| How our royal continental visitor almost start a war.
Here is a little French Tarzan wanna be. Then the Prince and soon to be the King of France Louis XIII, the Just.
I looked up once and he had the reins and a whip (from a carriage) hanging from high beams above the stairs (left). The beams were at staggered heights starting at the top where the first one was about three floors up.
He was going to swing from one 'rope' to another and then another, etc on down to the floor like he had seen acrobats do.
There was no way he could ever make it from even the first to the second one and he would have been 30 feet over the floor when he failed to change 'ropes'.
The future King of France was about ten seconds from jumping to his death in my home when I screamed to him 'cesse'.
He was supposed to be in France but since he was the prince he got to do what he wanted. He liked to visit his auntie in England so his father would occasionally secretly sent him to Hatfield. France would have had to have accused us of kidnapping and killing him. Then they would have declared war. They might have said the Danish did it and start a war with them instead.
His three protectors had been off gambling with my kitchen staff. There were a few changes made after this incident.
It's not every day that you look up in your home to see the future King of France about to plunge to his death. It's still quite overwhelming.
Also, his sister, Henrietta Maria of France (right) literally spent several years at Hatfield House while she was a child. Just about everyone who has ruled England (the U.K.) since then was one of her decendants right on down to the present queen.
She wore a crown with more ease than just about anyone I ever knew. She was also at just as much ease without it. (She was a very responsible person.)
was a secret passage behind this fireplace. From there conversations
around the fireplace could be listened in on and lips could be read.
Once members of a suspect group were invited to our house and we
overheard them plotting to kidnap King James. The kidnapping was
I recall that we only used these on the average of about once a year and they just gathered spider webs usually. Normally it was a betrayal of trust to use them unless it involved treason. We designed Hatfield House not too after the Gunpowder Plot when we were desperate to build similar listening posts into a pre existing house so that we could gather evidence. We did not know whether or not we would need another house like that one one so we included the hidden passages. You can read a bit about the house we set up with hidden recesses for scribes to hide in and take notes from during the gunpowder plot here.
(Also a ceiling in one of the rooms had listening holes. It was near what is now the winter dining room.)
I read Robert Cecil's bio and a few things are in error. One attempts to establish Robert's corruption based on the fact that he could not have afforded to build Hatfield house. He had lots of money. It was old money and it was his and mine. His was inherited from his father on up to his great grandfather who was made the Lord Treasurer of England 150 years earlier. He was made Lord Treasurer simply because he had made so much money that it was felt he did not need any more. Since he had shown impeccable honesty in obtaining his fortune and it was known that he could handle large amounts of money without being corrupted England gave him the job. That is all there was too it. By the time the money got down to him he was one of the richest men in England. That's where some of the money came from.
Also, I was one of the most wealthy self made women in England. As a chamber lady to the queen I had ample opportunities to make money through investments.
Also, the trade of Theobalds to King James for Hatfield was an uneven trade which also involved the king paying us for the difference in it's value. That reminds me, they never paid it all off. I think the Stuart family or else the crown still owes us 15,000 crowns, of which 12,800 was mine and the rest the Cecils. Compounded at 4% annual that a pretty healthy sum that would buy most of England.
I saw King James as my protector but different than most protectors. As long as he was king they could not make me queen. I was right up there in line for the throne but it was a poorly kept secret. There was my brother and about two other Stuarts (other than James) that were ahead of me. After my brother was murdered I may have been the next one in line. If James really messed up like with personal finances then some of Parliament would have used the Magna Carta's provisions for distraint to get rid of him. Essentially I think that is where they foreclose on everything the King owns and that forces him to abdicate. Once that starts everyone flees the king and soon it is the end. They would have jumped right over the two Stuarts and put me in that hot seat. I considered our loan a good loan that would have the side benefit of making certain that the leaders of England would leave me and my family alone.
