THE Queen was now a prisoner, and to keep her quite
safe, the lords took her away from Edinburgh, and put her in a lonely castle
in the middle of a loch called Loch Leven. Then they wrote out two papers,
which they made her sign. One paper said that Mary gave up her crown to her
little son James; the other, that the Earl of Murray should be Regent until
James was old enough to reign.
Mary did not want to sign these papers. But she was
helpless; she seemed to have no friends left. Stern, grave men stood round
her, and it is even said that one, more fierce than the others, seized her
arm so roughly with his iron-gloved hand that she cried out in pain. So Mary
signed away her crown, which had given her, she said, 'Long, great and
intolerable pains,' and which left her, 'vexed in spirit, body, and senses.'
A few days later, the baby King was crowned. He was
scarcely more than a year old. 'l'lie Earl of Mar held him in his arms as
the crown was placed upon his little head. Two other lords, laying their
hands upon the crown, promised in his name to fear God and to keep the laws,
He was then made to touch the sceptre and the sword with his tiny fingers.
John Knox thundered out a sermon, and after it was all over, the little King
was lifted from the throne and carried back to his nurse.
There was great rejoicing over the coronation of the
new King. Bonfires blazed, cannon boomed, and people shouted. In her lonely
prison, Mary heard the sounds. What is it?' she asked.
'The people rejoice for the crowning of the King,' was
Then Mary laid her head upon the table and wept. Her
reign was ended.
When Mary signed away her crown, she was only
twenty-five. Although she had become Queen of Scotland when she was seven
days old, she had really ruled but six years, and into the last two of these
six years had been crowded all the passion and sorrow of a lifetime. But she
was still young and still beautiful, and, if the rebel lords had triumphed
for the time, there were still men ready to love her and to fight for her.
Soon, plots were formed to free the Queen. Secret
messages and letters found their way within the prison walls. At last all
was arranged. A washerwoman had brought some clean clothes to the castle.
Mary changed dresses with this woman, and taking a bundle of clothes in her
arms, and drawing her hood well over her face, she passed the guards safely
and stepped into the boat The boat started to recross the loch again to the
shore. Mary sat very still and quiet, with her head bent. Perhaps she sat
too still, for one of the boatmen thought something was strange. 'Let us see
what mariner of dame this is,' he said, and stooping forward, he tried to
peer under her hood. Queen Mary quickly put up her hands to cover her face.
Alas, they were no workwoman's hands, they were long, and slender, and
white. She was discovered, and, in spite of all her tears and entreaties,
the boatmen turned and rowed her back to the castle again.
But although they had failed once, Mary's friends did
not despair. At last, with the help of a boy of fourteen, called Little
Douglas, who lived in the castle, she escaped.
The keys of the gate of the castle were always placed on the table, beside
the Governor, when he was at supper. But one night, while Little Douglas
waited upon the Governor, he dropped a napkin, and in picking it up he also
picked up the keys. The Governor did not notice that they were gone, and as
soon as he dared, Little Douglas left the supper room and hastened to the
A few minutes later, with beating hearts they were hurrying down the silent
passages. No one noticed them; no one questioned them. The gates were safely
passed and locked behind them. Mary's friends oil were watching, and they
saw three figures glide quickly from the outer gate to the water's edge. It
was Mary, with her little frightened maid and Douglas.
They sprang into a boat which lay ready, and Douglas, bending to the oars,
rowed as fast as lie could away from the dark castle. Half way across, he
paused, and dropped the keys into the water. They were safe for a time from
pursuit. So eager was Mary to reach the shore, that she took an oar and
helped to row. At last, breathless with excitement and delight, she sprang
to land. In a moment her friends were round her. A horse was ready, and
leaping into the saddle she sped away.
Oh! the wild, sweet ride, through the cool night air She was free again! A
Queen again! At every bound, her horse carried her further and further away
from prison. At every bound her heart grew lighter, her hopes rose higher.
With only a few hours rest she rode half across Scotland, to Hamilton, near
The news of the Queen's escape flew like wildfire through the land. From far
and near, those who loved her gathered to her, till she was at the head of
an army of six thousand men.
The Regent Murray was in Glasgow, not many miles away, and he too gathered
his army and marched against his sister. At Langside, a village near
Glasgow, a battle took place. It lasted only three-quarters of an hour, and
ended in the total defeat of Mary's troops.
On a little hill, about half a mile from the battle-field, the Queen stood
to watch. She was full of hope and gladness. Eagerly she watched the fight
sway this way and that. But when she saw her troops beaten and scattered,
when she saw them at last put to utter flight, she lost all hope. Turning
from the field, she too fled, never pausing until she was sixty miles away.
Mary knew not where to go. She feared to remain in Scotland lest she should
again be put in prison. France, where she had been so happy, was far off.
England lay nearer. Surely, she thought, Elizabeth, her cousin, would be
kind to an unhappy sister queen. So to England she went.
Alas poor Mary! In her need and trouble, she had forgotten the years of hate
and distrust that lay between herself and Elizabeth.
Elizabeth could not forgive Mary for having claimed the throne of England.
She could not forgive her for being more young and beautiful than herself.
She would not receive, and would not help her cousin. Mary found that she
had only escaped from a Scottish prison to be shut up in an English one.
Elizabeth had to give a reason for putting Mary in prison. She said it was
because she had helped to murder her husband Darnley. But, whether Mary had
killed her husband or not, Elizabeth had no right to imprison her, for Mary
was not an English subject, and the English Queen had no right to interfere
between the Scottish Queen and her people.
There was a trial, held first at York and then at Westminster, to which
Mary's accusers came, but to which Mary was not allowed to go to defend
herself. Among those who came to accuse her was her half- brother, the
There was a great deal of talking, but nothing was proved one way or
another. And after a long time, Elizabeth said that although she did not
doubt the truth and honour of the Regent, he had proved nothing against the
Queen, and she had made up her mind not to interfere with Scottish matters.
She said this, but she kept Mary in prison, while Murray was allowed to go
back to Scotland with plenty of good English gold in his pockets.
For nineteen years beautiful Queen Mary was kept prisoner in England. From
castle to castle she was moved about, always strongly and carefully guarded.
She had still many friends, and again and again they plotted to free her,
but they never succeeded.
'Now blooms the lily by the hank,
The primrose down the brae;
hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slae,
meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove their sweets amang;
But I, the
Queen of a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison strang.
'I was the Queen o' bonny France,
Where happy I hae been,
raise I in the morn,
As blithe lay down at e'en
And I 'm the
sovereign of ScotIand
And mony a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in
And never-ending care.'