The Merry Monarch's Wife (22 page)

“Is he eager to marry her?” I asked.

Clarendon raised his shoulders to imply who was not eager to marry Frances Stuart?

“He is free to marry,” said Clarendon.

“And Frances Stuart?”

He hesitated. “It occurred to me…well…she is a lady of your bedchamber…a word from the Queen…. She could be reminded of the pitfalls about her. I am sure she would understand.”

“You are suggesting that I should talk to her, that I should tell her she should marry Richmond?”

“She would listen to Your Majesty's advice. She is a very simple girl. She needs advice. She could find herself in a difficult situation which she would not be able to handle.”

“Talk to her? I…?”

“Who but the Queen? Perhaps Your Majesty would think about the matter. But I do believe that some prompt action is necessary.”

“I understand,” I told him.

“I knew Your Majesty would. The girl should be settled. That is most important.”

He smiled and took his leave.

When he had gone I felt deeply shocked. He had talked in innuendoes but I knew what was behind it.

It was true that Charles was contemplating divorcing me and marrying Frances Stuart. It might well be that Archbishop Sheldon was already working out a means of getting a divorce for the King on the grounds of my infertility.

I was frightened. Stretching out before me was a dreary future. I should be sent away. I should never see him again. And, strange as it might seem, I would rather be near him enduring jealousy and uncertainty than be away from him.

I thought of going back to Portugal: the emptiness of the palace without my mother, the quarrels between my brothers, myself sitting day after day with my attendants, stitching…reading…listening to music; perhaps waiting for the Spaniards to attack us.

I could not endure it.

Clarendon was seriously concerned. He would do everything he could to stop the divorce. He had arranged my marriage, and my downfall would be his. He would be making comparisons, as all would be at this time, and thinking of the fate of Cardinal Wolsey. And Thomas Cromwell was another who had arranged an unsatisfactory marriage for his King. Then it might be that Clarendon wanted the King's marriage to be unfruitful to make the way clear for his grandchildren.

For whatever reason, he did not want a divorce for the King, so he and I were allies. He was ready to fight for his position and that of his grandchildren; and I would fight for my future.

I was thinking what I would say to Frances Stuart.

         

I DID NOT HAVE TO SAY IT.
I had forgotten Lady Castlemaine's part in all this. How that woman always seemed to be in the forefront!

I had not given much thought to what she would be feeling about these rumors until then.

She hated Frances. She knew that if Frances Stuart had given way that would have been the end of Barbara Castlemaine; she was lingering on as second best, only holding her position because it was rejected by Frances. The thought of her rival actually sharing the throne must have infuriated her.

She had always made it her affair to know what was going on. She had her spies everywhere. Her Mrs. Sarah would be on good terms with Frances's servants; and if Frances ever turned from her virtuous path, one could be sure that it would reach Barbara's ears before long.

It was the day after Clarendon had spoken to me. There was tension in the air, tittering and sibilant whispers in corners which told me that something had happened.

I learned of it from Lettice, though she was rather reluctant to tell it, for the reason that Charles played a part in it.

Frances was not on duty and I asked where she was. She was not feeling well, I was told.

“What ails her?” I wanted to know.

Lettice looked at Lady Suffolk, then Lettice burst out: “She was somewhat upset last night, Your Majesty.”

“Why was that?”

There was silence.

“I know something has happened,” I said. “I want to know what. Is there some secret, some conspiracy?”

Lettice decided that I must be told and she said: “It was Lady Castlemaine's doing. She took the King to Miss Stuart's apartments last night.” She hesitated, and I said impatiently:

“Yes, yes. What happened?”

“Lady Castlemaine knew the Duke would be with her and wanted the King to see them together.”

“The Duke of Richmond and Lennox?” I asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And in Miss Stuart's apartments?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Alone with her?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. They were just talking, Your Majesty. Lady Castlemaine created a scene. You know, Your Majesty, that she never lowers her voice. Several people heard what she was saying.”

“And what was that?”

“That Miss Stuart's modesty was a pose to attract the King, that she was conducting a love affair with the Duke…and it was very likely that he was not the only one. It was really rather scandalous. What one would expect from…”

“Lady Castlemaine,” I finished.

“The King was very angry to see Miss Stuart with the Duke.”

“Yes?” I murmured.

“Miss Stuart said that it was a perfectly innocent visit. They were talking together before saying good night…nothing more. Lady Castlemaine shouted that that was a likely tale; and she was glad to expose Frances for what she was, and she hoped the King would not be such a fool as to go on believing in all that virginity in future. The King left them…but he was clearly hurt and angry.”

“And what then?”

“Everyone waits to see. The Duke has gone. He left the court. No one knows where he is…except perhaps Miss Stuart. She is staying in her apartments.”

“She is there now?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I see. I am glad to be in the secret. Thank you, Lettice.”

IT WAS AFTERNOON
before I saw Frances. She had not appeared, so I sent for her. I was alone when I received her. She looked frightened.

I said: “Come and sit on the stool, Frances, and tell me what is wrong.”

“Your Majesty has doubtless heard what happened last night.”

“Yes. The Duke of Richmond and Lennox was in your apartments when Lady Castlemaine burst in with the King. That is so, is it not?”

“Yes. There was nothing wrong. I have never…I have always said I wouldn't…and I never have.”

“I believe you, Frances,” I said.

