Margaret was growing shrewd. She had immediately written to her brother Henry, telling him of her marriage to Angus and implying that the reason she had married with such speed was because she believed it was the plan of Parliament to bring Albany over and marry her to him. It was true he had a wife living, but she was not enjoying good health and moreover, as she was his cousin, Margaret believed a divorce was planned. She had realized how much against such an alliance her dear brother would be, for Albany was entirely French in sympathy and if he were ruler of Scotland he would never rest until he had brought war into her brother’s kingdom.

The reply from Henry was as Margaret had expected. The last thing he wanted was to see Albany in Scotland, so he gave his approval to the match with Angus and stated that he was happy to accept him as a brother-in-law.

Lyon-King-at-Arms was shipwrecked on his way to France, which caused great hilarity among the Douglases.

“God is clearly of our party!” Margaret said gleefully, and of course the Douglases shared her opinion.

But that did not mean that other messengers were not arriving in France and that Albany was being made aware of his duty to Scotland.

This was the waiting period. The trouble was confined to small skirmishes and had not erupted into civil war. The main reason for this was that Margaret was the sister of Henry VIII who would naturally be watching for any weakness in the Scottish defenses.

Scotland was in no state to withstand invasion from England.

The Duke of Albany had received a communication that the King would be hunting near his estates and proposed staying a night at his château, which threw his household into a state of tension only produced by a royal visit. François Premier, King of a few months, was a man who had already caught the imagination of his people, even as Henry VIII of England had his. Both these Kings were young, handsome, and lusty; and they had succeeded misers. Everywhere they went their dazzling magnificence delighted their subjects; and their reigns had as yet not been long enough for the people to ask themselves whither such kingly extravagances led.

Albany himself had been a friend of François for many years, all during that time when as Duc d’Angoulême the latter had lived in constant fear that Louis XII would produce a son who would oust him from the succession.

But there had been no son and now François was firmly on the throne; and he was honoring his old friend with a visit, which Albany knew meant that the King was going to give him some command.

Albany was eager to serve François, for the friendship between them was a true one; he enjoyed the witty conversation of the young King — the discussions on art, literature, and architecture, for François, lecherous and a keen sportsman though he was, prided himself first of all on his intellectual leanings.

He arrived at the château and was greeted with respectful affection by his friend. The banquet was almost comparable with those served in François’s own palaces and châteaux; and it was the next day, when they hunted together, that Albany learned the purpose of the King’s visit.

When they were riding side by side, François said: “My dear friend, I am afraid I am going to ask you to do something for France which may not be to your taste.”

“My liege, whatever was asked of me by François and France would immediately become to my taste.”

“Spoken like a Frenchman,” answered François with a light laugh. “You are more Frenchman than Scotsman, my dear Jehan. That is why it grieves me to ask this of you.”

“Sire, you are asking me to go to Scotland?”

Francois nodded mournfully. “I have received a plea from the Scottish Parliament. Your presence is needed there.”

Albany was silent, looking at the country about him which he loved, thinking of his wife whom he would have to leave behind, for her health was giving cause for great anxiety, and the rigors of the Scottish climate would surely kill her. He thought of the pleasures of his visits to Court which, now that François was on the throne, would be more enchanting than ever.

“My dear fellow,” went on François, “this is my sorrow as well as yours. I shall miss you. But see what is happening in your barbarous Scotland. The Regent Queen will be her brother’s vassal shortly. She has alienated the majority of the noblemen, but they dare not rise against her for fear of that young coxcomb below the Border. He is an irritant, that young cockerel. We can never be sure when he is going to strike, and the last thing we can afford is a harmonious relationship between England and Scotland; so it is necessary that Henry be in perpetual fear of attack from the North. Scotland must therefore be the friend of France and, if you were Regent, my dear friend, I could happily believe that you would never forget that half of you belongs to us. It is for this reason that I ask you to leave at once for Scotland, to take the Regency.”

“Sire, you have spoken. It is enough.”

“Thank you, my friend. I knew I could rely on you. The English Margaret must be stripped of her power, and the best way of doing this is to take the young King out of her charge. Let that be your first duty. Then, when you are the guardian of the little Princes, when you are Regent of Scotland, Henry’s sister will be powerless to move against us; and the friendship between France and Scotland will be firm.”

“I shall endeavor to obey my master’s wishes.”

“Faith of a gentleman!” cried François. “This might have been a most happy day but for this sad necessity. Would I could prolong my visit. But I must not delay you. You will have some preparations to make for your journey. This day I shall return to Paris and you will be making your way to Scotland. But we shall meet again… erelong.”

So now there would be no avoiding this unpleasant duty. Now he would not be able to send a deputy.

Within three days John Stuart, Duke of Albany, set out for Scotland.

It was on May 18 of that year, 1515, when Albany landed at Dumbarton.

Margaret had been forced to agree to his coming because, apart from the Douglases, she had scarcely any supporters in Scotland; and there was one great fear that had come to her, which was that when Albany took over the Regency he would attempt to take her children from her.

