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Tudor history
Perkin Warbeck was a pretender to the English throne claiming to be Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York, who was the second son of Edward IV and one of the so-called ‘princes in the tower’. Due to the uncertainty as to whether Richard had died (either of some natural cause or having been murdered at the Tower of London) or whether he had somehow survived. Warbeck’s claim gained some support.
Warbeck made several landings in England backed by small armies but met strong resistance from the King’s men and surrendered in Hampshire in 1497. Warbeck emerged as a significant threat to the newly established ‘Tudor Dynasty’ Henry declared Warbeck an imposter.
Dealing with Warbeck cost Henry VII £13ooo (equivalent to 10879000 in 2021) putting a strain on Henry VII’s weak state finances and so, affected his kingship. This was bad because he didn’t have a strong right to have the throne and so, could get him kicked out.
-Ryan
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Tudor history.
Henry VII had many problems when he claimed the throne. One of them was him being an usurper. Henry VII became king by defeating Richard III in battle which meant that he was vulnerable to being overthrown by someone else who might do the same to him.
The next one were the pretenders. Lambert Simnel and Perkin Warbeck pretended to have the right to the throne and tried to take it from Henry. However, Henry defeated both of them. He also set them free but Warbeck decided to revolt. It failed, and Henry had to have him hanged to prevent him from causing more trouble.
One of the last ones were the nobles. They were powerful and had their own armies, some of them had switched sides during the War of the Roses. Henry used rewards and punishments to control them from causing trouble and having him kicked off the throne.
-Ryan
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Hi Beth.
The homework is a bit late but I hope I can get it past the deadline.
Best wishes,
Ryan.
The rattling engine of the old jeep bounced up and down the knobbly brick road as the dishevelled driver parked it along the stream. He wiped sweat off his brow, and trudged to the fuel station to get a drink. Meanwhile. The tyres started to move ever-so-slightly towards the downslope. An unseen sinewy and scabbed hand, released the emergency brake (even if it hadn’t worked) as the rickety jeep tumbled into the fast currents of the river.
Theodore was just behind me as the ancient land rover cascaded into the waters and became borne away by currents. Our plan to travel around England had miserably failed, we had began our journey at eleven p.m. to be precise, at Sussex before our engine started to malfunction mysteriously. And before one hour, our dream had been washed away. It was midnight now, and all we had to do was escape the twilight moors.
A warm slightly-less comforting breeze brushed against my face as the sound of the gurgling engine chilled my blood and marrow. A wolf howled, our (ex) driver shuddered and Theodore desperately scanned the moors for the route back to our peaceful Sussex village. A twig snapped. We all froze in fright and a cloaked figure glided away from a tree followed by a pale ghostly woman.
All I wanted to do the was to yell out loud, but the words travelled through the wrong tube and it only gave me a headache. I think the same thing happened to my accomplices as well. Suddenly, the beautiful scenery of the vallys before had morphed into something a lot more questionable and a lot more mortifying.
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Hi Beth.
This is my homework.
I am sorry it is late again.
I couldn’t put it in an attachment so I wrote it here again.
The darkness caved around the glistening citrine bulb of hope. It flickered. The diamond-polished gold stand tilted and some searing hot wax trickled out, singeing the splintered ash tree table.
A spider-like scabbed hand, held it aloft as if in victory until the varmint held it up to his obnoxious, dry and cracked lips. And … blew it out. A wasted victory. Suddenly, a blackout collided with the little village, the town was plunged into an uncoloured blizzard… and the hooded figure stalked away. “Hello? hello? Are you there?” called my big sister (Ivy) I was dazed and confused by this remark, so I brusquely replied, “Why are you waking me up? It is still dark!” thinking it was some sort of comical joke I peered through the window and my stomach juices stopped running… I knew exactly what it was.
The candle was out…
How could this have happened? The only times I experienced these things were in storybooks! was this conspiracy true? Soon me and Ivy were stumbling towards the sacred cottage, wrapped up warm and shielding our eyes from that sinful, coal-black snow. We edged closer and closer, taking precaution in every step, dreading on what was about to come. An empty, lonely white candlestick split in two while the unscathed, brass holder rolled about on the tabletop (or what was left of it) boreing more holes with its enternally hot wax. The scene was gutting…
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Hi Beth
This is my homework for this week.
