Chapter 713: The Coming of the Elizabethan Age

“When the sun rises tomorrow, England will usher in the Elizabethan era.”

Alan Wilson, home from work for dinner, enjoying the handiwork of his wife, Pamela Mountbatten, grinned, “Sixty percent of the citizens will see the Queen’s coronation on live television, except for those Londoners who are expected to possibly take to the streets, and the rest of us will listen to the proceedings on the radio.”

“The Comet airliner is ready and will deliver a documentary of the entire process to the Commonwealth countries and major colonies. The company has been informed by Whitehall!” Pamela Mountbatten arrived with a glass for her talkative husband and spoke of her side of the story, “The Navy’s parade will be held later, after the live broadcast from Westminster Abbey, along with the Commonwealth fleet of eleven aircraft carriers in total, and Lee Kee Wee has accepted his father’s invitation to go and watch.”

“I hope the general will succeed in his purpose.” Taking up the wine poured by his wife and taking the initiative to clink a glass, Alan Wilson smiled and asked rhetorically, “My dear, I wish our country all the best.”

Tomorrow, the family will be celebrating the Queen’s coronation at separate locations. Mountbatten will be present at the parade of ships, and the two men, Allen Wilson, will make their way to Westminster Abbey.

Of course in every way, when the sun rises, the whole of England will be a sea of joy.

At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Mountbatten were much the same as their son-in-law, and were looking forward to the coronation during the day.

He would also take the opportunity of the parade of ships to meet with Lichtenstein, to lower his profile and meet with this wartime Eisenhower subordinate. Discussions about rearming Germany and Italy.

Through his son-in-law’s words, Mountbatten knew that among the Cabinet, the presence of the Royal Navy was now rather embarrassing, not because of the heavy cruiser Baltimore, which had visited for the parade, although this heavy cruiser had a displacement of seventeen thousand tons.

Rather, it’s the fact that there probably won’t be any new warships starting up in the Royal Navy in the short term, except for the nuclear submarine program that’s in the planning stages. This is all about shifting military spending to the RAF and ballistic missile requirements.

And of course there is the Army, even if Britain is an island nation and has a naval tradition, at such a critical time, the Army’s commitment is categorically not to be cut, the choice between face and life is still clear to the Cabinet at a critical time.

Now the size of 800,000 standing army can be maintained is a victory, the navy will not buy new weapons for the time being. This makes Mountbatten very helpless, he is finally only one step away from the first Minister of the sea, the navy is in a secondary position, the heart has a kind of imperial army is not for nothing feelings.

With their own feelings, countless citizens of London went to sleep and waited for the morning sun to fall, these people also included Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip, and a certain nuisance in the eyes of civil servants, Princess Margaret.

Of course London broke free from the darkness and this momentous day was considered official.

The morning of June 2nd was not a bright sunny day, it was overcast, like a precursor to a downpour. But that didn’t stop the enthusiasm in the hearts of the British citizens, and everyone knew the significance of the day.

The sixteenth Duke of Norfolk was already waiting at Westminster Abbey, assuming the duty that had been his since one thousand three hundred and eighty-six, of arranging the coronation of the new king.

“You give me another single lens, high bowler hat and civilized stick that will take me right back forty years.” Puppet-like Alan Wilson, who kept turning as his wife Pamela Mountbatten fiddled, joked about the classic image of Britain in the eyes of the rest of the world.

“It’s always right to be formal on such occasions, isn’t it, that sort of thing?” Pamela Mountbatten commented with great satisfaction after a moment’s scrutiny.

“But I was in the group outside the church, standing with the Overseas Commissioners and cheering, not the great nobility entering the church.” Alan Wilson was not complaining of anything; he did not care for such things.

“I also wondered why you were standing outside.” Pamela Mountbatten asked rhetorically in disbelief when she heard about it.

Of course it was for the sake of progress, but Allen Wilson didn’t say it outright, but talked about how Mountbatten still had to preside over the parade. The division of labor is different, for the sake of the empire this is nothing to prevaricate over.

In the morning, the Buckingham Palace maids, cooks and gardeners gathered in the Great Hall of Buckingham Palace to see the Queen leave for Westminster Abbey.

The whole of London seemed to be temporarily free from the stress of work, and all classes of people were eagerly waiting for the Queen’s coronation to take place, while off the Thames, a huge fleet reminiscent of the Royal Navy’s parade of ships in 1914 had already been assembled, including two heavy carriers commissioned after the war, eleven carriers, and the battleship battleship Vanguard lined up waiting for the parade of ships to begin. The parade began.

Aerial photographers circled over the parade fleet to record the scene.

