Courting Her Highness Part 34

"I don't know what I should do without you, my dear friend."

"I do not suggest that Your Majesty should do without my advice. It is yours when you wish it. I live but to serve you, Madam. My cousin, your Majesty's most faithful servant, will bring me to you as before. You shall discuss your desires with me and if you think my opinion of value I shall continue to give it. Madam, it will make no difference. I shall sever myself from your Government but I shall continue to serve you with all my power."

"You mean that you will come as before? You will advise me ... and at the same time put a stop to this dreadful squabbling."

"I shall leave you Marlborough and G.o.dolphin, Madam. And you will not lose my services ... for as long as you need them."

"I think we had better call Masham. Masham, my dear, I think you should call the Prince's doctors."

George was a little better the next day and Anne summoned Marlborough to tell him that Harley had resigned.

The Marlborough faction was delighted, but the Duke was the first to wonder whether the victory had been so complete. Harley's friends, St. John, Sir Simon Harcourt and Sir Thomas Mansell resigned with him and their places were taken by Whigs.

The topic of the moment was the resignation of Harley and the Gregg affair, and Harley was warned not to be seen in the streets for fear he should be attacked. Sarah congratulated herself that this little rebellion would soon be over; and the presumptuous little chambermaid and her master, as she called Harley, banished; Harley to oblivion-the h.e.l.l of all ambitious politicians-and Abigail back to her broom.

The Queen was deeply distressed, but all other emotions were swamped by her growing anxieties for her husband. There was no disguising the fact that he was nearing the end.

She and Abigail suffered constantly disturbed nights. Anne was sleeping very lightly and as soon as she heard the Prince begin to fight for his breath she would call to Abigail and together they would hold him up while Samuel ran for one of the doctors. Arbuthnot said that the Prince continued to live only because of the devoted attention of the Queen and Mrs. Masham.

Often when the Prince was fighting his grim battles for life the eyes of the two women would meet and Anne's would convey her grat.i.tude and love, Abigail's her undying devotion.

Both knew that only death could sever a friendship like theirs and that these nocturnal duties put a closer bond between them than Sarah with all her bombastic beauty ever could.

Abigail was young and the interrupted nights did not seem to affect her, but the Queen looked very tired and the ophthalmic disease which had troubled her since she was a child grew worse.

And in addition there was this terrible Gregg affair which was so exciting the people.

One night, sipping the brandy Abigail had brought while she sat up in bed with George, at last breathing more easily and sleeping beside her, Anne said: "It is terrible to witness such suffering, Masham, particularly in a loved one ... I have been thinking of that poor man Gregg."

"Mr. Harley had nothing to do with it, Your Majesty," said Abigail speaking more fiercely than usual.

"I know. I know, and poor man, he may be guilty and doubtless he was very poor and did this terrible thing for that reason. But now he is in prison and they say he is ill unto death."

"If he died, Madam, it would save the executioner his trouble."

"It is so," sighed the Queen. "He is a traitor and I, as the Queen, must sentence him to death. It grieves me, Masham."

"But the man is evil. He has worked against Your Majesty. He has worked against Mr. Harley ... and delivered him to his enemies."

"But he is lying in a wretched prison, hungry and ill. And he knows the executioner is waiting for him. He is one of my subjects and I told you once how I felt as a mother to all my subjects ... even to those who would harm me. I shall send Arbuthnot to him tomorrow-and with him some comfort from the kitchens."

"The goodness of Your Majesty never ceases to amaze me," said Abigail; and she was thinking that when the Marlboroughs knew that the Queen had sent comforts to Gregg, they would believe that Anne was firmly on the side of Harley against them ... which would be to the good.

When Arbuthnot visited the prisoner, Gregg, Harley's enemies set up a howl of protest. G.o.dolphin came to the Queen who told him in her most regal manner that it was her custom in every case when a man was under sentence of death to see that his last days on Earth were made as comfortable as possible. It was true that there had been no noise and shouting about other cases, but it was a fact that she never allowed any such prisoner to go without these attentions.

This had to be accepted; and when William Gregg was executed he gave a letter to a fellow clerk in which he exonerated his master, Robert Harley, from all complicity in treason.

The victory seemed less complete. Marlborough was well aware that nothing was achieved without sacrifice. They had rid the Ministry of Harley, but G.o.dolphin, whose official work he had shared, found himself at a loss without him. G.o.dolphin realized more than ever how old he was growing, how feeble he was becoming, and that his health was beginning to fail. Marlborough was the only man whom he could really trust and Marlborough was a soldier rather than a politician.

The people were becoming uneasy for they did not care to see the supreme power of the Whigs. The Whigs were the warmongers, they said. And what benefits, they asked, did Marlborough's war bring to them ... apart from the glory of victory?

