9. — OUR WAR WITH MONACO
Published in the New York, 07 March 1880
I
WHEN I last visited Monaco I found that enlightened communityin a state of exasperation against everything that is American. Ieven detected covert hostility in the manner of M. Berg of theBeau Rivage Hotel, who had formerly received me with so muchpoliteness. After breakfast, during which meal the waiter glaredat me with undisguised hatred, I went to pay my respects to ourdiplomatic representative, an acquaintance of old in Ohio. Theconsul's face was haggard, as if from protracted anxiety. He wasputting the final touches to an elaborate toilet.
"What is the trouble, Green?" I demanded.
The consul sighed repeatedly while he was framing his reply.The excellent fellow had a habit of adorning his ordinaryconversation with the phraseology of an official dispatch. Thisprocess required more or less time, but the effect wasimpressive.
"I must inform you," he said, "that the relations between theUnited States and the Independent Principality of Monaco, cordialas they have been in the past, are approaching a crisis full ofperil. Recent events justify the apprehensions which I have fromtime to time expressed in my communications to the Department ofState at Washington. It would be folly to conceal the fact thatthe present attitude of the court of Prince Charles III isanything but friendly to our own government; or that thesituation is one which calls for the utmost watchfulness and themost delicate diplomacy. I have the honor to add that I shall beboth prudent and firm."
"Yes," said I; "but what is the row about?"
"The complication," he replied, emphasizing that word, "arisespartly from the dark intrigues of the crafty statesmen whosurround the prince, and partly from the behavior of Americanshere and at Nice, particularly Titus."
"And who the deuce is Titus?"
"George Washington Titus," he replied, with a look full ofgloom, "is a man whose existence and acts embitter my officialcareer; yet I am constantly yielding to the remarkable influencewhich he exerts over me, as over most people with whom he comesin contact. George Washington Titus is a perpetual source ofdanger to the peace that has been maintained so long between theUnited States and Monaco; yet when he is with me I cannot helpbeing carried away by the reckless enthusiasm of his nature. Toemploy a colloquialism, he has kept me in hot water ever since hearrived. Pardon me; but, privately and personally and apart frommy official capacity, I sometimes say to myself, 'Confound GeorgeWashington Titus!'"
"Now," I remarked, "I am just as wise as I was before."
"The story is a long one, and, as in every affair ofinternational moment, the details are many and complicated. I amabout to have an interview with the hereditary prince, and shallofficially request an explanation of certain things. Come with meto the palace. I will give you the facts as we walk."
It is only a step from the American consulate to the palace,and the consul's narrative advanced slowly, owing to the dignityof its periods. For convenience, I had better join what he toldme on this occasion with what I afterward learned respecting thedifficulty.
Since 1869, when Prince Charles III abolished taxation, therevenue of the government of Monaco has been derived exclusivelyfrom the gaming tables at the casino. The prince's subjects,nearly six thousand souls, have been prosperous and happy, havingno taxes to pay and plenty of travelers to fleece. The incomefrom the casino has been large enough to meet all administrativeexpenses, to support the court in a style befitting theimportance of the oldest reigning family in Europe—forPrince Charles traces his line of descent directly back to theGrimaldi of the tenth century—and to leave a handsomeannual surplus, part of which has been wisely devoted to a systemof internal improvements.
In pursuit of this policy, it had been determined about a yearbefore to blast out the large rock at the mouth of the covebehind the palace. The prince's Navy, which consists of a steamlaunch of about twelve tons burden, armed with a swivel gun, isaccustomed to ride at anchor in this cove when not activelyengaged. The rock seriously impeded the free ingress and egressof the Navy. The contract for the work of removal was awarded byRoasio, Minister of Marine, to Titus, an American engineer.
Up to the time of Titus' arrival in Monaco, the Americans hadbeen popular with the subjects of the prince. They were liberalin expending money, rarely disputed reckoning at the hotels,cafes, and shops, and contributed largely to the revenue of thecasino. The official pathway of my friend, the consul, had lainover rose beds. Titus himself won much applause at first. He wasa tall, good-looking Baltimorean, who had been major of Engineersin the Union Army. A genial and sometimes roistering companion ofmen, gallant in his bearing toward the ladies of the court,skillful in his attack on the obnoxious rock, he had enjoyed fora time a pronounced success in Monaco. The people watched withpride the operations of his divers, the work of his steam dredge,the arrival and unloading of the square tin cans of dynamitewhich came consigned to him from Marseilles. He was in a measureidentified with the mysterious forces of nature, and therefore alittle feared; but it was generally conceded that he deservedwell of the inhabitants.
