<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIII<br/> <span class="subhead">1552</span> <span class="subhead">Northumberland and the King—Edward’s illness—Lady Jane and Mary—Mary refused permission to practise her religion—The Emperor intervenes.</span></h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">For</span> the moment master of the field, Northumberland
addressed himself sedulously to the
task of strengthening and consolidating the position
he had won. In the Council he had achieved
predominance, but the King’s minority would not
last for ever, and the necessity of laying the
foundation of a power that should continue when
Edward’s nominal sovereignty should have become
a real one was urgent.</p>
<p>The lad was growing up; nor were there
wanting moments causing those around him to
look on with disquietude to the day when the
nobles ruling in his name might be called upon to
give an account of their stewardship. A curious
anecdote tells how, as Northumberland stood one
day watching the King practising the art of archery,
the boy put a “sharp jest” upon him, not without
its significance.</p>
<p>“Well aimed, my liege,” said the Duke merrily,
as the arrow hit the white.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_170">170</SPAN></span>
“But you aimed better,” retorted the lad, “when
you shot off the head of my uncle Somerset.”<SPAN name="FNanchor_125" href="#Footnote_125" class="fnanchor">125</SPAN></p>
<p>It was a grim and ominous pleasantry, and in
the direct charge it contained of responsibility for
the death of Edward’s nearest of kin another shaft
besides the arrow may have been sent home.
The Tudors were not good at forgiving. Even
had the King seen the death of the Duke’s rival and
victim without regret, it was possible that he
would none the less owe a grudge to the man
to whom it was due; nor was Northumberland
without a reason for anticipating with uneasiness
the day when Edward, remembering
all, should hold the reins of Government in his
own hands.</p>
<p>Under these circumstances it was clearly his
interest to commend himself to the young sovereign,
and the system he pursued with regard to his
education and training were carefully adapted to
that purpose. Whilst the Protector had had the
arrangement of affairs, his nephew had been kept
closely to his studies; Northumberland, “a soldier
at heart and by profession, had him taught to
ride and handle his weapons,” the boy welcoming
the change, and, though not neglecting his books,
taking pleasure in every form of bodily exercise;<SPAN name="FNanchor_126" href="#Footnote_126" class="fnanchor">126</SPAN>
not without occasional pangs of conscience, when<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_171">171</SPAN></span>
more time had been spent in pastime than he
“thought convenient.”</p>
<p>“We forget ourselves,” he would observe,
finding fault with himself sententiously in royal
phrase, upon such occasions, “that should not
lose <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">substantia pro accidente</i>.”<SPAN name="FNanchor_127" href="#Footnote_127" class="fnanchor">127</SPAN></p>
<p>It had been the Protector’s custom to place
little money at his nephew’s disposal, thus rendering
him comparatively straitened in the means of exercising
the liberality befitting his position; and
part of the boy’s liking for the Admiral had been
owing to the gifts contrasting with the niggardliness
of the elder brother. Profiting by his predecessor’s
mistakes, Northumberland’s was a different policy.
He supplied Edward freely with gold, encouraged
him to make presents, and to show himself a
King; acquainting him besides with public business,
and flattering him by asking his opinion upon
such matters.<SPAN name="FNanchor_128" href="#Footnote_128" class="fnanchor">128</SPAN></p>
<p>The Duke might have spared his pains. It
was not by Edward that he was to be called to
account. But at that time there were no signs
to indicate how futile was the toil of those who
were seeking to build their fortunes upon his
favour. A well-grown, handsome lad, his health
had given no special cause for anxiety up to the
spring of 1552. In the March of that year,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_172">172</SPAN></span>
however, a sharp and complicated attack of illness
laid him low and sowed the seeds of future delicacy.</p>
<p>“I fell sick of the smallpox and the measles,”
recorded the boy in his diary. “April 15th the
Parliament broke up because I was sick and unable
to go abroad.”</p>
<p>To us, who read the laconic entry in the light
thrown upon it by future events, it marks the
beginning of the end—not only the end of
the King’s short life, but the beginning of the
drama in which many other actors were to be
involved and were to meet their doom. As yet
none of the anxious watchers suspected that
death had set his broad arrow upon the lad; and
in the summer he had so far recovered as to be
sending a blithe account to Barnaby Fitzpatrick,
then in France, of a progress he had made in the
country, and its attendant enjoyments. Whilst his
old playfellow had been occupied in killing his enemies,
and sore skirmishing and divers assaults, the
King had been killing wild beasts, having pleasant
journeys and good fare, viewing fair countries, and
seeking rather to fortify his own than to spoil another
man’s<SPAN name="FNanchor_129" href="#Footnote_129" class="fnanchor">129</SPAN>—so he wrote gaily to Fitzpatrick.</p>
<p>Meantime his illness, with the dissolution of
Parliament consequent upon it, had probably
emptied London; the Suffolk family, with others,
returning to their country home. In July Lady<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_173">173</SPAN></span>
Jane was on a visit to her cousin, the Princess
Mary, at Newhall; when, once more, an indiscreet
speech—a scoff, on this occasion, directed against
the outward tokens of that Catholic faith to which
Mary was so vehemently loyal—may, repeated to
her hostess, have served to irritate her towards the
offender against the rules of courtesy and good
taste. Under other circumstances, it might have
been passed over by the older woman with a
smile; but subjected to annoyance and petty persecution
by reason of her religion and saddened
and embittered by illness and misfortune, the
trifling instance of ill-manners on the part of a
malapert child of fifteen may have had its share
in accentuating a latent antagonism.</p>
<p>In the course of the previous year a controversy
had reached its height which had been more or
less imminent since the statute enjoining the use
of the new Prayer-book had been passed, a work
said to have afforded the King—then eleven
years of age—“great comfort and quietness of
mind.” From that time forward—the decree had
become law in 1549—there had been trouble in
the royal family, as might be expected when
opinion on vital points of religion, the burning
question of the day, was widely and violently
divergent, and friends and advisers were ever at
hand to fan the flame of discord in their own
interest or that of their party.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_174">174</SPAN></span>
No one could be blind to the fact that the ardent
Catholicism of the Princess Mary, next in succession
to the throne, constituted a standing menace to
the future of religion as recently by law established,
and to the durability of the work hastily carried
through in creating a new Church on a new basis.
