Chapter 8: Winchester
July, 1688
Peter Mews, Bishop of Winchester looked at the painting above him. It showed the Virgin Mother with her child, the Lord Jesus as a babe, whilst the Angel Gabriel watched on from the heavens. It had been commissioned by King Charles I when his son and namesake had been born. Peter remembered hearing about it as a young lad in the church. He had served the King who had been responsible for the painting for a time, before becoming Bishop, and now here he was to meet the King’s niece. Princess Anne looked like her mother Anne Hyde, but with her father’s eyes and inquisitiveness.
“Thank you for coming, my lord,” the Princess said. “I hope the journey was not too bothersome?”
“Not at all Your Highness.” Peter responded. “I came as soon as I could.”
“I wished to speak with you about a few things, my lord.” The Princess said. “I know that you could not come to the meeting to decide the regency council, and I wished to know your views on what was decided.”
“I am in favour of a united regency council, Your Highness.” Peter responded. “I believe that is the best way to deal with any potential chaos or meddling from foreign powers. However, I could not come because there was one key matter which was not discussed.”
“My lord?” The Princess asked.
“Yes,” Peter continued. “Before he died, His Majesty King James ordered the arrest and trial of Seven Bishops amongst them His Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury. Nothing was said about their fate, and as such I had come to hope to settle the matter with you, Your Highness.”
Something strange happened then, the Princess blushed, before clearing her throat. “I must admit, my lord, until quite recently I had quite forgotten about them.” Something must have shown on his face, for the Princess quickly added. “It was not for lack of thought or concern, but simply that there was so much that needed to be done to resolve the matters arising from the King’s death.”
“I understand, Your Highness.” Peter said, and he did. “Still, now that those matters have been resolved, what will happen to them?”
The Princess shifted slightly, and Peter glanced up at the painting on the ceiling. He remembered what had come from that and from everything else that King Charles had done. “I have spoken with the Lord Chancellor and it has been agreed that the case against the Bishops is not strong, indeed, it was never strong. As much as it pains me to admit this, His Majesty King James was wrong to do as he had done. Therefore, the order is being made right now to have them released and restored to their offices.”
Peter nodded, he was relieved to hear that. “That is good, Your Highness. The Kingdom does not need another scandal.”
“My lord?” the Princess asked.
“I simply mean that since the King died and his son ascended the throne there has been a lot of talk, mostly gossip that there were some amongst the nobility who were plotting on removing the King.” Peter said.
The Princess’ face went white then, and Peter wondered at it. “I see. You do not believe such rumours, I trust, my lord?”
“Even if I did, they are no longer relevant. King James is dead, and his son sits the throne with a regency council to steer him towards a true and clear Protestant course.” Peter said, making his meaning clear by the way he looked at the woman opposite him.
The Princess nodded. “Of course, my lord. We will not be trying to bring any religious indulgences any time soon, of that you have my promise.”
“That is most wise, Your Highness. The Church and the Crown are intimately linked together, when the Parliament fails to support the Crown, it is the church that does so.” Peter said, repeating something his father had once said to him.
“Of course.” The Princess replied. There was a knock on the door, and a messenger hurried in, he handed the Princess a note which she read and smiled. The messenger left, and the Princess turned to him and said. “You will be delighted to know that the Bishops have been released of this moment and are returning to their parishes on the Morrow. There will be a feast today though, I trust you will stay behind.”
Peter smiled, the woman was clever. He looked forward to working with her. “Of course, Your Highness.” He said. “It would be my honour.”