The End of the Beginning
Part 8: Preparations
Verona, Guardia Vecchia - 13 May 1848, Afternoon
Cavour had invited for lunch and "discussions" those who he considered the sharpest minds currently present in Verona, and who might be most suitable for his purposes: D'Azeglio, Casati, Cattaneo, Ferrari, Scialoia, Ricasoli, Minghetti, Rossi, Mamiani, Mocenigo.
Lunch was over, and they were sitting at a large table in a conference room, Cavour presiding.
"Gentlemen, I will tell you the true reason for my invitation today. The war is over, there is no way the Austrians will be in a position to continue with it. Our borders are secure, all the goals have been achieved, even the most ambitious. We are waiting for the enemy to ask for a ceasefire, followed by peace negotiations, but in the meantime we have to work harder than before, to strengthen and develop the bonds of the Confederation, to draft constitutions, improve education, infrastructure, develop our economy... well, we need to let Italy enter this XIX century properly." The others chuckled, but for now no one dared to stop Cavour's stream of consciousness.
"These are all daunting tasks, which must be anyhow tackled successfully if we want to win the peace, as Prince Ferdinando is used to say, after having won the war. Alone we defeated our enemies, but peace requires allies more than war. We must reach to foreign states to forge bonds with them, to secure the rightful place for our Confederation in the Concert of Europe. Prince Ferdinando has instructed me to organize diplomatic missions to our neighbors and beyond. The Confederation is an unknown player, not surprising since it was born barely one month ago: we need to prove our mettle as a state respectful of laws and willing to foster peaceful and fruitful relations with everyone."
"Even with the Austrians? We are lucky then that some of us are well experienced in fostering peaceful and fruitful with them" Cattaneo's sarcasm was biting: it was an obvious dig at Gabrio Casati and Alvise Mocenigo. Cavour would have intervened, but
Mocenigo was quicker: he slightly bowed his head to Cattaneo, answering his slur in a cultured, calm voice: "There is a time for a call at arms, and there is a time for politics and diplomacy. Some of us are better at the former, others are better to the latter: both can bring results and strengthen the Italian Confederation, and our standing in the world. My old nurse used to say that the color of a cat doesn't matter: what is important is that they keep the mice out of the house." There was a devilish glint in his eyes, and a thin patrician smile on his lips. Casati limited himself to a snort of appreciation: nothing else needed to be added.
Count Cavour resumed his speech, without acknowledging the byplay:
"The relations with the United Kingdom are good, thanks to the personal friendship between Prince Ferdinando and Prince Albert, but also thanks to the British ambassador in Torino, who has been in Isola della Scala and in Verona since the beginning of April. The Ambassador have witnessed how law and order have been immediately restored in all the member states of the Confederation. The public opinion favors us, and the establishment has seen we are reliable. The Sicilian independence has been informally recognized, and it will become formal once Queen Costanza reaches Palermo, while a diplomatic recognition of the Confederation is still missing, but it is just a matter of time: the British are concerned with the war, and intend to act as mediators between us and Austria."
"Good luck with that. Humbled as they are, the Austrians will always be Austrians, overproud and overbearing". Cattaneo again. "The man is irrepressible." Cavour mused "It is a pity that he is too often abrasive and confrontational: his intelligence and dedication to the cause might produce better results if he could keep his temper under check."
" I believe they've had quite a few reality shocks to deal with in the past few weeks, poor kids. Imagine being Minister President in the worst crisis since Napoleon, with an imbecile for an Emperor and nobody really fit to rule available..." Mocenigo said softly.
"Well, we can't solve their internal problems, I am afraid. Gentlemen, let's get back to our tour of Europe, which is way bigger than Austria, and more important for our future." Cavour said. A pause, and then: "The Swiss Confederation is also friendly: they are still angry with Austria following Metternich's meddling in their internal affairs and his support to the Sonderbund. My mother's relations there are giving us a strong support and can open many doors. Similarly, my distant cousin and close friend Emile de la Rue, head of the bank with the same name in Genova, will provide support and introductions, not just in Switzerland but also in the German states.
It may come as a surprise to some of you, but France is a potential problem which we must defuse before it becomes real. Ostensibly, they are friendly, but their friendship is distant: this attitude is consistent with M. La Martine's policy to keep a low profile on the diplomatic front, and his effort to avoid the impression that the second French Republic is a reincarnation of the first one, but the results of the recent general election pose a risk to complicate things. Count Rossi and Prof. Ferrari are both well aware of the political stand-off in Paris: I would propose to send both of them to France, if they agree, in order to get a first-hand understanding of what's happening there, and also to do some discreet spadework to foster friendship between the French and us. They will travel under Sardinian diplomatic passports, and our ambassador in Paris will obviously give all support."
Everyone nodded in approval.
"Finally, the southern German states. The situation there may be less confrontational than in Paris, but it is very confused.
Austria, which had clearly ruthlessly dominated the old German Confederation is handicapped right now, for reasons which I do not feel necessary to explain." A wolfish smile appeared on Cavour's lips, before he continued: "Prussia is equally handicapped, if to a lesser measure since they were able to crush the Polish insurrection in Poznan: Berlin is still controlled by liberal and democrats, and the king left the city for his palace of Sans Souci. Liberals and democrats cooperate quite well in Baden, and the Grand Duchy is a fully constitutional state now. A similar situation prevails in Hesse Darmstadt and even in Bavaria, although the liberalization has not been as complete as in Baden. A Parliament has been convened in Frankfurt, but there is not a faction which clearly dominates it: liberals and democrats have a slim majority, if they can manage to cooperate together, but there is also a substantial number of nationalists and of reactionaries. I would like to know what to expect from there, see if there is a possibility of opening the door for ties of friendships with the moderate elements, be they liberal or democrats. It would also be beneficial to increase commercial relations with these states, and also with the Rhein Provinz, which is the most industrialized portion of Germany. Would anyone volunteer, or suggest any names for this delegation?"
