Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Winter 1638, At Sea
- Spring 1638, Virginia
- Summer 1638, London
- October 1638
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- Winter 1642–3, Virginia
- April 1643
- May 1643
- Spring 1643, England
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- Summer 1643, England
- Winter 1643, Virginia
- Spring 1644, Virginia
- Spring 1644, England
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- October 1644, England
- Winter 1644, Virginia
- January 1645, England
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- Summer 1645, Virginia
- Autumn 1645, England
- Autumn 1645, Virginia
- Winter 1645, England
- Winter 1646, Barbados
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- Spring 1647
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- 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
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- Tuesday 30 January 1649
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- Winter 1651
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- About the Author
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She hesitated. ‘They care so much that they threw Archie the jester out with his jacket pulled over his head for merely joking about Archbishop Laud; and Archie was the queen’s great favourite. They certainly care what you think. They are taking it upon themselves to care what every single man, woman, and child thinks. That’s what the very quarrel is all about. About what every individual thinks in his private heart. That’s why every single Scotsman has to sign his own covenant with the king and swear to use the Archbishop’s prayer book. They care precisely what every single man thinks.’ She paused. ‘They may indeed question you, John; and you have to have an answer ready that will satisfy them.’
‘I have a right to speak to my God in my own way!’ John insisted stubbornly. ‘I don’t need to recite by rote, I am not a child. I don’t need a priest to dictate my prayers. I certainly don’t need a bishop puffed up with pride and wealth to tell me what I think. I can speak to God direct when I am planting His seeds in the garden and picking His fruit from His trees. And He speaks to me then. And I honour Him then.
‘I use the prayer book well enough – but I don’t believe that those are the only words that God hears. And I don’t believe that the only men God attends are bishops wrapped up in surplices, and I don’t believe that God made Charles king, and that service to the king is one and the same as service to God. And Jane –’ He broke off, suddenly aware that he should not speak to his new wife of his constant continuing love for her predecessor.
‘Go on,’ Hester said.
‘Jane’s faith never wavered, not even when she was dying in pain,’ John said. ‘She would never have denied her belief that God spoke simple and clear to her and she could speak to Him. She would have died for that belief, if she had been called to do so. And for her sake, if for nothing else, I will not deny my faith.’
‘And what about her children?’ Hester asked. ‘D’you think she would want you to die for her faith and leave her children orphans?’
John checked. ‘It won’t come to that.’
‘When I was at Oatlands only six months ago, the talk was all about each man’s faith and how far each man would go. If the king insists on the Scots following the prayer book he is bound to insist on it in England too. If he goes to war with the Scots to make them do as he bids, and some say he might do that, who can doubt that he will do the same in England?’
John shook his head. ‘This is nothing,’ he said. ‘Nonsense and heartache about nothing.’