Furthermore it was considered that her present
attitude of open and determined opposition to the
decree passed by Parliament was a cause of scandal
in the realm. It was certainly one of annoyance
to the King and Council.</p>
<p>Cranmer would probably have liked to keep the
peace. An honest man, but no fanatic and holding
moderate views, he might have been inclined, having
got what he personally wanted, to adopt a policy of
conciliation. Affairs had gone well with him; his
friends were in power; and, if he failed to inspire
the foreign divines and their English disciples
with entire trust, it was admitted in 1550 by John
Stumpius, of that school, that things had been put
upon a right footing. “There is,” he added, “the
greatest hope as to religion, for the Archbishop
of Canterbury has lately married a wife.”<SPAN name="FNanchor_130" href="#Footnote_130" class="fnanchor">130</SPAN></p>
<p>Matters being thus comfortably arranged, Cranmer,
if he had had his way, might have preferred to leave
them alone. But what could one man do in the
interests of peace, when Churchmen and laity were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_175">175</SPAN></span>
alike clamouring for war, when the King’s Council
were against the concession of any one point at issue,
and the King himself had composed, before he was
twelve years old, and “sans l’aide de personne
vivant,” a treatise directed against the supremacy of
the Pope? To the honour of the King’s counsellors,
few victims had suffered the supreme penalty during
his reign on account of their religious opinions;<SPAN name="FNanchor_131" href="#Footnote_131" class="fnanchor">131</SPAN>
but Gardiner and Bonner, as well as Bishops Day
and Heath, were in prison, and if the lives of the
adherents of the ancient faith were spared, no other
mitigation of punishment or indulgence was to be
expected by them.</p>
<p>Under pressure from the Emperor the principal
offender had been at first granted permission to
continue the practice of her religion. But when
peace with France rendered a rupture with Charles
a less formidable contingency than before, it was
decided that renewed efforts should be made to
compel the Princess Mary to bow to the fiat of
King and Council. Love of God and affection for
his sister forbade her brother, he declared, to
tolerate her obstinacy longer, the intimation being
accompanied by an offer of teachers who should
instruct her ignorance and refute her errors.</p>
<p>Mary was a match for both King and Council.
In an interview with the Lords she told them that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_176">176</SPAN></span>
her soul was God’s, and that neither would she
change her faith nor dissemble her opinions; the
Council replying by a chilling intimation that
her faith was her own affair, but that she must
obey like a subject, not rule like a sovereign. The
Princess, however, had a card to play unsuspected by
her adversaries. The dispute had taken place on
August 18. On the 19th the Council was unpleasantly
surprised by a strong measure on the part
of the imperial ambassador, in the shape of a
declaration of war in case his master’s cousin was
not permitted the exercise of her religion.</p>
<p>The Council were in a difficulty. War with the
Emperor, at that moment, and without space for
preparation, would have been attended with grave
inconvenience. On the other hand Edward’s tender
conscience had outrun that of his ministers, and had
become so difficult to deal with that all the persuasions
of the Primate and two other Bishops were
needed to convince the boy, honest and zealous in
his intolerance, that “to suffer or wink at [sin] for a
time might be borne, so all haste possible was
used.”</p>
<p>A temporising answer was therefore returned
to the imperial ambassador, “all haste possible”
being made in removing English stores from
Flanders, so that, in case of a rupture, they
might not fall into Charles’s hands. This accomplished,
fresh and stringent measures were taken<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_177">177</SPAN></span>
to compel the Princess’s obedience; her chief
chaplain was committed to the Tower, charged
with having celebrated Mass in his mistress’s house,
and three of the principal officers of her household
were sent to join him there as a punishment for
declining to use coercion to prevent a recurrence of
the offence.</p>
<p>An interview followed between Mary and a
deputation of members of the Council, who visited
her with the object of enforcing the King’s orders.
The Princess received her guests with undisguised
impatience; requested them to be brief; and, having
listened to what they had to say, answered shortly
that she would lay her head upon a block—no idle
rhetoric in those days—sooner than use any other
form of service than that in use at her father’s death;
when her brother was of full age she was ready
to obey his commands, but at present—good,
sweet King!—he could not be a judge in such
matters. Her chaplains, for the rest, could do as
they pleased in the matter of saying Mass, “but
none of your new service shall be used in my house,
or I will not tarry in it.”</p>
<p>Thus the controversy practically ended. The
Council dared not proceed to extremities against the
Emperor’s cousin, and tacitly agreed to let her alone,
having supplied her with one more bitter memory to
add to the account which was to be lamentably
settled in the near future.</p>
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