Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Behind this noble circle followed a numerous band of attendants, alert
for beck or call, each having place according to his degree. A huntsman
was surrounded by dogs kept in thrall by fear of the whip. Falconers
with hooded hawks attested a favorite sport of the Earl, who loved to
have the birds near him even though he made no trial of their flight.
And here he walked the grounds of the King as if he owned them; as
though he were permanent master instead of transient guest. Here he
rested for the moment, hoping to recover some remnant of health by the
placid Thames, after his troublous journey from Ireland, which turbulent
country lay numb under his strong hand, soon to be vocal enough when
the hounds were upon him. No echo of London’s clamour came to this green
paradise. He knew the mob was crying out against him, as in truth
the whole country cried; but he heeded not the howl, despising his
opponents. Better for him had he been more wary or more conciliatory.
Among those now in his company was young De Courcy, one of the numerous
band of Frenchmen smilingly received at Court because the consort of
Charles had a predilection for her countrymen,--a preference unshared by
any save her husband. The French contingent thought little of the scowls
of the English so long as those in authority smiled on them and the
smile brought profit. They were regarded as titled mercenaries; spies
probably, anxious to feather their own nests at the expense of the
Treasury; possibly the propagating agents of a Church of which England
had a deep distrust; certainly possessing an overweening influence at
Court, dividing still further the unfortunate King from his suspicious
people. It might have been imagined that so thoroughly English, so
strenuous a man as Strafford, the last to be deluded by suave manners or
flattery, although he had an insatiable appetite for cringing deference,
yet uninfluenced by it (as witness his crushing of Lord Montmorris in
Ireland), would have shown scant friendship for frivolous French nobles;
but it was a fact that he bore from young De Courcy a familiarity of
address that he would have suffered from none other in the kingdom.
Courtiers find a ready reason for every action, and they attributed
Strafford’s forbearance to the influence De Courcy possessed with the
Queen, for his lordship was well aware that his sovereign lady showed
small liking for the King’s most powerful minister. Strafford was too
keen a politician not to make every endeavour to placate an enemy who at
all hours had access to the private ear of his master, on whose breath
depended his own elevation. Therefore it may well be that he thought it
worth while to conciliate one of the haughty lady’s favourites.
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