Yacht Race - Friday afternoon-evening

[Defiance]

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THAMES ESPLANADE

 

 

 

The Thames River winds past Windsor to the north and west of the Castle. As in London, it provides an expedient route for reaching the royal residence, and is often quite busy with the comings and goings of the nobility as well as the merchant traffic for Windsor Town. On a gentle rise, above the tidal waters and beyond the hustle and bustle of the docks, runs an avenue, two carriages wide, which offers spectacular views of both the waterway and the Castle. In years past, this unobstructed panorama was essential for the security of the keep, but in more peaceful times it has become a popular place for riding, driving, and being seen. Scattered at occasional intervals along the shoulder of the roadway are a few benches which overlook the River and invite passers-by to stop and enjoy the picturesque scene, including the towers of Eton College on the far bank.

The bank of the Thames on the side of the castle was decorated in royal colors for the yacht race. A dais was set up for Her Majesty, her invited ladies, and other royal guests that was draped in red with gold braiding and tassels. It was early yet and few were outside other than the Life Guard and Yeomen of the Guard milling about as things were being finalized.

 

A booth was set up for betting nearby the royal tent for optimal visibility. All bets had to be official and both parties present; as it was a partial charity event and ten percent of the winners  winnings were to go to naval causes, outside bets were not allowed. As a royal-sanctioned event, such rules were obligated to be followed and any caught making illegal side-bets would not be looked on kindly. Of course, there would always be those who were bold and enjoyed crossing lines.

 

A nondescript tent was a staging location for servants and random tasty morsels that would be served, as well as copious amount of drink.

 

A bit down the river, the yachts to be racing could be seen anchored, their crews already busy. 

 

Only two yachts could race at a time, so there would be a few heats before two final racers would be determined. Fine rowboats awaited along the esplanade to take the captains to their vessels.

 

And as if a bell had been rung, courtiers started arriving so close together it almost seemed like large groups arriving! The area sprung to life with conversations and servants bustling around. 

 

By the time a nice crowd had arrived, several notable courtiers also arrived. Lord Ranelagh arrived with his cousin, Lord Shannon (the younger), and Lord Denbigh, his closest friend. Lord Worcester arrived with his lady wife and both of his sons, but he was talking closely to the Duke of Norfolk. The duke's wife wore a smile that did not reach her eyes. She was not speaking to Lady Worcester. Both Hill boys were there too, speaking to Worcester's younger son, who was only a little older.

 

(OOC - if you are looking for a specific NPC, please tag them and we might pull them out for you.)

 

 

[Douglas FitzJames]

Boat races weren't a natural attractant for Douglas, but his conversation with Lord Kingston on Wednesday morning had piqued his interest, and Baron Dundarg was one of the earlier courtiers to arrive on the scene, resplendent in his finest uniform, all crimson velvet and gold edging, Chelsea lace at his throat. He would have liked to have brought Fiona with him as a distraction for her, but the poor girl was still abed with an ankle like an apple. Indeed with both her and Catriona indisposed, he felt oddly alone, representing the family himself.

Not that he was alone of course, he knew quite a number of those at court, though the number who would speak with him was fewer, but he'd decided long ago to care for those who cared for him and not bother with the rest. He was also hoping to catch the Duke of Lauderdale for a few moments; the closing night of the season was to be a masque and that made finding people that much harder.

Hopefully Duncan would be there too; it would do the fellow good to get out and mingle, however little he might feel like it. Perhaps he might even see one of the ladies whom he knew; Bridget Osbourne or Anne Scott. The latter might even have her niece Agnes in tow, she was a pleasant young lady.

All in all the afternoon felt very positive to Douglas, full of excitement and potential; he was looking forward to it. Drawn as ever to the food, the tall Highlander snaffled something to eat off a passing tray and moved towards the river bank to look at the different boats.

[Raconteur]

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It had all been so easy. Gone all to plan!

Her sister, as a Lady to the Duchess of York, was too much occupied to track her younger sister who had come to visit's every move. Let alone imagine that before the day was up would have escaped with the middle son of a merchant. Despite contracts already signed and pledges given by her to another that she had no intention of ever marrying. None! The Yacht Race had come like a sign from Heaven - that Dame Fate was paving the way for their flight. When at last they came as a small grouping down from the Castle, all perfumed and puffed and full of beguiling smiles, but looked after by the Dragon-Lady know as Mrs. Betts. Chattering and looking over the assembling Company especially the men in uniforms her eyes darted about looking for Him and the arranged place of meeting.

Had he managed to hire a boatman  ......  Would he take them upriver and to Freedom   ......

Yet there was also the possibilities of defeat and capture.

She had to be careful of running into any that might already know her or worse her sister.

A hand went to her stomach as if to quell the uneasiness and remove the sick feeling that came and went. 

She had much to lose but that did not sway her for LOVE was all!

Soon the smells of food drew them and she found herself in the company of a very tall man in uniform all crimson and gold.

A pushing figure ran past making her and the Solider bump and she looked up with a smile of apology in her green eyes that were touched with a hint of silver at their centers.

"Oh! Do forgive me SIr ..."

Whispered and then she was gone from his side with just the scent of her perfume to linger.

Not Rose. Not Lavender. Not Lemon.

But a mixture of several that was not a common one worn by those her age or Class.

Her dress and style gave her away despite her attempt to 'dress down'.

She was caught up in the crowds and soon out of his sight.

[Blackguard]

The Royal Chamberlain, the Earl of Arlington, stood with his white staff of office.  Behind him stood three servants in royal livery that could be available as messengers if needed.  Beside him stood Baptist May, the Keeper of the Privy Purse.  Unlike Arlington, who wore staid and dated attire, May wore a coat of gold and had an eruption of fancy white lace at his throat and sleeves.  They were conversing in quiet tones.

