So this is it. 1558. No Gloriana, no Good Queen Bess. Though amusingly enough, the monarch of England is unmarried, and may still be a virgin, to boot. So at least they have that in common!
I'm in agreement with Margaret Douglas here, and definitely not writing off a marriage between Lennox and Antoinette. Even though she seems to have soured on him personally, their getting married just makes too much sense politically - like Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, to name a particularly relevant example.
Libertine, by the way, is a terrific term. Much more evocative than "High Church", and far less ambiguous and confusing than "Anglo-Catholic" - a term that, for obvious reasons, I don't see catching on ITTL. And once again, a classic example of a group co-opting a detractor nickname.
I expect we're going to see the Puritans and the Libertines clashing sooner rather than later, what with... THE DISPUTE OF THE HYMNALS!
So, alas, no final Peace Treaty, and no resolution to the Tripartite Marriage Pact. But I'm sure they're forthcoming. As is, no doubt, Charles von Habsburg finally being created Prince of Asturias. And, of course, with all the foreshadowing this chapter... THE DISPUTE OF THE HYMNALS! (Sorry. Rule of Three and all that.)
And, as promised, I want to thank you for keeping Calais in English hands through 1558, the year it was lost once and for all IOTL. May Calais remain a part of the English patrimony until the end of time! Or at least until the end of the timeline.
Looks like he has about as much cunning as our Lord Darnley, then. And I also notice you concealed the identity of his future bride; I imagine she must be quite the mover and shaker to be able to talk back to someone of his standing.Suffice to say, when it is over, Charles Stuart's chance of marrying either sister is essentially nil. Indeed, his chances of being in the same room with Mary or Antoinette without having an urge to wet himself are also fairly low. And so the Earl of Lennox begins a lifelong habit of failing big.
I'm in agreement with Margaret Douglas here, and definitely not writing off a marriage between Lennox and Antoinette. Even though she seems to have soured on him personally, their getting married just makes too much sense politically - like Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, to name a particularly relevant example.
So in addition to being a poet, a general, and a statesman, he's also a theologian? Truly, Norfolk is staking his claim as one of history's greatest Renaissance Men.And so the two big camps of the Anglican Church now stand defined--the Puritans and the Libertines, both convinced they know what the Church of England needs and what has to be done.
Libertine, by the way, is a terrific term. Much more evocative than "High Church", and far less ambiguous and confusing than "Anglo-Catholic" - a term that, for obvious reasons, I don't see catching on ITTL. And once again, a classic example of a group co-opting a detractor nickname.
I expect we're going to see the Puritans and the Libertines clashing sooner rather than later, what with... THE DISPUTE OF THE HYMNALS!
The secrets of both the Dauphin's very poor health and the brash arrogance of the next-in-line are bound to get out now. The Duke of Alba definitely strikes me as the type of person who would make sure that they're leaked in Great Britain's general direction. This could be the long-awaited killing blow for the Tripartite Marriage Pact.Dauphin Francois, he notes, is a dull, sweet boy, very sickly and often 'incoherant of speech'. While his father Henri spends time looking for a bride for him, he does not do so with much urgency. Henri claims that it is because he fears that overtaxing himself in the marriage bed may ruin what health his heir has, but Alba notes (with usual combination of cunning and bluntness) that he is fairly certain the King is convinced that Francois will die shortly. Francois' deformed brother Charles is more active and forceful, but also sullen and rather vain, boasting openly how he will one day be King of Scotland. Henri is, in fact, preparing a trip for his son to meet his bride-to-be in Scotland. (Alba, aware of how things have gone in Scotland, is amused by all this.)
Now you've got me trying to imagine how he sounds. Is it more like Elmer Fudd or Homestar Runner? It's also unfortunate that he has both an l and r in his name, side-by-side: he would pronounce it Cawwos.The ambassador also notes that while he'd heard that Charles stutters, he saw no evidence of this in his talk, with the young Prince's only speech impediment being a slight difficulty with his ls and rs 'that he takes great pains to correct'.
Speaking of Elmer Fudd, allow me to quote Bugs Bunny: What a maroon! Looks like we're going to have a Huguenot Prince, who stands a very good chance of becoming King. The obvious question is: will he find Paris to be well worth a mass?Queen Catherine assures him she can get little Henri to give up this nonsense, but the King feels that her coddling of the boy is what caused it in the first place. No, he'll have this handled his way. He's certain a regimen of beatings and stern religious teachers will bring Prince Henri back to his senses.
For the Originalists to really cement themselves in Irish society, they need a perfect storm. Now the Catholic infrastructure is weakened, but there's still trouble on the other side. If the English were to get wind of this, they might be able to put an end to all of it before it even got started. Unless, of course, the English found themselves in the middle of a religious dispute, like, say... THE DISPUTE OF THE HYMNALS! Ah, it's all falling into place now...And Irish Catholicism suffers another blow--O'Teague, his dander still up from the vigorous discussion, dies suddenly of a heart attack returning from the debate.[8] As Ireland is largely cut off from the Catholic world, this means it will be some time before they get a new Archbishop of Armagh.
I've said it twice already, do you really want me to say it again? No? All right.King Henry plays a careful balancing act in his appointments--for example he grants Matthew Parker, generally seen as having Libertine sympathies, the Archbishophoric of Canterbury, while John Hooper,[16] a Puritan supporter, is granted the Archbishophoric of York.
Poor Edward. Both of his nicknames are perfectly apt right now. I imagine he'll be in no hurry to remarry, but who knows? Maybe Dowager Queen Anne has one last matchmaking hurrah left in her.The disease takes other noteworthy victims--Arthur Fitzroy buries his mother, Mary Howard[17], while Edward Tudor suffers greatly--his young son Thomas is among the dead. Even worse, his wife Barbara catches the illness while recovering from her latest pregnancy--a daughter--and dies shortly thereafter.[18] The double loss hits Edward hard, though he, as always, keeps a tight control over his emotions. While he can never have said to have loved his wife, he has become used to having her around--as for his son, it is the loss of his brother all over again. (Indeed, many of his odes written after this begin to conflate the pair.) Edward retires into seclusion for several months, watching over his remaining son, Edgar, and his newborn baby daughter, Barbara.
Bermuda! As far as being left unmolested goes, they couldn't have picked a much better place. We'll see if this occurs to them. Or, if it doesn't, where they go from there. All the way to Brazil? There's plenty of enticing land on the way...Unfortunately, the expedition encounters a storm--badly damaged, it is forced to stop for repairs in the remote island of Bermuda in late November, where de Villegaigon manages to expertly navigate the difficult shoals that surround the isle. It will take several months to repair the damage--still Bermuda is quite hospitable...
So, alas, no final Peace Treaty, and no resolution to the Tripartite Marriage Pact. But I'm sure they're forthcoming. As is, no doubt, Charles von Habsburg finally being created Prince of Asturias. And, of course, with all the foreshadowing this chapter... THE DISPUTE OF THE HYMNALS! (Sorry. Rule of Three and all that.)
And, as promised, I want to thank you for keeping Calais in English hands through 1558, the year it was lost once and for all IOTL. May Calais remain a part of the English patrimony until the end of time! Or at least until the end of the timeline.
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