Boadicea

Looking up to me as I
looked down at her I informed
her humbly how honoured I
felt to be in her presence, to
finally meet the legendary 
figure she represented. She,
for her part, amiably and quite
without artifice or guile,
gracefully accepted my
appreciation of her historical
status. No air of solemn piety
or overweening pride
surrounded her, but a 
comfortingly sedate posture
as of an aged and valued
canine companion her
adoring humans, recognizing
in their rescue a nobility of spirit,
named the Basset hound who
returned their pride in their
regally composed companion 
with beaming, loving fidelity.