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Property of a Lady

She was seated only five rows back from the front of the podium, but I didn't see the young woman wearing the necklace and blue and white silk scarf until her surprise bid blew up the auction. As I would discover only in those frantic hours after the hammer dropped and it was already too late, no one else had either.

It an invitation only affair and, if knew Philip, everyone there had been vetted. True, there were few houses that catered to those uber wealthy buyers and sellers for whom, as Philip explained with the classic understatement of an English gentleman: "discretion is an important criteria." But, if some whisper ever leaked out that someone had slipped into the inner-circle, his clientele would vanish like wisps of back-room cigarette smoke in the draft of a suddenly opened door.

Despite the secrecy, Philip's was packed. The auction had been the buzz of London's more clandestine circles for a month. Still, I was surprised when Alister Stewart—who had presided over each of the last five record-setting auctions at the largest London house—took both the podium, and command of the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen I draw your attention to the only lot offered this evening." Two white glove clad members of the staff placed a display case centre stage. "Two engraving proofs on parchment depicting a female bust facing right, necklaced..." Stewart paused, and ran a knowing look across the sale floor. "...crowned and mantled."

Several gasps from the audience.

"And a coat of arms quarterly first and fourth France modern, 2nd and 3rd England." Again Stewart paused. "Supported by lion and dragon. Both proofs signed by Sir John York, Master of the Mint.

"On their own remarkable works of a master artisan, but tonight not alone."

The aides shifted the larger case to reveal a smaller one behind.

"Accompanied by the exquisitely engraved coin dies, and a gold sovereign of half a troy ounce; hammered. Obverse and reverse bearing the proofed designs, the arms of Lady Jane Grey marshalled to what might have been had she been crowned. Dated, 1553."

As if on cue, the aides turned the case. A glint of gold flashed from the coin.

The murmurs grew.

"Available for private sale for the first time, the sole example of coinage minted during the nine day reign of Lady Jane Grey, the uncrowned successor of Edward VI, executed in February of 1554. A singular artistic evolution of concept, to design, to execution... to coin a phrase."

"Shall we begin at two hundred thousand pounds sterling?"

Even these years later, I remember her profile ("facing right, necklaced") with uncanny clarity: pale, fair-haired, a dusting of freckles on her nose. Her eyes were cold; determined. She could not have been more than twenty five years old but when she spoke her voice rang through the din of the crowd like the chime of a lovely bell.

"One million pounds sterling," she said.

And the room went silent.

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Eva Yaa Asantewaa's avatar

This latest prompt is absolutely lovely and intriguing. So capacious! Question, I guess. I wonder if it would have been good to suggest that writers also upload a photo of the visual image they're writing about.

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