Baron Ricasoli was the first to reply: "Marquis Capponi travelled extensively the western and southern German states in the early 1840s, but I am afraid that his health would not be up to such an arduous trip today. He still has correspondents there, though, and he can provide me with letter of introduction. I am personally interested in meeting with German industrialists, therefore I am offering myself for this mission."
Signor Minghetti spoke next: "I have visited western Germany and Belgium myself, so I suppose I might be part of this delegation too. I am also interested in opening up a relation with German industrialists, and see if we can kickstart industrialization in Italy too."
"There should also be a Venetian in the delegation, and would volunteer myself were it not for my dogeship. I know count Giustinian is interested in the new-fangled chemical industries, and they are most developed in Germany, so I will take upon myself to propose his name." Count Mocenigo wanted one of his entourage in: there was going to be diplomacy and there were going to be trade opportunities, both of them traditional occupations for the Venetians.
"I will also add that the compelling presentation of Count Cavour forgot to mention another prospective partner: the United States of America. They are far away, but also have a diplomatic presence in Europe, and commercial ties here. The American consul in Venice was most friendly, and supportive of our struggle."
"As was the American Consul in Rome. " Count Mamiani said, with a smile "There is a lot of sympathy for sister republics on the far side of the Atlantic."
"Then I will volunteer myself too." Signor Cattaneo barked a brief laugh "I know Switzerland pretty well, and it is only fair that there is a democrat in the delegation, along these noblemen and bourgeois. I also promise to be on my best behavior, and to avoid creating embarrassments."
"Thank you for your volunteering, gentlemen." Count Cavour said "I will add one of my bright assistants too: signor Isacco Artom, from Asti. He has some relatives in Frankfurt, and speaks an excellent German.
Going back to the delegation to Paris, what do you say, Count Rossi and prof. Ferrari?"
"I do accept, Count Cavour." Pellegrino Rossi replied "I had forsworn politics, after the disappointment of the French revolution and the fall of M. Guizot, but now I am tired of rusticating in Rome without purpose. Let's say that Gen. Ferrari helped me to climb out of my depression, and yesterday meeting my son Odoardo completed the healing: I saw things in Rome and here which gave me much food for my thoughts. I will be your eyes and ears in Paris, and will endeavor to make the most of this trip."
"As I will do" Prof. Ferrari concluded. "I am most intrigued by the developments in France, and I want to see if my earlier pessimism was well founded: in such a case, I'll do my best to ameliorate the situation."
"I was sure you would accept this challenge, and that you both will carry out very well your tasks." Cavour said with a wide smile "I will add two more participants to the French mission: prof. Scialoja, who has the expertise to deal with financial circles in Paris, and sig. Nigra, another one of my bright young assistants."
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While Cavour was casting his nets across Europe, Prince Ferdinando was secluded in his study. He was reading for the third or the fourth time the letter he had just received from his father. In a sense it was a déjà vu, and his memory went back to a night of February in Torino when he had been able to convince his father not to abdicate. In another sense, it was a completely different situation: Carlo Alberto in February was a man devoured by his doubts, plagued by his conscience. The Carlo Alberto who wrote the letter he was reading and re-reading was a very different man and king. This letter gave a sense of serenity, of achievement: it had been written by a man at peace with God and with himself, who was aware he had completed all of his obligations, and now wanted only to retire and live his last days in peace, secure in the knowledge that he now could pass the crown to a worthy and proven heir.
Ferdinando was not happy at all with the choice his father had made, but he had to respect his father's decision this time. He folded the letter, and rang a bell. When a footman entered, he said: "Please inform my sister that I would like to have a private dinner with her this evening, and make all necessary arrangements."
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Ferdinando and Maria Cristina were facing each other across a small dining table.
Maria Cristina had not been surprised by the dinner invitation: she had also received a letter from her father, and she, more than her brother, was aware that today represented a rite of passage, marking the end of an era, and the dawn of a new one. But before that, tonight they could afford to be just a brother and a sister, trying to find comfort in each other and to remember fond memories. Very soon they would be different personas: the king of Sardinia and Lombardy and the queen of Sicily.
The dinner passed without many words, and without tears.
At the end, Ferdinando said: "I will go to visit father tomorrow morning. Will you come with me, Maria Cristina?"
"The two of us will be most happy to see Father", she answered, a bright spark in her eyes.
Verona, Teatro Filarmonico - 13 May 1848, Evening
Cavour had dinner with the Lombard delegation, but he scarcely remembered what was said at the table. He had constantly been focused on Paola Litta, and was confident that the lady was not insensitive to his attentions.
Now they were in a box of Teatro Filarmonico, enjoying the performance of a Verdi's opera, Il Nabucco, and again he was barely listening to the music or to the singers. He had always thought women, like everything else in the word, had few mysteries for him, but there was something different in this particular one: she seemed peace and war, order and chaos, cosmos and taxis. It was a very unusual sensation for Camillo Cavour, like being taken by a fever. And a fever it was, burning hot in his veins: a fever of love.