Margaret loved her sons devotedly and the thought of losing control of them terrified her. The Parliament had pointed out to her that, although James IV had appointed her Regent and tutrix of James V, he had not known that she would so insult his memory by marrying again before he had been dead a year.

In her anxiety for the future of her children she forgot her desire to cling to power. She was an emotional woman before she was a ruler. Her love for Angus had put her into this difficult position; her love for her children was now making her frantic.

One of her greatest enemies was that Border baron, Lord Home, and when Albany arrived it was Home who set out to welcome him accompanied by ten thousand horsemen of his clan.

Home was magnificently dressed in green velvet, and he believed that by greeting Albany thus immediately as he came ashore, he would find himself highly favored by the new Regent.

But before the meeting between Albany and Home, the Regent had received his old friend de la Bastie, for he was anxious, before committing himself to any promises or friendships, to hear what his deputy had to report of affairs in Scotland.

De la Bastie told him of the conflict which was raging throughout the land and suggested that he be particularly wary of Lord Home who was now eager to greet him, for like most Border barons he was capable of changing his coat at the first opportunity. It was whispered that Home had not supported the King as he might have done at Flodden; and it was because Margaret had voiced a suspicion of this that he had set himself up as the chief enemy of her and the Douglases. Albany would do well to beware of Home.

Thus, when the two men came face-to-face, Albany did not extend that cordiality which Home was expecting, and as Home rode forward with a smile of welcome, Albany’s gaze was cool.

“I’m Lord Home, Your Grace,” explained Home. “I have most humbly come to place myself and my men at your disposal.”

“Lord Home?” said the Regent. “I thought one so handsomely attired must be a king. Such a band of followers, such fine raiment, are scarcely suitable for a subject who wishes to display his humble desire to serve.”

With that he turned away, leaving Home discomfited.

Not that Home would accept such an insult. He rode back to his men, savage anger showing on his face.

He had made up his mind. In those few moments he had ceased to be the friend of Albany; and since he was Albany’s enemy he must be Margaret’s friend.

Margaret, in Edinburgh Castle, knew that she must make a pretense of greeting the Regent. She had agreed that he should come, albeit she had been forced to do so; but she must hide her rancor and pretend to welcome him. She wondered what kind of man he was. He was a royal Stuart — that much she knew — and they were notorious for their fascination.

She was faintly disappointed, though she would not admit this, in her handsome Angus. While they were enjoying their secret honeymoon he had been all that was wonderful; but now that he saw the strife their marriage had made all about them, he was beginning to be afraid, and instead of the conquering young husband there were times when he betrayed himself as a frightened boy.

He was vain enough and ambitious enough to enjoy being the Queen’s husband; but he did not enjoy finding himself at the mercy of powerful enemies such as Arran who quite clearly hated him because of his new position.

But Margaret refused to face this aspect of her husband’s character for she was still deeply in love with his handsome body.

At the same time she allowed the women who were doing her hair to chatter about Albany.

“They say he is a great hero in France, a friend of the King and noted for his bravery in battle. And there’s something else they say. He is furious because of Your Grace’s marriage.”

“My marriage is no concern of his,” declared Margaret.

The women laughed. “Oh, but he has seen Your Grace’s picture. And it has been said that he fell in love with it and hoped that there would be a marriage waiting for him in Scotland.”

“What nonsense! He has a wife. I have a husband.”

“But, Your Grace, he did not know of your marriage… and they say his wife is ill and cannot live long.”

“Well, even if he had such plans, they must come to naught.”

Margaret smiled at her reflection in the burnished metal of the mirror. She placed her hands on her stomach and reveled in the slight swelling there. His child, she thought, and mine.

She hoped for a boy who would look exactly like her handsome husband, but she could not but be sorry that with all this trouble rising around her she must also suffer the inconvenience of a pregnancy.

It was time for her now to ride out to greet Albany; and she had decided that she would be gracious, for he was her late husband’s uncle and a Royal Stuart; but she would be wary, and if he attempted to take her babies from her she would fight with everything she had.

When she saw him she was struck by his handsome looks. There was no doubt of the Stuart blood; that indefinable charm which seemed to be their birthright was there in the broad face with the humorous eyes; his hair and beard were dark, as were his eyes, and his manners were more courteous than those she had come to expect from the Scottish lords. He appeared to be in his midthirties, the prime of life, she thought.

“Welcome to Scotland,” she said; and he answered: “I thank my gracious Queen.”

Then they rode to Holyrood House where the Regent was to have his lodging; and later that day Margaret went back to the Castle.

For all his charm the Regent acted with sternness and speed. His first victim was Lord Drummond who was called before the Council and sentenced to imprisonment in Blackness Castle for his conduct toward Lyon-King-at-Arms. Gavin Douglas was also imprisoned for aspiring to the Primacy; and in fear Margaret awaited the next blow which she was certain would be the removal of her children from her care.

Those Scottish lords who saw the beginning of the downfall of the Douglases, deserted her, and the only supporters she now had were her husband, Angus, and the disgruntled Lord Home who might so easily desert her for the other side if she were to offend him in any way. Still, she must make the best of what she had, and if Home was untrustworthy he was also powerful.