_CHAPTER XX_
_Down into France_
So it came to pass that Mary was married unto Louis and went down intoFrance.
[Again the editor takes the liberty of substituting Hall's quaintaccount of Mary's journey to France.]
Then when all things were redy for the conueyaunce of this noble Ladye, the kyng her brother in the moneth of Auguste, and the xV daye, with the quene his wife and his sayde sister and al the court came to Douer and there taryed, for the wynde was troblous and the wether fowle, in so muche that shippe of the kynges called the Libeck of IXC. tonne was dryuen a shore before Sangate and there brase & of VI C. men scantely escaped iiiC and yet the most part of them were hurt with the wrecke. When the wether was fayre, then al her wardrobe, stable, and riches was shipped, and such as were appoyncted to geue their attendaunce on her as the duke of Norfolke, the Marques of Dorset, the Bysshop of Durham, the Earle of Surrey, the lorde Delawar, sir Thomas Bulleyn and many other knights, Squyers, getlemen & ladies, al these went to shippe and the sayde ladye toke her leaue of the quene in the castell of Douer, and the king brought her to the sea syde, and kissed her, and betoke her to GOD and the fortune of the see and to the gouernaunce of the French king her husband. Thus at the hower of foure of the clock in the morenynge thys fayre ladye toke her shippe with al her noble compaignie: and when they had sayled a quarter of the see, the wynde rose and seuered some of the shippes to Cayles, and some in Flaunders and her shippe with greate difficultie to Bulleyn, and with greate ieopardy at the entrying of the hauen, for the master ran the shippe hard on shore, but the botes were redy and receyued this noble ladye, and at the landyng Sir Christopher Garnysha stode in the water and toke her in his armes, and so caryed her to land, where the Duke of Vandosme and a Cardynall with many estates receyued her, and her ladies, and welcommed all the noble men into the countrey, and so the quene and all her trayne came to Bulleyn and ther rested, and from thence she remoued by dyuerse lodgynges tyll she came all most within iii miles of Abuyle besyde the forrest of Arders, and ther kynge Loyes vppon a greate courser met her, (which he so longe desired) but she toke her way righte on, not stopping to conurse. Then he returned to Abuyle by a secret waye, & she was with greate triumphe, procession & pagiantes receyued into the toune of Abuyle the VIII day of October by the Dolphin, which receyued her with greate honor. She was appeareilled in cloth of siluer, her horse was trapped in goldsmythes work very rychly. After her followed xxxvi ladies al ther palfreys trapped with crymsyn veluet, embraudered: after the folowed one charyott of cloth of tyssue, the seconde clothe of golde and the third Crymsyn veluet embraudered with the kynges armes & hers, full of roses. After them folowed a greate nomber of archers and then wagons laden with their stuf. Greate was the riches in plate, iuels, money, and hangynges that this ladye brought into France. The Moday beyng the daye of Sayncte Denyce, the same kynge Leyes maried the lady Mary in the greate church of Abuyle, bothe appareled in goldesmythes woorke. After the masse was done ther was a greate banket and fest and the ladyes of England highly entreteyned.
The Tewesdaye beyng the x daye of October all the Englishmen except a fewe that wer officers with the sayde quene were discharged whiche was a greate sorowe for theim, for some had serued her longe in the hope of preferment and some that had honest romes left them to serue her and now they wer out of seruice, which caused the to take thought in so much, some dyed by way returning, and some fell mad, but ther was no remedy. After the English lordes had done ther commission the French kynge wylled the to take no lenger payne & so gaue to theim good rewardes and they toke ther leaue of the quene and returned.
Then the Dolphyn of Fraunce called Frauncys duke of Valoys, or Fraunceys d'Angouleme, caused a solempne iustes to be proclaymed, which shoulde be kept in Parys in the moneth of Noueber next ensuyng, and while al these thinges were prepearyng, the Ladye Mary, the V. daye of Noueber, then beying Sondaye was with greate solempnitee crowned Queen of Fraunce in the monasterye of Saynct Denyce, and the Lorde Dolphyn, who was young, but very toward, al the season held the crowune ouer her hed, because it was of greate waight, to her greuaunce.
