Queen of This Realm (58 page)

Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down his pitted cheeks. I took a kerchief from my waist and mopped his eyes.

“There! You are a great commander, remember. You will know great glory. I am sure of it.”

In a fit of temper he took off the ring which I had given him and threw it onto the ground.

“English women are like their weather,” he said bitterly. “They are all smiles one day and rain the next.”

Poor little man. He was indeed put out.

I must be careful, though. I still had to think of a French alliance with Spain.

I continued to wipe his eyes, for the tears were still running down his cheeks. Tears of rage, I noted. Poor little Anjou, his mother would say, once again he has failed.

I said: “Perhaps this is not final…”

Hope leaped into his eyes. Could I really keep him dangling a little longer? If I could do that and keep him fighting in the Netherlands, the French and Spaniards would not form an alliance. Was it possible?

He looked a little hopeful. He was clutching at hope, anything rather than to appear to the world as the rejected one.

It would offer him small comfort to know that I had never intended to
take him. I had played my part so successfully that I had deluded him into thinking that I would.

“We will talk later,” I said.

Then he left me, his tears dried and a new hope in his heart.

BURGHLEY, WALSINGHAM AND THE
rest were amazed at what I had done. Robert was secretly amused, and not surprised, I think. Perhaps he had known me better than the others.

“I have given him hope,” I said.

“He will never believe that again.”

“Perhaps not. But we have to help the little man to regain his selfrespect. Let me see the settlements you have drawn up.”

I took them and said: “There is one clause which must be added. The French must return Calais.”

“They will never do that!” cried Hatton aghast.

“Assuredly they will not. That is why I shall demand it. Only the return of Calais will induce me to go on with the marriage.”

“They would never let us back on their territory even for marriage.”

“Exactly so. That is why we make this a necessary condition. We have kept Anjou in the Netherlands; we have delayed an agreement between France and Spain; and we have gained important time. Our ships are being built in our dockyards. The prospect of that French marriage has served us well. I should have liked to go on with negotiations a little longer, which would have served us even better. But the end is in sight. However, let us be grateful for the help it has given us.”

They were astounded, but I saw the respect in their faces.

Burghley said solemnly: “The people of this country will know one day that their greatest ruler was Elizabeth.”

“In the meantime,” I said, “I shall be very happy with their affection. I believe there is rejoicing in the streets now because the news has leaked out that I have refused the French marriage. No, I do not wish my little Frog Prince to suffer too deep a humiliation. I was in fact quite fond of the little fellow. He was amusing and some of you would do well to learn from his gracious manners. So I am going to offer him money to continue the struggle in the Netherlands. They need help against the Spaniards. They have asked us for it again and again. Well, we will help them through Anjou, and my little Prince can fight our battles for us.”

They were further surprised but I could see the excitement in their faces.

“It will have to be decided how much we can give him. It will have to be substantial. As you know, I am not in favor of Englishmen fighting wars—but I fully approve of others doing it for them.”

I was delighted by the admiration I saw in their eyes … admiration and pride…in me, their Queen.

I looked at Robert, and he was smiling at me.

IT WAS LESS
difficult than I had imagined it to be to placate my little Frog.

“Why,” I said, “you have shown us all what a brilliant commander you are.”

I looked at him sharply. Was that too blatant? He had often shown that that was the last thing he had proved himself to be. He swallowed it. He was thinking of his one success at Cambrai.

“My dear little Frog,” I went on, “you are going to prove yourself even more. You will subdue the Spaniards in the Netherlands and come back to us a hero.”

He was already seeing himself féted, riding through the streets of London—a conquering hero. And finally, I should marry him after all and he would be able to laugh in the faces of both his brother and his mother. King of England! I was sure he could feel the crown already on his head.

“I have talked over this matter with my Council and it has been agreed that you shall have sixty thousand pounds—half within fifteen days of leaving and the other half fifty days after that.”

