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Copyright 2012 by Carolyn Meyer
Map art 2012 by Jeery Mathison
All rights reserved. For inormation about permission to reproduce selections rom this
book, write to Permissions, Houghton Miin Harcourt Publishing Company,
215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.
Harcourt is an imprint o Houghton Miin Harcourt Publishing Company.
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Library o Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Meyer, Carolyn, 1935
The wild queen / by Carolyn Meyer.
p. cm.
Summary: Convicted o plotting against her cousin Queen Elizabeth I o England and
awaiting execution in 1587, Mary Stuart, queen o Scotland, recounts her lie story,
including becoming a widow at age eighteen and her brutal campaign to regain her
sovereignty ater being stripped o her throne.
ISBN 978-0-15-206188-3
1. Mary, Queen o Scots, 1542-1587Juvenile fction. [1. Mary, Queen o Scots,
1542-1587Fiction. 2. Kings, queens, rulers, etc.Fiction. 3. ScotlandHistory
Mary Stuart, 1542-1567Fiction.] I. Title.
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At the Center of Disastrous Events
The midnight hour being well past, the day is now
Wednesday, the eighth o February, 1587. The sound o
hammering in the great hall o Fotheringhay Castle has notceased. In a ew hours the most important day o my lie
will dawn. I have written letters to those I love. My red
petticoats and my black gown lie ready. My women, dressed
in black, sit with me, and I ask one o them to read aloud
the story o the good thie crucied beside our Lord.
When she has nished, the women are weeping. It istrue that the thie was a great sinner, I remind them, but
not so great as I have been.
I lie down and close my eyes, though I have no wish to
sleep. Outside the door o my dreary chambers, the guards
tramp back and orth, back and orth, stationed there lest I
try to escape. They need not worry. My body remains here,but my thoughts have already fown away, back to my earli-
est beginnings and all that has ollowed.
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Chapter 1
Farewell, Scotland
I was the cause of my fathers death.
My ather, King James V o Scotland, drew his last
downhearted breath and died when I was just six days old.He had not been ill, my mother explained to me years
later, but was deeply saddened by his deeat at the hands
o the terrible English.
Henry VIII, king o the terrible English, was deter-
mined to take over Scotland. In the bloody battles between
the two countries that shared a border, the outnumberedScots always got the worst o it. Ater my athers humiliat-
ing loss at his last battle, he took to his bed.
My ather had badly wanted a son who could be the next
king. When he married my mother, a French duchess, he
already had three illegitimate sons, but by law a bastard
could not inherit the Scottish throne. My mother bore himtwo more sons; both inants died. I was my athers last
hope, and when the news reached him o the birth o a
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lassa girlthat bitter disappointment was more than he
could endure. Had I been a boy, he would still be alive. I
have no doubt o that.From my earliest days I have too oten ound mysel at
the center o disastrous events. That was the rst. My birth
killed my ather, and I became queen o Scotland.
*
I was playing with my riends when the guard rushed inrom the watchtower and announced to the queen, My
lady, the ships fying the colors o France are moving up the
rth, and my mother burst into tears.
Mither? I jumped up rom my game and ran to her. I
touched her cheek. Maman? I asked, changing to French,
my mothers language.She dabbed at her eyes and tried to smile. Shall we go
see the ships, Marie? Her voice trembled. She took my
hand, calling to my riends, Come, dear little Maries! All
our o my riends were named Mary, as I was, but my
mother called us by the French version o the name even
Mary Fleming, who was pure Scots. To everyone, they werethe Four Maries. Trailed by governesses who always seemed
to move too slowly, we dashed eagerly out o the castle and
peered down over the stone parapet to see or ourselves
these oreign ships ar below us. A strong north wind, chilly
even in July, whipped our skirts and petticoats and blew our
long hair into our aces.Look, my mother said, the king o France has sent
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his own royal galley or you. This shows how much he
honors you.
Me?I gazed up at my mother, puzzled. It was the sum-mer o 1548, a ew months beore my sixth birthday, and
there was much I did not yet understand.
Maman sighed deeply and pulled me close. The time
has come to explain it to you, ma chre Marie.
