Virtual books. Blood, Theft and Arrears: Stealing The Crown Jewels. What was behind Colonel Thomas Blood’s failed attempt to steal the Crown Jewels during the cash-strapped reign of Charles II and how did he survive such a treasonable act? Nigel Jones questions the motives of a notorious 17th-century schemer. Illustration of Colonel Thomas Blood by G.Scott, 1813Money was always a problem for the merry monarch. Generous with courtiers, supporters and mistresses, the pensions that Charles II (r.1660-85) actually owed to lesser mortals were often either in arrears – or never paid at all. But Charles knew the value of majesty to monarchy and after his penurious years of exile did not stint in putting on a show.
He spent the huge sum of £32,000 on remaking the Crown Jewels, which had been broken up, melted down or sold off by Cromwell’s Commonwealth. A courtier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, was appointed keeper of the jewels. Talbot’s assistant keeper at the Tower, confusingly named Talbot Edwards, was not nearly as well-off as his boss. Further reading: R.L. The Animated Bayeux Tapestry. Best of History Web Sites.
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