Soon, however, he was unfortunate enough to incur thedispleasure of several very influential personages; and althoughhe himself cared not a copper for the frown of any dignitary onthe peninsula, the consul, who felt more or less responsible forhim, thenceforth trod on thorns. Titus' decline in prestige wasdue to several causes.
One night, being in his cups, he had knocked down M. DeMussly, the generalissimo of the Army, who had ventured toremonstrate with him for practicing the war whoop of the AmericanIndian in the public square in front of the palace. On receivinga challenge the next morning from the outraged warrior, Titus hadlaughed, and offered to swim with De Mussly due south across theMediterranean until one or the other should be drowned. Theaffair was brought to the attention of the Tribunal Supérieur byM. Goybet, Advocate-General, but Consul Green succeeded in havingthe charge suppressed.
Then followed another misadventure, far worse than the DeMussly incident. At a grand ball at the casino, Titusdeliberately excused himself from dancing a fifth polka with thePrincess Florestine, sister of the reigning prince. This augustlady is a widow, who, in spite of her fifty years and two hundredpounds, has managed to preserve the impulses and tastes of maidenyouth. If rumor was to be credited, she was not unkindly disposedtoward the good-looking American engineer. When Titus was askedby a friend why he chose to fly in the face of Providence, hereplied, "I had already danced four times with the princess. Theold lady ought to remember that people go to balls for pleasure."This remark, of course, came to the ears of the princess, andthereafter she devoted every energy to the accomplishment ofTitus' ruin.
The unlucky American next provoked the hostility of theall-powerful authorities at the casino, by introducing the gameof poker as a rival, in private society, to the publicattractions of roulette and rouge et noir. The new heresy spreadlike wildfire. In Monaco and in Nice people lost money to eachother, instead of to the bank, as formerly. Receipts at thecasino fell off more than one half. In vain the Administrationprocured a deliverance from the ecclesiastical authorities,declaring the game immoral. People still played poker. Worse thanall, Titus and his disciples turned the terrible new engineagainst the subjects of the prince, and won their money. This wasa startling innovation, and it awakened deep resentment. It wassaid that no less a personage than Monsignor Theuret, the GrandAlmoner, having won thirteen thousand francs at roulette on asuccession of three seventeens, lost the entire amount the nextnight at poker to Titus, and as much more besides; and that hewas obliged to give his note for a large sum to the American.This was a specimen case.
As the prosperity of the people of Monaco rested wholly uponthe prosperity of the casino, popular indignation rose highagainst the Americans, especially Titus. The poker question founda place in politics. Titus' enemies were unceasing in theirefforts to undermine him at the court and neglected no means toinflame the prejudices of the populace.
II
SUCH, then, was the situation when I accompanied Consul Greento the palace.
At the threshold of the mansion inhabited by the descendantsof the Grimaldi, we encountered a gorgeous usher wearing a heavygold chain upon the breast of his crimson velvet robe. He led theway across an inner court and up a flight of marble steps, at thetop of which he surrendered us, with a magnificent bow, to thekeeping of M. Ponsard, Commandant of the Palace. Ponsard, in histurn, conducted us along a corridor and through a series ofstately apartments to the office of the First Chamberlain, whoafter some delay ushered us into the presence of the GrandAlmoner of the prince's Household. This eminent individual wasseated at a desk writing. He greeted Green ceremoniously. He wasaware that Monsieur the American Minister had audience thatmorning of the hereditary prince; but His Serene Highness wasjust now reviewing the Army in the piazza before the palace. HisSerene Highness would soon return. If Monsieur the Minister andhis friend would like to witness the pageant, there was anadmirable view of the piazza from the balcony of the Salon desMuses, the third apartment to the left. The chamberlain wouldshow the way.
"A polite old gentleman," I remarked, as we followed thechamberlain to the Salon des Muses.
"That extraordinary man," whispered Green, with a touch of awein his voice, "is Monsignor Theuret, one of the most astutestatesmen in Europe. His influence at court is practicallyboundless. He combines ecclesiastical with secular functions,being apostolic administrator and bishop of Hermopolis, and atthe same time Grand Almoner of the household and superintendentof the third Salle of the casino. Being one of the chief leadersof the anti-Titus party, he both hates and fears me; yet did youobserve how well he dissembled?"
"It strikes me," said I, "that this doubling up of offices israther droll."
