How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 50: Queen’s Summons (2)
When Lord Raleigh stood in front of the last door.
Creeeeak.
"...Walt, have you come?"
"Your Majesty."
"..."
"..."
They faced the monarch of England.
While Raleigh naturally bowed to the Queen, the other two were terribly frozen and creaked like machines.
"Ah, are they... the rumored..."
"Yes, they are."
Both had memories of cheering and waving hands when the Queen's carriage passed by from afar. They seemed to have memories of slightly making eye contact at that time.
But it was different now.
"Both of you... from whom did you learn medicine?"
When the Queen approached them and asked the question.
Eleanor felt like she was going to faint.
"We h-haven't learned it, um."
"...Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
Eleanor quickly adds the honorific to the end of her sentence as Lord Raleigh points it out. As Elizabeth laughs at the sight, Eleanor and Margaret also awkwardly laugh, following the Queen.
Only Raleigh hits his forehead as if he knew this would happen, and Elizabeth quietly whispers to Raleigh.
"...They're cute. Two young maidens."
"One is a widow. She has a daughter across the Atlantic."
"Ah, is that so?"
The Queen nodded and said:
"So, I heard you developed a cure for the plague?"
At those words, Eleanor almost answered, "Pardon?" Come to think of it, this was the situation they had agreed upon before coming to England.
"Y-yes. While gathering herbs near the colony, we found a sick person and brewed medicine, but thinking it would be better to inject it into the blood vessels, with the help of the natives..."
"Can it be made in England too?"
"Pardon?"
"If I give you a patent, can you make and sell it in England too?"
Startled, Eleanor looked at the Queen, and the Queen's eyes momentarily changed like a viper's...
"I-it would be impossible... Your Majesty. Since those ingredients only grow in America..."
Her expression softens again in an instant.
"Is that so?"
"...Yes. Moreover, even gathering those ingredients is very difficult and required the help of the natives."
"..."
"..."
The Queen silently glares at Eleanor, Margaret, and Raleigh, then continues:
"...Two uneducated women, with the help of natives, made a medicine that happened to be suitable for the plague? And just as you brought that medicine, the plague was spreading in England?"
"Your Majesty?"
"Do you know what people in the world call this?
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They call it a 'miracle.'"
"..."
"..."
"..."
For a moment, the air around them grows cold. The Queen nods toward Eleanor and says:
"Show me the device you use to inject that mysterious medicine into blood vessels."
Eleanor trembles, looking back at Margaret and Lord Raleigh, then hands over the syringe. Elizabeth examines it carefully, puts it down, and says:
"To make such a thin needle... no, such a thin tube."
"That's right, Your Majesty. The people of America, though they don't know the Lord, cannot be called barbarians. Now that they also know the Lord, they are equal to us or even superior."
"Hmm."
"Having gained such allies, it would now be simple for Your Majesty to drive Spanish hegemony from the Atlantic..."
"Walt."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I don't want to discuss alliances with those I haven't even met yet. Isn't that too distant a matter?
I want to focus on this miracle before my eyes."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Had the Queen noticed something strange? Could it be that the Queen...
"Angel."
"...!"
Now Eleanor could barely breathe.
"An angel brought this, telling you to go and save London."
Eleanor almost burst into tears.
Her Majesty the Queen knew everything.
Now Nemo would have to convert the Queen, or if not...!
"...How about announcing it that way?"
"...Pardon?"
"Hmm, it seems this was too difficult for you to understand. Lord Raleigh?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Um... I think it's an excellent strategy."
"Your complexion does not look good. You seem to have a lot of cold sweat on your face. They say you've just recovered from the plague, has your health not returned yet?"
"No, that's not it."
"Hmm. Then fine."
Eleanor almost collapsed as her strength drained away. Margaret was still trembling.
"I've already told Lord Walsingham beforehand. His minions will soon spread rumors throughout London. Then you just need to act accordingly. Understand?"
The Queen seemed to notice something was off, but unable to imagine a 'real angel,' she laughed it off.
Eleanor responds with a surprised expression (this wasn't acting) to the Queen's words.
"But, um... isn't that a lie?"
"It's not a lie. It can be called a bit of spice sprinkled on a plain truth."
In fact, the truth isn't plain at all.
"If you don't want to, there's nothing to be done. But if you are loyal to my authority given by the Lord, you should naturally follow."
The Queen's face hardens seriously.
"We are now at war with Spain. Your existence will unite the hearts of the devout English subjects and prove that the Lord's holy will lies in England's victory."
"..."
"Therefore, you must have received a revelation about London's plague from an angel.
What do you say?"
"Soon the French Queen Mother Catherine de Medici will die in 1589. From 1592 to 1593, there will be an epidemic in London... Ah, was Descartes born in 1596?"
She still recalls those words heard when meeting the angel for the second time.
She still doesn't know who Descartes is. Ah, he's not born yet.
Eleanor glanced at Lord Raleigh. Lord Raleigh also signaled to her with his eyes.
'Do it.'
"I will do it. For the sake of my country and the Lord!"
"Good. A most excellent decision!"
Elizabeth smiled with satisfaction and smiled at the two.
"I always disliked that self-proclaimed saint, the witch Joanna (Joan of Arc) from France! Now we have something similar too! And two at that!"
"..."
"..."
"Ah, I'm not saying you're witches. I mean you'll become saints. Walt, what do you think?"
"The French witch was captured by our army and burned under a fair trial, so she must have been a fake. But these two, unlike that witch, were revealed to save people instead of killing them, so they are many times greater."
"Indeed... your opinion is exactly the same as mine."
Clap!
Elizabeth declares while clapping her hands.
"Margaret Lawrence, Eleanor Dare."
"Yes?"
"...Yes."
"You are now Saint Margaret and Saint Eleanor of London."
That's... how it happened.
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"W-we were picking herbs near Roanoke Island on the east coast of the New World. That day, many herbs were found, so we were praying to God."
1 When the saints were gathering herbs in the deep valley of Roanoke Island and offering prayers to the Lord, satisfied with their day's harvest
"Then, suddenly Margaret opened her eyes during prayer and said she heard a strange sound from over there."
2 Margaret opened her eyes during prayer and said, "Eleanor, do you not hear a strange voice from that deep place?"
"So we went over there."
3 And the two daughters of man went forth to the place where the voice came from, greatly afraid and also marveling.
"Then suddenly, flash! And the angel...!"
4 And the two saw and heard that the angel had six wings each, and when the wings moved, they created all kinds of winds, and the body in the middle floated in the air, and its radiance was purer than the sun
5 And he spake without ceasing, saying, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come."
6 In one hand he grasped radiance, and with the other hand he lifted a sword that could cut well-tempered metal.
"...Anyway, it was amazing."
7 The two knelt with reverent hearts and worshipped
"So the angel pointed east with the sword and said, 'Go! Go and save England!' and disappeared. And then suddenly, the method to make medicine came to our minds..."
8 And they asked the angel, "Why dost thou appear unto us?"
9 And the angel raised the great sword and pointed eastward, saying, "Thou, Eleanor, thou, Margaret, go ye and save your homeland and seek the will of the Lord as a thirsty person seeks a spring."
10 And the angel's form disappeared without a trace, and the two discussed, saying, "This is not the work of man, but the miracle of the Lord. You shall grind the herbs, and I shall extract the juice, and we shall hurry to London to defeat the evil disease."
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"Um... are you writing down exactly what I'm saying?"
"Of course, Saint Eleanor. Please continue."
"...You're really writing down exactly what I said, right?"
No, they weren't.
