Place: A charity bazaar outside of Traquair House.
sighed with weariness as her last customer left her tent. The aged gypsy muttered sadly in Romanian, "Poor child...he does not realize that the adventure he yearns for will only gain him a cold death." Shaking her head to clear her thoughts,
she yelled in English, "Next!"
A small figure of a young girl
walked confidently through the flap of the tent. Isabella immediately noticed that the child was not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. She could sense a kind heart in the dark-haired, blue-eyed young girl that sat before
her. "Greetings, my child," Isabella told the young girl, "And what is your name?"
"My name is Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon," replied the young girl with confidence.
'Not only does
she have a good heart, she is courageous as well,' Isabella thought to herself. "I am honored by your gracious presence, my lady. Tell me... what is it that you wish
to know?" she asked.
Lady Elizabeth smiled kindly as she replied, "Whatever you wish to tell me."
"Mmm," muttered Isabella, "Very well, cross my hand with silver and I shall read your palm, child."
The young girl bravely gave the coin to the aged gypsy, "All I have is a sixpence," she told her.
"That will be enough," reassured Isabella as she took the coin and started to read the child's palm, "I see that you will have a long life."
"How long?" questioned Elizabeth.
long; you shall live to see your oldest
great-grandchildren become adults," informed the gypsy.
"Oh, my!" whispered the child in excitement.
"You shall go through numerous joys and tragedies in your life. But, during those tragedies you shall have a smile on your face to lift up the spirits of those around you; yet..." she trailed off as she looked more closely at the child's palm.
"Yet?" asked Elizabeth anxiously.
least twice, even your joyous spirit shall not
be able to overcome," informed Isabella. "The second time shall be the death of your beloved husband, but the first time will be an event where you shall... become Queen."
yelled Elizabeth with disbelief,
"How can I
become the Queen? I would have to marry Prince Edward!"
Releasing the child's palm, Isabella conveyed to Lady Elizabeth, "What I say is true, child. You shall be Queen --why would the Fates lie to me? And why are you so certain that the young Prince of Wales will be your husband?"
if what you say is true... that is the only
way I shall be Queen!" she replied.
"Not the only way," muttered the gypsy.
ridiculous!" Elizabeth told her as she made
her way to the tent's flap and bumped into a young
dark-haired boy whom was coming into the tent.
"Oh!" cried Elizabeth, "Please excuse me, You’re Highness!"
"It is quite all right," replied Prince Albert.
"I hope you have better luck than I did with your fortune, Your Highness," Elizabeth told the young prince. "She predicted that I would be Queen! It's silly!"
"Why would it be silly?" questioned Prince Albert as he gazed at her dreamily. "All you have to do is to marry my brother, Edward."
Elizabeth laughed with delight, "Absolutely not!" she replied, "Your brother may be charming to others, but not to me! If I were to marry anyone, it would be you, Your Highness!"
"Oh? Would you truly marry me, Elizabeth?" he asked, blushing a deep red.
Elizabeth laughed even louder. "Oh, You’re Highness! I was only joking!" she told him. "Why would I wish to marry one of my best friends?" And with that final statement, she left the tent.
"I-I was not j-joking," he muttered under his breath before approaching the gypsy with his coin stretched out in his hand.
Isabella stopped him with a raised hand. "There is no need to pay me, Your Highness. I have a fairly good idea what you wish to ask," she informed him.
"Oh? T-take the c-coin anyw-way," he stumbled out the words.
"Thank you, Your Highness," she told him as she took the coin, "Take heart: she will say yes at the third time of asking -- and when you ask her yourself."
"Tru-ly?" he asked hopefully.
Isabella smiled with pleasure as she replied, "Truly; the Fates never lie. What is meant to be will be. You will just have to have patience, courage and faith, Your Highness. Is there anything else you wish to know?"
"N-no, than-k yo-u!" Prince Albert told her as he dug into his pocket and gave her another coin.
"You are welcome, and thank you for your generosity," Isabella said to him as he left the tent in a hurry to catch up to Lady Elizabeth; once she was certain he was out of hearing range, she announced knowingly, "Your Majesty."
Place: Glamis Castle
Thirty-year old Charles Walker watched in amusement as seventeen-year old Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon made a fellow patient laugh with delight. "That girl is certainly spirited! The fellow that wins her will be a lucky man!' he thought to himself, and then chuckled even more about the unusual dream he had last night about the young girl.
"Pardon me, Mr. Walker?" asked the young lady in question, with a book within her hands.
"Yes, my lady?" he asked with curiosity.
"Could you please sign my autograph book?" questioned Lady Elizabeth, "I heard you were leaving tomorrow and I would like to have something to remember you by."
course, my lady," replied the solider as he took the book from her hands as well as a pen. 'Let me see, what shall I write?' he thought to himself
and then suddenly remembering his dream from last night he wrote: "May you be hung, drawn, and quartered! Yes, hung in diamonds... drawn in a coach-and-four...and quartered in the best house in the land!"
Handing the book and pen back to her, he said, "There you go, my lady."
"I kindly thank you, Mr. Walker," she told him and then moved on to the next patient.
Still remembering his dream, he whispered, "You're most kindly welcome, my queen."
Place: A movie theater in Montreal, Canada
within the theater watched in awe as the screen showed the broadcast of the abdication speech of King Edward VIII and the proclamation that his younger brother, Prince Albert, was now George VI, by the Grace of God King of Great Britain and the Empire, Defender of the
Faith, Emperor of India, etc., etc. Within the audience, two people who, at one time, had met the Queen Consort, watched the screen with
One of them, a retired veteran of WWI, Charles Walker, gazed at the screen in more amazement then his neighbors. 'I do not bloody believe it! That dream of mine came true!' he thought to himself.
another movie patron thought to herself, 'I told that child she would become Queen; the Fates do not lie!' Then, with a small
smile of victory, the aged gypsy who was known as Isabella exited the theater. As she left, she muttered to herself, "Perhaps I should have also told her that her oldest grandson's oldest son will have her beloved husband's eyes. On the other hand, perhaps it is just as well that I did not mention it... she did not believe me when I told her that she would be Queen!"