Free The Yeoman: Crying Albion Series - Book 1 by Tyler Danann Page A

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government is none of your concern, you showed that during the civil war.”
    “I care about this whole island,
not just Albion!”
    The Commissioner laughed and
looked to the gloomy, overcast sky.
    “I remember when you were first
admitted to the Inner Way. You were full of noble ideas and ways. I gave you the
recommendation to join, along with two Grand Masters. Both of whom you had
killed.”
    “Yes, I thought I was entering
an enlightened order of people to build a better tomorrow. Instead I was
entering a cabal of Satanic refuse!” the Colonel hissed venomously.
    “You were our greatest
apprentice, and our greatest failure. You abandoned us, formed your own band of
pretenders then waged war upon us. As a heretic your fate by us will be the
worst imaginable.”
    “I abandoned the Inner Way when
I learned of its seditious ways and ill-will against this island’s people.”
    “You don’t understand the forces
we follow, what they require, it’s necessary to bring about chaos for order to
emerge. An order in which we could become planetary overlords!”
    “I slew your Grandmaster with my
own hand. Don’t push me into resuming the war baby-killer.”
    “You won’t defeat us Alex, we’ve
been around for longer than you imagine. The Inner Way has powerful friends,
ones that will smash you and your rogue nation. We’ve done it before, and we’ll
do it again. It won’t be pretty either. When we have our way with upstarts and
turn-coats an example has to be made.”
    “Albion can hold the line,”
countered Seymour. “We’ll just wait you out as your nation becomes weaker and
weaker to the point where it doesn’t exist anymore. You’ll be among your own
funeral pyres when the tidal wave of foreign hordes keep coming and settle. We
Albion folk will watch on from our lands and lament what it’s come to, but
we’ll survive as your Britain collapses.”
    “So will we! We’ll always survive,
always exist! If Britain falls, we’ll have places elsewhere we can start over.
For you and your Albion, that’s all there is. Most other nations regard
nationalist leadership as poison. It’s a dead-end for the new age we are in.
The real power is in supranationalist entities that
wield power by proxy.”
    “Albion will smash through any
dead end, whether you like it or not brother, the Yeomanry is here to stay and
that secretly terrifies you. It challenges your Brotherhood agenda to destroy
nearly all other Europeans. We will arise as a true nobility that leads for the
common folk as the world looks on.”
    “We’ll see.”
    “Yet neither I nor my Yeomen
want warfare or conflict.”
    “Really?” laughed Roberts. “Your
coup killed hundreds in cold blood and a decade later your war killed
thousands!”
    “A necessary act given the
circumstances your traitorous vermin brought to a head. I am not here to argue,
but to mend bridges.”
    “Hah! Let’s hear your mending
then?”
    “Abandon this scheme to flood
the island with desperate foreigners and troublemakers. Do this and we can have
a peaceful resolution with a trade-zone. A place for the middle-ground to find
a way. It worked for Ulster and Ireland, it can work here too!”
    There was a pause between their
talking before the Commissioner filled it.
    “Very well, the Inner Way will
consider your request when I put it before them.”
    “When will I have an answer? A
firm official answer I can take to the UN and NATO?”
    “At the Annual Conference down
in London. I expect you’ll be sending a delegation?”
    “When have we ever not? It’s a
Yeomanry tradition, something you’d do well to recall.”
    “I’d appreciate it if you could
attend,” Roberts looked expectantly at his brother.
    “I’m not a fool Des, Major
Matthews and his Rangers are for public relations. They will attend as they’ve
done so before.”

 
 
    When the meeting
concluded both sides made their way back to their vehicles. At the Yeomanry
side the old Colonel leaned