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Chapter 99: A Raise In Stature



April, 1563
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James, Earl of Arran looked at the King and Queen and swallowed. He was nervous. The King’s brother had died fighting, and James had been unable to prevent that. But he was also nervous about what the King might think about his attempt to take Prince Robert from Prince Arthur’s care before that. The Earl of Atholl was at his side as well, and remained expressionless. Eventually, the King spoke.

“We would like to thank you both for fighting alongside our brother and ensuring that he was well advised. His death still grieves us and will for the rest of our days, but he ensured that the enemy was defeated.”

“It was our duty, Sire.” Atholl said.

“His Royal Highness was a brave man and a great soldier.” James added.

The King nodded. “Now, that we are here, we have decided the time has come to put Lennox out of his misery. A trial shall be held and he shall be executed and his body parts sent to different parts of the Kingdom as a warning.”

James looked at Atholl and briefly wondered if the King meant the Kingdom of Scotland or all three Kingdoms that he ruled. Either way he knew it was acceptable. All he asked was. “Who shall sit in judgement of Lennox, Sire?”

For a brief moment, Arran worried that the King said there would be no trial, but instead he said. “You two, ourselves, Lord Huntly, and Lord Maxwell.”

“Very good, Sire. And what are you going to do with Lennox’s wife and children?” Arran asked. He did not like coming across as someone desperate for his enemy to fall, but he was.

“Lennox’s wife is our aunt, therefore she shall come to rest with us at court, as for her children, her youngest two shall come with her to court, whilst her son shall be given a small holdfast and some lands to govern. As far as we know he did not conspire with his father. Therefore, he shall not be punished.” The King said.

“Very good, Sire.” James responded.

“As for the clans?” Atholl asked.

“They shall be removed.” The Queen said then. “Sent to serve off their crimes.”

James spoke then. “Your Majesties, with all due respect, I believe that would be a mistake.”

“Why?” The Queen asked.

“Because it would send a message that the clans are considered replaceable and ill thought of. The clans help keep peace in the north. I would instead recommend that instead of sending the clans who supported Lennox off to serve others in servitude, that Your Majesties instead replace them through marriages and land transferral. That will reward those who remained loyal and send a concise message about what happens to those who rebel.” James said.

The King looked as though he was going to protest, but then the Queen laid a hand on his knee and he sighed. “Very well.” There was a pause and then the King added. “We have also discussed who would be an appropriate replacement for our brother as Lord Lieutenant of Scotland, and we have decided to name both of you to this position in reward for your loyal service.”

James looked at Atholl and then the King and bowed his head. “Thank you, Sire.”

“There was one other thing.” The King said. “You have both served us loyally and before that you served our father loyal. Therefore, in recognition of that loyal service, we have decided to elevate you in the peerage. James, you shall be known forthwith as Duke of Arran, and John you shall be known as Duke of Atholl. We have had the writs written up and they shall be read out at the next grand meeting of Parliament.”

James was stunned, he did not know what to say. It was Atholl who spoke for them both. “Thank you, Sire, we are most honoured.”

 

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Chapter 100: Moray’s Desire



April, 1563​

James bowed before his brother and King. “Sire, you wished to see me?” He had never quite known what to make of his half-brothers and half-sister, his father had been a distant figure, but had met him more than once. He’d only met the Duke of Albany three or four times before his death. The King he’d met maybe five times. Still they were family and he thought perhaps he could convince the King against his current course.

“Yes.” The King said simply. “We wished to ask your view on the punishment we are to give the Earl of Lennox.”

Moray nodded, he thought through what he was going to say and then said. “Sire, I believe it would be a mistake to go through with what you have planned.”

“Explain.” The King said commandingly.

James knew he had to get through this quickly. “Sire, quartering a prisoner who has been found guilty of treason is a very English thing. And whilst it might be seen as acceptable there, it is seen as barbaric here. And as such if Your Majesty goes through with it, it is possible that you might see some nobles believe you have abandoned Scotland completely and they might then take up where Lennox had left off.”

The King looked at him. “You think they would over this punishment?”

“Yes Sire.” James said. “It is not that they do not consider Lennox a traitor, they do, it is simply that they would find the method to remove him too English.”

The King snorted. “A traitor gets more sympathy than the man who they killed.” He paused and then sighed. “What would you suggest I do instead?”

“Execute the man and place his head on a spike if you must, Sire. But let the rest of his body rest in peace.” James said. “You are already giving his family enough peace, let them have this also.”

The King looked as if he might protest but instead he simply nodded. “Very well.” There was a pause and then the King added. “You know, when we were younger we never got the chance to speak.” There was another pause as James waited to see where his brother and King was going with this. “Tell us something about yourself, brother. Are you married?”

James smiled at the question as he thought of the wealth his wife Agnes had brought him. “I am, Sire. To Agnes, daughter of William Keith.”

“Ah yes, we remember. And do you find your wife enjoyable?” The King asked him.

“Yes Sire.” James answered honestly.

“Good, good. Arthur should have made use of you more often. We do not know why he did not. But that is neither here nor there now.” The King said, there was an air of sadness about him. Eventually he shook his head and said. “There is no point living in the past. Arthur has been buried and his funeral rites said. We have one brother left, Robert, he is just a boy. We wish for you to serve as his guardian and tutor. You would not object to remaining here at Edinburgh would you?”

James was completely surprised by this. He had note expected the offer, but now that he thought on it, it would make sense. Arran and Atholl were both schemers, and as far as the King was concerned, he was family. Better that family raise a Prince than either of those two. He bowed his head and said. “It would be my honour, Sire.”

“Good.” The King said. He rose then and said. “Come, we have a trial to attend.” As they walked out of the hall, James couldn’t help smiling slightly, he was going to be a powerful man now.

 

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Chapter 101: Plotting Spaniard



July, 1563
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“Sire, King James had the Earl of Lennox executed and has had his family displaced from their lands. He has also replaced the clans who supported Lennox with those who remained loyal to him.” The Duke of Alva said.

“Did anyone suspect that we were behind the funding for the man?” Felipe asked.

“No, Sire.” Alva responded.

“Then we do not care.” Felipe said. “Lennox was dangerous but he was also a fool no doubt he would have sided with France had he been successful. Scotland has always been a French puppet we need someone to rebel in England to cause more danger.”

There was a brief moment of silence and then his chancellor Manuel spoke. “There is that one lady, Margaret Stanley, my spies inform me that she is a devout Catholic and is someone who could well be persuaded to marry to our Catholic allies in England.”

Felipe nodded. “Indeed, see whether or not there is anything there.” Manuel nodded, and Felipe turned to Alva. “And what of the other nations have they expressed any interest in righting this great wrong?”

