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A Cat May Look at a Queen
Maryam looked quite smart
in her holiday suit of white broadcloth
with a peacock-blue shirt underneath,
striking against her dark skin.
She had a tall hat of pressed felt,
along with matching gloves and boots
of supple white leather, all very seasonal.
She had, too, a leash and cloak
and little Wellingtons for Farasat,
but of necessity these were black
since white would not last very long
when worn by a cheetah.
The Queen was holding one of many
holiday events at the palace,
this one intended for alchemists,
so up they dressed and off they went.
Farasat had even been included
in the invitation by name,
cheetahs being rare and remarkable
assistants to lucky alchemists.
The only other one in the palace was
an elderly female, her muzzle going gray,
who belonged to some Hindoo fellow
whom Maryam did not know.
The two cheetahs sniffed noses
and curled up complacently
beside a roaring hearth
festooned with holly boughs
while their respective humans
sipped glasses of hot sherry flip.
Suddenly both cats looked up,
and Farasat climbed to his feet.
Looking around, Maryam saw
that the Queen had arrived.
Maryam set aside her empty glass
and headed for the Queen,
Farasat pulling at his leash
as if he knew where they were going.
Victoria had installed herself
beneath an arch of holly and ivy
so that everyone could find her easily
but she could not be surrounded.
That's a clever bit of staging,
Maryam mused as she approached.
Victoria was resplendent
in a gown of emerald green,
bodice threaded with silver and gold,
pinned by a brooch of holly made
from jade and rubies.
Farasat gazed at her with awe,
and even old Ranee was watching.
"I don't like the way those wild beasts
are staring at you so, Your Majesty,"
grumbled one lady-in-waiting.
"Psh!" said Her Majesty.
"A cat may look at a queen."
Farasat chose that moment
to jump on her.
"Ooof! And put his paws on her gown, too,"
said Victoria. "Down you go, dear, this is silk."
But Farasat had his jaws locked around
the jeweled broach between her breasts
and would not be moved until he had detached it,
leaving two ragged holes in the glossy brocade.
"Your Majesty, I am so sorry --"
Maryam began, then paused.
Farasat had dropped the brooch to the carpet
and covered it with one broad paw.
Looking up at his mistress, he gave a loud
"Mow! Mow!" alarm call.
"If you would all step back, please,
that's an alarm for alchemical anomalies,"
Maryam explained, waving her hands
in their white leather gloves.
Old Henry brought over a shielded box --
"One never knows what will go off
at a festive event," he said --
and scooped up the offending brooch.
"Best get this to your palace alchemists
for analysis," Maryam suggested.
"Indeed," said the Queen,
her eyes narrowing.
"Have you any idea what
it was intended to do?"
"It could be meant for spying
or for something more destructive,"
Maryam said. "I don't know.
I really haven't the experience
in that sort of mischief.
Who gave it to you?"
"That Swiss alchemist, Speicher,
said the Queen. "He gave it to me,
and it matched my dress, so I put it on.
He seemed quite pleased that I liked it."
"Or that it was free to do
whatever it was meant,"
Maryam pointed out.
"It might be prudent to have
gifts examined by an expert
prior to putting them in use."
Just then a scuffle broke out
as a short man who had been
edging toward the door
made a break for it.
"Ah, there goes Speicher now,"
cried the Queen.
"Someone hand him in!"
George Cavendish brought him down
with a lovely flying tackle into a table
draped in garlands of holly and pine.
The Queen sent her guards
to take charge of the prisoner
and inquire what he was about.
Then she asked after George's health,
who stammered that he was fine, really,
no need to worry on his account.
"Does Farasat like fish?" asked Victoria
as she headed to one of the surviving tables
along the banquet side of the hall.
"He loves fish," Maryam said,
then watched in bemusement
as the Queen forked a side of salmon
onto a china plate and set it on the floor.
Farasat fell upon it in delight,
gulped down several bites,
and then turned around
to cover the Queen's face
in raspy, fish-flavored kisses.
Maryam apologized again,
but Victoria just laughed and
sent one of her ladies-in-waiting
for a bowl of violet water to wash with.
"Farasat saved the day," said the Queen.
"He's entitled to a fish and a kiss."
* * *
Maryam's suit looks something like this, albeit with a much less frilly shirt in blue. She prefers to take a man's role in society and to dress as a gentleman. Broadcloth was traditionally made from wool, although now most of it is cotton or synthetics.
Victorian Christmas decorations featured a variety of evergreens with holiday symbolism.
Holly is associated with Christmas and stands for eternal life, good luck, protection, and the crown of thorns.
Sherry Flip is one of the oldest cocktails and most famous winter drinks. Originally heated with a hot poker from the fireplace, it is usually made as a cold drink now.
Ivy is a traditional Christmas decoration that represents eternity, fidelity, and commitment.
Victoria's gown resembles this one. Brocade is an ornate fabric as seen on the bodice.
See a historic map of Europe.
Pine is a traditional Christmas plant which represents peace, stability, protection, and longevity.
Violet water is a type of eau de toilette. As an herb or essential oil, violet is cooling, cleansing, and soothing. Violet water has similar qualities, just not as potent.