair was flawless, and behind him was the Norwegian flag and the Royal Standard. His hands were folded on the desk before him. He almost looked more like an American President than a Norwegian King.
The man behind the camera gave a countdown starting from ten, and then gestured "five" and below with his left hand. On one, he pointed at King Enoch. A red light on the camera flicked on.
"...Good evening. These past months have been some of the most trying in Norway's history. My reign as King has only just begun, but the suffering I have witnessed in the past month feels like it is enough for a lifetime. Our ancient capital - standing in what is one of the few wealthiest and most fortunate nations in the world - was shrouded into darkness longer than any period of time in its modern history. The lights at the palace I address you from today, and the Storting building, fell dark when the diesel in our generators froze after temperatures fell below minus fifty-five degrees... If only discomfort was the only suffering that we faced... Instead, I regret to inform you, that over one-thousand Norwegian lives have been lost. Some were in their homes, burning whatever they could find to keep warm, others were at shelters ill-equipped to deal with this level of disaster - but the most devastating story is that of a woman and her two children, one four, and the other eight. They were found in the street, among the snow and frigid weather, only a few hundred feet from where I now address you... they were..." Enoch's voice shook as he continued, "they were in route to this palace, for refuge, as winter's wrath tore into our city. The children were huddled close to their mother, who I assume must have been doing her best to comfort them in their final minutes with us...
"They are now with God," Enoch said in a softer voice. "I can't imagine the number of stories similar to this from around Norway... But I've also been told stories of stunning generosity. Men cutting down trees in subzero temperatures to bring fuel to the elderly, soldiers leaving the comfort of their own homes and walking miles in the snow to report for duty, the poor giving when they truly could not afford to give. These stories do not surprise me in the least. What did surprise me was the help we received from our friends abroad. In the beginning, as the storm roared from the Arctic towards us, the British Royal Air Force saved the lives of Norwegian scientist on Jan Mayen without being asked. And now, when only a hollow gesture would fulfill their duty, the Dutch have mobilized their armed forces and sent hundreds of soldiers and millions of krona worth of aid to us. These countries are our friends, our brothers.
"This 'Great Winter' has brought immense suffering to Norway. Despite what others will say, I will tell you this: it was not the wrath of God or an unfortunate coincidence. For centuries we have used the Earth and its resources without considering the consequences of our actions. We have been burned countless quantities of coal and petroleum, and now we have seen a climatic disturbance like no other in modern European history. In truth, though, the struggles we will face from burning these fuels will not be a threat to Mother Earth - the threat is to the survival of mankind. No longer should we ignore what we have done. The government and myself will be working with our national industry and the other nations of the world to address this problem and do what we can to prevent further damage to our planet and ourselves.
"But I can confirm to you that as of now, transportation between Norway's major cities has been restored. In Oslo and Trondheim, the streets have been cleared of snow, and extensive repairs have begun to our electrical and communications networks. The schools will soon be reopened, and our dedicated soldiers and emergency responders will be able to return to their families. Our recovery is now underway, and every hour our situation improves. As of the beginning of this broadcast, our entire country has had power restored to every corner of it.
"But before we step past what has happened, I give anyone the opportunity to attend the funeral of the mother and two children I mentioned before - Misses Sunniva Dybdahl, her eight year old son, Oddvar, and her four year old daughter, Mina... I will be there, at Oslo Cathedral, and I hope that you are as well to mourn for the Dybdahl family and for Norway...
"In closing, I remind you that I am still here, the government is still here, and most importantly our country is still here... May God bless Norway... Good night..."
The broadcast ended, and the bright lights from the camera faded. Enoch sat back in his chair and looked at Ingvar, Willem, and the few others in the room. He was the one to break the silence, "...Did that go well?"
"Grand Admiral," Enoch said as he gestured towards King Willem. "Unless you have any objections, I would like to give King Willem the rank of Admiral in the Royal Navy. He would like to participate in our national day of mourning tomorrow and will attend the funeral with us at the cathedral. I'm hoping to get him in uniform by then."
Jakob Johansen could very well have thought otherwise, but his loyalty to the Crown was unquestionable. He answered without hesitation. "I have no issue with it, Your Majesty. I'm sure His Majesty will serve with valor," he said without the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice.
Enoch then continued, "Your Majesty, I hereby appoint you to the rank of admiral in the Royal Navy. We'll have my tailor come up to get started on your uniform."
After visiting for a while longer, Enoch introduced Willem to his tailor, who took his measurements and confirmed that he would have the uniform of a Royal Navy admiral by 5AM in the morning. Enoch did his best to entertain Willem that afternoon and evening. At five, a courier from the Storting requested an audience with the King in his office. Willem invited him to follow. It turned out that law had passed the Storting which made peacetime executions illegal - and a second measure passed, which officially installed Norway into the European Treaty Organization. After carefully reviewing each, Enoch picked out a unique pen and gave his royal assent by signing both of them.
