"Oooo," says Edarial. "That would be useful - I can try that if the portal pairs are impossible, certainly. It would be easier to chart."
He smiles at her, and because he doesn't have another topic of conversation - back to silence. And thinking.
Charge charge - Fountain! It erupts suddenly and beautifully from the center of the target location, spilling over itself.
"I think that was just shy of half an hour, that's not too bad!"
Back to the canals they go, and onto a boat. To the next city!
Edarial will be rather quiet for the trip, it's up to Iobel if she wants conversation.
Iobel's not particularly talkative. She trails her fingers in the water and notebooks and pets her cat.
Edarial does some searching and some asking around. Soon enough, they find a building once used for Forgrat's government, before it became a part of Marlatia. It's large, centrally located, and reasonably unused - pretty perfect for fountain placement. Edarial checks with the city's managers, they say it won't be interfering with anything, and then he gets to charging.
Iobel hangs around in the fountainplace-to-be in companionable quiet.
"You idiot, we agreed we were going to be civil," says someone else in a lower voice.
"Shhh too late solidarity," says a third.
"Come out!" repeats the first voice. "Come out and hear us!"
King tyrant? Edarial is confused.
He gets up, brushes himself off, give his and Iobel's escort a confused shrug, and then - goes outside.
"Yes?" he asks, looking concerned. "Is something wrong?"
The guards around him are enough to keep people from rushing to attack him, and he's obviously charging. He's not concerned about an assassination attempt, this is why he has guards.
"Oh, none of your historical rose-colored glasses," mutters someone next to her, "there were all sorts of disenfranchised populations, the history doesn't matter, it's the future -"
"We want the vote!" says someone else. "Who your mother was doesn't give you the right to order anyone or make laws! We want the people's rule!"
"A senate!" agrees someone.
"A president!" contradicts someone else, or at least the two of them seem to find it contradictory, for they begin squabbling.
"There are two ways for us to get it!" someone says. "You might like one of them more than the other but for our Cause anything may be ventured if that's what it takes!"
"Well," says Edarial, carefully, "while I think those are legitimate things to want, and I agree that birth right doesn't mean a person can manage a country, Marlatia is incredibly delicate right now. I and the queen are spending a large portion of our time trying to keep the country from splintering into a civil war or anarchy. It's not in the sort of situation for a dramatic, large scale change in government."
He pauses. "If the entire populace does honestly want the country to switch to a more democratic rule, I will listen, but please give me a few years to get the country stable before I go handing it off to a fledgling government."
There. That was probably a 'No' worded gently enough.
"You will be hearing from us again!" says one of the previous speakers.
"Civil war will not be long in coming if the people's voice is denied!" howls somebody else.
"Start with Forgrat! Forgrat was once a proud and great demo-"
"Shut up."
"We'll rally more people and we will make you step down! One way or another!"
"There will be letters!"
"By all means," sighs Edarial. "Send letters. I genuinely welcome them, but democracy is not the kind of thing I can instate with the snap of my fingers."
"SENATOR!"
"SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!"
"Write a constitution first! Bind yourself to reasonable checks and balances and limits on your power!" suggests someone helpfully. "Then hold the elections of a prime minister -"
"PRESIDENT!"
"SENATOR!"
"I TOLD YOU SHUT UP!"
"A constitution is a good idea," says Edarial, gently. "A genuinely good one. I don't want a second coming of my mother - so, when I get home, I will see about making one, to give citizens rights. What sorts of things are you asking me to put on it?"
"Your list is hogwash, wipe your ass with your list."
"Establish the Church as empowered to take over certain functions now handled by magistrates -"
"UNIVERSAL SUFFRAGE," someone howls.
"Abolish the draft -"
"Require spellbinding licenses!"
"Regulate the quality of wheat!"
"These aren't constitutional articles, you dimwits -"
"Declare war on Lathalind, those bastards!"
"That's not even legislative!"
"Ratify the secession movements of Forgrat and the Thistle Downs and the Coalition of Fisherfolk -"
"Unionize the canal-workers!"
"Do any of you fools even know what a constitution is?!"
"Why don't," says Edarial, raising his voice to get people to quiet down and stop arguing, "you send me various lists, of things that you want in a constitution, or if you'd prefer to do this now - one at a time, please?"
"Oh, for the love of God, shut up. We'll be in touch," says one of the saner members of the little group, starting to shoo everyone away from the ex-meeting-hall.
"DEATH TO THE MONARCHY ONE WAY OR THE OTHER -"
"Strongly worded letters, lads -"
"And ladies, enfranchisement and suffrage for ALL -"
"And ladies! Write him letters, damn you, calm down, you're making fools of yourselves. Go on now."
And they shuffle away at various speeds.
He turns, and heads back inside, shaking his head. "Well that was bewildering."