Chapter 244: Scandal
July, 1630
Anna Maria took a breath. She could understand where Henry was coming from. Spain was not somewhere they wanted to be associated with right now. What with the whole issue of the ships flying the Prince of Orange’s flag-an issue that hadn’t been resolved yet-followed by their snatching of Dutch colonies in the New World that had seen their power grow exponentially. But at the same time, did they really want to be even more closely tied with France?
Yes, the Siege of La Rochelle had ended, but that had simply sped up the King of France’s decision to reduce the Huguenots completely. Besides, their daughter Anne was married to the Duke of Orleans now, and may well be with child, if the letters that had come through from Paris were any indication. Surely that was good enough?
Henry didn’t seem to think so. It seemed he wanted the match with the Gonzaga girl that would strengthen ties with France and provide them with a good foot into Italy, regardless of the fact that their marriage already provided them with that. Still, she supposed it was a good thing to keep in mind. Especially with all the rumours swirling about plots and the like.
The doors opened and she stopped, finding herself looking at her Lord Chamberlain, the Earl of Dorset, bent over and in a fevered conversation with her Mistress of the Robes, the Countess of Arundel, and waited. Surely the two of them would turn around when they realised that she was in the room.
She waited, and waited, and when neither of them turned around she decided to clear her throat. The Countess was the first one to turn around and she very nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Anna standing there.
The woman hurriedly curtseyed. “Your Majesty.”
That prompted the Earl of Dorset to turn around and bow. “Your Majesty.” He said.
Anna smiled wryly. “So, what is the meaning of all of this?”
A look was exchanged between the two. The Earl was the one who answered. “I was asking The Countess of Arundel whether it would be right to raise a particular issue with you, Your Majesty.”
“And I was saying that this is the sort of thing the Star Chamber is for, Your Majesty.” The Countess said.
“And what issue is this?” Anna asked.
“A pamphlet that has recently been published, Your Majesty.” Dorset said.
“A pamphlet?” Anna replied, why would they need to come to her about a pamphlet.
“It is to do with Your Majesty, Ma’am.” Dorset said.
“It’s to do with outright treason is what it is!” Alethea, Countess of Arundel stated firmly.
“Do you have the pamphlet with you?” Anna asked, she might as well see the damned thing if they were going to make such a fuss about it.
Dorset blushed-he actually blushed-and replied. “I do not, Your Majesty.”
“Why not?” Anna asked. Surely if this thing necessitated him coming to her, he should have it.
“It is too scandalous.” Dorset said.
“Well, what does it say then?” Anna asked, her patience was beginning to run out.
Dorset shared a look with Alethea and then answered. “It is written by a man called William Prynne, Majesty. It refers to you as a ‘whore of Babylon’ who has led the King astray, turning him into something that completely contradicts what he was meant to be. And it calls for all good Protestants to remove you.”
Dorset had turned completely red by the end of his statement. Anna sighed. So, the insults had started, had they? First Pym with his oversized ego, and now this Prynne fellow. “And what does he claim the King is meant to be?” Anna asked.
“The Protestant Saviour, Ma’am.” Dorset replied.
Alethea sniffed at that, and Anna laughed.
So, that was the angle these fools were going for, was it? She the vile minx who had led her husband astray and led him away from his path of never-ending war? They really knew nothing didn’t they? Everything Henry was doing; he was doing to prepare for what might come when everything was said and done. There was no guarantee of an everlasting peace-much as she might like that-and thus she found these comments hilarious.
“Invite him here.” Anna said.
Dorset and Alethea exchanged surprised looks. “Ma’am?”
“Invite him here. Let us see if he is as brave facing the woman he so loathes as he is hiding behind a pen.” Anna commanded.
Dorset looked as though he thought she’d gone mad, but he nodded all the same. “Yes, Your Majesty.” With that he bowed and hurried off to go and do as she had commanded.
Once he was gone, Alethea looked at her and asked. “Are you sure that is wise, Your Majesty?”
Anna nodded. “I think it is good to know the enemy. Let us see whether he is as brave as he thinks he is.” And if he was then she knew what she was up against, if he wasn’t, well that would discredit him completely. She was only a woman after all.