The Sovereign and its Company are multiple, and multiply formed. Anything can be deputized. The historical glory and moral authority of the sovereign and its company melts away, and then reconstitutes itself, constantly. Haunted by it’s own past, it splinters into shadowy incoherence, and then re-forms to greet the future. The question is, till when?

Seasons change. An assemblage over two centuries – where beast, machine and regalia strut, stop and stray in promenade – cranks the force of horsepower to confront change, and induce its will. Time strains at the leash.