Elizabeth Stuart: Pawn, Avenger, Queen

Chapter 21
Chapter 21: October 1613

The afternoon after Cecil's funeral, the Queen met with her Cabinet. She'd hoped to go over what she'd learned on the continent as soon as she'd gotten back, but there were just too many pressing concerns.

So now she sat with her ministers and Gin, who had a sack of various visual aids. The men were no doubt curious, though that would no doubt be replaced by shock at what Elizabeth had to say. "Lords and gentlemen, I need you to take action for my sake, and that of the Kingdom. And I will not lie to you, these acts will risk war with the Holy Roman Emperor."

Shock was followed by panicked reluctance. "We haven't yet heard back from our agents in Paris-" Salisbury warned.

"-even with the support of the Protestant Union-" Lord Hamilton, the Scottish representative worried.

"We can't get drawn back into those Wars of Religion-" Lord Cork, the Irish representative winced.

Elizabeth let her ministers squawk for a few moments then rapped in the table in front of her. "I'm aware what an incredible risk this is. But once you see what we've uncovered, I'm sure you'll agree we need to act. And there is a hope that if we do our job we might in fact prevent a war."

That silenced them all. The Queen gestured to Dare who placed what was now Elizabeth's sword on the table. "This was recovered from one of raiding parties. The King Consort confirmed that it's of far higher quality than most bandits could ever buy."

"Yes, it could be stolen," Elizabeth allowed, cutting off that debate. "But we've seen more of them on our return. Enough to look like someone is arming them."

They are also far better organized than they should be," Gin noted. "A key part of our escape from their trap was the reconnaissance from my men. They found an interconnected force that moved to cover gaps and showed both communication and common training."

"Mercenaries then?" Salisbury asked. Gin felt badly for the man. Though holding together, he was pale and far quieter than he'd been even when she first arrived.

"Yes, my Lord," she answered. "And the most likely sources for those mercenaries are Hapsburg."

"But surely the situation can't be that grave," insisted the advisor to the Church of Wales. "You did manage to get here unmolested."

Elizabeth shook her head. "Even with our scouts, we still saw combat three times. And that was with warriors used to not using roads and several subterfuges."

Gin pulled put a bird's mask. The type doctors used during the plagues, and the ministers flinched back reflexively. "Many pulled back from this attire, as you do. But to do this regularly is untenable."

"Which means we need to break an outwardly looking crime movement that extends through outwardly looking friendly territory. You can see how this could go badly if misinterpreted," Elizabeth explained.

"Or used as pretext," Salisbury noted.

"May I speak, ma'am?" The Archbishop of Canterbury was introspective, and rarely spoke at Council.

Elizabeth nodded warmly. "Of course, sir."

"I don't see how we can morally refuse her Majesty's orders," he admitted.

"Really?" The Archbishop of Dublin gasped.

"There is one thing that hasn't been mentioned yet," Canterbury noted. "These are cruel men dispatched across many lands. Though their target may be our peoples, they put hundreds of innocent lives at risk. Now that we are aware of them, we must respond."

The church advisors were immediately convinced by that argument. And there were other helpful ideas there too. "That could be our official response," Hamilton suggested. "Humanitarian assistance could persuade France and the Emperor not to intervene."

"Very good", Elizabeth told them. "Please make up what plans you need. I'd like to see my children again before Christmas."

"Yes, ma'am," they all answered.
Chapter 22
Chapter 22: All Hallows Eve, 1613

Frederick V, Elector in the Holy Roman Empire and King Consort in England, pored over a letter from his wife. His third since she'd departed though it was unclear if any had been sent that hadn't made it through.

This missive, like the previous two, had come across the French border. Which for now was more secure than going through the Spanish Netherlands or the Dutch ones. It pointedly did not mention the situation which meant Elizabeth didn't trust it to not be seized. Or read by the French. Or both.

Which gave him the excuse not to send the children home by that route. He knew Elizabeth missed them desperately but Heidelberg felt almost like home with them there.

Things in the Electorate were at a stalemate. He could wipe out local bandits, but these men could simply pull back to where their cohorts were stationed and move back in when his back was turned. But his troops were frustrated that nothing was being done.

"Sir. Sir! A messenger from Cleves!" That was good, in that they'd had no word from Cleves in over a week. But looking at the worried guard and the exhausted rider, it was clear that would be the only good news.

