Authority Conferred

by Robert Dudley, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

On a commission, a free hand, and what favour will carry across the water

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For weeks in January 1586 the wind was wrong, and no packet came over from England. I was at The Hague with an army that was not yet paid. Around me sat a government of several provinces, and each province held that it was the government. The States General had asked me on the first day of the year to take the title of Governor-General. On the twenty-fifth I took it.

Men have written since that I took it out of vanity, or that I had always meant to make myself a prince in Holland, or that the Queen's anger came on me as a storm comes on a careless sailor. None of these is right, and to correct them I shall set down what the commission was, what the title was, and why the second did not follow from the first. In those months I learned more about my own position than I had in twenty-seven years at court. The lesson was this. Authority can be conferred on a man in a single day by a single signature. Authority he can exercise is another thing. It comes to him only as fast as others are willing to convert the first into the second, and at a rate they set.

I. What I carried over

I begin with the paper, because the paper is where everyone begins and where most men stop.

By the treaty signed at Nonsuch in August 1585, the Queen undertook to send the States an army of foot and horse: six thousand four hundred foot and a thousand horse. She would also pay a yearly subsidy, which met about a quarter of what their war cost them in a year. In return the States put two towns into English hands, Flushing on Walcheren with the fort at Rammekens, and Brill in Holland. These were the cautionary towns. English garrisons would hold them, at English expense, as a pledge that the money would one day be repaid. The Queen also gained the right to place two Englishmen on the Council of State of the United Provinces.

The Spaniards understood exactly what this was. King Philip took it as a declaration of war, and he was right to. Her name sat on that treaty, and she knew it, and she did not like it. I say this first because everything that followed turned on it. She had been brought to the treaty. She had not been brought to love it.

I sailed from Harwich on the ninth of December and was at Flushing in less than a day. Before I went I borrowed on my own lands to the sum of twenty-five thousand pounds. I set this down as a fact of the commission, not as a complaint. A man commanding a royal army abroad must be seen to live as the Queen's lieutenant: his household, his table, his guards, his gifts to the burghers of every town that rings its bells for him. The Treasury does not pay for that, and the Queen does not expect it to. It is the price of the office, and in England I had paid it for many years. At Kenilworth in 1575 I kept her nineteen days at my own charge. I did that not because I enjoyed spending money, though I did, but because the spending told the realm what my favour could produce. In the Low Countries I meant the same signal for a different audience. I meant to show the States that the Queen's man had the means to do what she had sent him to do.

That was the first thing I misjudged. At Kenilworth the audience knew what the spending meant. In Holland they counted what was spent and asked who would repay it.

II. Why I took the title

Here is the case as it stood at The Hague in the new year. I set it down so that it can be judged, which is all I ask.

The army I commanded was not one army. There were English companies under English captains paid, when they were paid, from London. There were Dutch companies paid by the provinces that raised them, and every province answered to its own Estates. There were Scots, Frenchmen and Germans under contract. Beside these stood the garrisons of towns that took their orders from their own magistrates. The Queen's commission made me general of her forces. It did not make me general of anyone else's. To move a regiment of Holland's from one town to another I had to ask Holland. To move it across a provincial boundary I had to ask two provinces, and they did not always agree on what day it was.

Against us stood the Prince of Parma, who answered to one master and could move every man he had on his own word. The summer before he had taken Antwerp. He had done it by patience and engineering, and because the relief never came in time. Everyone at The Hague remembered Antwerp. It was the reason they had asked for the Queen in the first place.

So when the States offered me the governorship, they were offering what the commission lacked: one head for the army, and a voice in their Council of State, with some reach into the revenues that paid their soldiers. They were also offering me something they badly needed themselves. The Prince of Orange had been murdered eighteen months before, and the provinces had no single figure who could stand above their quarrels. I was not the Queen. But I was the man the Queen had sent, and they could take an oath to me.

