âThough I be forgot in England, shall I never forget England. It
had been but a small matter ⊠to have spent a little paper and ink
Queen Margaret to the English diplomat Ralph Sadler, 1540
In these bitter words, Margaret Tudor summed up the resentment and rivalry between herself and her brother, Henry VIII, which had characterized their relationship since he was eleven and she thirteen years old. He had used her occasionally, when he believed she could be of help, grudgingly and without ever really acknowledging her place in the politics of the British Isles. The Queen of Scots was not impressed by Sadlerâs opening gambit, that Henry had given him âspecial charge to visit and see her and also to know how she was used and how all things went thereâ.Âč Margaret had, though, never given up on him, despite his careless, sometimes insulting, treatment and infuriating support for her hated second husband, the earl of Angus. If she had hoped, during the period between the death of Queen Jane Seymour in 1537 and his fourth marriage, to Anne of Cleves in 1540, that Henry might mellow towards her, by the time of her conversation with Ralph Sadler she was thoroughly disabused. And perhaps a part of her recognized that, however hurtful her brotherâs neglect was, the quest for a suitable spouse could be all-consuming for a king. Certainly, her own son had not wasted any time looking for a new bride after the death of the delicate Queen Madeleine.
James viewed his wifeâs demise as a setback rather than a tragedy. Their relationship was once viewed as a romantic love-match, the final scene of which was played out with the young queen dying in her husbandâs arms. This makes great historical fiction but has no basis in fact. There was, of course, official mourning and Sir David Lyndsay of the Mount wrote a poem of twenty-nine verses lamenting Madeleineâs untimely death.
Oh death! Though thou the body may devour
Of every man, yet have thee no puissance
Of their virtue for to destroy the glory:
As shall be seen of Magdalene of France,
Somewhile our queen, whom poets shall praise
And put her in perpetual memory:
So shall her fame of thee have victory.ÂČ
Perpetual memory has not, alas, given Madeleine the victory. Her very brief time as Queen of Scots is almost forgotten now.
Jamesâs immediate reaction was one of spiteful cruelty rather than personal sorrow, at least as regards the terrible fate of another woman. Convinced that he must demonstrate to Francis I that he was firmly in control in Scotland before he approached the French king to find a replacement for Madeleine, he executed one of the leading Scottish nobles, Sir James Hamilton of Finnart, the bastard son of the first earl of Arran, whose loyalty he had long doubted. Yet this was not enough for a man whose memory stretched back to the bitter restrictions imposed on him by the Douglas family. His resentment led to the most vicious act of his life in the death sentence by burning which he imposed on Janet Doune of Glamis, the sister of Angus. Lady Glamis, who had stayed in Scotland when her brothers went into exile, was a convenient target for all of Jamesâs simmering hatred. She was accused of treason on the trumped-up charge of attempting to poison the king. James refused to commute her sentence and she went to the stake on Castle Hill in Edinburgh on 17 July 1537. Jamesâs ruthlessness reminds us that he was half a Tudor, a fact that is often overlooked. Margaretâs thoughts on her erstwhile sister-in-lawâs fate are unknown.
Yet despite the chagrin that Margaret could not refrain from demonstrating to Sadler, there was, in these closing years of her life, recompense. She was often at court and acknowledged that âshe was well treated and made much ofâ. She also spoke highly, Sadler reported, âof the new queenâ and, he added dismissively, âwith such other things of light importanceâ.Âł Her comforts and treatment at court were not of light importance to Margaret and neither, indeed, was the new queen, Mary of Guise.
The eldest daughter of a family whose power and influence with the French crown was growing, Mary was the widowed wife of the duke of Longueville, with whom she had two sons. Despite the unpopularity of her family with the French princes of the blood â that extended family of cousins and more distant relatives that provided an almost unending prospect of heirs for the French monarchy â it was undeniable that the Guises were on the rise. No one questioned their ambition but many were doubtful of their loyalty to France. Their estates in eastern France had once been part of the Holy Roman Empire and it suited their enemies to portray them as Germanic upstarts, more Habsburg than French. The Guise were thick-skinned and determined to succeed. Disapprobation only made them stronger.
Maryâs marriage to Longueville seems to have been happy. She lived mostly at her husbandâs castle in the town of ChĂąteaudun, north-west of OrlĂ©ans, on the River Loir.⎠But in the early summer of 1537 the duke was taken ill while visiting his estates in western France and died unexpectedly. His wife gave birth to a posthumous son two months later, but the child died before Christmas. It was while she was recovering from this double loss that Mary learned that her marriage to James V had been negotiated without her knowledge and that Francis I would brook no opposition. As a female member of the aristocracy, Mary knew that her future lay in the hands of others. It was, though, still a shock. While struggling to find the dowry that James V demanded, Francis I had also to fend off the interest of none other than Henry VIII himself, who had heard good reports of Mary of Guiseâs appearance and wit. The duchess had cause subsequently to be thankful that the king of France, not wanting to raise a Guise to be queen consort of England, rebuffed Henryâs enquiries into her availability.
