Well, at least that solves the problem of selling seeds and plants, he said. If I am making a new royal garden we will need all our stocks. Were back in profit, Hester. Am I to go at once?
I said you were on the road to Oatlands, before I knew what the message was. So you can go today or tomorrow.
So our troubles are over! John exclaimed happily. A new garden to design, and all our seedlings and plants bought by the king.
I dont think our troubles will be over that quickly, Hester said cautiously. Take great care, John, when you meet the king and queen.
When John got to Wimbledon the king and queen were not to be found.
Their Majesties are walking privately in the garden, one of the courtiers told him. They said you were to go and meet them there. You may approach Their Majesties.
John, accustomed to the ways of the court, expected to find twenty to thirty people with the king and queen walking privately, but for once they were indeed alone, just the two of them, with her hand in the crook of his arm and her embroidered silk skirts brushing against his legs as they walked together.
John hesitated, thinking that for once they might have chosen to be alone and might be enjoying their privacy. But when they turned at the edge of the grass court and saw him the queen smiled and the king beckoned him forward with one of his little gestures. Although they wished it to be always understood that they were very much in love, they preferred each others company before an audience. The queen liked to be seen publicly basking in the kings adoration, even more than she enjoyed a private moment.
Ah, Gardener Tradescant! the queen said. John bowed low and dropped to one knee. The king flicked his finger to permit John to rise and John got up. At once he saw that they were not having a carefree stroll in the garden. The queen was flushed and her eyelids were red, the king looked pale and strained.
Your Majesties, John said warily.
The king has bought me this pretty house to take our minds off our troubles, the queen said in her lilting accent. We are much troubled, Gardener Tradescant. We want to be diverted.
John bowed. It could be a fine garden, he said. The soil is good.
I want it done all new, the queen said eagerly. A pretty style to match the house. She gestured back at the manor house. It was a handsome place new-built of red brick, with two arching flights of steps down from the terrace and gardens terraced down the slope. I want many fruit trees. The king and I will come here in midsummer to escape from the noise and fuss of the court and we will eat fruit off the trees and grapes off the vine and melons off the- She broke off.
Off the ground, the king suggested. They g-grow on the g-ground, do they not, Tradescant?
Yes, Your Majesty, John said. My father learned the way of making them grow rich and ripe when he was with Sir Henry Wootton at Canterbury, and he taught me the way. I can grow you melons here and all sorts of fruit.
And pretty flowers, the queen added. White and blue flowers in the knot garden.
John bowed his assent, keeping his face hidden. White and blue were the flowers of the Virgin Mary. The queen was asking for a Papist knot garden on the very edge of a London on the brink of revolt.
We need somewhere to retire in these troubled times, the king said. A little hidden garden, Tradescant. Somewhere that we can b-be ourselves.
The queen stepped to one side to look at a neglected watercourse, lifting her silk dress carefully away from the wet ground.
I understand, John said. Will you be here only in summer, Your Majesty? It helps me if I know. If you are not to be here in autumn then I do not need to plant for that season.
Yes, the king said. A summertime p-place.
John nodded and waited for further orders.
It pleases me to give her a p-pretty little h-house of her own, the king said, watching the queen at the end of the little terrace. I have great work to do I have to d-d-defend my crown against wild and wicked men who w-would pull me down, I have to d-defend the church against Levelers and s and s and sectaries and Independents who would unstitch the very fabric of the country. It is all for m-me to do. Only I can preserve the country from the m-madness of a few wicked men. Whatever it costs me, I have t-to do it.
John knew he should say nothing; but there was such a strange mixture of certainty and self-dramatization in the kings voice that he could not remain silent. Are you sure that you have to do it all? he asked quietly. I know some sectaries, and they are quiet men, content to leave the Church alone, provided that they can pray their own way. And surely, no one in the country wants to harm you or the queen, or the princes.
Charles looked tragic. They d-do, he said simply. They drive themselves on and on, c-caring nothing for my good, c-caring nothing for the country. They want to see me cut down, cut down to the size of a little p-prince, like the d-doge of Venice or some cats-paw of Parliament. They want to see the p-power my father gave me, which his aunt g-gave him, cut down to n-nothing. When was this country t-truly great? Under King Henry, Queen Elizabeth and my f-father, King James. But they do not remember this. They dont w-want to. I shall have to fight them as traitors. It is a b-battle to the death.
