![]() ![]() There’s a woman at my office who had two sons in quick succession recently. ![]() The Tudors were really bad at having kids. No one paid too much attention to the back-up plan with the girls, since the likelihood of them succeeding was thought remote, but that is exactly what happened. It should go to his only son Edward, then if he died without any heirs to his first daughter Mary, then if she died without any heirs to his second daughter Elizabeth. ![]() When Henry expired of (it is thought) type II diabetes he’d already laid down what should happen to the crown. Heads rolled, the stench of burning flesh hung in the air, and there was a coup d’etat, and in the middle of it all, three unfortunate children, one of whom was beheaded. This book picks up where Henry VIII and his collection of calamitous chorines left off and tells the story of the next eleven years. This is history at its best, with utterly intense soap opera plots and weird glamorous characters and all of it true. On that day a dead dog with clipped ears, a rope around its neck, and its head tonsured like a priest’s was hurled into the Queen’s chamber at Whitehall. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |