Chapter 102: Godolphin’s Farewell
November, 1710
Sidney cleared his throat and took a sip of wine. He knew that this conversation would be painful, but it needed to be had. His doctors had made it clear that he would not survive into the next year if he continued as he was. Therefore, he took another sip of wine and put the cup down, then looked up to find the King looking at him intently. The King was a young man at twenty-two and filled with energy, he had secured the succession and had brought innovative reforms to the Kingdoms, and Sidney was proud of him, but he also knew that he needed new blood.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Your Majesty.” Sidney said. “I know you are busy.”
The King waved a hand dismissively. “Not at all, we will always make time for you, Sidney. So, tell us how can we assist you?”
This was just one way in which the King was different to his father and uncle, he never demanded service, but always wanted to offer it. “This is more about how I might assist you, Sire.” Sidney replied.
The King raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
Sidney took another sip of wine and said. “As Your Majesty knows, I suffered from some ill health earlier this year, as such I have spoken with my doctors and they have told me that it would be best for my health if I retired from government business and from court. They have said that the stress of everything has caused my body to slowly disintegrate, though quicker than it normally would have. Therefore, in the interests of myself and of the state I am offering Your Majesty my resignation from the roles of Lord High Treasurer and Secretary of State.”
The King’s expression was unreadable, somewhere between shock, disappointment and acceptance. Sidney waited for a long time before he eventually got a response. “Whilst we are disappointed and sad to see you go, we understand your decision and we accept it.” The King said. “We will need you to formally hand over the staff of office before the next council meeting.”
“Of course, Sire.” Sidney said. “And thank you for being so understanding.”
The King nodded. “Though, perhaps before you go you can give us some advice.”
“Of course, Sire.” Sidney replied.
“Who would you recommend we name as your replacements?” The King asked.
Sidney didn’t have to think long on this, seeing as he’d thought about it much before. “For the position of Lord High Treasurer, I would recommend Robert Harley, Sire. He has done a good job as Speaker of the Commons and commands suitable influence there in order to keep it loyal, furthermore, he has a fine knowledge of numbers as shown by his growth in wealth investing in the Bank of England and the East India Company.”
“Very well, and for Secretary of State?” The King asked.
“I would recommend the Earl of Derwentwater, Sire. He is young, but he has demonstrated far more nous and understanding of the complex affairs of the realm than men twice his age.” Sidney said.
The King nodded. “Two choices we quite agree with, thank you.” Sidney bowed his head in recognition of the praise and then, the King added. “There was one more thing we wished to seek your advice one.”
“Sire?” Sidney replied.
“The war with France. Do you think it wise to continue pursuing a policy that has seen us only win three of the battles that have been fought in that war?” The King asked.
Sidney hesitated, a part of him understand the King’s concerns, they might control the waves, but their army was being humiliated on land by the old enemy, and the longer the war continued, the harder it would become to truly maintain an image of strength on the continent. On the other hand, they could not concede an inch to the French if they wanted the King’s image to remain strong at home. Though perhaps there was a way out. “Sire, I think that the war in the Spanish Netherlands will continue as long as the French King perceives a threat. It would be more ideal if we were to begin negotiations between all sides, and then try and reach a compromise. Additionally, I would focus more on the colonies, because they are a potential source of embarrassment for the French, and success there could force them to the table here.”
The King considered this. “Do you think that truly could work?”
“I think with the right prodding, anything can happen, Sire. Man, is the most malleable of all God’s creatures.” Sidney replied.
The King grinned. “This is very true, thank you, Sidney, you have been good friend and mentor.” With that the King rose, and Sidney with him, they shook hands and then the King departed, leaving Sidney feeling both relieved and sad.