Hardly had first light hit the Malvern Hills than crashing came to the great oak door. It did not hold long. In rushed the King's men as servants scurried out. Only the master stood firm. And the sight of his tall still figure momentarily slowed the invasion. Time enough for the Jesuit to slide lithely [...]
Through the illness, this moment kept him going. He unearthed his bike and dusted it off after long disuse. He mounted and the wind breathed on his face. Down the main street with a few early shoppers barely glancing at the lycra-clad figure speeding pass. He, however, enjoyed being on a surfboard weaving easily around [...]
Just released from prison, Robert Catesby looked for the last time at his beloved Chastleton. He had to sell his house to pay his fine. But he had admitted to plotting so that Queen Elizabeth I's successor would be a Catholic. He was lucky only to lose his estate. They could have hanged, disembowelled and [...]
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