Chapter 28
February 1828
Philadelphia
Reclining into his chair (stiff and rigid, much like its owner), President John Quincy Adams of the United States of Columbia inquired, “Are we sure this time?”
Secretary of State Henry Clay grinned, “Though I confess that we’ve been fooled before, yes, King Louis XVI has indeed died. Two separate ships arrived from Acadia bearing the same news.”
“Hmmm,” Adams murmured. “I suppose we should send a delegation to the funeral. Would they arrive in time?”
Clay nodded, “If we were to leave now. May I assume I shall lead the mission?”
“If you insist,” the chronically morose President replied. “As long as you don’t expect me to sail as well. I have too much to do here.”
Though allies, Adams and Clay were not friends. As they agreed on most matters concerning the nation, an alliance had swiftly been formed with Clay assuming he would succeed Adams into the Presidential office in 1830. Indeed, the Massachusetts man’s glacial personality turned downright sullen over the two and a half years of his Presidency. Though hard-working, intelligent, and honest, it was clear that John Quincy Adams only threw his hat into the election ring at the behest of his late father, John Adams, whose personality tended to overwhelm anyone with the misfortune of proximity to the man. His father dying shortly after the younger Adams assumed the nation’s highest office, John Quincy Adams apparently was intent to serving out the five year term to the best of his ability…and then retiring from public service.
That served Clay more than adequately.
“I fear that our foreign relations will suffer for your absence, Clay,” The President added in an unusual display of praise for his colleague and nominal subordinate. “With Burr and Jackson continuing their manic march to California, the Viceroyalty of North and South Carolina complaining of their slaves fleeing to Columbian freedom and the ongoing negotiations with China…well, I suppose it can’t be helped. Louis XVI is still viewed as a national hero for assisting in our independence from Britain. He must be properly honored.”
Adams then caught Clay’s eye, “And if any of the Bourbonists wish to debate our actions in seizing those Royalist possessions held during the late war by Britain…well, don’t get drawn into it.”
Hiding a smirk, the Secretary of State assured the President, “I would not dream of it, sir.”
After discussing a few other matters of common interest – the development of new harbors, the recent Supreme Court decision in favor of the Iroquois on their land claims and the proposed sale of the new Connecticut-class steamships to China – Clay took his leave. The coming voyage from Philadelphia to Acadia would be unpleasant. Fortunately, the Acadian harbors remained ice-free. A few days of seasickness was well worth witnessing Louis XVI put in the ground next to his wife and the formal crowning of the thirty-nine-year-old Louis XVII.
He just thanked God he wouldn’t have to share the voyage with Adams.
Philadelphia
Reclining into his chair (stiff and rigid, much like its owner), President John Quincy Adams of the United States of Columbia inquired, “Are we sure this time?”
Secretary of State Henry Clay grinned, “Though I confess that we’ve been fooled before, yes, King Louis XVI has indeed died. Two separate ships arrived from Acadia bearing the same news.”
“Hmmm,” Adams murmured. “I suppose we should send a delegation to the funeral. Would they arrive in time?”
Clay nodded, “If we were to leave now. May I assume I shall lead the mission?”
“If you insist,” the chronically morose President replied. “As long as you don’t expect me to sail as well. I have too much to do here.”
Though allies, Adams and Clay were not friends. As they agreed on most matters concerning the nation, an alliance had swiftly been formed with Clay assuming he would succeed Adams into the Presidential office in 1830. Indeed, the Massachusetts man’s glacial personality turned downright sullen over the two and a half years of his Presidency. Though hard-working, intelligent, and honest, it was clear that John Quincy Adams only threw his hat into the election ring at the behest of his late father, John Adams, whose personality tended to overwhelm anyone with the misfortune of proximity to the man. His father dying shortly after the younger Adams assumed the nation’s highest office, John Quincy Adams apparently was intent to serving out the five year term to the best of his ability…and then retiring from public service.
That served Clay more than adequately.
“I fear that our foreign relations will suffer for your absence, Clay,” The President added in an unusual display of praise for his colleague and nominal subordinate. “With Burr and Jackson continuing their manic march to California, the Viceroyalty of North and South Carolina complaining of their slaves fleeing to Columbian freedom and the ongoing negotiations with China…well, I suppose it can’t be helped. Louis XVI is still viewed as a national hero for assisting in our independence from Britain. He must be properly honored.”
Adams then caught Clay’s eye, “And if any of the Bourbonists wish to debate our actions in seizing those Royalist possessions held during the late war by Britain…well, don’t get drawn into it.”
Hiding a smirk, the Secretary of State assured the President, “I would not dream of it, sir.”
After discussing a few other matters of common interest – the development of new harbors, the recent Supreme Court decision in favor of the Iroquois on their land claims and the proposed sale of the new Connecticut-class steamships to China – Clay took his leave. The coming voyage from Philadelphia to Acadia would be unpleasant. Fortunately, the Acadian harbors remained ice-free. A few days of seasickness was well worth witnessing Louis XVI put in the ground next to his wife and the formal crowning of the thirty-nine-year-old Louis XVII.
He just thanked God he wouldn’t have to share the voyage with Adams.
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