Theobald was a huge house in tip top shape and on prime real estate. Hatfield was an old hunting lodge/castle. Half of it was so run down and in ruins that it had to be torn down before it fell on top of us. We did not have holes in the walls that mice got in, we had hole that entire packs of dogs got in! It took two weeks to find just those holes. There were three of them. We would close one up and think it was sealed then four days later hear one of the children screaming and find him backed into the corner with a wild dog growling at him with hungry eyes. Then two days later a dog bit my daughter in her room so we looked for and found another hole. There was one old man and his wife who were 'ruining' it all when we first got to Hatfield and he laughed about the dogs getting in. He and his wife resented us for intruding on his life of decay.
On the other hand Theobald had a staff of five that were the best there were and they stayed with the estate. Then there was the trip into London which took twice as long in a carriage than from Theobald but if the weather turned bad the road became so impassable that you had to stayed where you were for a week. Theobald had a main highway to London pretty close to the gate. That main highway is now the A1 and was the major Roman Highway north from London. Theobald was worth at least three times as much as Hatfield and that is where the rest of the money came from (though the debt has not all been paid off).
Hatfield House didn't cost very much to build. We took a wall down in that huge old building whenever we needed more bricks and we had the best timber in the world in our own back yard. That was almost all of the materials that were needed and for almost everything else we traded bricks. Bricks were as good as coinage and I do recall that I used them to barter for eggs at the rate of 1 brick for 2 eggs. A hare went for 4 bricks and chickens for 12. Robert had this deal going to let men live on the land in exchange for working on the house so the labor did not cost us anything at all. They had to work 40 days a year but only after their own needs were taken care of such as harvesting the crops they planted for personal consumption, which they kept. That works out to be about 10% of a years work to pay for the rent of a home and a field. That is a lot less than you have to work just to pay your rent or mortgage I'll bet. Oh, and his wife (or else a daughter/niece/cousin/etc) had to be available to assist at 4 functions a year but we couldn't keep them away. The 4 functions were fun and they got to meet a lot of nice people including eligible bachelors. It was like working at Disney World.
We did bring in from London a team of professional brick masons to do the brickwork. They would stay for a week and go home to their families with...and you probably guessed it, bricks which we paid them with. London was in a building boom and it needed all the bricks they could get and these masons knew where to sell them. I think about 80 bricks was the same as a weeks wages so we paid the men with about 120 bricks.
We had lots of bricks from that old palace and I think I noticed in a photograph of the 'ruins' of the old palace that there were still a lot of them around loose. I'll try to find it. I still take a mental note of how many there were like I used to (and like you would of the money you have in your pockets).
We weren't wealthy because of greed but due to conservative fiscal policies that never left anyone short-changed. It was the Cecil way which stayed continuous throughout his family's history. Because of our fairness half of those in power in England and many in Europe (those who were not freebooters, thieves or con artists) wanted to invest with us. We just had more good opportunities to invest than most people do. We took on as many good investments as we could do justice. That gave us even more opportunities and most important, better opportunities.
Hey, we were not building contractors, we had lives. Robert was the Secretary of State and we didn't need the headaches of having to build our own house! Besides that we were the worlds most unlikely pair of house builders. Robert wanted to learn to do some carpentry when he was a child but they took a saw right out of his hands because they thought he would cut himself and die or something. He was sickly but I don't know how that meant he would die from sawing wood. It was that his parents were always worried about his health so they quickly became overly protective about everything.
Neither one of us had ever built any thing in our life. However, everything we did, we did right and nobody can argue about how the Hatfield House turned out,
And as far as having such a debt when my husband died that 'a large portion of his estate had to be sold in order to recover this' that is bull. There was simply too much land for an aging widow to handle and trade was opening up to Asia. Beside importing jewels to sell to European Royalty I also built textile factories in India that hired mainly untouchable women at great wages. These women were literally dying of starvation by the millions. They could not believe their luck. The other castes would put them to work and just give them food while they worked and that was all. They felt no responsibility towards them so they were less than slaves. Nobody cared if they starved to death but a slave owner would at least care because if a slave died he lost money.
We then did an unheard of thing, we opened what is now called a day care center for their children. Those factories all made for far better investments than land which was laying fallow while it was waiting for me to be buried in it. However, that particular money was invested for my son and I never took a penny of it. All of it went to my young son. I think after about 4 years I bought back that 'large portion of his estate' with profits from the orient.