Frederick frowned. "Thank you. What is it?"

"It's too dangerous for the villagers to take their goods into the towns to sell," the messenger announced. "Cleves is close enough to the Netherlands to get supplies but Dusseldorf is starving."

"Damn." And nothing they could do would last beyond a few days. But they couldn't do nothing. At least his troops would be less anxious. "Get the men together. We ride within the hour."
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Chapter 23
Chapter 23: All Saints, 1613

Breaking the blockade of Dusseldorf went as anticipated. Which was to say that the bandits got away to rejoin their compatriots.

Frederick's team escorted the peasants of the surrounding area into the city walls. The plan was for many of them to remain, protecting them and providing caretakers for food animals over the winter. But the Ducal Elector was unsatisfied.

As he rode, Frederick contemplated his problems. He was unhappy here, and unless things calmed down he'd never be able to go home to London.

Yes, he'd been away since he was a child. And this wasn't home; not even Heidelberg was, as he hadn't even lived there before he was sent to Britain. And as fall was giving way to winter, Frederick wanted nothing more than to be with his whole family, with a cup of milled wine in front of a roaring fire--

"Wait a minute." Elizabeth hadn't taken all the Roanoke scouts with her. Frederick gestured for one to join him. "It's almost nightfall. Despite appearanced the bandits aren't ghosts. They must be settled down in a camp somewhere for the night."

"I'd assume so," the scout told him. "We'll be safely behind the walls before any ambush they could set up. There's nothing to be gained by not setting up camp."

"Could you find them without getting caught?" Frederick had the beginning of an idea, and depending on what he heard his mood might rise.

The scout smiled, seeming to understand. "Yes, sir. We could lead a group back as well without getting caught."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

* * *

The plan worked better than they could have planned. The bandits were totally surprised and as the leader was brought before Frederick, the man still in his undergarments, they got more than they'd hoped.

"Sir! We are no bandits!" he insisted. "Just simple--"

Frederick cut him off. The accent was unmistakable. "You're Austrian."

"No, I--"

"Yes." The scout in charge of the reconnaissance dumped the bandits clothes on the ground. "We found this when he was trying to put his pants on."

Frederick's face darkened. Like the man's accent, Frederick recognized the clothing as well. "That is an Imperial uniform. Who sent you here?"

"No- Retired-" the officer stammered.

"Enough! Take him back to the city. Do what you need to for him to speak." It seemed they'd soon have proof that someone, presumably the Archduke, was secretly undermining his patrimony. And as annoyed as he was, he could now hope he could finally break this stalemate.
Chapter 24
Chapter 24: November 1613

Salisbury arrived at the Queen's withdrawing room, and was unsurprised to see her Majesty was with Virginia Dare. For the last few weeks, whenever the Queen had something regarding the continent to discuss with him, she inevitably had her top agent with her.

Not that Salisbury minded. Dare was unlike any woman he'd ever met (though the Queen was picking up some of those characteristics), and it was fascinating to watch her work through a problem. "Your Majesty. Miss Dare."

"Make sure the door is closed," Elizabeth told him. The two women looked happy to see him, but the severe expressions on their faces told him they'd gotten bad news. And since he hadn't heard anything it was likely through her American agents.

He made sure that there was no one outside as he secured the door.

"How are preparations coming?" The Queen asked.

"Parliament secured payment," Salisbury told her. "We can go anytime."

"Good," Elizabeth replied. "I've received word from the King Consort and it confirms a lot of our fears." She retrieved a letter from inside a book, which told him a lot about how concerned she was about security.

As he read it, he could see that concern was more than justified.

Salisbury's blood ran cold. "Imperial officers running these gangs?" This would mean that any attack would almost certainly result in war with the Holy Roman Empire. What were they to do?

But he'd apparently missed something vital as Dare leaned forward, "Did you read the last yet, my lord?"

He hadn't, but when he did the Consort's words intrigued him. "I understand that this will cause alarm in the government and encourage delay. But should this missive not reach you - and I've given orders it be destroyed before capture - you can proceed anyway," Salisbury read. "It sounds like he wants you to pretend you didn't receive this."

Dare nodded. Elizabeth agreed, "That was our suspicion as well. It gives us plausible deniability with the Empire at least, should we need it." Having said that, the Queen took the letter back and tossed it in the fireplace.

"I'll order the army aboard our ships," Salisbury declared. "They can leave in less than four hours."