The queen had heard the kings raised voice and came over. Husband? she inquired.
He turned at once, and Tradescant was relieved that she had come to soothe the king.
I was saying how these m-madmen in Parliament will not be finished until they have destroyed my ch-church and destroyed my power, he said.
John waited for the queen to reassure him that nothing so bad was being plotted. He hoped that she would remind him that the king and queen he most admired his father, James, and his great-aunt Elizabeth, had spent all their lives weaving compromises and twisting out agreements. Both of them had been faced with argumentative parliaments and both of them had put all their power and all their charm into turning agreements to their own desire, dividing the opposition, seducing their enemies. Neither of them would ever have been at loggerheads with a force that commanded any power in the country. Both of them would have waited and undermined an enemy.
We must destroy them, the queen said flatly. Before they destroy us and destroy the country. We must gain and then keep control of the Parliament, of the army and of the Church. There can be no agreement until they acknowledge that Church, army, and Parliament is all ours. And we will never compromise on that, will we, my love? You will never concede anything!
We must destroy them, the queen said flatly. Before they destroy us and destroy the country. We must gain and then keep control of the Parliament, of the army and of the Church. There can be no agreement until they acknowledge that Church, army, and Parliament is all ours. And we will never compromise on that, will we, my love? You will never concede anything!
He took her hand and kissed it as if she had given him the most sage and levelheaded counsel. You see how I am advised? he asked with a smile to Tradescant. You see how w-wise and stern she is? This is a worthy successor to Queen Elizabeth, is sh-she not? A woman who could defeat the Sp-Spanish Armada again.
But these are not the Spanish, John pointed out. He could almost hear Hester ordering him to be silent while he took the risk and spoke. These are Englishmen, following their consciences. These are your own people not a foreign enemy.
They are traitors! the queen snapped. And thus they are worse than the Spanish, who might be our enemies but at least are faithful to their king. A man who is a traitor is like a dog who is mad. He should be struck down and killed without a seconds thought.
The king nodded. And I am s-sorry, Gardener Tradescant, to hear you sympathize with them. There was a world of warning despite the slight stammer.
I just hope for peace and that all good men can find a way to peace, John muttered.
The queen stared at him, affronted by a sudden doubt. You are my servant, she said flatly. There can be no question which side you are on.
John tried to smile. I didnt know we were taking sides.
Oh yes, the king said bitterly. We are certainly t-taking sides. And I have paid you a w-wage for years, and you have worked in my h-household, or in the household of my dear D-Duke since you were a boy have you not? And your f-father worked all his life for my advisers and servants, and my f-fathers advisers and servants. You have eaten our b-bread since you were weaned. Which side are you on?
John swallowed to ease the tightness in his throat. I am for the good of the country, and for peace, and for you to enjoy what is your own, Your Majesty, he said.
What has always b-been mine own, the king prompted.
Of course, John agreed.
The queen suddenly smiled. But this is my dear Gardener Tradescant! she said lightly. Of course he is for us. You would be first into battle with your little hoe, wouldnt you?
John tried to smile and bowed rather than reply.
The queen put her hand on his arm. And we never betray those who follow us, she said sweetly. We are bound to you as you are bound to us and we would never betray a faithful servant. She nodded at the king as if inviting him to learn a lesson. When a man is ready to promise himself to us he finds in us a loyal master.
The king smiled at his wife and the gardener. Of course, he said. From the highest servant to the l-lowest, I do not forget either loyalty or treachery. And I reward b-both.
Summer 1641
John remembered that promise on the day that the Earl of Strafford was taken to the Tower of London and thrown into the traitors prison to be executed when the king signed the Act of Attainder his death warrant.
The king had sworn to Strafford that he would never betray him. He had written him a note and gave him the word of a king that Strafford would never suffer in life, honor or fortune for his service those were his exact words. The most cautious and wily members of the Privy Council fled the country when they recognized that Parliament was attacking the Privy Council rather than attacking the king. Most of them were quick to realize too that whatever the king might promise, he would not raise one hand to save a trusted servant from dying for his cause. But the Bishop of Ely and Archbishop William Laud were too slow, or too trusting. They too were imprisoned for plotting against the safety of the kingdom, alongside their ally Strafford in the Tower.