I couldn’t put it into a file, so I wrote it down instead.
I am sorry it is late.
Ryan.
The prison van, trundling down the highly-potholed road, crashed through the rusty- metal gates. To jail. Roger sighed, it had been a few hours after the court case now. So there he was, sitting on a cold, metal seat and hand-cuffed heavily as to prevent him from escaping. A rough prison warden grasped him and bundled him through the scratched, rotting double doors of Westby’s juvenile detention centre. The place stank of gas and dirty laundry. Roger had to strip his clothes and hand over his belongings as the guard handed him some ugly, orange jumpsuits which reeked of sweat. The slightly elderly janitor ushered him into his cell, and that’s when he met his cellmate.
Aster Percival, Italy’s public enemy No.1, and he wasn’t even 16! he glanced at Roger with a long, hard stare, and then headed down for lunch. This was one of the most unforgettable meals he had ever had! powdery eggs, highly-dented cutlery, fatty soup and a lifetime supply of carrots. After that, it was free time for the inmates. Aster sat on his bunk reading the rule book when the unpredictable happened.
The lights went out, and it wasn’t even curfew yet! Alarms flashed, sirens wailed and a dreadful noise came from the electricity room. Aster sat bolt upright, never in his years of being here had he experienced such an amazing (and dreadful) scene in his life! Roger decided to go and investigate. A guard spotted Aster tag along with Roger so he yelled “Hey you come back, Percival!” so loudly that he nearly swallowed his whistle! Roger just managed to yank open the door to the electricity room as a cascade of boxes obstructed their way out.
Alone (nearly) in the dark, Roger shivered. Suddenly, multicoloured sparks lit up the room to reveal the most terrifying sight, a beast indescribable as it may seem the scarlet blood-red eyes burned brightly like a fresh cut inside someone’s heart. Roger and Aster didn’t know anything about this monster, but what they did know was that it was a machine, a monster machine that was made to kill. Roger gulped.
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Hi Beth
This is my homework for this week.
I couldn’t put it into a file, so I wrote it down instead.
I am sorry it is late.
Ryan.
The prison van, trundling down the highly-potholed road, crashed through the rusty- metal gates. To jail. Roger sighed, it had been a few hours after the court case now. So there he was, sitting on a cold, metal seat and hand-cuffed heavily as to prevent him from escaping. A rough prison warden grasped him and bundled him through the scratched, rotting double doors of Westby’s juvenile detention centre. The place stank of gas and dirty laundry. Roger had to strip his clothes and hand over his belongings as the guard handed him some ugly, orange jumpsuits which reeked of sweat. The slightly elderly janitor ushered him into his cell, and that’s when he met his cellmate.
Aster Percival, Italy’s public enemy No.1, and he wasn’t even 16! he glanced at Roger with a long, hard stare, and then headed down for lunch. This was one of the most unforgettable meals he had ever had! powdery eggs, highly-dented cutlery, fatty soup and a lifetime supply of carrots. After that, it was free time for the inmates. Aster sat on his bunk reading the rule book when the unpredictable happened.
The lights went out, and it wasn’t even curfew yet! Alarms flashed, sirens wailed and a dreadful noise came from the electricity room. Aster sat bolt upright, never in his years of being here had he experienced such an amazing (and dreadful) scene in his life! Roger decided to go and investigate. A guard spotted Aster tag along with Roger so he yelled “Hey you come back, Percival!” so loudly that he nearly swallowed his whistle! Roger just managed to yank open the door to the electricity room as a cascade of boxes obstructed their way out.
Alone (nearly) in the dark, Roger shivered. Suddenly, multicoloured sparks lit up the room to reveal the most terrifying sight, a beast indescribable as it may seem the scarlet blood-red eyes burned brightly like a fresh cut inside someone’s heart. Roger and Aster didn’t know anything about this monster, but what they did know was that it was a machine, a monster machine that was made to kill. Roger gulped.
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