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  William raised himself on his elbow and stared at her.

  “It is so. No suggestions … yet. A little contrition; the dutiful daughter is haunted by the wrong she has done her father and asks his forgiveness.”

  William was silent; then he said. “The Marlborough woman.”

  Elizabeth nodded. “She dictates all.”

  “Marlborough will be aware of it.”

  “I am sure of it,” said Elizabeth. “That woman continually abuses you, but I do not think she would take this step without Marlborough’s being aware of it.”

  “He’s a good soldier but his ambitions run ahead of his achievement,” said William. “I wonder how far this has gone.”

  “I think that James is too tired for action and the French have refused him the army which he needs to invade. The Marlboroughs are intent on mischief. They don’t want James back.”

  “No,” said William, “they want Anne on the throne so that the Churchills can rule the country. Anne, being the most foolish of women, does not see this.”

  “Barbara declares that it is quite sickening to listen to them. Dear Mrs. Freeman and poor silly Mrs. Morley! Anne looks upon it all as a girlish game, but Sarah is no girl. She’s the most ambitious woman at Court—and since she is married to the most ambitious man, they are a pair to be watched.”

  “He could be taken up for treason.”

  “He could be,” admitted Elizabeth, “but I am sure you would consider that unwise at this stage.”

  “At this stage,” agreed William. “I think, though, that we could well dispense with their services. I can bring a charge against Marlborough. He has been talking seditiously in the Army, complaining that foreigners are favored. He is very fond of money and having little is always seeking ways of finding it. On account of his position in the Army he has posts to dispose of. He could be dismissed for bribery and extortion.”

  Elizabeth nodded slowly and leaning toward William kissed him.

  He took her wrist and said: “It is a pleasure to me to talk of these matters with you. There are times when a woman’s wit is … agreeable.”

  Elizabeth was well pleased. The rivalry between herself and Bentinck was never forgotten. Bentinck was devoted; but his mind worked along similar lines to William’s; the viewpoint of a woman was invaluable, particularly when that woman was his devoted mistress.

  He went from Elizabeth to the Queen’s apartments. Her women disappeared as he entered. Mary came to him, arms outstretched, delighted, as always, when he sought her out.

  “I wish to speak to you,” he told her. “The matter is urgent and concerns your sister.”

  “Oh, dear William, I trust Anne has not been causing you anxiety again.”

  “It is what we must expect. She is a constant anxiety.”

  “What now, William?”

  “She is writing to your father.”

  “No!”

  He looked at her with mild contempt. How different from Elizabeth! Elizabeth made it her business to have a spy established in the Cockpit who could report to him, yet Mary, who had so much more power and opportunity, had failed to do this.

  “At the moment it is merely, ‘Please forgive me.’ But that is of course a preliminary. You will know of course who is at the bottom of this.”

  “Not that odious woman!”

  “Who else?”

  “I loathe her. The airs! Really, my sister is a fool. How can she so far forget her royalty as to grovel at the feet of that woman.”

  Mary felt a twinge of conscience. She had remembered suddenly the humble letters she used to write to Frances Apsley. Anne was no more humble to Sarah Churchill. She could well understand Anne’s devotion to Sarah as she had once entertained a similar feeling toward Frances. Perhaps Frances wondered now why she was never invited to see the Queen. Mary was determined not to become enslaved to a woman as Anne was to Sarah Churchill.

  “These Churchills seem to have some unnatural power over her. We have to be rid of them. You must start. Try to persuade your sister to get rid of the woman.”

  “But William, she never will.”

  “You must talk to her. I want them out of Court.”

  “You have only to order them to go.”

  He looked at her in exasperation. How obtuse she could be! One of the more dangerous occupations of the Marlboroughs in recent weeks had been to increase the popularity of Anne. She had been appearing in public, smiling at the people, distributing alms, visiting the playhouse, laughing when the people laughed, being one of them.

  In any case, of all the royal family she was the favorite; she was the mother of the heir to the throne and when she appeared with him in public, playing the fond mother to perfection—not that she had to act in that role; for she always had been devoted to her children—the people applauded her. They knew of her quarrels with her sister and brother-in-law and they were ready to believe the worst of Dutch William.

  “Anne will refuse. Don’t you see that this time we cannot afford to upset Anne. She is too popular. We have to be wary. You must speak to Anne and try to make her see what harm this woman is doing. I will deal with Marlborough if you will deal with his wife.”

  “I will do my best of course, William, but …”

  “Do it then … and without delay.”

  The two sisters faced each other. It was rarely that the Queen came to the Cockpit. She would visit her nephew frequently, take him toys and if she was prevented from visiting him, send to inquire for his health; but she was not on such good terms with his mother.

  Mary looked with distaste at her sister who was growing so fat. Mary herself was a big woman and getting fatter every week, but Anne had had a start of her, and she was becoming enormous.

  Mary’s eyes went to the dishes of sweetmeats in the apartments. Her own mouth watered for she dearly loved them; but what a temptation to have them always before one! She supposed Sarah Churchill encouraged the habit; the fatter Anne became, the more lazy she was—and therefore the more ready to do as she was told.