"And I'll be with them as well," Elizabeth told him.

Salisbury thought that was a terrible idea. "Ma'am!"

"I know what you're going to say. But I'm going."

But he persisted. "Your Majesty, the nation needs you here. We can't do without you."

"The most important decisions I need to make will be concerning the liberation of the Palatinate. I will be able to make those more quickly on one of our ships."

"It's not like when she was in Heidelberg," Dare reminded him. "Your ships can cross the Channel in hours if you need her."

That was true. Salisbury was still concerned though. "You'll be with her?" he asked Dare.

She smiled. "Of course."

"Lord Salisbury, we are wasting time we don't have arguing over this," the Queen told him.

Well, it's not like he could stop her. "You're right. Good luck, your Majesty."

"Thank you."
Chapter 25
Chapter 25: Bonfire Night 1613

Remember, remember the fifth of November. At home this was a time of near riots, as grateful British subjects celebrated the liberation of their nation from its popish takeover. But Frederick wasn't home, nor was he at his second home in Germany.

No, the Elector had been summoned to Vienna, to personally press his charge that Imperial officers were terrorizing the west bank of the Rhine.

The Emperor was, not unexpectedly, shocked that there was actual evidence of this conspiracy. No doubt he'd hoped that this was all circumstantial. "This cannot stand, naturally. I will send out an edict recalling all officers in the area."

"Your Majesty, is that necessary?" That was the heir, and his reaction was confirmation for Frederick that he knew about what was going on in the Electorate.

The Emperor turned to the Archduke, eyebrow raised. "Of course. And once they've been recalled I intend to find out why my soldiers would be attacking my vassals."

"It just seems so unlikely that there would be some vast conspiracy in such an out of the way place."

"I agree, your Highness," Frederick offered diplomatically. "I'm sure we all want quick answers to what is going on."

The Archduke's jaw tightened. "I'm concerned that you might be blowing a straightforward situation out of hand in order to take advantage of it."

The Emperor was shocked at the accusation but Frederick just raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I understand your concerns."

The Archduke frowned. "Have you no control over your wife?"

Frederick chuckled. "Not that I recall. Has she offended you in some way?"

"Ferdinand! What are you getting at?" The Emperor demanded.

"I apologize for not being able to bring this to you privately," the Archduke insisted, sounding very sincere. "But I've just received word that Britain has landed in the Netherlands and invaded the Empire."

The Emperor turned to Frederick, concerned. "Were you aware of this, Elector?"

Frederick shrugged. "I know the Queen is very concerned about the situation. Of course I wrote to her when I learned about the Imperial officers that were involved. But communication with London have been inconsistent as of late," he added, with a steady look at the heir.

"At least that has a simple explanation," the Emperor sighed in relief. "Please send my apologies and a request to withdraw. I'll see to it her Majesty receives it. I appreciate her concerns but it is my responsibility to see this resolved. I hope she understands."

Frederick smiled warmly, letting his own relief show as he bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir. I'm grateful for your Majesty's leadership. God save you."

He meant that sincerely. Because if the Archduke got out of this and became Emperor, Frederick really didn't know how peace would be saved.
Chapter 26
Chapter 26: Late November 1613

The Emperor seemed to be as good as his word. As Elizabeth and Gin rode to Heidelberg there was no sign of bandits or Imperial soldiers. The peasants were nervous of course, but the news that the British army brought indicated that things were truly going back to normal.

Which left time to go over some personal things the Queen wanted to discuss. "I don't know if you're aware, but Lord Salisbury's wife passed from sweating sickness last year."

Gin nodded. "He mentioned it once when we spoke."

Elizabeth smiled. "I suspected you might speak privately."

Gin blushed, uneasy. "I hope that's not a problem, Ma'am."

"Of course not. You're an ideal minister liaison to the army. I was even considering making you Countess of Roanoke for your efforts."

Gin gasped. "Thank you, Ma'am."

Elizabeth's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I don't think Salisbury cares, but there are some who would mind if the Prime Minister courted a woman who hadn't been ennobled. Silly really."

Gin suddenly realized that the Queen was matchmaking. Before she could decide how best to respond to that, their attention was caught by approaching scouts. "What is it?"

The head scout came closer. "Riders, Miss. Your Majesty."

By all rights, the Queen should have been addressed first, but she was concerned by the uneasiness in the scout and it hardly seemed important. "Ours?"

