Courting Her Highness Part 11

"For G.o.d's sake, my love, do not let our success go to your head."

"Marl, I could find it in my heart to be angry with you."

He took her hand and kissed it. "Nay," he said, "never. You and I are as one, Sarah, and you know it. I am too cautious and you are too quick. Listen, love, let us stand together and with your speed and my caution we cannot fail."

"Well," she said with a grudging smile, "let us hear what you plan."

"To keep Rochester out. He will vote against war and that will be the ruin of our country. We have to stop the French from commanding Europe. And I am going to do it."

"Well, you are the commander of the Army."

"Of what use if the chief minister were against me? Even if I succeeded in prosecuting the war I should be denied the necessary supplies. No. I want a Lord Treasurer who is completely with me and there is one man for the job: G.o.dolphin."

"G.o.dolphin it shall be. Was it not for this purpose that we allowed Henrietta to marry his boy?"

"I have spoken to him, Sarah, and he tells me he has no love for the job."

"No love for the job. Then Master G.o.dolphin will have to change his views."

"I have tried to persuade him."

"You leave G.o.dolphin to me. I will make him see his duty."

John smiled. She was fierce; she was forthright; and he fancied G.o.dolphin was a little afraid of her.

"There would be no harm, my dear," he said, "in adding your voice to mine. You could remind Anne that G.o.dolphin has always supported her-which is more than Rochester has. Remind her how he tried to stop William and Mary when they wanted to reduce her income and how he remained her friend when she was at the height of disfavour. She is not one to forget past friends."

"She shall be reminded, I promise you. Have no fear, Marl; the Treasury shall go to G.o.dolphin. And there is one other matter I wish to take up with you. It's our own young John. I believe you have been encouraging him."

"Oh, come, Sarah, it's natural enough the boy should want to follow his father's profession."

"In due course. At the moment he stays at Cambridge."

"Well, that is agreed. But there is surely no need for you to continue to show the boy your displeasure. He has obeyed you. Is that not enough?"

"I do not expect my children to attempt to disobey me."

"He is but a boy."

"But he was ready to defy me!"

John laughed affectionately. She was overbearing and arrogant, but the magic of her presence never failed to enchant him. With her flashing blue eyes and the indignant colour in her cheeks, he thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even his daughters-beauties all-could not compete with their mother.

She should have her way, of course-even though he must lay a gentle restraining hand on her.

"Sarah, my love, do not let our son feel the force of your displeasure too long."

"He will have to learn that I know what is best for him. But ... there are important matters which need attention. I shall see G.o.dolphin without delay and point out where his duty lies."

Sarah came into the Queen's bedchamber where Abigail was kneeling at Anne's feet, bathing her swollen ankles.

"Hill has such gentle hands," murmured Anne.

"Yes, yes," said Sarah, signing to Abigail to get up, take her basin and be gone.

Abigail raised her eyes to the Queen who nodded her head slightly, at which Abigail dried and powdered the royal feet, while Sarah looked on impatiently. With lowered eyes, Abigail was asking herself: How can the Queen allow this? But she seems to enjoy her servitude to this woman.

Sarah waved a hand and Abigail, clasping the bowl in her hand, left the apartment.

As she went on, Abigail heard Anne murmur: "Such a good creature."

"I have matters which must be discussed between us two. Hill can come back later and do what you wish."

"Pray be seated, dear Mrs. Freeman."

"Well," said Sarah, "you will have noticed how those who have hitherto treated you with contempt have now miraculously become your friends. We must be very watchful of such; but you can trust me to be on the alert for them."

"You are thinking of ..."

"Your uncle, Rochester. Oh, he is now preening himself, I can tell you. Uncle to Her Majesty the Queen of England! Never mind if before he treated her with contempt. Never mind if he sided with that arch scoundrel, that Dutch Abortion! Never mind if he voted to reduce your income! Never mind if he never came near you when your sister and her miserable spouse picked their quarrels with you! Oh, never mind! Now he comes creeping back and would be My Lord Treasurer ... if you please."

"It is true that he was not always my friend, but I have heard that he is an able man, and as my uncle ..."