Alva shook his head. “No, Sire. The King of Portugal is looking to arrange a marriage between his son and heir and the daughter of King James. The Emperor is busy looking over his shoulder at the Muslims, and the other Kingdoms do not care enough.”

“And His Holiness?” Felipe asked. He could not understand how his fellow Catholic brothers could tolerate such heresy and allow it to flourish. Surely His Holiness the descendant of Peter would not allow it?

Alva shook his head. “His Holiness is more concerned with taking advantage of the chaos amongst the Ottomans.”

Felipe wanted to throw his hands up in the air in frustration, but he knew that would not get him what he wanted, so instead he changed tack. “And what is the situation with the Ottomans?”

“Sultan Mustafa has died and his sons Mehmed and Suleyman are claiming the throne with differing amounts of support from their cousins and uncles. As such, His Holiness believes the time is right to reclaim various parts of the Christian land they took.” Alva said.

“Very well.” Felipe said. “And we take it then that His Holiness wishes for some support in this endeavour?” He sensed an opportunity depending on where this might go.

“Yes, Sire.” Alva said. “He believes that if the Holy Alliance Forces can reclaim Hungary or perhaps defend Cyprus or even venture into Africa it is possible that things can change.”

“And what do you think?” Felipe asked.

“I think it is possible, but that we would need to choose our targets carefully. Egypt is still nominally under the control of those Mamluk fellows, so, perhaps we should begin looking elsewhere. The coastlines of Northern North Africa would be where I would go.” Alva responded.

“And the French, where do they stand on this matter?” Felipe asked. He did not want to have to fight a war on two fronts.

“The French are too preoccupied trying not to fight one another. They shall not be getting involved in anything for some time.” Alva said dismissively.

“Very well.” Felipe said. “Send word to His Holiness, inform him we shall gather our forces and set out as soon as the conditions favour us.”

 

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Chapter 102: Jane’s Lamentations



October, 1563

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Her stomach was huge, Jane knew that she was in the final stages of what had been a difficult pregnancy and she could not wait to be done with it. Perhaps once this was done they could take a little break from having children, she thought to herself. They already had an heir and a spare, and a daughter one more child and then a little rest so she could recover. Perhaps she might encourage her husband to take a mistress, but then she pushed that thought down. She’d not be able to handle that.

Her mother however seemed to have no qualms about it. “You know you won’t be any good to the King if you keep getting pregnant. You need to get your husband a mistress.”

Jane sighed. Her mother meant well, but increasingly, Jane found her to be a great source of annoyance. “I am not sure I agree, Mother.”

Mother laughed. “You want to be out of service for nine months at a stretch for the next year and a half. Because I can tell you that’s what will happen.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that if you continue to get with child every time your husband wants to fulfil his rights, you’re never going to be taken seriously.” Mother replied.

“James listens to my advice far more than he does anyone else’s.” Jane replied.

“Yes, I know, but do you just want to be giving advice behind closed doors or do you want to be there at the core of court?” Mother asked. “Because if you are constantly with child, no man is going to allow that, be they the King or otherwise.”

“What, just because I am with child means I can’t listen and engage with the intrigues of court?” Jane asked dismissively.

“Yes.” Mother said simply. “Men are like that. They will only allow women the chance to get power openly if they aren’t with child every year. If they are, well then the men will close the doors and ensure that they are never opened again.”

“James isn’t like that. He always includes me in important meetings with Cecil and others.” Jane said. She knew her husband, he loved her fiercely and had always felt that his own mother had never gotten a fair share of credit for the peace Scotland had enjoyed.

“Your husband might not be like that, but his courtiers and advisors certainly are. You think Cecil wants you constantly there, hovering, and countering his advice? Do you think Norfolk wants you there to counter him? Your presence is a reminder to these men of how inferior they are, how much they cannot stomach being told they are wrong. It is a reminder that someone not from their group is Queen, and as such, they will do everything to convince the King not to include you. You said it yourself, he was convinced by his half-brother not to do the standard thing for treason. What else can he be convinced of?” Mother said.

“He was right to listen to Moray, what I had said in Scotland was wrong.” Jane said dismissively.

Mother sighed, she rose then. “Think about what I’ve said, dear, you might want to consider it.” with that Mother curtseyed and then left, leaving Jane alone to think about it. Did she want to encourage her husband to take a mistress? The thought repelled her, she didn’t want her husband sleeping with anyone else. She knew him, she knew the harlots at court, someone would try and take advantage of him. at the same time, she didn’t want to be excluded from power.

“Dammit, Mother.” Jane sighed.

 

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Chapter 103: A King’s Concern



January, 1564​

“Sire, word has come from our friends in France. It appears that the very thing we had feared has happened.” William Cecil, Lord Burghley and Lord High Treasurer said.

“Who started the war?” James asked. He had known for some time now that either the Protestants or Catholics would fire the first shot, he just needed to know who had started it to know who to prevent entering Calais.

“The Duke of Guise led a raid on a Protestant church and butchered the entire church. The Prince of Conde replied by sacking several Catholic churches. The efforts of the crown to restore order have failed, and now there is war.” Cecil replied.

“And where is the French crown sitting in all of this?” James asked.

“The crown stands with the Duke of Guise, under the influence of the Queen Mother, Sire.” Cecil said. “Consequently, the situation will only get worse before it gets better.”

“And what of Calais?” James asked. “Will either side try and use it as a place to send their fellow religionists when things go wrong?”

“I doubt it Sire.” Cecil said. “The Huguenots have Bordeaux which is being strengthened by a mighty big wall, whilst the Catholics have Paris, and Dunkirk should things truly get troublesome.”

“Yet, either side might still consider Calais neutral ground. Which would involve us in their struggles. How capable are we of handling this?” James asked.

Here Cecil didn’t respond, instead, the Marquess of Northampton, William Parr spoke. “Sire, we’ve got enough men to drive off any one who tries to come to Calais or Bolougne without Your Majesty’s leave. We have enough food for our garrison and the civilians. Naturally the war in France is not ideal, but we maintain open links with the Low Countries and with Portugal to keep the Pale supplied.”

“Very good, and what of the little conspiracy that King Philip of Spain tried to start?” James asked. He had been informed of it some weeks ago and had laughed quite heartily at the thought of any noble be they Catholic or otherwise trying to remove him from his throne on the orders of a foreigner.

“Lady Stanley continues to insist she had nothing to do with the plot, and that she was not even aware of it until we brought it to her attention. The people who King Philip was using to implement the plot have all been arrested and tried for treason, Sire.” Lord Burghley said.

“Good, I doubt that King Philip will have the time or energy to do anything similar any time soon, what with his concerns of defeating the Ottomans.” James said. He cleared his throat and then said. “Now, there was another matter you wished to discuss was there not Cecil?”

