Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

"Calm down, calm down," he said to himself when he awoke the next morning, "you're starting to look like one of his henchmen. That's not how an investigation should behave." So, based on his well-trained moral training, he became a prosecutor. Let's say Butler's story is made up.This story was made possible with the help of Stillington.Suppose both the Lords and the House of Commons are willing to turn a blind eye in the hope of seeing a stable government. Would that make anyone want to murder the two boys? It won't, will it? If the story is false, it is Stillington who will be removed.Lady Elena died in the monastery long ago, and she never thought of destroying the Crown Act.But Stillington can.But Stillington is alive and well.

The man he put on the throne didn't kill him. The coronation process was simple and smooth, with neither elaborate and beautiful ceremonies nor what some might have expected. Stillington's sudden confession caught everyone off guard.Richard was only eleven or twelve when Stillington signed Butler's contract, so he probably didn't know anything about it. If the Butler story was purely invented to help Richard get on the throne, Richard should pay back to Stillington.But Stillington was neither made a bishop, nor promoted, nor given an office. But the best guarantee of the truth of Butler's story is Henry VII's eagerness to destroy it.

If it was false, he could strike Richard's credibility simply by making Stillington publicly admit to lying, not by keeping it secret. Here Grant realized with disgust that he was again on the defendant's side. He decided to give up.He wanted to see Lavinia.Fitch, or Rupert.Lu Zhi, or other more fashionable writers, have expensive works on his desk that he has long neglected, and forget about Richard for a while.Branta Ginet, until little Carradine shows up for a further investigative report. He took Cecily.The sketch of the genealogy of Naville's grandchildren was put in an envelope, and Karatin's address was written on it, and the letter was given to Dwarf Winter Melon to mail.Then he removed the portrait of Richard leaning against the pile of books so that he wouldn't have to be seduced by what Inspector Williams blurted out about the face that should be on the bench.He reached for Silas."The Sweat and the Plow" by Wickley.

Later, he turned from the hard struggle of Silas's low society to Lavinia's afternoon tea culture, and from Lavinia's afternoon tea culture to Rupert's wanton sway between different scenes, but the more he The more dissatisfied he looked, until Carradine reappeared in his life. Caratine said with concern, "You don't look as good as the last time I saw you, Mr. Grant. are you uncomfortable? " "I'm sick of thinking about Richard," Grant said, "but I have a new Tony Pandi for you." He showed Caratine the letter from Laura, the letter about the drowned woman who had nothing to do with it.

Caratine read with the joy on his face like the sun behind the clouds, and finally said with a bright face: "My God, but it is amazing. Outstanding, first-hand, down-to-earth Tony Pan Di, isn't it? cute, so cute.Didn't you know that before?And you are a Scot? " "I'm not exactly a Scot," Grant pointed out. "No, I know of none of the so-called Presbyterian apologists who 'died for their faith', of course; but I don't know of any of them--or rather, two who didn't die at all." "Didn't they die for their faith?" Carradine repeated, bewildered. "You mean, this whole thing is Tony Pandi?"

Grant smiled. "I think so," he said in amazement. "I had never thought of that before. I once learned that a so-called 'apologetic' in Essex was actually a man convicted of murdering an old shepherd. Scoundrels of the death penalty. I don't believe in "martyrdom" since then. In Scotland no one is put to death unless a crime is committed." "But I thought they were very holy people--martyrs after all, I mean." "You must have seen pictures of secret religious meetings in the nineteenth century. A small group of devout people gathered in the heather to listen to a preacher; young faces rapt, elders with white hair blown by the wind. These Scotch Presbyterians The Apologists are the Irish equivalent of the IRA, a handful of extremists, a bloodthirsty bunch who demean the Christian nation. If you go to church instead of secret meetings, you wake up on Monday morning Will find your barn burned or your horse hung like a ham. If you express your grievances more openly, you will be shot. Several people were shot in broad daylight on a road in Fife Archbishop Sharp in the presence of his daughter, and as a result these men were adored by fellow party heroes. "Men of courage and zeal for God," say their admirers. For years they lived in safety and dignity on the West Side among their apologetic fans.

Another "evangelist" shot and killed Bishop Henneman in a street in Edinburgh.They also killed an old vicar from Casper, just outside his house. " "Sounds like Ireland, doesn't it?" said Carradine. "Actually they were worse than the IRA, because they had a fifth-column tinge. The Netherlands funded them, supplied them with weapons. They didn't operate alone, you know. At the first opportunity they will overthrow the government and rule Scotland in its place.Their preaching was all sedition.The most violent incitement imaginable.No government now tolerates such malice as it did then.Apologists are continually pardoned. "

"Oh, then, I guess they're fighting to worship God in their own way." "Nobody's stopping them from worshiping God in any way they want. They're trying to get their ecclesiastical way not just in Scotland but in England, believe it or not. You should see them someday creed. According to its terms, freedom of worship is not allowed--except, of course, in the way of worship of the Presbyterian Church." "And all the tombstones and monuments that tourists go to see—" "It's all Tony Pandey. If you read a tombstone that says John. Hussett "He died for his faithfulness to the Bible and the Scottish Reformation" with a touching text below that says "Victimized by Tyranny" , you can be sure that this John Hussett was sentenced to death after a proper trial by the court, and his death has nothing to do with the Bible." He chuckled and said, "What a great irony, you You know, a group of people who were then traitors to the Church to the rest of Scotland were raised to the status of saints, martyrs."

"If it's not a homophonic relationship, I won't doubt it." Kara said with consideration. "What?" "Like cat and mouse, you know." "What are you talking about?" "That cat-and-mouse doggerel you said, the one that sounds rude?" "Yes, it reads very viciously." "Then the word cavalry is the same. I think it refers to the police at that time. " "Yes. Mounted infantry." "Then, to me—and I suspect to everyone else who reads it—cavalrymen sound obnoxious. Their meaning becomes something they never were."

