She camped it up magnificently, travelling down the Danube for her coronation in a barge festooned in Hungarian colours, galloping on a horse (a requirement of being crowned Monarch of Hungary!) and breathtakingly playing to the gallery. In a perhaps even more hysterical trip later in the year she held up her super-weapon before the Diet: a son, the tiny Joseph, whose existence ensured the continuity of the Habsburg line (albeit via the mother, which remained contentious
