Chapter 68: A Queen’s Decision
April, 1556
“Our cousin, Emperor Charles is dead. Our cousin, King Ferdinand has succeeded him as Emperor.” Mary said reading from the letter that had come from their ambassador in Brussels. “Consequently, the new Emperor has moved the Imperial capital to Prague and has appointed his second son Ferdinand as governor in Vienna until such time as he decides otherwise.” She finished reading the letter and then said. “Well this certainly presents new opportunities. Our cousin the Emperor had reigned for forty years before his death and as such Europe bent to his will. Luis, would you say that Ferdinand is like his brother?” She asked the question knowing her husband had met the man a few times during his journeys.
“Not at all, Your Majesty.” Luis replied. “Where Charles looked to solve things through force first and diplomacy second, Ferdinand does the opposite. I feel that such a thing means we might get more chances from him.”
“We believe you are right.” Mary said. “Emperor Ferdinand has already set forward a proposal of a betrothal between our daughter Maria and his grandson Rudolf.”
She looked at Pembroke expecting him to present some sort of dissent, instead he said. “I think such a marriage would be a good one, Sire.”
Mary felt a pain then, she was due to enter her confinement soon, but she still insisted on attending council meetings. This from Pembroke surprised her. “You have quite changed your tune, my lord. Might we ask why?”
Pembroke blushed slightly. “Sire, I have seen the error of my ways. We would definitely gain more in terms of trade arrangements from a marriage to the Emperor’s family than Spain, due to the link that the Empire has with countries such as Hungary and Bohemia both of which see our products as necessary for their goods.”
Mary thought on that. “Indeed, though Spain is immediately to our south and an essential ally in the fight against France.” She had made up her mind somewhat, but she still wanted to hear from her council.
“France and Spain are at peace now, Majesty, but the way King Felipe acts, makes me think they will soon be at war. That is not something we wish to be involved in.” Pembroke replied.
Mary raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Pembroke did not initially speak, he drank a cup of wine and then said. “Majesty, I have read the reports that have come through from our ambassador in Spain. They do not make for good reading. The new King is impulsive, and demands all obey him no matter the madness of his ideas. I believe he shall renew war with France soon. An alliance with Spain through marriage would drag us into that war, and given the situation at home, I am not sure that is wise.”
Luis spoke then. “Pembroke is right, Your Majesty. The situation in the south west is a far more pressing concern than anything else right now.”
Ah, the south-west, where the Protestants had gotten some people together to burn monasteries and cause havoc. She sighed and asked. “Has Lord Bath managed to get them under control?” She had dispatched letters to the man urging him to act with haste, she knew what might happen should the Protestants get into the hand of things.
“He was badly wounded whilst fighting them, Majesty.” Pembroke said.
“So, they have attacked a servant of the Crown.” Mary surmised. She looked at Cranmer and asked. “Why should we not have them rounded up and burned for this?”
Cranmer was old and frail, his heretical ways had been spared by his recanting of them, and the good words that both her husband and Pembroke had spoken of him. He now looked terrified. “Majesty, burning them would simply make them martyrs and embolden others. No, conversation is the best way to proceed.”
“Conversation?” Mary asked. “We have given them a chance to approach with their concerns. They have not done so. We will not tolerate treason.”
“We must bring their leader in, then they will listen.” Cranmer said.
“How can you be so sure?” Mary asked. “Their leader is the one who demanded they sack monasteries.” Such a thing was an outrage to her and she wanted their blood.
Cranmer looked as if he were flailing for an answer, but he did not come up with one, instead, the Earl of Huntingdon did. “You put out a meeting place, Majesty, you say you will come and listen and then you kill them. But you make it seem that they attacked first.”
“That is dishonest and a sin.” Mary said.
“It is the only way to kill a wolf.” Huntingdon said. “Otherwise they will continue to spread.”