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Chapter 46. The Queen of the North and The Lady of the Rhine (spring and autumn 1507)
The winds from the North Sea blew hard and cold that April evening, even reaching into Bruges. The windows rattled in the ducal Palace and made the candles flicker across Margaretha’s chambers. The sound pulled the young woman sitting in an armchair near the fireplace out of her thoughts.
“Greetje, are you not nervous for the journey?” Magdalena asked, pacing in front of the fire, amber skirts swishing with every step. Her long golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, falling to the small of her back in a waterfall of gilded tresses. With the gown and cream skin, her sister shimmered and gleamed, reflecting the light of the fire like a divine icon spreading a halo.
Margaretha put her book down, the tome of
Gesta Danorum with its pages worn from the years of reading.
“Lena, it is a short trip traveling by the sea. Unless a storm reaches down between Amsterdam and Copenhagen, the worst that will happen is wet clothes. Our ships are quite steady and its away from the engelse kanaal. I have complete faith in our sailors. Our Lord Father is sending his best men on the voyage.”
Lena snorted.
“I better pray for our belle-soeur Isabelle in her voyage across the la Manche next year then. Seeing as she might have use of it more then you. Greetje, you must have nerves of ice. You will fit right into that cold winter kingdom.” Margaretha said nothing at all, just watching her sister. Lena had stopped pacing at last. She was far too used to Lena’s wit to respond with anything other then calm nodding. Her own hair was brown and mostly straight, neither dull nor lustrous. With a round face and plain features, Margaretha could never compete in beauty. Young courtiers and ambassadors made no secrets of which daughter of the Grand Duke they called
The Light of the West.
Magdalena of Cassel had inherited her grandmother’s height and at seventeen stood at nearly six feet tall. With slender curves and a graceful neck, she contrasted Margaretha, the latter being short and sturdy. And brilliant blue-grey eyes for the elder’s brown. Lena played music better, danced more gracefully, charmed people like the pied piper of Hamelin. In the palaces she kept a small court of glittering young ladies in the last two years ago, fluttering around like multi-coloured butterflies.
Margaretha keep her own large circle of friends, scholars and courtiers from all over the duchy. She knew the content of every account book in the ducal households and how to manage the estates from Antwerp to Le Crotoy. Being the practical sister had it advantages at times, even if it didn’t give loads of poems.
Margaretha of Burgundy in 1508
Duchess Ann occasionally sighed over Lena’s exuberance, but her stepdaughter always stayed within the boundary of decorum and her studies and religious devotions always left nothing to be desired. Their little sisters Katrine and Beatrijs adored her, and Lena cheerfully played games with both whenever they demanded it. Margaretha had spent countless days in gardens reading with their little brother Peter in her lap while her sisters amused themselves with the court games. Margaretha had always been Peter’s favourite sibling, much to her delight. Leaving him for the north had almost torn her in half. Little Anne she had only seen a few times, she had never left the nursery in Malines.
Her brother Ferdinand’s betrothal to Marguerite of Angouleme had been broken earlier that spring, in favour of Madeleine de la Tour Auvergne, a calculated move from their father’s side as her sole brother’s health was fading.
Duchess Ann, however, was expecting another baby. The pregnancy had been announced a month ago.
“I seemed to gain my lastborn child in the same year my firstborn child leaves my duchy.” Duke Philip had said to Margaretha the evening before she left for Bruges.
“Father, there is a question I’ve been longing to ask. Most fathers would have sent me to Denmark much earlier. I’m nineteen now, my mother married earlier. As did my aunts. Why have you waited this long?”
Her father tapped hir knuckles on the table.
“Prince Christian became viceroy of Norway last year. The union between Denmark, Sweden and Norway is turbulent at times. I wished to know I left you to a steady kingdom first. Plus, we got better terms with the wait. And on a personal note…” Philip’s voice trailed off and he looked contemplative out of the window.
You, Magdalena, and Philip are what I have left of your late mother. I loath to let you leave to early. I rarely allow myself sentimentality. It’s not the benefit of rulers to do so. But sometimes…sometimes, even grand dukes can be tender-hearted. You and your sister are my pride and my joy.” Her father looked straight at her. “
Margaretha, whatever the wagging tongues in court says, you have always been my pride.” It meant a lot to hear it, even if she already knew it since long.