"It is necessary," returned Green, with perfect gravity, "inMonaco, where the total population is not large. The FirstChamberlain, ahead of us here, as well as the Commandant of thePalace, and the usher with the gold chain act at night ascroupiers at the casino. Chevalier Voliver, Minister of ForeignAffairs, leads the casino orchestra. He is an excellent musicianand rather friendly to our interests, inasmuch as I have onseveral occasions rendered him trifling services of a pecuniarynature. But I must admit that, in statecraft, the Chevalier isweak and irresolute. He is hardly more than the tool and creatureof Monsignor Theuret, whose ambition is as limitless as hisability is diabolical."
The First Chamberlain left us on the balcony. Thence wecommanded a view, not only of the piazza below, but of nearly theentire principality. One could have fired a pistol ball into theMediterranean, either to the west or to the south, and to thenorth the French frontier was within long rifle range. The palaceitself shut off the eastward view, but Green informed me that thesea boundary on that side, with the cove where the Navy rode atanchor, was scarcely a stone's throw away. Opposite us were thegrounds of the casino, the long stuccoed façade, the roundconcert kiosque, the theater, the restaurants, and the shops ofthe bazaar. Above this seductive establishment floated a captiveballoon, in which visitors might ascend to the length of the ropefor twenty francs the trip.
From the balloon overhead I turned my attention to thespectacle in the open piazza in front of the palace. Sidewalks,steps, doorways, and windows were thronged with loyal subjects ofCharles III. Directly beneath us, on a fine black stallion, satthe hereditary prince, motionless as a statue. The Army ofMonaco, commanded by the intrepid De Mussly, marched andcounter-marched before him, exhibiting its proficiency in all theevolutions known to modern military science. In their smart reduniforms and white cockades, the thirty-two carabineers, whoconstitute the effective force under De Mussly, presented a trulyformidable appearance, wheeling to and fro. The generalissimo haddrilled them to march with that peculiarly vicious fling of thelegs which is taught in Prussian tactics; and when they camekicking across the square in fours, wheeled suddenly into asixteen-front line, halted before the hereditary prince, andgrounded arms with a simultaneous clang of thirty-two carbinebutts against the pavement, bravo after bravo arose from thedelighted spectators, while a smile of proud gratification restedfor an instant upon His Serene Highness's countenance.
Just then I observed the eccentric actions of an individualhalfway across the square, who seemed to be trying to attract ournotice. He whistled through his knuckles, waved both arms in theair, and then, apparently dissatisfied with the result of thesedemonstrations, snatched a gun from the nearest soldier andraised his own silk hat on the muzzle high above the heads of thecrowd. Having restored the gun to the astonished warrior, heexpressed his low opinion of the Army, for our benefit, by meansof a derisive pantomime, and began to elbow his way through theranks toward us.
"It is Titus," groaned Green. "He is continually compromisingme in some such way."
The consul endeavored in vain to discountenance our fellowcitizen below, by staring fixedly in another direction. Titus wasnot to be snubbed. He shouted, "Hi! Green," and, "Oh! Green,"until he obtained the full attention of my embarrassedcompanion.
"Be sure to be at home by two o'clock, Green," roared Titus."I have important news." Thereupon he gleefully flourished beforeour faces what looked like an official document and hurriedaway.
When the First Chamberlain came to summon Green to hisinterview with the hereditary prince, I returned to the consulateto await him. He rejoined me at a little before two o'clock."Well, what luck?" I inquired.
"The outlook is gloomy," he replied, nervously. "The interviewwas most unsatisfactory. In order to commit the government ofMonaco to some definite form of complaint, I requested HisHighness to say candidly in what the American people had offendedhim. The prince regarded me steadily with his dark, piercingeyes, and at last replied, 'Pouf! You Americans talk loudly atour
tables d'hôte
, bully our croupiers, browbeat ourgendarmes before our very face, and make yourself generallyobnoxious.' I perceived, of course, the disingenuousness of thisanswer, but managed to control my indignation. His Highness nextasked me a good many questions about the financial and materialresources of the United States Government, the efficiency of itsmilitary and naval forces, its debt, annual revenue, and so on. Ineed not say that my answers to all these questions were guardedand discreet. I then pressed the prince to tell me if there wasany truth in the report that a personage high in the court had apecuniary interest in fomenting trouble between the United Statesand Monaco. I thought the prince winced a little at this homethrust; but he replied in the negative, referring to the story asan 'idle bruit.' The interview then ended; but as I came away Iobserved on the face of the crafty Monsignor Theuret anexpression which I could not fathom. It seemed very like mirth,untimely as—"Here the consul was interrupted by the precipitate entrance ofTitus, followed by three or four other Americans.