King Farouk I of Egypt, who was also at the side of Admiral Mountbatten, was in a good mood and had his royal photographer take a bunch of pictures with the fleet in the background. Used to reflect the defiance of this trip to Britain!

At this moment, the streets of London are packed with people, more than two million people have taken to the streets, London has never seen so many people, near the Westminster Abbey in London, there are tens of thousands of people who have pitched tents for the night, just to personally participate in the ceremonial feeling of the coronation ceremony.

Reporters from major British newspapers have been waiting outside the church, ready to broadcast the coronation in real time, so that the whole world will know that the Elizabethan era is coming.

It was a drizzly day in London, and outside Westminster Abbey, a multitude of officials from Whitehall whispered under umbrellas, but the sudden rainfall did not disturb the coronation ceremony for even a second, neither for the journalists nor for the citizens who flocked to the church.

British citizens living outside of London watched every move throughout the coronation ceremony on a televised broadcast.

The Archbishop of Canterbury crowned Queen Elizabeth II at Westminster Abbey. The ceremony, which dates back centuries, displayed all the grandeur and splendor of the most significant royal celebrations.

All the royal paraphernalia such as the Jewel of Kingship, the Sceptre, the Holy Oil and St. Edward’s Great Crown were on display for the audience to see. The new Queen was fully rehearsed beforehand and appeared dignified and generous during the ceremony.

Queen Elizabeth’s coronation gown was sewn in gold and colored silk threads, decorated with diamonds, crystals, pearls, amethysts and rose-colored stones, and took six embroiderers three thousand hours to complete. The dress also featured motifs from across Britain and the Commonwealth: the Canadian maple leaf, the Pakistani sheaf of wheat, the South African lotus flower, the English rose, the Welsh leek, the Scottish thistle and the Irish shamrock.

The Queen’s husband, Prince Philip, expressed his allegiance to becoming the Queen’s wife in the presence of all. Inside Westminster Abbey, countless richly dressed noblemen pledge their allegiance to the crowned Queen along with Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. The Duke of Edinburgh stands beside the Queen, the first member of the royal family to show allegiance to her.

Outside the church, under a cloud of umbrellas was a different scene, as the officials of Whitehall had an open-air office.

The Overseas Commissioners, with umbrellas around Alan Wilson, were also talking about their work.

“The momentum of Farouk I.’s arrival in London this time can be a matter of concern to the whole of Egypt, and he is letting slip that he is going to talk to the Cabinet about the Suez Canal.”

“The situation on the Gold Coast is generally smooth, and we have reached an understanding with the new leaders of the independence movement. But it took a lot of money to buy them off.”

“Soldiers, especially officers who fought in the world wars, have always been a key target for the colonies to buy off. Like the local officer class in Nigeria, which now at least has an understanding with the colonial government.”

“We all hinted at putting the country into the hands of trustworthy and reliable people at the right time.”

Burke Trench, just opposite these groups of overseas commissioners, looked at Alan Wilson, surrounded in the midst of them, with a strange feeling in his mind, but then laughed dumbly and sighed that he was thinking too much.

As the Archbishop of Canterbury raised the St. Edward’s Crown high in the air and then lowered it onto the head of Her undisputed Majesty, the whole of London, and indeed the whole of England, erupted in a neatly harmonized cheer.

In this crowded and economically strained island nation, where people are always feeling sorry for themselves, complaining about politicians, the weather, prices, and foreigners, they needed something or someone to make them proud to be British.

When Elizabeth sat on the throne where Edward I once sat, crystal ball and scepter in hand, and answered the Archbishop’s question about her willingness to take on heavy responsibilities and make sacrifices with “I do”, the words echoed through Westminster Abbey, down the streets and across the seas, and everyone believed them.

It united the English. All eyes were riveted on the slender, elegant brunette in the center of the picture.

Queen Elizabeth, in her heavy gown, slowly walked out of the church at this time, and the crowd outside the church immediately fell silent, and the Whitehall officials outside the church all put their umbrellas away, the tips of their umbrellas touching the ground as if they were knights with long swords, to express their loyalty to the Queen.

Queen Elizabeth slightly forehead, sit on the golden carriage. The carriage drove toward the cheering crowd. Thousands of soldiers in straight uniforms, some on horseback and some on foot, marched for hours. A quarter of the citizens of London braved the rainfall just to witness the scene and enjoy the minutes.

When they saw the enthusiastic people who braved the rain on both sides of the road, ****** still smiled and waved to the people along the way.

Off the Thames, a huge parade of ships has been launched under the auspices of Admiral Mountbatten, the sky and formations of aircraft flying low over the Royal Navy fleet, in its own way to celebrate the arrival of the Elizabethan era.