  “Anne,” she said, “I want to talk seriously to you.”

  Anne looked mildly interested.

  “There is one woman in your suite who, I am sure, is a bad influence. I’m going to advise you to consider ridding yourself of her.”

  “I know of no such woman.”

  “You must be aware that Sarah Churchill attempts to govern your life.”

  “Govern my life. How?”

  “Does she not tell you what you must do and are you not inclined always to do it?”

  “Sarah Churchill is my friend … my greatest friend … the friend I trust more than anyone in the world.”

  “Then I am sorry for you.”

  “I know of course that you hate her. You haven’t a great friend now, have you? I am sorry. You must have forgotten how once Frances Apsley was your great friend. She is still mine, but not such a great friend as Sarah, of course. I see no harm in having friends. Nor did you once. I suppose William has asked you to do this.”

  “I am asking you because I believe you would be better without Sarah Churchill.”

  “I think I should be allowed to choose my own household.”

  “I am advising you.”

  “I could advise you.”

  “Do not be so foolish, Anne. If you are not careful I shall take away half of your income.”

  “You couldn’t do it,” retorted Anne. “The Parliament has voted me my income … although I know you and William tried to deprive me of it.”

  “And how much do you allow the Marlboroughs?”

  “That is my own affair.”

  “Anne! You forget …”

  “That you are the Queen? I do not. You won’t allow me. You come to talk to me like a sister, you say, and then you are reminding me that you are the Queen. Well, I am the Princess Anne—our father’s daughter no less than you, and the heiress to the throne, for you and William have no children—nor ever will have. So I and my little Glou
cester are entitled to some consideration.”

  Mary interrupted her. “You give the Marlboroughs a thousand a year. That is ridiculous and extravagant. Why should they have this money. Are they not paid for their services … he in the Army and for his Court duties … she for her duties here at the Cockpit? Why these extravagant gifts? Shall I remind you that your income has to come out of the royal purse and if it is so large that you can afford to give rich gifts of one thousand a year—to those who don’t deserve them—then I think it high time your income was reconsidered.”

  “This is monstrous,” cried Anne, wiping her eyes. “To think that you come here … and me in my present state …”

  “I do not mean to upset you, merely to make you see a little good sense.”

  “Which in your opinion is to rid myself of my best friends.”

  “Your friends are the King and myself.”

  “I have yet to see any signs of your friendship.”

  “Oh, you are the most ungrateful wretch!”

  “Should you talk of ingratitude?”

  Anne’s lips were pursed together, for she was remembering the letter she had written to her father. How much happier she had felt since writing that! Mary had asked no forgiveness. How could she, tied as she was to Dutch William? The only way she could repent was to go back to Holland and take her Dutchman with her.

  How much more pleasant for Anne; all she had to do was write her penitent letter and continue to live at the Cockpit with Gloucester nearby and perhaps another little one soon, and dear Sarah her constant companion.

  Her constant companion—that was the point at issue.

  “Sarah shall remain with me,” she said stubbornly. “No one shall take her away from me.”

  The Earl of Marlborough, one of the lords of the bedchamber, arrived at the King’s apartment to perform his duties as usual.

  William, wigless, in bed, was not a handsome sight; but all his attendants were accustomed to that by now.

  The ceremony was never a very pleasant one. Charles II had made of it a very merry occasion, with his quips and jokes and the King’s wit was something worth listening to. James’s rising ceremony had not been amusing, but it had been dignified and there had been conversation, although it was almost always confined to horses and women. William’s was silent and was merely the grim purpose of dressing the King.

  It was Marlborough’s duty to put on William’s shirt. He did this as usual, and if the King looked at him as though he did not exist, that was not unusual.

  The duty over, Marlborough was leaving the apartment when Lord Nottingham approached him.

  “My Lord Marlborough, a word with you.”

  Marlborough and several of the bedchamber people halted to listen, for there was something grave—even ominous—in Nottingham’s tone.

  “The King has asked me to inform you that he has no further use for your services.”

  “What!”

  Nottingham nodded. “All your employments should be sold or disposed of, for neither the King nor the Queen wish to see you at Court.”

  Marlborough was stunned. This could mean discovery. Then why not imprisonment? Dismissal. Banishment. How could he possibly go forward with his schemes if he were forbidden the Court?

  Curious glances were directed toward him. He must pull himself together. He lifted his shoulders, smiled and went quickly on his way.

  There was gossip all through the Court. What is Marlborough’s sin? What a disgrace! To tell him in that way with so many looking on! And after his campaign in Ireland! Why, if Marlborough had not deserted James when he did, William would not have had it so easy.

  It was circulated that he was accused of taking bribes. Well, that was true enough. But if everyone who took bribes was going to be driven from Court there wouldn’t be many left.

  Ah, here was the real reason. He had spread infection in the Army by complaining of the privileges given to the Dutch and denied the English.

  Dutch William did not like that.

  So … that was the end of Marlborough.