"I know that Mrs. Morley would never forget her true friends. When I think of what a good friend Sidney G.o.dolphin has been to you, when I think of the brilliance of that man! I said to Mr. Freeman: I know Her Majesty, my dearest Mrs. Morley, I know that she is not one to be led astray by the whining of curs who a short time ago were yapping at her heels."

"It's true of course, Mrs. Freeman."

"Mrs. Morley agrees with me that Mr. Freeman is a genius ... an absolute genius. She can safely leave the conduct of her armies to him. In the past he has had to suffer the envy of others less gifted. But that is over now. There is only one man with whom he could work and it is an essential fact that the Queen's commander of the Armies and her Chief Minister must work together."

"I do agree."

"Then it can only be the Treasury for G.o.dolphin and Master Rochester must understand that his Queen is not a fool to be duped by his pretty speeches. G.o.dolphin at home; Marlborough abroad. Why, Mrs. Morley, you will indeed make England great ... with their help."

"I have always liked Sidney G.o.dolphin...."

"Then that little matter is settled. He shall be informed. Now I am going to tell you about the trouble I am having with my son. The boy has dared challenge my plans for his future. What do you think of that."

"That is a little wicked of the young man, Mrs. Freeman."

"He would join the Army without delay, if you please. He would leave Cambridge forthwith when I have decided he shall stay there."

"He is eager to be a soldier ... just like my boy. I can see him now, dear Mrs. Freeman, drilling his soldiers in the park. What a boy he was...."

Let her rant on a little, thought Sarah. It would be a reward for giving the Treasury to G.o.dolphin.

With G.o.dolphin Lord Treasurer, and himself Commander of the Armed Forces, Marlborough saw that the future looked bright. He meant to wage war on the Continent; he was going to make his country the major power; but he needed absolute support at home. A great deal depended on the Queen-but Sarah could be relied upon to guide her. Even so there would be powerful enemies, for there were many ministers who were opposed to war. Both Whigs and Tories were oddly a.s.sorted within their own ranks. The Tory party was the Church party and the landowning cla.s.ses; the Whigs were the moneyed section of the community, the commercial interest. Both parties had their enc.u.mbrances. The Tories the bigoted High Church dignitaries and the Jacobites; the Whigs, the Noncomformists and the Calvinists. But it was the Whigs who would support the war because war meant an expansion of commerce; while the Tories had no such means of enriching themselves and were impoverished by taxes. Yet in spite of his desire for war Marlborough was a Tory and there was dissension even in his close family circle, for Sarah herself was inclining more and more to Whiggery.

But when Marlborough persuaded his Allies to make the Pretender's claim to the throne one of their reasons for continuing the conflict, the war a.s.sumed a greater popularity; and as the whole country was firmly behind the new Queen and determined that the Catholic Pretender should not come back, it was ready to go wholeheartedly into battle, and on a May morning Garter King of Arms appeared in the London streets and to the sound of trumpets declared to the people that England was at war.

This was triumph for Marlborough, and he immediately began making his preparations to leave for the Continent.

But he was not easy in his mind as to the situation at home. They had too many enemies, he had said to Sarah.

It was for this reason that he had sought to win Robert Harley to his side.

He had discussed this matter with G.o.dolphin and they had both agreed that Harley was the third pillar needed to support the edifice they intended to set up.

"Your Francis is over-young," said Marlborough, kindly, for he had quickly realized that Sarah's complete lack of tact meant that he must use his own liberal supply to the full. "And he is therefore not in a position to be of much use ... at the moment." Francis, husband of Henrietta, was a good enough p.a.w.n. Member for Helston, he was a budding politician; but the situation demanded strong men. Marlborough's mind rested fleetingly on his second son-in-law who had become the Earl of Sunderland on his father's recent death. He was clever but rash and of an uncertain temper.

G.o.dolphin was already thinking of Harley.

The three men met in Marlborough's club and as soon as he had been invited Harley knew why. The situation interested him.

