Among all the theories about Shakespeare's activities during these "hidden years," I gravitate toward the scenario proposed by Anthony Burgess in his spare and highly readable biography, Shakespeare. Burgess suggests, with some good evidence to back up his arguments, that Shakespeare had a "shotgun wedding," that his plans to marry a girl named Anne Whateley, of Temple Grafton, were derailed by his being forced to marry Anne Hathaway, of Shottery, an older woman whom he had obviously impregnated. For a more detailed explication, I refer interested readers to Mr. Burgess, who as a writer is far more lucid and entertaining on the subject than are most scholars and literary critics, some of whom tend to be agenda-driven apologists. But suffice it to say, as far as history and this novel are concerned, that everything that happened to William Shakespeare from the time he left Stratford until he resurfaced as a member of the company known as Lord Strange's Men (eventually to become more famous as The Lord Chamberlain's Men) is pure conjecture.
Consequently, there is no historical counterpart (at least so far as I know) to the character of Black Billy/Sir William Worley. That character is made up entirely of a dash of Errol Flynn, a pinch of Oliver Reed, a measure of Peter O'Toole, and a whole bunch of personal wish fulfillment. It is not, however, entirely out of the realm of possibility that someone like Worley might well have existed in real life, for the modern British Secret Service had its beginnings in the time of Elizabeth I, with Sir Francis Walsingham, her minister and chief hatchet man, so to speak.
The members of the company known as the Queen's Men, as portrayed here, are fictional with the exceptions of Dick Tarleton (who is only referred to in this novel and does not actually appear), Edward Alleyn, Will Kemp, Richard Burbage, and his father, James, who are all based on real people, with a considerable amount of dramatic license, needless to say. Alleyn did, in fact, quit the Queen's Men for the Admiral's Men, probably for reasons very similar to those depicted here, and Kemp eventually left, as well. (Tarleton fell ill about the time of the setting of this novel and died.) It should be noted that while the Queen's Men really did exist, there is no proof that Shakespeare had ever actually joined that company. He might have, but if he did, he was not with them very long and probably left around 1587 to join Lord Strange's Men, along with Will Kemp.
Christopher Marlowe, of course, is not a fictional character, but my treatment of him is entirely fictional, based loosely on what is known of his life. He was, to say the least, a flamboyant character, Shakespeare's only real competition at the time, a sort of Elizabethan Oscar Wilde with a bit of Harlan Ellison thrown in, if one can imagine such a thing. Marlowe, as some of my students might say, was very much "in your face" and probably would have left behind an even more brilliant literary history if he had not been savagely murdered in a bar. It is generally assumed that Marlowe was, indeed, engaged in some sort of espionage activity. Though no hard evidence for this exists, there seems to be some strong circumstantial evidence. It has been suggested that he was murdered in revenge by agents of Spain or else by his own government, to prevent him from testifying before the Privy Council and revealing inconvenient associations when he was accused of heresy and blasphemy. However, it is also entirely possible that he was simply murdered for being what and who he was. That Shakespeare admired Marlowe is a matter of historical record, but it seems doubtful, given their very different personalities, that they hung out together.
Smythe is, of course, entirely my own creation and I hope that you enjoyed him. My treatment of Shakespeare, likewise, is pure conjecture based upon subjective inference. I painted him, to paraphrase Mr. Burgess, the way I would have liked to see him. Most readers will, 1 hope, find it merely harmless fun. As Shakespeare might have said himself, and did:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding than a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
(Act V, Scene I)
Simon Hawke
Greensboro, North Carolina
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