John straightened and rose up from his bath, water cascading all over the floor. Elizabeth handed him a linen sheet and he threw it around his shoulders. She was carefully looking away as if the sight of her husbands nakedness might lead her into sin. It was that turning away of her head which tripped John into irritation.
We dont repeat gossip about the king in this household, he said flatly. And when Elizabeth was about to argue he held up his hand. Its not a matter of piety or truth, Elizabeth. Its a lesson I learned from my lord. We dont gossip against the king. The price is too high if youre overheard. Whatever you are reading at your classes, you keep your mind on your Bible and off King James and his court, or you wont go again.
For a moment she looked as if she might argue. Does this man preach against the authority of God vested in men over their wives? he demanded.
She dropped her head. Of course not.
John nodded, hiding his sense of immense smugness. Good.
You know that all I have ever wanted is for you to come home and stay home, Elizabeth said, dragging the big bath toward the back door where it could be tipped into the yard. If you had been home I would have had no time to go to meetings.
John gave her a sharp look. Dont lay it at my door, he said. You can go where your conscience leads you as long as it does not take you into treason or into denying the authority of those set over you. All of those set over you. Me as your husband, my lord above me, the king above him, and God above him.
She flung open the door so a cool wind blew in around Johns bare legs. I would never deny Gods authority, she said. And I have not denied the authority of men. Mind you dont catch cold.
John turned abruptly and went to the bedroom to get dressed.
1622
Should we not transplant that chestnut? J asked his father. John was leaning on his spade, watching his coltish fourteen-year-old son at work. It must be getting too big for that box, J said.
I gave that to your mother the year we were married, John said reminiscently. Sir Robert and I bought a dozen of them no, half a dozen. Five I planted for him at Hatfield and one I gave to your mother. She kept it in a pot at Meopham, and then I moved it into the carrying box when we went to Hatfield, with you so little on the bench seat of the wagon that your feet didnt reach the board.
Shouldnt we plant it out now? J asked. So it can put down great roots?
I suppose so, John said thoughtfully. but we can leave it another year. Im going to buy some land at the back of our house, make a bigger garden, so that we can see it spread out. The man who sold it to me said they grow as wide as an oak tree. Theres no room for it in the cottage garden; it would overspread the house. And Id be loath to plant it here.
J gazed around Lord Woottons graceful garden, at the gray walls and the high tower of Canterbury Cathedral behind. Why not? It would look well enough.
John shook his head. Because its your mothers, he said gently. given from me to her the first time I loved her. She rarely comes in here; shed never see it. Its her keepsake. We must buy her a bigger house with a bigger garden so she can sit underneath it and rock your babies on her knee.
J flushed with the quick embarrassment of a young man still too innocent for bawdy talk. There wont be babies from me for a while, he said gruffly. So dont count on it.
You put your roots down first, John advised. Like your mothers chestnut sapling. Shall we take a break for our dinner now?
Ill go on, J said. I want to take a look at those Spanish onions of yours. They should be fit to taste soon.
Theyll be very sweet if theyve grown as well as they do at their home, John said. They eat them like fruit in Gibraltar. And take a look at the melon glasses when youre in the kitchen garden. They should be ripening. Bank up some straw around and under them to keep the slugs off.
J nodded and trudged off to the kitchen garden. John spread a napkin on the grass and opened his little knapsack. Elizabeth had given him a new-baked loaf, a slice of cheese and a flask of small ale. The crust was gray, the flour was poor this year, and the cheese was watery. Not even good money could buy good provisions. The country was feeling the pinch of bad finances and bad harvests. John made a small grimace and bit into his bread.
John Tradescant? John looked up but did not rise to his feet though the man standing above him was splendidly dressed in the livery of the Duke of Buckingham.
Who wants him?
The Duke of Buckingham himself.
John put his loaf of gray bread to one side and stood up, brushing off crumbs.
I am John Tradescant, he said. What does His Grace want?
Youre to go and see him, the man said abruptly. Youre summoned. Hes at New Hall at Chelmsford. Youre to go at once.
My master is Lord Wootton John started.
The man laughed abruptly. Your master can be Lord Jesus Christ for all that my master cares, he said softly.
John recoiled. No need for blasphemy.