Madame Mary took her time, since a more deliberate journey bride nevermade to waiting bride-groom. She was a study during this wholeperiod--weeping and angry by turns. She, who had never known amoment's illness in all her days, took to her bed upon two occasionsfrom sheer antipathetic nervousness, and would rest her head uponJane's breast and cry out little, half-articulate prayers to God thatshe might not kill the man who was her husband, when they should meet.
When we met the king about a league this side of Abbeville, and whenMary beheld him with the shadow of death upon his brow, she took hope,for she knew he would be but putty in her hands, so manifestly weakwas he, mentally and physically. As he came up she whipped her horseand rode by him at a gallop, sending me back with word that he mustnot be so ardent; that he frightened her, poor, timid little thing, soafraid of--nothing in the world. This shocked the French courtiers,and one would think would have offended Louis, but he simply grinnedfrom ear to ear, showing his yellow fangs, and said whimperingly: "Oh,the game is worth the trouble. Tell her majesty I wait at Abbeville."
The old king had ridden a horse to meet his bride in order that hemight appear more gallant before her, but a litter was waiting to takehim back to Abbeville by a shorter route, and they were married againin person.
[Again a quotation from Hall is substituted]:
Mondaye the .vi daye of Noueber, ther the sayde quene was receyued into the cytee of Parys after the order thar foloweth. First the garde of the cytee met her with oute Sayncte Denyce al in coates of goldsmythes woorke with shippes gylt, and after them mett her al the prestes and religious whiche were estemed to be. iiiM. The quene was in a chyre coured about (but not her ouer person) in white clothe of golde, the horses that drewe it couered in clothe of golde, on her bed a coronall, al of greate perles, her necke and brest full of Iuels, before her wente a garde of Almaynes after ther fascion, and after them al noblemen, as the Dolphyn, the Duke of Burbon, Cardynalles, and a greate nomber of estates. Aboute her person rode the kynge's garde the whiche wer Scottes. On the morowe bega the iustes, and the quene stode so that al men might see her, and wonder at her beautie, and the kynge was feble and lay on a couche for weakenes.
So Mary was twice married to Louis, and, although she was his queenfast and sure enough, she was not his wife.
You may say what you will, but I like a fighting woman; one with atouch of the savage in her when the occasion arises; one who can fightfor what she loves as well as against what she hates. She usuallyloves as she fights--with all her heart.
So Mary was crowned, and was now a queen, hedged about by the tinseleddivinity that hedgeth royalty.
It seemed that she was climbing higher and higher all the time fromBrandon, but in her heart every day she was brought nearer to him.
There was one thing that troubled her greatly, and all the time. Henryhad given his word that Brandon should be liberated as soon as Maryhad left the shores of England, but we had heard nothing of thismatter, although we had received several letters from home. A doubt ofher brother, in whom she had little faith at best, made an ache at herheart, which seemed at times likely to break it--so she said. Onenight she dreamed that she had witnessed Brandon's execution, herbrother standing by in excellent humor at the prank he was playingher, and it so worked upon her waking hours that by evening she wasill. At last I received a letter from Brandon--which had been delayedalong the road--containing one for Mary. It told of his full pardonand restoration to favor, greater even than before; and her joy was sosweet and quiet, and yet so softly delirious, that I tell you plainlyit brought tears to my eyes and I could not hold them back.
The marriage, when once determined upon, had not cast her down nearlyso deep as I had expected, and soon she grew to be quite cheerful andhappy. This filled me with regret, for I thou
ght of how Brandon mustsuffer, and felt that her heart was a poor, flimsy thing to take thistrouble so lightly.
I spoke to Jane about it, but she only laughed. "Mary is all right,"said she; "do not fear. Matters will turn out better than you think,perhaps. You know she generally manages to have her own way in theend."
"If you have any comfort to give, please give it, Jane. I feel mostkeenly for Brandon, heart-tied to such a wilful, changeable creatureas Mary."
"Sir Edwin Caskoden, you need not take the trouble to speak to me atall unless you can use language more respectful concerning mymistress. The queen knows what she is about, but it appears that youcannot see it. I see it plainly enough, although no word has ever beenspoken to me on the subject. As to Brandon being tied to her, it seemsto me she is tied to him, and that he holds the reins. He could driveher into the mouth of purgatory."
"Do you think so?"
"I know it."
