He was rather glad of it, for he felt weary and giddy in mind.
But the new thoughts once awakened ranged on their courses.

To destroy the false kingship would open the way for the true.

He was no leveller; he believed in kings who were kings in deed.

The world could not do without its leaders.

Oliver was such a one, and others would rise up.
Why reverence a brocaded puppet larded by a priest with oil, when there were men who needed no robes or sacring to make them kingly?
Teach the Lord's Anointed his mortality, and there would be hope in the years to come of a true anointing.
He turned to his daughter.
"I believe your night's work, Cis, has been a fortunate thing for our family." She smiled and patted his hand, and at the moment with a great jolting the coach pulled up.