Meanwhile Harley was preparing to wait. He was now the hope of the Tories; and his dear cousin Abigail Masham saw that he was conducted very frequently into the Queen's intimate circle.

Now that Harley was out of office Sarah's great desire was to have Abigail banished. The thought of Abigail obsessed her; she could not rid her mind of that whey-faced creature as she called her; she gave up great energy into thinking up new names for her; and all the time she was reviling Abigail she was asking herself how she could have been such a fool as to allow the woman to rise to her present position.

There was one thing Sarah could not bear to be-that was made a fool of-and everywhere people were discussing her fall and the rise of Abigail Masham.

She harangued the Duke, G.o.dolphin, Sunderland and members of the Ministry outside her family. Were they going to allow this chambermaid to hold her position with the Queen? she demanded; and an attempt was even made to bring a case against Abigail, but it failed. The Members of the Government could not but see that they were being rather ridiculous in devoting their time to the activities of a chambermaid.

Moreover, Anne could be regal, and when she had made up her mind, adamant. She had let them banish Harley, but that was only because he himself had convinced her that it would be better for him to go ... temporarily. Never would she give up Abigail. How could she do without her when George was as ill as he was. Abigail was not only her personal attendant; she was the Prince's nurse. Dr. Arbuthnot had said that there could not have been a better in the kingdom. She was her mistress's companion, confidante and comforter in this terrible time.

But though the attack against Abigail might be called off by Sarah's friends in the Ministry, Sarah herself would continue to fight.

She still held her posts with the Queen, and as she declared that while that chamberwoman was with the Queen she could not be, she went to the Queen to tell her so.

Anne received her with a show of affection which deceived Sarah although the Duke had often warned his wife that she underestimated the Queen, who had an extraordinary gift for concealing her feelings, and as she had a great dislike for unpleasant scenes went to great lengths to avoid them. Sarah, however, had never had time to study the idiosyncrasies of others; she saw everyone else in her own image-smaller, pale copies of herself; so even after all these years with Anne, she failed to detect the change in the Queen's manner towards her.

"It would seem," she said grimly, "that Mrs. Morley is pleased to see me."

"Mrs. Freeman has been told many times that I am always pleased to see her."

"Mrs. Morley might see more of Mrs. Freeman if these rooms were not contaminated by the presence of a certain chambermaid."

"Contaminated?" answered Anne. "I was not aware of it."

"Masham is here night and day."

"Such a good nurse! Dr. Arbuthnot says he has never seen a better. I do not know what we should do without Masham. I was saying so to George only this morning. I am very anxious about him."

"You are looking exhausted. You should allow me to arrange for nurses to be in constant attendance."

"I am sure if Mrs. Freeman were in my position she would never allow anyone else to nurse Mr. Freeman. No. Mr. Morley would be most unhappy if I were not present. He has said so. In the midst of one of his fearful attacks he sees me and a smile comes over his dear face, and he says: 'My Anna ... my angel ... you are there.' It is most affecting."

"Don't weep. It'll make your eyes worse."

"Sometimes I think I am suffering for past sins."

Oh dear, thought Sarah, now we shall have to go through that unless I'm careful.

"Nonsense, Mrs. Morley. You have led a good life. The past is done with."

"I often think of that brother of mine over the water."

"The King of France does not flaunt his acceptance of the King of England so much since Mr. Freeman gave him something else to think about."

"Dear Mr. Freeman! What should we do without him?"

"Well, you could so easily lose his services, and came near to it ... not so long ago."

"Oh, these squabbles!"

"Squabbles, Mrs. Morley? You call the concern of your ministers for the country's good, squabbles? In fact, Mrs. Morley, the Court has changed so much and Mrs. Morley herself has changed so much that I am wondering whether my presence is needed here any longer."

"But of course I shall always need you here."

"Surely Masham is sufficient for Your Majesty?"

"Masham does very well, but I should be sad to lose my dearest Mrs. Freeman."

"But for the presence of Masham, Mrs. Freeman would be in constant attendance on Mrs. Morley."

The Queen said: "Dr. Arbuthnot was saying Masham is the best nurse in the kingdom."

So that was the answer, thought Sarah. Very well. She chooses Masham.

"I have daughters all married into the most n.o.ble families. I would take it as a favour if they might share between them the posts Mrs. Morley was once so happy to bestow on me."

The Queen was silent and Sarah went on, "You would have three to serve you where you once had one and I would see that you had nothing of which to complain."

The Queen still said nothing and Sarah asked harshly: "Well, what has Mrs. Morley to say? Do not tell Mrs. Freeman that you regret parting with her. You have shown so clearly that you prefer Masham."

"I cannot agree to this suggestion," said the Queen.

