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INDISCRETIONS OF THE QUEEN
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JEAN PLAIDY
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A Wedding in Brunswick
THE Court of Brunswick was preparing to celebrate the marriage of Princess
Charlotte Georgiana Augusta to Frederick William, Prince of Würtemberg. The
Princess was sixteen years old but quite ready for marriage, for life at the Court of Brunswick was free and easy; and both she and her sister, Caroline Amelia
Elizabeth, had never suffered the restrictions which were considered necessary in most royal courts. The girls had run wild, mixing with servants and villagers; and they already knew what obligations marriage entailed.
The Princess Caroline was in the schoolroom thinking about her sister’s
marriage, wondering when there would be a similar occasion for her, and
plaguing her governess, the Baroness de Bode, with questions.
‘Now, Baroness,’ she was saying, ‘whom do you think they will select for
me?’
‘Your Highness knows that that day is some years distant.’
‘Some years?’ demanded Caroline. ‘But why, pray? If Charlotte can marry at
sixteen, why not I?’
‘The Princess Charlotte is two years older than you.’
‘Two years? What is two years?’ Caroline narrowed her eyes and peered at
her governess. ‘I should like you to know, Madam Baroness, that I am not lacking
in experience.’
The Baroness gasped with horror, which made Caroline laugh. She is
deliberately trying to shock me, thought the Baroness . Of course she is an innocent girl. Or is she? Oh, this family! They are all so— odd. Sometimes I
wonder— And when I consider her brothers—
Caroline watched her governess as she guessed the woman’s thoughts. She
tossed back the long fair curls which hung over her shoulder and raised her light eyebrows; she was pretty and her figure was already well developed.
The Baroness thought : She has too much freedom. They all have too much
freedom.
‘I beg of you,’ said the Baroness, ‘not to talk so freely.’
‘But I would be free. Why should I be caged— like a prisoner? I shall always
be free. I shall do exactly what I want and when I have a husband— in two years
time, because if Charlotte has one, why shouldn’t I— I shall see that he is aware of this.’
‘You talk in a most unbecoming manner.’
‘I say what I mean. Is there anything wrong with that?’
‘There could be a great deal. You should pray more.’
Caroline made a face. ‘Oh come, Baroness, everyone has a right to an
opinion. You must admit that. I will never be anyone’s puppet. If I allowed
myself to accept everything that I am told without reasoning I should be like a
field that would not grow a single blade of grass. Have you always done
everything that was expected of you? Have you always been so good?’
‘Indeed not. I fear I have often been wicked.’
‘Why?’
‘Why Your Highness, I suppose because an evil instinct impels me to do
wrong.’
‘But why allow yourself to be impelled?’
‘I suppose because I could not overcome my bad nature.’
The Princess laughed aloud. Then you are like a piece of clay, Madam. That is
all— a piece of clay, and therefore I do not think you are very wicked to allow
yourself to be moulded.’
‘You must not think that whether we should be good or had does not rest with
ourselves.’
‘But you have just said, Baroness, that you cannot help being bad. It is true.
We are all bad— very bad. But that was how we were created.’ She smiled
mischievously. So you see, Baroness, it is no use your chiding me for this and that for I just cannot help it. I have no say in the matter. It is simply the way I was made.’
‘You talk too much.’
‘Of course,’ agreed Caroline. ‘Do I not do everything too much? But you will
admit, Baroness, that it is better than not doing enough?’
‘You are determined to argue.’
‘And what better occupation? For how can we exercise our minds without
arguments. But how did this start? Simply because I said that it will soon be my
turn to have a husband.’
‘We cannot be sure—’
‘We can be sure of nothing in this world, you will tell me. But I am sure—
about many things. I am sure it is good that Charlotte has a husband for she is the kind of girl who needs a husband— early.’
‘Your Highness!’
The Princess opened her eyes very wide and then laughed that rather wild
laugh of hers which the Baroness always found a little alarming. And she added:
‘So am I.’
‘I hope—’ began the Baroness.
‘It is always good to hope,’ interrupted the Princess. ‘You even get what you
hope for— sometimes.’ She shut the book on which they had been working with a
final bang. ‘Now I really must go and fit on my dress. It must be ready for the
wedding, must it not? We cannot have the bride’s sister— soon to be a bride
herself perhaps— not looking her best. Who knows— there might be suitors for
my hand at my sister’s wedding.’
She had gone, leaving the Baroness staring after her, asking herself if the
Princess’s behaviour was a little more than odd. Or was it due to high spirits?
When one considered the others— one wondered.