“There was, Sire.” Cecil said. “It involves the issue of two ladies claiming the whole inheritance of six manors, two castles and a lot of land in the Midlands. The one lady believes the whole inheritance is hers as she is the eldest, whilst the other sister claims the whole inheritance because of the words their father said to her before he died.”

James sighed. “And where does the truth of the matter lie?”

“The man left a split inheritance to both his daughters. They were to get a fair share of each. However, both of them are claiming the will their father left is a forgery.” Cecil said.

“Are they married?” James asked.

“No, Sire, both are unwed.” Cecil said.

“This seems like a matter for Her Majesty to help with. When she has recovered from bed rest, we shall send for her.” James said. Jane had just recently given birth to a girl they had named Katherine in honour of her sister, she had asked for some time to rest, but he also knew that she would not be happy if he left her out of this.

“But Sire, surely this is a matter for the council to resolve.” Northampton said.

“The Queen is part of this council.” James replied. “Furthermore, she is also a woman, she will be able to guess why these two women are arguing and suggest a solution far more reasonable than anything we can suggest.”

“Sire….” Northampton began but stopped at a look from Cecil.

“No, do not stop, say what you were going to say.” James commanded.

Northampton swallowed and then said. “Sire, with all due respect, Her Majesty has just given birth to a Princess, and whilst that is brilliant news, it does make me wonder if perhaps we are not overly reliant on her? She is a woman after all, and therefore, it would make more sense to let her rest than to trouble her with these concerns. Especially at this time.”

James said nothing, he knew he should shout and rant, but he had thought this had passed. This fear of a smart woman. He steeled himself and said as coldly as possible. “Take yourself back to your estates Northampton, we no longer wish to see you on this council.” He paused to allow time for this to settle in and then added. “That goes for anyone else.” There was a moment of silence, then Northampton rose, bowed and stalked out of the room.

 

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Chapter 104: Cecil Spins A Web



April, 1564
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William looked at the papers before him and then at the man who had given them to him. “You are sure these are genuine?” He asked.

“I am positive, my lord.” Francis Walsingham, the chief spy in the network William had developed whilst serving under the Duke of Somerset said. “I have had the network analyse them, they confirm them as genuine.”

“Dee looked at them?” William asked. He did not like John Dee, but the King liked him and that was good enough for him.

“He has. He confirmed their legitimacy.” Francis said.

“Very well.” William said. “That means we were right to keep an eye on Northampton and Ms Stanley.”

“Indeed, my lord.” Francis said. “I believe that being dismissed for questioning Her Majesty’s judgement on the matter of the inheritance has added a sting to Northampton. He has also been meeting with the Earl of Huntingdon and Lord Clifford to discuss ways to undermine the King and Queen.”

William sighed. “Such a fragile man that Northampton, one would have thought he would not hold such views. Especially given his relationship with the Queen Dowager.” William had made it his business during his rise at court to keep an eye on the former Queen Dowager, Catherine Howard and her husband maintained a close circle of friends of whom Northampton was one, and the Queen Dowager was a strong lady, so this aversion to strong women that Northampton had was surprising.

“If I might make a suggestion, my lord?” Francis asked. William nodded and the man continued. “I think that Northampton has no objections to strong women per say, I think he has an objection to the Queen and her family. Before the Queen’s father was sent to Scotland, he was given land that Northampton to this day believes was rightfully his. Furthermore, he believes the insult given to his sister, the Lady Catherine was done on the behest of the Queen.”

“So, he is taking out his frustrations at his own foolishness on our Queen?” William mused. “How very foolish of him.” He made a note of that and then asked. “And what of other nobles, how have they responded to what the King did?”

“The nobles at court applaud the King’s decision, they highly respect the Queen and believe that she is far more capable than Northampton. Those further away from court and closer to Northampton, such as the Earl of Warwick have their doubts though Warwick is keeping his mouth shut for now.” Francis said.

“A wise decision given what his father did.” William said. “What of in Scotland?” He knew the King was keen to make England, Scotland and Ireland fall under one Kingdom known as Britannia, but that would not happen until Scotland’s administrators were in lock step with England’s.

“Most of the Scottish lords do not seem to care. It seems they are more concerned with the administration of Atholl and Arran and how the King’s brother will turn out.” Francis said.

“Good.” William said. “How did they respond to Article 1?” He had gotten the official response from Arran some days ago, murmurs of agreement and wanting to move things closer, but needing Parliament’s approval. But he needed to see where things went behind closed doors.

“Arran is all in favour of it, my lord. he believes Scotland can only benefit from an increase in standing. However, Atholl and the Highlanders are nervous. They are worried that they will lose their way of life if it passes.” Francis said.

“Very well, begin a rumour that Atholl is looking out for himself, and that any true thinking Scot would abide by their King’s wishes.” William said casually.

“Yes, my lord.” Francis said. There was a brief pause, and then Francis added. “I have spoken with my friends in Bordeaux, the Prince of Conde is preparing for an assault on Paris in the new campaign season. He wished to know if we will be providing arms or money.”

William said nothing for a moment, the King had never said directly if he wanted to support the Huguenots, he seemed indifferent and wanted only to protect Calais, but there were others in government who despised Rome and wanted to weaken Catholicism wherever they could. William was not one such, he did as the King bid, and the King had said nothing here. “We shall give them money. Give them the deposits from the granary stores.” He commanded.

“Yes, my lord.” Francis replied before he bowed and left.

William looked at the letters on his table and moved them slightly. “Soon enough.” He murmured.

 

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Chapter 105: Charles The Timid



July, 1564​

“Sire, the Duke of Guise writes to say he is closing in on the Huguenot forces commanded by the Prince of Conde. He also writes to say he expects there to be an open battle, not the siege that had previously been reported. It seems that Conde does not wish to chance the defences of Bordeaux.” Cardinal Lorraine said.

“That is good is it not?” Charles asked. “Bordeaux has never fallen, and I do not wish to see thousands of soldiers die in a useless siege.”

Lorraine looked torn between nodding and sighing. Charles did not like the man, he was both arrogant and cold. “It is good, Sire. However, I fear that engaging Conde in open battle would be like walking into the mouth of a great beast as its jaws are closing.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Conde is not a fool, he knows how to work his army, he will be looking for weaknesses and strengths in his army and in ours. And he will then act accordingly.” Lorraine said.

“As any half decent commander would.” Charles pointed out. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting you do not have confidence in the Duke of Guise?”

“Nothing of the sort, Sire. Indeed, I believe the Duke will be the reason we win this battle. I am merely pointing out that it will not be easy.” The Cardinal said.

