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The Women of Windsor
Their Power, Privilege, and PassionsChapter OneMerry Mischief
I pity the man you marry
because you are so determined.
Lady Strathmore
to her daughter Elizabeth
Spring 1921
St. Paul's Walden Bury, Scotland
Elizabeth's blue eyes sparkled playfully as she regarded Bertie. "You spoil me," she teased. "You must know how I love proposals!" They were standing together under the giant oak at the bottom of her mother's garden, the fragrance of early-spring blossoms rising up around them.
Elizabeth's hapless suitor blushed furiously and stared at the ground. Prince Albert Bertie was slender bordering on frail, impeccable as always in his walking clothes. He was handsome in his own way, with a thin, kind face, and blond hair swept back to reveal a high forehead. He was sick with love for this wonderful girl, and while the warmth in her voice was unmistakable, he steeled himself for rejection.
He raised his eyes to Elizabeth's, and her face softened with regret. "I'm afraid not, Bertie," she said solemnly. "It just wouldn't do."
He couldn't ask didn't dare ask why it wouldn't do. In his mind it would do very well. In all of his twenty-five years on this earth, Bertie had never been conscious of wanting anything as much as he wanted Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon to be his wife.1
The second son of the King of England had been raised on a steady diet of protocol and duty, and his upbringing had never taught him to seek happiness. In his world the threads of obligation and joy were incompatible, with the former woven intohis lineage. Yet here was a woman who seemed to embody both strength and cheer.
Love gave Bertie courage. This was his second proposal; Elizabeth had turned down his first. Still, he was not ready to admit defeat. To do so would be to extinguish the light from his life.
Elizabeth Angela Marguerite Bowes-Lyon, who would one day become queen, was the ninth of ten children, and her older siblings often had occasion to complain that she was spoiled. Even her most outrageous antics provoked benevolent smiles rather than frowns of disapproval from their parents. In the age-old assertion of older children, they remarked that they could never have gotten away with such wildness when they were young. But even her competitive siblings had to admit that Elizabeth was a very easy child to spoil. Elizabeth was a natural charmer, with a sunny disposition, wide, antic eyes, and a dimpled smile. It was a quality that would earn her the fond nickname "Merry Mischief," given her by her mother, and win her the devotion of her people for nearly a century. As one family friend gushed, "To every lover of children she had about her that indefinable charm that bears elders into fairyland."2
Even so, the circumstances that led this high-spirited Scottish girl to England's throne could not have been imagined at the time of her birth, on August 4, 1900. With five brothers and three sisters ahead of her to claim her parents' attention, she might easily have had her light dimmed by the defining hierarchy of birth order. But some children are just special, and Elizabeth was one of these. Instantly becoming the household favorite, she was coddled and encouraged. She was affectionately called Princess, and friends who visited the family would curtsy to her as she held out her hand to be kissed.
While Elizabeth wasn't royalty, she wasn't exactly a commoner either at least, not in the usual understanding of the term. Her family was one of old, aristocratic Scottish lineage not filthy rich but rich enough, especially in land.
When Elizabeth was four, her paternal grandfather died and her father became the fourteenth Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne, inheriting Glamis Castle with its thousands of acres in the glens of Angus. Glamis Castle had been the family home of the Earls of Strathmore and Kinghorne since 1372, when Sir John Lyon was granted the thaneage of Glamis by King Robert II, and it was said to be the setting for Shakespeare's Macbeth.
Like any self-respecting medieval castle, Glamis was rife with turrets, spires, secret staircases, hidden passages, and ghosts. Tales abounded of the origins of these ghosts. The most famous was the Lady Glamis, whose sorry fate at the hands of the evil monarch James V was the stuff of legends. Lady Glamis was a woman of great beauty, much beloved by the people, but the king invented a charge of witchcraft and she was imprisoned and ultimately burned at the stake. Her ghost, known as the Gray Lady, was said to wander the castle corridors, never at rest.
The castle held many mysteries. For example, there was said to be a hidden room that no one had ever been able to find but that everyone believed existed deep inside a tower. Servants through the centuries claimed to have heard thuds and cries emanating through the walls, and there were rumors that the cries belonged to the "Glamis monster," a grossly deformed child born in 1700 and secreted away in the tower.
Elizabeth and her younger brother, David, her closest companion, found a magical aura along the shadowy cool passages of Glamis. Inveterate mischief makers, they were known to collaborate on horrific pranks; their favorite was to climb the stairs to the ramparts above the castle's entryway and douse arriving guests with "boiling oil" (actually, water), then race away laughing as the drenched visitors shrieked with alarm.
The Bowes-Lyon family was boisterous and happy, thanks to its matriarch. Cecilia Strathmore, thirty-eight when Elizabeth was born, was ebullient and high-spirited. Unusual in aristocratic circles, she was a doting mother who nursed her own children and encouraged a raucous, creative atmosphere. She loved culture, art, and music and was a brilliant gardener; the Italian Garden, which she designed, still blooms at the castle today. (This love of gardening was shared by her two youngest children throughout their lives; David would go on to study at Kew Gardens.)
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Their Power, Privilege, and Passions. Copyright (c) by Catherine Whitney . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.