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From an upper window of the palace Caroline’s father Duke Charles William
Ferdinand, saw his daughter cross the courtyard and come face to face with a
young English boy who was being educated in Germany and living for a while at
the Court of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel.
He watched the young man pause, bow deeply and stand gazing at Caroline.
A pretty picture, thought the Duke affectionately. In his eyes Caroline was
charming; she was so full of vitality, so natural and very pleasing to the eye, with those long fair curls. She had grown in the last few months and it might have been a woman standing down there. After Charlotte was safely launched it would be
Caroline’s turn.
Not yet, he thought. He would keep Caroline at home as long as he could. He
had admitted to his mistress, Madame de Hertzfeldt, that Caroline was his
favourite child.
She was obviously flirting with young John Thomas Stanley down there, but
if she had known that her father was watching she would have been alarmed, for
he was the one person of whom she was in awe. Sometimes he wished that it were
not necessary to inspire fear in his children; but of course it was particularly so with children such as his.
He frowned and turned away from the window as Madame de Hertzfeldt came
into the room.
Approaching him she slipped her arm through his. ‘You’re anxious,’ she said,
and glancing out of the window saw Caroline in the courtyard with the English
boy. ‘Yes,’ she went on. ‘It will be her turn next and perhaps we should not delay too long.’
Her face still seemed to him the most beautiful he had ever seen; it was many
years since he had noticed her and fallen in love with her. He thought now, as he had thought so many times before, how different everything would have been if
he could have married her.
‘Charlotte is happily settled,’ she reminded him, and drew him away from the
window.
‘A good match,’ he admitted. ‘You think she will settle?’
‘Now that she has a husband, she is more likely to.’ She did not add that
Charlotte’s passing from his care to a husband’s was a relief to them all; but he knew she thought this for there were no secrets between them.
Tall, stately, beautiful and dignified, devoted to him and the affairs of
Brunswick she was in all but name his Queen. Their son was the boy he would
have liked to be his heir. A soldier, handsome and, in his father’s eyes, noble in every way, already making a brilliant career for himself— and like his mother,
serene. Oh, God, he thought, how he admired serenity! It was because of that taint which sometimes he thought had smeared all his legitimate children.
‘I think,’ he said, ‘that Caroline will want a husband now that her sister has
one.’
‘Caroline is a child yet.’
‘Do you think so? You saw her down there—’
Madame de Hertzfeldt was silent for a moment. Then she shrugged her
shoulders. ‘Like her sister she has matured early. But you won’t have to raise the money for her wedding for a few years.’
‘It might not be easy. Her brothers—’ A look of pain crossed the Duke’s face
and his mistress hastened to console him.
‘There is nothing wrong with Frederick William and the girls.’
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second completely so and the third blind. What is wrong? Why should I be so
cursed? If I had married you—’
‘We have been happy together for all these years.’
‘What should I have done without you?’
‘Why ask— when you have never been obliged to— and as long as it rests
with me never will.’
He looked at her beautiful face and was reconciled to everything-an unhappy
marriage with his English wife, even the fruit of that marriage which had caused
such grievous disappointment. All these years they had been lovers— even before
his marriage to Augusta, and he had refused to give her up when Augusta had
arrived from England and found her installed as mistress of his household. And so she had remained in spite of Augusta’s protests and she had behaved with such
dignity that in time even Augusta had come to accept her value.
‘If our son—’ he began, but she silenced him.
‘You have your legitimate heirs,’ she reminded him. ‘There is no gainsaying
that.’
‘Only private people can expect happiness,’ he answered bitterly, ‘because
they can choose their mates. The marriages of royalty scarcely ever result in
happiness because they are not founded on love. They become embittered and
often this is disastrous to the children of the marriage. They are often unhealthy in mind as well as body.’
She sought to comfort him. ‘Charlotte seems happy,’ she reminded him.
‘My dearest, I know you seek to comfort me. Charlotte is excited. She is like
Caroline. They crave constant excitement. It is a sort of madness— no— no. It is
a compulsion they have. I pray God Charlotte will be happy when the excitement
is over.’
‘The excitement will go on for a time and perhaps she will soon have a child
and that will sober her.’
‘Determined as ever to look at the brightest side, I see.’
‘Well let us at least enjoy that while we can. In any case, there may not be
another side. Who shall say?’
He pressed her hand. ‘You are right as usual.’