"Yes Ma'am. At high gallop?"

"What could have happened?" Elizabeth wondered.

"We'd better find out, Ma'am." Gin launched her horse into a gallop, the Queen close behind.

It didn't take long to meet up with the approaching riders. Strangely each one seemed to be bearing a small charge. Elizabeth recognized them immediately. "Those are my children!"

Now that she said that Gin recognized the largest of the bundles was the childrens' governess. But to be galloping out in the cold with small children? What could justify such a risk?

The lead rider, now recognizable as Frederick's Chancellor, called his team to a halt as he intercepted them. "Your Majesty. We'd hoped you were close."

"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked.

"Bandits!" He looked back and sighed in relief. "We seem to have outrun them."

Elizabeth gasped. "You were ambushed?"

The older man shook his head. "They attacked the city, Ma'am. When it looked like they would breach our defenses, I sent out a diversionary force and ordered these little ones evacuated. My men asked me to accompany the children, which turned out to be a good thing as we were discovered. We just barely got away."

The army had caught up by then and Gin pulled aside a detachment. "Can you get the Queen and her children back to Dusseldorf?"

"Of course."

"I have to return with you," the Chancellor insisted."

"And I," Elizabeth intended.

"Ma'am you would be better than any of us at seeing to your wee ones," Gin reminded her. "We will manage in your absence."

A neat way to get the Queen out of there, but also a good point. "Be careful"

"Yes, Maam." Those that could keep up rode ahead while the Queen's party head the other way. Gin wasn't sure how many of the bandits disobeyed orders and attacked Heidelberg but she was ready to face whatever threatthat lay before her.

But she wasn't ready for the sight once they cleared the forest.

The city had been sacked, and much of it was on fire. The attackers were trying to break the castle itself now, and it looked like they would succeed.

The riders had halted in shock, and she saw anger rising in them. Before any of them could lose their heads though she pulled in front of them. "I know we all want to get a piece of them in payment, but remember the King Consort needs all evidence he can get of Imperial treachery. If you see one of those fancy swords, we need the bearer alive."

"No quarter for the rest?" The Chancellor guessed.

"No quarter," Gin agreed, nudging her charger forward. "Let's go."
For a moment I was torn as to how to see them and pictured the queen and Virginia as a female version of The Lone Ranger and Tonto. Until I remembered of course that Ginhad been raised as a native but was not an Indian.

Not that that will stop Hollywood filmmakers in the future, who will cast a native in her role. :)

Seriously, it seems as though something akin to the Thirty Years War has already begun, although it is really more of a rebellion, a hapsburg civil war perhaps brewing that will eventually drag in most of Europe.
Chapter 27
Chapter 27: December 1613

On seeing her husband, Elizabeth knew she'd made the right decision to delay meeting with the Privy Council until after Frederick had settled in. "Welcome home."

Frederick flopped down on their bed at the same time as a servant put down his bag. The similar sounds brought a tired smile to his face. "It's good to be home." He waited until the servant was dismissed to add: "Really home. I know how awful that sounds."

Elizabeth crawled onto the bed next to him. "As an Electress, I suppose I should be shocked. But as your wife, I'm glad of it."

"I know we need to meet with the council," Frederick said. "But I could use a bath and some sleep. And maybe see our children?" They'd agreed for her to take the children to London while he put things in order in the Electorate. But it meant leaving before he could return from Austria and he missed them.

"You have all the time you need. I insisted."

Frederick grinned at his wife. "You've been doing that a lot lately. The Archduke is very annoyed with you."

Rather than being concerned, Elizabeth was rather pleased. "Well, I think he's the opposite of everything I believe in. So that was probably inevitable."

Frederick sat up. "Well I need to clean off several days of grime. Come with me and hear all that went on in your absence?"

Elizabeth stood up. "Of course. In fact I think I could be persuaded to scrub your backside."

* * *

The next day the full council met for the first time in months to hear the King Consort's report.

Heidelberg's near annihilation had been a terrible blow to morale. But thanks to the army that had been on its way, the invaders were mostly captured or killed. And the damage was far less than it could have been.

The children were lucky that they hadn't caught cold after the flight from Heidelberg but the Chancellor hadn't been so lucky. In fact by the time Frederick had gotten to Dusseldorf there were real concerns that he might die.

But he'd recovered, and gratitude for that had provided a boost that allowed Frederick to finally take up his duties in London for a time. And of course, Christmas.

