Chapter 6 The Passing of the King

 Late fall, the weather is cloudy. The sycamores in front of the Duke of Norfolk's mansion had already withered, red, yellow, overlapping layers, flooding with a hint of a different flavor.

 And Thomas Howard, the owner of the hundred or so acres of the dukedom, was writing something in his study with a candle lit that would have amazed anyone who could read.

 "Dear Sir John Flowerdew, our efforts have still not changed His Majesty's will to tamper with God's decree!" The Duke thought for a moment, seemed to have made up his mind, and wrote through clenched teeth.

 "And so we have resolved to bring back God's favor to the whole of England by force of arms, and we hope you will mobilize the local gentlemen to come together to support us!"

 The Duke of Norfolk writes with a great deal of excitement, his long depression seeming on the verge of bursting forth, fantasizing about Henry VIII ousting the throne and the House of Howard becoming the masters of England.

 Suddenly, the silence was suddenly cut off by something.

 A knock on the door came with a sharp thud, and a slightly mellow voice rang out, "Your honor, Your Honor! May I ask why you are disturbing the Duke of Norfolk's residence?" The voice was suddenly stern again.

 "Don't you know what a crime it is to disturb the rest of a Lord Duke without cause?" The Lord Duke heard that it was the voice of his own butler, Andrew.

 "Oh no! Lord Steward, I have come at the bidding of His Majesty the King!" The young man's voice took on a mellowness that suddenly straightened and hardened again.

 Andrew heard that it was the king's will and suddenly choked.

 Since the War of the Roses in the previous generation, the king's power has grown immensely, and the nobles can no longer stand against the king.

 The War of the RosesThe war was fought mostly by armies of knights on horseback and their feudal retinues. The Lancasters had supporters mainly in the north and west of the country, while the Yorks had supporters mainly in the south and east.

 The large number of noble casualties resulting from the Wars of the Roses (barons and above killed in action, middle feudal lords by the thousands, and the remainder of the household soldiers) was one of the main reasons for the weakening of the power of the aristocratic fealty, which led to the development of a strong centralized monarchy under Tudor control.

 As a matter of fact, according to the statistics of later generations, there were only one lord in the whole of England at the time of the year. And in the present year, I'm afraid there are less than one nobleman with a knighthood.

 Unlike continental Europe, which relied on aristocratic rule, the Tudors were able to rely on a group of local gentlemen to govern.

 ~Century England had no resident local government, only resident burghers who provided voluntary services.

 Gentry self-government was more loosely connected to central government in London and relied more on person-to-person relationships.

 That is, it is a form of social governance centered on localism, tied to traditional cultural practices, and managed by squires volunteering for public office.

 To put it bluntly, it means that the localities let the burghers self-govern, the judicial power is vested in the central government, and the king's power does not go down to the countryside without paying a salary for nothing.

 Getting back to the point, the Duke of Norfolk, hearing this, hastily set fire to the credit candle he had just written halfway through.

 Young Judge Jackson pushed past Butler Andrews and barged right into the study.

 "Clang!" The gate was opened roughly by the judge, and the young face faced the Duke straight on, "My dear Lord Duke, I beg you to come with us!"

 Jackson didn't dare treat the Lord Duke like a butler, because the nobles were connected up and down the line, and who knew when he could get out again.

 In fact, it is true, the Duke of Norfolk has just been captured less than an hour, there are three waves of nobles came to ask for help, so that Henry eight world can not go down. He could only be imprisoned.

 As each step of time passed, the king's condition worsened, and Edward and Elizabeth, along with his eldest sister Mary, stayed with the king without leaving.

 The king's sanity was sometimes lucid, sometimes confused, and he was in pain and weakness.

 Edward was powerless to do so; he had been nothing more than a liberal arts student in his previous life, and had never studied medicine, and only knew some general medical knowledge.

 Despite only living with Henry VIII for just over five years, Edward had received no less fatherly love than anyone else's, so Edward's heart was no less hard to bear now than Elizabeth's and theirs.

 Whitehall Palace, Windsor Castle, year, month.

 Whitehall Palace, also known as Whitehall, was the main residence of the King of England in London from year to year. It was located in London, England, on what is now Whitehall Street.

 By this time the Tudor royal family had moved to Whitehall Palace, to be precise the four of Henry VIII, Edward, Mary, the eldest princess, and Elizabeth, the second princess.

 The entire royal palace was silent, the sound of the maids walking was even softer, the breath did not dare to gasp, the atmosphere seemed very depressing.

 In the king's bedroom, Queen Catherine Parr sat on the edge of Henry VIII's bed, sobbing softly.

 year, the aged Henry took for his sixth wife Catherine Parr, who served at court.

 Catherine Parr was a twice-married widow with radical religious views, while Henry was a conservative. The two often argued, and several times it nearly got her killed, but she always gave in in time.

 Influenced by the Queen, Henry reconciled with his two daughters, Mary and Elizabeth. Catherine Parr took good care of Henry's children, Mary, Elizabeth and Edward, and gave them a good education. She also took good care of Henry, who was ill and prone to anger in his later years.

 So the whole palace respected the gentle and virtuous queen, and she and Edward were the only ones who could dissuade the furious Henry VIII in his later years.

 His Majesty on the bed was closing his eyes tightly, when they suddenly opened, and his snow-white face became flushed.

 Instead of being happy the people in the room became sadder. It was generally known that people who were dying would have a flashback, and that was what was happening to His Majesty the King right now.

 "Plank, memorize what I'm about to say!" The king said in a neutral voice to the clerk beside him.

 "Yes, Your Majesty!" The clerk responded, holding back his grief.

 "Upon my death, the throne shall be inherited by Edward, Duke of Cornwall, or Mary if he has no heir."

 The king did not care about Edward's embarrassment and immediately added "If Mary is still without an heir then Elizabeth will succeed to the throne!"

 Also considering Edward's age, "A Council of Regents is formed by Edward Seymour, Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, and John Dudley, Earl of Warwick ...!" The King considered this and added "They act as King until Edward grows to age."

 The king seemed to have used up all his strength, and simply lay down.

 The room was filled with ministers talking away as the king gave them a hard time, creating a whole new system of regency.

 Next to him, Edward Seymour burst into a smile; he was Edward's uncle, a Protestant and a guy who had risen to the third rank.

 Suddenly, one of the maids tried the king's nose with her hand, and then suddenly withdrew it again, crying out "God has taken His Majesty!"

 The tears Edward had been holding back flowed uncontrollably down his boyish face.