* * * * *

Also near the harbor, but far from Arlington was the Earl of Dorset, standing with fellow Gang member Charles Sedley. Dorset had an ivory coat and Sedley wore burgundy.  They were wondering aloud whether Rochester would find his way onto a barge or a yacht.  The man craved attention after all.

* * * * *

The Earl of Oxford stood with his aide John Burgoyne.  Both wore cloaks of blue and had two men behind them with similar cloaks.  They were standing near Arlington and May.

* * * * *

The Duke of Ablemarle stood with his young brother-in-law, Lord Ogle.  Ablemarle wore his Life Guard attire.  He was its Colonel after all.  Ogle seemed to be more interested in watching the ladies in the crowd, and whispering appraisals to Chris Monck.  Lady Ablemarle. Elizabeth Monck, was not at his side.

[Raconteur]

It was an easy decision to go for Ellen Doolittle. There had been nothing really to have kept her here except her father required it. She had hoped to re-connect with her brother-in-law Lord Melville but he was keeping himself to himself so it seemed. And so she had simply changed her dress and told a servant she was going to watch the Races. An easy stroll to the waterside where more and more were gathering she held a hand to shield her eyes as she looked out towards the boats. Should she place a wager? Were any here that she might know   .......

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They had all come ahead of their Mistress the Duchess of York. Sarah Churchill was amongst that grouping and there was much merriment all round. The day was good with a brisk wind that was sure to enhance the races. Her pocket held coins on which planed to place wagers and she hoped to at least win some of it back. She could see that many Courtiers were already assembling but she had no desire to put herself into any grouping yet. Better to wait to see who was or was not coming. She hoped the Gentlemen of her acquaintance would hurry up!

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Lady Frances Cavendish arrived in the company of a small grouping of friends and relations. It was whispered that Dorset was there with Charles Sedley ... she paid no mind. She was out in the open unafraid and uncaring. And any that might seek to cause trouble would find a retort most likely not to their liking. Her smile was as natural as could be and her manner open and carefree. This new Frances was sure to cause notice.

 

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Mlle. Vauquelin* Sailing In

Nicolette wore a grin as she walked down to the riverside, trailed by a pair of maids—she had recently upgraded herself to a second maid from Buckingham's stocks, upon account of more being more. 

She wore a marine blue satin costume, with lace frothing like ocean foam at her low-cut neckline. One of the maids held a parasol to guard her complexion while the second maid watched, ready to catch her headpiece should its fastenings loosen and it pitch from its position. 

The frivolity of the headpiece was the reason for Mademoiselle's grin; it was a miniature 4-mast ship in full sail, with flags of England, Ireland, Scotland and France, one for each of the masts.  

 

 

* fyi, Nicci's surname is in fact a class of ship from the French fleet

[Louis Killington]

Coming up behind Nicci was her cousin.  They were to have met and arrived together but Louis was trying to catch up to her.  His long legs allowed him to close the distance.  He was wearing his purple frock coat, with delicate golden brocade.  A black cape with white ermine collar helped keep the chill from his person.   The purple was a sign of supporting the King.  He would certainly bet on the King and Buckingham when he had the chance.  His tricorn hat held no model ships, so he felt lacking when he caught up with his favorite cousin.

"A first class ship for a first class lady," Louis greeted as he closed the distance and eyed her headpiece.  "A flag for every kingdom, but who shall be your favorite in the race?"

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

"Or perhaps a ship of the line, should I find a worthy adversary." Nicci grinned in greeting Louis.  He was fresh-faced from having walked quickly, which made him even more handsome; theirs was good genetics.

"Oh, but you know that The English King is all of these." Raising a playful eyebrow, she supposed.  

"Though of those he presides over, some are plainly finer than others." Nicci thought she'd seen Douglas the other day at the fair, and for a moment she thought she saw him again here today.  He was undoubtedly her favourite Scot, but just now she noticed her favourite Irishman was not far away, as to who was her favourite Englishman she linked her arm through her cousin's arm to stroll. 

"Louis, why do you not have a yacht, too?" she asked sweetly, "You would look rather fine standing on the foredeck with the wind in your hair, and I should have thought you would like to compete in a race to win." 

 

 

[Louis Killington]

"Fair point," he admitted.  The English King had a claim to the French throne.  There had been a hundred years war about that topic.

"I did not want to upstage our friend Buckingham.  He has the gravitas, but I have the beauty, as do you dear cousin.  He is less if either stands with him, as eyes will travel to us, non?" he jested.  "I would be too far away for the ladies to swoon after all," he continued.  "Better to stand out in a crowd than on a far away wooden deck with sweaty sailors."  There was also the fact that he knew little about piloting a ship, even though he owned the West Indies Company. 

As they linked arms, he sensed that Nicolette had a destination in mind and was happy to be piloted by the French beauty.  "Who shall be the first that we outshine?" he whispered lightly.

[Charles Blount]

9-23 Yacht Race, Friday Afternoon (Place Holder)

When the Queen and her Ladies arrived on the dais they would find on their seats a small nosegay of red and yellow roses accented with a white lace wrapping that could, once washed, be used as a handkerchief. The stems were bound by yellow and black ribbon (the Mountjoy colors) with a special note from the Bank of England folded in a fan shape. The Note* was on bank paper with a woodcut embossed Britannia medallion the upper left corner and the script:

The Bank of England

Promise to Pay ‘Lady’s Name’ or the Bearer

The sum of Five Pounds in Gold

In Windsor upon the Occasion of His Majesty’s Yacht Race

1676 September 23,

or in London Thereafter

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           For the Gov. and Company of the

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Added upon the ribbon tying it to the nosegay was a note: ‘With the compliments of Lord and Lady Mountjoy.’

The Lady would be able to place a bet upon the race with the note.

