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Diamond Tales: The Stolen Diamonds by Elizabeth St John



Bronze to Diamond in 60 Days

Bronze to Diamond in 60 Days


England is at war –. With itself, Parliament against the Crown, Protestant against Catholic. Charles I desperately needs money to fund his cause –. Only his wife, the Queen, can help…



The Stolen Diamonds

Queen Henrietta and the Three Brethren

by

Elizabeth St.John

The
“Ermine Portrait&rdquo. Of Queen Elizabeth 

wearing the “Three Brethren

An excerpt from “By Love Divided” with a new scene describing the “traitorous actions” of Queen Henrietta and her Lady in Waiting, Anne Villiers.


Chapter 35


The queen was by the parliament voted traitor for many actions, as pawning the crown-jewels in Holland, encouraging the rebellion in Ireland, heading a papistical army in England.

Luce Hutchinson

9th May 1644

Exeter, Devon.

Allen
paced the hall at Bedford House, his footsteps creaking on the warped
floorboards. Dear God, this place was positively ancient. Not exactly Richmond
or Whitehall. Jesu, would those spaniels travel too? And his aunt? He did not
relish seeing her again after her last outburst.

He
paused to once again straighten the moth-eaten embroidered carpet covering the
ancient oak table. If the queen enjoyed her stay, it would be helpful to his
next position. After all, if the war was concluding, the king would need plenty
of good men to advise him when he returned the court to Whitehall.
 A soldier shoved open the door and saluted
Allen. “They are at the gatehouse, sir.”
“Thank
you.” Allen strode to the steps as two carriages and a dozen armed outriders
drove across the green. Interesting. The queen traveled swiftly, no train of
followers to slow her down.
The
second carriage drew up before Allen, and he swept a deep bow. A pair of
crimson French leather riding boots descended the step.
“Your
Majesty,” he said. “I bid you welcome to Exeter.”
“Inside,
and quickly, Sir Allen,” replied a brisk voice. “We do not stand on ceremony
today.”

Allen
straightened and took a pace back. Those eyes, particularly beautiful,
luminous, haunting.

 “Madam . . . Lady Dalkeith . . . Anne . . .”

Anne
Villiers, Lady Dalkeith, 

Countess of Morton

     His
cousin looked beyond him and surveyed the façade of the house, pulling a face.
“My mother stays with the court in Oxford. The king thought it best that I
escort the queen. My mother is still not well.”

She
lifted her hand, and he brushed it with a kiss.
“And now, we must bring the queen inside. I
hope you have arranged a comfortable chamber for her.” Her face expressed
doubt.
Anne turned and opened the carriage door
wider. The queen slowly emerged, clinging to Anne’s hands, tentatively putting
a foot on the step. She was as Allen remembered her from Oxford, yet frailer,
smaller. And dressed in a loose gown with a fur around her, even on this beautiful
spring day. As she alighted, the coat fell open. Queen Henrietta was heavily
pregnant.

Allen’s
eyes met Anne’s. She nodded slightly. This wasn't the visit he’d expected.
Once again, the Villiers were impacting his life.

“We were to stay in Bath. The Earl of
Essex leads the Parliamentarian advance toward the west. We're safer here in
Exeter until after the child is born.&rdquo. Anne was much like her mother. Not one
to mince words. “I shall need a woman to help,&rdquo. She said over her shoulder as
she assisted the queen through the open door. “A local girl, one who's well
connected and versed in child rearing. And fresh milk, honey, soft white bread.
Good wines. And is there no fire? We must've fires lit. The queen feels the
cold most desperately.”

Jesu,
did this woman not know there was a war raging around them? And that Exeter’s
merchants were still for Parliament? Where the hell was he going to obtain
white bread and fine wine?
 

