Chapter 87: Bread
March, 1612
“You said you had news regarding the bread supply?” Marie de Medici, Regent of France asked, looking at Villeroy.
“I do.” The man replied, looking exhausted.
“Well?” Marie replied.
“Things are not looking good, Majesty.” Villeroy replied.
“How so?” Marie asked.
“The cost is increasing.” Villeroy said.
“What?!” Marie exclaimed. “I thought the cost was gone because the Crown had bought all the bread?” That’s what Villeroy had suggested they do.
“It seems that because the Crown bought all the bread and is giving it away for free, the bread producers are making a loss, furthermore, because the Crown is giving the bread away for free in such large quantities, the debt is remaining stagnant.” Villeroy said.
“So, your little gamble has failed?” Concini asked sardonically.
Marie shot the man a withering glare and then looked back at Villeroy. “What does this mean? Are the people getting fed?”
“They are, Majesty. But the longer that the Crown does this, the harder the consequences become in the long term.” Villeroy replied.
“What sort of consequences?” Marie asked.
“We will need to raise taxes, Majesty. One way or another a tax rise must be implemented. Which will mean going to the Parlements, and they will cause trouble when they get a sense of what needs to be done.” Villeroy said bluntly.
“How large a tax rise?” Marie asked.
“Roughly ten to fifteen percent.” Villeroy said.
Marie whistled. “That much?” The anger at that would be high, very high, she imagined.
“Yes, Majesty.” Villeroy said.
“And there is no other way of clearing off the debt?” Marie asked.
Villeroy was about to respond, but before he could Concini spoke. “There is, Majesty.”
Marie looked at him and asked. “How?”
“Simply put we must target those of the King’s subjects who are making money through means that are not officially sanctioned by the state.” Concini said. “We must also consider selling off some assets that have begun to grow nicely.”
Marie frowned, what was Concini talking about. “Explain.” She commanded.
Concini sighed. “Majesty, the Huguenots are making money through the agreements that King Henri made with them, but those agreements are in violation of everything that the Crown stands for. If we are to clear off the debt and not build resentment, we must target the Huguenots. Secondly, any investments that the Crown has made in such ventures must be sold off, to encourage others to do the same. This will raise funds that can be used to clear the debt.”
“Such a move would violate the Edict of Nantes and undermine trust in the Crown, Majesty.” The Lord Chancellor of France said then.
“Undermine whose trust?” Concini fired back.
“Everyone’s.” The Lord Chancellor said. “This would be a unilateral action that would create tension and show that the Crown’s word cannot be trusted.”
“Not if it is worded properly.” Concini said.
Marie held up a hand to stop the Chancellor from protesting. “Go on.” She said looking at Concini.
“We can phrase this as the Huguenots doing their duty to the Crown, and to the rest as the Huguenots doing their fair share, to prevent any resentment from growing.” Concini said.
Marie considered it and then looked at Villeroy. “What do you think?” She asked of him.
“I think that we might have to do it, Majesty.” The man said.
“Why?” Marie asked slightly surprised.
“The Spanish have agreed to everything that we have asked of them, Majesty.” Villeroy said. “But they had one request.”
“That we do something about the Huguenots?” Marie asked. She had had a feeling that something like this would happen, though she was reluctant to fully agree with it all. She wanted to keep something of her husband’s after all.
“Yes, Majesty.” Villeroy said.
“And if we do that, then a double marriage will occur and they will grant us trade concessions?” Marie asked.
“Yes, Majesty.” Villeroy said.
Marie considered this. On the one hand this would be a violation of what her husband had worked hard for. On the other hand, it was necessary to clear off the debts that her husband and his predecessors had left. She took a deep breath and then looked at Villeroy. “I want you to draw up a list of Huguenot businesses that are suspect, and set the rate for them.”
“Majesty.” Villeroy said.
“I also want you to speak with the English ambassador to see if England would be willing to take some Huguenots in.” Marie said, she imagined that some would want to flee when this became common knowledge.
“Majesty.” Villeroy replied.
“And summon the Prince of Conde here.” Marie said then.
“Majesty?” Villeroy asked sounding uncertain.
“Conde is the leading Prince not of the immediate family, he must be brought here so that we can get his view on things.” Marie said, the man was also supposed to be a member of the Council, but his attendance was always sporadic.
“Of course, Majesty.” Villeroy replied.
Marie nodded then asked. “Is there anything else?”
“A missive has come from the Sultan, Majesty, asking for a renewal of the alliance.” Villeroy said.
Marie shifted. She didn’t feel comfortable allying with a Muslim state, something about it just smacked her the wrong way, but again, this was something that France had been doing for years, so perhaps she was not right to go against it. “Would this be beneficial to us?” She asked.
“I think it would, Majesty.” Villeroy said. “It would help ensure that our ships do not get harassed when travelling toward the Sultan’s territory or his dependencies, which will be beneficial for trade.”
Marie considered this. As much as she was loath to ally with the Sultan if the benefits that Villeroy mentioned became apparent and stopped them having to overtly target the Huguenots then she would be happy with it.
With that in mind, she took a breath and said. “Very well, send a reply to the Sultan affirming that we will renew the alliance.”
“Very good, Your Majesty.” Villeroy said. Marie nodded, then rose, she was done for now.