I'll tell you this, I was very wealthy when I married Robert. I think I was about the twentieth richest woman (and the third richest self made woman) in England but I only had about 1/10 the amount Robert did.
A queens chambermaid got the best business tips of anyone earth other than the queen and I was one of those for over 20 years. Not at first though. I thought it might be a conflict of interest and I was going broke just trying to keep up with her changing clothing styles. I was even making my own dresses and still going broke.
After 4 years she took me aside and told me how she could make more money if she was in my position than as the queen. As the queen she could only invest in 1 out of 3 offers she got because the other two were conflicts of interest for her (but would not be for me). She not only had to stay above board but she had to be certain of everyone involved. Not a single one of the investments she made could 'ever stink' even a little or else war might be the outcome whereas I could stand quite a bit of stink and nobody would care. There were lots of issues like hidden Catholic involvement since many people in England were secretly Catholic, etc. They could just expose themselves as being Catholic and she would lose support in Parliament. Or her enemies would expose those same Catholics and she would lose support. Or the Catholic Church would expose them even when it meant the person death (and the Catholic church did expose their own dozens of times for the 'greater glory to God') just to undo her support in Parliament.
Even a voyage she had invested in where a cannon got fired accidentally at the wrong ship could thrust England into a war.*
There were lots of issues that prevented her from investing in the majority of enterprises. The enterprises were completely legal and most just needed money that she could not provide (openly). She hated to see men walk away, for example, because their uncle was a Catholic in France so the queen asked me if I could take up the slack and invest in them for both the future security of the country as well as my own future. She was over 50 which was very old back then and was worried about my future as a pauper, so from then on I obeyed my queen's suggestion as much as I could.
I got rich really quickly after that by investments that averaged returns of 10 fold in 1 to 2 years. That was typical. Queen Elizabeth made 47,000 crowns from a 1,000 crown investment in Francis Drakes around the world expedition.
The Queen was astounded by the tremendous quantity of silver, gold and jewels Drake had taken from the Spanish. Because she had personally invested 1,000 crowns in the venture, she received 47,000 crowns in return. This was enough money to pay off England’s foreign debt as well cover future expenses of the country for several years. Here
Most investments involved trade in far away lands. The captains would come to get a charter or a license from the queen and I'd be right there watching and listening to why their expedition was such a great deal, the whole time my long purse, a kind of money belt, was under my dress. It was filled with up to 10 pounds of coins and I mean 4.4 kilograms of gold disc's. Sometimes, like when Sir Frances Drake had an appointment it was so heavy that it made me waddle. Every two weeks on the average I'd hear of a great deal while standing next to the queen and then meet the man or men in the hall outside the court afterwards. In two minutes of negotiation I would make another investment and that went on for about 18 years.
Most of my money I made from these investments I actually gave away. Literally over half of what I made. Strangely I kept to a policy of never telling anyone about my charity/welfare contributions and I still have a problem with saying anything about them. (Maybe I have said enough already.)
The most beneficial of my charities were interrelated. It involved orphanages and training nurses. Medicine seem to have fallen into a big crack without the Catholic Church. They had operated nearly all the hospitals. The decrease in nuns, I guess, caused a huge lack of nurses. Those nurse/nuns that had come from the Catholic Church were so superstitious that they would not treat Jews and even dark Welsh men. They often thought that only curses caused the plague and that about every third unmarried mother had immaculately conceived because that is what the women had told the nurses. That was fair since the nurses were forbidden by the church rules to tell the young women how babies came about.
For example the training of nurses was well in need of reform so I paid for the non religious training of close to 4,000 nurses in one period of about 6 years. Nobody ever knew who had paid that bill.
There were a lot of great hearted women without money that came to Queen Elizabeth to ask her to pay for an orphanage. The plague caused the inadvertent starvation death of many thousands of innocent orphaned children when their parents died. I built about seven orphanages for these women who could then support it themselves.
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