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Okay not gonna lie: The main reason I wanted to do this comic was because I couldn’t get the picture of England all, “GRRRR,” out of my head. And it’s based on fact, actually—during the reception for Mary’s and Francis’s wedding, the English ambassador just watched on pretty, “Kfkajfrarrrrr,” at all the happiness, and at the marital tie that Scotland and France now possessed.
As for the wedding itself, Mary’s crown was so heavy, people had to hold it in place on her head, and finally just take it off. Stress! They - Mary and Francis - married on 24 April, 1558, which made Francis the king consort of Scotland. Mary was 15, making Francis 14, and both were happy. That makes me happy! But then, when you’re that old, you like anyone who likes you, so. But they were happy regardless. :)
Not touched on in these happier/lighter comics is the rest of the Guise family. They’re up to some stuff, and it’s not all good. :( They will be addressed though. SO FEAR NOT!
I combined last comic’s and this one together, cuz they don’t have much that you can’t find in any of the other links, but here.
If there are any truths you will always find about Mary, of which there is virtually no argument:
This conversation legitimately happened you guys, oh my God.
So Mary finally arrives after a two-month journey from Roscoff to Saint-Germain, where she will meet the royal family. I mean, she’s gonna be marrying the dauphin, she may as well meet him, right? So Mary goes to the nursery, and starts playing with Francis (the dauphin). Francis was a year younger than Mary, and sickly, but he and Mary were getting along really, really well. Like, amazingly well. As in the French court was a-twitter like cupids; that’s how well they got along.
The queen of France was Catherine de Medicis (Italian), and if anything, she loved her children; whatever ill acts she did or did not commit, it’s usually brushed to the side with the excuse that it was for her children. So Catherine walks in on this energetic little girl playing with her sick and timid littler boy, and it’s—well. Just read the comic. This little in-law stuff continues.
So upon landing in France and being surrounded by fancy things instead of rougher things, Mary is in love, and soon forgets that grey, rainy island for this beautiful and … fancy place. And it. Is. Sad. Arriving, Mary only knew her native language. Scots. She picked up enough French to communicate with kids her age on her way to Saint-Germain, and in her lessons she also learned Latin, Spanish, Greek, and Italian. She never forgot her Scots, but for the rest of her life, Mary preferred to communicate in French, even when she was in Scotland, and spell her name ‘Marie’. Mary was really smart, extremely devout in her religion (Catholicism), and was skilled in several arts.
Girl’s pretty awesome. Why, you could almost say she’s a Mary Stu
art. Yeah I’m done. That—that was bad.
(Links next comic!)
I could seriously write so much on this moment alone, but as this is just a moment in time, the comic itself is far more character-driven. Which isn’t a bad thing! But now you gotta read! (Oh no….)
So let’s do a quick thang on the Auld Alliance! The Auld Alliance is the Franco-Scottish alliance officially borne in 1295, on February 23rd, though there was trade and cooperation as early as the 9th century. It was an agreement to help the other against England whenever England decided to act up against one of them. They both certainly helped each other, don’t get me wrong! But it seems like Scotland was always far more ready to help France out, no matter what, whereas France was a little more ~floof~ about it. (Shut up, floof is a word.) I’d continue on, but if you don’t already know about it, you may spoil yourself. ;) So I’ll keep quiet on the rest for right now.
You remember the last comic, right? Mary of Guise fell under attack, and told Scotland to, “Get her out.” (If not, you have to go refresh your memory!) So this comic takes place in Dumbarton, and France has come to pick Mary up from Scotland. (Quick recap: England’s waging war to force Scotland to hand Mary over so she can marry his king, and work towards taking control of Scotland.)
It’s very sad, but has its amusing moments!
So now it’s 28 July, 1548. There were a ton of tears – in the actual event! – between Mary, who was quite loved throughout Scotland as far as I can tell, and her mother. By ‘a ton’ I mean a ton. I may be wrong, but I think I read somewhere that Mary of Guise was crying so hard, they had to pull her back from Mary and take her away. (Can you blame her, though? Mary of Guise was losing her only daughter, after the death of all of her children before Mary.) I think the only thing that really comforted her was that Mary was going to France – Mary of Guise’s home country – and would be watched over by her uncles. (Which is a whole other story on its own.)
