Monmouth's little fleet dropped anchor in the harbor of Lyme Regis two days after I had arrived. The town was giddy – they thought Cromwell had been re-incarnated. Within a day, fifteen hundred men had rallied to his standard. Almost the only one who did not embrace him was the Mayor. But I had already warned him to keep his bags packed and horses saddled. I helped him and his family slip out of town, following covert trails of Vagabonds, and he despatched messengers to the Churchills in London. This way Winston could go to the King and say, 'My constituents are in rebellion and here is what my son and I are doing about it' rather than having the news sprung on him out of the blue.