*
At the age o nine months I was carried in a great proces-
sion to the royal chapel at Stirling Castle and crowned Mary
Stuart, queen o Scotland, in a solemn ceremony. I remem-
bered none o it, o course, but the event was described to
me so otenhow I reached out and tried to grasp the
scepter; how I did not stop wailing throughout the cere-monythat in a ew years I came to believe I actuallycould
remember it all.
I was barely a year old when the Scottish Parliament
signed an agreement with England declaring that when I
reached the age o ten I would marry Prince Edward, the
son o King Henry VIII. I was pledged to marry the auldenemy! That promise was not enough to satisy King
Henry. He demanded that I come to live in England until
my marriageor my saekeeping, he said. My mother re-
used to allow it. Fearing that King Henry would have me
kidnapped, my mother moved me rom Linlithgow Castle,
where I was born, to Stirling Castle, ar north o the borderand better ortied against an English attack. But still my
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mother did not eel easy. We moved again, to an even more
remote castle.
While we were there, news came rom Eng land thatHenry VIII had died. Nine-year-old Edward was the new
king. I was our.
I am certain it is sae now, said my mother. We can go
home to Stirling.
But she was wrong. The English continued their attacks
along the border. They mowed down ten thousand Scots inthe Battle o Pinkie Cleugh and began the march to Stirling.
In the dead o night my mother and I were bundled onto
a litter and carried to an Augustinian priory on a quiet lake
ar rom the smoke and noise o battle. Within a ew days
the Four Maries and their mothers joined us on the island
o Inch mahome. I would have happily stayed on that prettyisland, unaware o the bloody ghting that still raged, chas-
ing butterfies, gathering eggs rom the hens nests, and de-
vouring the rich buns the monks baked or us every morning.
My mother now made a decision that would determine
the course o my lie: Instead o marrying Edward, the new
king o England, I would marry the uture king o France.But the uture had its beginning in the present. Until you
are old enough or marriage, you will live at the French
court and learn their language and their ways, said my
mother. Someday the kings son, the little dauphin, will
become king, and you will be queen o France.
What is the laddie called? I askedmy rst question.His name is Franois de Valois. He is our years old, a
little younger than you.
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You are coming too, are you not, Maman? I asked.
Non, Marie, she said. I must stay here. But your nurse
and your governess will go with you, and Lord Erskine andLord Livingston as your guardians, and the Four Maries,
and your three Stuart hal brothers, and many others who
know and love you. When you arrive in France you will have
your grandparents and your uncles to look ater you, and
the king o France and his children will welcome you into
their amily. You will not be lonely, MarieI promise.Then you will come later, I insisted stubbornly.
Oui, my darling child, she said, smiling. Later.
Her smile was a lie. I sensed the tears behind it, ready to
pour again at any moment. I knew without asking that once
I let Scotland, my lie would change. I could not possibly
imagine how much.
*
To prepare or my departure or France, we moved again,
this time to Dumbarton Castle, in the ar west o Scotland.
The ancient ortress was built high on a rocky mound where
winds howled and rains lashed, and no English soldierwould dare scale the steep rock ace that jutted straight up
rom the water and overlooked the Firth o Clyde, where
the river joined the sea. To avoid the English ships, the
French feet had taken a long and dangerous route to reach
me, sailing around the northern end o Scotland beore
heading southward to Dumbarton.I hated to see my mother weep, but on the day those
French ships appeared in the rth, I was too lled with
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excitement to be overly concerned. The king o France had
sent his ships to etch me! I was going to marry the kings
son, and one day I would be the queen o France! I lovedthe sound o that: queen of France. Even my mother did not
have such a splendid title. While my ather was alive, she
had been titled the queen consort o Scots. Now she was
known as the queen mother, meaning that her husband, the
king, was dead and she was in charge o things in the king-
dom until I, her child, was old enough to rule as queeno Scots.
My own little court was made up o the Four Maries,
my athers three bastard sons, and a number o others. My
nurse, Janeen Sinclair, would accompany me, as would my
governess, Lady Janet Fleming, Mary Flemings mother.
Mary Livingston, the daughter o Lord Livingston, one omy guardians, was in my party as well. Mary Seton and Mary
Beaton were the other two Maries, and Setons younger
brother Robbie was coming too.
