Once upon a time in medieval England, there was a young king who would do just about anything for his favorite night.

They were inseparable.

With love at the front of a king's mind, instead of war or ambition, you'd think the kingdom would be in for a golden

era of peace. But England is headed for the most catastrophic collapse seen for hundreds of

years. The saga continues, Join me Dan Jones on This is History, a Dynasty to

Die for. Available wherever you get your podcasts. The year is 1590 and you are standing in an abandoned settlement in the midst of a colonized wilderness,

an island in the Americas called Roanoke.

Your name is John White and you are desperately worried.

Three years ago, back in 87, you left your fellow colonists behind,

along with your family, to head back across the Atlantic Ocean to recruit

new colonists and gather fresh supplies.

But while back home, tensions with England's great rival Spain reached a boiling point.

The ships that would have ferried you back to the colony were commandeered by the crown to join in defending the realm against a great Spanish armada.

Those events are behind you.

Now, after weeks at sea, you finally returned,

spying plumes of smoke rising above the trees on Roanoke, across

Pamlico Sound. For days though, foul weather thwarted a landing. When the weather

calmed you approached in rowboats sounding a trumpet call.

There was no reply, again.

Nothing. Again.

Nothing.

You landed. At last, solid ground beneath your feet,

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