The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count KönigsmarckWilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
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The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count Königsmarck
Wilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
Königsmarck, Christopher von, 1665-1694; Sophia Dorothea, consort of George I, King of Great Britain, 1666-1726
So matters went on until September, 1682, when Sophie Dorothea was to
attain her sixteenth birthday. In some way the half promise which the
Duke of Celle had given leaked out, and also the news that Duke Antony
Ulrich and his son were coming to Celle for the celebration of the
Princess’s birthday on September 15. Bernstorff immediately communicated
this to the court of Hanover. The news filled Ernest Augustus and his
advisers, the Platens, with dismay; they had been intriguing for months,
and now, through a sudden move on the part of the Duchess of Celle,
their schemes were on the edge of failure. If Bernstorff had not
discovered the plot they would certainly have been lost. In any case the
time for talking was past, the time for action had come; Antony Ulrich
and the young Prince were actually on their way to Celle, and Eléonore
was arranging a great festival, when no doubt the betrothal would be
publicly announced. Then it would be too late. Owing to the badness of
the roads, the news only arrived at Hanover on the morning of the day
before. What was to be done? If Ernest Augustus were to go to Celle,
Eléonore would guess the reason of his sudden appearance and outwit him.
To send George Louis would be to court failure (they had had two
experiences of _his_ diplomacy); to send a Minister would be useless; to
send Madame Platen an insult. There was only one person who could hope
to carry the difficult business through, and she was the Duchess Sophia.
She had influence with the Duke of Celle. Her quarrel had been with his
wife and not with him. He had always treated her with honour and even
affection; probably he felt some twinge of shame for the shabby way he
had behaved to her years before. Her descent from a long line of kings,
her high position, learning, and virtues, her wit and resource, all made
her the ideal ambassadress for such a mission. George William would be
flattered by her condescension in coming to Celle; he was seeking an
excuse to bring about the match, and would meet her half way. But would
she go?
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