Guest Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 (1685) He was the Chaplain for the Life Guard of the King, and beloved by many people for trying to 'modernize' the Colonies with the money gained from his position. He was also one of the popular supporters of the Exclusion Act, and once it failed and James took the throne, he put his foot down. He resigned his position as chaplain, stating that "He will not serve two masters" between the head of his own Church and the Pope. Thrown in the tower for the insurrection, and stripped of his position as a reverend for defying the king, he sat in prison with two days before his public execution. Because of his size, they had to debate on what way would most cleanly execute him. Despite this, he at least had one of the cells reserved for nobles who were political prisoners. He had a desk and was writing letters to his friends and family while he still had time to spare. He was at peace, though. In his heart, he knew he was doing what was right. He knew he caused a stir in England, and hoped that the Church of England would see that. He was a Colonial... he wasn't holding his breath. Still, despite all that had happened in ten years, he lived a very profitable and God-fearing life. His younger brother would take care of the rebuilt estate. Though it was mostly farmland now, it was also a place where Anglicans could move to in order to hide from the new crown. What friends he made in politics were working to try and exile him, hailing him as a hero despite the Anglicans who would support a Catholic king. He had gained a few more scars with the army, his brutish hands penning his latest letter. He was a tired man. He would also be very surprised if he survived this. Though he had made a couple of friends as Catholics, the political danger of having the Church of England answer to the Pope in the end was too much in his eyes. In his cell, he pondered his life. He had been quite a fool, but a fool with a heart of gold. He always wanted to marry Heather O'Roarke... Even now, he still had his dreams. A large estate with a surrounded wooden fence across an entire acre of wild garden, and that red head enjoying the brook with bare feet and hair undone. Just watching her come undone from the problems of court and observing her from a distance would give him such a peace and joy. A couple of strong children, as well as another red-headed girl just like her that he could spoil rotten. Their son, another preacher, only with the blood of an Irish temper that could change the world. A tear fell from his cheek as he smiled. The king's mistress, a black widow, and more suitors than one could shake a stick at, but she would have loved the Colonies. He could never do that to her, though. Not as a king's mistress. He silently wondered what would become of her after James arrived. He was no longer a reverend according to the Church, so would it be wrong to wish to hold her? Kiss her, perhaps? If God had mercy, perhaps she would be there to watch him die well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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