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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

He did not cease to try for his release. He spoke to the king in the stable yard of a pretty hunting lodge that they had commandeered for the week. Charles was out hunting on a borrowed horse and was in light-hearted mood. John checked the tightness of the girth under the saddle flap and looked up at his king.

‘Your Majesty, do I have your permission to go to my home now?’

‘You can ride with us to Theobalds,’ the king said casually. ‘It was one of your father’s gardens, was it not?’

‘His first royal garden,’ John said. ‘I didn’t know the court was moving again. Are we going back to London?’

The king smiled. ‘Who can say?’ he said mysteriously. ‘The game is not even opened yet, John. Who can say what moves there are to b … be made?’

‘It is not a game to me,’ John burst out incautiously. ‘Nor to the men and women that are drawn into it.’

The king turned a frosty look down on him. ‘Then you will have to be a reluctant player,’ he said. ‘A s … s … sulky pawn. For if I am prepared to gamble my future with daring then I expect the lesser men to throw in their all for me.’

John bit his lip.

‘Especially those who were b … born and b … bred into my service,’ the king added pointedly.

John bowed.

The stay at Theobalds brought them closer to London, but no closer to an agreement. Almost every day a messenger came and went from the palace at Theobalds to Parliament at Westminster but no progress was made. The king was certain that the country was solidly behind him – in his journey northwards from Dover people had brought invalids to him at every stopping point and the mere touch of his hand had cured them. Every loyal address at every inn and staging post assured him that the country was solidly his. No-one had the courage to point out that anyone who disagreed with the king was likely to stay away from his progress, and no-one reminded the king that at every major town there had also been petitions from common people and gentry begging him to acknowledge the rights of Parliament and to reform his advisors, and live at peace with the Scots and with his Parliament.