"Mrs. Morley does not think that my children would serve her well?"

"I am sure that being Mrs. Freeman's children they would perform their duties most excellently. But it is inconceivable that Mrs. Freeman and Mrs. Morley should be parted while they live."

Sarah was exultant. Here was a return to the old standing. The Queen was merely temporarily piqued. All right. Sarah would soon be back.

"Mrs. Morley is gracious to her poor Freeman. Now as to Mrs. Masham ..."

"Dr. Arbuthnot says she is the best nurse in the kingdom."

So there was nothing to be done in that quarter while the Prince lived; but Sarah was not going to let Anne think that she merely had to beckon Sarah Churchill and she would come hurrying back.

Sarah settled down to make arrangements about the town house she intended to have. She had had her eyes on it for some time when it had been occupied by Catherine of Braganza. It was on the south side of Pall Mall and King Charles II had planted an acorn in its gardens, and this acorn came from the oak tree which had hidden him at Boscobel.

Sarah planned to build in place of that old house a much grander one which should be her family's town residence; she had decided it should be called Marlborough House.

Now she reminded Anne of an old promise to give her this house; and Anne, happy to turn the conversation away from Mrs. Masham and the replacement of Sarah by her daughters, agreed that the site should be Sarah's.

Sarah emerged triumphant from that interview; and thoughout the Court it was said that not only had G.o.dolphin and Marlborough scored over Harley, but Sarah would soon be putting Mrs. Masham in her place.

Anne was disturbed. There was alarming news. The King of France having been so often defeated by Marlborough in Europe was seeking to attack the Queen of England in a way most calculated to alarm her.

Her ministers had informed her that her half brother, whom the French King openly called James III, King of England, was being given the aid he would need to land in Scotland where they were ready to rise in his favour and come against her.

Marlborough came in all haste to St. James's.

How fortunate that he was in England! There was a strength about the man. A genius which she could not fail to recognize. What should I do without dear Mr. Freeman! she asked George who, poor dear angel, was too ill to give much thought to the matter.

The best of the Army was in Europe but this would be a matter for the fleet, said Marlborough. Sir George Byng was setting sail immediately to prevent the hostile force landing.

But they must be watchful, for Scotland and the Northern counties were ready to revolt.

When Marlborough left, Anne immediately summoned Abigail to bring her brandy.

"It is so alarming," she said as she sipped gratefully. "The Prince so ill ... and all this trouble!"

Abigail wiped the poor eyes which watered frequently.

"Thank you, my dear. How I wish there need not be this strife. He is my brother for all that he comes against me."

"Your Majesty is sure of that?"

"Oh, there were rumours. Some thought at the time that he was brought into the bed by means of a warming pan ... but I have heard that he is very like my dear father. So good my father was to me, Masham. And to my sister Mary. He doted on us. He was a good father ... but so distressingly fond of women ... like my uncle Charles. But the people were fond of him. By the way, I hear that they are not pleased because the d.u.c.h.ess has taken his old house near the Mall. She has had the oak cut down which he planted."

"The people loved that oak, Madam. To them it was a symbol of royalty. The oak saved King Charles's life and they loved it for that reason."

"They still wear the oak apple in memory of the occasion, Masham. Yes, my uncle was much loved, but my father ... alas, he had his enemies. I often think of those days and I wish ... I wish with all my heart, Masham...."

"Your Majesty must not upset yourself."

"But there is this conflict ... and now my own brother comes against me. He is but a boy. Is it not sad, Masham? I often think of all the babies I have lost and I wondered whether it was a curse on me. And now my dearest husband ... There will be no hope of more children."

Abigail did not know how to comfort the Queen; she could not speak of the possibility of a more fruitful marriage while the Prince still clung to life.

"No, I shall have no heirs of my body," went on Anne. "And we must think of the succession. I do not like the Germans, Masham. And this boy is my father's own son. I am sure of it."

"But, Madam, you cannot wish that this venture of his will be victorious!"

Anne smiled at her dear friend's horror, and took Abigail's freckled hand in hers.

"No, my dear. He will not be successful. The Duke would never allow that. I can only hope that he will not be harmed. That is what I fear. I should like him to go quietly back to France and wait ... and when I am gone ..."

"Your Majesty would make him your heir?"

"I think that would please my father and that then everything would be right."

"He would have to become a member of the Church of England, Madam."

"Oh, yes. He would have to be that. And if he were ... then I think it would be the happiest solution. Meanwhile, poor boy, he will try to take by force that which, if he would but wait in patience, I should be very happy to hand over to him."

Abigail laid her head against the Queen's hand.

"What is it, Masham? Your cheeks are wet."

"I cannot bear to hear Your Majesty speak of the days when you will not be here."