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  1. PHILIPPA GREGORY
  2. April 1603
  3. April 1603
  4. July 1604
  5. August 1604
  6. October 1605
  7. May 1607
  8. June 1607
  9. August 1607
  10. Summer 1608
  11. January 1610
  12. Summer 1610
  13. Autumn 1610
  14. Spring 1611
  15. Autumn 1611
  16. May 1612
  17. October 1612
  18. November 1612
  19. September 1616
  20. Summer 1618
  21. Spring 1620
  22. 1622
  23. 1623
  24. 1624
  25. March 1625
  26. Spring 1625
  27. May 1625
  28. Summer 1626
  29. Summer 1627
  30. Autumn 1627
  31. November 1627
  32. Winter 1627
  33. Spring 1628
  34. Summer 1628
  35. Late Summer 1628
  36. November 1628
  37. December 1628
  38. Spring 1629
  39. 1630
  40. Summer 1631
  41. Winter 1632–3
  42. Summer 1633
  43. Winter 1633–4
  44. Spring 1634
  45. January 1635
  46. Spring 1635
  47. Summer 1635
  48. 1636
  49. December 1636
  50. 1637
  51. December 1637
  52. Spring 1638
  53. About the Author
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‘Yes,’ he said. ‘There isn’t a man on the estate who wouldn’t go hungry to keep him in his silks and satin. You’ll see. Now go and buy your trees. Every time you agree a price, make sure that you note down the tenant’s name and the price of his trees. And tell them that I – I and not they – will calculate the difference in the rents and discount the rents next quarter day. Bring me the list when you have done.’

He paused for a moment. ‘Unless I have given you a disliking for your lord and you want to go back to Canterbury?’ he asked. ‘He is as wild as I say, he is as spendthrift as I say, and he is as wealthy as I say. He has more power at his fingertips than any man in the land, and that is probably including the king.’

John had a strong sense of returning to his place at the very centre of things, serving a lord who served his country, a man whose doings were the talk of every ale house in the land. ‘I’ll keep my place here,’ he said. ‘There is much for me to do.’

1623

John and J worked hard all the winter, planning the gardens and pegging out lines for the knot garden, for the terraces, and for the turf benches in the lord’s new orchards. Much of the work had to wait until the spring when the ground was soft enough for digging, but John had a small forest of trees waiting for the earth to warm so that they could be planted, each one labelled with its place, each with a plot reserved for it. For the workers who could neither read nor write, J had instituted a scheme of coloured dots. They had to match the label on the tree marked with three red dots with the plot in the ground marked with three red dots. Or green or yellow. ‘This is code,’ John said admiringly to J.

‘It’s madness,’ J said bluntly. ‘Everyone should be taught to read at dame school. How else can they understand their Bible? How else do their work?’

‘We’re not all scholars like you,’ John said mildly.

J flushed in one of his sudden attacks of bashfulness. ‘I’m no scholar,’ he said gruffly. ‘I don’t pretend to be one. I’m no better than any man. But I do think that all men should be taught to read and write so that they can read their Bible and think for themselves.’