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Mary, Queen of Scots by Tim Vicary

Maria Stewart, the nee Queen of Scotland, experienced many events in her life. Each of them directly affected lives of her citizens and the whole country. Maria Stuart had been the queen of Scotland since infancy. Being the wife of Francis II, she ruled France for one year. She also claimed the English throne. The daughter of King James and the French princess, Maria, barely born, lost her father. She remained the only heiress of the monarch. The closest relative of Maria James Hamilton became the regent of the country. Later he insisted on the marriage between the young queen and Edward, the son of King Henry VIII of England. Maria Stuart went through many ordeals. She faced political intrigues. She also met her love. You can read her last letter. It tells how this fragile but strong woman coped with everything. The queen wrote this letter to her son for him to learn the truth about his mother.

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Mary, Queen of Scots by Tim Vicary

My name is Bess Curle, but this is not my story. It is the story of my lady Mary, Queen of Scots. She wrote the story, and then she gave it to me. I am going to give it to her son.

She began the story a week ago. It was January 1587, and we sat here in our cold room in Fotheringhay Castle, in the north of England. We couldn’t see much from the window. One or two houses, a river, some trees, some horses, and a road. That’s all.

The road goes to London, the home of Queen Elizabeth of England. Mary sat with her little dog in her hands and watched it, all day long.

No one came along the road. Nothing happened. I watched Mary, unhappily.

Mary, Queen of Scots by Tim Vicary

‘Please, Your Majesty, come away from that window,’I said.’ It doesn’t help. No one is going to come. Queen Elizabeth can’t do it – Queens don’t kill Queens.’

‘Don’t they, Bess?’ Mary said. ‘Then why are we here, in this prison? Why am I not free?’

‘Why, Your Majesty? Because Queen Elizabeth is afraid of you.’

‘That’s right,’ Mary said. ‘She’s afraid of me, and she hates me too. She hates me because I am beautiful, and she is not; because I had three husbands, and she never married. And because many people – good Catnolic people in England, France, Scotland, Spain – say that I, Mary, am the true Queen of England, not Elizabeth. And Elizabeth has no children, so, when she is dead, my son James…’

She came away from the window and stood in front of me.

‘James,’ she said quietly, ‘my son. Does he think about me sometimes? He was only ten months old when I last saw him. It is nearly twenty years…’

‘Of course he thinks about you, Your Majesty, ‘I said. ‘You write to him often. How can he forget his mother?’

‘Then why doesn’t he write to me?’ Mary asked. ‘Does he want me to say here in an English prison?’

‘No, of course not, Your Majesty. But – he has a lot of work, Your Majesty. He is the King of Scotland, and…’

‘He is not the King of Scotland, Bess, ‘she said. ‘Not be- fore I am dead. Remember that.’…

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