Base Court Stories

On a cold January day with the mists from the River Thames being dispersed by the soft seasonal zephyrs barely bothering the banners and flags of the festivities the most important man in England lay motionless on the tilt dirt. He could not move with the pounds of gold- and silver-embossed armour holding him to the ground like a vice even if he was conscious which he was not. The crowd having gone from rapturous delirium to a silence within the blink of an eye only broken by the cries of the highest in the land; Norfolk Cranmer and of course a trembling Anne all gripped in terror for differing reasons. Could the actions of two low-born servants change history and will the actions of two other servants have consequences beyond? Are four lesser servants to blame?