There was no time to be lost. Now that it would be known that an unsuccessful attempt had been made to kidnap the King and his brother, and that the Queen was sheltering in Tantallan, an army would be sent to capture her.
She must escape into England; but dared she enter that country without first receiving permission from her brother to do so?
She had written to him of her dire need, but so far had had no reply. But to stay at Tantallan would be folly.
So early next morning Margaret and her party set out for the Border. Now that she knew her sons would have to be left behind in Scotland all the joy had gone out of the adventure, and everyone exclaimed at the Queen’s look of exhaustion.
Angus rode beside her, his handsome face somewhat sullen; and the party’s progress was necessarily impeded, for the Queen could not endanger the child she carried by traveling at greater speed.
It soon became clear that they could not go on, and as they were in the neighborhood of Coldstream Priory they decided they must rest there; and the Lady Prioress, who was related to Margaret’s Comptroller of the Household, did all in her power to make the Queen’s stay comfortable.
Messages had been sent into England that Henry might be made aware of his sister’s predicament and send that much desired invitation to his Court.
It was long in coming and meanwhile Margaret waited at Coldstream Priory.
What anxious days they were which Margaret spent at the Priory! The Lady Prioress made her welcome, but what comfort was there when every moment she must wonder how near her enemies were to the Priory and whether her brother would send that invitation before it was too late.
At last help came from England. Henry had sent a command to Lord Dacre to go to Coldstream and from there to escort his sister to his Castle of Morpeth, where she should remain for her confinement.
When Lord Dacre arrived at the Priory the birth was clearly very near, and it was deliberated which was the more dangerous: to face the strenuous journey in her state, or to remain and risk capture by Albany’s forces.
Margaret herself made the decision. “I would rather put myself at my brother’s mercy than that of my enemies in Scotland,” she said.
So the tedious and dangerous journey began.
Lord Dacre, as one of the lords of the North of England who, so far from the Court often made their own laws, was an arrogant man with a profound distrust and hatred of the Scots. He implied that he was ready to serve the Queen because she was an Englishwoman, but he was going to be very wary of her Scottish companions.
He told the Queen that Queen Katharine had sent comforts for her — clothes and goods which she would need for her confinement — to Morpeth, and these were awaiting her there; there were also letters from her sister-in-law who, having herself suffered the rigors of childbearing, was anxious that Margaret should face the ordeal as comfortably as possible.
So Margaret set out from Coldstream but, before she had gone very far, it became clear that she would not be able to complete the journey to Morpeth.
Dacre made a quick decision. They were not far from the Border fortress of Harbottle, and he decided they must halt there. Harbottle, being one of the English fortresses immediately on the Border, Dacre was determined no Scotsman should enter it. Therefore the Queen must say goodbye to her husband and all her friends who had accompanied her while she stayed in the fortress.
Fainting with exhaustion and already beginning to feel the first pains, Margaret knew that for the sake of the child she must have immediate shelter; so she allowed herself to be taken in, there to be tended by strangers.
She was scarcely aware of this for her agony had begun and, as was usual with her, her labor was long and painful.
Two days later, on October 5, she gave birth to a daughter whom she decided to call after herself. The Lady Margaret Douglas was a healthy child and, in spite of the trials which had preceded her birth, seemed as if she would survive.
For days Margaret was too ill to understand where she was; and when a gentleman of her brother’s bedchamber, Sir Christopher Gargrave, called at the castle with letters from Queen Katharine, Margaret could only hold them in her hands, for she was too ill to read them.
“I could not bring the stuffs Her Grace the Queen sent to Your Grace,” Sir Christopher told her. “There are too many robbers in the Border country, and the articles would never have made the journey from Morpeth to Harbottle in safety. But when Your Grace is well enough to leave Harbottle for Morpeth, you will find them waiting for you there.”
Margaret smiled her thanks, but she was too weak to care.
At that time she believed she would never leave Harbottle.
Slowly she began to recover, but then suffered so painfully from sciatica that she was unable to move from her apartment, and it was not until November was nearing its end that she left Harbottle for Morpeth.
When she arrived at Morpeth Castle Margaret suffered a relapse. All the excitement and uncertainty which had been hers at this difficult time had been too much for her; not only had she suffered from a difficult confinement but continually she worried as to the fate of her little sons.
She believed that, had they escaped with her, her high spirits would have helped her to regain her health; as it was she was sunk in wretchedness and forebodings of evil.
The ghosts of those other little Princes in such similar circumstances continued to haunt her; and as she lay in her sickbed at Morpeth it seemed to her — and those about her — that she would never leave it.
Angus, with the rest of her friends who had escaped into England with her, was allowed to come to her at Morpeth; and Dacre was inclined to view Angus with tolerance because his master Henry VIII did not disapprove of the young man. Angus, however, was far from happy. Continually he wondered why he had allowed himself to be caught up in such troubles. He believed that Albany would confiscate his estates; and he had no wish to live as an exile in England.
He often thought too of Jane Stuart. His conscience had never really ceased to trouble him about her; and because she was gentle and had loved him so much, he was sure that if he could go to her and explain, she would understand the predicament he was in and how, with the Queen desiring him so ardently, and his family desiring the marriage with equal ardor, he had been in no position to refuse it.
But he had not been happy — apart from those first weeks — though he need not tell Jane about those. Each day when he went to see Margaret she seemed more wan, more exhausted. His little daughter was flourishing so he need not worry about her; she had nurses to look after her now that they were at Morpeth, and all the good things which kind Queen Katharine had sent for her were being used.
There was no need for him to remain at Morpeth. Albany had written to Margaret that if she would return to Scotland she should enjoy all the benefits of her dower lands; and might take part in the guardianship of her children, provided she did not wish to take them from Scotland. Her friends should not suffer for the part they had played in her escapade.
It was that last sentence which appealed to Angus. He wanted to go back to Scotland, to live in peace on his estates, to go to Jane Stuart and explain to her why he had done what he had.
And why should he not return?
Surely if he did he could make matters easier for Margaret. The idea tormented him so much that he began to make plans.
That was a miserable Christmas for Margaret. Not only was she ill in body and disturbed in mind, and living in Morpeth Castle when she longed to go south to her brother’s Court, but terrible news was brought to her.