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“Up at the farm of Culdoach, my lord. They have horses there.”
So the Queen departed and in the cottage its new owner sat by her table and covered her face with her apron, rocking herself to and fro, because in that moment she could not bear to look at those beloved walls which would henceforth be her own. And all because she had given a stranger a share of her sparse supper! There’d be a little less to eat at her next meal—but she could not have enjoyed it if she had denied a weary, hungry stranger a share.
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THE FUGITIVES had put fifty miles between them and the battlefield of Langside and had now come to Dundre
Here they halted, for on the other side of the Solway Firth was England. Looking across the water Mary could see the mountains of Elizabeth’s country and she felt a great longing to be there. In Scotland she must remain a fugitive until she could raise a large enough army to win back all she had lost; and she could not do that while she was flying before the enemy. She needed respite which only refuge in a foreign country could give her.
So at the Abbey of Dundre
Among those who talked with her were Lord Herries, Lord Fleming and the Laird of Lochinvar, Lord Livingstone, Lord Boyd and George Douglas.
Herries began by saying that he believed the Queen could stay in Dundre
It was Livingstone’s opinion that they should move to a more doughty fortress than Dundre
Lord Boyd with Lochinvar considered that the Queen was in danger as long as she remained on Scottish soil. In France she had powerful relations; she could enlist the help of the King of France. They believed that without delay she should set out for France.
Mary listened, considering each proposal as it was offered. To stay in Scotland? To risk capture and another long imprisonment such as she had suffered at Lochleven? She could not endure that.
Go to France? She thought of her ambitious uncles and the Queen-Mother of France who had always hated her. How could she return to that country where she had once reigned as Queen, where she had been beloved—except by the Queen-Mother—where she had been so happy? How could she return, a miserable fugitive, begging for help, seeking a refuge?
She could imagine the reception she would get from Catherine de’ Medici. She shivered and as she looked through the window at the distant mountains of England, she spoke firmly: “I am going to England. I shall throw myself on the mercy of my cousin Elizabeth.” The men about the table stared at her in dismay, but Mary went on: “She will help me. She is angry, I have been told, to hear that I am so treated. She will give me her sympathy, and more. She will help me to regain my kingdom. We are of an age—though she is a few years older than I. We are both women, both Queens. There is a bond between us.”
“Your Majesty,” said Herries, “I implore you to reconsider your decision. You know that Elizabeth has been helping Moray to defy you?”
“He sought her help and she gave it.”
“It does not seem as though she feels herself to be Your Majesty’s friend.”
“If I can go to Hampton Court, and confer with her there, I know I shall win her sympathy. We are two women; we are cousins.”
“Your Majesty,” began Livingstone, “can you trust the Queen of England?”
“I have never had any reason not to.”
“The English have always been our enemies. They killed your father.”
“I know, but that was not the present Queen.”
“May I recall to Your Majesty’s mind how your illustrious ancestor, James I, ventured to England in a time of peace; he was made prisoner for many years.”
“This is a woman, a Queen like myself. She is no hard-hearted man who wants to go to war and pillage and kill. The Queen of England hates war. We know that.”
“She likes the spoils of war and prefers others to fight for them.”
“She hates war,” said Mary firmly.
“Your Majesty,” said Livingstone, “when your royal father was invited to York to meet Henry VIII of England he was warned by his nobles, after setting out on the journey, that he would be wise to turn back. He did.”
“I ca
“To France . . . ” began Herries.
“A perilous journey, and how can I be sure what my reception will be?”
“But . . . to the Queen of England!”
They were studying her in dismay. Had she forgotten that long ago, secure under the sheltering wing of the royal house of France, she had assumed the title, Queen of England? Elizabeth was not the woman to forget that.
She was weary of being a fugitive and across the Firth the country looked beautiful and at peace. She could never rest easily on Scottish soil. Her sleep would be broken by the slightest noise. She would be continually on the alert for the coming of the enemy who would carry her away to a prison like that of Lochleven.
She had made up her mind. She was a Queen and would insist on their obedience to her wishes.
Calmly she faced them.
“I am going to England,” she said.
SHE SENT FOR George Douglas.
“Ah, George,” she said, holding out her hand. “It is such a short while since I walked out of Lochleven, yet it seems like a year. What will you do now that I am going to England?”
George gulped because of the lump in his throat; his eyes were earnest as they met hers.
“Whatever Your Majesty commands.”
“I would not command you, George. I would have you act of your own free will.”
“My will is to obey Your Majesty’s orders.”
She sighed. “Oh, George,” she said, “if I were not myself . . . I could be very happy with you. But are you wise to link your fortunes to those of an exiled Queen?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, since I am only happy serving her.”
“You ca
George was silent.
Mary continued: “Christian told me that before I came to the castle there was talk of your betrothal to a French heiress. That was true, George?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“And you are no longer eager for that match?”
“I am eager only to serve my Queen.”
“Then, George, there is nothing for it. I shall have to give you your orders.” She laughed and, because she could not bear to see the anguish on his face, she said quickly: “I order you to come to England with me, George Douglas.”
The relief shone from his eyes as he said: “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“My friends do not trust the Queen of England, George. But I shall visit her, and when I talk to her I will make her understand. The sooner I am in England the easier I shall sleep. George, I wish you to go down to the Solway and arrange for a boat to carry us to England.”
George bowed low and eagerly went to perform his task.
WHILE GEORGE went off on his quest with Willie as his companion, Lords Herries, Fleming, Livingstone and Boyd conferred together.