“Indeed.” Charles said. He looked at his mother then and said. “We cannot just rely on defeating Conde, for I am sure some other power will try and cause disruption soon enough. We must arrange marriages for both myself and for my brother and sisters.”

His mother who had barely said anything for most of the time he’d been ruling by himself, suddenly sprang into action. “I agree, Sire. I believe that a marriage between Claude and the Duke of Lorraine would make the most sense. They are of a similar age, and it would strengthen our eastern border. I would recommend a marriage between yourself and a daughter of the Emperor, to show that we are not going to antagonise both Spain and Austria needlessly. I still believe a marriage between Margaret and Prince Henry of Navarre is necessary to secure peace between our two families.”

“Lorraine and Claude I agree with. However, I do not agree that I should marry an Austrian Princess. I want nothing to do with the Habsburgs. As for Margaret and Navarre? Perhaps when Navarre’s father is dead.” Charles said. “And what about Henry?”

“I would recommend Catherine of Guise, for Henry.” Mother said. “It is a simple marriage and it comes with a large dowry.”

Charles nodded, he was never going to marry his brother to the Guises, he needed a way to destroy them, not aid them in their ascent in power. Eventually he said. “Who else other than a Habsburg might I be able to marry?”

“There is Maria Anna of Portugal, the daughter of King John of Portugal.” Cardinal Lorraine said.

Charles smiled then. “Yes, I like that. Send word to King John, inform him of my request.”

“Yes, Sire.” Cardinal Lorraine said.

Charles smiled. “Soon, we shall force King Philippe out into the open and then his support for the heretics will be exposed.”

 

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Chapter 106: Desmond



October, 1564​

Gerald looked at the map spread out before him. His instructions had been quite clear. Find a weakness in the native clans and exploit it for all it was worth. “So, you’re telling me that after centuries of fighting us the McCarthys are finally down to their last man?” He asked looking at his uncle Maurice.

“Yes, my lord.” Maurice replied. “Their current King Donal has no sons, and his daughters are all married to men under our control. The McCarthys are finished.”

“How strong is their army?” Gerald asked. He was doing the thinking in his head now.

“Roughly three thousand strong, my lord.” Maurice responded.

Gerald nodded. “An easy enough number to surmount with our resources alongside those forces the Lord Deputy is willing to bring.” Gerald smiled at the thought of adding the McCarthy lands to his own. They were rather large lands as it happened, and he knew his father had dreamed of doing so many years ago as well.

“Indeed, my lord.” Maurice responded.

William O’Shane, his local advisor spoke then. “I would venture carefully if I were you my lord. The McCarthys might be down to just the one old man, but their tenants will still fight brutally to defend the land that they see as their home. Furthermore, they are all Catholics.” The last word was spat out with some venom.

Gerald nodded. He had no opinion on the new religion that the King had created, but he knew some in Ireland had taken to it quite strongly. “And yet, Catholic or not they have no support from Rome. And none of the remaining native Kings have dared give them support until now.”

It was true, The O’Brien and O’Neil clans had resolutely ignored the McCarthys for years now, due to some feud or the other that Gerald was convinced his grandfather had started through a whispering campaign. “That might be so now, my lord, but if they sense the balance shifting too far the other way, they might soon emerge through.” O’Shane said.

Uncle Maurice snorted. “Why would they suddenly develop extra support? They are isolated, alone and very much down to one man. There is nothing there for anyone to support.”

William shrugged. “I thought I would mention the possibility. The Irish Kings are known for being unpredictable at the best of times.”

“You were right to do so.” Gerald said, smiling at William. He made a note to himself that once they had conquered the McCarthy territory to name William a Lord, or rather petition the Lord Deputy to name William a lord. The man had earned that right.

He took another look at the map and then said. “We shall enter from the northern edges of the territory, flying the flag of St George. We must let them know that they are being conquered in the name of the King of England. And that whatever else they might be, they are to bend the knee at once.”

There was only one thing that Gerald regretted and that was that they were no longer Catholic, therefore they could not bring the cross in with them to truly show the Irish how they were viewed. It mattered little, sooner or later the whole island would be under the crown’s control. He looked up at his uncle and William and said. “We had best get prepared. We are to leave before winter sets in.”

 

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Chapter 107: Lady Jane



September, 1565
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Two moons after having had another son and a year after having had their daughter Elizabeth, Jane was about ready to tell her husband that she wanted no more children. However, she also wasn’t ready to stop accepting him into her bed so she kept quiet on that front. James had been somewhat apologetic when they’d learned she was with child. And for that she loved him. Of course now that she had had Alexander, there was another thing they needed to talk about and it was a consequence of her pregnancies.

“You know, I appreciate that you dismissed the Marquess of Northampton for what he said about me. And I appreciate you including me in the discussion of council business, my love, but I think you have to handle it with more care.” Jane said.

James who had been massaging her feet looked at her then. “What do you mean? They were saying that just because you are a woman you should not be asked for your view on council business. You are as much my advisor as they are, indeed you are my most important advisor as my wife.”

Jane smiled, she loved how James held firm against everything their society was telling them was good and right. He set a good example for their children, he truly did, still. “I know that, James, but the lords don’t see it like that. They are all used to being the only voices listened to. We’re lucky that Cecil is so understanding as is Walsingham, but the others? The others are like as not to be formenting discord.”

“They served under a Queen did they not? Two Queens and a female regent.” James pointed out.

“Yes, but in those instances, they didn’t have a choice. And the Duke of Norfolk did everything in his power to make sure his niece was discredited.” Jane pointed out.

Her husband did something that she was so used to their sons James and Arthur doing it almost made her laugh. He placed his arms on top of one another and placed them next to his chest and said. “Well, if they don’t like it they can get on with their lives, for I am not changing.”

Jane rolled her eyes then and asked. “And what if one of them decides to rebel?”

“Northampton already tried to arrange one.” James said.

“He did?” Jane exclaimed.

“He did. We found evidence of him conspiring with Lady Stanley and the Earl of Huntingdon for an attempted uprising. Stanley has been arrested, Huntingdon was our man on the whole scheme, whilst Northampton will be arrested before the week is done.” James said smiling.

“What do you plan on doing with him?” Jane asked. She wondered why her husband had not told her this crucial bit of information. She decided she would ask him at a later time.

“I plan on executing him and placing his head atop the tower hill.” James said simply.

“A smart decision.” Jane said.

“I will then give the estates he had accumulated to Arthur, as part of his inheritance as Duke of York.” James said.

Jane calculated the value of the estates and said. “That will make Arthur one of the richest lords in the realm. Aren’t there a few nobles who have claims to those lands, especially men within the council?”

James smiled. “And they will have to accept this or face falling out of favour.”

Jane nodded, she didn’t like the way James was handling this particular piece of news, but supposed it was better than denial. “Very well. At least we have foiled another plot.”