The Marie dearest to me was Mary Fleming. Because o
her reddish curls and mischievous smile, we called her La
Flamin. A little older than I and irrepressible, in mymothers opinion, La Flamin made it her duty to keep me
inormed o what was really going on. It did not occur to
me that she might have been inventing some o her stories,
or at least embellishing them a little. Her ather had been
killed at the Battle o Pinkie Cleugh.
You and I had the same grandather, you know, shetold me proudly. King James the Fourth.
I do know that, I said, not wanting her to think I was
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ignorant, but in act I was not sure I did know. He was
killed in battle too, I said, eager to show o my knowl-
edge o Scots history. Fighting against the English at Flod-den Field.
He was married to Queen Margaret, so he couldnt
marry my grandmother, added Mary Fleming with a deep
sigh. And so my mother is a bastard.
Pity, I said, nodding sympathetically. Queen Margaret
was my grandmother. It was indeed unortunate that aperson born out o wedlock could not inherit titles and
propertylike my three older Stuart hal brothers. But
you and I are still cousins, are we not?
Aye, o course! But I am pure Scots on both sides o my
amily, she boasted, tossing those red curls. The other
Maries have Scottish athers and French mothers, like you.When Marie o Guise came to Scotland to marry your
ather, the others came with her as her ladies in waiting.
I know that too, I said.
And did you know that your ather had another wie,
beore your mother?
Sometimes I had to pretend I knew more than I did;this time I did not. Her name was Madeleine, I said, and
she was the daughter o the previous king o France. She
was sixteen when she came here to marry my ather, and
within orty days she was dead o a ever, poor thing. They
blamed it on the Scottish air.
The air in France is said to be much more pleasant,said La Flamin helpully.
My mothers rst husband, the duke o Longueville,
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died as well, when she was expecting her second child. Poor
Mither! That baby died when he was only our months old.
But her older boy still lives in France. I suppose I will meethim when I go there.
That must have been so sad! Mary Fleming said, her
brow urrowed sorrowully. And then your mother, the
duchess, received a proposal o marriage. She leaned toward
me eagerly and took my hand in both o hers. My mother
told me about it. Do you know who her suitor was?My ather? The king o Scotland? I hoped I was right.
I did not like La Flamin knowing more than I did about my
own amily, even i she was my dearest riend.
No! she cried. You are wrong! He was a king, it is true,
but not o Scotland! Mary Fleming was bursting with her
triumph in our storytelling. It was Henry the Eighth oEngland!
That horrible man wanted to marry Mither? I was so
shocked by that bit o inormation that I fung Marys hand
away. Why had my mother never told me this?
Aye, but she reused him! My mother knew all about it!
La Flamin struck a pose that she considered queenly. Thisis what Marie o Guise said: I may be a big woman, but I
have a very little neck. King Henry had had his second wie,
Anne Boleyn, beheaded, you see, and beore the swords-
man cut o her head, Queen Anne said, I will be easy to
kill, or my neck is little. Your mother had heard that story,
and she was not about to have herhead cut o.Then I thank a gracious God that she reused him and
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I did not have Henry the Eighth or a ather! I exclaimed.
How horrible to have ones head cut o!
My riend agreed that it was horrible. But still you hadhim or a great-uncle, you know. King Henry married three
more times beore he died. Six wives all told! she went on,
sure o my interest. He divorced two o his wives and had
two beheaded. One diedthat was Edwards motherand
one outlived him. I would never have married that dread-
ul manwould you?I shuddered at the thought. Or his son either, I added.
A wicked lot, the English.
My cousin clearly enjoyed shocking me with her grisly
tale. I shivered at my mothers good ortune in escaping the
clutches o the evil King Henry. I did not stop to wonder
then how she must have elt when she let France or Scot-land, a country she had never seen, to marry a man she had
never met, leaving behind her little son without knowing
when she would be with him again.
