Treaties notoriously are not always worth the parchment they are written on. This was certainly the case with the Treaty of Greenwich concocted by Henry VIII in 1543 to marry his son Edward to Mary, Queen of Scots. When the carnaptious Scots cocked a snoot at his cunning scheme to conquer Scotland by the back door, Henry was furious. To browbeat the rebellious Scots into submission, he sent Edward Seymour (then Earl of Hertford) north with an invading army to ‘put all to fire and sword’ and turn every building upside down, ‘sparing no creature alive within the same’. Edinburgh was set alight, Holyrood Abbey burned down and countless homes destroyed.
On the death of Henry VIII, Seymour, now Duke of Somerset and Lord Protector of his nephew, King Edward VI, ratcheted up this campaign of uncourtly courtship, or as George Gordon, Earl of Huntly, famously called it ‘the rough wooing.’
In September 1547, despite a resounding success at the Battle of Pinkie Cleugh at Musselburgh, the English under Somerset’s command failed to gain their prize and the five-year-old Queen Mary was spirited away to Inchmahome Priory in the middle of Lake of Menteith for safekeeping.
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St. Mary's Kirk, Haddington Kim Traynor - Wikimedia |
In the 16th century, Haddington was a prosperous royal burgh on the River Tyne but, being situated in the direct line of march between Berwick and Edinburgh, it was put to the sword and torch so often it was nicknamed Scotland’s Wall. Dominating the town is the Gothic kirk of St Mary’s, a collegiate church larger than St Giles in Edinburgh, where it is often supposed the Treaty of Haddington was signed.
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Nungate Bridge and Doo'cot, Haddington James Denham, Wikimedia |
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Hailes Castle Supergolden, Wikimedia |
Around 1521, when Prioress Janet Hepburn died, the nuns made use of the Cistercian rule to elect their prioress. They chose Sister Mariota Hay, a woman of about 40, mild in disposition, zealous for concord, pious, sweet-tempered, born of lawful bed and of good family. But clearly these virtues and qualifications were not good enough for John Hepburn, Prior of St Andrews, who bullied the Archbishop of St Andrews into appointing his twenty-four-year-old niece instead. Despite her illegitimate birth and defect of age, Elisabeth Hepburn became prioress.
Nevertheless, this feisty nun did not bend the knee and settle down to a life of quiet contemplation in the cloister. Elisabeth was a true Hepburn – a free spirit, who regularly rode to the hunt with James V’s court, conjuring up images of this unorthodox bride of Christ flying across dykes on horseback with her nun’s veil streaming out behind her.
Not that she neglected her duties at the abbey. As prioress, Elisabeth proved to be a hardheaded business woman, haggling with army quartermasters over bread, beef, ale and corn and declining to pay the wappinschaw tax they demanded. For years she fought legal battles with her neighbour, Lord John Hay of Yester, (nephew of the sainted Sister Maryoth and descendant of the Wizard ogf Gobliin Ha’) disputing land rights. Even military duties fell to the prioress. When the Lothians were under threat from the English, she was ordered to garrison the peel tower of Nunraw deep in the Lammermuir Hills and, if unable to defend it, destroy it.
In 1541, an entry in the Haddington Protocol Books reveals an attempt to slander the 45 year-old prioress’s reputation. Elisabeth was accused of ‘carnal dalliance’ with one Harry Cockburn and, while he had to purge himself in the stocks it is not clear what punishment – if any – the prioress endured.
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John Knox Kim Traynor - Wikimedia |
In 1546 he returned to St Mary’s Church, standing at the foot of the pulpit with a two-handed sword at the ready to defend Wishart. To no avail. Patrick Hepburn, 3rd Earl of Bothwell, turned in the heretic to Cardinal David Beaton who burnt Wishart at the stake in St Andrews. A few months later Beaton was murdered in revenge. His bloody corpse was slung over the side of the castle for all to witness before being salted in a tub of brine like a side of beef and left to steep in the dungeon. Knox, meanwhile, slunk off into hiding.
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St. Andrews Castle Wikimedia |
In 1547 he surfaced again in St Andrews Castle as chaplain to the Castilians, the clutch of reformers and murderers of Beaton who had taken refuge there. They sought aid from Protestant England and when galleys were spotted sailing up the coast, they rejoiced that the English had answered their prayers. It was not the English, however, but the French, responding to Mary of Guise’s cri de coeur. After a short siege, the Castilians surrendered and were herded onto the galleys bound for France.
A year later, a fleet of French galleys again set sail for Scotland, this time with the captive John Knox chained to the oars. While some of the ships sailed around the north coast and down to Dumbarton to pick up Mary, Queen of Scots and her entourage, others stayed in the Firth of Forth to besiege the English who had seized Haddington.
Was it possible that, by some eerie quirk of fate, the five-year-old Queen Mary was ferried to France in a galley rowed by her nemesis, John Knox?
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Main Sources:
Transactions of the East Lothian Antiquarian and Field Naturalists’ Society, Vol. 5
Roderick Graham, John Knox: Democrat
W. Forbes Gray and James H Jamieson, A Short History of Haddington
Rosalind K Marshall, John Knox
Pamela E Ritchie, Mary of Guise in Scotland
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The intriguing historical facts and figures outlined above inspired my fictional work, The First Blast of the Trumpet, the first of a trilogy on the life of the Scottish Reformer John Knox, published by Knox Robinson Publishing in 2012.
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Book 2 of the trilogy, The Second Blast of the Trumpet, is due for release in September 2015.
Marie Macpherson gained a PhD on the work of the Russian writer Lermontov, said to be descended from the Scottish bard and seer, Thomas the Rhymer. After a career teaching languages and literature from Madrid to Moscow, she retired to a small village 15 miles from Edinburgh where she now indulges her passion for writing Scottish historical fiction. The rich history of her native East Lothian provides the inspiration for her work.
Marie Macpherson 2014