“Indeed.” James said.

 

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Chapter 108: Lady Margaret



December, 1565
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William despised the cold and the rain that seemed an ever present fixture in the Hague, but he would bear it for now. This meeting was important as it would determine the fate of the Netherlands for generations to come. Why he’d been chosen as the representative of the dissenting faction he did not know, but it seemed he was the only one that the governor was willing to meet with.

The governor, Lady Margaret, Duchess of Parma was a sister to King Philip of Spain and was a stern woman who had governed well enough before the troubles had begun. Now they were meeting to prevent those troubles escalating into war. William cleared his throat and spoke. “My lady, thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I come not as a messenger for the dissenting side, but as a man seeking to bring peace between two warring factions, to prevent a war.”

The Lady nodded. “I know, go on.”

“My lady, there are concerns abound about the way in which Protestants and other dissenting religious peoples are being treated under the new laws. They are seeing their homes seized, and many are being tried under no law that currently exists in the Netherlands. Furthermore, the inquisition has grown more powerful than we were told it would. All of this is making people nervous. And they wish to see justice done.” William said.

“What justice would they like to see done?” Margaret asked. “I understand their concerns about the trials, I have written to the King to ask him to rectify such an issue, but I do not know whether I can stop the inquisition.”

William nodded he had expected as much and had told Horn and others just that. “I understand, my lady. I do think that the best way to proceed is to ensure that the laws His Majesty is trying to implement are thoroughly investigated by judges and lawyers to make sure that they are in accordance with our traditions and beliefs. Meaning no insult to you of course, my lady.”

“None taken.” Margaret said. “I shall speak with Jan, and see what can be done there.” A pause and then. “However, I have some concerns I wish to raise myself.”

“My lady?” William asked, he had somewhat been expecting this, but it was still a surprise.”

“There has been many a report that has comet o me of churches being sacked and their imagery destroyed. This is not acceptable. The dissenters cannot demand peace and tolerance when they refuse to tolerate others as well. And the last time I saw any information on this, Catholics were the majority in the Netherlands.” Margaret said.

William bowed his head, he had told Horn and others that this would be brought up, they had dismissed it. “I understand your concerns, my lady, and will tell you that it is only a small minority of dissenters who result to such barbarous tactics. Most dissenters simply wish to worship in peace. I shall try my hardest to find those doing these terrible acts and have them punished accordingly.”

Lady Margaret nodded. “Very well, since we have discussed our mutual concerns, enough of this talk. Let us have a drink, talk about some more pleasurable activites and then move on with our lives.”

William nodded, though he sensed this would not be the end of the issue. “Yes, my lady.”

 

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Chapter 109: Anger



May, 1566​

“We have given them their concessions, we have confined the Inquisition to only those areas with a majority Catholic area, and still they demand more.” Felipe said feeling his blood boil as he read the letter from his sister. “Perhaps it was a mistake to give them the concessions in the first instance. They shall never be happy.”

Francisco Godoy his foreign minister spoke then. “Sire, I would recommend implementing a subtle change in direction.”

“What do you mean?” Felipe demanded.

“Why not have those printing papers start printing material that shows directly the benefits of the changes. Her Ladyship has said that the printers are not printing anything positive on her orders, so perhaps from yours they will?” Francisco suggested.

“We should not have to have printers show the good work we have done. It should be self evident.” Felipe complained.

“But it is not, Sire. Therefore, you must do something to change the tide.” Francisco said.

“Why not simply declare war?” Juan Rodrigo his War Minister asked.

“Because such a thing would be costly and would provoke outright rebellion. They are dissenters not traitors.” Godoy countered.

“They are dissenters religiously, we all know that means they follow the heretical faiths. There is no other faith than the true faith. We have the right reasons for the war right there.” Rodrigo said.

“And yet His Holiness has said that he wishes no more wars against dissenters only understanding and working together.” Godoy said.

“Sire, you cannot allow for this to go unchallenged. They are trying to change things with the Netherlands and will corrupt everyone there.” Rodrigo said.

Felipe banged his fist on the table. “Enough! We will not invade and declare war on them. instead, we shall simply remind them of the benefits that they have now.” He changed the topic now and asked. “What word from our brother?”

He had entrusted his brother, John of Austria with leading Spanish forces as part of the Holy Alliance and desperately hoped for some good news. Godoy spoke then. “Cyprus has been defended. Northern Egypt has fallen under Lord John’s control, and other forces are now moving toward Tripoli and other assorted territories. Indeed, there has been talk of freeing the Greek Islands themselves.”

Felipe listened to this and then said. “Northern Egypt has been claimed for us of course?” He did not phrase it as a question, but that was what it was.

“Yes, Sire. His Holiness has agreed to that. However, there is some concern than the Ottomans might finally be done with their infighting.” Godoy said.

“And who has emerged as the winner?” Felipe asked.

“Prince Suleyman, and he has declared before all those who supported him that he intends to retake every territory that has been lost, and he will force an attack on Cyprus and even Malta.” Godoy said.

Felipe looked at the man and said. “Then the time has come for the putting aside of individual tension. Write to the French and tell them we wish to strike an alliance against the Turks.”

“Yes, Sire.” Godoy said, making a note of that.

“And tell them we offer our son Don Carlos for their daughter Princess Margaret.” Felipe said.

“Yes, Sire.” Godoy said.

 

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Chapter 110: Arran



November, 1566​

James Hamilton, Duke of Arran looked at the papers before him and mused on how much things had changed. Lennox was gone, many years dead now, his wife and children were residing in some hovel in Lennox, not as the rulers, but instead simply as Lords of Darnley. James had taken control of the estates that Lennox had had in the west and the centre of Scotland, greatly adding to his wealth. He also had a Dukedom one of the few to hold that honour in Scotland alongside his fellow governor the Duke of Atholl. Yes, he was very happy with how things were going.

He cleared his throat and spoke. “Gentlemen, we know why we are here. There are two Bishops who refuse to preach from the Common Book of Prayer that His Majesty instituted following the great council all those years ago. Both these Bishops swore an oath to respect the will of the King, therefore they are committing treason. However, they claim there is nothing we can do to them. I wish to know whether this is true.”

“Your Grace,” John Lyon, Lord of Glamis and Lord Chancellor said. “I have looked through the articles of the law pertaining to this case, and to me it seems that the Bishops are operating under the old system.”

“Meaning?” James asked.

“Meaning that before we broke with Rome, they could not be tried under a civil court for breaking oaths sworn to the King, only a Papal court. But since the break with Rome they have come under civil authority, per the articles issued by His Royal Highness the Duke of Albany. Therefore, we can indeed try them for treason.” Lyon replied.