The Queens nosegay was larger with more flowers and the note was for one hundred pounds. 

A bystander might hear two footmen speaking in hushed tones. “I’m not taking the piss, its like real money. I swear if you took that piece of paper into London they would give you real gold and silver coins for it! I have no idea how a scrap of paper could be worth so much but I would prefer a bit of heft in my pocket for my cash.”

 

 

 

* Around this time B of E notes were not issued in fixed denominations and were more like a cashier’s check for a specific amount and person. This early they were not even in pre printed form with the specifics written in like a modern check but entirely hand written by one of three clerks and personally signed by the Cashier of the bank (there was only one). The paper was of a specific kind which would deter forgery and I suppose if there were any question about the authenticity the teller would just be able to ask ‘Hey Fred, did you write out a 50 pound note last Thursday?”

Notes were often for large amounts as they were mainly used by merchants to settle large transactions and could be a Running cash note which could be partially cashed in multiple transactions (kinda like a gift certificate or a pre-paid debit card today)

[Eleanor Bayning]

She would have preferred to have arrived with her uncle, Lord Grey, but Eleanor had not had a reply to her last note and, fearing that perhaps there was some important conjunction and he was working to his nocturnal timetable once again, had resolved to attend regardless. With any luck he might arrive shortly, and she didn't doubt that her staunch supporter Lord Mountjoy would be present, though she cautioned herself against tiring the man of her company. She'd been a little torn as to what to wear, having worn her blue silk dress to the opening festivities, and her evening dress to the astronomy night, so settled on her yellow silk mantua-style day dress with it's fern and crocus embroideries, over her cream underskirt and stomacher with their violets and forget-me-nots. The embroidered accents in blues and purples worked well together, along with her silver jewellery with enamelled violets and single pearls.  The matching pins fastened her carefully curled brunette locks, and since they were outdoors she favoured her sandlewood fan. 

Linked arm-in-arm with her chaperone Mary, she ventured out amongst the great and gaudy of court, reminding herself not to look around like some country bumpkin. Whilst not as overwhelming as her introduction to court, never the less these large, courtly events were still rather daunting. She could only try not to let it show. Instead, she must glance about occasionally, letting her gaze not linger long on any one person. Alas but she didn't see anyone she recognised. Lord Mountjoy she had already resolved not to pester unless he invited her company, Lord Kingston she had heard was to captain one of the racing yachts! Ah for a few coins to wager on him. She glimpsed a Life Guard uniform with an officer's embellishments, but it belonged to some outlandishly tall fellow she didn't like the look of. Not nearly so approachable as Lord Langdon. Might she encounter that fascinating lady from the Carib, who knew so much about tropical plants? She realised, as she thought about it, that she'd actually made the acquaintance of quite a lot of people. Ladies Alyth and de Toledo, Lord Athenry, Lady Lucas... why, even Their Majesties. 

None of whom were yet in evidence. But as though propelled by that last thought, Eleanor drifted gently in the direction of the dias reserved for the Royals and their entourage. Why it did look so very fine! She wafted her fan back and forth as she admired the decorations, then turned to look out over the water at the waiting boats. "I wonder which Captains will be racing first?" She mused to Mary. 

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia approaching Eleanor

Sophia loved her sedan chair. It was very rare that she was able to see over other people’s heads and she enjoyed the way everything looked from so high up. The ride was also smoother than in the cart, as the Spanish soldiers marched in tandem. It was going to be sad to give it up after the baby was born. Perhaps she could convince Esteban to let her keep it.

 

With the help of Darlene, who had come over to assist her in choosing what to wear, she was dressed in a light blue silk maternity gown embroidered all over with pink and purple flowers with pearls at the center of each one. The long sleeves consisted of four puffs, each one accented with pink and purple ruching. Ruching decorated with small pink and purple fabric flowers trimmed the neckline and two rows of it adorned the hem of the skirt. A wide pink ribbon with larger fabric flowers on one side was wrapped just below her bosom accenting her rounded belly. A matching fascinator topped her platinum curls and she wore a pearl necklace and earrings. It was a simple ensemble. She didn’t want to outshine the Queen.

 

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat and a pleasurable heat permeated her body when she beheld the handsome figure of Lord Dundarg. Even in her sedan chair, she wasn’t as tall as he was. She smiled at him, hoping that he saw her. It wasn’t as if she was difficult to miss. The petite Countess wished she could speak to him. She missed his voice, his blue gaze, and everything else about him. But Esteban  was suspicious of any gentleman she associated with. And, of course, he had his spies watching her every move. Next season she was determined that she wasn’t going to be watched like a hawk anymore. Juan would surely visit her after his heir was born, and she was going to complain about the constant surveillance she had to endure.

 

She smiled at the other courtiers she recognized as well, so Esteban wouldn’t think she was singling out Douglas. Sophia was glad that she had arrived before the Queen. It would be rude to be late when she had been invited to sit with her. She was well aware that she had been given a privilege that few received. Maybe they would be able to continue their political banter. She had enjoyed that conversation immensely.

 

Approaching the royal dais, she saw Eleanor standing nearby. Sophia had hoped that they would meet again sometime this season. She tapped on the side of the sedan chair, which signaled the bearers to lower it. She smiled warmly. “Good afternoon, Mistress Bayning.”

 

Edited May 11 by Sophia de la Cerda

[King Charles II]

There was always a flurry of activity before royals showed up that general signaled their impending arrival. Courtiers moved to get a good place where they would be noticed in the progression from the castle to the Queen's dais. 

 

First came a few of the liveried grooms of the household that always ready to make sure to keep a buffer between anyone who might be too eager to approach, then came the announcement of the King and Queen, and then royal pair with matching throngs of friends, gentlemen, and ladies as part of their train.

