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01-02-苏格兰玛丽女王 [2]

By 提姆·维克瑞 Tim Vicary 1201 0
这对我很重要。
  在我出生只有一个星期的时候我的父亲便去世了。因此在我还是个婴儿的时候我就成了苏格兰的女王。起初我和母亲一起住在苏格兰,后来在我五岁的时候我去了法国。我母亲是法国人,可是她却呆在苏格兰直到去世。
  我去法国并嫁给了法国王子。他叫弗朗西斯,比我小一岁。1559年,他的父亲去世了,因此弗朗西斯成了国王。于是,我既是法国王后,又是苏格兰女王。
  在法国我很幸福。我的丈夫弗朗西斯就像是我的一个小弟弟。我想他是爱我的,但是他太年轻了,还经常生病。之后,1560年,他死了,年仅16岁。
  他死后我非常伤心,而且我的生活也发生了很大的变化。法国有了新的国王和王后,我在法国已显得不再重要。但是我仍然是苏格兰的女王,因此,我回到了苏格兰。我回到苏格兰的那会儿,我是个才18岁的小姑娘。我的母亲已经去世了,因此没有人来接我。我下了船,就在海边的一间小屋里过夜。
  第二天,苏格兰的贵族们从爱丁堡来了。他们见到我很高兴。有一个星期大家都很开心。人们朝我微笑,在大街上唱歌。我以为每个人都很喜欢我。然后,在那个星期天,我去了教堂。
  詹姆斯,我的儿子,你是个新教徒而我是个天主教徒。你是好人,且热爱上帝,可是你的教会和我的教会是仇敌。我生为天主教徒,死也是天主教徒。我也爱上帝,——我希望你能理解这些。即使现在我也不打算改变。
  那个星期天,人们在大街上愤怒地叫喊。“陛下,”那些苏格兰贵族们说道。“苏格兰是个信奉新教的国家。你不能上这里的天主教教堂。苏格兰人民不喜欢天主教徒。”
  “很抱歉,我的勋爵们,”我说。“可我是你们的女王——没有人能告诉我该怎样做。我不憎恨新教徒,也不会杀害他们。人们可以去他们的新教教堂,并在那里祈祷上帝。而我也将和天主教教徒们一起在我的教堂里向上帝祈祷。”
  人们听到这些发怒了。一个名叫约翰·诺克斯的人来见我。他是个有名的新教教士,可我不喜欢他。他个头很大,怒气冲冲,穿着一身黑衣服。他憎恨天主教会,且想让所有的天主教教徒都离开苏格兰。对他来说,新教教会才是唯一真正属于上帝的教会。他说道:“陛下,你是位年轻女子,就像我的女儿。女人是不会懂得诸如上帝、教会这类困难的事情的。找一个新教徒的好丈夫吧,女孩,让他来为你统治这个国家。”
  我对这个名叫诺克斯的男人很生气。我是女王,可我只有18岁。他没有平静地和我说话——他对我大声叫嚷。由于他措词严厉,我哭了。我不能接受他——虽然他说了那么多,并读过那么多书,但我不会去他的教堂。
  可有一点他是对的。没有男人,或许我可以统治苏格兰,但没有男人,我就不会有小孩。每个女王都需要有个儿子或女儿来继承王位。因此我开始物色一个丈夫。


■ 3 Darnley and Riccio
  At first I wanted to marry the son of the King of Spain,Don Carlos. But he was a Catholic, of course, and my Scots lords did not like that. It was difficult for me, James. I wanted to please myself. I wanted to please my friends and family in France and to please my people, too. And then there was the Queen of England.
  At first I wanted very much to be friends with Elizabeth.We wrote many letters, and talked about a meeting—a meet-ing between two sister Queens.Elizabeth wrote to me at this time.
  Our two countries need to be friends.You need a husband,I need a friend.Why not marry my friend Robert Dudley,the Earl of Leicester?He is a tall,strong man. I think he could be a good husband for you.
  I was very angry about this letter.There were a lot of sto-ries about Elizabeth and Robert Dudley.They were good friends—he often danced and sang and talked with her. Some-times,people said, he stayed in her room all night. Dudley had a wife, but one day she died very suddenly. It was an ac-cident—she fell down the stairs, they say. But then, perhaps she was unhappy, because of her husband and Elizabeth.
  ‘And she writes to me about a man like this!'I thought.‘She wants him to marry me, because he is her friend—her lover,perhaps!She wants her lover to be King of Scotland!'
  I found a better man than Dudley, James. I found Henry Darnley, your father.
  He was nineteen years old, and I was twenty-three.He was a tall man, with a beautiful face and big green eyes. He talked and sang well, and I liked dancing with him. He often wore expensive black clothes, and he laughed a lot when he was with me. He was very young and friendly, and I felt happy when I was with him. I liked him very much, and I thought he loved me too.
  He was an important man, too.We were cousins—his grandfather was King of Scots, and his great-grandfather was Henry VII of England.
  In July 1565, I married him. Elizabeth was very angry, and so were a lot of the Scots lords. My half-brother, the Earl of Moray, tried to stop the marriage. I had to fight him, and he ran south, to England.But I was happy.Your father and I laughed, every day. He was now Henry, King of Scots.
  After one or two weeks, the laughter stopped. A King has a lot of work, James, you know that. He has to read hundreds of letters, talk to people, and think about a lot of important things.I did those things,every day.But now,I thought,I had a man to help me.
  ‘My lord Henry,'I said.‘Would you like to read all the letters with me? You can sit next to me, and you can work with me every day.'
  Your father looked unhappy.‘I'm not interested in work like that,'he said.‘I don't understand it.'
  ‘Of course not,'I said.‘You're a young man, my love.But I can teach you.'
  For one or two days he sat down with me, and I tried to teach him. But it was true, he was not interested in the work,and he did not try to understand it.
  ‘You do it, Mary,'he said
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