James smiled. That was the news he had been hoping for. “And do you think this will go by without much complaint?”

Atholl spoke then. “We both know that there will be complaints from the two Bishops but they and the people cannot do anything. The law is the law.”

“Indeed, it is.” James responded. “Send out the writs and summons. It is time we sorted that mess out.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Lyon said.

Atholl then took charge of the conversation. “We must speak on the matter of the proposed union that His Majesty has brought before us all.”

James nodded, he agreed with the King, they would be better placed to face of against the Spanish if they were united as one nation. “I believe that the King’s proposal is a sensible one. The Spanish and the French will continue to try and play us against His Majesty’s government in England if we are not united. We are loyal subjects here and our interests are aligned with England’s because we share a common King. Furthermore, His Majesy has agreed that we shall have equal representation in the Lords, therefore, I believe we must agree.”

Lyon spoke then. “The King has also agreed that there would be separation of laws, and that Scots Law would apply in Scotland and English law in England. There is nothing much I can find fault with.”

The Earl of Crawford spoke then. “And the fact that Parliament in Edinburgh will be meant useless, that we shall pay taxes to London now?”

“A fair exchange for getting more sway over the continent and His Majesty.” James said.

“Shall we put it to a vote?” Atholl asked.

“Yes.” James said immediately.

“Very well, those in favour?” Atholl asked.

“Aye!” James said raising his hand as did Atholl, Glamis and Huntly.

“Those against?” Atholl asked.

“Aye,” Crawford said raising his hand alongside Argyll.

“Those in favour have it.” Atholl said. “We shall write to His Majesty expressing our support.”

 

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Chapter 111: Parliament



April, 1567
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The first day of the new Parliamentary session. James had trooped in dressed in all his regalia knowing that the first thing he would do was speak of the Act of Union currently needing to be passed by the Lords. He straightened out and watched as his wife fiddled with something on her dress. He took her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back then they pulled apart as the Lord Chamberlain spoke.

“Gentlemen, be prepared for the speech from the throne.”

The lords fell silent, and all eyes turned to James. Though he had given this speech some eleven times already, he still felt nervous each time he prepared for it. This time he took a breath and said. “My lords, we sit before you now, King of three Kingdoms. However, due to the actions of the Scottish Parliament in passing the Act of Union there remains only two Kingdoms needed for this bill to be passed and become law. We know there are those of you with concerns about the act, and we are willing to hear them. However, we fully believe that this act is something that is necessary for the security and safety of our great nation. We were once one Kingdom ruled by a legendary King. We do not claim to be King Arthur, but we do admit that there are benefits to us for this also. The Parliament of Ireland is now considering the Act of Union and is due to pass it later this morning. We would be much obliged if we could hear your thoughts now.”

There was a brief pause, then the Duke of Somerset sat on his left hand side stood up and spoke. “Sire, we understand why you wish for the act to be passed. However, how do we know that we won’t be swarmed with Scots and Irishmen the moment the bill becomes law?” There was some murmuring at that, suggesting some level of agreement.

“You would know that had you read the bill itself, that there are limits to the number of Scottish and Irish lords that can sit in the Lords. Together they would number two hundred and fifty. Whereas there are currently six hundred peers in this chamber right now and more who have not yet attended.” James responded.

There was some murmuring at this and Somerset back down embarrassed, he was nothing like his great father and was more of a fool. Another person, this time the Duke of Suffolk rose. “Sire, we appreciate that there has been a great deal of thought and process put into this bill. Yet surely you can understand that we would harbour reservations? Scotland has long been a Kingdom that has been hostile to England, and to see some nobles in the house who would have once fought against us is something that makes some of us feel uneasy.”

Wars that were started because the English couldn’t accept that the Scots had their own right to sovereignty. James thought to himself, aloud he only said. “We understand that. However, the Scots have shown their loyalty time and time again. We request that you consider this bill with good intentions.” He stopped then and nodded to the Lord Chamberlain.

The man stepped forward and said. “Voting shall commence soon.”

James got up with his wife and walked out of the room toward the chambers where he would sit and wait for the vote. Once he arrived there, the doors were closed shut. He turned to Jane and asked. “How do you think it will go?”

Jane said nothing for a moment and then. “I know that my father will vote for the act, and I know that so too will Warwick and Somerset. I’m not sure about the others. You spoke well though.”

James nodded. “I still don’t see why these people are so hesitant for the act to go forward. The Scots share the same religion as them, they share the same royal family and it would remove them as a potential invasion threat.”

Jane sighed and said. “Old prejudices do not die quickly, my love.”

“It would seem not.” James grumbled.

They fell into silence then, Jane reading some pamphlet that spoke of something to do with Calvin, and James reading through a letter that had come from Sir Francis to do with the growing tension in France. Eventually, the door opened and James folded the letter and put it back into his coat. “What news?” He asked.

The Lord Chamberlain smiled. “The vote came back in favour, Sire. all votes in favour, none against.”

“Excellent.” James said as Jane clapped.

 

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Chapter 112: Guardian Moray



November, 1567
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The King was coming to Edinburgh at the end of the month to declare his brother officially of age and to allow him to assume his duty as lieutenant of Scotland. To that end James had decided to meet with his brother and see what the boy had learned in the time he had been under his tutelage. As he looked at him now, James saw a lot of their father in him, he was tall with dark hair and darker eyes, he had a slight scar under his right eye where he’d been hit during a joust.

“Tell me, Robert, what do you think of Atholl and Arran” James asked. It was important that the boy give a clear and concise view of the two of them, due to their position and power in Scotland.

“I believe that Arran is capable but is also very grasping. Indeed, I am surprised he has not yet suggested a marriage for myself and his granddaughter.” Robert responded. “Atholl is quieter, and more reserved. But he is smarter as well. He knows the ways to move within the workings of government.”

“And which of the two of them do you think is more dangerous?” James asked.

“Dangerous?” Robert asked raising an eyebrow.

“This is Scotland, and even if we are now officially part of Britain, there will be those who seek to do all sorts of things to the realm. Arran and Atholl are likely to be rallying figures for them, given their years of ruling here. So, which one do you think is more dangerous?” James explained.

Robert said nothing for a moment, indeed he seemed to be deep in thought on the matter. Eventually he replied. “I think they are both dangerous, but in different ways.”

“Elaborate.” James said.

“I think Arran is dangerous because he schemes, he never stops scheming. He is always thinking, planning and plotting. He wants to achieve something and so he goes about his way to try and achieve it. Atholl is quieter, more reserved but also smarter. He knows how to tell which way the wind is blowing and he will follow that direction. And when he does, he will ensure to take over that direction.” Robert said.

“And how would you deal with both men?” James asked.