"Yes, I understand. It's like the riot troops now. The fact that the government has only a small group of people to run a huge area, so the apologists are very easy to incriminate. But then again. A cavalryman (also the police) can't arrest anyone without a warrant (he can't take his horse into any stable without the owner's permission, relatively speaking), but there's nothing stopping an apologist from lying comfortably In the heather, take a shot at the cavalry when you have time. That's what they do, of course. Now there's a bunch of literature about these poor, abused saints with guns in the heather; The cavalry on duty became monsters."

"Like Richard." "Like Richard. How are you doing with our own Tony Panty?" "Well, I haven't found out why Henry is so eager to repeal and make this bill go away. The matter was silenced and forgotten for years, until an initial draft inadvertently appeared in the Tower of London records. It was printed in 1611.The full text is printed in his History of the British Empire. " "Oh, so the Act of Crown Power is unquestionable. Richard succeeded as the Act said, and Saint Moore's claim has no basis. Elizabeth and Lucy have nothing to do with the matter from the beginning to the end." "Lucy? Who's Elizabeth. Lucy?" "Oh, I forgot. You don't know that Act. According to Sage Moore, Richard claims that Edward married one of his mistresses, named Elizabeth Lucy." The look of distaste on Caradine's face whenever the saint Maul was mentioned always made his gentle face almost sickening. "It's ridiculous." "Sage Moore pointed it out with complacency." "Why did he hide Elena Butler?" Carradine said, he had found the point. "Because she was really married to Edward, and these children are really illegitimate. If these children are really illegitimate, by the way, no one can revolt in their name, and they are against Richard. No threat. Did you notice that the Woodville Lancastrians were helping Henry and not the boys - even though Dorset was their half-brother? Rumors of disappearances had reached him, and the rebels in Dorset and Morton didn't take the boys seriously. They are for Henry.In that way Dorset would have the brother-in-law of the King of England, and the Queen of England his half-sister.This is really a turnaround for a penniless fugitive. " "Yes, yes, that's an important point, yes, about Dorset not helping his half-brother in his bid for the throne. If England had any chance of accepting boys, he would have supported them. Tell you what I found Another interesting thing about. The Queen and her daughters won't have to flee anytime soon. You remind me of her son Dorset.Not only did she stop fleeing, but she settled down as if nothing had happened.Her daughters also went to the palace banquet.Do you know what the quid pro quo is? " "have no idea." "That was after the prince was 'murdered'. That's right, one more thing for you. After her two sons were killed by their evil uncle, she also wrote to her other son Dorset in France to tell him to come home and make peace with Richard, saying that Richard would treat him well. " There was a silence. There are no chattering sparrows today, only the soft sound of rain hitting the windowsill. "No comment." Karatine finally spoke. "You know," said Grant, "there's nothing against Richard from the police point of view. I do think so.That's not to say the evidence isn't strong enough.I mean, the case is well thought out enough to make it to court.But there really wasn't any evidence against him. " "I'd say no. Especially when Richard died at Borstwood, and everyone on the list you gave me was alive and well and rich and free. They weren't just free, They were also well looked after. Edward's children not only danced in the palace, but also received a salary. After his own son died, he also appointed a child of the family to be his heir. " "which one?" "George's boy." "So he intends to restore his brother's son to his rights." "Yes. He protested George's sentencing, if you remember." "Even the sage Moore said he did. So all who are entitled to the English throne have their own rights, free and easy, while the monster Richard III reigns." "More than that, they are part of the whole. I mean part of the whole family and the economy of the kingdom. I've read a man named Davies on the York records, I mean the town of York, not the York family records.The two young Warwicks—George's son—and his cousin, Lincoln, were members of Parliament. There is a letter from Yorktown addressed to them in 1485.Also, when Richard made his son a knight, he also made Warwick Jr. a knight, after York did those "good things". " He paused for a long time, and then said suddenly: "Mr. Grant, do you want to write a book about these things?" "A book!" said Grant, startled. "I hope not. Why?" "Because I want to. It'll be better than writing about farmers." "Let's write." "You know, I have to give my dad something. Dad thinks I'm bad because I'm not interested in furniture, markets, charts, and marketing. If he could get a book I wrote, he'd probably believe me after all. Not entirely hopeless. In fact, I guess he's going to start bragging about how I've changed." Grant looked at him benevolently. "I forgot to ask you about Crosby House," he said. "Oh, very good, very good. If Carradine III saw it, he would want to take it home and rebuild it somewhere in the Adirondacks." "If you had written that book about Richard, he would have done that. He would have felt half-master. What would you call it?" "This book?" "yes." "I'm going to borrow a line from Henry Ford and call it 'history is bullshit.'" "great." "I'll have to read more and do more research before I can start writing, though." "That's for sure. You haven't touched the real problem yet." "What is it?" "Who actually killed the boy?" "Yes, of course." "If the boys were alive when Henry took over the Tower of London, what happened to them?" "Yes, I want to look into that matter. I also want to know why the destruction of the content of the Crown Power Act is so important to Henry." He got up to go, then noticed the portrait lying face down on the table.He took it and replaced the portrait in its place, carefully leaning it against the pile of books. "You stay here," he said to Richard in the middle of the day, "and I'll put you back where you belonged." As he stepped out the door, Grant said, "I just thought of a history that wasn't Tony Pandi." "Really?" said Carradine, stopping in his tracks. "The Grinke Massacre." "Did that really happen?" "It really happened. And—Brant!" Brant looked back through the door. "What?" "The man who ordered the massacre was none other than a radical apologist."