I remained in thought a moment or two, and concluded that she wasright. In truth, the time had come to me when I believed that Jane,with her good sense and acute discernment, could not be wrong inanything, and I think so yet. So I took comfort on faith from her, andasked: "Do you remember what you said should happen before we returnto England?"
Jane hung her head. "I remember."
"Well?"
She then put her hand in mine and murmured, "I am ready any time youwish."
Great heaven! I thought I should go out of my senses. She should havetold me gradually. I had to do something to express my exultation, soI walked over to a bronze statue of Bacchus, about my size--that is,height--put my hat--which I had been carrying under my arm--on hishead, cut a few capers in an entirely new and equally antic step, andthen drew back and knocked that Bacchus down. Jane thought I had gonestark mad, and her eyes grew big with wonder, but I walked proudlyback to her after my victory over Bacchus, and reassured her--with afew of Mary's messages that I had still left over, if the truth mustbe told. Then we made arrangements that resulted in our marriage nextmorning.
Accordingly, Queen Mary and one or two others went with us down to alittle church, where, as fortune would have it, there was a littlepriest ready to join together in the holy bonds of wedlock littleJane and little me. Everything so appropriate, you see; I suppose inthe whole world we couldn't have found another set of conditions soharmonious. Mary laughed and cried, and laughed again, and clapped herhands over and over, and said it was "like a play wedding"; and, asshe kissed Jane, quietly slipped over her head a beautiful diamondnecklace that was worth full ten thousand pounds--aside, that is, fromthe millions of actual value, because it came from Mary. "A playwedding" it was; and a play life it has been ever since.
We were barely settled at court in Paris when Mary began to put herplans in motion and unsettle things generally. I could not but recallHenry's sympathy toward Louis, for the young queen soon took it uponherself to make life a burden to the Father of his People; and, inthat particular line, I suppose she had no equal in all the length andbreadth of Christendom.
I heartily detested King Louis, largely, I think, because of prejudiceabsorbed from Mary, but he was, in fact, a fairly good old man, and attimes I could but pity him. He was always soft in heart and softer inhead, especially where women were concerned. Take his crazy attempt toseize the Countess of Croy while he was yet Duke of Orleans; and hisinfatuation for the Italian woman, for whom he built the elaborateburial vault--much it must have comforted her. Then his marriage todictatorial little Anne of Brittany, for whom he had induced PopeAlexander to divorce him from the poor little crippled owlet, Joan. Inconsideration of this divorce he had put Caesar Borgia, PopeAlexander's son, on his feet, financially and politically. I think hemust have wanted the owlet back again before he was done with Anne,because Anne was a termagant--and ruled him with the heaviest rod ofiron she could lift. But this last passion--the flickering, sputteringflame of his dotage--was the worst of all, both subjectively andobjectively; both as to his senile fondness for the English princessand her impish tormenting of him. From the first he evinced the mostviolent delight in Mary, who repaid it by holding him off and evadinghim in a manner so cool, audacious and adroit that it stamped herqueen of all the arts feminine and demoniac. Pardon me, ladies, if Icouple these two arts, but you must admit they are at times somewhatakin. Soon she eluded him so completely that for days he would nothave a glimpse of her, while she was perhaps riding, walking orcoquetting with some of the court gallants, who aided and abetted herin every way they could. He became almost frantic in pursuit of hiselusive bride, and would expostulate with her, when he could catchher, and smile uneasily, like a man who is the victim of a practicaljoke of which he does not see, or enjoy, the point. On such occasionsshe would laugh in his face, then grow angry--which was so easy forher to do--and, I grieve to say, would sometimes almost swear at himin a manner to make the pious, though ofttimes lax-virtued, courtladies shudder with horror. She would at other times make sport of hisyouthful ardor, and tell him in all seriousness that it was indecorousfor him to behave so and frighten her, a poor, timid little child,with his impetuosities. Then she would manage to give him the slip;and he would go off and play a game of cards with himself, firmlyconvinced in his own feeble way that woman's nature had a tincture ofthe devil in it. He was the soul of conciliatory kindness to the youngvixen, but at times she would break violently into tears, accuse himof cruelly mistreating her, a helpless woman and a stranger in hiscourt, and threaten to go home to dear old England and tell herbrother, King Henry, all about it, and have him put things to rightand redress her wrongs generally. In fact, she acted the part ofinjured innocence so perfectly that the poor old man would apologizefor the wrongs she invented, and try to coax her into a good humor.Thereupon she would weep more bitterly than ever, grow hysterical, andrequire to be carried off by her women, when recovery and composurewere usually instantaneous. Of course the court gossips soon carriedstories of the quick recoveries to the king, and, when he spoke toMary of them, she put on her injured air again and turned the tablesby upbraiding him for believing such calumnies about her, who was sogood to him and loved him so dearly.
