'Oh, mind you, John was never attached to that regiment – just visiting with his Dad. The family lived in London. Jack went to some foppish School there. Sir Winston pulled what few strings were available to him – probably whined about his great loyalty during the Interregnum – and got John appointed as a page to James, the Duke of York – the King's Papist brother – who, last I heard, was up in Edinburgh, going out of his mind and torturing Scotsmen. But back then, of course, round about 1670, the Duke of York was in London, and so John Churchill – being a member of his household – was there, too. Years passed. Bob and I fattened and grew like cattle for the Fair on soldiers' table-scraps.'