Chapters (87)
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- Dedication
- Winter 1638, At Sea
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- October 1638
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- Winter 1642–3, Virginia
- April 1643
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- January 1645, England
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- Winter 1645, England
- Winter 1646, Barbados
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- About the Author
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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.