He seemed delighted, and we smiled and chatted together, resuming our old relationship.

He lingered though and as I was eager for him to go, and realized that he lacked the funds to start, I arranged that he should be given 10,000 at once.

“Now there is nothing to hold you back,” I said. “And I am going to send you an escort, at the head of which shall be the finest man in my kingdom.”

They all knew who that was.

“And I myself shall accompany you to Canterbury,” I added.

And so departed my little Duc. I rode between him and Robert on the way to Canterbury. Robert looked magnificent. He always did on such occasions. He loved the pomp and glitter. What a king he would have made!

The people came out to cheer as we went along. I smiled and waved. They were expressing their delight in the departure of my suitor.

I wondered if there would be another. Regretfully I doubted it. The game of courtship had always fascinated me. I enjoyed every minute because always at the end there was escape. It was the journey which was appealing, never the arrival. I wondered whether Robert and Lettice were as delighted with each other as they had been in the beginning. He must have thought a great deal of her to marry her and risk my wrath.

I smiled secretly. He would not be seeing her for a little while. She would
know that he was riding beside me to Canterbury because I had selected him for the task of escorting Anjou. How she must be longing to come to Court! Go on longing, Lettice, I thought, I will never give you that satisfaction.

The time had come to say farewell and I embraced Anjou with a show of tenderness.

I said: “I would give a million pounds to have my little Frog swimming in the Thames.”

To which he replied that he would come back with honors, and when he did there should be a marriage.

I sent for Robert.

“Now, my lord,” I said, “you must take good care not to offend me as you have done of late.”

He looked bewildered and asked in what way he had offended me.

“By not taking care of yourself. I watched you at dinner. You could scarcely get rid of the food in your mouth before you were shoveling in the next mouthful. You eat like a pig. You drink too much. Robert Dudley, I will not have it.”

“My sweet lady …” he began.

“There will be no sweetness from me if you do not take better care of yourself. And I tell you this, if I hear of any disorder attacking you, I shall blame you for it.”

His eyes looked yearningly at me in a manner which I knew so well and I said gently: “Robin, take care.”

The cavalcade rode on to Dover, and when I heard that the Duc d'Anjou had set sail I went to my apartments and laughed aloud.

Hearing my laughter, two of my women came in and I seized them both and danced round the chamber with them.

I had to rejoice. I had come out of a dangerous situation very well indeed.

BUT I WAS NOT
really satisfied until Robert was safely back.

Burghley came to tell me that he had seen him.

“And how looked he?” I said.

“In good health and high spirits, Your Majesty.”

“I am glad.”

“He said he left Anjou like an old hulk run ashore high and dry stuck in a sandbank.”

“And he thought that amusing, did he?”

“He thought the Duc was rather ridiculous.”

I said coldly: “My Lord Leicester gives himself airs and is pleased to laugh at his betters. He is a traitor like all his horrible family.”

Burghley did not comment. He knew that whatever I said of Robert was said in affection; and no one would be allowed to criticize him in my hearing no matter what
I
said about him.

I went on: “This has been a costly matter, eh… this ridding ourselves of this suitor of mine?”

“Your Majesty,” said Burghley, “we have paid a good price, but when we consider, I think we shall decide that what we paid was cheap for what we have gained.”

I smiled and nodded and I thought: I will send for Robert and hear his version of the journey; and the prospect of seeing Robert always put me in a good mood.

IT NOW SEEMED
clear to both Robert and me that whatever happened the bonds which held us together would never be broken; they might slacken or become frayed; but the relationship between us was different from any either of us had with another person. It was deep affection, I was sure; it had always been passionate and romantic, and all the more lasting because it had never reached what people called fulfillment. How many people fall madly in love and find their passion fading when their senses become satiated? Our affection had been kept constantly in flower because we had never allowed it to wither through excess. Was he as devoted to Lettice as he had been when he married her? I was sure he could not be; when I sent for him he came with such alacrity.

