The cars rumbled into the courtyard of a neat large house, the tyres crunching on the gravel.
The house was a well-kept two-story wooden house with veranda and a trim garden with green lawns and numerous exotic plants. It was a lush and well secluded spot.
An escort held the rear door open of the middle Minerva. Out stepped the man and he hurried indoors to meet his host.
"Alexander, it has been a long time since we met." He shook hands beaming a smile.
"Welcome William. It has indeed been a while, please forgive me for not coming to Mother's funeral but I could not get away. I dare not leave at this delicate time." Alexander was dressed casually and gripping his brother's arm he led him into the large reception room at the side of the house.
William then introduced his small entourage of men, "and this is Wilhelm der Graaf, my personal QIS adviser. A very capable man, I have been glad of his advice many a time."
The men sat and exchanged small talk before getting down to the business of the meeting.
"It was good of you to fly here to meet me, but you did not say in your message why you were coming. I have no specific briefing prepared but my military aide Colonel Mertens can update you on the Ubangi matter.
William waved his hand. "There no need. We know all about the failed attack at Bassangou." Alexander knew the Dutch Army had eyes and ears everywhere within his domains and knew how his brother collected intelligence keenly. All he could do was shrug in disappointment.
"The Army failed me William. The old fools who run the Army are cowardly old men, no doubt treacherous elements want to dispose me here like in Ubangi. Power mad Generals."
William rolled his eyes, "You see this is why I'm here Alexander. You have too many paranoiac feelings and its hampering your judgement in these matters. You cannot win by locking up politicians and sacking Generals. We know what happened to the students in Kabalo last month, even though you kept it supressed. This autocratic style is driving more people into the hands of N'Dofa. They have a taste of power now and the longer you fail to deal with them, the more stronger they grow and more problems occur. It's spreading too, Sumatran nationalists trying to sail here to join the anti-Dutch forces here to steal a blow against our rule, the British have had problems in Rwanda too. Arab men in Chad have been speaking of casting off the European yoke."
Alexander punched the arms of the chair, "It's easy for you to say, who started all this with talk of Confederations, sharing power and closer ties to the Hague! You and Mother, more concerned about your Guilders in the vaults than about my people. You stirred them up with half-promises and half-truths! I shall smash the rebellion and have N'Dofa's head! If you helped us instead of making stunt sideshows the other side of the country, we could have smashed N'Dofa before the rains began."
William tried to stay calm, "Alex, you know we had no choice, we are fighting hard to keep the entire Western portion of Ubangi-Shari safe, but you must realise opinion at home and abroad is not so sympathetic.
Alexander ranted some more but eventually stopped and William eased in his plans, the reason for coming here so secretly.
"Look, we have a set of plans to defeat N'Dofa. First you need to set up a more compliant and fairer government there. Release Julius Limbani from his house arrest. My sources tell me he is a moderate and wise man, someone you can talk too. His Ubangian Socialist Action Party could be rebuilt easily and I'm sure he could share power with the Chamber of Commerce List. He could inspire the people to listen to reason, and with careful watching you could still hold the puppet strings on his power. We keep up the military presence and protect the ballots at the election, we keep hitting hard with mobile forces and hunting down rebel groups in the west. N'Dofa is cut-off in one corner of the country. He has an Army but no economy, no robust political system, no money and no direct access to friendly sources of sustenance. He will wither as his rebels fail, sap their support and morale and he is finished."
"But what about all these arms? Every cheap hood in Europe and Asia is selling them arms!"
"Relax Alex, Before I left, I gave orders to base some ships at Yemen to begin patrols in the Red Sea. They will board and inspect all suspect ships we can identify. I not think the British will stop us and even though some might complain, we can point to events in the northern Middle East to embarrass their lack of success in stopping smuggling."
Alexander smiled, I felt a little better. Sharing power with Limbani went against his grain, but when he had N'Dofa he would be free to do as he liked. "I need more men, artillery, trucks, bombers. Its all very well talking the rebels to death but we need more direct methods too."
William nodded. "You will have more of everything."
"What about the Belgian protests at making arms for us?" Alexander sighed. William looked shocked how he knew this. "We have our own sources too Willi, the QIS is not the only gatherer of information in the world."
William was taken aback slightly, but assured him the weapons would arrive ,even if some deception was required.
After dinner the brothers talked further, made some policy decisions and played cards. The Kings' Party stayed the night and then just after dawn left the residence to head back to Naval Air Station Boma to reboard the Fokker and fly home.