139:  Earls at the Gate

A white and orange against a darkening sky.
Linkin at sunset.

When I returned home Linkin sayt I’d been away so long the mistress feared some mischance had befell me.

He seemed troubled too.  Though not (as I later learnt) on my account.

The mistress came to call us in, and glimpst the Player Cat behind me.  She sayt, “Oh, poor cat!”

He took that for his kew [cue].  He high-tailed it to her, and spake aloud in a verie torrent and tempest of passion.

Nowt against me, mark you.  His wauls were of his fearful journey, his empty belly, his beating by an honest cat who mistook him for a rogue.

And what a spectacle he were.  One eye half-closed, one ear bloodie, his back begrimed, his belly kicked bald.

He rose on his legs and held hisself against her gown with one paw while he sawed the air with the other.

Most dramatickal.

Next I knew, he were in our house supping broth with a fish in it.  While the mistress sayt what a loving cat he were.  And not afeared of Wattie our dog. 

Doubtless he sought a place in our household.  Well, he were welcome to mine.  But not before the Earl of Essex was in favour again, and our Earl could offer me a better place than the one I had.

The next time I went to Essex House I did not stay long, lest I be shut in when all set forth to White-Hall.

As ever, there was talk of plots against Essex’s life.  Many feared an attack and were making weapons readie.

Essex did not leave the house that day.  He played at tennis.

After dark there came servants from the Privy Council, summoning him.  Twice.  He, rightly wary, would not go.  He sayt he was too sweatie after tennis.  He sayt he was a-bed.

A thin-faced, bearded man in dark clothes, with papers and an official red, embroidered, dispatch bag beside him.
Sir Rabbit – better known as Sir Robert Cecil. Via Wikimedia Commons.

I saw our Earl whispering with the pretty Penny and Sir Charles Daffers [Danvers].  They feared Sir Rabbit knew of our plat to enter White-Hall.

Our Earl and Sir Charles sayt it was not too late for Essex to flee England.

I did not think he would.

They went in to supper with the other special friends.  No word of invitation to me, so I came away.

On the river wall I met Onix and Kettie the Turkey Cat.

I swore them to secrecy and told of the plat for White-Hall: the Queen saved from evil counsel, her place promised to Scotland’s King, the Earl of Essex restored to his offices, Sir Rabbit on trial.

“Trial for what?” arrkst Onix.

“Corrupt and covetous dealings,” sayt I.  “And selling us to Spain.”

That made them prick their ears.  Then I arrkst if they’d seen or heard owt pertaining to Essex.

They told of some of his friends coming from the river and going up the lane to a tavern.  They’d seen nowt else since.

“Those gentlemen were in need of good cheer,” sayt I.  “They saw a play at the Glob which the players made them pay dear for.  The rogues swore it was so old none else would come.”

We sat awhile, musing on the wickedness of players.  Then I bethought me of the mischiefs the Player Cat might be working in my absence, and went home. 

Later Kettie and Onix came to our yard to report strange doings at Essex House.

“His lordship’s friends come and go in great haste,” sayt Onix. 

Creeping close, they’d heared one say he feared Essex might be lured from his house, or even murdered in his bed.

“But,” sayt Onix, “good citizens have pledged to aid him.”

Kettie sayt he was a good citizen, but durst not meddle in affairs of state lest he be thought a foreyn [foreign] troubler.  He’d keep watch from his print shop near Paws [St Pauls], but could do no more.

Head of a thoughtful looking black and white cat.
Onix, a good citizen.

Onix, feigning boldness, vowed to slip out on the morrow and go to Essex House.

The morrow was a day for sermons.  Our household went to Paws.  I sat on the wall of our yard awaiting Onix.

Linkin joined me, but onlie to complain.  He sayt the master meant to take another wife.  Our mistress would return to the countrie.  He did not wish to go.  He were too old to travel.  Etcetera.

I sat swivel-eared.  The citie oft hummed, but that morn it rumbled with sounds above the ordinary.

Trampings of feet, the rattle of chains.

And where was Onix?  If he’d gone alone to Essex House before ’twas light, why had he not returned?

There came many men’s voices.

And Kettie was flying across the rooves towards us.  He called, “Earls at the gate!  Earls at the gate!  Demanding entry to the citie!”

A large three-storey brick building, built over an archway with a portcullis.
The Ludgate, from a drawing c1650.  It probably looked much the same on Sunday 8 February 1601 when the Earls of Essex, Southampton, Rutland, and Bedford walked along the Strand and Fleet Street with their followers and entered the city.

18 thoughts on “139:  Earls at the Gate

    • toutparmoi July 12, 2018 / 2:17 am

      It is indeed. I do hope Onix – not the bravest of cats – is OK.

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    • toutparmoi July 12, 2018 / 4:45 am

      Panic is in the air. Let’s hope Tricks keeps cool.
      It does look like Essex was panicked into heading for the city, and Onix may well be panicking somewhere else. We’ll keep our fingers crossed.

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    • Christine Valentor July 12, 2018 / 12:53 pm

      Clearly the rebellion cannot be conducted with Onix! Oh but they must take care, otherwise they could end up like Player Cat, poor thing!

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  1. colonialist July 12, 2018 / 7:13 am

    The plot thickens to such an extent wading through reminds one of treacle!
    Will he become and Earl-y riser?

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    • toutparmoi July 12, 2018 / 3:19 pm

      Very likely! There were a surprising number of Earl-y risers about that Sunday.


    • toutparmoi July 12, 2018 / 2:47 pm

      Let’s hope Tricks doesn’t miss out on the action.

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  2. larrypaulbrown July 12, 2018 / 10:00 am

    Oh my. I hope nobody gets gobsmacked..Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I love that word.

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    • toutparmoi July 12, 2018 / 2:40 pm

      I have a sneaky feeling that this day is going to turn out to be totally gobsmacking.

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  3. Dave Ply July 13, 2018 / 1:11 pm

    Apt the Player Cat has made an entrance. The scene is developing, suspense growing, one can only assume than soon someone will be emoting to the galleries.

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    • toutparmoi July 13, 2018 / 6:58 pm

      I think the cats can be relied upon to keep their heads. The humans? Mmm…

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  4. Claudio LeChat July 13, 2018 / 5:19 pm

    I love the description of Player Cat’s attempts to inveigle his way into the affections of “our mistress”. So endearing as well as so palpably beguiling:) A very accomplished cat!

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    • toutparmoi July 13, 2018 / 7:03 pm

      He is indeed. I’m not surprised that Tricks remains suspicious of him, but you, Claudio, well satisfied with your own household, can to admire him.

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  5. dornahainds July 15, 2018 / 5:18 am

    What is worse; the anticipated conflict or its bloodied results after engagement!? Oh, the wait, the longing of somethings unknown..

    War is Hell. 😎🥀

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  6. Robyn Haynes August 25, 2018 / 2:41 pm

    Great build up of tension. I see how much I’ve missed out on so will hasten to the next post to see what happens (kind of like binge-watching TV serials!).

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