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Tea with Caspian
Sep. 24th, 2012 03:20 pmThe day has passed in a steady stream of meetings and appointments and "just a minute of your time, please, Your Majesty." (It's never just "a minute." And if someone asks for "a few minutes," it's going to be at least half an hour.)
But when you move the whole Royal Family, with bag and baggage and a dozen guests, into a palace they've not visited formally in years, there are a lot of people who are going to want to meet with the Queen about things. Even if it's just to hear that, yes, Her Majesty is very pleased with the way things have been done or maintained or improved since last she saw them.
Sir Gareth, the Master of the Household of Silverhall Palace, takes up most of the afternoon. Amy likes him, he's a kind and genial but remarkably orderly and efficient man, but he does like to talk, and he is exceedingly fond of detail.
Amy sinks back in her chair with a bit of a sigh when he finally leaves. That's done, then. It should all be done.
There's a knock at the door. Amy automatically straightens back up in her chair before she announces, "Enter."
"Your Majesty." Her secretary, Duncan, appears in the doorway. "Your next appointment is here."
"I thought Gareth was the last, Duncan."
"No, Your Majesty."
Amy looks at the clock on the far side of the parlor. It's half four. She probably shan't get any time at all to herself today.
"Very well," Amy says, with a bit of a sigh that draws no reaction from Duncan (who is, after all, quite accustomed to working with Her Majesty. "Show him in."
But when you move the whole Royal Family, with bag and baggage and a dozen guests, into a palace they've not visited formally in years, there are a lot of people who are going to want to meet with the Queen about things. Even if it's just to hear that, yes, Her Majesty is very pleased with the way things have been done or maintained or improved since last she saw them.
Sir Gareth, the Master of the Household of Silverhall Palace, takes up most of the afternoon. Amy likes him, he's a kind and genial but remarkably orderly and efficient man, but he does like to talk, and he is exceedingly fond of detail.
Amy sinks back in her chair with a bit of a sigh when he finally leaves. That's done, then. It should all be done.
There's a knock at the door. Amy automatically straightens back up in her chair before she announces, "Enter."
"Your Majesty." Her secretary, Duncan, appears in the doorway. "Your next appointment is here."
"I thought Gareth was the last, Duncan."
"No, Your Majesty."
Amy looks at the clock on the far side of the parlor. It's half four. She probably shan't get any time at all to herself today.
"Very well," Amy says, with a bit of a sigh that draws no reaction from Duncan (who is, after all, quite accustomed to working with Her Majesty. "Show him in."