I tell you it is a waste of time to fight against that assumption ofinjured innocence--that impregnable feminine redoubt--and when theenemy once gets fairly behind it one might as well raise the siege. Ithink it the most amusing, exasperating and successful defense andcounter attack in the whole science of war, and every woman has it ather finger-tips, ready for immediate use upon occasion.
Mary would often pout for days together and pretend illness. Upon oneoccasion she kept the king waiting at her door all the morning, whileshe, having slipped through the window, was riding with some of theyoung people in the forest. When she returned--through the window--shewent to the door and scolded the poor old king for keeping her waitingpenned up in her room all the morning. And he apologized.
She changed the dinner hour to noon in accordance with the Englishcustom, and had a heavy supper at night, when she would make the kinggorge himself with unhealthful food and coax him "to drink as much asbrother Henry," which invariably resulted in Louis de Valois findinglodgment under the table. This amused the whole court, except a fewold cronies and physicians, who, of course, were scandalized beyondmeasure. She took the king on long rides with her on cold days, andwould jolt him almost to death, and freeze him until the cold tearsstreamed down his poor pinched nose, making him feel like a halfanimated icicle, and wish that he were one in fact.
At night she would have her balls, and keep him up till morningdrinking and dancing, or trying to dance, with her, until his poor oldheels, and his head, too, for that matter, were like to fall off; thenshe would slip away from him and lock herself in her room. December,say I, let May alone; she certainly will kill you. Despite which soundadvice, I doubt not December will go on coveting May up to the end ofthe chapter; each old fellow--being such a fine man for his age, youunderstand--fondly believing himself an exception. Age in a fool isdamnable.
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sp; Mary was killing Louis as certainly and deliberately as if she werefeeding him slow poison. He was very weak and decrepit at best, beingcompelled frequently, upon public occasions, such, for example, as thecoronation tournament of which I have spoken, to lie upon a couch.
Mary's conduct was really cruel! but then, remember her provocationand that she was acting in self-defense. All this was easier for herthan you might suppose, for the king's grasp of power, never verystrong, was beginning to relax even what little grip it had. All faceswere turned toward the rising sun, young Francis, duke of Angouleme,the king's distant cousin, who would soon be king in Louis's place.As this young rising sun, himself vastly smitten with Mary, openlyencouraged her in what she did, the courtiers of course followed suit,and the old king found himself surrounded by a court only too ready tobe amused by his lively young queen at his expense.
This condition of affairs Mary welcomed with her whole soul, and toaccent it and nail assurance, I fear, played ever so lightly and coylyupon the heart-strings of the young duke, which responded all tooloudly to her velvet touch, and almost frightened her to death withtheir volume of sound later on. This Francis d'Angouleme, the dauphin,had fallen desperately in love with Mary at first sight, somethingagainst which the fact that he was married to Claude, daughter ofLouis, in no way militated. He was a very distant relative of Louis,going away back to St. Louis for his heirship to the French crown. Theking had daughters in plenty, but as you know, the gallant Frenchmensay, according to their Law Salic: "The realm of France is so greatand glorious a heritage that it may not be taken by a woman." Toogreat and glorious to be taken by woman, forsooth! France would havebeen vastly better off had she been governed by a woman now and then,for a country always prospers under a queen.
Francis had for many years lived at court as the recognized heir, andas the custom was, called his distant cousin Louis, "Uncle." "Uncle"Louis in turn called Francis "_Ce Gros Garcon_," and Queen Marycalled him "_Monsieur, mon beau fils_," in a mock-motherly manner thatwas very laughable. A mother of eighteen to a "good boy" oftwenty-two! Dangerous relationship! And dangerous, indeed, it wouldhave been for Mary, had she not been as pure and true as she waswilful and impetuous. "Mon beau fils" allowed neither his wife nor therespect he owed the king to stand in the way of his very markedattention to the queen. His position as heir, and his long residenceat court, almost as son to Louis, gave him ample opportunities forpressing his unseemly suit. He was the first to see Mary at themeeting place this side of Abbeville, and was the king'srepresentative on all occasions.
