So it was boredom and terror, boredom and terror, all the way. The boring bits gave Daniel some leisure to ponder the quite peculiar family curse he seemed to be living under, namely, this marked tendency to be present at the demise of English Kings. He'd literally seen Charles I's head roll, and he'd watched Charles II being done in by his physicians, and now this. If the next Sovereign knew what was good for him, he'd make sure Daniel was assigned, by the Royal Society, to spend the rest of his life taking daily measurements of the baroscopic pressure in Barbados.