 

Having waited for pristine timing, just before the Queen's group separated to head to their platform and seats, His Majesty turned to Buckingham and said, "By the by, George. Kingston is to sail with me."

 

As if the moment were orchestrated for maximum ducal frustration, Lord Camberwell made his appearance in a most opulent navy blue and purple ensemble, embroidered with gold and silver, and accented with small shiny pearls, and made his bow to the King and Queen.

 

"Your Majesty, my appreciation for placing me to captain Kingston's yacht in his absence."

 

Buckingham was rarely at a loss for words, but his blue eyes darted from the King, to Kingston, to his bloody sister and then back again. He stewed, his fists clenched, he had more than a few choice words for the lot of them. Well, save Kingston, it wasn't the cub's fault. His agitation did flare at the thought that Arlington may have played a background part in it all by adding Kingston on the rotation as one of the King's gentlemen of the bedchamber for that particular day. That flared back down when he realized Charles could have easily just overridden it and let Francis race, as the King generally gave not a fig about schedules or attendants or Arlington, so this was not Arlington's doing at all. It was the King's desire to frustrate him before the race. 

 

Ha! Instead of raising to the bait, he replied pleasant as pie, "Ha! Capital move, Your Majesty. Now, if I win, I will have bested you both, even with Kingston's experience added to your crew."

 

"If Lord Camberwell doesn't best you first. I hear Kingston's yacht is a speedy thing, and I couldn't have him captaining it, for fear of your reaction if he whipped you soundly with the wind and had to return home with you. Camberwell is no stranger to a good yacht race and knows you well enough to sense your antics." He winked at Mall. He and George had been playing these games since he was barely in breeches. 

[Douglas FitzJames]

Douglas had, rather predictably, angled straight for the food. He was eating a piece of the King's largesse when someone bumped him in passing. He had a brief impression of smiling green eyes and whispered words of apology in a young sounding voice. Then she was gone, a glimpse of well made clothes that disappeared into the crowds and a lingering expensive scent. Well, she wouldn't be the first well-bred lady to speak a few polite words to him then flee once she realised who he was. It was only later that he realised he'd not seen a chaperone or brother with her. 

Thinking little more of it, the big Scotsman turned his attention back to those who were arriving, wondering whom he might approach. For a moment his gaze alighted on a rare sight, a sedan chair, and within it a beautiful countenance framed by blonde curls. Sophia. De la Cerda now, and heavily pregnant with what he assumed was her husband's child. German to Spanish, leaving only a lingering waft through the English court, like the other lady's perfume. Even heavily pregnant, she was still lovely. Perhaps more so. He caught her brief smile and returned it, the curve of his own lips softer than his usual wry or sardonic expression, as his thoughts turned briefly to what might have been. But if he wanted to speak with Sophia, this was neither the time nor the place, so he tipped his hat politely in her direction and turned his attention elsewhere, however much he'd rather look at her. 

There was Ablemarle, Colonel of the Life Guard and a man with whom he had made a few mistakes that he could possibly remedy. He almost set off in their direction when his gaze spied another figure he recognised. Ellen Doolittle, and she was alone. Her father was presumably in London and likely Melville was intended to accompany her, but Duncan was being quite morose and mercurial of nature, despite all that the MacBain Clan had tried to do to help him. Some wounds only time could heal. Douglas decided that covering for his brother-in-arms as a gentleman took priority. 

Sweeping up a couple of small, dainty morsels from a platter, Douglas approached the eldest Doolittle daughter. "Mistress Ellen, tis a pleasure tae see ye agin. May I offer ye a pastry?" He asked, extending a large hand. The scent of their spiced filling wafted up. "Haps ye michnae recall me; we were intraeduced briefly one Christmas; I'm Baron Dundarg, a close friend o' Laird Melville."* He explained evenly, in case their brief meeting hadn't been that memorable. It would hardly surprise him.  

He didn't know whether she would know, but at Melville's suggestion he had written to her father asking for Ellen's hand. Doolittle had turned him down, offering Natalie instead, whom Douglas had declined. Even though she was supposed to be the pretty one, she was also rumoured to be quite dim, and Douglas valued a woman's mind far more than her face, perhaps because he grew up amongst beauties, perhaps because he was aware of his own academic lack.

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* "Mistress Doolittle, it's a pleasure to see you again. May I offer you a pastry? Perhaps you might not recall me; we were introduced briefly one Christmas; I'm Baron Dundarg, a close friend of Lord Melville."

Edited May 12 by Douglas FitzJames

[Eleanor Bayning]

Sophia and Eleanor

There were numerous people hanging out around the Royal dias of course, and Eleanor was just weighing up giving way to those of higher rank versus staying to catch Mary Saint-Leger as promised, when a rather fascinating contrivance came into view, bearing the heavily pregnant but still very beautiful wife of the Spanish Ambassador, who called out to her! "Why, good afternoon Lady Toledo!" The girl called back, approaching the sedan chair as it was lowered. How terribly convenient. That it was carried rather than on wheels meant that it could be taken places a carriage could not go, and it did not smell like a horse. "What a marvelous seat." She admired. Wouldn't that be just the way to travel?

"Have you been well?" She asked solicitously. It was the thing to say even though Lady Toledo was clearly not the kind to let common concern for her health keep her indoors. In a way Eleanor admired her independence and audacity, though she did not think that she would dare the same herself. Surely there were reasons that women were expected to go into confinement... but she would appreciate Sophia's independence. 

[Raconteur]

Ellen Doolittle and Douglas 

Turning at the sound of her name Ellen was greeted by the Scottish Baron she had meet last Christmas.

"Why Baron Dundrag  ....How nice to see you!"

She dipped a pretty curtsey the breeze tugging at the tendrils of honey-blonde hair that had escaped from her updo.

"Of course I remember - Duncan has spoken of you from time to time - so now we are re-acquainted."

