Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
After that it seemed useless to urge the matter further, and indeed the
physician was doubtful whether the physical energies of the Archbishop
were sufficient to carry him through the toils and perils of an escape.
His day had passed, and having in the time of success wielded the
greatest power, not merely in the Church, but in secular matters, he had
now only the strength left to endure with patience. Whether the past or
the present was the time of his truest greatness, was a question upon
which men and angels probably held different opinions.
Dr. Harford, being before all things a physician, and one who absorbed
himself in trying to relieve suffering of any sort, thought mainly of
the old man’s needs, suggested one or two remedies for the ailments to
which the prisoner was subject, and left him a good deal cheered by the
courtesy and consideration of his visitor.
It was late before he returned to Notting Hill Manor, and Gabriel,
refreshed by sleep and food, was eager to hear how he had prospered.
“I should have been with you long ere this,” explained his father, “but
on leaving the Tower I found the city completely blocked by a great
concourse of people, proceeding from Mr. Stephen Marshall’s sermon to
Merchant Taylors’ Hall, where the Sheriffs and Aldermen are giving
a banquet to the Lords and Commons, the Scots Commissioners and the
Assembly of Divines. While you have been lying ill here, a fresh plot of
the King’s hath been discovered. It seems that the very day after your
escape from the Castle a letter was despatched from Oxford which luckily
fell into the hands of the Committee of Safety.”
“What did it reveal?” asked Gabriel, eagerly.
“It revealed a plot by which Sir Basil Brooke, the well-known papist,
was to win over the City to the Royalist cause, and with it was seized
a copy of the King’s proclamation to those who supported him, to come to
what he terms a ‘Parliament’ at Oxford.”
“The plots seem endless,” said Gabriel. “Yet the King himself is
no papist. Humphrey Neal tells me that at Oxford not long since, he
interrupted the Communion Service, and expressly declared himself a
protestant.”
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