Chapter 74: William, Hold Your Head Up
The Hague was dull and grey, rain hammered at the windows. Autumn had come in full force after the joys of summer. William, Prince of Orange, and Stadholder of the Netherlands kept his eyes trained on the men in front of him, though his mind wandered toward his children, who were growing so very quickly. Deciding that he needed to get things going, he spoke.
“My lords, we have been sat here for three hours already and yet we have not even come a consensus about what to do with the taxation levels. I find that to be quite disappointing and surely in need of change.” It was the beginning of the working week, and already William wanted to return to his estates.
The Grand Pensionary a man who William despised, replied. “Your Highness, surely you must appreciate that we cannot rush through something as complicated as this. There are three to four things that need resolving. The allocation of funding for the military the allocation of funding for poor relief and finally rebuilding the castle fortresses alongside our border with the Spanish. We cannot simply grant more money to these ventures. Not without taking money from elsewhere.”
“I understand that, my lord.” William replied, usually he and the Grand Pensionary got along just fine, but recently the man had been more and more obstinate. “And I believe and I am sure you will agree with me, that with France looking evermore hungrily at the Spanish Low Countries we must maintain a strong army. Indeed, we must if necessary take control of the border fortresses with France, from the Spanish. We cannot, in good conscience let the invalid King overrule us there. As to the need for taking money from elsewhere, that is not true. I have looked at the books and have seen that we are more than within a surplus of treasury funds. Indeed, we are benefitting from the current peace and trade with Russia, to have enough money to leave for war.”
“So, you would rather endanger that peace, and the stability of the continent for something that might well be inevitable?” The Pensionary responded. “I would rather the funds were focused on the navy instead of the army. We can deliver several blows to the French on sea. Whilst on land we would need to rely on the Emperor and the Spanish. Both of whom are not reliable. Furthermore, we must display to the Britannic people that we are not weak. They are already looking at taking our colonies.”
William ran a hand over his head, they had been discussing this one point for the past hour. “You know something, my lord? I think that you are more concerned with keeping your own investments secure than the interests of the republic. I believe the time has come for us to actually discuss France instead of your own interests.” The Pensionary looked quite offended at that, but remained silent. William continued speaking. “We have an alliance with Russia sealed through the betrothal of my daughter with the Tsarevich, however, Russia is too far away to be of help with France. Therefore, we must strengthen ties with Britannia. They have a strong fleet, and a strong army, they demonstrated solid capabilities during the Six Years War. I would suggest that a member of my family marry into theirs.” He looked at his cousin and said. “Cousin, perhaps your daughter could marry Queen Anne’s son the Duke of York, they are of an age are they not?”
His cousin, who served as an advisor, pertaining to William’s good favour nodded. “Indeed, I believe that is true, Your Highness.”
The Pensionary spoke then. “Why not marry your son to the Queen’s daughter, Your Highness? Surely that would be more beneficial and would bring a dowry instead of sending one off.”
“I have plans for my son’s marriage.” William replied. “A more continental marriage, one that might actually strengthen our hands in terms of handling France.” That was a bluff, in truth he wanted to see how the Pensionary responded to this suggestion.
“I do not think that would be wise, Your Highness. Britannia has emerged from the last war, a growing power. We need the money and the connections, and with no ill meaning to the Prince Henry, but I do not think that his daughter would be a suitable bride to offer here.” The Pensionary said.
William looked at his cousin, who remained mute, William smiled then. “And there you have it. My lord, we must first offer the marriage of my cousin’s daughter, before we offer my son. We cannot offer the prize before offering the bait. The Britannic people are a proud lot, yes, but the Queen is well aware of how things stand between our two nations. We can bring them to table over various issues, including France and the colonial disputes.” It was a rough shot in the dark, but he hoped it would work.
The Pensionary was silent for a moment, seemingly unsure whether to believe him, then gradually he sighed. “Very well, Your Highness, I consent.” William smiled, this would be an interesting time.