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Speaking Tudor - Simon
(Author's note: sorry for being MIA last week. Being a brand new Grandma took precedence!)
Simon Maldon, Guest in 2010 from 1537
I told a bit last week about my adventure with Her Highness, the princess Elizabeth Tudor. Now I will tell you about her, at least what I know.
The princess has been ignored by her father the king for most of her life, and I believe this pains her greatly. She admires him above all others, and his distaste for her, although understandable under the circumstances, is as bitter as gall.
His Majesty sees in Elizabeth the woman he once loved, the one he saw accused of the worst of crimes: witchcraft, incest, and wantonness. I know not what Henry really thought of Anne Boleyn, but to those who say Elizabeth is not his daughter I would say, "His Majesty knows she is."
I saw them together once, and it was obvious to me that each recognizes the other, not only as blood but as kindred spirits as well. Henry knows Elizabeth is his child; it is only that he wanted -- no, needed -- a son so badly that he rejected her mother, and her as well.
Although I do not claim to know what is in the mind of the king, I thought I saw in him a wish that he had not taken the path he did, for seeing Elizabeth grown, he must have known that she, of all his children, was the one most capable of ruling, the one with both the courage and the acumen needed to head the nation and lead it to prosperity.
Simon Maldon, Guest in 2010 from 1537
I told a bit last week about my adventure with Her Highness, the princess Elizabeth Tudor. Now I will tell you about her, at least what I know.
The princess has been ignored by her father the king for most of her life, and I believe this pains her greatly. She admires him above all others, and his distaste for her, although understandable under the circumstances, is as bitter as gall.
His Majesty sees in Elizabeth the woman he once loved, the one he saw accused of the worst of crimes: witchcraft, incest, and wantonness. I know not what Henry really thought of Anne Boleyn, but to those who say Elizabeth is not his daughter I would say, "His Majesty knows she is."
I saw them together once, and it was obvious to me that each recognizes the other, not only as blood but as kindred spirits as well. Henry knows Elizabeth is his child; it is only that he wanted -- no, needed -- a son so badly that he rejected her mother, and her as well.
Although I do not claim to know what is in the mind of the king, I thought I saw in him a wish that he had not taken the path he did, for seeing Elizabeth grown, he must have known that she, of all his children, was the one most capable of ruling, the one with both the courage and the acumen needed to head the nation and lead it to prosperity.