“It’s not all winter and ice in Denmark. And Norway and Sweden have lovely summers too. And I’ve longed to be a queen. To have a husband and children of my own.” Margaretha told her sister at last. Lena’s gaze went down, grey-blue eyes tracing the pattern of the woven carpet. A blush came over her cheeks. After a few moments of heavy silence, Lena spoke;
“I am sorry, Greetje. I guess I’m more upset about you leaving then I think. Our girlhood is over now. I’ll go to Lorraine after summer. Philip will wed next spring. And Ferdinand after that” Margaretha snorted “
He’s fourteen years old, Lena for pity’s sake. Everyone is self-obsessed and romantic at that age. Even if he drives our mother up the wall.”
A knock on the door sounds when their giggling had gone down and their brother Philip stepped into the chamber. His dark hair was wet with rainwater, curling around his temple and his heavy eyebrows had knitted into a scowl.
“If the winds keep howling like this, you can fly all the way to Denemarken without a ship, sister. You’ll risk a proper drenching just stepping out of the door right now.” His large mastiffs Willibrord and Radboud followed Philip’s heels as always.
Margaretha turned her head and looked out of the window. It was indeed pouring a flood down outside.
“Well, it that is the case we better make ourselves comfortable for the evening.” Flagons of mulled wine, roasted quail, tart winter apples, manchet bread and spermyse cheese were brought in, card games brought out and Catherine of Navarre’s children spent their last evenings together in the Palace of Bruges before Margaretha’s departure to Denmark a fortnight later. The following December, on the ninth evening, Duchess Ana was safely delivered of a daughter, Isabella of Burgundy.
Margaretha of Burgundy later in life as queen regent of Denmark
Margaretha would have four living children with Christian.
-Kristina b 1508
-Fredrik b 1510
-Magdalena b 1516
-Hans b 1517
Magdalena of Burgundy, Duchess of Lorraine 1510
It’s no secret that Antoine of Lorraine fell in love with Magdalena of Burgundy the moment he laid eyes on her. So did most of the populace at her entrance in Nancy when her carriage entered through the Porte de la Graffe on a golden tinted day in late august, with the trees shrouded in reddening and yellow leaves. Magdalena cut a splendid figure in cloth of gold with her golden hair loose to the waist, arrayed in jewels.
Porte de la Graffe in Nancy where Magdalena entered.
Antoine and Magdalena enjoyed a very happy, if not a long-lasting marriage for eleven years. The ducal court of Lorraine drew influences from France, Italy and Flanders, and the cultural crossroads of the north and south of Europe. Long trading routes sneaked from northern Italy, Savoy and Provence and merchants from Spain mingled with Danish and Englishmen. Olives, rhenish wine, silks from Milan all ended up in the ducal banquets with spices and other food from the new world that began to trickle into Europe. In the center was Magdalena, who’s charm and joy gave the glittering court a joyous mood, with games, dances and artistic patronage during a whole decade.
Magdalena bore four children during her marriage, Philippa in 1509, Nicholas in 1510, Jean in 1514 and a stillborn daughter in 1518. Their joyous court came to a crashing end in the 5th of September when Magdalena died from eclampsia a few hours after her last child. Her horrified ladies and midwives were helpless when their duchess died in agony from suffocating seizures, traumatising the court and casting everything in a dark and gloomy autumn that persisted until spring the next year. Antoine would not remarry until two years later to Jacquetta of Luxembourg, Magdalena’s cousin. While their marriage would be a content one, Jacquetta would never be as loved as Magdalena by her husband.
Antoine and Jacquetta would have two daughters, Magdalena, and Marie. Nicholas succeeded his father as Duke of Lorraine in 1540. Most of his reign would be spent in religious turmoil and he would be succeeded by his brother Jean’s son Charles in 1548.
Jacquetta of Luxembourg
Nicholas II of Lorraine
In case anyone wonders, I distinguished between Margaretha and Magdalena by linguistic means. I kind of think Margaretha is using more dutch languages and names, while Magdalena is more leaning to French terms. It just makes sense to me.