Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603 -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
"I pray that it may not seem to you amiss that it has been necessary
to remove from your household certain dangerous persons, not the least
of whose crimes it was that their confessions were but an attempt to
involve your Grace in their evil designs. Rest assured that you are
neither scorned nor hated, but rather loved and valued by me." With the
letter went the gift of a valuable diamond.
After being away for nineteen months, Philip returned to England. Mary
was so happy that she was ready to grant whatever he asked, though it
was so great a boon as the aid of England in a war with France. Philip
left in three or four months to carry on the war, and never again did
his wife look upon the man whom she loved so well.
The war went on, and Calais, which had long been held by England, was
taken by the French. The English were wrathful. Five hundred years
earlier the kings of England had ruled wide-spreading lands in France.
One had lost, another had won, but never before had England been left
without a foot of ground on the farther side of the Channel. Mary was
crushed. "When I die," she said, "look upon my heart, and there you
will see written the word 'Calais.'"
The summer of 1558 had come. Mary's thoughts turned more and more
toward her sister. She left her palace and went to visit Elizabeth.
She arranged a visit from Elizabeth to herself which was conducted
with the greatest state. The princess made the journey in the queen's
own barge with its awning of green silk beautifully embroidered. The
queen's ladies followed her in six boats whose gorgeousness was almost
dazzling, for the ladies were dressed in scarlet damask, in blue satin,
and in cloth of silver, with many feathers and jewels. In the royal
garden a pavilion had been built. It was in the shape of a strong
castle, only the material was not gray stone, but crimson velvet and
cloth of gold. The court feasted, the minstrels played, and the long,
bright day came to its close.
Mary had never been well, almost every autumn she had suffered severely
from sickness, and now a fever seized upon her. There was little hope
of her recovery, but Philip sent her a ring and a message instead of
coming to her. Parliament and the will of Henry VIII. had decided that
Elizabeth should follow Mary as queen, but Philip begged Mary to name
her sister as her heir in order to make the succession especially sure,
and this was done. Mary grew weaker every day, the end must be near.
The courtiers did not wait for it to come, crowds thronged the house of
Elizabeth, every one eager to be among the first to pay his respects
to her who would soon become their sovereign, and to assure her that,
however others might have felt, he had never been otherwise than
faithful to her and her alone.
Among these visitors was Count de Feria, one of Philip's train, who was
in his master's confidence.
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