Marie Brennan - In Ashes Lie

I habitually put my research bibliography on my website, both to help any reader who wants to know more, and to acknowledge the scholars without whom I could never write these books. Where the latter is concerned, I must single out the late C. V. Wedgwood, who did more than any other historian I read to bring this period to life. Any historian will mention, for example, the attempted arrest of the Five Members, perhaps quoting one or two of the famous lines from the incident; Wedgwood goes on to say that Charles was accompanied by his nephew, and the Earl of Roxburgh was propping the door open, and some of the courtiers in the lobby mimed firing at the men in the Commons. Such details are more valuable than gold to a writer of historical fiction. All of the real event scenes in the first half of this book owe their truthfulness to Wedgwood; for the second half of the book and the Great Fire, I refer you to my Web site, and all the other scholars listed there.

I also owe an enormous debt of gratitude to those who aided me directly. Aside from all the wonderful LiveJournal folk who recommended references to me, I must thank Meriel Jeter and John Schofield at the Museum of London; Susanne Groom of Historic Royal Palaces; and Gwen Thomas, Robin Pyke, and Kate Robinson of the National Trust at Ham House. Ellen Rawson and Ian Walden rescued me from being at the mercy of the Sunday bus schedule in rural Oxfordshire; John Pritchard supplied me with valuable information about the history of the Vale; and Lothair Biedermann lent me a spot of help in placing labels on the map at the front of this book.

I dont have names for all the individuals at the Guildhall Library and London Metropolitan Archives who aided me in my documentary research while I was in London, but all hail the honorable order of librarians, without whom I would have been lost.

And particular thanks to Kate Walton and Alye Helms, for more late-night (and sometimes afternoon) conversations about the book. Their comments kept me on course when I was lost in the wilds of seventeenth-century historyand one well-timed question from Kate regarding the Cailleach Bheur saved my sanity when I needed it most. The Kate in this novel is not named for her, but she feeds my general conviction that anyone with that name must be an excellent person indeed.

The Royal Family of England

Charles Stuart, first of that nameKing of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland

Henrietta MariaQueen to Charles I

Charles Stuart, second of that namePrince of Wales, and after King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland

Catherine of BraganzaQueen to Charles II

James StuartDuke of York, and brother to Charles II

James Stuartlate King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, and father to Charles I

Mary Stuartlate Queen of Scots, and mother to King James

The House of Lords

William LaudArchbishop of Canterbury

Thomas WentworthLord Deputy of Ireland, created Earl of Strafford

Thomas GreyLord Grey of Groby

John MordauntViscount Mordaunt of Avalon, and a Royalist conspirator

Edward Hydelater Earl of Clarendon, and a Royalist conspirator

William CravenEarl of Craven

MaxwellGentleman Usher of the Black Rod

The House of Commons

John GlanvilleSpeaker of the House of Commons

William LenthallSpeaker of the House of Commons

Sir Antony Ware }

Thomas Soame }aldermen and members for London

Isaac Penington }

John Pyma Parliamentary leader

John Hampden }

Denzil Holles }allies of John Pym

Arthur Hesilrige }

William Strode }

Sir Francis Seymoura knight and member of Parliament

William Prynnea member of Parliament

The New Model Army

Oliver Cromwella general and member of Parliament, and later Lord Protector of England

Henry Iretona general and member of Parliament

Thomas FairfaxLord Fairfax of Cameron, likewise a general

Thomas Pridea colonel

Edmund Ludlowan officer

Richard Cromwellson of Oliver Cromwell, and second Lord Protector

George Monckgeneral of the Army in Scotland

Londoners

Sir Morris Abbot }

Thomas Alleyn }Lord Mayors of London

Sir Thomas Bludworth }

Sir William Turneran alderman of London

Katherine Warewife to Sir Antony Ware

Burnettmanservant to Sir Antony Ware

Thomas Farynora baker

Humphrey Taylora Puritan

Benjamin Hipleya spymaster

John Lilburneleader of the Leveller movement

Marchamont Nedhama printer of news

John BradshawLord President of the High Court of Justice

Elizabeth Murraysuo jure Countess of Dysart, and a Royalist conspirator

John Ellina doctor

Samuel Pepysa diarist

Robert Huberta traitor

Sir Michael Devena mortal man, now dead

The Onyx Court

LuneQueen of the Onyx Court

Valentin AspellLord Keeper

Amadea ShirrellLady Chamberlain

Nianna ChrysantheMistress of the Robes

Sir Prigurd Nellta giant, and Captain of the Onyx Guard

Sir Cerenel }

Sir Essain }

Sir Mellehan }knights of the Onyx Guard

Sir Peregrin Thorne }

Dame Segraine }

Gertrude Goodemeadea brownie of Islington

Rosamund Goodemeadeher sister, and likewise a brownie

Sir Leslican elf-knight

Lewan Erlean elf-lord

Carlinean elf-lady

Angrislaa nightmare

Tom Toggina hob

Bonecrunchera barguest

Blacktooth Megthe hag of the River Fleet

Foreigners, exiles, and deceased fae

Fiacha }

Nuada }Ard-Rthe, High Kings of Ireland

The Dagda }

ConchobarKing of Ulster

Eochu Airtollamh and ambassador from Temair

AilillKing of Connacht

MedbQueen of Connacht

Feidelm of the Far-Seeing Eyepoet and ambassador from Temair

Nicneventhe Gyre-Carling of Fife

Kentigern Nelltan exiled giant, and brother to Sir Prigurd Nellt

Halgresta Nellttheir sister, likewise a giant, now dead

Cunobelan exiled knight, and brother to Sir Cerenel

Ifarren Vidaran exiled lord

Orgata powrie of the Border

Cailleach Bheurthe Blue Hag of Winter

Wayland SmithKing of the Vale of the White Horse

Irritha sprite of Berkshire

Invidianalate Queen of the Onyx Court

PUDDING LANE, LONDON: Sunday, September 3, 1666

The bakery lay silent and dark in the small hours of the morning, lit only by the faint glow of embers from the hearth. Faggots of wood sat under the beehive dome of the oven, awaiting the mornings burden: loaves of bread, pots of baked meat. Sunday was a day of rest, but not of fasting, and so the baker must to work.