"Hallo, Green!" said this brusque individual. "Are you in thedumps? I'll enliven you presently."
There was something in his tone, careless as it was, thatfairly startled Green out of his official dignity.
"Merciful heavens!" exclaimed the consul; "what has happenednow?"
Titus winked at the rest of the company. He took a pipe fromhis pocket and reached for the tobacco box on the table,upsetting, as he did so, the contents of the consul's inkstandover a pile of official papers. This accident did not discomposehim in the least. He coolly filled his pipe and occupied himselffor some minutes in emitting large rings of smoke, one afteranother, and then shooting little rings through the series.
"We are all of the Yankee persuasion, I suppose," he said atlast, casting a glance of inquiry at me. I nodded in reply. ThenTitus produced the document which we had seen him waving in thepiazza.
"Here's a lark," said he. "I took this down from the bulletinboard in front of Papa Voliver's Foreign Office this forenoon.Lord forgive the theft! I did it for my country's sake."
Then he proceeded to read, rapidly translating the French intoEnglish. We listened, dumbfounded. Great beads of perspirationstood upon Green's forehead. He clutched mechanically at thepapers on the table and inked the ends of his fingers.
The document was an edict, signed by Charles III himself,countersigned by the Chevalier Voliver, Minister of ForeignAffairs, and sealed with the great seal of the principality.Stripped of verbiage, the edict decreed:
First, that it should be unlawful for any subject of theprince, or any foreigner sojourning within the boundaries of theprincipality, to engage in the American game called poker, saidgame being dangerous to the public morals and subversive ofexisting institutions.
Secondly, that all obligations contracted by subjects of theprince to subjects of the American President, through the gamecalled poker, or otherwise, be thereby repudiated.
Thirdly, that thenceforth no American subject be permitted toenter the Principality of Monaco, for business or for pleasure;that American subjects then in Monaco be allowed twenty-fourhours from the promulgation of this edict, within which time theymust leave the principality, under penalty of imprisonment at thediscretion of the Tribunal Supérieur and confiscation of theireffects.
All eyes were turned upon Green. It was some time before theconsul recovered the faculty of speech. "But this isunprecedented!" he exclaimed. "It is not only outrageous in ageneral way, but it is specifically discourteous to me,personally and officially. I am the diplomatic representative ofthe United States, duly accredited to this court. Here is animportant paper, seriously affecting the relations between thetwo governments, which, instead of being conveyed to me in theproper manner, has been tacked on a bulletin board, like amiserable writ of attachment. Furthermore," he added, as theenormity of the outrage grew upon him, "I have not only beenignored, insulted, but I have been trifled with. This edict musthave been posted before my interview with the hereditary prince.It is infamous!"
"Well, fellow citizens," said Titus, with a light laugh, "whatare we going to do about it?"
"There is only one thing to do," replied Green. "Dispatch afull and carefully worded statement of the affair to theDepartment of State at Washington, in order that Congress maytake appropriate action."
Titus sent forth a roar of laughter along with a cloud ofsmoke. "And meanwhile?" he demanded. "I am inclined to think thatin the present condition of our glorious Navy it will be abouttwo years and six months before we can expect to have a fleet ofiron-dads here."
"I suppose we must leave Monaco," said the consul, sadly. "Weare at the mercy of an absolute and remorseless power."
"
Leave
?" thundered Titus."Let us have your ideas, Mr. Titus," said I.
"Well," said Titus. "I propose to try my hand at a statepaper. I've undertaken tougher jobs in my day. Get a sheet ofclean foolscap, Green, and a good, sharp pen. Now write down whatI say."
He then dictated the following manifesto:
To
Charles Honore
, Prince of Monaco:When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for amighty nation to avenge an injury sustained by her in the personsof some of her most valued citizens, the visitation of her wrathupon the offender is apt to be sharp, sudden, andoverwhelming.
Unless your edict of this date be revoked before nine o'clocktomorrow, and due apology made for the same, we, the UnitedStates of America, do hereby declare war against the Principalityof Monaco on land, sea, underground, and in the skies; and Godhave mercy upon your soul!
(Signed)
George Washington Titus
, Commander in ChiefJohn J. Green
, Minister Plenipotentiary."There! Green," said Titus, complacently, "now tell your manGiovanni to go and tack this little composition upon the bulletinboard of the Foreign Office, and leave the rest to me."