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happened oten during those last ew days, tears began to
slide down her sot cheeks. Oh, my sweet Marie, you will
have so much to learn! she cried, brushing away thetears. She took me on her lap and kissed me, murmuring
endearments in French, which I understood well enough,
though I always replied in Scots. You must learn to speak
French, ma chr e, she said sotly, pushing strands o hair
away rom my ace. No one in France understands the
Scots language.Then I shall speak Scots with the Four Maries, I
declared.
What a stubborn child you are, she said ondly. Be-
sides that, you are accustomed to being the sole object o all
our attention. Now you will join a amilythe dauphin and
his two sisters and you must remember that you are nolonger the most important person in the room.
But I am the queen o Scotland! I exclaimed, surprised
and a little put o by what I had just been told.
Yes, dear child, you are the queen o Scotland, but you
are going to live in the French court. The dauphin outranks
you. Fortunately, you are young, and I have no doubt youwill learn quickly.
*
While the French ships were being provisioned or the
journey, my mother arranged arewell banquets in my honor
and invited the Scottish lords and ladies and the land-owning lairds. Royal banquets were usually merry aairs,
but young as I was, I sensed the sadness rippling like an
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underground stream beneath the music and dancing and
easting. Though everyone rejoiced that I was going o to
marry the uture king o France, I would be living ar, araway, and I had no idea when I would see Scotlandor my
dear motheragain. I tried not to think about that.
The day came to say goodbye: the twenty-ninth o July
in the year 1548. My mother and I clung to one another and
elt our hearts breaking, though I had been taught that as a
queen, I must not give way to displays o emotion. Yoursubjects do not wish to see your nose dripping and your
eyes red with weeping, my mother had told me over and
over. It is your duty as queen to appear calm and steadast,
no matter what you may eel.
On the occasion o my leave-taking, I tried to ollow her
instructions but ailed entirely. The French ambassador,sent by the king to escort me on my journey, attempted
without successto lure me away rom my mother. Go,
dearest child, my mother said at last, her voice thick
with tears. I shall remain on the parapet and watch you
rom here.
Finally my guardian Lord Erskine swept me up in hisarms and began the long descent down the steep steps cut
into the rock to the waiting ships below. I insisted that he
put me down at once. I am the queen, I lectured him,
and I do not wish to be carried like an inant. I shall walk
to the ship mysel.
From somewhere below me on the rough path, LadyFleming complained that her shoes were being ruined, that
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they were not made or climbing mountains, and I called
down to her, Lady Fleming, we are not climbinga mountain,
we aregoing down! That only made her more irritable.Musicians played lighthearted tunes, but once my com-
panions and I were taken aboard the ships, they turned to
something slow and serious. A priest gave a nal blessing to
the passengers, the crew, and the royal ship itsel, and every
one o us prayed or a sae journey. Dozens o galley pris-
oners chained below deck bent to the oars and rowed theroyal ship away rom the shore, and the crowd that had
gathered high above us on the parapet cheered, their shouts
carried on the wind. My mother waved her handkerchie.
As the ship moved through the Firth o Clyde, my compan-
ions and I stood on the deck and watched until Dumbarton
Castle, looming remote and orbidding on its great rock,was ar behind us. We could no longer make out the tiny
gures on the parapet, though I was sure I could still see my
mothers handkerchie futtering bravely. Then that, too,
disappeared.
When my riends were done snifing and wiping their
noses over the sadness o leaving their amilies behind, weset out to explore the ship. I ound my quarters and thought
them too small, and I protested that I should be given a
much bigger cabin. Then my hal brother James, who was
seventeen and on his way to France to continue his reli-
gious studies and who had traveled there once beore, ex-
plained, We are truly going to sea, dear Mary, and this ishow seaarers live. Even queens must travel this way. So I
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decided that my tiny cabin was, indeed, quite large enough
ater all.
As a child, I was always ull o energy and high spirits,and besides, my dearest riends were with me, and I was
sure we would have nothing but happy times during our
voyage. Neither I nor any o the Four Maries had been to
sea, and so we had no idea o what lay ahead o us. At that
hour we were very pleased with this grand new adventure,
but our enjoyment was not to last.We passed the Isle o Arran, its rugged mountains
shrouded in mist, and were about to enter the open sea. But
Captain Villegagnon observed the sky rapidly lling with
black clouds and ordered the ships to heave to just as
a great ocean storm roared down on us. The royal galley
pitched and rolled in the angry waves, and a gale blew sohard across the deck that I could scarcely stand upright.
