Dreams of Camelot: England 1517
Henry dreamed.
It was an old dream. And a new. He saw England, His England - stretched before him. He saw a great land, at peace, green, fertile and bountiful. And he saw himself - a king in glory.
It changed. He saw battle. War. Death. Prestige. Old lands in France retaken. His place in history assured. The Battle of the Spurs. He lived it again. The sound and smell of battle. The French in retreat. Victory. His victory - though why did it feel hollow?
He saw two men before him. Each great and powerful. Armies and gold at their backs. Francis and Charles. Besides them his own kingdom looked small, HE looked small. This was not right. He should be a great king. He was King of England.
His brother’s voice. Arthur. Whispering to him. Doubts, so many doubts. The brother who had been meant to be king. Then his father’s. Disappointed. So disappointed. Failures, divisions, the dynasty ending. Where was the golden age? Where was Camelot? Henry’s dreams and ambitions.
His brother’s voice again. Telling him to be better, be stronger, be great. Glory and prestige. His lost son, Henry. Dead six years back. The memory scarred him. Heartbroken of the loss of his son, his heir. Mary. Catherine. Another woman. All came to him. His father again: where was the Camelot he had dreamt off? He lost his Arthur - could Henry be that? Could he ensure one?
Henry was woken suddenly. A page. The queen was in labour. They hadn’t been sure this time. A miscarriage had threatened before*, but none came. He was taken to her. The doctors were there, the priests, the sycophants. It seemed to drag on. Hours. He went inside, came out again, paced. Prayed. Then came the news, the blessed news. A son. Catherine had born him a son. A name? Henry was the obvious choice - but no the memories of the lost son. Edward? The dream. His father, brother. Camelot.
“Arthur”.
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Arthur, Prince of Wales, was born to Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon on November 10th 1517. The pregnancy had been a difficult one but the prince had been born safely and healthily and Catherine too delivered the child without suffering anymore than usual for a woman in that time.
King Henry was ecstatic about the birth of a child, but wary too following the death of his son Henry in 1511. The king took great pains to ensure the safety of the prince and attended a special session of Mass to thank God for his son and to ensure his continuing health. The bells were rung out across England and a great tournament was held by Henry organised by his chief minister and adviser Cardinal Thomas Wolsey. The birth of a healthy son re-enamoured Henry with his wife and saw the end of his ongoing affair with Elizabeth Blount. Though Henry would of course have other mistresses in his time as king his committed in marriage to Catherine would remain unbroken until her death. There was now renewed hope for further children.
Following the birth of the prince and his naming, Henry VIII took on his father’s dream to create a new Camelot in England. Henry VIII had long been obsessed with stories of chivalry and knightly virtue. A long admirer of the joust and its heroes as well as taking seriously his membership as a member of both Order of the Garter and Order of the Bath. These ceremonies and honours he received as a child left a great imprint on the young king. Henry was determined to create an era of peace and prosperity at home during his reign, which when compared to the religious disorder of the continent in this period he did indeed achieve. He was committed to handing over to his son a kingdom united and at peace. If there were battles to be fought, and there always would be, they would be abroad. In France. As the never ending conflict between Valois and Habsburg would soon once more flare into life.