A Second Try (November 1420)
It would soon later come out that Antoine requested to be brought to Paris, presumably hoping he would find better treatment with the Armagnacs than with his own brother. But his carriage, guarded by Hollander men at arms, had scarcely left the borders of Holland when it came under attack from an unknown party. Antoine was found slain, along with dozens of her own men.
The assassination infuriated Jacqueline. She would not shed a tear for her once betrothed, but she had ordered his release as a show of mercy, hoping the Brabantian nobility would not see her as a tyrant. Now with many people suspecting her of having secretly ordered the killing, her situation worsened dramatically, and the slanderous rumors were only encouraged by Austrian diplomats across Europe. Only with the utmost diplomatic skill would Jacqueline avoid a general Brabantian uprising.
Seeking legitimacy and a way to silence her critics, Jacqueline began a diplomatic offensive. She threw lavish parties for dignitaries, used honeyed words, and if that failed to seal the deal, she turned to her late father's favorite tactic... outright bribery. Even after the ruinous expenses of the War for Hollander Independence, her coffers were still brimming, and trade remained brisk and quite profitable. Gold has a way of adding weight to one's protestations of innocence, and thankfully Jacqueline found herself vindicated in the court of public opinion in the places she needed most.
By 1418, Jacqueline was crowned Duchess of Holland in a ceremony attended by her two most powerful allies, John the Fearless of Burgundy, and Erik VII Gryf, also known as Erik of Pomerania, King of Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Also in attendance were envoys of the regent council for England, after Henry V had died and left his throne to a three year old boy. Austria and several smaller German states issued several insulting letters and protests, citing the fact that Holland had no claim to Brabant's lands, much less to being a Duchy. But Vienna was still being rebuilt after the vicious sacking by the Hungarians, and Armagnacs in Paris remained strangely silent, so no one in Europe seemed likely to challenge the bloc of powers that Jacqueline had engineered to back her claims.
Ruling Brabant proved challenging. In the end, she had been forced to concede on several points, including elevating three Brabantian nobles to her five man council, in an effort to prove her sincerity in integrating them into the duchy rather than ruling over them. She maintained Ser Jan as Captain of the Guard, and she knew her Minister of Finance and Trade must be a Hollander, as the Brabantian nobility was inherently hostile towards the burgers and free trade principles that made Holland so powerful. That left the positions of Spy Master, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and Archbishop all in the hands of her once betrothed's countrymen. A precarious situation indeed.
The events in Friesland also bear some mention at this point. Friesland was theoretically under the control of Holland after the army of John I of Holland (1284 - 1299) defeated the Frieslanders in 1297. But over the 120 years interim, the control had waxed and waned. Jacqueline's father had proven reluctant to intervene in the Friesland Civil War, which only emboldened the eventual victors. By the time Jacqueline reigned in her own name, the Frieslanders didn't even bother to give lip service to Hollander control over their territory.
By 1418, the conflict had more or less petered out. Of the two factions, the Vetkopers, had scattered but not fully defeated their opponents, the Schieringers. They crowned one of the prominent nobles, Sjoerd Wyarda, as their ruler, naming him Count of Friesland, and his wife Claire (Claer) was elevated to the status of Countess. Sjoerd died barely more than a year later, leaving his lands to his only son Conrad (Koenraad), who was only fifteen. The Schieringers began to stir, and armed conflict was threatening to bubble up once more, but in 1420, an uneasy peace still reigned.
November 25th, 1420
Jacqueline walked briskly towards the council chamber, her royal guards flanking her to either side. Time had filled out her girlish frame, and though she was still not tall, her age of nineteen years saw her develop the features of a woman and a monarch.
"Ah, my Duchess... back from Friesland so soon?"
She was surprised to see one of her councilors heading the opposite direction. "Gaspar..." she said by way of greeting, giving the Spymaster a nod.
"How did the negotiations go with the Frieslanders?"
"I'm surprised you haven't heard already," she teased lightly.
He had the grace to give her a mockingly ashamed look. "I would never spy on you, my lady."
A bald faced lie. She spotted the Brabantian man's agents on her heels the entire trip. There was nothing inherently sinister about him keeping tabs on her during the trip... but the Spymaster was something of an enigma to her. She had chosen him because he was the most cunning and trustworthy of a bad lot, yet even after three years, she had not decided how far she could trust him. He was competent enough at his job as far as it went in advancing the Duchy’s interests, but she was confident he held secrets back from her when it suited his needs.
