A Royal Night Out Page #2

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going on to that wizard all-nighter

at Chelsea Barracks.

Whatever you want. Tonight we're in charge.

There you are. Don't you look lovely.

Well, Captain Pryce and Lieutenant Burridge

from the Guards at Chelsea Barracks

will be your chaperones.

Chaperones?

They will escort you to the Ritz

and stay with you all night long.

Ma'am, we are honoured

by this great and sacred charge.

Lieutenant Burridge?

Deeply, ma'am. Inexpressibly.

I'm sure you will have a wonderful time

under their close and

scrupulous supervision.

- Understood?

- Yes, Mummy.

Back by midnight.

- Midnight?

- That's not fair.

Come on, darling. Peace begins at midnight.

We'd like you to be out there

watching us in the crowd.

Lillibet,

I want to know how they all

really feel at that moment.

Hmm?

One o'clock, not a minute later.

Margaret?

Best behaviour, honestly.

No question.

Now, off you go.

Ladies and gentlemen, get your flags!

Driver, hurry it up, will you?

We have a schedule to keep to.

That's one glorious party out there.

Isn't it marvellous?

Horn, man!

- Horn!

- Yes, sir.

Captain Pryce, Lieutenant Burridge,

do please remember that we are incognito.

Then, Junior Subaltern Windsor,

please do adjust the angle of your cap.

I prefer not to be seen with an officer

who is improperly dressed.

Thank you.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Excuse me! Beg your pardon, ma'am.

Bear with me just a moment, please.

Out of the way, you people.

We need to get through here.

Hey, buddy!

Buddy! Come on up here!

- We got a load of liberated champagne!

- There's so many.

- Excuse me.

- Hey, baby. How you doing, huh?

- Margaret.

- Clear off, you...

- Relax.

- Come along.

Come with me, ma'am.

He called me baby.

- Champagne, sir?

- Your Royal Highnesses.

We're incognito. Lizzy, Mags.

- Yes, Your Highness.

- We're here for the dancing.

Champagne.

Ma'am.

This way.

Waiter.

Other exits?

This is the only one, sir.

Your guests await you, ma'am.

Guests?

My Lords, ladies and gentlemen,

Her Royal Highness, the Princess Elizabeth

and Her Royal Highness,

the Princess Margaret.

Bloody Mummy.

- Can you see them?

- They're over there, I think.

Hey!

- Hey.

- Time for a quickie, surely, sir.

Burridge. Not tonight, Burridge.

Get back here. Not tonight.

Lord and Lady MacCloud.

Ma'am, just delighted.

Understand there is a visit scheduled

to our Scottish estate.

Your great-grandmama shot with us,

450 grouse in the game-book that day.

Burridge.

Oh, fantastic.

Captain.

Get back where you belong,

Lieutenant Burridge.

We have our own suite

at the railway station.

So looking forward to welcoming

the royal train there once again.

Loosen up, old man.

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