She smiled at him, her eyes still a little anxious. Since he inherited the
Dukedom some two years before, life had been less carefree. His father had been
a spendthrift and Charles had taken over an almost bankrupt country. He had
determined to bring his country to prosperity and practised economy as far as he
could; but that was not easy and he had been trained as a soldier rather than a
statesman. But Madame de Hertzfeldt was as good as any minister; he rarely
made a move without consulting her and he had proved again and again that this
was wise. It was she who had helped to arrange this match for Charlotte; and she
would do the same for Caroline when the time came. She had suggested that the
Princesses be brought up with religious freedom so that they could in due course
become either Protestant or Catholic according to the religion which their future husbands might follow. This, she had pointed out, would make it so much easier
to find husbands for them, since many good matches were lost through a
difference in the religion of either parties.
What a Duchess she would have made! And he had to be content with
Augusta who was constantly reminding everyone at Brunswick how much better
affairs were managed in England under the rule of her brother King George III.
‘So,’ she said, ‘we will think only of the wedding celebrations and deal with
future problems when they present themselves.’
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The Duchess was talking to her daughter Charlotte, soon to be a bride.
‘Of course I could have wished we could have had an English Prince for you.
My brother’s son, the Prince of Wales, would be— let me see— Twenty, would it
be? Yes, I should think twenty, and surely it is time he married, but do you think they would marry him to a Princess of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel? Oh no! The very
suggestion would give my sister-in-law an apoplectic fit. How I hated that
creature. She— Queen Charlotte— was one of the reasons why I was anxious to
get away from England.’
‘Well, Mamma,’ said Charlotte pertly, ‘it is no use repining for the loss of the
Prince of Wales now that I have my Frederick William. Würtemberg will have to
do. And as the marriage is to take place within a day or so even if my wicked old aunt Queen Charlotte relented and sent me your nephew the Prince of Wales it
would be, to say the least, a little awkward.’
‘Charlotte, you really are impertinent,’ said her mother mildly.
‘What do you expect when I am named after that wicked sister-in-law of
yours?’
‘You happen, Charlotte, to be speaking of the Queen of England.’
‘And so, Mamma, were you a moment ago and every bit as disrespectfully.
Confess it.’
Oh dear, thought the Duchess. She would never be able to control these
children of hers. It was the same with Caroline. The girls had their own way. But what can I do? she asked herself. I am not in command here. It is always Madame de Hertzfeldt. She is the Duke’s confidant. She decides all matters, even those concerned with my children. What a situation! I wish I’d never left England.
She shivered. Fancy being there, with George expecting her to live with her
sisters like nuns in a nunnery. No, this was preferable, even though she had an
unfaithful husband who cared little for her, and children whom she could not
control. Her children alarmed her. She could not bear to be in the company of her eldest boys. They seemed a continual reproach. Was it her fault? What had she
done to produce those three boys who would never be able to rule? The youngest
boy, thank God, was normal; and his father doted on him, and was terrified that
some harm was going to befall him-his only normal son. He cherished the boy
almost as much as he did Madame de Hertzfeldt— though not quite— No one
could be quite as important to him as that woman!
Then there were the girls who were so wayward that they always seemed to
get the better of her. They are so German, she decided ; and I am so English.
Sometimes she felt it was not such a bad thing that she had a strong-minded
woman like Madame de Hertzfeldt to help her control the girls. That woman,
thought the Duchess petulantly, would control anybody.
‘Mamma,’ Charlotte was saying, ‘I have matters to which I must attend. So
you must give me permission to leave you.’
The Duchess nodded and shaking her head sank down on to her sofa and
stared blankly before her. How she had disliked this room! When she had first
seen it, it had seemed so primitive after the apartments of St. James’s, Hampton
Court and Kensington Palace. But she had grown accustomed to it. And she had
not really been sorry to come here. After all, a woman must marry— and they
might have given her a less attractive husband. Charles had at least been a hero
when he had come to England to marry her. Not that he had been quite as
handsome as she had pictured him, but the people had liked him. She remembered
how they had been cheered at the Opera while George and Charlotte were
received in silence. What a triumph! Serve them right. It was all jealousy—
Charlotte’s fault, she was sure. George would never have had the gumption. Their
mother had completely dominated him at that time, and he had done everything
that she and Lord Bute told them.
But Charles had talked freely on English politics, which had angered them,
and so instead of lodging him at one of the royal palaces they had put him in
Somerset House and made their disapproval very clear to him as he was obliged
to stay there without a royal guard. She too had been in disgrace for attempting to meddle in state affairs. And she had too! To think that she had helped to break up her brother’s romance with Sarah Lennox and as a result he had had Charlotte.
Not such a good move really— although Sarah Lennox was a silly little thing and