He had offended me never so much as he had by his marriage. With anyone else it would have been the end. Not with Robert. There could only be one ending to my love for him and that was Death.

Robert believed entirely in himself. Since I had shown that my affection for him was unimpaired, he had become more egotistical, more self-seeking, even more ambitious. If he had not been so, I doubted whether I should have admired him as I did. Robert never gave up. He had failed to marry me and in desperation had at last turned to Lettice. He had wanted his son to be heir to the throne, but he had had to make do with Lettice's child instead of mine. But he still had plans, and when I heard what those plans were I was almost as overcome with rage as I had been when I heard of his marriage.

Sussex told me of them. Trust Sussex. He never failed to bring me notice of anything concerning Robert which he thought would weaken my regard for him. He need not have bothered. I knew my Robert better than anyone else did.

Sussex said: “I trust my lord Leicester has consulted Your Majesty regarding the arrangements for the marriages in his family.”

“Arrangements,” I gasped. “What arrangements?”

“Those of his son and his stepdaughter.”

“That baby! And his stepdaughter. Wasn't she married a little while ago to Lord Rich?”

“That was Penelope, the elder daughter, Your Majesty.”

“A saucy wench, that one. She has something of her mother in her. A wanton brood … all of them. She was after young Philip Sidney at one time. He wrote some verses for her. Then she married Rich and young Sidney turned to Walsingham's girl. What marriages do you speak of?”

“There is another daughter—Dorothy. And Leicester is sending out feelers to Scotland to James, for he fancies a match between his stepdaughter Dorothy and Mary of Scotland's son.”

I was dumbfounded. Dorothy Devereux! That she-wolf's cub to be Queen of Scotland! Aye, and if some would have it, Queen of England! What was Robert thinking of? He must be mad to think I would ever agree to that!

“I thought Your Majesty should know of my lord Leicester's ambitions. Moreover he suggests Arabella Stuart for his son.”

“I find this impossible to believe,” I said. “I always knew my lord Leicester had pretensions to grandeur. Send for him without delay.”

Robert came, all eagerness. The rascal could not know that I had heard of his latest schemes, or perhaps he thought I was so besotted with him that I would agree to them. I admitted to myself that I must have given him grounds for believing that. After my initial rage, I had accepted his marriage and the only consequence of that was the banishment of Lettice Knollys from Court. Yes, I could see that Robert believed he could act in whatever way he fancied and still keep my affection. He had a lesson to learn.

When he saw my face he paused for I was glowering at him.

“So, my lord Leicester,” I said, “you are making plans to advance your wife's family.”

He was a little taken aback. How long, I wondered, had he been working in the dark to bring about these marriages behind my back? That made the whole project even worse. It was deceitful. He was a wicked man, my Robert.

“I…er… thought there was no harm…Of course my son is but a baby yet…”

“Royal princes are often betrothed in their cradles and grand alliances are made for them,” I cried. “It is a pretty pass when plans are made for royal marriages and kept in secret from the only one who could give permission for them to take place. You have too high an opinion of yourself, Robert Dudley. You and that she-wolf give yourselves too many airs. How dare you seek to set your son on the throne!”

“Your Majesty, I never thought for one moment—”

“You never thought for one moment! You would marry your son to Arabella Stuart. I can see how your mind works, my lord. Arabella Stuart, daughter of Charles Stuart, whose brother Darnley married Mary of Scotland. Arabella's father is the grandson of my father's sister. Royal connections, eh? Claims to the throne. And born English too. The English like an English Queen, do they not? Just in case James Stuart does not reach the throne, Arabella might. Two chances … Dorothy Devereux for James— your stepdaughter, no less—and your son for Arabella. What reasoning, Robert! Two lines to success. But first of all the old lady has to die…or to be put out. What are your plans for that, master plotter?”

Robert had turned pale.

“How can you talk so? You know that if aught happened to you, my very desire for living would be at an end.”