The worst imposition of all was to be instructed to take on some costly, long-standing obligation to the crown. Such was the fate of Bess of Hardwick's husband, the sixth Lord Shrewsbury. For sixteen years he was required to act as jailer to Mary, Queen of Scots, which in effect meant maintaining the court of a small, fantastically disloyal state in his own home.
by Bill Bryson
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Bess of Hardwick's husband, the sixth Lord Shrewsbury, faced an immense burden when he was appointed as the jailer for Mary, Queen of Scots. This role was not just a temporary obligation; it became a costly and enduring responsibility that spanned sixteen years. As a result, he was required to maintain a lavish court that was rife with disloyalty and intrigue, effectively turning his home into a small, unstable realm. This situation illustrates the severe demands placed on individuals by the crown during tumultuous times.

This arrangement highlights the challenges of serving the monarchy, as Lord Shrewsbury had to balance his duties while managing the complexities of containing a high-profile prisoner like the Queen. The imposition of such obligations reveals how private lives were often intertwined with political machinations, leading to significant personal and financial strain. This historical episode underscores the heavy toll exacted by noble titles and royal mandates on family lives in the past.

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