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Show 202 "He must be in hiding," said Tomlinson. "Unless he escaped to America! Could he have managed that without your knowing, Tomlinson?" the words of Laud were chafing. "Now, who was it that you were telling me also bears watching?" "Cromwell, Your Grace, Oliver Cromwell." "He did make a rather fierce attack on Bishops in a speech in Parliament a few years ago...I wonder if he's as intractable as Lathrop? Yes, do put him on your list to watch. We've only begun to get rid of dissenters," said Laud. "Yes, Your Grace." "Even if Lathrop has gone to America, his genius, I'm afraid, will haunt all the pulpits here in England. . . . " "He was just a Puritan," said Tomlinson, "There's a saying, Tomlinson, that's not far from wrong. '"I'd rather have a troop of horses descend upon me than one lone Puritan convinced he is right.'" Taking note of the skepticism on Tomlinson's face, Laud added, "You'll have to admit, Tomlinson, that sometimes even horses and hounds and all the King's men are not a match for such a Puritan." "Your Grace, what can possibly come from a Puritan living in exile?" Laud looked at the small minded man before him who had no meaningful concept of the heighth and depth of the religious struggle in which they were engaged. |