Her gaze took him in   ... his great height and countenance as well as his attire  .... he was pleasing to the eye she thinks and despite his atrocious accent a man she liked.. If her brother-in-law called him 'friend' then so could she.

She then turned to the things he offered and she took up a small piece smiling up at him as she ate.

"Delicious! Do you not think that food somehow cooked out in the open can taste far better oft times to that made indoors?"

"I think the point has been made!"

"How are you? Are you racing or just here to watch and wager?"

"If its the later might you help me to place a wager or two   ....."

She was her usual self but beneath the surface she remembered her fathers voice as he described the marriage offer made for her by this very man and how it had been mockingly cast aside and her younger sister Natalie offered up instead. That Duncan had been the one to suggest made her grateful indeed and while she might have guessed at the motivations behind it she knew that she would not have minded in the least being married off to such a man. He was Titled albeit in Scotland but that would make her a Baroness and she had no real Ambitions when it came to that she was smart enough to calculate that any sons born would have a good place and the title inherited by the firstborn one. Yes she could do far worse and so she wondered if the flame, however small, might be kept lit?

"I shall not wager too high but I want to see a profit if I win!"

"Shall it be King or another  ..... What do you advise?"

She took up another of the delights but would leave the rest for his own enjoyment.

[Douglas FitzJames]

Douglas and Ellen

She smiled.

She did remember him, and not poorly, which was something of a relief. He recalled that their introduction had been brief and right at the end of the Christmas celebrations, so he hadn't been sure, and was all too aware that people were often inclined to form opinions based on rumour rather than experience. But then he knew that she'd been victim of the same, with people describing her as very plain and desperate for a husband. That wasn't the picture she presented here, rather she seemed quietly self-confident, and if she wasn't a great beauty she certainly wasn't ugly. Douglas thought that the blonde curls that bobbed about her face as she curtseyed were rather fetching.

Duncan had spoken of him to her. That man was worth his weight in gold and Douglas owed him a great deal. Douglas could only assume that he had said good things, and if he could repay him in some small measure by keeping his sister-in-law company then that was something. He smiled as she looked at at him, pleased that his instinct to approach her had been right and that they had been able to renew their acquaintance. If nothing else, it gave him good company to watch the sport. 

He laughed happily as she declared her appreciation for food cooked outdoors. "Aye, I do!" He agreed. As a soldier even plain fare cooked over an open fire was relished; it meant you were still alive. "Er e'en served oot o' doors. Tis ocht aboot the fresh air."* He declared. Far too many of the aristocracy were overly comfortable indoors to his mind, particularly the ladies, only venturing out on the finest of days. But then Ellen wasn't a noble lady; perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. Scots, real Scots rather than those who aped the English, had a different view of the world than those down south. Perhaps Ellen, with what he imagined might be her merchant's practicality, would have views that aligned more with his own. As she accepted his company and his offering he wondered vaguely whether he might be able to persuade her father to reconsider; it was something he had thought to talk over with Melville when the time was right. She was a smart match, but his pride still stung from the offer of her dim-witted sister. Being looked down on by nobility was one thing, by a merchant, something else. 

Right now though they had ships, sunshine and supplies from the Royal kitchens. "I'm a man o' land an' horses, nae water an' boats." He admitted when she asked if he would race. But watching the race, along with seeing and being seen, would make for an entertaining afternoon. Especially if the company was good. "I hear yer a lassie whit kin manage her ain money, sae I wuidnae presume tae direct, but I do ken ocht whit others michtnae."** He revealed, lowering his voice as he did so. After all, Ellen was said to manage her father's company whilst he was away, what could Douglas tell her about money and profits?

Glancing around to see that there was no one close enough to hear, Douglas kept his voice low. "Kingston's boat," he indicated the Enterprise subtly with one long finger, "micht be a favourite, but the crew is green." He revealed. "His Majesty haes ta'en the usual crew fer the Margrave o' Brandenburg-Ansbach, on the King's aulder yacht." He indicated the boat he'd seen Kingston aboard when they'd spoken on Wednesday morning. "Sae that weel hae a better chance than ye micht normally think, fer a foreign Captain."*** He offered. 

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* "Yes, I do! Or even served out of doors. It's something about the fresh air."
** "I'm a man of land and horses, not water and boats. I hear you're a lady who can manage her own money, so I wouldn't presume to direct, but I know something that others might not."
*** "Kingston's boat might be a favourite, but the crew is green. His Majesty has taken the usual crew for the Margrave of Brandenburg-Ansbach, on the King's older yacht."

Edited May 23 by Douglas FitzJames

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Skipping stones?

"Louis, you can be so silly." Nicci swatted his arm as he claimed he's not want to upstage Buckingham.  As if anyone in England could do so! 

Contrary to his guess, she had no intended target at all, rather she was happy to wander.  “I am tired of chasing.  Should there not be a time eventually when friends, true or counterfeit, come to me? Oh I know I am a foreigner, and few see any benefit of knowing me, but…” she shrugged and moved down to the waters edge. 

So it was she did not see the Kings arrival, nor Buckingham and Kingston.

A notion occurred.

“If not yachting, perchance you enjoy the sport of skipping stones?”

[Louis Killington]

Louis and Nicolette

Something was bothering his cousin, Louis could tell.  It had been some thought at the carnival the day before that had changed her demeanor.  At the fortune teller, Nicci had been full of gusto.  At the demonstration of elephants, she had grown quiet.  He could only hope that her mood change was the result of pregnancy from the King; but, there might be something else.

He followed her to the water's edge.  The crowd, not far away, was obviously reacting to the arrival of important persons.  Such activity should have been a flame to attract the French moth, but it did not.

