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
- Also by the Author
- About the Publisher
Charles looked tragic. ‘They d … do,’ he said simply. ‘They drive themselves on and on, c … caring nothing for my good, c … caring nothing for the country. They want to see me cut down, cut down to the size of a little P … Prince, like the D … Doge of Venice or some catspaw of Parliament. They want to see the p … power my father gave me, which his aunt g … gave him, cut down to n … nothing. When was this country t … truly great? Under King Henry, Queen Elizabeth and my f … father King James. But they do not remember this. They don’t w … want to. I shall have to fight them as traitors. It is a b … battle to the death.’
The queen had heard the king’s raised voice and came over. ‘Husband?’ she inquired.
He turned at once, and Tradescant was relieved that she had come to soothe the king.
‘I was saying how these m … madmen in Parliament will not be finished until they have destroyed my ch … church and destroyed my power,’ he said.
John waited for the queen to reassure him that nothing so bad was being plotted. He hoped that she would remind him that the king and queen he most admired – his father James, and his great-aunt Elizabeth, had spent all their lives weaving compromises and twisting out agreements. Both of them had been faced with argumentative parliaments and both of them had put all their power and all their charm into turning agreements to their own desire, dividing the opposition, seducing their enemies. Neither of them would ever have been at loggerheads with a force which commanded any power in the country. Both of them would have waited and undermined an enemy.
‘We must destroy them,’ the queen said flatly. ‘Before they destroy us and destroy the country. We must gain and then keep control of the parliament, of the army and of the Church. There can be no agreement until they acknowledge that Church, army, and Parliament is all ours. And we will never compromise on that, will we, my love? You will never concede anything!’
He took her hand and kissed it as if she had given him the most sage and level-headed counsel. ‘You see how I am advised?’ he asked with a smile to Tradescant. ‘You see how w … wise and stern she is? This is a worthy successor to Queen Elizabeth, is sh … she not? A woman who could defeat the Sp … Spanish Armada again.’
‘But these are not the Spanish,’ John pointed out. He could almost hear Hester ordering him to be silent while he took the risk and spoke. ‘These are Englishmen, following their consciences. These are your own people – not a foreign enemy.’