Chapter Four: October 1607 Elizabeth had small hopes at the beginning of her reign that there would shortly be a revolution to overthrow the Catesby government. It hadn't happened, and seeing the situation in Scotland she could see that the issue was a serious lack of leadership. The Coronation was a clear example of this. Despite the fact that the Scots had had almost two years to plan this ceremony, infighting had delayed it until October. The weather was bad, and the fields of heather had turned an orange red. The one advantage was that Fawkes was busy trying to put out several metaphorical fires. Elizabeth had promised to help by meeting with the frustrated nobles and soothing their concerns. Fawkes refused to allow it, but Catesby became convinced that she would be acting for their benefit and told her to proceed. Fawkes was due to interview the nobles after the Queen spoke to them so Elizabeth had to be careful about what she said to them. She managed to convince disgruntled clergy to stay on and assured them that the Catholics were staying out of Scottish affairs. If she let them believe that she'd stop the English government before they were able to try, well it wasn't the fault of an inexperienced young girl. They certainly never mentioned it to Fawkes. It rained all Coronation Day. Elizabeth dressed herself, filling her gown with jewels where flowers had been in her London crowning. With almost nothing in bloom, Elizabeth ordered paintings of flowers to fill the Church and her own apartments here in Holyrood. When a priest and her ladies arrived to escort her to the Church, she selected one of the pictures as her bouquet. The priest was puzzled. "That's edelweiss from Germany, ma'am." "Is it? It's a nice size to carry." "Of course. It's just odd to find here." Elizabeth wasn't concerned, but then if it was a conspirator's message that was all good for her. "What does it mean?" "Loyalty, ma'am," one of her ladies noted. Elizabeth smiled. "That's lovely." The conversation was finished as far as she was concerned. She exited the palace and crossed the ground to the Church. There were some people waiting outside of the fence around the grounds. She waved to them and asked them for their prayers for her at her Coronation. The looks on her faces told them news of her crowning had not reached them yet. The Stone of Scone had come with her to Edinburgh and she knelt on it while another Catholic mass was celebrated for her anointing. It was still moving though. This was where her mother had been crowned and she was well aware the position it placed her in. She was even more determined to make sure that she was a good Queen, and that her father's killers were punished. And as she left the Church her hopes were given another sign of favour. Though the rain never stopped, the clouds briefly parted to allow the sun to peek through. The crowd, which had grown exponentially, cheered loudly at her return. "God save the Queen!" Elizabeth flushed with pleasure. She knew now what she had to do. She just needed to convince Catesby that she needed to be crowned in Ireland, and go on procession like her ancestors.