"Cousin, on any lazy summer day, I would find it stimulating to test your dexterity against mine with smooth stones  If it is your wish to ignore the fanfare of the moment and witness not a race that will be the talk of court for seasons to come, then I will stand beside you and collect suitable ammunition for our game, for I love you dearly and would be loathe to ever leave your side," he began diplomatically.

"Nicci, they do not come to you because they guard your secret.  Think on it.  You could demand to see the King of England and he will admit you, as will the powerful Duke of Buckingham, at any time night or day.  French royalty will entertain your visit at your request.  What chevalier's daughter could ever shoot so high?  Yet, they do not call on you directly, because they protect you.  Open visits invite open gossip. You know this.  Even the Queen is likely ignorant of the risk you present in taking over this kingdom completely.  You have played your hand brilliantly.  You have gained fame at court not by the secret company you keep, but by those who see a lady whose flame burns bright, who can dominate any social event and twist it into her own.  You have friends because of your wit.  You have friends because of your elan.  You have respect because of your herbal lore.  You have powerful friends because of your secret irresistibility to men in power.  And, admirers, of course, because you are often seen on the arm of of a kinsman that has his own irresistible allure to men in power and ladies alike."  He laughed to lighten the mood.

"I have charmed the Chief Minister of England, and brought him low.  I have influenced his greatest opponent, the grandest duke in the history of England, while gaining the respect of the greatest English duke of noble blood.  I married the most eligible lady at court and gained vast wealth and influence, making my own sister, a nobody at court, into a duchess and a lady in waiting to the Queen," he reminded her for a reason.  "Nicci, in our game of skipping stones, I have managed to ricochet the stone a dozen times -- an unheard of thing for a no good wastrel at court."  He smiled.

"I then unleashed upon the court my pride and joy ... a nobody French woman from a minor family of that nobody wastrel.  No one thought she would be so good at skipping stones.  Her charm and wit suggested she might be able to skip a stone four or five times, far better than most any courtier.  But, she has amazed a select group of the best stone skippers in the world, for she has won the hearts of all the men of power.  Even better, she did this while appearing humble, and being good-hearted, which is your greatest weakness," he advised.

"No one should be able to skip the stone more than a dozen times upon the water surface.  It is a miracle for me, but my cousin has a chance to skip it more than a dozen.  Does she doubt herself because so few flock to witness her skill, for the court has yet to fully appreciate her skill," he added with a knowing look.

"Nicci, let us truly skip stones in competition," he challenged.  "Let us march into this crowd and find a way to get you on board one of the yachts before it is too late.  Surely Kingston will accommodate, or Buckingham.  No other lady would be afforded the courtesy, for women are a curse to sailors," he laughed.  "Shall we play?  The time is short."

[Blackguard]

Toledo

Esteban accompanied his wife in her sedan chair.  She was becoming much more calm accepting conveyance in the sedan chair.  To her husband, calm was good.  He was not watching her every move, that was for others.  Instead, he was looking to play his role as the ambassador from Spain.  As such, when he noticed the Earl of Sunderland, who was the Northern Secretary, so bid his wife to enjoy her time with the Queen.  It would fall to Sophia to build a pro-Spanish view with the Queen and the ladies.  It would be for him to engage the men of importance in the realm.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Eleanor and Sophia

 

Mistress Bayning seemed genuinely pleased to see her. Sophia had been afraid that she might not remember her. Their conversation at the bakery with Catriona had been rather brief. “Thank you,” she said when the other lady complimented her sedan chair. “My lord husband obtained it for me. He is overly cautious, but I really do adore traveling like this. I hope he’ll let me keep it after the baby is born.” She would be glad when she could walk without pain, though perhaps she could use the chair occasionally, like when it was raining and she didn't want to get mud on her gown.

 

“I am well. Thank you for asking. This stage of pregnancy is uncomfortable and exhausting and I cannot wait until the baby is born. I will be going into confinement in a couple of weeks. I don’t dread it as I once did.

 

“How are you enjoying your first season at court?” Sophia smiled, remembering her own debut. She had been a grieving orphan thrust into a new country she knew little about and now she was the wife of the Spanish Ambassador, the lover of a Prince, and soon to deliver his first child. How far she had come!  And there was still so much to look forward to.  She hoped that Eleanor was enjoying court life as much as she did.

[Eleanor Bayning]

Sophia and Eleanor

Regarding the sedan char thoughtfully as Sophia explained that her husband had obtained it for her, thinking that it was a lovely gesture for his pregnant wife. "Surely he must let you keep it." She opined in little more than a whisper, her fan held near her face, not wanting to be overheard telling a man what to do. "What would be the sense in getting rid of it? And it looks to be such a convenience. Why, you might start a new fashion!" She whispered, quite enamoured of the idea herself. What if all the well bred ladies of court were to be carried about in these beautiful chairs, as a sign of their menfolks' care and esteem?

Lowering her fan to reveal a moue of concern and sympathy, Eleanor sought for something appropriate to say in light of Lady Toledo's revelation about her discomfort and the fact that she would be going into confinement soon. Perhaps she looked further along than she was, being so petite? Eleanor was hardly an expert on such things. "Perhaps you could use the time to organise the house as you see fit, and order a new wardrobe for after the birth?" She suggested. After all, with one's husband out and about on men's business, the house really became the domain of the wife. "I am sure it will be exciting to meet your child at last. And your husband will surely be proud. Is it your first?" She asked, thinking that Sophia looked barely older than herself; it made her feel more at ease with the blonde beauty. "Perhaps you husband might give you the chair as a gift, once the baby is born?" Especially if Sophia planted the idea with him ahead of time. 

Nothing was said of the risks of childbearing, of course. Children died all the time, especially newborns, and sometimes their mothers as well. It was their battle to face and their cross to bear, together with the pain of labour, and most women knew that well. Better to focus on the positives. "What do you think your husband will name the child?" She asked. 

