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
The king had sworn to Strafford that he would never betray him. He had written him a note and gave him the word of a king that Strafford would never suffer ‘in life, honour or fortune’ for his service – those were his exact words. The most cautious and wily members of the Privy Council fled the country when they recognised that Parliament was attacking the Privy Council rather than attacking the king. Most of them were quick to realise too that whatever the king might promise, he would not raise one hand to save a trusted servant from dying for his cause. But the Bishop of Ely and Archbishop William Laud were too slow, or too trusting. They too were imprisoned for plotting against the safety of the kingdom, alongside their ally Strafford in the Tower.
For all of the long spring months, Parliament had met on Strafford’s case and heard that he had recommended bringing in an army of Irish Papist troops to reduce ‘this kingdom’. If the king had interrupted the trial to insist that Strafford was referring to the kingdom of Scotland he might have saved him then from the executioner. But he did not. The king stayed silent in the little ante-room where he sat and listened to the trial. He did not insist. He offered, rather feebly, to never take Strafford’s advice again as long as the old man lived if they would but spare his life. The Houses of Parliament said they could not spare his life. The king struggled with his conscience for a short, painful time, and then signed the warrant for Strafford’s execution.
‘He sent little Prince Charles to ask them for mercy,’ Hester said in blank astonishment to John as she came back from Lambeth in May with a wagon full of shopping and a head full of news. ‘That poor little boy, only ten years old, and the king sent him down to Westminster to go before the whole Parliament and plead for the Earl’s life. And then they refused him! What a thing to do to a child! He’s going to think all his life that it was his fault that the Earl went to his death!’
‘Whereas it is the king’s,’ John said simply. ‘He could have denied that Strafford had ever advised him. He could have borne witness for him. He could have taken the decision on his own shoulders. But he let Strafford take the blame for him. And now he will let Strafford die for him.’
‘He’s to be executed on Tuesday,’ Hester said. ‘The market women are closing their stalls for the day and going up to Tower Hill to see his head taken off. And the apprentices are taking a free day, an extra May Day.’
John shook his head. ‘So much for the king’s loyalty. These are bad days for his servants. What’s the word on Archbishop Laud?’