"Beau fils" was rather a handsome fellow, but thought himself vastlyhandsomer than he was; and had some talents, which he was likewisecareful to estimate at their full value, to say the least. He was verywell liked by women, and in turn considered himself irresistible. Hewas very impressionable to feminine charms, was at heart a libertine,and, as he grew older, became a debauchee whose memory will taintFrance for centuries to come.
Mary saw his weakness more clearly than his wickedness, being blindedto the latter by the veil of her own innocence. She laughed at, andwith him, and permitted herself a great deal of his company; so much,in fact, that I grew a little jealous for Brandon's sake, and, if thetruth must be told, for the first time began to have doubts of her. Iseriously feared that when Louis should die, Brandon might find a muchmore dangerous rival in the new king, who, although married, wouldprobably try to keep Mary at his court, even should he be driven tothe extreme of divorcing Claude, as Claude's father had divorced Joan.
I believed, in case Mary should voluntarily prove false and remain inFrance, either as the wife or the mistress of Francis, that Brandonwould quietly but surely contrive some means to take her life, and Ihoped he would. I spoke to my wife, Jane, about the queen's conduct,and she finally admitted that she did not like it; so I, unable toremain silent any longer, determined to put Mary on her guard, and forthat purpose spoke very freely to her on the subject.
"Oh! you goose!" she said, laughingly. "He is almost as great a foolas Henry." Then the tears came to her eyes, and half angrily, halfhysterically, shaking me by the arm, she continued: "Do you not know?Can you not see that I would give this hand, or my eyes, almost mylife, just to fall upon my face in front of Charles Brandon at thismoment? Do you not know that a woman with a love in her heart such asI have for him is safe from every one and everything? That it is hersheet anchor, sure and fast? Have you not wit enough to know that?"
"Yes, I have," I responded, for the time completely silenced. Withher favorite tactics, she had, as usual, put me in the wrong, though Isoon came again to the attack.
"But he is so base that I grieve to see you with him."
"I suppose he is not very good," she responded, "but it seems to bethe way of these people among whom I have fallen, and he cannot harmme."
"Oh! but he can. One does not go near smallpox, and there is a moralcontagion quite as dangerous, if not so perceptible, and equally to beavoided. It must be a wonderfully healthy moral nature, pure andchaste to the core, that will be entirely contagion-proof and safefrom it."
She hung her head in thought, and then lifted her eyes appealingly tome. "Am I not that, Edwin? Tell me! Tell me frankly; am I not? It isthe one thing of good I have always striven for. I am so full of otherfaults that if I have not that there is no good in me." Her eyes andvoice were full of tears, and I knew in my heart that I stood beforeas pure a soul as ever came from the hand of God.
"You are, your majesty; never doubt," I answered. "It is pre-eminentlythe one thing in womanhood to which all mankind kneels." And I fellupon my knee and kissed her hand with a sense of reverence, faith andtrust that has never left me from that day to this. As to my estimateof how Francis would act when Louis should die, you will see that Iwas right.
Not long after this Lady Caskoden and I were given permission toreturn to England, and immediately prepared for our homeward journey.
Ah! it was pretty to see Jane bustling about, making ready for ourdeparture--superintending the packing of our boxes and alsosuperintending me. That was her great task. I never was so thankfulfor riches as when they enabled me to allow Jane full sway among theParis shops. But at last, all the fine things being packed, and Maryhaving kissed us both--mind you, both--we got our little retinuetogether and out we went, through St. Denis, then ho! for dear oldEngland.
As we left, Mary placed in my hands a letter for Brandon, whose bulkwas so reassuring that I knew he had never been out of her thoughts. Ilooked at the letter a moment and said, in all seriousness: "Yourmajesty, had I not better provide an extra box for it?"
She gave a nervous little laugh, and the tears filled her eyes, as shewhispered huskily: "I fancy there is one who will not think it toolarge. Good-bye! good-bye!" So we left Mary, fair, sweet girl-queen,all alone among those terrible strangers; alone with one littleEnglish maiden, seven years of age--Anne Boleyn.