"So what is the next step?" Salisbury asked.

"There's nothing more I can do in Germany until spring," Frederick admitted. "Hopefully whoever is responsible for this will need that long to plan his next move."

"So the people we captured weren't able to to tie this to the-- anyone?" Gin, like the rest of them, suspected the Archduke. But they didn't speak openly of it.

Frederick grimaced. "They were carted off almost as soon as the Emperor's force arrived. And in a 'shocking' turn of events, the boat they were taking up the Danube sank. With no survivors."

Salisbury leaned forward in shock. "Damn!"

The Archbishop of Canterbury shook his head in amazement. "He killed his own people?"

"Perhaps," Gin noted. "It's possible the sinking was to cover their disappearance. Which means we might see them again."

Elizabeth sighed. "Frederick and I considered that as well. It's possible."

The Welsh Church delegate shook his head as well. "Whatever they do next, they'll need time. It's nearly time for the winter holy day. I think we need to rest and celebrate what fortune we have."

Frederick smiled. "I think you're right holy father. If there's nothing else to go over, I think it's time to get to that rest and celebrating."

All agreed to let the Queen adjourn the meeting.
  1. Are the British Isles still on the old Julian calendar? If they are and the rest of Europe is on the Gregorian one, as was the case in our timeline, I wonder if that might be able to play into a little trick the queen and Frederick can use to make the austrians think that they are days away from getting back and capturing the criminals, so they think they have time to hide again, while in fact they arrive and catch them by surprise.
However, it is also possible that during the time of trouble before she regained her throne the Catholics put England on the Gregorian calendar.

I must have pressed something wrong with my nose, there is for some reason an indent and I can't remove it. That happens on my tablet sometimes when I am holding it since I have to get so close.
  1. Are the British Isles still on the old Julian calendar? If they are and the rest of Europe is on the Gregorian one, as was the case in our timeline, I wonder if that might be able to play into a little trick the queen and Frederick can use to make the austrians think that they are days away from getting back and capturing the criminals, so they think they have time to hide again, while in fact they arrive and catch them by surprise.
However, it is also possible that during the time of trouble before she regained her throne the Catholics put England on the Gregorian calendar.

I must have pressed something wrong with my nose, there is for some reason an indent and I can't remove it. That happens on my tablet sometimes when I am holding it since I have to get so close.
I hadn't considered the calendar before, but I think you're right that it would have been changed by Elizabeth's Catholic ministers. I'm sure some of her current ministers would like to go back but that would be far more complicated and not practical.
Chapter 28
I'm truly sorry for stalling this storyline again. After the defeat of the assassins I was languishing a while, not sure what I was doing. So I'm doing something of a soft reboot, hopefully it will get things up and running again.

Chapter 28: 10 days before the Olde New Year 1616

It had been a frustrating couple of years. The Emperor held peace together on the edge of a knife, though everyone knew he would not be able to continue even long enough to reach his grave.

So Europe's leaders maneuvered against each other. Sweden's armies trained for combat and Austria's heir elbowed the Empire's Catholic client states into position. The Netherlands was quiet as a church mouse and no one knew what that meant.

And the Elector Frederick was being summoned from his family in London to meet with the Archduke Ferdinand immediately.

"This command is completely inappropriate," Elizabeth mused while she watched her husband pack. He was in such a hurry he wasn't even waiting for his sevants.

Frederick didn't look up as he responded. "You aren't wrong. No doubt he thinks if he keeps me off kilter I'll be more amiable to joining his Catholic League."

"I can't imagine what he could offer to get you to abandon the Protestant cause."

"I think it's more for show than anything," Frederick told her. "That's why it's so important you stay here. If Britain stays away from these negotiations, it tells our allies how little I've invested in this."

Elizabeth grimaced. "I wish I could go. The- Now, I'm going to sound like a silly woman for saying this. But Lord Cecil visited in Lord Salisbury's dreams."

"Beware the ides of March?" The response was flippant, but he was far from dismissing his wife's concerns.

"Something like that. When I told him about this summons, I think he'd have resigned to keep me from going."

"Well then there's another reason for you to stay."

Elizabeth sighed. "I suppose."

* * *

Her Majesty's Warship Londinium set sail down the Thames en route to the Rhine. But Elizabeth had added a person to the Elector's entourage to make herself more certain of his safety. "Lady Salisbury. Not that I'm unhappy to see you, but is the Prime Minister aware that you're here?"