Marlborough came straight to the point. He believed, he said, that at all costs the French must be prevented from dominating Europe. It was his duty to see this; but there was a strong pacifist element in the country.

"It would be only a temporary peace," said Marlborough, "and could before long bring our country to her knees."

Harley nodded. "I am entirely of your opinion."

"I shall be out of the country fighting her battles. My Lord Treasurer is of my mind, but we have our enemies and we need the support of strong men."

"A triumvirate of strong men," put in G.o.dolphin.

Harley smiled. He understood. He was being invited to share in their success. Being shrewd, he knew how important it was to win the Queen's approval; in fact it was not possible to advance far without it, and the Queen was ruled by one woman: Sarah Churchill. So one might say that the Marlboroughs were the real rulers of the country. Marlborough was a wise man; he knew very well that he was surrounded by enemies; but Sarah could persuade the Queen to anything, and as the Queen's ministers knew this it did not endear them to Marlborough who would have to watch every step he took; but what men among them would be able to stand up to a strong triumvirate such as would be made by himself, G.o.dolphin and Harley.

"And you consider me worthy to be included?" asked Harley.

"You are a good Tory," said G.o.dolphin.

"That is a recommendation?" asked Harley. "A Tory today is a Whig tomorrow. One grows dizzy contemplating the turnabout. Why in your own family, my lord Marlborough, you have yourself-staunch Tory. And I have heard that your good lady is inclined to the Whigs; your brother Admiral Churchill is eager to have us all know what a good Tory he is and your son-in-law Sunderland equally anxious to show us he's a regular Whig of a man. While Lady Marlborough's own sister, so I've heard, is all for the Jacks, and Lady Marlborough herself surely the most intimate friend of Her Majesty ever had."

Marlborough smiled coolly at Harley. He was known as Robin the Trickster, and one could never be sure what he was at; but he knew well enough that they needed him.

"Good men now and then find it necessary to turn their coats," said Marlborough.

"I am in absolute agreement with my lord as usual," replied Harley with a bow.

"Then," replied Marlborough, "it would give me pleasure if you would visit us at St. Albans. My wife is anxious to make your closer acquaintance."

Returning to London from St. Albans Robert Harley was congratulating himself. A triumvirate, he was thinking: Marlborough, G.o.dolphin, Harley. It was well to be allied with the Marlboroughs, and when one met Sarah Churchill one understood why. The Queen was completely hers to command, he had heard; and although he had thought previously that statement a little exaggerated now that he had met the lady he no longer did. What fire and fury! Marlborough was, if not afraid of her, in bondage to her. A handsome woman, and an absolute virago.

Robin the Trickster was amused and intrigued. He was looking forward to travelling along with the Marlboroughs ... for a while.

She was arrogant and quite vain. He was a man who knew how to pay a compliment and he had made her believe that he admired her every bit as much as he had intended that she should.

The Marlboroughs were delighted. They had angled for him and they believed they had him in the net. They needed him; they recognized him as a power in the House. And so he was. He had been elected Speaker because he had a greater knowledge of parliamentary procedure than any one living person, and it was understandable that they should want his support. With Marlborough conducting the war and G.o.dolphin and Harley in charge at home, no one could stand against them.

At St. Albans he had been promised a grand appointment. Secretary of State in place of Nottingham whom they had decided must go. Nottingham should certainly go; Harley should decidedly take his place. But in this alliance Harley would be expected to remain contentedly in third place. They did not know Harley, who was already asking himself: What is Marlborough? A soldier with a forceful wife who in some unnatural way has managed to subdue the Queen! What is G.o.dolphin? A timid man, easily disheartened, and obviously in awe of Marlborough's wife. It seemed as though Madam Sarah ruled the roost. But she should not rule Robert Harley.

He left his house and strolled out into the London streets, pa.s.sing unnoticed, for his appearance was insignificant, and he was by no means a handsome man; perhaps that was why he yearned to be noticed. His powers of oratory were marred by a stammer which he had overcome to some extent but which made him appear hesitant; his voice was harsh and cold, his manners formal. Yet he could produce the telling phrase and could confound his opponents in debate. He had developed these qualities because of his disabilities; in the same way his vanity had grown as though to give the lie to his lack of good looks. There was one characteristic which dominated him: That was envy. He could not endure to see others succeed. At the moment he was prepared to use the friendship of Marlborough and G.o.dolphin; but he could not quietly stand aside and see the power and the glory pa.s.s him by to fall into their hands.

