Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Winter 1638, At Sea
- Spring 1638, Virginia
- Summer 1638, London
- October 1638
- Winter 1639
- 1640
- Spring 1641
- Summer 1641
- Summer 1641
- Autumn 1641
- Spring 1642
- April 1642
- July 1642
- August 1642
- October 1642
- Winter 1642–3, Virginia
- April 1643
- May 1643
- Spring 1643, England
- Summer 1643, Virginia
- Summer 1643, England
- Winter 1643, Virginia
- Spring 1644, Virginia
- Spring 1644, England
- April 1644, Virginia
- Summer 1644, England
- October 1644, England
- Winter 1644, Virginia
- January 1645, England
- April 1645, England
- Summer 1645, Virginia
- Autumn 1645, England
- Autumn 1645, Virginia
- Winter 1645, England
- Winter 1646, Barbados
- Spring 1646, London
- Spring 1646
- Summer 1646
- Autumn 1646
- Spring 1647
- Summer 1647
- Autumn 1647
- Spring 1648
- April 1648, Oatlands Palace
- Summer 1648
- July 1648
- Autumn 1648
- January 1649
- Saturday 20 January 1649
- Monday 22 January 1649
- Tuesday 23 January 1649
- Wednesday 24 January 1649
- Thursday 25 January 1649
- Friday 26 January 1649
- Saturday 27 January 1649
- Sunday 28 January 1649
- Tuesday 30 January 1649
- Spring 1649
- Summer 1649
- Summer 1650
- Autumn 1650
- Spring 1651
- Summer 1651
- Autumn 1651
- Winter 1651
- Autumn 1652
- Spring 1653
- Winter 1654
- Spring 1654
- 1655
- March 1656
- April 1656
- Summer 1657
- Summer 1657
- Autumn 1658
- Spring 1659
- Summer 1659
- Autumn 1659
- Spring 1660
- Summer 1660
- Autumn 1660
- Winter 1660
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
Alexander Norman and Frances, visiting the Ark in November, found Johnnie sitting at the fireside wrapped in a fine warm gown with his father and mother beside him, discussing the fate of the king.
‘Any news?’ John asked his son-in-law.
‘The Levellers are rising in strength in the army,’ Alexander replied. ‘And they demand that there be no king ever again and that Parliament be elected every three years by every man with a stake in the country.’
‘What does that mean for the king?’ John asked.
Alexander shook his head. ‘If they gain control of Parliament then it must mean that he is sent abroad. There can be no place for him.’
‘Perhaps he will agree,’ Hester suggested, one eye on her son. ‘Perhaps the king and Parliament can agree at Newport.’
‘He must agree,’ Alexander replied. ‘He must see that he has to agree. He has fought two wars against his own people, and lost them both. He tried the greatest gamble he could play – he brought the Scots in against his own countrymen. And he has lost. He must now agree.’
Johnnie flushed and moved uneasily in his chair. ‘How can he? How can he agree to become nothing? He’s the king in the sight of God. Does he call God a liar?’
Frances crossed to him and took his hand. ‘Now you stop,’ she said with the firmness of an older sister. ‘You’ve done your fighting for him. You’ve done quite enough, and it did no good for anybody. The king must take his own decision, it’s nothing to do with you now, or any of us.’
‘She’s right,’ Hester said. ‘And none of us can do anything for or against the king. He has travelled his own road. He will have to decide what he should do now.’
The king decided to take the high road of principle – or perhaps he decided he would gamble once again – or perhaps he decided he would make a gesture, a proud theatrical gesture, and see what came of it. He rejected Parliament’s proposals boldly, recklessly, outright. And then he waited to see what would happen next.
What happened next rather surprised him. The men of Cromwell’s army, Lambert’s men, Fairfax’s men, furious at the delays and missed opportunities, clear in their own minds that what should happen next was an unbreakable peace and a reform of the laws of the land in favour of hard-working common people, invaded the House of Commons, excluded those Members of Parliament known to be sympathetic to the king, and insisted that the king should be brought to trial for treason against his subjects.