But more amusingly, you gotta hand it to little Mary. As a queen (five years old though she may have been), she had her own little group of Ladies in Waiting, right? They were all named Mary: Seton, Beaton, Livingstone, and Fleming. Popular name, huh? (Fun fact: The English ‘Mary’ - French version being ‘Marie’ - actually comes from the Icelandic ‘Maer’ which means virgin or maid.) So she and her Ladies board the ship, but don’t even get to take off right away due to storms. Aside from boredom from being on a ship for a week without going anywhere, Mary was unaffected; according to letters from de Brezé to Mary of Guise, Mary was the only one on the ship who wasn’t sea-sick. In fact, she was running around and making fun of everyone else. Oh, Mary.
Letters from de Brezé to Mary of Guise. It takes a bit of reading/scrolling/hunting, but they’re there!
Scotland’s ‘Auld Alliance’ with France, by Elizabeth Bonner. PDF of the whole book. o_o I think.
Bienvenue, mes amis, à Aubigny-sur-Nère ! THIS PLACE IS SO COOL. I WANNA GO.
I may have mentioned it before, but I also recommend the biography of Mary Stuart by Antonia Fraser!
Aww yissss. WE ARE WHERE I WANTED TO BE IN JUNE, WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN.
Okay. Ahhh, sorry—I’m so excited, I’m just bouncing around everywhere okay composure I have it I swear. The beautiful lady you see up there with Scotland is none other than the amazing Mary of Guise, herself! Widow to King James V, and mother of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. This lady’s pretty cool, but that’s evident. Here’s the info you need:
(Side note: It wasn’t initially called the Rough Wooing. Instead, it was ‘coined’ in a way by George Gordon, 4th Earl of Huntly in Jean de Beaugué’s Histoire de la guerre d’Écosse pendant les campagnes 1548 et 1549 [History of Scottish War in 1548 and 1549], translated by Mr. Patrick Abercromby in 1707: “We lik’d not the manner of Wooing, and we could not stoop to be Bully’d into Love.”)
As the title of the comic gives away, this is based on the Siege of Haddington, in 1548. Before the English took over the area, this is what happened. (Yes, this is English.)
Now, I couldn’t understand all of it, but this is what I got from the middle and following paragraphs:
”On Monday, before going on to Edinburgh, the Queen (Mary of Guise) came around from behind the church to see the town. From the town came [firepower/cannon fire] and killed and injured many of those around her, likely 16 men, of one estimation. The queen was greatly upset, crying. Pedro Strozzi was shot through the thigh, his bone shattering.
”The Queen went soon after to Dumbarton to see the young Queen off.”
It is this attack, that Mary of Guise experiences first-hand, that confirms what she needs to do to protect her daughter; a mother will do anything to protect her child, and in this case, my friends, that is to get the wee queen Mary Stuart out of Scotland…
…And on her way to France.
Bit of a different approach on the Rough Wooing. Henry VIII is scary. :(
Hamilton Papers: 1543-1590; page 603 (this is where the passage above is from)
Mary, Queen of Scots, biography, by Antonia Fraser
A picture of the siege. /o/
The quote by Gordon, page 52.
Oh look—their pj’s. 8D
Lmao, England. “NOT The Red Cross.” England would make a good medico.
They’re pretty adorbs, aren’t they?
Just as a quick note: This topic is seriously some serious business. Unfortunately, this is one of the easiest ways to present in just one strip. (Though the boys are adorable in their pj’s. You can’t see it, but we gave Ireland shamrock-patterned pj’s. |D)
As I’ve said before—Irish history is something that takes patience. So in these comics and info sections, I know there are bits of information missing. However: I don’t feel comfortable including every single little thing. There is a ton of s t u f f for all of this, and I don’t want to overwhelm and confuse you. So, I tried to keep this short, sweet, and simple. Uh. Tried.
So as we know, during the Irish War for Independence, there were also clashes between Catholics in Ireland and Protestants in Northern Ireland. After the war, the religious clashes also died down, but they were by no means over. Though, it wasn’t just religion that caused the two to fight. There were economic differences between them, as well as political (which, sadly, was also because of religion). Northern Ireland was actually quite well-off, whereas Ireland … wasn’t. So … woohoo.
Don’t forget that Northern Ireland was not 100% Protestant! There was still a small handful of Catholics, but they were a definite minority. They didn’t receive quite the same, uh, liberties Protestants did. So in the late 1960’s, things in N. Ireland culminate, and explode.
