The regular meeting was quickly adjourned. As I left the assembly hall, Raleigh immediately followed me and said:
"Her Majesty the Queen told me that when Englishmen were sailing along the Florida coast, many cities were burning or their ports were paralyzed."
"..."
"That's not all. The routes our secret society used to free slaves have been cut off one by one."
"From what I hear... this doesn't sound like good news."
"It might not be. It might not be."
Saying this, Raleigh took out a tobacco pipe from his breast pocket and filled it with leaves. When I lent him a light, he closed his eyes while inhaling the smoke.
Raleigh's hand trembled slightly.
"But it's not."
Raleigh opened his eyes again and told me.
"The Spanish military flags that were raised everywhere have been lowered."
The flags were lowered.
This means it's not just a dimension of violence that flares up and dies down.
It's a strike against symbols, and a strike against what they represent.
