Peaches and the Queen
By Edith Layton
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Christmas is coming to Victorian London. A poor boy living with his milliner sister in a marginal part of town discovers his cat is missing. His old dog can’t live without the cat, so he searches—and hears that the Queen has kidnapped his cat! Queen Victoria’s favorite moggie strayed, and her minions scooped up the wrong cat—or so the boy and his sister think.
This Christmas novella tells how an earnest young Beefeater, his world-weary superior, and one of the wiliest criminals in London each try to find the right cat without disturbing the old queen, win the boy’s cat back—and woo the pretty sister—before the Queen leaves London for her Christmas holiday.
From the servants at the palace and the Queen’s own chambers, to Billingsgate and the mudlarks’ favorite taverns, the adventures are many among the high- and low-life of Victorian London.
Edith Layton
Edith Layton loved to write. She wrote articles and opinion pieces for the New York Times and Newsday, as well as for local papers, and freelanced writing publicity before she began writing novels. Publisher’s Weekly called her “one of romance’s most gifted authors.” She received many awards, including a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Romantic Times, and excellent reviews and commendations from Library Journal, Romance Readers Anonymous, and Romance Writers of America. She also wrote historical novels under the name Edith Felber. Mother of three grown children, she lived on Long Island with her devoted dog, Miss Daisy; her half feral parakeet, Little Richard; and various nameless pond fish in the fishness protection program.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sweet novella from Edith Layton, publish posthumously. Not much more to say. Very light, not much plot or romance.
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Peaches and the Queen - Edith Layton
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Peaches and the Queen
By Edith Layton
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Peaches and the Queen
Edith Layton
The palace was in an uproar, but a very quiet one. Otherwise the Queen would be distressed. Once upon a time monarchs of this realm stormed along royal corridors shouting orders to take people’s heads off, bellowing commands and sending legions off to war. Just a generation past, a king had skipped down these same halls in his nightgown, stopping only to bow to portraits on the walls and chat with ghosts. The present Queen’s late husband had been fond of making a racket too, but it had been many long years since his hearty laughter had been heard. Now these royal halls were quiet at the express wish of the ruling sovereign.
Queen Augusta Victoria, monarch of England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, and Empress of India, did not like upset, angry words or undue clamor.
So her attendants showed their distress in worried whispers if they had something terrible to talk about.
They did.
Their Queen’s cat was missing. And Christmas was coming.
* * *
The point is that it is gone,
Mr. Squire told the assembled staff in a strangled whisper. She inquired after it again this very morning. We have looked everywhere, in all its usual haunts. There is not a sign of it, which is most unusual. The household staff has been busy. We sent for word round every corner, and they haven’t even seen it in the kitchens today. So now I am asking all of you to join the search.
The assembled staff looked grave to a man, and there were a dozen of them there, all those under Mr. Squire’s direct command—the kennel master, the master of the stables, the head gardener, the head farrier—every senior member and his assistant of the palace’s western quarter’s outdoor staff. Mr. Squire was a very highly placed official of the palace. He reported to his superior, and his superior’s superior had no other.
Surely,
Mr. Squire continued, one orange cat should not be hard to find! Mind,
he added, as many heads nodded agreement, the most important point is that the Queen should not know the animal is presumed lost. There is no need to distress her. Find it, and all will be well. But find it quickly, for she wishes to leave the palace as soon as possible.
This wasn’t news. The Queen seldom came to this palace anymore. Her visit had been a rare one, her departure expected.
But the cat lives here, Mr. Squire,
the head gardener ventured to say. So why hurry? There be plenty of acres for it to roam in, and the cat comes back, like they say. It will be sitting pretty when she comes to Buckingham again.
She likes to see things in their proper places before she leaves,
Mr. Squires said repressively. It rests her mind. A small enough favor for us to grant her, wouldn’t you say?
They looked down at their boot tops. The old Queen had suffered too many hard knocks in her life, and so said all. She’d seen them through wars, found them a peace and a prosperity that made them rulers of the sea, given them a world that the sun never set upon. Yet during her long reign she’d had a great personal loss: her beloved husband. All knew she’d loved him above all things. Now she was old and sometimes very sad. Mr. Squire had the right of it. Finding one wretched cat was not too much to ask a loyal subject.
Orange, she be?
an under gardener asked.
‘Marmalade,’ the Queen is wont to say,
Mr. Squire corrected him. A sort of tigerish orange, as white stripes can be seen. Not a tortoiseshell, but rather orange with decorative devices. Not a lap cat by any means either. I believe it even bears some scars from a previous life before it came to the palace. It is a large beast, although the Queen has been heard to chide those who say so, for she says the animal’s portly stature is mostly fur.
The assembled men grinned, a snicker was heard.
Good mouser, I expect,
the stable’s master put in loyally. We got dozens of ’em round back, but none so stout as that.
Good moocher, more like,
a farrier said behind his hand.
And hit’s name?
the kennel master asked in affected accents. Any animal responds to a name,
he told the others when they looked at him oddly. Now, your canine, when called, will come to you. But your cat will often not even flick an ear when hit hears hit’s name.
Some of the men frowned, others hid sneers. The kennel master was not a favorite. The others felt he put on airs because he saw the Queen more often than they did. She’d call on him to visit her so she could discuss her dogs with him.
If there was anything their Queen adored, it was dogs. She had palace dogs and kennel dogs, every size from the great Newfoundlands Mr. Landseer had made famous in his paintings, to teacup-size terriers, and many sizes in-between. Some slept on her bed, others carpeted her chambers. They ate, slept and traveled with her. Her partiality to canines influenced every form of art in the kingdom. Mr. Landseer had got himself a knighthood for depicting them so well, in particular their loyalty and devotion, since that was evidently what their sovereign missed most since her dear Albert’s death so many years before. Any literature that hoped to be popular in her England featured a noble dog somewhere in its pages, too. The preference influenced everything in Victoria’s life; most photographs taken of her in recent years having at least one dog in it or lurking in its margins.
She might not be amused by much anymore, but she was addicted to dogs. It was unusual that she had