Eventually, after the protracted financial arrangements were concluded, Mary set sail for Scotland with her sister Louise and father, Claude, having taken a tearful farewell of her surviving son, Francis, the new duke of Longueville. She feared she might never see him again but had the satisfaction of knowing that he would be brought up by her own mother on the Guises estates on the banks of the River Marne. It had been a happy childhood and she hoped his would be the same. Mary set sail from Le Havre and landed at Crail, on the coast of Fife, six days later, on 16 June 1538. There, at Balcomie Castle, James V and the leading noblemen of Scotland waited to greet her. The welcome was warm: âThe whole lords, both spiritual and temporal, many barons, lairds and gentlemen ⊠received the Queenâs grace with great honours and merriness, with great triumph and blitheness.ââ” These sentiments may not have been entirely shared by Mary herself, but she was gracious enough to conceal any misgivings. After her marriage to James at the cathedral of St Andrews, Mary went on the traditional tour of her Scottish lands, as her mother-in-law, the dowager Queen Margaret, had done thirty-five years earlier.
The marriage between James V and his second wife was not one of great passion. She was handsome rather than beautiful but dignified and with presence. Though not raised to be a queen, she knew how to act like one. Like Margaret with James IV, Mary would soon have discovered, if she had not already been apprised of the fact before leaving France, that her husband had a sizeable family of children by various women. The king may not have given up his womanizing after their marriage, though there is no evidence that he had further illegitimate children. Like Margaret, Mary was required to tolerate his dalliances and turn a blind eye. In fact, the two women had more in common than either might have supposed on first meeting. They both loved Linlithgow Palace and understood the need to be visible to the Scottish people. They were conscious of the importance of appearance, of the impression of majesty that was created by a splendid wardrobe and jewels. Both found that marriage cast them adrift in a foreign land and if this might have been harder initially for the thirteen-year-old Margaret than the twenty-three-year-old Mary, Margaret had not left behind a young child and the memory of a husband she had loved. In fact, the two women got on well and Margaret was grateful for her daughter-in-lawâs company and support. She was happy to play the role of queen mother. And in the spring of 1541 Margaret was able, in some part, to repay Mary when tragedy struck the Scottish royal couple.
Mary of Guise had given James V two sons, Prince James and Prince Robert, one born at St Andrews, the other at Stirling. The queen had recovered well from both births and the security of two male heirs was something that Henry VIII, whose fourth and fifth marriages were to prove so disastrous, could not match. Yet if Queen Margaret, godmother to the
elder son, took pleasure in this realization she knew better than to crow over it to her brother. Then, in May 1541, there came to London tragic news from Scotland. Both boys had died within days of each other and James and Mary were beside themselves with grief. Prince James had been not quite a year old and the details of his luxurious garments and the furnishings of his bedchamber are hauntingly reminiscent of those supplied to Margaretâs long-dead first son, another Prince James, who had succumbed at very nearly the same age. The children were buried together at the Abbey of Holyroodhouse, leaving their parents reeling. âThe death of both the King of Scotsâ sons ⊠doth much perplex the said king and divers other nobles and councillors thereâ, wrote an English visitor to the Scottish court.â¶ Even allowing for a change of emphasis over the centuries, this was something of an understatement.
Margaret wrote to her brother with the sad news, explaining how she was trying to support her son and daughter-in-law in their distress. âIt has beenâ, she said, âgreat displeasure for the death of the Prince and his brother and she was constantly with the king and queen to give them comfort. The letter is also interesting for the light it throws on her continued correspondence with Henry VIII. It indicates that Henry had been writing to her after her outburst to Ralph Sadler and that she was still not entirely happy about her situation. Whether this was in respect of her finances, her marital problems with Henry Stewart or her desire to see England again is not clear, but she did ask Henry not to raise anything with her son without first discussing matters with her. She was afraid a direct approach might do together for many years. And it was here, in the peaceful countryside of central Scotland, that Margaret Tudor fell ill, in mid-October, a month short of her fifty-second birthday. There is no indication that there were concerns about her health until she suffered a stroke. At first, her illness, described as âa palsyâ, did not seem too serious and so she did not send immediately for James V. But her condition deteriorated rapidly and the king, who was at Falkland Palace in Fife, could not get to his mother in time.
On her deathbed, Margaret, perhaps confused by the effects of her illness, asked her confessor to convey to her son a plea that he show mercy to the earl of Angus and that Margaret Douglas, her daughter, might have her goods. The queen noted poignantly of young Margaret that âshe never had nothing of her beforeâ. James ignored both these requests, though he took care to lock up what possessions his mother had in the castle. Among the items that had long since left Queen Margaretâs possession was the beautiful Book of Hours that James IV had commissioned for their wedding. It would appear that in the year after Flodden, Margaret gave this to her sister, Mary, perhaps on the occasion of her own marriage to Louis XII of France. It appears still to have been in England in 1538, by which time all references to the pope had been erased from it. How it subsequently found its way into the hands of the Holy Roman Emperor Leopold in the mid-seventeenth century is not known. A keen bibliophile, Leopold noted in the flyleaf that it had once belonged to James IV and his consort, Margaret. From his private library it passed into the Imperial Library in Vienna and can still be seen there.