  Sarah was stricken between sorrow and rage. That this should happen to her John, to the most brilliant commander in the Army, was unthinkable! If ever she had disliked William and Mary she hated them now. Loathed them! Detested them! And she was determined that they should pay to the full for this.

  She went at once to her husband.

  He took her into his arms and tried to soothe her for he had never seen her in such a state of rage and excitement.

  “My dear, be calm,” he begged.

  “Calm! When you have been insulted … by that monstrosity, that gorilla, that abortion! How dare he!”

  “He has discovered that I am writing to James.”

  “No!”

  “I think so.”

  “He has not said …”

  “No, he is too clever. He knows that if it were said half the country would rise up behind me. They do not want him here.”

  “And a good thing if they did.”

  “No, Sarah. Bring back James … and the Prince of Wales? What are you thinking of?”

  “It would not do, of course.”

  “No. Remember it, my dearest, and be calm.”

  “They want to drive me away too.”

  He nodded. “They will not feel safe while you are at the Cockpit.”

  “But I am staying at the Cockpit.”

  “I fancy they won’t allow it.”

  “We shall see. We shall see.”

  There was nothing for him to do but retire to St. Albans.

  “Not for long,” said Sarah fiercely.

  She went to Anne for comfort and it was one of the rare occasions when Anne saw Sarah weep.

  “My dearest, dearest Mrs. Freeman,” cried Anne, the tears flowing down her plump red cheeks. “I beg of you, do not weep so. You distress me. I cannot bear to see my proud Mrs. Freeman thus.”

  “I think of what he has done. But for him they would not be here. He could have prevented them. He has helped to subdue Ireland; he has fought for them bravely and this is how they reward him. Dismissed the Court! Banished … and all on trumped-up charges!”

  “They must not be allowed to do this,” said Anne ineffectually.

  “They have done it; and what is more they have only just begun. You know what they will do next. They will separate us.”

  Anne was fierce suddenly. “Never!” she cried.

  She threw her arms about Sarah and clung to her.

  Sarah remained quietly at the Cockpit; Marlborough was at St. Albans; and three weeks had passed.

  On February 6th, which was Anne’s birthday, Anne was invited to Kensington Palace to celebrate the occasion.

  “I shall accompany you,” announced Sarah.

  “Of course, dear Mrs. Freeman.”

  “They will not be expecting me. They will think I want to hide myself because of my husband’s so-called disgrace. I will show them that nothing he has ever done makes me ashamed. I am proud of him. I wonder they do not forbid me to go to Court; but they have not done that yet.”

  “They know that I should never go without you,” said Anne.

  “Dear Mrs. Morley. My one comfort in my trouble.”

  “Dearest Mrs. Freeman, what are friends if not to comfort each other in adversity?”

  They left the Cockpit together; and as the Princess’s carriage passed along, the people cheered her; but the surprise of the people was obvious when they saw that Sarah Churchill was accompanying her; the entire city knew of Marlborough’s disgrace and believed that would be an end of his ambitions. Therefore it was odd to see Marlborough’s wife in the Princess’s carriage.

  When they arrived at the Palace even greater surprise greeted them.

  “Was Marlborough’s wife mad?” courtiers whispered to each other. “How could she be received at Court when her husband was in disgrace?”

  Sarah was well aware of the stir she created; she walked a pace or so behind Princess Anne,
her head high, her eyes flashing scorn, through the royal apartments, which even now retained a whiff or two of fresh paint, into the state apartments so lovingly designed by William and watched over by Mary, to where the King and Queen were waiting.

  Anne curtseyed; so did Sarah; and when Mary saw the latter she was almost unable to suppress a gasp of dismay and astonishment.

  Mary drew her sister aside and spoke coolly to her. Sarah she ignored.

  Many would have tried to hide themselves in the throng; not so, Sarah; it was as though she flaunted her presence in the royal apartments, as though she were saying: “You may not want me, but here I am and here I remain.”

  The next day a letter was delivered to the Princess Anne from the Queen.

  I hope you do me the justice to believe it is as much against my will that I now tell you that, after this, it is very unfit that Lady Marlborough should stay with you, since that gives her husband so just a pretence of being where he should not. I think I might have expected you should have spoken to me of it; and the King and I, both believing it, made us stay thus long. But, seeing you so far from it, that you brought Lady Marlborough hither last night, makes us resolve to put it off no longer, but tell you she must not stay, and I have all the reason imaginable to look upon your bringing her here as the strangest thing that ever was done. Nor could all my kindness for you (which is always ready to turn all you do to the best way) at any other time have hindered me from showing you so that moment, but I considered your condition, and that made me master myself so far as not to take notice of it then.… I tell you plainly that Lady Marlborough must not continue with you in the circumstance her lord is.

  Sarah, who was with Anne when she read this letter, snatched it from the Princess and gave vent to her rage.

  “You see how they treat you! Who would believe that you are the heiress to this crown when you are treated like a serving wench!”

  “Sarah, we are not going to be parted.”

  “Until you dismiss me, I would never go,” was Sarah’s rejoinder.

  “Then what can I do?”

  “You can write to her and tell her that you resent her unkindness and have no intention of parting with Lady Marlborough.”