Tiberius Anar
Apr 20th, 2009, 05:58:48 AM
‘Between the Sovereign and those tasked with the execution of the Sovereign’s will sits the Chancellor. The Chancellor is tasked with co-ordinating the activities of the Imperial Government’s ministries and agencies, to which end he meets regularly with the heads of those bodies and receives reports from them; in company with them the Chancellor devises policies and procedures through which the Sovereign’s will might be realised.
For the sake of this end, the Chancellor must maintain cordial and professional relations with those with whom he works. The Chancellor’s opinions are, therefore, given great weight in the Sovereign’s deliberations upon the appointment of ministers and other senior officials for a chancellor and a minister at odds is a discord that creates chaos in government. This consideration for the Chancellor’s opinion must not, however, be mistaken for deference to him on the part of the Sovereign nor for the subordination of the Sovereign’s will. As in all things, the will of the Sovereign must rightly prevail in the appointment of ministers and, thus, when it is the Sovereign’s will that a being should serve whose relations with the Chancellor are strained, it is incumbent upon those who serve, both Chancellor and minister, to change their relations.’
- from Servants of the Throne: Chancellors and Ministers of the Empire by Professor S. J. K. Barten-Huber.
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Tiberius Anar was reading. He read a great deal. Every day all manner of written matter- memoranda, circulars, briefings, speeches, policy documents, laws, decrees, orders, reports- passed under his eyes. Each item was scanned, analysed and stored in his brain.
Tiberius Anar had a prodigious memory. He remembered a great deal. Everyday he drew upon his memory- a hundred, a thousand, a million times a day perhaps- to aid him in his work. He had honed his memory, trained it, perfected it, nurtured it. For that reason he had no need to check his diary for what was coming, he had no need to check the aide memoir prepared for him by helpful secretaries to ensure that he comported himself correctly. He had already read the papers, he had prepared.
The intercomn buzzed. A slender finger touched the key.
”Monitor Tagge to see you, Your Excellency.”
“Send her in.”
The Chancellor remained seated at his desk behind his neat piles of datawork, he carried on reading. He would not stir himself until his guest entered.
For the sake of this end, the Chancellor must maintain cordial and professional relations with those with whom he works. The Chancellor’s opinions are, therefore, given great weight in the Sovereign’s deliberations upon the appointment of ministers and other senior officials for a chancellor and a minister at odds is a discord that creates chaos in government. This consideration for the Chancellor’s opinion must not, however, be mistaken for deference to him on the part of the Sovereign nor for the subordination of the Sovereign’s will. As in all things, the will of the Sovereign must rightly prevail in the appointment of ministers and, thus, when it is the Sovereign’s will that a being should serve whose relations with the Chancellor are strained, it is incumbent upon those who serve, both Chancellor and minister, to change their relations.’
- from Servants of the Throne: Chancellors and Ministers of the Empire by Professor S. J. K. Barten-Huber.
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Tiberius Anar was reading. He read a great deal. Every day all manner of written matter- memoranda, circulars, briefings, speeches, policy documents, laws, decrees, orders, reports- passed under his eyes. Each item was scanned, analysed and stored in his brain.
Tiberius Anar had a prodigious memory. He remembered a great deal. Everyday he drew upon his memory- a hundred, a thousand, a million times a day perhaps- to aid him in his work. He had honed his memory, trained it, perfected it, nurtured it. For that reason he had no need to check his diary for what was coming, he had no need to check the aide memoir prepared for him by helpful secretaries to ensure that he comported himself correctly. He had already read the papers, he had prepared.
The intercomn buzzed. A slender finger touched the key.
”Monitor Tagge to see you, Your Excellency.”
“Send her in.”
The Chancellor remained seated at his desk behind his neat piles of datawork, he carried on reading. He would not stir himself until his guest entered.