The letters arriving from Prussia. The King's fury; his angry letters to the Duke who allowed his sister to be so disrespectful to the King of whom every little German duke must stand in awe.

Christina and Ida looked alarmed; even Madame de Grabow was ill at ease. The letters had just arrived. It seemed strange that Charlotte should have been summoned so soon. This could not have happened unless it was a matter of the utmost importance.

She followed the page into the castle. It was so hot out of doors, so cool behind those thick walls; but it was not the change of temperature which made her shiver; it was apprehension. She was saying to herself: I don't care. It was right to do it. I know it was right.

The door was flung open. There they stood; her brother and her mother, side by side. Oh, this was a very important occasion.

"Charlotte”. It was her mother who spoke. She approached, still rehearsing her excuses.

"Charlotte, my dear child." Her mother embraced her.

"I have wonderful news for you. This is one of the happiest days of my life.”

Charlotte looked from her mother to her brother. He, too, was smiling.

The Duke said almost teasingly: "So you thought fit to write a letter to the King of Prussia?”

"Yes," answered Charlotte, trying to be bold but hearing her voice end on a squeak which betrayed her fear.

"Telling His Majesty how to conduct his armies.”

"No, that was not so. I merely told him of what the war had done to us here. I begged him to stop his soldiers pillaging the land which was doing no good to any of us.”

"It was an impertinent letter," said the Duke.

"But," added the Dowager Duchess with a smile, 'it amused His Majesty.”

"It... it was not meant to amuse.”

"It touched him too. He has given orders that his armies shall not plunder the villages through which they pass.”

Charlotte clasped her hands and smiled. She did not care now. She had achieved her purpose.

They could punish her if they wished. She would sew a hundred of the coarsest shirts to be distributed among the poor; she would not care; she would rejoice as she pricked her fingers as one always did with that coarse stuff. And she would think all the time of the King of Prussia, reading her letter and deciding that she was right.

"The King thought it a remarkable letter for a sixteen-year-old girl to write. Though you are seventeen now, Charlotte.”

"Yes, Mamma.”

"That is good too. It is a pleasant age. Now for my news. The King of Prussia had copies of your letter made and showed them to his friends. He even sent one to the Dowager Princess of England the mother of the King.”

"To England! So far!”

"It was the biggest stroke of good fortune that has come to our House for a long time," said the Duke.

"Your Highness means my letter ...”

"Your letter," said her mother. She smiled at her son.

"The Princess Dowager thought it a remarkable letter; so did her son.”

"The King! The King of England?”

"He read it, they tell me, and tears filled his eyes. He said: "What a remarkable girl the Princess Charlotte must be." And so he sent Colonel Graeme to see you and to report to him what he thought of you. It seems that Colonel Graeme thought very highly of you.”

"Mamma ... what are you telling me?”

"That you are fortunate beyond our wildest hopes and dreams. The King of England is asking for your hand in marriage.”

"What did I say?" demanded Ida.

"Did I not say it was a sweetheart? I never thought it would be the King of England, though.”

"But Ida... he has not seen me!”

"Colonel Graeme has seen you. And he evidently liked what he saw.”

"What a strange way in which to choose a bride”

"All royal brides are chosen in that way.”

"Colonel Graeme must have flattered me. I hope it won't be a shock for the King when he sees me.”

"Perhaps he's not as handsome as he's been made out to be," comforted Ida.

Christina came in. She said: "So you'll be the first to be married after all.”

There was talk of nothing else but Charlotte's coming marriage. There was to be no delay. The English were sending Lord Harcourt to Strelitz immediately and as soon as he arrived the proxy ceremony was to take place, and immediately it was over she was to sail for England.

"It seems there is an undue haste," whispered Charlotte to Ida.

"Do you think they are afraid the King will hear the truth and not want me after all?”

"What truth? He's heard the truth.”

"I think they've told him I'm a beauty.”

"Not they. He read your letter and he knows you're a wiseacre. He's more interested in that than a pretty face.”

At least Ida was honest. Charlotte studied her face in her mirror and her misgivings were great.

Homely is the kindest way to describe me, she thought; plain would be more truthful. She hoped that the King did not like pretty women. Why should the King of England select her ... a humble princess of a tiny state without beauty and riches? Ida had the answer.


"Because you're German and Protestant. There are other princesses in Europe, but don't forget they're all Catholics ... and they're not German. English Kings ever since George the First always marry Germans.”

"And I can't speak his language.”

"Never mind, he'll speak yours. Remember, he's German too.”

"That's a comfort. But I expect I shall have to learn to speak English. Oh, Ida, it's a terrible thought. I shall leave home. I shall live in a strange country for the rest of my life.”

She looked at Ida. She would doubtless leave her too, for it was hardly likely that she would be allowed to take Ida with her.

"It's better than living here, Princess... doing the same thing every day. Why, you've never dined publicly yet. You haven't been living royally at all.”

"I know, but now I feel I want to go on as I have been for a little longer at least. I wonder if Christina will come to England with me." Her face lightened. "Of course she will. She will marry and we'll go together ... perhaps we'll be married together. That will be a comfort. I shan't be alone after all." She was serious suddenly. "I can't help thinking though, Ida, that there is something extraordinary about all this. I am so humble and he is the King of England... and it is all so sudden.”