Gin smiled. "He's actually quite relieved. I think he's worried that the Archduke will do away with you."

Frederick laughed, for the first time not thinking about how annoyed he was. "Thankfully we're several centuries removed from that kind of thing."

"I hope so. Despite my husband and your wife's faith in me, I'm not that eager to break you out of Vienna."

The smile on Frederick's face was replaced with bafflement. "Am I seeing that?" he asked, gesturing to the naval jack of an incoming cruiser."

Gin gasped, then her mouth closed and tightened. That's the Imperial standard. What are they doing here?"

Frederick was seriously tempted to turn around and find out. But there was a whole nation of people to handle it. His duty was ahead. "I'm afraid we won't know any time soon."
Chapter 29
Chapter 29: 9 days before the olde New Year, 1616

The Queen sat on her throne, outwardly serene but in reality quite tense. "I don't like this," she muttered.

"There's no reason you should," the Prime Minister quietly replied. His people had informed him the night before that the delegation from the Holy Roman Emperor had arrived. But they had waited until that afternoon to inform anyone of their presence and ask for an audience with her Majesty.

"Did your people recognize any members of their delegation?"

Salisbury shook his head. "I sent some of Gin's agents to check them out, in case any of them were the missing Imperial officers. They didn't see anyone. If I'd been there..."

Elizabeth smiled a little. "It might be a little much to ask my Prime Minister to lurk by the docks just in case you might recognize someone."

The Queen's herald announced the arrival of the Imperial delegation. They'd barely crossed into the throne room when Elizabeth stood with alarm. It took all her composure to not grab the nearest sword and charge across the hall. "Father Garnet."

The priest crossed the floor, telltale red robes flapping ominously behind him. "It is good to see you again, my child. It's Cardinal now, but I'd be so delighted if you continued to call me Father."

* * *

Elizabeth paced the length of her office, Salisbury reading Garnet's assignment papers. "The Emperor didn't sign this?" The Prime Minister noted.

"No. And I don't know enough about Imperial law to know if it's even legal for the Archduke to sign off on this."

"It looks less like a coincidence though, that he waited until the King Consort was gone to announce himself," Salisbury suggested.

"It does, doesn't it." The Queen turned to him. "Send someone to intercept Frederick. His ship is going down the Rhine; if we send someone through Calais we might be able to reach him at Dusseldorf. I'd feel better if he could look at this, maybe send someone with more experience in Imperial intrigue."

Salisbury didn't pause; he stood immediately. "I'll have someone en route within the hour." The Prime Minister took the documents with him, which might cause issues if discovered. But the Queen made it clear she wanted the Elector to see it.

Elizabeth sagged into her chair, a much more comfortable seat than her throne. But it seemed like her day wasn't over yet. Her Mistress of the Robes asked to see her, and was concerned when she saw the Queen. "Cardinal Garnet asked if he might dine with you tonight. But I can tell him you're not available."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. I'd rather hear what he has to say. But make sure we have plenty of wine. Not only might it loosen his tongue, but I might need a couple of glasses too."

The Mistress of the Robes smiled sympathetically. "Would you like any rat poison for the Cardinal's wine?"

The Queen laughed. "Tempting. Maybe too tempting. Let's call that a backup."

"Yes ma'am."
I can't remember where Fatehr Garnet has come in before.

Apologies for the not hunting through but can anybody give me a quick recap with him?
@Jammy Garnet was a 'leading Jesuit in England' whom Elizabeth was forced to make Archbishop of Canterbury when she first became queen (post 1). It's very clear (post 6) that he fully supported the conspirators and that he just wanted her to be a meek, compliant queen under their control. When she took control (post 48) she exiled him.
@Jammy Garnet was a 'leading Jesuit in England' whom Elizabeth was forced to make Archbishop of Canterbury when she first became queen (post 1). It's very clear (post 6) that he fully supported the conspirators and that he just wanted her to be a meek, compliant queen under their control. When she took control (post 48) she exiled him.
Thank you.
So happy to see this is back. Also, @BigDestiny, Louis XIII's mother wasn't an Hapsburg, she was in fact an Medici whom he deposed in 1617 by exiling her and executing her followers, his wife (who he married in 1615) was an Spanish Hapbsurg, and she fought against her family as Regent of France from 1643 to 1648