Queen Elizabeth Tudor:  Journey to Gloriana (The Legendary Women of World History Series, book 4)

Queen Elizabeth Tudor: Journey to Gloriana (The Legendary Women of World History Series, book 4)

by Laurel A. Rockefeller

ISBN: 9781516909636

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Queen Elizabeth Tudor is known as "Gloriana" after her small fleet of agile ships defeated the Spanish Armada's 131 galleons in the English Channel on 6 August 1588. But how did this happen and why is the late Elizabethan era the "Golden Age?" In this beautiful creative non-fiction biography you'll meet Elizabeth as you have never met her before. Whether you are a fan of the Tudor dynasty or this is your first time exploring English history, you will gain valuable insights into the mind of one of perhaps the most legendary woman of world history. Features six medieval and Elizabethan songs.

Sample Chapter

Excerpt from Chapter One:  Lady Elizabeth

“Summer is a-coming in; loudly sing cuckoo. Groweth seed and bloweth mead and springs the wood anew. Sing cuckoo! Ewe bleateth after lamb. Calf loweth after cow, bullock starteth, buck farteth.  Merry sing cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo! Well singest thou cuckoo. Nor cease thou never now!” sang the seven year-old Princess Elizabeth as she played the lute.  Wandering the halls of Hatfield house in Hertfordshire, she strolled confidently into the bright sunlit room where she noticed a strange boy she had never met before, “Who are you?”

The boy stood up and bowed, his dark brown hair contrasting sharply with Elizabeth’s red-gold locks, “I am called Robert, Robert Dudley, at your highness’ service!”

Elizabeth curtsied politely, “It is a pleasure to meet you Robert.  Are you here to learn with me?”

“Yes I am,” affirmed Robert.

“Quid libenter discit?” asked Elizabeth in Latin fluently.

“Mathematica Astronomia,” replied Robert less fluently.

“Et transferre non placet in Anglicam Latina sumus?” asked Elizabeth in Latin with a showy grin.

“No!” laughed Robert. “Wow, you are good at that!  How old are you?”


“I am eight years old.”

“Why don’t you like translating back and forth between Greek, Latin, and English?  I find it fun—like solving a puzzle!”

“And you play the lute!” observed Robert.

“Yes.  Did you hear me sing too?”

“You have a beautiful voice, Your Highness.”

“No one is around; you may call me Lady Elizabeth if you like.”

“Thank you Lady Elizabeth.  May I ask you a personal question?”

“If you like.”

“Do you hate your sister Mary?”

“I do not know Mary very well, actually.  She has her own house and her own court. I heard that when I was a baby and my mum was queen she was very cross at me because of my mum.  Her mother and my mother hated each other—partly over religion and partly because of the way father treated them.  Now that the king has his son and heir though we find we are both the same:  neither of us are princesses anymore.  She is simply ‘Lady Mary’ and I am simply ‘Lady Elizabeth.’  As a matter of fact you are probably wealthier than I am.  The king does not care about me anymore.  I’m a nobody!”

Robert took her hand, “I don’t think you are a nobody.”

“That is very nice of you to say,” smiled Elizabeth shyly.

“Do you think we could be friends?” asked Robert.

“I would like that!” smiled Princess Elizabeth.


Several months later a messenger battled a raging thunderstorm to arrive at Hatfield house.  Interrupting Lady Elizabeth and Lord Robert’s dance class, the messenger bowed respectfully, “My lady, I come from London with news.”

“What news?” asked Princess Elizabeth.

“I regret to inform you that your step-mother Catherine Howard was executed two days ago on Tower Green,” replied the messenger.

Elizabeth squeezed Robert’s hand, allowing him to steady her, “That is ill news indeed.  She was kind to me and loved me as the kinswoman she was.  Why did she die?”

“Adultery, my lady.”

“That is the same reason my mother was executed—falsely I know.”

“And for that I am sorry,” sympathized the messenger. “It is well known that the charges against your mother were made-up.  But herein your cousin and stepmother’s guilt was genuinely proved by letters in her own hand professing love for a man other than the king.”

“A sadness in truth.  She was kind to me,” asserted Elizabeth.

Lady Elizabeth’s governess and dancing teacher Katherine Champernowne stepped forward, “Then remember her well, Lady Elizabeth.  No one is entirely good or bad; people are people.  Remember the good and remember her kindness.” Turning her attention to the messenger she met his eyes, “It is good of you to tell us this sad news.  The storm outside is heavy with rain.  Please stay here and enjoy our fire along with food and drink as you desire until you are ready to return to London. Your service is well done.”  Dismissed the messenger bowed and left.  Katherine followed him out, leaving Robert and Elizabeth alone.

Robert looked deeply into Elizabeth’s brown eyes, “I am so sorry for your loss, Elizabeth.”

“She was good to me.  She was my mother’s cousin. My father the king doesn’t love me; he doesn’t send for me or treat me with any sort of fatherly love.  He is my king and lord and little more.  But Catherine—she was different.  Of all my blood relatives, she was the most kind to me.”

“She was kind to me too,” agreed Robert.

“It is strange, Robert.  My mother was so careful, so devoted to the king and by all accounts very much in love with him.  She was intelligent, wise, and truly believed in church reform.  Catherine was so different—and yet they died the same way, accused of the same thing.”

“But certainly it matters that your mother was innocent and your stepmother was guilty.”

“Does it really?” asked Elizabeth.  “To God, yes, most certainly.  But in the real world? I am no longer so certain.  What if—“ Elizabeth hesitated as she formed her thoughts, “… what if marriage itself is flawed?  When a woman becomes a wife she is no longer herself; she becomes her husband’s property to do with as he pleases.  It pleased the king to kill my mother when she was innocent.  It pleased the king to kill Catherine when she was guilty.  What if marriage itself is the problem—or at least the terms of marriage?  What if a woman who dies without marrying is better off than a woman who marries and has children?”

“Does that mean you that if the king ordered you to marry you would defy him?”

“I will not go willingly into marriage, if that is what you are asking me, Robert.”

“Not even if the king ordered you to marry me?”

Elizabeth took his hand sweetly, “I love the king my father.  He is a great king.  If in his wisdom he should choose you for me then certainly I will obey him.  But if the choice to marry or not falls on me—no, no I think I shall never marry.  It is too dangerous and I am my father’s daughter. The king lets no man—not even the pope—rule over him.  I am of the same mind.”

“You would let me marry someone else?” asked Robert, his pride hurt a little by Elizabeth’s unexpected resolve.


“Let us hope that question never needs to be answered, Robert.” Changing the subject Elizabeth led him by the hand towards the windows, “Come!  Let us practice our dancing some more!”  Shaking his head playfully Robert surrendered the point and started to dance with her.

Excerpted from "Queen Elizabeth Tudor: Journey to Gloriana (The Legendary Women of World History Series, book 4)" by Laurel A. Rockefeller. Copyright © 2013 by Laurel A. Rockefeller. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
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Laurel A. Rockefeller

Laurel A. Rockefeller

Born, raised, and educated in Lincoln, Nebraska USA Laurel A. Rockefeller is author of over twenty books published and self-published since August, 2012 and in languages ranging from Welsh to Spanish to Chinese and everything in between. A dedicated scholar and biographical historian, Ms. Rockefeller is passionate about education and improving history literacy worldwide.

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