“Oh, thank you, Madam. I fear the King does not. He will be very angry.”

“
He
should not be,” I said ironically.

“But it was not so. I never have. I've always sworn.”

I patted her hand. “I understand the Duke came in for a little chat before saying goodnight. Is that so?”

“Yes…yes.”

“Perhaps it was a little unwise. I believe he has strong feelings for you.”

“He…he wants to marry me.”

“And you?”

“I should like to be married, Your Majesty.”

“Well, Lady Castlemaine brought the King to your apartments because she knew the Duke would be there. I wonder how she knew? Perhaps he made a habit of escorting you to your apartments and coming in to say goodnight.”

“He has done it before…but that was all. We never…”

I silenced her again. I believed her. If she had been going to be someone's mistress, it would have been the King's, I was sure.

“And now,” I said, “what shall you do?”

“I do not know. Perhaps the King will send me away.”

“I scarcely think he will do that. I understand the Duke has already gone. Do you know where?”

She looked at me in frightened silence, her lips pressed together. So she did know.

“All right,” I said soothingly, as one would to a child. “It is going to be rather uncomfortable for you at court, Frances.” She looked at me trustingly. “I should like to help you.”

She took my hand and kissed it.

“It is time you were married,” I continued. “If you had a husband he would protect you from all these men who are seeking to seduce you.”

“Oh yes,” she said.

“And you say the Duke wishes to marry you?”

“Yes, Madam. He has asked me.”

“And what have you said?”

“I…I am not sure.”

“You would be a duchess.”

She smiled. The prospect was obviously agreeable to her.

I had heard that the King had offered to make her a duchess if she became his mistress. That was before the rumors of divorce had crept in.

She had refused. I believed that she was a virgin. She had no doubt been taught that it was unwise to give in to any man without marriage, and in her rather simple mind that had become an indisputable doctrine to which she clung.

But to be a duchess through marriage would please her.

“You would like to marry the Duke, would you, Frances?”

“Yes,” she said.

“If you joined him, you could be married…then you would be safe.”

“The King…”

“The King could do nothing if you were already married.”

She was thoughtful.

“There could be an elopement,” I suggested.

Her eyes shone with excitement.

“If you knew where the Duke was, you could go to him,” I went on. You could get married without delay. Then you could have a husband to protect you. I am sure the King would soon ask you and your husband to come back to court. Suppose you joined the Duke today? If only you knew where he is…”

“I do know. He is taking rooms at The Bear near London Bridge. He has had rooms there before. He is going to stay there until he sees what happens.”

“The Bear! That is not far. Why do you not join him there? Why do you not elope? Go back to your apartments. You are not well enough to see anyone and I have told you to go to your bed and stay there until tomorrow. As soon as it's dark, you must leave the palace. Try not to be seen and take a carriage to The Bear near London Bridge. Tell the Duke that you are ready to marry him.”

“Oh, Your Majesty!”

“Do as I say. Tell no one. Very soon you will be the Duchess of Richmond and Lennox. I am sure you will be a charming duchess.”

“Your Majesty is so kind.”

I kissed her and wished her Godspeed, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

What good fortune this was! In becoming the Duchess of Richmond and Lennox, Frances could sweep away all my fears of being set aside.

This could not be anything but a fortunate turn of affairs for me.

         

THE WHOLE COURT WAS TALKING
about Frances's elopement. The King was furious and shrouded in melancholy. He was unlike himself. He must have cared deeply for Frances.

At length we heard that she and the Duke were married. I hoped she would be happy. She was such a simpleton, and I should greatly have preferred her to Lady Castlemaine if there had not been this threat of divorce. What I then heard of the Duke led me to believe that Frances might suffer some disillusion. He had already had two wives and he was constantly looking for favors at court; moreover he drank heavily.

I had a few qualms orf conscience when I heard this, even though I had not discovered it all until after the marriage. Perhaps I had been thinking too much of my own advantage. But at least she had married, which was what she had wanted; and it was she who had chosen Richmond.

As the weeks passed, the elopement of Frances Stuart ceased to be the main topic of conversation throughout the court. Lady Castlemaine retained her position and was obviously delighted to be rid of her formidable rival.

The war was going badly and the King was deeply immersed in the need to rebuild the city. More money was needed. There was never enough.

That June the country suffered one of the most humiliating defeats it had ever known. People were outraged and amazed to see the Dutch fleet right on our shores. It sailed up the Medway as far as Chatham, took possession of Sheerness and burned several of our ships—the
Royal Oak,
the
Great James
and the newly launched
Loyal London
among them. They blew up stores of ammunition worth forty thousand pounds; and they did all this more or less unopposed, having taken the English completely by surprise. During the operation they lost only two of their own ships. Not that these had been taken in battle; they had merely run aground and were set fire to by the Dutch to prevent their falling into English hands.

There was great fear that they would reach London; and ships were sunk at Blackwall and Woolwich to prevent their doing this.

Having wreaked havoc not only on our ships but on our morale, the Dutch sailed triumphantly away.

The English were outraged and, as is customary, they looked for a scapegoat.

They chose Clarendon. He had become increasingly unpopular over the last years. I was deeply sorry for him. I knew he was not guilty of what he was accused. It was no fault of his that we were at war with the Dutch, nor that we had suffered plague and fire and lacked the necessary funds to carry on the war successfully.