“We need a sudden rush,” J said. “So that everyone comes and buys from us. So that everyone remembers our name. We need to make our own mania, a mania for the Tradescant plants.”

John was on his hands and knees beside his son, but he leaned back to rest for a moment. “You have an idea,” he said, looking at J.

“I thought I should go to Virginia,” J said. “Go and collect rarities by the boxful, bring them back in time for the planting season, spring next year. Hope to bring back some flowers that people will pay good money to own.”

“We’d have to find the price of your passage,” John said cautiously. “It’s a good plan. But it’s thirty pounds or so to send you out in the first place. And things are tight, J. Very tight.”

J said nothing and John looked again at his son’s bleak face. “It’s not just business, is it? It’s because you have lost Jane.”

“Yes,” J admitted honestly. “I find I cannot bear this place without her.”

“But if you went to Virginia, you would come back? You are thinking only of a visit? There are your children, and the Ark, and our gardening for the queen. And I am getting old.”

“I will come back. But I have to get away now. You don’t understand what it is like for me to sleep in her bed at night, and for her not to be there. And I can’t bear to go into that damned orangery. Every time I walk in there to see to a plant or water a tray of seedlings I think she is still lying in the corner and forbidding me to come in and hold her. She died alone like a beggar on a street corner without nursing – and there was so much that I wanted to say to her and ask her-” He broke off. “You don’t understand,” he repeated.

“I do,” John said slowly.

“No. You can’t possibly understand. When Mother died you had months of warning, and you were even able to give her some flowers at the end. You had time to say farewell. You could hold her-”

“Once I lost a love, a great love, without warning,” John said with difficulty. “And with much left unsaid. I do know what it is to dream and long for someone, and to think of their death over and over, and of the thousands of ways you could have prevented it, and the thousands of ways you should have prevented it, until you are sick of your own life, since it was not given in exchange.”

J looked into his father’s face. “I didn’t know.”

John realized that his son thought he was speaking of a woman, perhaps a lover from long ago. He did not correct him. “So I do understand,” he said.

“You will let me go?”

John rested his hand on J’s shoulder and hauled himself to his feet. He recognized again, to his continual surprise, that the stripling had grown to be a man with a shoulder as broad and strong as his own. “It’s not for me to order you,” he said. “You are a man grown and an equal partner with me. If you need to go, you must go, and my blessing will go with you. I’ll care for Frances and Baby John, and for the Ark and for Oatlands while you are away. And I will trust you to come back as soon as you can. I’m getting old, J; I need you here and your children will need you.”

J rose too but his shoulders were slumped. “I shan’t forget my duty.”

“And they will need a mother,” John ventured.

J flung his head up. “I can’t marry again,” he said flatly.

“Not for love,” John said gently. “No one is asking for that. But the children need a mother. They cannot be raised by me and by a couple of maidservants. Baby John is only just walking; he will need a mother to bring him up and teach him his manners and play with him. And you will need a wife. You’re a young man, J. There are long years ahead of you. You will need a companion and a friend for those years.”

J turned away and put his hand on the rough bark of the apple tree to steady himself. “If you knew how it hurts me even to think of another woman, you would not say that,” he said. “It is the cruelest, most unkind thing you could say. There will never be a woman in her place. Never.”

John put his hand out once more, and then let it drop back. “I will not say it again,” he said gently. “I miss her too.” He paused. “I don’t believe there is another woman who could take her place,” he acknowledged. “She was a rarity. I have only ever seen one of her.” It was his greatest praise.

They could not find the passage money; the Ark was a sinking ship. Then J thought that he could put the idea of sending him into the queen’s mind. He briefly mentioned it when she stopped beside him in the queen’s court one day as he was tying back the creepers against the wall.

“You would think of leaving my garden? Of leaving my service?” she asked.

J dropped to his knee. “Never,” he said. “I was thinking of the wealth that Raleigh and Drake brought back for Queen Elizabeth. I was thinking that I would like to bring back treasures for you.”

Her ready vanity was stimulated at once. “Why, you would be my knight errant!” she exclaimed. “Gardener Tradescant on a quest for his queen.”

“Yes,” J agreed, hating himself for the play-acting even as he let the masque sweep on.

“And there must be gold and silver somewhere there,” she said. “The Spanish got enough from it, as our Sweet Lord knows. If you could bring back some precious stones it would help His Majesty. It is a wonder to me how much it costs to buy a few pictures and to keep the court.”

“Indeed, Your Majesty,” J said to the earth beneath his knee.

“You will bring me back pearls!” she exclaimed. “Won’t you? Or emeralds?”

“I will do all that I can,” he said cautiously. “But I will certainly bring you back rare and beautiful plants and flowers.”

“I shall ask the king to give you a letter patent,” she promised. “He will do it at once.”

Such was the erratic detail of the Stuart court management that there could be riots and rebellions about the collection of ship money up and down the country, and proud men accused of treason and flung into jail alongside criminals and beggars, and the king scarcely aware of it. But the queen was excited about Tradescant the young gardener visiting Virginia, and she told the king, and that became the business of the day.

“You must bring back some fine p… plants,” the king said pleasantly to J. “Flowers and trees and shells, I hear they have precious sh… shells. I shall give you a letter of authority. Anything you see that would profit me, or the k… kingdom, you must have, free of charge, and bring it back. I shall give you a patent to collect. My loyal subjects in the new world will help you.”

J knew that a good proportion of the king’s loyal subjects had fled to the Americas determined never again to live directly under such a ruler, and paid their dues to England only with the most irritated reluctance.

“You must come back with r… rarities too,” the king said. “And see if you can bring Indian corn to grow here.”

“I will, Your Majesty.”

The king gestured and one of his yeomen stepped forward. “A p… patent to collect in Virginia,” the king said, his lips hardly moving. The yeoman, new at his work, had not yet learned that the king hated giving orders. Half of his servants’ work was guessing what he required. “Have it written up. To Mr. T… Tradescant.”

J bowed. “I am obliged to Your Majesty.”

Charles extended his hand for J to kiss. “You are indeed,” he said.