Hrltajék Utrmosrtaé (Council of Whispers)

[Kubrick]

The military officer was seen clenching his fist as soon as Louiz Aristocrat spoke. With a deep hint of anger he slammed the table with his fist before his colleague could even thank the Tzafrirs and angrily spoke out.

Lt. Col. Hzíakai Juhnsrmko Nasir

Moral? Institutional? And you dare speak of massacres? My father died in a camp set up by reds because he refused to renounce his loyalty to the King. Many have died. Many will die. That is war, Aristocrat. Maybe you have forgotten that from your comfortable villa in Kalopia. It is your brothers and sisters that died to keep those lands free from foreign fingers, that defended it when the Khaganate stood whole. When Jelbics, of all races, so the Yeudi too, stood united as one against the world. When we together were the most powerful nation on this planet.

But that means nothing to you, you and your family have grown fat, lazy and complacent in your diaspora. Never forget where you came from, where your ancestors came from. And never give up hope for the lost, even the Kadiyots--

His speech was abruptly ended as Nrést Avjokál patted him rather roughly on the shoulder.

Nrést Avjokál, junior director of the RSB

Thank you, Colonel, I think you have made your point quite clearly. Thank you as well to mister Goldbloom and mister Tzafrir, it is always good to see ancient allies stand on the right side of history. As for you, mister Aristocrat, I understand your misgivings and your personal yearning for a stable course through legal and institutional channels but surely you too realise that this foreign occupation will not end? Unless the people resist, the Yeudi Homeland is lost.