Again Robert said nothing for a moment, and then. “With Arran I would ensure that he is kept close. I would include him in my councils but I would never reveal everything. I would always make it so that I hold the cards, not he.”

“A smart choice.” James said, and one he had considered himself.

“As for Atholl,” Robert said. “I would perhaps take his son as my friend and confidante and therefore ensure that he is tied to me through family.”

“Why?” James asked surprised, that was not how he would’ve approached it.

“Atholl is someone that is hard to read.” Robert said. “I think that is the only way to ensure he does not do something that could potentially jeopardize the government of Scotland.”

James thought on that, it made sense to him so he nodded. “Very well.”

“Do you think the King will recommend a marriage for me when he is here?” Robert asked, and in that moment he sounded like the young man he truly was.

“He might well do. It is his right to do so. Who would you marry if you could?” James asked intrigued.

Robert seemed thrown by this question, for he took after longer to respond that James had thought. Eventually he said. “Someone who brings benefit to the realm.”

“Very good.” James replied. “You are ready for the King’s visit.”

 

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Chapter 113: Squibble



March, 1568
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James had gone off to Scotland to name his brother of age and also as Lord Lieutenant of Scotland. He’d left her behind with their children to run the court in his absence. William Cecil continued to run the council and she occasionally sat in on meetings but never spoke. She knew how it would look without her husband there. Instead, what she did was holding regular meetings with her ladies to get the feel of where her husband’s advisors were and what the general mood of the court was.

Today was no exception. “What was the name of that poet, you were talking about before, Anne?” She asked Anne Somerset, Countess of Northumberland.

“Richard Lowecroft, Your Majesty. He hails from Durham and he writes some of the best verse I’ve ever read.” Anne said.

“What sort of things does he write?” She asked, intrigued. Poets could be used for good effect during the various bills and campaigns her husband wanted to run.

“About the crusades, Cleopatra and Anthony, and some of the more ancient Roman Emperors, Your Majesty.” Anne said.

“Why would he write about things that happened so far in the past?” Anne Stanhope, Dowager Duchess of Somerset asked.

“Because they inform the context of how he sees what is happening now.” Anne Northumberland said.

“What do you mean?” Stanhope asked.

“That the way in which the Roman Emperors acted and the way the crusades were carried out, he believes shape the events of the present day.” Anne Northumberland responded.

“That makes sense, in an odd sort of way I suppose.” Stanhope replied.

“And this Mr Lowecroft, is reliable?” Jane asked, a thought blooming in her mind.

“As reliable as can be, I think, Your Majesty.” Anne Northumberland said. “He has never failed in a commission yet.”

“Excellent.” Jane replied. She made a note of this down and then turned her attention to another one of her ladies. “Lady Arran, you have been awfully quiet as of late, is all well?”

Margaret Douglas, Duchess of Arran and a woman who Jane knew to be quite smart usually spoke quite frequently and loudly about her opinions and views, but since Jane had reprimanded her husband for going beyond his remit, she had been oddly quiet. “Yes Your Majesty. Apologies, I was merely thinking about something.”

“And what was that? Pray share with the rest of us.” Jane said.

Arran shifted nervously. “It is only that I have heard that there are some nobles who are flirting with some of the more impressionable of ladies at court, and are perhaps desiring to ruin their virtue.”

Jane leaned forward. Such a thing was a crime, but she needed to know exactly who and where before she could send Cecil’s son to act. “And do you know who is planning on doing this?”

Arran shifted. “I do not know for certain, but I believe it was the Earl of Warwick’s brother, Robert, and some of his friends.”

“Robert Dudley getting into trouble?” Anne Northumberland jested. “Why does that not surprise me.”

There was some murmuring of laughter there, but Jane focused on the point at hand. “How certain are you of this?”

“Reasonably certain, Your Majesty, I overheard Dudley’s friends speaking of this two days’ ago.” Arran responded.

“Very well, thank you.” Jane said. She knew what to do and how to do it.

 

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Chapter 114: Politics



June, 1568
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“After much thought we have decided that the new Parliament shall open in two months time. We expect you all to be there, and ready to present arguments ready for debate.” James said looking at the three nobles and his brother who were sat opposite him. “We understand that there are concerns over the constituencies that have been chosen to represent Scotland and we are looking into those concerns, but for now, the task is simple. We are one nation, there are no borders here, and there is no cause for alarm. Any other concerns you have may be put forward now.”

As he had expected, the Duke of Arran spoke first. “Sire, what are we to do about the treaty we had negotiated with Denmark? The Danish ambassador has asked for clarification as he had been told by Robert Dudley that such a treaty was for Scotland only.”

James made a note to remind Dudley of his place and continued. “Inform the ambassador that the treaty applies for the entire nation. Goods are to be brought into Edinburgh, Aberdeen as well as London.”

“And what if he refuses to comply? You know what the Danish are like.” Arran asked.

“Then you leave it to us, and we shall handle the matter.” James said. He knew the Danish ambassador, there would be no problem there.

“There was one concern I had, Sire.” Atholl said. “if we are all to be in the House of Lords in Westminster will the chamber be big enough?”

“Work is currently being done on it to ensure that it is ready for the first sitting in August.” James said.

“And in regards to the housing situation, you had mentioned, Sire, that the crown estate would help.” Atholl said.

“Indeed. We have given you all a list of properties to look at and to decide what to purchase. We shall not force you, but we will remind you that all loyal subjects will avoid the areas housed by the opposition.” James said simply.

“Of course, Sire.” Atholl said.

There was a brief pause as everyone took a sip of their wine, then Arran spoke. “My sources in France report that the King of France has viewed this union as a source of great worry and has indeed continued on his mission to prevent some of the lords of the realm taking their seats in Parliament. I believe he has had several messages of contact with the Earl of Huntly, and even the Earl of Morton.”

“And Lord Darnley?” James asked. Morton was a blithering idiot, Huntly was someone James knew how to handle, it was Darnley that distant cousin of his he was concerned about.

“So, far nothing. Darnley remains on his estate and moves very little. Indeed, I believe he has not even sought a bride yet.” Arran replied.

“Good, as for Morton, leave him to his wife. He shall be devoured by her if he tries anything. Huntly is someone we want you to keep an eye on. Is that understood?” James asked.

“Yes, Sire.” Arran said.

“Good, dismissed.” James said. Both Arran and Atholl left, but Robert and Moray remained.

“What did you make of that?” James asked his younger brother.

Robert, recently created Duke of Annandale spoke. “I think that Arran will try to control the Scots party in Parliament, and that Atholl be the one actually controlling things.”

“And why do you think that?” James asked.

“Because Arran is used to power, but he is old and tired now, and England will be a completely different game.” Robert responded.

“And Atholl?” James pressed.

