The
Arrow
of Time
This
story is based on fact. All the main characters are - or at least were - real.
There are many scientists currently
studying the nature of time and one of the debates taking place in such
communities is whether time is merely a continuous flow or, instead,
“granular” in nature. It seems that one of the advantages of granular time
is that somehow it can “remember” what has taken place previously and build
on this accumulation, going forward step by step, like an evolving story.
Somewhat like this one, really, where a whole series of very different events
(some of them monumental and some taking place centuries apart) had to occur,
each one leading to the next, in order for what eventually happened to have been
able to take place.
Like every situation in the whole of human history the starting point
probably has to be the “big bang” or whatever it was which formed our
universe in the first place, be that a divine instigation or something purely
physical (or a combination of both). Without that there would be no stars and no
sun and no earth and so on. Those fundamental building blocks are universal, so
let’s take them for granted for the moment and consider some of the more
direct causes which let to this particular business.
Perhaps,
in this case, the place to pick up the unfolding history of humankind is with
the dawn of Christianity, for without Christianity there would have been no
“Desert Fathers”, those early Christian hermits who sought solace in the
Egyptian desert to come closer to God and to work through the teachings of
Jesus. It was the Desert Fathers who gave birth to monasticism and without
monasticism Welbeck Abbey in Nottinghamshire would never have been built as a
religious house. Without religious houses there would have been no suppression
of the monasteries and convents by King Henry VIII and thus no Welbeck Abbey as
an asset to be appropriated by the King and granted by him to another person.
Without the Abbey there would have been no residence there to come into the
hands of the Dukes of Portland and no recreation activities taking place on the
estate for the Dukes and their guests. In the absence of all of those things,
the incident would not have happened.
Of
course, it could be argued that other time granules had accumulated in the first
place to give rise to properties with estates elsewhere and other Dukes and the
people with whom they took company. Whilst that may be true it would not
necessarily mean that what took place would simply have happened somewhere else
instead. In any case it didn’t: it happened at Welbeck Abbey and it almost -
but not quite - changed all the monumental and world shaking time granules which
accumulated thereafter.
The
Abbey was founded in the 1140s
during that period in British history when the number of religious houses seemed
to be increasing almost exponentially. It ended up being one of some thirty such
houses in England under the Order of the Premonstratensians,
an Order which itself had been founded only twenty years earlier in
north-eastern France and which went on to possess houses in many other European
countries.
Welbeck
Abbey survived as monastery just short of 400 years. Henry VIII’s supression
of all monastic communities commenced in 1536 and just two years later, Welbeck
was a religious house no more; the monks had been swept away and the property
had been granted by the King to a Member of Parliament called Richard Whalley of
Screveton, from the other end of the county. At that time the Abbey, surrounded
by its extensive grounds, was a fair sized building with a gatehouse and
included what had been the cloister and even vaulted basements, once workrooms,
storage areas and extra prayer spaces for the community.
After
a succession of different owners, the property came into the ownership of
William Cavendish, who was later to become Duke of Newcastle. It was the
Cavendish family who undertook substantive works on the building, retaining from
the original Abbey fabric only the basements and inner cloister walls. Later it
became the seat of the Dukes of Portland.
The
Fifth Duke carried out - at great cost and employing thousands of workers -
even more extensive building works around the estate, many of which survive
today, although major repairs were needed to the house by the time the sixth
Duke succeeded in 1879.
The
se and further new works were duly carried out and although a fire in 1900
destroyed one of the wings, within five years this had been rebuilt and the
property took on its full mantle as a magnificent country seat. It boasted a
long, varied frontage, incorporating a castellated entrance, with an impressive
four storey wing to one end, whilst the interior included a large gothic hall
and state dining room with marble chimney pieces and a great number of fine
pictures.
This
lavish habitation and its superb surrounding landscaped parkland, plus gallops,
fields, lakes and woodland, made Welbeck Abbey a centre for gatherings of the
upper-class and it was really thanks to the sixth Duke, William John Arthur
Charles James Cavendish-Bentinck (to give him his full name!) and his wife
Winifred, the Duchess, that their home was accorded the status of one of the
great social centres of England.
The
Duke and Duchess entertained all the time, inviting prestigious guests from
Britain
and around the world, including Monarchs, Prime Ministers and Heads of State
plus a seemingly endless succession of other noble and distinguished
individuals.
Such
a constant flow of high-profile guests created a demand for a great army of
servants, particularly when those staying were partaking in activities around
the estate such as fieldsports.