I often say, “Man! Wouldn’t it be awesome to live in this time and experience this first-hand?!” but I have absolutely [ZERO] desire to experience The Troubles. Imagine the violence everywhere. More than military or political, civilians were usually the victims; civilians that didn’t really have much to do with anything, other than being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Things were horrible—security checkpoints going into a grocery store, and being subjected to full-body searches. Uh, I purposefully pick the non-body scan line at the airport. There would be no way I’d be going grocery shopping in Belfast. Come on; who really needs milk and bread?
This went on for 30+ years (with small sporadic ‘attacks,’ if that’s what you wanna call ‘em, happening even within the last 2 or 3 years), and over 3,000 people have died, more than half being civilians. It’s so bad, some have said that the psychological effects pretty much mirror those of Londoners’ during the Blitz in WWII. That’s … pretty bad, you guys. :(
The comic here takes place in the late 1990’s, when things started calming down. (There’s no specific year, mostly because it’s just hard to pinpoint the ‘end’ y’know?) Norn’s got a bit of a fever, and his brothers are fretting over him—he’s really the only brother, after all, that can get along with all of them. Basically, what England and Ireland are talking about: In the Anglo-Irish Agreement (such an original title…), the UK and the (by now) Republic of Ireland would both have a say in Northern Irish politics. The time of the comic and the date of the signing of the agreement (1985) are more than a decade apart. My goal here, though, is for you to get information.
Oh, also! FYI. The PM of the UK at the time was Margaret Thatcher. There’s a movie coming out soon, The Iron Lady, starring Meryl Streep, about Ms. Thatcher. I can’t wait to see it, and I hope they touch on this. We’ll have to see. :)
I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE NEXT COMIC. *____*
CONTINUING ON FROM LAST TIME!!
What we see here is, kinda, the end of the Irish War for Independence. That paper England is handing over to Ireland is the Anglo-Irish Treaty. (I’d like to take this quick moment to point out that the Irish War for Independence was also known as the Anglo Irish War, and the (Black and) Tan War.)
What it essentially did was—hmm. The problem with the treaty was—nngh. Okay, good things out of the way, first: Ended the war. Yay! Provided the possibility of an autonomous Northern Ireland. Yay! Reduced number of British troops in Ireland. Yay! Ireland was no longer part of the UK. Yay! Everybody is as happy as a duck on a floaty. Yeah, that’s sarcasm. The, “Eh,” things: Ireland would no longer be part of the UK, but it was still part of the British Dominion, with the British Monarch still its Head of State. Ireland would also pay proportional debt to Britain from the war. So the kinda-dick-moves-but-should-have-been-expected-because-that’s-just-how-wars-and-treaties-work-and-we-have-to-get-used-to-it things: Britain would still control ports for security purposes. Ehh. The treaty would stand superior in Irish law.
The treaty would stand superior in Irish law. What this meant was that no matter what happened, this treaty would stand above anything. :| Wow.
So the really super crappy thing about this treaty was that it was signed by Irish plenipotentiaries, which is just a really big word that means “[Irish] dudes are gonna sign this without having to reference their superiors shit is gonna go down oh my god it is not going to be pretty.” Though there’s no comic for it, I’ll just say that it was because of this (rather, pro-treaty supporters and anti-treaty supporters) that Ireland was met with a civil war between 1922-1923. (Spoiler alert: The people who didn’t like the treaty lost the war.)
BUT back to Norn because I love him and he’s adorable and growing up.
Now. I didn’t really get a feel for how the people of Northern Ireland felt about becoming an autonomous nation within the UK, but considering that they took up the offer within two days - out of 30 - I think it’s safe to say they were just fine with stickin’ with the UK. And for understandable reason. (I say this only for the sake of the era.)
Remember how Ulster Plantation was settled by Scotland and England? Those who did go to Ulster were largely Protestant. People in Ireland were generally Catholic. So ideas clashed, culture clashed—not very pretty. Not to say that there weren’t any Catholics in Northern Ireland, or Protestants in Ireland, because … there were. Just not a huge amount.
Leading into the following comic, it is my opinion that, and this may just be the hopeless and idealistic American within me talking, we should never have to live in a world where we fear being hated or discriminated against for our race, creed, language, size, sexuality—the list goes on. After all of these amazing civil rights advancements, all over the world, in the 20th century, you would think that hey, people might start getting along, right?
Oh; it is a very naïve thought.
(I’d like to point out that I am one of those naïve people.)
Oh look! Links!
A quick, small video that touches on something I didn’t cover. It’s got some pretty cool background music, and footage. *A*
Some important people giving some info and their opinions on the times!
Stay tuned for an important Public Service Announcement!