“Atholl is someone who knows how to read a room, always has been.” Robert said simply.

“Good. You may go.” James said to his brother, Robert rose and bowed, before straightening and departing.

James then looked at his other brother Moray and said. “You have done well.”

“Thank you, Sire. He is a good student.” Moray replied.

“We will raise you to a Dukedom for this. It is only fitting for a King’s brother.” James said.

Moray looked shocked, he bowed his head and said. “You honour me, Sire.”

 

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Chapter 115: Obligatory



December, 1568​

The creation of the United Kingdom of Britannia had been something William had worked on since the King had ascended the throne. That it had finally happened and that Irish, Scottish and English lords and commons had met for the first time in August to discuss a series of issues, was a source of deep pride for William. To him that would be his legacy, but there were countless other things that needed sorting out. Foremost amongst them the issue of France and the religious wars currently being fought there.

William took a breath and then at a nod from the King spoke. “Sire, my lords, we have received word from our sources in Navarre that the Prince of Conde has died. The wounds he took during the fighting earlier this year have finally overpowered him.” He paused to allow this news to be fully digested.

The King asked then. “Who has taken command of the Huguenots?”

“Antoine, the King of Navarre. It seems that he has rallied his cousins and his family and other Protestant nobles to his side and is now pushing forward.” William said.

“Navarre is next in line to the throne is he not?” The Duke of Arran asked.

“He is, Your Grace.” William said. “That combined with the general loathing that the House of Guise has incurred as advisors to King Charles has drawn a lot of support to Navarre.”

“So, the matter should be sorted then for us, surely?” The Duke of Norfolk a keen member of the Britannic church said then. “The King of Navarre is not a Catholic and he has recognised our King as the head of religion within the British Isles. He and his wife have shown they are true to their word. Something that cannot be said for the French King and his mother. We should ally with them.”

William saw the sense in what Norfolk was saying, indeed he agreed with him, but he was still somewhat hesitant to go forward with open encouragement. Therefore, he said. “Navarre’s son is still only young, fifteen at most, not any older than that. Plus there are rumours that the Queen Dowager wishes to arrange a marriage between her youngest daughter and the Prince of Viana.”

“But would she do that if Spain is also offering the hand of the Prince of Asturias?” The King asked then.

“I do not think so, Sire.” William admitted.

The Earl of Arundel, one of the few men who remained a Catholic spoke then. “I would urge caution here, though, Sire. Navarre is good for our interests in the short term, but in the long term I am unsure whether he can be considered reliable.”

William saw where Arundel was coming from, but he wondered if the King would. “You mean to say you think a successful Navarre would turn away from us and ensure that France allies with the German Protestant states.” The King surmised.

“Exactly, Sire. If Navarre succeeds in this war, he will likely either take the throne himself, or more likely install Henry, Duke of Anjou on the throne. This latter action would make Anjou a puppet.” Arundel said.

William spoke then. “Especially as King Charles has already married Maria Anna of Portugal and had a child by her, at our suggestion, Sire.”

The King nodded. “Indeed this is true.” There was a pause and in that pause William suspected he knew what the King’s answer would be. “Send word to Edmund Campion, invite him to court, we shall speak with him over the winter months, and then use him as a medium with Paris.”

“Yes, Sire.” William said. “Shall I also write to Thomas Gresham?” Gresham was the King’s main financial advisor and a superb banker who William thought deserved a knighthood and a peerage for his financial efforts.

“Yes. Tell him to send a loan to the Huguenots.” The King commanded.

 

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Chapter 116: Maximilian



February, 1569​

“Sire, we must discuss the matter of the Imperial marriages.” His Chancellor Ernst said.

Maximilian bit back a sigh. Ever since his son Rudolf had died, his advisors had been on him to arrange a marriage not only for his eldest surviving son Ernest but also for his daughter Anna. Maria, his wife rarely spoke to him for long periods now. He knew she blamed him for the death of Rudolf, despite the fact the boy had died in Spain. “Very well.” He paused for a moment and then said. “The only sensible marriage for our daughter is the Prince of Asturias.”

Ernst nodded his head so fast it looked as if it might fall off. “I agree, Sire. Indeed, it seems that King Philippe is of the same mind, for he has cancelled any and all negotiations with the French over the hand of Princess Margaret.”

Maximilian nodded. He had always thought his cousin might do that, the moment Rudolf had died and they’d gotten the letter he’d known something like this would happen. “Very well, send the letter to our cousin. The appropriate time of mourning has passed.”

“And what of His Highness, Sire?” Ernst asked.

“Well, logic would dictate that we look to either Margaret of France for the marriage to ensure that we keep the peace there. Or that we look closer to home.” Maximilian said. “Ideally we would prefer someone closer to home. We do not trust the French.” And he had heard rumours about Margaret of France and the company she kept. He knew she would be miserable here around his son, and his son would be just as miserable.

“Perhaps Maria Anna of Bavaria, then Sire?” Ernst asked. “Her father has provided a lot of support in the fight against the Turks, and he has stood strongly by Your Imperial Majesty’s side during the struggles with the Protestants.”

Maximilian nodded. He knew that, he also knew Bavaria was the second most powerful noble in the Empire. perhaps the marriage might go some way toward healing the rift within the empire, as well as between him and Maria. After all, the girl was supposed to be just as religious as his wife and son were. “Send a letter to the Duke and see what happens.”

“Of course, Sire.” Ernst said.

Maximilian nodded. He knew his brother Charles had been considering marrying Maria Anna, but truly that thought slightly disgusted him. The girl was their niece, they would be better placed if Charles married someone else. He would need to think on that soon as well, for his brother was getting agitated without some proper domesticity. He turned his thoughts away from that and toward another pressing matter. “What is the situation in Constantinople?” The fact that the Turks held the eternal city continued to anger him, they were not deserving of it.

“The civil war has ended, Sire. And Sultan Suleiman’s grandson now sits the throne. Mehmed. He is a boy of twelve, and will have a long regency council.” Foreign Minister, the Prince of Salm said.

“Very well, how does this effect our chances in Hungary?” Maximilian demanded.

“We have two choices, Sire.” Salm said. “Either we can go for a full war now, without the complete support of the Imperial Princes, or we can wait and see whether the regency council descends into more war. If they do, then I believe Transylvania will be ours.”

“What of Zapolya?” Maximilian asked. The man had been a constant thorn in his father’s side, he did not want a similar issue plaguing him.

“Zapolya is ailing, Sire. He took a blow fighting against bandits and now is forced to rest permanently in bed. His son has taken over some of the commands, but he is also facing pressure.” Salm replied.

“Then we shall send a small force into Hungary to handle Zapolya’s forces and we shall move from there.” Maximilian said.

Salm nodded. “As you wish, Sire.”