"But this is very irregular," protested the consul. "The powerto declare war is vested by the Constitution in Congress. Wecan't declare war. Besides, there are always certain formalitiesto be observed."
"Damn your formalities!" rejoined Titus. "In times of greatnational emergency like the present there is a higher law thanthe Constitution. In such a crisis men of action must come to thefront. You can come in with your protocols and preliminarydrafts, and all that solemn rot, when we get to the negotiationsfor peace. I'm commander in chief just now. You and these othergentlemen must go around among the Americans here and tell 'emnot to be alarmed, but to act precisely as if nothing hadhappened. That's General Order number one. Hold on a minute,though. Is there anybody who understands the army signals?"
I respectfully informed the commander in chief that I wasfamiliar with the code.
"Good!" said he. "You've got grit. I like the build of yourchin. Stay here with me. I constitute you chief of staff."
"Now," he continued, after the others had departed, "take fourof the consul's red silk handkerchiefs and make some littlesignal flags. I have another important letter to write."
The composition of this missive seemed to give himconsiderable trouble, for I had finished the flags long before hestopped writing. Finally he tossed me a sheet of note paper. "Ihate infernally to do this," he said, giving his mustache a tug,"but, hang it all, everything is fair in love and war."
The letter bore no address or signature:
Madame
: I have read your eyes, and my heart is full ofjoy. I have also read the black looks on the faces of yourjealous and powerful relatives. If I have seemed cold andindifferent, it is because I cared for your peace ofmind—not because I feared for myself, believe me,Madame.And now the cruel edict has gone forth. Exile from Monaco isnothing, for the world is wide. Exile from you is death; for mypoor life is in your adorable smile.
If you are as bold as you are beautiful; if wide difference ofrank weighs less in the balance than an absorbing passion; if youcan dare everything for the sake of one who has suffered and beensilent, be at the pump behind the equestrian statue of your nobleancestor, Vincenzio Grimaldi, one hour before sunrise tomorrowmorning, and be alone.
"It's a confounded shame," remarked Titus, half to me, half tohimself, "to bring her out into the damp early air at her age;but it can't be helped."
The consul's valet now returned. He had nailed the documentupon the bulletin board, as Excellency had commanded, and therewas already an immense crowd collected around it.
"Buono!" cried Titus. "Now, Giovanni, I have anothercommission for you. You are discreet." He gave him the letter andwhispered a few words of direction. The intelligent fellownodded.