Queen
Henrietta Maria

Anne
helped the queen into the large bed, pulling aside its musty hangings and
smoothing the damp covers. Under her grip, the queen’s thin arm trembled. Anne
quickly enfolded her mistress in the beaver skin fur, the dark cloak swamping
her small frame until just her pale face glowed in the shadows.
Jesu,
this life of running brought discomfort at every turn. And the queen’s advanced
pregnancy added an additional burden. God knows what would happen if she died
in childbirth. The king would be a broken man without her. And the cause would
be lost.
 “We are safe here?” Queen Henrietta’s husky
voice broke through her thoughts. “Lady Dalkeith, you are sure of the loyalty
of your cousin?”
Anne
nodded. “Sir Allen was one of my brother’s closest friends. He will guard you
well, your Majesty.”
The
queen sank back into the pillows, her eyelashes dark on her pale cheeks. “My
baby will be born here. And then I leave for France.”
Tucking
the fur closer around her small frame, Anne curtsied. “We shall travel after
you are churched.”
“I
will not wait forty days,” replied the queen. “There is no time for ceremony.
We are at war. I must return to France and raise more funds.”
So,
this is how it was. Even this Catholic queen would sacrifice her soul for her
husband’s safety.
“Majesty,
it will be difficult to travel with such a small child.”
 “I leave her with you.”
The
room darkened around Anne as the queen’s words sank in.
 “You would leave your newborn babe behind,
while you travel to trade with the Flemish bankers?”
“It
is a choice no woman should have to make. But my mind is clear. The creature
will only slow my journey. It will be safer here with you, Lady Dalkeith.”
The
queen gestured to Anne to come closer to her. In the dark chamber, her eyes
glowed with a fierceness of spirit that belied her fragile body.
“Bring
me the petite chest, with the mother of pearl inlay. The one that lays hidden
within our clothes press.”
Anne
turned to the trunk that had been brought to their room by Allen’s guards. She
opened the iron-banded curved lid and carefully put aside the crimson silk
dress and petticoats that lay within. Her hands touched the smooth surface of a
small box. Pulling it from beneath the court gowns, she placed it on the fur
next to the queen. Taking a taper from the fireside, Anne lit several candles
around the bed, and in the golden light that filled the chamber, the queen’s
expression was fey, otherworldly.
Queen
Henrietta pulled a small key on a ribbon from her bodice, and unlocked the
chest. Raising the lid, she looked up at Anne, a small smile curling her lips.
 “Come, Anne, come and see what else I carry. A
child may travel within me…but the fate of my husband accompanies us too.”
She
dipped her hands into the velvet-lined chest and pulled forth a jewel such as
Anne had never seen in her life. Flattening her palms to cradle the object,
Queen Henrietta tilted the piece this way and that to catch the flickering
candlelight.
Anne
gasped. A huge diamond, curiously cut in the form of a pyramid, lay at the
center of an intricately worked pendant. Surrounding it were three enormous
square-cut rose-colored balas rubies, and between them lay three black pearls,
gleaming in the golden light. More diamonds surrounded the central pyramid.
 “The Three Brethren,” said the queen
triumphantly. “They have been with me for the past two years. The first time I
went to raise foreign funds, the moneylenders would not touch them.” She
stroked the jewel, possessively. “Now I have a Flemish merchant ready to buy
it.”
“But
is this not Queen Elizabeth’s jewel?” asked Anne. “I recall the painting in
White Hall where she wears it. They say it was one of her favorite pieces. And
surely this belongs to the royal collection.”
Queen
Henrietta shrugged.
“Maybe
so. But now it is mine. And I choose to save my husband’s life by selling it.”
She placed the jewel back in the box and slammed shut the lid. “Our army needs
resources, supplies, weapons. And I am in the best position to raise funds. I
can travel to the Flemish money lenders while my husband stays to fight.”
“And
you leave after your baby is born?”
“As
soon as I can ride.” The queen looked up at Anne sharply. “Do you question my
decision?”
Anne
shook her head. There was no right answer here.
“Good.
You will care for my newborn, and make sure the child is christened and then
taken to safety.” She locked the case and stuffed the key back inside her gown.
“I will take her Three Brothers and save her father’s life.”
Laughing
at her own joke, Queen Henrietta lay back on the bolster. Anne watched as her
eyes gradually closed and her breathing became steady.

But
for her, there was no sleep. In this time of war, she alone was responsible for
the king’s youngest child. And in these uncertain times, who knew if either of
them would live or die.

The Three Brethren Jewel
(detail from the ‘Ermine Portrait’)

Note:
After
arriving in Exeter, where Sir Allen Apsley was Governor, Queen Henrietta Maria
gave birth to a daughter, Henriette on the 16th of June, 1644. Less than a
month later, she left for Paris, leaving her newborn daughter in the care of
Allen’s cousin. Anne Villiers, Lady Dalkeith, The queen took with her jewels
and other precious items to sell, including the famed “Three Brethren”. The
jewel, which is shown in the Ermine Portrait of Queen Elizabeth, was described as
containing “pyramidal diamond; 3 balas rubies; 4 pearls with the addition of a
table cut diamond of 30 carats and two pointed diamonds. The Queen was able to
raise 104,000 guilders on the sale of the jewel, which was considerably less
than its value.

The
jewel was subsequently lost or broken apart, and its whereabouts became
unknown. The queen never saw her husband again; her daughter, Henriette, was
eventually smuggled to France by Anne Villers to be reunited with her mother
and brothers in the exiled court.

©
Elizabeth St John



About Elizabeth and The Lady in the Tower


Elizabeth St.John was brought up in England and lives in California. To inform her writing, she has tracked down family papers and residences from Nottingham Castle, Lydiard Park, and Castle Fonmon to the Tower of London. Although the family sold a few castles and country homes along the way (it’s hard to keep a good castle going these days), Elizabeth’s family still occupy them – in the form of portraits, memoirs, and gardens that carry their imprint. And the occasional ghost. But that’s a different story…


By Love Divided, Elizabeth’s sequel to her debut best-seller, The Lady of the Tower, continues the family saga and follows the fortunes of the St.John family during the English Civil War.



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