I weighed it. I knew she had refused the sovereignty of the provinces when they offered it to her. She would not be their queen, nor their protector in any form that bound her to them for ever. She wanted the Spaniards checked, not the Dutch inherited. I knew all this. I judged that a governorship held by her servant was not a sovereignty held by her. I judged that the title served her purpose, which was to stop Parma, better than its absence would. And I judged that if I sent to London and waited for an answer, with the wind as it was and the Council as it was, the offer would be withdrawn or watered down. The States would have learned that the Queen's man could not act without the Queen. That was precisely what they feared.

I took the title. My letters to her went off after the act, not before it. That was the fault, and I do not hide from it.

III. The reading I could not take

I want to be exact about where my judgement failed, because it was not where my critics have placed it.

For more than twenty-five years my value to the Queen, and so to the realm, has rested on one thing: I know her mind before she has made it up. I do not mean that I flatter her or that I please her, though I have done both. I mean that I have watched her across a table, in a barge, on horseback and in the Privy Chamber since before she was queen. I know the difference between her real alarm and the alarm she performs for the Council. I know when an argument has been closed in her and when it is only resting. I know which proposals she will hear well on a Tuesday and which will bring on a storm, and I know it from the way she takes her gloves off. Councillors who need to approach her come to me first. I tell them how, and they are in my debt. When I have a request of my own, I put it in the shape she is most ready to receive.

This is an instrument, and like every instrument it works only at a certain range. Its range is a room.

At The Hague, in January, with no packets crossing, I had no reading of her at all. I had the treaty, and I had my memory of her as she was in the autumn. A memory of a mood is not the mood. I reasoned about what she would think, and I reasoned well, by the rules of argument. But she does not decide by the rules of argument. She decides by a process I could follow at a yard's distance and could not reconstruct at two hundred miles. Had I been at Greenwich, I would have seen at once what I saw only in February. To her the title was not a convenience of war. It was a question of honour. Her honour had been set down in writing, in public, before every prince in Europe, by a man everyone knew to be hers. She had refused a crown for herself. Now she was told she had a viceroy.

My critics say I overreached. I say something narrower and, I think, more useful. I took into the field a power that depends on proximity, and I used it as though the proximity had come with me. It had not. The commission crossed the water. The reading did not. Every man in my position should learn this, and few do until it costs them.

IV. Heneage

Her letter is dated the tenth of February. It was given to Sir Thomas Heneage to bring to me, and I know its sentences better than I know some of my own.

"How contemptuously we conceive ourself to have been used by you," it ran. She could never have imagined, she wrote, that a man extraordinarily favoured by her "would have in so contemptible a sort broken our commandment." The rest told me what I must now do, and closed on a warning: "fail you not as you will answer the contrary at your uttermost peril."

I have been shouted at by her. I have been sent from the presence by her and kept from it for weeks. I have had my marriage held against me. None of that was like this. This was not a storm in a room, which passes, and both of us know that it passes. It was a storm put into writing and sent abroad, and it was meant to be read aloud.

Heneage did what he was sent to do. He read her disapproval to the States General, and I stood by while he read it. I was their Governor-General, and the Queen's lieutenant, and I was being told in front of them that I had no business being either. She wanted me to lay the title down in the same public manner in which I had taken it up.

I bore Heneage no ill will. He carried what he was given and carried it faithfully. She chose him because she could trust him to read it straight, and she was right. But consider what that hour did, not to my pride, which recovers, but to my instrument. For some weeks the States had treated with a man who had the Queen's ear and her favour. In one reading they learned that I might have her commission and not her mind. Every burgher, every deputy, every captain of a Holland company drew the obvious conclusion. Orders from me could be appealed past me. Delay might be rewarded. If they waited, London might disown whatever I had asked of them.

I wrote in October of that year that my credit had been cracked ever since her Majesty sent Sir Thomas Heneage hither. I chose the word with care. A cracked bell can still be rung, and from a distance it sounds whole. But anyone standing close to it hears the flaw, and in the Low Countries everyone who mattered stood close.