Hours stretched into days, and still the storm punished us.
My three hal brothers organized games o handy-dandy
and hide-ox-and-all-ater to amuse the children. But even-
tually they as well as the rest o the passengers, young and
old, grew sick and listless; they could not bear the sight oood and spent their time clutching the rails o the galley.
Day ater day passed in misery while the captain waited or
the storm to wear itsel out and the benevolent west winds
to rise and carry us on.
When will the winds be right? I asked the captain, and
he explained wearily that it was all in Gods hands.Lady Fleming was not willing to wait or God and made
a great uss to the captain, demanding to be put ashore. It
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is utter nonsense to have us all imprisoned on this wretched
ship and going nowhere! she complained. I shall die i I
cannot go ashore and recover mysel.But Captain Villegagnon reused to yield to her. You are
not going to shore but to France, he said curtly. I that does
not please you, madame, you have my permission to drown.
Lady Fleming let out a sharp little cry and closed hersel
in her cabin and did not come out again or at least hal a
day; her usually rosy complexion seemed quite green whenshe eventually reappeared.
On the tenth day the clouds broke. The captain ordered
the sails raised and the prisoners on the oars to row. The
royal galley began to plow through the still towering waves,
heading westward into the Irish Sea, passing by the Isle o
Man and then going south along the coast o Wales. Myriends never ceased to be plagued with seasickness and
whimpered piteously. I was not aficted and could not
understand why they were so distressed.
Within a day the storm had caught up with us. Once more
the royal galley bobbed like a cork on the white-tipped
waves, and the rudder was smashed. While the men strug-gled to repair it, the ship began to roll rom side to side so
violently that objects slid back and orth across the deck. I
had a avorite doll I called Wee MaryI could not think o
any other name or herand she was swept overboard as I
watched helplessly. For the rst time since wed sailed rom
Dumbarton I was truly upset, and I sobbed until LadyFleming promised to nd me another, though I knew no
new doll would be nearly as pretty as Wee Mary.
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My oldest brother, James, was bent over the captains
chart table, studying our course and reporting on the pro-
gress o our voyage to anyone who cared to listen. TheFrench feet rounded Cornwall and entered the English
Channel, still with no relie rom the battering sea. Then,
just as everyone had begun to think that we might never
arrive, that we were doomed to endure calamity ater ca-
lamity, land was sighted.
France! France! rejoiced the passengers, though it wassaid weakly by those suering rom a delicate stomach. We
had been on the open sea or eighteen days, twice as long as
expected.
*
Nearly every citizen o the little shing village where welanded turned out to welcome the kings galley. The deck
had heaved beneath us or so long that our legs wobbled as
we let the ship and came ashore. Vive la petite reine cossaise!
someone shouted. Long live the little Scottish queen!
Others joined in. The cheering crowd accompanied us in
a joyul procession to a nearby town, where the local lordreceived me at the gates with great ceremony. I understood
hardly a word o what he saidit was all in Frenchbut I
believe it included welcome and sae arrival. I said,
Mercithank youand smiled.
But then: trouble. As our mounted guards crossed the
drawbridge, it collapsed, carrying men and horses into themoat below, where some surely drowned and others were
crushed beneath their mounts. Cries o Treachery! went
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up rom the Scots, causing the French lord to shout insults
back at them.
Lady Fleming rushed to assure hersel that I was unhurt.It was just an unortunate accident, she said soothingly,
or I was badly rightened and had begun to weep. No one
meant us any harm.
Lord Livingston was not convinced. Perdious French!
my guardian muttered darkly. I have never trusted them,
and I do not trust them now!Once calm had been restored and our saety guaranteed,
we entered the town by a dierent gate and ound our way
to the church. A Te Deum was sung in thanksgiving or my
sae arrival. All seemed peaceul again, but I still elt shaken.
I had thought everything would go perectly, and it had not.
For the rst time since I let Scotland, I wished desperatelythat my mother were there to comort me and reassure me
that all would indeed be well.