"And, by the way, Giovanni, you are on pretty good terms withthe Army?"
"Yes, Excellency."
"How much will it cost to get the Army drunk tonight?"
"Very drunk, Excellency?"
"That is what I mean."
Giovanni made a rapid calculation with the aid of his fingers."About sixty francs, I think, Excellency," he replied, with abroad grin. Titus handed him five napoleons.
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この作品集は、エドワード・ペイジ・ミッチェルの幻想的な物語を数篇収めており、科学小説とファンタジー、ホラーが融合している。物語の中心には、老人ジョン・クラルトスが自身の理論を語るインタビューや、バロン・カルブスラテンと見知らぬ老人の親子の対話、主人公が恐怖の深い穴を探検するエピソード、葬祭の場で悪魔にまつわる真実を探す話、スピリチュアリズムをテーマにした晩餐会、キャプテン・ピーター・クラムの航海の試練、神経痛を快楽に変える友人との出会い、ユニークな病院の制度、外交問題を扱ったエピソードが展開される。各物語は、幻想と現実、善悪の境界を問い直し、キャラクターたちの心理的葛藤や冒険を描き出している。
Table of Contents
Episode 1
幻想の物語
本章はエドワード・ペイジ・ミッチェルによる短編小説集『幻想の物語』の目次を示す。目次には、地球の内部を描いた「地球の内部」、異常な幽霊の話「珍しい幽霊」、不思議な洞窟の冒険「スプラーグルの洞窟」、悪魔の葬儀「悪魔の葬儀」など、多様なテーマの作品が並んでおり、読者は科学と幻想が交錯する物語に引き込まれることだろう。
Episode 2
地球の内側の謎
ジョン・クラルトスは、高齢の木工職人であり、地球内部に空洞が存在し、その内部には人々や自然が住むと信じている。彼は、自らの経験とビジョンに基づいて理論を構築し、報道記者にその内容を語る。クラルトスは、南極付近に大きな穴があり、太陽の光と熱がその穴を通じて内部を照らしているとし、また、内部に住む人々についても想像を膨らませる。彼の話は、現実と幻想が交錯し、探索のスリルが漂う。
Episode 3
古城の幽霊
1352年、酒を酌み交わすバロン・カルブスラテンは、現れた老齢の巡礼者が自身の息子であると主張することに困惑する。彼は自らの壮絶な過去と、父の愚行による運命を語り出し、親子の間で記憶と運命が語られる。果たしてバロンはかつての父親の影をどのように受け止めるのか、物語は悲哀とユーモアを交えて展開していく。
Episode 4
スプルグルの洞窟
主人公はカナンの牧草地にある不気味な穴を発見し、町の人々が恐れるスプルグルたちの伝説を聞く。興味を持った主人公は、酒を持った仲間を連れて洞窟への冒険に挑む。彼は恐怖を感じつつも、洞窟に引きずり込まれ、そこではスプルグルたちが意外にもユーモラスで人間的な存在であり、彼らの社会に溺れることになる。最終的に、洞窟を脱出した主人公は人間社会の醜さと向き合うことになる。
Episode 5
悪魔の葬送
物語は、目覚めた主人公が時間を遡り、悪魔の死を悼む人々が集う葬祭の場に立つところから始まる。人々の愁嘆と怒りが交錯する中で、悪魔の体を解剖した学者たちは、その存在の真髄を語ることができずに去っていく。主人公の伴侶である老男は、信者たちに金を捧げることを提案し、壮大な葬送の儀式を行うが、結果として彼らは驚愕の真実と向き合うことになる。悪魔の死によって世界は崩壊し、何もない虚無の中に放り出された主人公は、最後に明るい虹を見出す。
Episode 6
コロの奇跡
ジョン・ニコラスは、スコット・ジョーダンの家でスピリチュアリズムの専門家たちと共に奇妙な夜を過ごした。彼は、ジョーダンが所有する一幅の素晴らしい風景画に魅了されるが、それが死んだ画家コロによるものであるという。夜中に不気味な音が響き、ニコラスは危険にさらされ、精神的な葛藤の中、自らの信念と目の前の超常現象との間で揺れ動いた。最終的に彼は絵の中に飛び込むことで命を救われ、奇跡的な出来事を経験した。
Episode 7
Toadの恐ろしい航海
キャプテン・ピーター・クラムは、仲間のディーコン・シルスビーとトビアス・ジャクソンと共に、ヨット『Toad』でパリ万博に挑もうとする。しかし、出発早々から霧に包まれ、航海は厳しいものになる。悪魔ビールゼバブに遭遇し、飲んだくれの仲間と共に絶望的な状況に陥るものの、彼らは毅然と立ち向かう。果たして彼らの航海は成功するのか、はたまた失敗するのか、果てしない苦闘の末に明らかになる真実とは。
Episode 8
痛みのエピキュリアンたち
ニコラス・ヴァンスは、神経痛に悩まされ、友人のティタミに相談する。ティタミは、痛みを快楽に転じる方法について話し、ニコラスはその理論を実験することになる。夜の集まりで、ヴァンスは痛みに陶酔するエピキュリアンたちと出会い、特に自らの想像を絶する光景として、親しい人のアント・ペネロペがその異様な世界の中心人物になっていることを発見する。ヴァンスは痛みの本質を探求しつつも、悲しみと恐れに包まれる。
Episode 9
嘘を治す日
主人公は、ルグビルの新たに設立された不真面目な人々のための病院を訪れる。市民の審美眼によって設計されたこの病院では、入院患者たちを嘘で満たし、その後真実を教えることで再教育をするユニークな治療法が施されている。アシスタントスーパーバイザーは、嘘の習慣は道徳的な病であるという考えから、嘘を増幅させた後に真実を学ばせるプログラムの詳細を説明する。病院内の様々な患者や彼らのエピソードを通じて、主人公は人間の本質や社会における嘘の役割について考えさせられる。
Episode 10
モナコとの戦争
モナコを訪れた主人公は、アメリカ人技術者ジョージ・ワシントン・タイタスが引き起こしたことから、モナコの人々との関係が大きく悪化していることに気づく。アメリカの外交官グリーンは、その状況を改善しようと試みるが、元はと言えばタイタスの無謀な行動が火種となっている。しかし、タイタスは逆境を乗り越えようと独自のアプローチを取る。彼は最終的にモナコと宣戦布告し、気になるプリンセスを人質に取る結果を招く。外交と戦争の狭間で繰り広げられる一連の騒動が、彼の大胆な行動の結末をどのように導くのか。
