![]() ![]() ![]() After a final look and bow he left the room slowly as two workmen closed and sealed the Queen’s coffin behind him.Īt her funeral procession in Windsor, Abdul Karim walked with the principal mourners. His lips mouthed a silent prayer to Allah to rest her soul. He touched his hand to his heart and stood silently, fighting back tears. Above all, her stubborn defence of him at all times. His thoughts raced through the years spent in her company: their first meeting when he had stooped to kiss her feet at Windsor in the summer of 1887 the lazy days spent together as he taught her his language and described his country the gossip and companionship they shared her generosity to him her loneliness that he understood. She had given him – a humble servant – more than a decade of unquestioned love and respect. The Munshi’s face was a map of emotion as he gazed at his dead Queen, her face lit by the softly glowing candles. The King, knowing his mother’s wishes, allowed him a few moments alone with her. The Munshi entered, his head bowed, dressed in a dark Indian tunic and turban. He would be the last person to see her body alone. The King then allowed Abdul Karim to enter the Queen’s bedroom. Each stood for a few moments before the coffin of the woman who had ascended the throne at the age of eighteen and proceeded to define an age. The procession filed past – her son and heir Edward VII and his wife Queen Alexandra, the Queen’s children and grandchildren, together with a collection of her most trusted servants and Household members. A bunch of white lilies was placed in her hand. She looked, as one witness described, ‘like a lovely marble statue, no sign of illness or age’, regal in death as she had been in life. The Queen lay in her coffin, her face covered by her white wedding veil. The Royal family had been summoned to say their last farewells. She was now dressed according to her wishes for this final journey to Windsor. The eighty-one-year-old Victoria had died peacefully in her sleep three days earlier, her family beside her. ![]()
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