That, he realized, would come later. In the meantime it would be a wise policy to ingratiate himself with the Marlboroughs, and he did not antic.i.p.ate much difficulty in arranging this. He had summed up Sarah and she, of course, was the important one. He would flatter her; he would appear to bow to her will. As her greatest desire was to rule everyone, that should please her. He did not think he would have any difficulty in walking in step with Madam Sarah ... for a while.

She interested him. How he would enjoy going into battle against her! What an interesting situation! But of course one would work skilfully in the dark ... right until the moment when it was appropriate to deliver the fatal blow.

Harley was delighted. Life was becoming interesting.

He turned into a coffee house and as he sat down was almost immediately joined by a young man.

"Ha, Harry," said Harley. "Pray be seated."

"Master," replied the young man with a somewhat affected bow, "you have had good news."

"Do I then betray myself?" asked Harley with a smile.

Henry St. John was an exceptionally handsome man of about twenty-four. Harley had selected him as the most brilliant of the younger politicians and St. John was a willing disciple, immediately recognizing what the patronage of a man in Harley's position could mean to an ambitious young man; and determined to make the most of it, he never missed an opportunity of sitting at the feet of the master.

"Only to those who know you well, Master."

"Well, Harry, you are right. I can see the way ahead more clearly than I ever did before. I have recently returned from Holywell near St. Albans."

"I heard that you were visiting the Marlboroughs."

"So that is all over the town?"

"Our most brilliant politician-and the Marlboroughs. Who could fail to p.r.i.c.k up ears?"

"So there are speculations, eh? Well, we shall see."

"You are thoughtful. And, I see, in no mood to impart your thoughts."

"There are thoughts which should be guarded as closely as state secrets."

"Those sort of thoughts? Then we should indeed expect great events. But you are here in a coffee house where one does not expect to find the greatest statesmen of the day."

"You are wondering why I am not caressing the bottle, Henry? I am a faithful man, but I was never more faithful to any than I am to Bacchus. Is that what you're thinking? Oh, my boy, don't imagine I have swerved. But tonight I have a fancy to look at a certain section of our London scene which I believe merits more attention than it usually receives."

St. John leaned his elbows on the table and looked intently into his friend's face.

"Develop the powers of observation, Henry, my boy. Have you ever considered the power of words? Ah, I see you have. A man of your er ... intelligence ... I almost said genius, Harry; but perhaps that is a word which should not be rashly employed. No word should be rashly employed perhaps. Remember, my dear boy, that this is a discussion on the importance of words. Words! Words! They are more powerful than cannon. Have you ever heard it said that Lillibullero won the victory for Dutch William more certainly than his army? In the last few years words have formed a part of our lives. Lampoons ... sly verses ... street songs ... These Harry are the weapons which have made thrones tremble. Just think if Catholic James could have found a scribbler to give the right words to him the Queen might not be on the throne today. Ah, Harry, you smile. I see you think this is one of my discourses. I talk as so many do, for the sake of talking. I am not sure whether I do or not. But tonight when I am in my cups ... I shall be sure, for drinking-in my case-clears the head, Harry. You see I am not as other men for which I might say Thank G.o.d had not the Pharisee said it before me and been held up as an example of hypocrisy. I am a hypocrite perhaps. Who shall say? And who is wise to say anything of a man until his time has run out. You only judge a man's life at his death, Harry. Now look at that fellow over there. I am going to invite him to our table."

St. John was alert. He knew that it was for the purpose of inviting this fellow to the table that Harley had come to the coffee house.

A man of medium height with a sallow complexion and dark hair-he wore no wig-came over to the table.

"Sir," he said with a bow, "your servant."

"Be seated," said Harley. "But first meet a friend, Henry St. John, who is eager to make your acquaintance."