It is 1544. Henry VIII's battle for supremacy over the Church is fought and won. Four young men are brought together by their differences and find themselves fighting the king's war in Scotland. Through their actions there, they find themselves a powerful protector, and realise their dreams of serving their country through its most important figures. But, as religion threatens to tear them apart, can they unite against a common enemy?
Join James Longshawe, William Pike, Edward Strelley and George de Winter as they begin the adventures that see them shape history as we know it.
“She argues with great precision and perspicacity.”
“You do not think her shrewd?”
“The lady has a sharp mind, Sire, but her manner is gracious.”
“Your loyalty to her is commendable, Master Strelley. Both the queen and her lady mistress have reported that my daughter is headstrong, even ungovernable.”
“It seems you are willing to commit treason for the sake of policy,” Elizabeth reflects.
“Not so. You're wise enough to know how your father can be quick to anger. Learn to dissemble, Madam, such that no man may judge the depth of your perception.” Elizabeth stares at him.
“Can we not simply report to the king that this Askew woman has named Cranmer, the queen, and whomever else? Put the names into her mouth. Add the two Seymours' names to your list as well, while you're about it?”
Strelley sniffs, chewing his lip. “Why don't you try to bend a little before the wind, rather than this needing to stand up all the time? You know that it is the tallest poppies that lose their heads? Your devotion to your religion will be the end of you.”
“Let us not start this again,” Longshawe says.
“Ah, but we shall, James.” De Winter holds up his hand. “Once Henry is gone, I shall have to choose between my faith – my conscience – and my king. You-” he points at Longshawe “-who share Edward's evangelism, or you, Strelley, if you're willing to alter your opinion to suit the times, you have no such choice to make.”
Join James Longshawe, William Pike, Edward Strelley and George de Winter as they begin the adventures that see them shape history as we know it.
“She argues with great precision and perspicacity.”
“You do not think her shrewd?”
“The lady has a sharp mind, Sire, but her manner is gracious.”
“Your loyalty to her is commendable, Master Strelley. Both the queen and her lady mistress have reported that my daughter is headstrong, even ungovernable.”
“It seems you are willing to commit treason for the sake of policy,” Elizabeth reflects.
“Not so. You're wise enough to know how your father can be quick to anger. Learn to dissemble, Madam, such that no man may judge the depth of your perception.” Elizabeth stares at him.
“Can we not simply report to the king that this Askew woman has named Cranmer, the queen, and whomever else? Put the names into her mouth. Add the two Seymours' names to your list as well, while you're about it?”
Strelley sniffs, chewing his lip. “Why don't you try to bend a little before the wind, rather than this needing to stand up all the time? You know that it is the tallest poppies that lose their heads? Your devotion to your religion will be the end of you.”
“Let us not start this again,” Longshawe says.
“Ah, but we shall, James.” De Winter holds up his hand. “Once Henry is gone, I shall have to choose between my faith – my conscience – and my king. You-” he points at Longshawe “-who share Edward's evangelism, or you, Strelley, if you're willing to alter your opinion to suit the times, you have no such choice to make.”