The subject of conversation shifted to Eleanor herself and her debut. The girl blushed prettily and raised her fan demurely, a little shy at being asked by someone who had so clearly done well for herself since her own debut. "I did enjoy the opening event." She replied with a shy smile. "I met so many lovely people. That's been my experience generally." She admitted. "I was so nervous to come to court, but everyone has been so kind." Including Lady Toledo. "How did you find your first time at court?"

The King and the Duke of Buckingham - both of whom she could now recognise easily! - and all of their entourage had sallied forth through the crowds towards the waiting ships. The Queen's party however was yet to appear. 

 

 

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Louis and Nicolette

"…the talk for seasons to come?” Nicci repeated, bemused, “I don’t imagine any courtier here has a memory as diligent as that. No, more likely it shall be forgotten by tomorrow, when some other shiny thing captures their eyes. 

“Courtiers are like toddlers that reach out for the new thing, with their hands still full of the treat from a moment before.  If you give them what they want, the past treat is dropped to the floor, while rather than delight with their prize, they immediately turn their eyes to look for the next thing they want.”

Spying a possibly flat stone, Nicci pulled free her glove and crouched to prize it up from the damp earth. It went deeper than she’d hoped, was perhaps a bit to fat to skip well, but she collected it anyhow.

“They do not guard my secret, Louis; such implies care that I do not believe exists.”  Passing her stone to Louis, she bent to try to find another, “They ignore me because being ignored at court is the highest insult that is possible. There my darling, if you did not know that before, have I shocked you?”

Collecting up two more stones that might suit their activity, she gave him another smile. “But tell me more of your richoets, I shall want to do this too.”

Louis proposed attempting to get her aboard one of the yachts due to race.  The notion might have seemed fun to her not so long ago, but today… did not interest.

“What advantage would there be to that?” she asked him directly, “when all that I have done to date has gained me this much that we see here today.” She made a gentle gesture to where they stood removed from all others.

“No, my dear Cousin, why should I exert when the rewards are non-existent?  Let some other belle fall over themselves, and I shall watch with sadness at their foolishness snatching at moments that then vanish to the dust of memory.”

[Louis Killington]

It seemed as though she was in poor spirits because she sensed a change in the wind that had yet to arise.  "Oui, oui, they are like children," he agreed and cocked his arm parallel to the river.  The stone skipped but twice.  He shook his head in disappointment.

"When you crest a hill. dear one, it seems as though one can go no higher. Forgotten is the fact that the children are still at the bottom of the hill complaining that they have not advanced as far as you.  Meanwhile, adults like us seek a taller hill to climb."  He watched her cast again and looked for his own stone.

"If being ignored is the greatest insult, and it is if you are truly being ignored, which you are not, then what is the opposite?  The opposite is fame.  Fame can be seized by a daunting feat.  What could be more daunting than trying to secure an impossible place on a yacht?  If you succeed, even attempt it, you shall not be ignored cousin."  He cast a stone into the water without attempting to skip it.  "Seize the moment Nicolette.  The dust bin of history awaits those who surrender."  He tilted his head to hear the growing noise of the crowd.  "An audience awaits.  It is a ripe time to act ... or we can await another."

He was there to support her.  Louis had no agenda for the day, other than to see and be seen.  If she was not in the mood for a dare, then there would be other chances.  She had seized a moment on the ramparts but a couple of nights ago, leading everyone in celebration.  Perhaps she was tired.

 

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Eleanor and Sophia

 

Sophia’s blue eyes sparkled. “You might be right and it will become a popular mode of transportation. I shall use that idea to convince my husband to let me keep it.” Actually, she planned to ask Juan instead. When her beloved Prince said ‘Jump,’ Esteban’s response was ‘How high?’  He would do anything his master told him to.

 

She didn't expect Mistress Bayning to know much about confinement.  The young Countess had known next to nothing before she became pregnant. “I will have to stay in one room the entire time so I won’t be able to do any household organizing. I will have plenty to occupy myself, though. I insisted on bringing my harpsichord along, so I can play and sing, and all my art and embroidery supplies are there too. I also picked out a bunch of books to read.” Though she would have liked to mention planning the Art and Music Society she was creating with Lady Frances, she didn’t want to reveal their plans too soon. “There is even a small garden right outside the door.”

 

The subject of names came up, just as it had with Lady Frances. “We haven’t discussed it yet, but I will suggest that the name is one that is used in more than one culture with only slight variations, like my own, and yours as well.” She smiled. “My middle name is Eleanora.”

 

Sophia noticed the color that splashed across Mistress Bayning's cheeks. She had blushed a lot too when she first came to court. “It is normal to be nervous. I was too. I think it’s wonderful that you’re meeting so many nice people. It wasn’t so easy for me because I’m foreign. Sometimes I’m still told to go back where I cam from.”

 

She, too, saw the arrival of the King and the Duke. Hopefully, the Queen would be here soon.

 

“When I arrived at court, my lord father had recently passed away and I had been living in Venice with friends of his and learning to sing opera. Having no family left, my father chose English guardians for me, believing that I would find a good match in England since the King had recently married a German. Do you know Lord Kingston? He was one of my guardians. Now he is like a brother to me.

 

“I knew nothing about English culture and could barely speak the language. I made mistake after mistake after mistake. Though I made friends, I made enemies too. Some didn’t like me because I was foreign and others were jealous. While adjusting to my new circumstances, I was chosen to be the Queen of May, was asked to give a concert for the King, and the Queen gifted my voice, in the form of a song, to the King on his birthday. It was a very momentous season.”

 

And I met the love of my life but that’s something that I must keep secret.

 

“I hope your first season will be remarkable too.  It is something you will always remember.   If you ever need advice, just ask.” Mistress Bayning probably had friends who were more experienced at court than she … and English as well … but Sophia made the offer in all sincerity.

