Armada

When the Catholic Mary Tudor had been on the throne she had married Philip of Spain. Her decision had threatened to rob England of its independence by making it part of the Hapsburg Empire, pitting William’s loyalty to faith and crown against his country. Similarly the excommunication of Elizabeth by Pope Pius V had set his faith in opposition to his loyalty to his monarch. On each occasion however William had stuck doggedly to his principles, allowing him to forge a resolution that satisfied both his conscience and his honour.

Now his adopted son was facing a similar challenge in the guise of Spain’s threat to invade. The loyalties that William had taught him were being set in opposition. However, William considered steadfast adherence to one’s beliefs as a mark of courage and fortitude, and he was confident that Robert would eventually find his own resolution.

‘God will bring England back into the Catholic fold in His own good time,’ William said tolerantly. ‘Believe in that, Robert, and until that day give Elizabeth every ounce of your loyalty.’

‘I will,’ Robert replied, troubled by the fact that for a moment he had seen no other way for his family name to be restored than with a successful Spanish conquest.

Without his name he would always be another man’s son. While William Varian had cared for him like one of his own, Robert could still remember the shame he had felt when William had let it be known to the townsfolk of Brixham that Robert’s father had died of the plague. William had refused to reveal Robert’s title and lineage, and at twelve years old Robert had believed this secrecy was motivated by jealousy of his brother-in-law’s superior ancestry. He had hated him for it. Only as he grew older did he understand that the subterfuge was for his own safety, learning by degrees of his father’s part in the Northern Rebellion and his subsequent self-exile into obscurity and death.

It was a past that Robert had always struggled to accept and he desperately regretted the fact that he had never been given an opportunity to confront his father. Robert knew much about the Northern Rebellion and how the nobles had planned to depose Elizabeth in favour of Mary Stuart, but he had always wanted to know why his father had personally taken part, why he had risked everything, his name, his title and the birthright of his only son on a venture that was, at its heart, an act of treason.

‘There is much weighing on your mind,’ William said, reading Robert’s expression. ‘You should speak with Father Blackthorne.’

‘He is here?’

‘Yes,’ William said with a smile. ‘In the chapel. Go and see him before we eat.’

Robert rose and left the room. As he climbed the stairs his pace quickened at the prospect of seeing his old friend. He reached the landing and walked down the corridor leading to the back of the house. To his right were two widely spaced doors and Robert paused between them. The entrance to the chapel was invisible in the wood panelling that ran the length of the wall and Robert took a moment to trace his hand over the joints, searching for the small but distinctive knot that marked the hidden doorway. He found it, but did not enter immediately, suddenly remembering why he had been anxious all these weeks to see the priest. The full measure of his guilt swiftly returned to him. He took a deep breath and pushed firmly on the knot. The lock released with an audible click and the panel hinged inwards. Robert ducked his head to enter.

The chapel had been constructed between two existing rooms, using floor space from both. It was cramped, barely eight feet by ten. Father Blackthorne was kneeling before the altar and he spun around at the sound of the door. He smiled at the sight of Robert and rose to greet him.

‘It is good to see you safely returned from Spain.’

‘My parents told you,’ Robert surmised and Father Blackthorne nodded.

‘Why did you not tell me yourself when we last met at the motte beside Saint Michael’s?’

‘I feared it would anger you,’ Robert replied. ‘I know how you feel about Drake and his kind, and this attack was planned to strike at the heart of Spain.’

‘Your father believes an invasion by Spain will destroy England. But I tell you, Robert, this is God’s plan. Spain may be our worldly enemy but they are our spiritual ally and Philip has the power to restore England to the true faith.’

Robert nodded conciliatorily, not wishing to be drawn into an argument. Father Blackthorne had expressed his beliefs many times before and Robert knew they were unshakable.

‘I am glad to find you here, Father, for I had planned to seek you out. I need absolution.’

‘I understand, Robert. Your participation in the attack on Spain is deeply troubling to me,’ Father Blackthorne replied, misconstruing Robert’s remorse. He indicated for them both to kneel.