Aware of her responsibilities as de facto supreme leader of the Fire Brigade, the Queen suppressed her desperation and sorrow and raised her glass for a toast.
„My dear Captain Cinderton, lieutenant Feuerbach, crew – thank you for your bravery! Once again you have proven why the Royal Brixton Fire Brigade is the supreme emergency force in the whole world. Please take my following your invitation tonight as a sign of deep gratitude and respect. Nevertheless, please understand that my husband and I are unable to stomach a bite under these horrific circumstances. I pray that your search party comes up successful, but I am realistic enough to understand the odds you are up against. If alive or… dead – just bring the Princess home, captain. Please, bring my sweet baby home.“
„You majesty, thank you for honoring us with your presence tonight. With the guidance of St. Florian I assure you, we will bring the Princess and Dr. Maxwell back to Brixton. Chief Goodwin and his men are still scanning the ice fields while another search party went back to the Skytanic for a last thorough sweep“, Captain Cinderton replied.
„Thank you, Captain. I put all my hope and trust in you and pray for your success. And now let’s honor the late great Captain Wheeler who died the only way he…“
„Let me through! I have to talk to her Majesty!“, a loud booming voice rumbled through the hall...
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