And although Ida did her best to comfort her, Charlotte could not rid herself of the idea that there was something strange about this good fortune which had been thrust upon her so unexpectedly and the speedy manner in which affairs were being hurried to their climax.

Christina was heartbroken; there was no comforting her. She walked up and down Charlotte's bedroom, her eyes wide with misery. "There's nothing to be done," she said. "No, Charlotte ... I know you would do anything, but there is nothing to be done.”

"Oh, Christina, that it should be due to me!”

"It's not your fault. It has to be. I've had a feeling lately that we were doomed.”

"It's so foolish. Because I am to marry the King of England you may not marry an Englishman!

Why? Why?”

"It's in the contract. No other member of the family must marry into England. They have their reasons.”

"There seems no sense in their reasons.”

"Charlotte, you don't realize what this means. You will be the Queen of England.”

"Why should my sister not be Duchess of Roxburgh?”

"It is in the contract. Our brother has signed it ... eagerly. You can guess why. His sister will be Queen of England. Think of that. He would sacrifice a great deal to bring about that state of affairs, and all he has to sacrifice is me.”

"Oh, Christina, I wish this had not happened.”

"Wished this piece of luck had passed you by? Don't let anyone hear you say that! They will say you are mad. The King of England might hear of it and decide not to marry you after all. Do you want to break our brother's heart... and our mother's? Oh, no, Charlotte, be content with mine.”

What could she say to Christina? If she could have made the sacrifice she would most willingly.

She was afraid when she thought of going to England. The monotonous routine of her days had become precious; she did not want to leave it... for the unknown. But both she and Christina knew that it was not for her to make momentous decisions. When she offered to give up her marriage that Christina might have hers, Christina only laughed with the new bitterness which had crept into her voice.

"Do you want them to marry you by force?" she asked. "Make no mistake, Charlotte. It is not what you want or I want. This is a brilliant marriage. Mecklenburg will be allied with England.

We are of no importance. Don't forget it." No, there was no comforting Christina.

Lord Harcourt had arrived at the schloss. He was a handsome man in his late forties, extremely courteous, and he behaved towards Charlotte as though she were already the Queen of England.

Before his arrival the activity in the schloss had reached a feverish pitch; the Dowager Duchess had gone through her trunks and produced dresses which she had been saving for very special occasions. There could not be a more worthy occasion than this. The gowns were altered to fit little Charlotte and she stood patiently while velvets such as she had never worn before were fitted.

Every jewel in the schloss must be produced to adorn her for the ceremonies which must take place; but her mother had said that as it was her simplicity which had charmed Colonel Graeme she must be as she was and not pretend she lived less simply than was actually the fact.

Therefore when Lord Harcourt arrived she was seated in the schoolroom darning a stocking and his lordship was conducted to her there.

Lord Harcourt bowed low over her hand and told her that he came on his king's most happy business and that his maker was impatient for that business to be concluded and to see his bride in England. She wanted to ask why his master was so impatient. He was after all only twenty-two years of age. Why the need for such haste? But she did no such thing and modestly lowering her eyes remarked that it gave her great pleasure to welcome Lord Harcourt.

"I have a gift from His Majesty with the instructions that I am to put it into no hands but yours.”

She received it with exclamations of pleasure. It was a miniature a picture of a handsome young man with flaxen hair and candid blue eyes set with diamonds.

"It is beautiful," she said. "I beg of you convey my thanks to His Majesty.”

"It is something Your Serene Highness will be able to do yourself," Lord Harcourt told her; then she understood that her days at Strelitz were indeed almost over. The proxy ceremony would take place and she would leave without delay with Lord Harcourt.

"The ... diamonds are so brilliant," she stammered.

"And the picture of His Majesty I see delights you.”

"He is very handsome," she said; and her voice trembled on a note of enquiry, but Lord Harcourt did not understand that she was wondering how such a handsome young king could be so eager to make a homely and insignificant girl his queen.

Christina walked about the schloss like a grey ghost. There was nothing to be done about Christina. The Duke of Roxburgh stayed on in Mecklenburg, hoping, always hoping that something would happen to make his marriage with Christina possible. But Charlotte's brother was eager for her wedding to take place. He summoned her and told her that the proxy marriage would be performed in a few weeks' time and then there would be no reason why her departure should be delayed.

Her departure to a strange land! Charlotte thought about it with mingling dismay and excitement.

It would be like being born again. An entirely new life in a strange country with a husband whom she had never seen. She would have liked to confide in Christina, but how could she talk of marriage to her poor heartbroken sister. If only something would happen to allow Christina to marry. But how could that be unless something happened to stop Charlotte's marriage? Charlotte knew that every day Christina was hoping for the miracle.

And then something did happen. The Grand Duchess's attendants went to her room to rouse her one morning and found her unwell. Before the day was out she was dead. This was bewildering.

Events were happening too fast. Christina had been plunged from the heights of delight to the lowest despair; Charlotte was to leave home and go to a strange husband; and this had all taken place in a few weeks after years of monotonous existence. And now change had come from an unexpected quarter. The mother who had governed their lives was dead, and there could be no talk of weddings for a while.