AANNNND WE’RE BACK! Didja miss us? No worries, we’ve not forgotten you—life just kinda attacked us at the most inopportune times. School and work, contests, deadlines, vacations. These have been waiting to be shown to everyone, and now they’re getting their chance. (Just some FYI, the next couple strips will be released slowly, once a day to every two days.) Anyway, on with this comic!
Ahh, the double-edged sword.
To be fair, there is my own twist on this one. Honestly, guys, I was turning pages in my library books and webpages, and after a few hours went, “What.” SO. To spare you guys headaches, I’m keeping this one as to-the-point as absolutely possible, and without terms that haven’t been used in the comics. (Such as Sinn Fein and IRA. If you know what they are, cool. If you don’t, it’s okay; I promise. You don’t need to know them to understand the bare basics of what’s going on. We are not judging you! :)
BASICALLY. Ireland, while doing what was in their best interest, never really wanted to be part of the United Kingdom. And you know? Good on ‘em; fighting for what you believe in is a highly-valued trait we like to support, right? Right! Thing is, if you’re fighting a war for anything, you gotta have the right provisions. You have to have enough food, enough ammo/supplies/weapons, and people. Sadly, it was for lack of these things that began to bring the Irish War for Independence to a halt.
Key word in that last sentence? Began.
While they were indeed hurting badly for those things, and it was looking Entirely Not That Great, the people in England were tired of the war. Granted, I don’t think they truly understood what was going on. You live in a First World nation, and you can’t really imagine war being fought downtown, can you? (Granted it was in Ireland and not in England.) But at the same time, that ignorance doesn’t matter when your husband, son, uncle, friend, whomever is going across the Irish Sea to ‘fight.’ You don’t want them there! Who does, amirite? So the English people are complaining and are very Do Not Want, but then they see just how … destructive the war is. Like, literally destructive, and bloody, and it’s being fought by a very driven Ireland.
So the English offer up a truce, basically. They know just what buttons to press, but that puts the Irish in a Super Awkward Position. They can surrender, but that means losing. Or, they can keep fighting—but they’d still, ultimately, end up losing. (Lack of supplies, men, etc.) So this truce is brought up and it’s known as the Anglo-Irish Treaty, which is great and all, but only in that it brings the war to an end. By … definition, I guess.
But that’s a story for the next strip. :) (Including links!
Damn you, Chrome, losing my tabs….)
So this is gonna be super summed up, because when it comes to Ireland, there is a lot of information about the smallest things. So you can imagine how much information there is for larger, ah, events. (As a side-note, we just chose generic uniforms for this. Any opinions?)
Cue Easter Rising, 1916. Summed up: Ireland wasn’t happy with being a part of the United Kingdom, so those who wished for Ireland’s independence (remember the Irish Rebellion comic? yup) decided to get England’s attention. In a very flashy and … bloody way. (I’ve determined that it is virtually impossible to do anything progressive in the British Isles without there being some kind of bloodshed.)
For this, in 1916 (and 1917 in the comic, of course) was, of course, the Great War (World War I). Ireland had actually been giving Great Britain so much trouble, that Germany was actually thankful that they may not join the war, and make it easier for them (the Germans). Of course, as we know, that … didn’t happen.
This particular, violent upset lasted from Easter Monday, the 24th, to the following 30th, in 1916. The comic takes place in 1917, after the uprising, but there was violence going on here and there. You know. Nothing bad. 8|b (Uh, that’s sarcasm, right thurr.) This event, along with several others, were precursors to the Irish War of Independence. (The actual war didn’t start of 1919, though.)
There’s only so much information I can give you in this comic without totally confusing you as to which way is up, I’m not even kidding. More shall be explained next month with the continuation of the Irish War of Independence! 8D
EEEE ISN’T HE ADORABLE I JUST WANNA. HUG HIM.
He’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cuuuute.
SO ULSTER PLANTATION!! You can basically say that Ulster Plantation was the ‘birth’ of ‘Northern Ireland.’ Different ‘culture’, and all, I suppose? Now, as I’ve mentioned previously, Northern Ireland isn’t actually a country until much much later.
But hey, America was around as a kid and wasn’t a country yet, so there ya go; there’s my reasoning. That’s all this comic is really doing? Northern Ireland is important, and I feel it’s often overlooked, much like Wales. :( Plus, we have to introduce him some time, right??
Well, that said, there are really no links for this that you can find in that Giant List of Links from the last comic about Ulster Plantation.
(Extra: The year in the tags is just my own estimation of when Northern Ireland, the character, may have actually appeared.)