"And just like that, we're international brothers now," Enoch said to Willem as he stood up from his desk and put the pen inside of a small glass case that could easily fit in a suit pocket. "Would you mind passing this on to the President of the ETO for me? I think he might like it, even more so if you're the middle-man.." Enoch looked back down at the documents that he had just signed, "I hope this was the right decision... Most of my friends thought it would be a serious mistake..."
Ingvar joined the two kings to have dinner before Enoch's televised address. Enoch seemed to be a bit nervous, but his personality demanded that he act like it would be no problem even though he felt otherwise. Willem allowed to be one of the few in Enoch's office as he gave the live address. Luckily, the two-man camera crew for Aftenrapport didn't seem to recognize Willem. They were more focused on making sure the live address would be flawless. The time came closer and closer. Enoch was dressed in a black suit and black tie. His hair was flawless, and behind him was the Norwegian flag and the Royal Standard. His hands were folded on the desk before him. He almost looked more like an American President than a Norwegian King.
The man behind the camera gave a countdown starting from ten, and then gestured "five" and below with his left hand. On one, he pointed at King Enoch. A red light on the camera flicked on.
"...Good evening. These past months have been some of the most trying in Norway's history. My reign as King has only just begun, but the suffering I have witnessed in the past month feels like it is enough for a lifetime. Our ancient capital - standing in what is one of the few wealthiest and most fortunate nations in the world - was shrouded into darkness longer than any period of time in its modern history. The lights at the palace I address you from today, and the Storting building, fell dark when the diesel in our generators froze after temperatures fell below minus fifty-five degrees... If only discomfort was the only suffering that we faced... Instead, I regret to inform you, that over one-thousand Norwegian lives have been lost. Some were in their homes, burning whatever they could find to keep warm, others were at shelters ill-equipped to deal with this level of disaster - but the most devastating story is that of a woman and her two children, one four, and the other eight. They were found in the street, among the snow and frigid weather, only a few hundred feet from where I now address you... they were..." Enoch's voice shook as he continued, "they were in route to this palace, for refuge, as winter's wrath tore into our city. The children were huddled close to their mother, who I assume must have been doing her best to comfort them in their final minutes with us...
"They are now with God," Enoch said in a softer voice. "I can't imagine the number of stories similar to this from around Norway... But I've also been told stories of stunning generosity. Men cutting down trees in subzero temperatures to bring fuel to the elderly, soldiers leaving the comfort of their own homes and walking miles in the snow to report for duty, the poor giving when they truly could not afford to give. These stories do not surprise me in the least. What did surprise me was the help we received from our friends abroad. In the beginning, as the storm roared from the Arctic towards us, the British Royal Air Force saved the lives of Norwegian scientist on Jan Mayen without being asked. And now, when only a hollow gesture would fulfill their duty, the Dutch have mobilized their armed forces and sent hundreds of soldiers and millions of krona worth of aid to us. These countries are our friends, our brothers.
"This 'Great Winter' has brought immense suffering to Norway. Despite what others will say, I will tell you this: it was not the wrath of God or an unfortunate coincidence. For centuries we have used the Earth and its resources without considering the consequences of our actions. We have been burned countless quantities of coal and petroleum, and now we have seen a climatic disturbance like no other in modern European history. In truth, though, the struggles we will face from burning these fuels will not be a threat to Mother Earth - the threat is to the survival of mankind. No longer should we ignore what we have done. The government and myself will be working with our national industry and the other nations of the world to address this problem and do what we can to prevent further damage to our planet and ourselves.
"But I can confirm to you that as of now, transportation between Norway's major cities has been restored. In Oslo and Trondheim, the streets have been cleared of snow, and extensive repairs have begun to our electrical and communications networks. The schools will soon be reopened, and our dedicated soldiers and emergency responders will be able to return to their families. Our recovery is now underway, and every hour our situation improves. As of the beginning of this broadcast, our entire country has had power restored to every corner of it.
"But before we step past what has happened, I give anyone the opportunity to attend the funeral of the mother and two children I mentioned before - Misses Sunniva Dybdahl, her eight year old son, Oddvar, and her four year old daughter, Mina... I will be there, at Oslo Cathedral, and I hope that you are as well to mourn for the Dybdahl family and for Norway...
"In closing, I remind you that I am still here, the government is still here, and most importantly our country is still here... May God bless Norway... Good night..."
The broadcast ended, and the bright lights from the camera faded. Enoch sat back in his chair and looked at Ingvar, Willem, and the few others in the room. He was the one to break the silence, "...Did that go well?"