She relented in the end, as she always does, and the title was left to me in a form she could live with. The forgiveness was real. I do not doubt it, and I had letters to show for it. But forgiveness is a private thing, settled between two people. Credit is public. It lives in the minds of men who were present at the cracking and not at the mending. She could restore her favour to me in a sentence. She could not restore in a sentence what the States had learned about the reach of it.

V. What favour will carry

Here is the lesson in its plainest form. It is the lesson I would give any man who is handed a command by a sovereign who means to keep governing it from home.

Favour carries a commission. That is all it carries by itself. Everything else has to be converted, and in the field there are four conversions that matter.

The first is money. At court the Queen's favour is money, or as good as money. A man in favour gets his suits granted, his leases renewed, his creditors patient, because everyone can see where the next grant will come from. In the Low Countries the soldier does not take his wages in favour. The English companies were paid from London, in arrears, in short sums, by a Treasury that had to raise the money first. Every shilling was argued over before it was sent. I wrote home that the men could not get a penny, that their credit was spent, that they were perishing for want of victuals and clothing in great numbers. That was not rhetoric. I saw it in the streets of every garrison town. I raised the pay of some officers on my own authority, because an officer who cannot feed his company cannot hold it together. The Queen saw only that her charges had grown without her leave. She was not wrong to see it. I was not wrong to do it. Our two views did not meet, and there was no one standing between them to make them meet.

The second is obedience. At court men do what I ask because they know what I can do for them, and they have seen me do it. In the field that knowledge did not exist. Dutch captains did not know my record of delivering. They knew the Estates who paid them, and after Heneage they knew that I might be overruled. When Grave was surrendered to Parma, I had its governor put to death. That was the law of war, and I was entitled to it. The States protested. I had meant to show what the Queen's lieutenant could do. They took it as a foreigner punishing one of theirs, and they remembered it.

The third is the loyalty of one's own men. This is the hardest to set down, because it touches my own work. I built my following in England the way any patron does. I placed men, I advanced them, I stood surety for them, and they stayed my men because my favour made their fortunes. I placed Sir William Stanley in command at Deventer, and Rowland York in the fort before Zutphen. I gave my word to the States for both of them. In January 1587 they handed both places to Parma, and Stanley took some hundreds of his men into the King of Spain's service.

I have thought about this more than I have thought about anything else in those two years. A patronage network holds a man while it delivers to him and while he has no other master. Stanley had another master. It was not money, and it was not Parma. It was his religion, which I knew and judged he would set below his oath. I judged wrong. At home I would have read him. I would have seen it in his face across a hall, in what he did not say at dinner, in which men he sought out. In the Low Countries I placed him on his past and did not watch him in the present. The Dutch never forgave the English for Deventer. I do not ask them to forgive me.

The fourth conversion is the free hand, and it is the one on which the others depend.

The Queen gave me a commission and then governed the campaign from Greenwich, by letter. Her letters came days or weeks after the events they answered, and they answered what she had been told, which was never all of it. She is entitled to do this, since it is her army, her money and her name. But a commander governed at that distance is never quite in command. I could not promise the States anything that she might not withdraw. I could not promise my captains pay that she might not stop. I could not tell Parma, by any act, that England meant to stay. In Holland every man knew that the real decision lay elsewhere and would arrive late. So they did what sensible men do with a commander whose word is subject to appeal. They waited, and so the decision always came too late.

VI. Zutphen, and the summer of Sluys

I do not pretend there were only lessons. There were deaths, and one of them I will carry as long as I carry anything.

On the twenty-second of September 1586, before Zutphen, we went out against a Spanish convoy that was bringing supplies into the town. It was a hard fight and a short one. My sister's son, Philip Sidney, took a musket ball in the leg in the last charge. He was carried to Arnhem, and the surgeons could not draw the ball. He lingered three weeks and died in October.

I will not make him into an emblem, though the court has done so and the poets have done so more. He was a young man I had known since he was a child. He wrote better than any of us and fought as bravely as any of us. He hoped to see the Protestant cause in Europe defended by English arms, as I hoped it, and he died in the attempt. The convoy got into Zutphen. I record this because it is true, and because he would have recorded it himself.