This and so much of the sumptuous lifestyle Margaret had known as James IVâs consort was now long gone. The Berwick Herald, Henry Ray, sent by Henry VIII to discover whether this sister had left a written will (she had not), noted somewhat disparagingly at the end of his report that Queen Margaret had left as âready moneyâ only 2,500 Scottish marks, about ÂŁ337,000 today. He clearly did not consider this a princely sum.âž
It used to be thought that Margaretâs funeral was an understated affair, but though there is no surviving evidence of how the queenâs funeral was paid for, it is clear that James V and Mary of Guise, scarcely recovered from the deaths of their sons, did observe all the proprieties of royal mourning. James may have appointed his companion and servant, John Tennent, to be in charge of the funeral arrangements. Tennent had been in the kingâs service since at least 1529 and had accompanied James V to France in 1536. As well as being a close confidant, Tennent would have been well placed, as pursemaster and master of the wardrobe, to organize a fitting funeral for Margaret. Both of his roles gave him access to the initial sums of money that would have been needed for the funeral trappings, the coffin and hangings. Suppliers of such goods could well have provided them on the promise of eventual payment. The Stewarts, like the Tudors, seldom settled outstanding bills quickly. It may also be that James was able
to recover his motherâs âunready moneyâ, her past and due rents, from her feudal tenants more quickly than the cash-strapped Margaret had ever done. James now had more motive to do so than he had exhibited in the queenâs lifetime and while Margaretâs tenants and husbands had been brazen in their disregard for what was rightfully owed to her, ignoring the demands of a king would have been a different matter.
The exact date of Margaretâs funeral is not known. but it must have been to recover his motherâs âunready moneyâ, her past and due rents, from her feudal tenants more quickly than the cash-strapped Margaret had ever done. James now had more motive to do so than he had exhibited in the queenâs lifetime and while Margaretâs tenants and husbands had been brazen in their disregard for what was rightfully owed to her, ignoring the demands of a king would have been a different matter.
The exact date of Margaretâs funeral is not known, but it must have been in early November 1541 because invitations to the queenâs âtyrementâ were sent on 1 November and to local lairds in the Perth area on 5 November. The ladies of the royal household came from Falkland, dressed in black cloaks made by Thomas Hannay, who had trained with the kingâs tailor, Thomas Arthur. Mourning certainly continued in Holyrood into December, when the chapel there was draped with black cloth for what may have been a second, more formal type of state funeral.âč The king and queen continued to wear black mourning clothing until at least Christmas. Mary of Guise and her ladies were also provided with black harnesses and riding equipment, which suggests that they may have taken part in Margaretâs funeral procession. Pieced together, the surviving evidence, even if indirect, strongly indicates that the rituals surrounding the queenâs death were properly observed and that James V did, indeed, honour his mother appropriately as a Queen of Scots and the daughter of a king in her death. Given Margaretâs lifelong concern with the importance of display and ceremony it was surely what she would have wished.
The English court does not appear to have observed any mourning for Margaretâs death. Berwick Heraldâs letter, though undated, indicates that he was sent into Scotland by Henry VIII before the end of October. A period of a week to ten days would have been ample time for the news to reach Henry VIII, then returning from his progress to the north of England with Queen Catherine Howard, his fifth wife. Henryâs temper, already affected by ill health, had not been improved by waiting around in York for a meeting with James V that never took place. Anglo-Scottish relations, enflamed by continued border raiding and religious tensions, were worsening rapidly, and shortly after Henry got back to London he was completely thrown by the revelation, made by a nervous Archbishop Cranmer, that his young wife had a very murky past and had been unfaithful to him. Deeply disturbed, Henry was far too preoccupied to give any consideration to a proper commemoration of his sisterâs death. They had been rivals in life. Her death
prompted a mercenary interest in her financial affairs, but nothing more. Henry had, as historian Gareth Russell noted, ordered eleven days of mourning for Queen Isabella of Spain, a woman he never met, when she died in 1538. âFor the sister he had exploited and ignored, who had been the daughter, niece and granddaughter of kings of England, the English court cannot have expressed anything but the most perfunctory mourning.âÂčâ°
Margaret Tudor was buried in St Johnâs Abbey in Perth, to lie among other Scottish monarchs. Her rest did not last long. The abbey was desecrated by Calvinists only twenty years after her death and Margaretâs skeleton removed from her coffin and burned. Her ashes were contemptuously scattered around as if they were so much sawdust. So, like her first husband, James IV, Margaret has no resting place and no monument. A pathetic, disturbing end for the young Tudor princess who arrived in Scotland in such magnificence. But time would give her a greater prize.