"In any event, Gasper, I'm pleased to report that my mission was successful. Lady Claire was quite accommodating, and has agreed to my marriage proposal with her son, Count Conrad."
She was more than pleased to see the look of genuine shock on her Spy Minister's face. "You said you were going to negotiate a trade agreement..."
"I did, but the subject of marriage came up, and we ended up coming to an accord." It was difficult to prevent an unkind smirk from surfacing.
"Lord van Swieten will... not be pleased." Gaspar looked troubled.
Jacqueline looked like she had tasted sour wine. "Luckily for me then that I am Duchess, and not him."
The short minister's eyes flickered rapidly back and forth at the ground. "Well then, my lady, I must beg your leave. I have no desire to be here when you break that morsel of news, and I am expected in Brussels."
"Another conspiracy against me?" she sighed.
"Men are always faithless, and thusly your loyal Spymaster's work is never done."
"Be gone with you then," she said, not unkindly. "I expect you'll return for the marriage? It will within the month, before the Mass of Christ."
"I shall endeavor," he replied with a tight smile.
He shuffled away in that odd way of his, and Jacqueline made her way into the council chamber with a shake of her head.
"You did
WHAT?"
She could feel Ser Jan, at her left, bristle at the outburst. She gazed levelly at the man across the table who had shouted. Lord Roeland van Swieten was not an attractive man. Intimidating once, perhaps, but the years had added many pounds of weight to the once general's frame, and his red face and many chins were little improved by his churlish personality. Jacqueline had brought him onto the council because he had been one of the first Brabantian lords to have openly declared for her, during the closing days of the war. But she had quickly realized his opportunism did not translate into loyalty.
Still, he was far too influential and dangerous to offend by withdrawing the offer of a seat on the council. Reasoning that it was better to keep her enemies close, she had struggled to find a place for him. He had angled to get Ser Jan's job, Master of the Guard, but when she had point blank refused him, he had settled for Minister of Foreign Affairs. The position had been chosen for him by virtue of elimination... there had been only two remaining open seats on the council, and he was only marginally less qualified to be a Spymaster. The man was by no means a diplomat either, though, and Jacqueline frequently went over his head and conducted negotiations by herself, leaving only the most mundane tasks. This was one of those times.
"I agreed with Lady Claire of Friesland that I would marry her son, Count Conrad," she repeated.
He turned so red, she half hoped he would have an aneurysm right there. "Did you hear none of my council regarding your marriage?"
"On the contrary, I heard every word. You believe I need to ensure our protection by marrying the son of a ruler of a strong nation, such as the Burgundians, England, France, Bavaria, or Denmark. Failing that, you wished me to marry a Brabantian noble, to show my sincerity in the joining of our two lands. Someone like... you, perhaps?" She failed to erase all of the disdain from her voice.
He didn't bother to deny it. "You are young yet, and a woman." He complained, as if that was all the explanation needed. "You need a man's strong hand for guidance. I don't deny that I would be a good candidate."
"Strange..." she pondered, tiring of their word games.”I admit I am a woman, but I seemed to do alright without your wisdom when I conquered Brabant out from under you."
The young duchess hadn't thought he could turn a brighter shade of red, yet he did, and looked to throw his wine at her, but the priest in elaborate robes to van Swieten's right raised his hand. "Now now..." Archbishop Fredrick rasped. He was the third of the three Brabantian councilors. An ancient man, nearly eighty, his voice was like dry paper. "We gain nothing by fighting amongst ourselves."
Lord Roeland's eyes shot daggers at the priest. "What do we gain by this marriage?"
The man of the cloth steepled his fingers. "Conrad has no other siblings, so by the grace of God, Lady Jacqueline's and his children will inherit Friesland and add its lands into the Duchy..."
The lord waved his pudgy fingers. "A few docks and a giant marsh filled with frogs and flies. She's traded her chastity away for a beggar’s price."
It took all her restraint not to chuck her own wine at him. "Perhaps, my lord, but it is mine to pledge, and pledge it I have," she said with a resigned finality. "Are there any other issues you wish to discuss?"
He leaned back in his seat heavily. "No. Suddenly I am struck by a great weariness. Will you grant me leave to retire for the evening?"
"Of course."
She watched him struggle out of his chair and waddle away, her heart heavy.