That November I went home. In June 1587 I came back, with fresh men and fresh instructions. Parma had sat down before Sluys, on the Flemish coast. If he took it he would have a harbour for the barges he was gathering against England. Sir Roger Williams had got into the town from Ostend with four companies of English foot before the siege closed, and he held it from June into August. I meant to relieve him. I landed foot and horse at Ostend to cut Parma's supply, and at the same time we tried to force the channel by sea. I needed the Dutch fleet to act with me, at the hour and in the place I named. The States had their own view of what their ships were for, and of whether an English governor, half disowned the year before, should spend them. The landing came to nothing, and the sea attempt came to nothing. Williams gave up the town with the honours of war, which was more than Parma owed him and less than he deserved.

There are men now who say that summer proves I was no soldier. I will answer them only this far. At Sluys I could command, in the full sense, only the men the Queen paid. Everything else I had to ask for, and what I asked for came late, or partly, or not at all, from men who had learned at Heneage's reading how far my asking reached. That is not an excuse. It is the shape of the thing. A commander who cannot move his allies' ships at an hour's notice is not commanding a campaign. He is negotiating one, and Parma did not negotiate.

By December the differences between me and the States could not be mended. I asked to be recalled. I laid down the governorship and came home.

VII. What I brought back

Let me say what I did not bring back.

I did not bring back a sense that I had been badly used, though I was badly used in some particulars and I know which ones. I did not bring back a quarrel with the Queen. She governed her army as a careful prince governs a dangerous expense, and she had reasons I did not see from The Hague. Some of them I see now, and some I suspect I never shall. I did not bring back a quarrel with the States either. They are merchants and burghers fighting for their lives and their religion against the greatest monarchy in Christendom, and they were right to be wary of any foreigner, however friendly, who offered to govern them.

What I brought back was a precise knowledge of my own instrument, of its range, of what it is made of, and of what it cannot do.

At court I am the Queen's oldest companion. I hold the Horse, and I sit at the Council, and I know her mind. These are not ornaments. Out of them I can move men and money and decisions in England as surely as any officer of state can, and in some matters more surely. But every one of those powers is local. Each depends on my being in the room, and on men knowing I am in the room, and on her knowing that I am there to be read and to read her. Sent abroad, I took with me only the outward form of them, the commission and the title and the name. The substance stayed at Greenwich.

The Council has ministers who can be sent abroad without losing much, because their power is in their papers and their papers travel. I am not one of them. My power is in being present, and being present does not travel. I knew that, in the way one knows a thing one has never tested. Now I have tested it.

If a young man asked my advice on taking a royal command abroad, I would tell him three things. I have in mind my stepson, who is at court this winter and rising faster than is good for him. He has not asked, and if he did he would not listen.

First, before you go, ask the sovereign in person every question whose answer you might need when you cannot ask. Ask not only what she wants you to do, but what she would not have you do even if it served her purpose. Write down her answers in her presence. You will be tempted to think you know them. You know them only while you can see her face.

Second, your credit abroad is not your favour at home, and it can be cracked from home in an afternoon. Spend it as though every grant you make might be read out tomorrow before the men you made it to. It might be.

Third, a commission and a free hand are different things. Do not take the first for the second. If you need the second, ask for it before you sail, in her presence; once you are gone you will only ever be given more of the first. Ask also for a man who will stand between you and her, in the room, while you are away. I had no such man. Walsingham was a friend to the cause, and Burghley was not my enemy. But neither of them could read her for me, and neither was in my debt enough to try.

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It is the winter of 1587, going into 1588. I am at Greenwich again, and at the Queen's side. The barges Parma gathered at Sluys and in the Flemish ports are still there, and the King of Spain's great fleet is preparing in his harbours. Everyone expects it in the spring or summer.

This morning she came in from the gallery with her gloves already off, and she did not sit. I could see what was coming before the Lord Treasurer had opened his papers. When the Council rose I knew which of its proposals she would grant by Thursday and which she would never grant. I took Walsingham aside at the door and told him which was which.

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