The
shooting, in particular, required more than simply the gamekeeper and his
entourage acting as beaters, flankers and stops.
The
re would be a shoot captain having overall responsibility for the gun team,
including the loaders and pickers-up, whilst other servants would need to be on
hand to attend to their masters and mistresses out in the open without depleting
the numbers still required indoors to keep the house running.
The
whole entourage needed to be carefully managed to ensure that nothing went
wrong and that the guests enjoyed themselves to the full, thereby allowing them
to speak well of the estate and its hospitality. At
the time in question the house could not properly function without detailed
planning for these almost military like operations, all of which came under the
aegis of one Mary Marshall, housekeeper at Welbeck. She possessed unrivalled
authority over the indoor servants and commanded a fearful respect from the
outdoor servants, estate workers and local tradesmen.
When
the workload threatened to be overwhelmed by visiting guests and their
recreational pleasures, some of the required extra servants were drafted in from
nearby Worksop and even from other country house estates in the region. It was
into such a melee that a particular servant found himself thrust in November
1913. I shall call him Edward.
Edward
knew from Mary Marshall that there was a group of illustrious persons, including
a foreign gentleman and his wife, staying at the house until the end of the week
and he speculated that there must have been a good deal of commotion following
the arrival of these dignitaries on the twenty-second because some of his
servant friends had been continuously busy since then covering various duties in
and around the house and grounds.
A
day’s pheasant shooting had been arranged and that was why Edward had been
drafted in.
The
decades before the Great War were the heyday of the sport of game shooting on
the great English country estates and Edward had assisted at a number of these
in one capacity or another. On this occasion, he was chosen to act as loader for
the foreign gentleman. A loader’s responsibilities include carrying the guns,
cartridges and associated paraphernalia, marking fallen birds if required,
offering advice and guidance on the guns when necessary but, primarily and most
importantly, having a loaded gun ready to hand over to his master in an instant
in exchange for the weapon which had just been discharged.
The
spent gun would need quickly to be reloaded in readiness for the next exchange,
thereby ensuring a more or less constant rate of fire, when needed.
Welbeck
Abbey’s gamekeeper had been working for months in preparation for the winter
shooting and Edward himself was up early that morning, receiving his
instructions for the day in the gun room from the shoot captain, being handed
the guns and equipment, preparing himself for the day ahead and wondering if the
foreign gentleman would give him a sizeable tip at the end of it if he performed
well.
The
beaters went on ahead, armed with sticks ready to beat the bushes and flush out
the birds. In due course the main party assembled, clad smartly in shooting
jackets, bowler hats and thick woollen socks reaching up almost to the knees,
with the trousers tucked well inside.
The
intention was for the Duke and his shooting guests to form a rolling line,
gradually walking forward bagging birds as they went, the loaders - with their
large cartridge bags and ready-loaded guns – would be in close attendance to
their masters and the pickers-up, shoot followers, wives and other servants
behind them.
The
weather over the previous few days had been mixed;
raining then sunny and frosty, followed by a cold snap with snow, some of which
was still lying in pockets. This made the ground both hard and soft in places,
calling for careful footwork. As the party made its way across the vast fields,
there was a sudden rise of pheasants. Edward lost his footing and fell.
The
gun he was carrying, already loaded, dropped from his grip, hit the ground and
discharged both barrels simultaneously.
The
bullets shot inches past the foreign guest who was just a few feet ahead. Had
the trajectory been only a few degrees different, the result would undoubtedly
have been the instant death of a foreign dignitary on British soil. As it
transpired, such a tragedy was averted - but by the smallest of possible
margins.
On
that November day, Edward’s fall in a field in Nottinghamshire could have
changed world history, for the foreign gentleman who heard the bullets whistling
past him and who so nearly met his death was no less a person than Archduke
Franz Ferdinand.
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Just
seven months later a bullet did kill him. This
one, however, was discharged not by accident but by design. During a visit the
Archduke and his wife were making to the Bosnian capital
Sarajevo
on 28
June 1914, both were shot dead by Gavrilo Princip.
The
assassination, by the Serbian nationalist, started a chain of events which,
compounded by a series of treaties and national rivalries, quickly lead to the
outbreak of the First World War. Had the Archduke died instead in a shooting
accident in an English field, perchance the granules of time would not have gone
on to a inflict a global conflict lasting over four years and which saw 17
million people killed, 20 million wounded and the face and society of Britain
and the world changed for ever.
© Richard Farquharson,
Maulden,
Bedfordshire April 2016