Every need, the man insisted. For you do not seem to understand who commands you. Above my master there is only the king. If my master wants something he has only to ask for it. And if he asks for it, he gets it. Dyou understand?
John thought of the painted youth at Theobalds who sat in King Jamess lap, and the jewels around the young mans neck and the purse at his waist.
I understand well enough, he said dryly. Though Ive been away from court for some years.
Then know this, the man said. There is only one person in the world for King James, and that is my master the beautiful duke. He stepped forward and lowered his voice. The dukes friends can do anything they wish poison, treachery, divorce! All this they have done and escaped scot-free! Had you not heard?
I understand well enough, he said dryly. Though Ive been away from court for some years.
Then know this, the man said. There is only one person in the world for King James, and that is my master the beautiful duke. He stepped forward and lowered his voice. The dukes friends can do anything they wish poison, treachery, divorce! All this they have done and escaped scot-free! Had you not heard?
John carefully shook his head. Not a thing.
Lord Rochester took the wife of another man, no less than the Earl of Essexs wife. They declared him impotent! How would you like that?
Not at all.
Then Rochester and his new wife poisoned Sir Thomas Overbury, who would have betrayed them. She is a declared witch and poisoner. How dyou like that?
No better.
Found guilty, imprisoned in the tower, and then what dyou think?
John shook his head, maintaining his ignorance.
Forgiven overnight! the manservant said with satisfaction. If you have the kings ear you can do no wrong.
The king knows best, John said staunchly, thinking of his lost lord and his advice to be blind and deaf when other men are talking treason.
And Rochester was as nothing to my lord. The man lowered his voice still further. Rochester is the old favorite, but my lord is the new. Rochester may have had the kings ear, but my lord has all his parts. Dyou understand me? He has all his parts!
John kept his face very still; he did not smile at the bawdy humor.
My master is supreme under the king, the man declared. There is no one in England more beloved than my master, George Villiers. And he has decided that you are to serve him. The man looked down at Johns plain dinner. Chosen you from every other man in the kingdom!
I am honored. But I do not think I can be released from my work here.
The man flapped a letter in Johns face. Villierss orders, he said. And the kings seal. Youre to do as you are told.
John resigned himself to the inevitable, and rolled up his half-eaten dinner in his napkin.
And remember this, the man continued in the same boastful tone. That what the duke thinks today, the king thinks tomorrow, and the prince thinks the next. When the king goes, the duke and the prince succeed. When you hitch your cart to the star of my master you have a long brilliant future.
John smiled. I have worked for a great man before, he said gently. And in great gardens.
You have never worked for one like this, the servant declared. You have never even seen a man such as this.
John thought that Elizabeth would dislike the move to His Graces house at New Hall, Chelmsford, and he was right. She was passionately opposed to leaving Lord Woottons service and going near to the hazardous glamour of the royal court. But the little family had no choice. J took his mothers worries to his father and gained no satisfaction. Mother does not want to move house, and she doesnt want you to work for a great lord again, he said in his halting shy way. Mother wants us to live quietly; she likes it here.
Wont she speak to me herself?
She didnt ask me to tell you, J said, embarrassed. I thought perhaps you didnt know. I was trying to help.
John dropped a gentle hand on his sons narrow shoulder. I know what she fears, but I am no more free to choose where to live than your mother is free, he explained. She is bound by God to follow me, and I am bound by God to go where I am commanded by my lord and by the king above him. And lord and king and therefore God say we must go to the Duke of Buckingham in Essex. He shrugged. So we go.
I dont believe that God wants us to go near to vanity and idleness, J protested.
John turned a stern gaze on him. What God wants or does not want no man can say, only a priest or the king, he said firmly. If the king tells the duke who tells my Lord Wootton that I am wanted in Essex, then that is enough for me; as if God had leaned down from heaven and told me himself. He paused. And it should be enough for you too, J.
J, avoiding the challenge in his fathers gaze, looked away. Yes, sir, he said.
The little family had been expecting something impressive of New Hall. The duke had bought it as a palace near to London where he could entertain the king in a style befitting the royal favorite. It had been a summer palace for Henry VIII and had passed around the courtiers as a prize plum of patronage. Buckingham was said to have paid a fortune for it, and was now pulling the place apart to enrich it still further, under the direction of Inigo Jones, who was laying a great sweeping staircase of marble and noble stone gateways.