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Chapters (87)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Winter 1638, At Sea
  4. Spring 1638, Virginia
  5. Summer 1638, London
  6. October 1638
  7. Winter 1639
  8. 1640
  9. Spring 1641
  10. Summer 1641
  11. Summer 1641
  12. Autumn 1641
  13. Spring 1642
  14. April 1642
  15. July 1642
  16. August 1642
  17. October 1642
  18. Winter 1642–3, Virginia
  19. April 1643
  20. May 1643
  21. Spring 1643, England
  22. Summer 1643, Virginia
  23. Summer 1643, England
  24. Winter 1643, Virginia
  25. Spring 1644, Virginia
  26. Spring 1644, England
  27. April 1644, Virginia
  28. Summer 1644, England
  29. October 1644, England
  30. Winter 1644, Virginia
  31. January 1645, England
  32. April 1645, England
  33. Summer 1645, Virginia
  34. Autumn 1645, England
  35. Autumn 1645, Virginia
  36. Winter 1645, England
  37. Winter 1646, Barbados
  38. Spring 1646, London
  39. Spring 1646
  40. Summer 1646
  41. Autumn 1646
  42. Spring 1647
  43. Summer 1647
  44. Autumn 1647
  45. Spring 1648
  46. April 1648, Oatlands Palace
  47. Summer 1648
  48. July 1648
  49. Autumn 1648
  50. January 1649
  51. Saturday 20 January 1649
  52. Monday 22 January 1649
  53. Tuesday 23 January 1649
  54. Wednesday 24 January 1649
  55. Thursday 25 January 1649
  56. Friday 26 January 1649
  57. Saturday 27 January 1649
  58. Sunday 28 January 1649
  59. Tuesday 30 January 1649
  60. Spring 1649
  61. Summer 1649
  62. Summer 1650
  63. Autumn 1650
  64. Spring 1651
  65. Summer 1651
  66. Autumn 1651
  67. Winter 1651
  68. Autumn 1652
  69. Spring 1653
  70. Winter 1654
  71. Spring 1654
  72. 1655
  73. March 1656
  74. April 1656
  75. Summer 1657
  76. Summer 1657
  77. Autumn 1658
  78. Spring 1659
  79. Summer 1659
  80. Autumn 1659
  81. Spring 1660
  82. Summer 1660
  83. Autumn 1660
  84. Winter 1660
  85. About the Author
  86. Also by the Author
  87. About the Publisher

She took a little breath. ‘I am Hester Pooks. I’m all but alone in the world. Your father liked me, and my uncle told him I had a good dowry. I met him at court. My uncle is a painter, commissioned by the queen. My family is a good family, all artists and musicians, all with royal or noble patrons.’ She paused and smiled. ‘But not much money. Your father thought I might suit you. He wanted to make sure that there was someone to bring up his grandchildren, and to keep them here. He didn’t want them living in London with your wife’s parents. He thought I would marry you.’

J’s jaw dropped open. ‘He has found me a wife? I’m a man of thirty years of age and he found me a wife as if I were a boy? And he chose you?’

Hester looked him squarely in the face. ‘I’m no beauty,’ she said. ‘I imagine your wife was lovely. Frances is such a pretty girl, and they tell me she takes after her mother. But I can run a house, and I can run a business, I love plants and trees and a garden, and I like children, I like your children. Whether or not you want to marry me, I should like to be a friend to Frances in particular. It would suit me to marry you and I wouldn’t make great demands on you. I don’t have great expectations.’

She paused. ‘It would be an arrangement to suit ourselves,’ she said. ‘And it would leave you free to garden at the royal palace of Oatlands or to go abroad again and know that everything was safe here.’

J looked from her to his letter. ‘This is outrageous! I have barely been home a moment and already I learn that my father is dead and that some woman, who I’ve never met before in my life, is half-betrothed to me. And anyway …’ He broke off. ‘I have other plans.’

She nodded soberly. ‘It would have been easier if he had lived to explain it himself,’ she said. ‘But you are not half-betrothed, Mr Tradescant. It is entirely up to you. I shall leave you to read your letter. Is it your wish that I wake the children and bring them down to see you?’

He was distracted. ‘Are they both well?’

She nodded. ‘Frances especially grieves for her grandfather but they are both in perfect health.’