 

[Duncan Melville]

Duncan was late and he knew it. He had argued with his valet for a long time and, as usual, his valet had won. The Lowlander was dressed in steel gray brocade with burnt silver buttons and threading, blue diamonds in hand and cravat, and a midnight blue cape with black fur trimming. Ebony cane, bradsword, mourning ring, and black tricorn completed the ensemble.

As he arrived, he surveyed the place. There were some faces he recognized, but decided not to join. Instead, he directed his steps towards Frances Cavendish, who he had seen talking with the Hamiltons after church, and introduced himself. “Viscount de Melville in the Scottish peerage at your service, my lady”, he said as he bowed formally. “May I join you to watch the races?”

Edited May 24 by Duncan Melville
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[Eleanor Bayning]

Sophia and Eleanor

As the eldest of four surviving children, Eleanor knew more about confinement, birth and babies than many young women, her mother having gone through it many times. Alice Bayning might have been confined to her room - with it's balcony, books and tapestries - but that didn't stop her organising the house from there. That was what servants were for! But perhaps Sophia was looking forward to not having those responsibilities. "That sounds very pleasant and restful." She said, imagining having a large room of her own full of all the fine things a lady could want. Yes, it would be very pleasant. The addition of an admirable husband and an heir on the way just seemed to complete the perfect picture. Wasn't Sophia lucky!

The revelation that the pair shared a name drew a soft giggle from the girl. "Who'd have thought!" She said behind her fan. "And what an excellent idea. Then the child will be comfortable wherever they go." She nearly said 'wherever he goes' but there was always the possibility it would be a little girl. All men wished for a son and heir of course, but she'd always enjoyed her relationship with her mother. Her father had two sons now so was well provided for. 

Eleanor frowned slightly behind her fan when Sophia said that sometimes she was still told she should go back to where she came from. "Nonsense." She insisted quietly, her mouth behind her fan. "You are kind and excellent company. My mother would tell you to ignore those who say such things, they are simply jealous." Eleanor aspired to her mother Alice's confidence and poise. Sometimes she felt it, other times she felt like a child. She could only hope that it would grow with time and practice. 

"Lord Mountjoy did me the kindness of introducing me to Lord Kingston." Eleanor replied, thinking that Kingston must be older than he looked, if he was Sophia's guardian. "I am sorry about your father." And presumably her mother had already passed. "That must have been a very difficult time." At least Eleanor's parents were simply back in Sudbury, and she had her uncle Lord Grey here. The way Sophia told it, despite making some mistakes at court, she'd had a very momentous season. Singing for the King even. Twice! Eleanor would never presume to be so forward, but she supposed that one must be aware for opportunities. The Queen had asked to see her embroidery...

Sophia was so kind, offering her support and advice. "Thank you Lady Toledo." Eleanor said, genuinely touched. "I don't know if I want my season to be remarkable." She admitted quietly. "But I'm sure it will be memorable." She added with a shy smile. Hopefully for good reasons. 

"Do you know anything about those who will be racing?" She asked, curious. Eleanor had no funds of her own with which to wager, but she was still eager to watch. 

[King Charles II]

His Majesty bade farewell to the Queen as their parties separated. 

 

The King made his way to the punters that would take them all to their yachts. The Queen made her way to her platform.

 

His Majesty waved to the crowds and instructed, "I command you all to bet heartily and nothing under the table. This is to benefit our Navy after all. And to cheer most noisily." He was clearly in a cheerful mood, eager for some sport and competition. 

 

The racing order was then announced by a liveried herald. "The first race shall be the Margrave of Brandenburg-Ansbach and His Highness the Duke of York. The second shall be His Highness the Duke of Cumberland and Lord Camberwell. The third shall be His Grace the Duke of Buckingham against His Majesty the King. Bets can be placed until the start of each heat at the booth by the royal dais."

[Blackguard]

Lauderdale

The Duke of Lauderdale arrived at the race.  His wife was not at his side.  He seemed to be scanning the crowd for someone. He noted Duncan Melville speaking to Frances Cavendish and his eyes traveled onward. They fell at last upon Douglas FitzJames.  He was speaking with the Doolittle girl.  Was he attempting to court her?  Maitland would not approach until the Life Guard finished his conversation.

 

Baptist May

Seeing the Duchess of Norfolk heading his way, the Privy Purse attempted to melt into the crowd and make his way towards the royal dais.

 

Oxford and Burgoyne

Burgoyne had been looking for Nicolette but the French beauty was nowhere to be found.  He noted the German beauty Sophia de le Cerda, who looked ready to deliver at any moment.  His eyes fell on Eleanor and he asked Oxford "who is the lady with Lady Toledo?"  The old earl looked in that direction.  "I do not know.  Do you wish to meet her?"

[Raconteur]

Douglas and Ellen

She nodded her head in agreement adding that

"I remember a few times of eating in the out of doors but most were meals taken inside as was Proper."

"Yet I will hold firm to what I have said and so will appreciate this all the more!"

He drew a bit closer to say what he thought and she furrowed her brow was she heard it out.

"But Kingston is knowledgable of not only boats but of how they work   ...... so why then would he make use of a crew like that  .... unless he plans to lose deliberately."

"But he is not the type to do that or so I think. There must be something afoot but even with such a crew that could be a deception also right?"

"As to the Margrave - well if His Majesty is moving the pieces around the board what might be the reasonings?"

"So this then presents a dilemma ...."

It was then that the King and Queen arrived and they paused to listen as the racers were announced.

"So York against the Margrave

Duke of Cumberland against Lord Chamberwell

The King against Buckingham

Shall we play with the chances and odds of winning then?"

"And as you said I handle any money with a keen eye so I will not wager foolishly."

She smiled up at him enjoying the fresh air and his company.