As a child, I listened entranced to a radio serialisation of David Scott Daniell’s historical novel Hunt Royal. Both the story and the accompanying music by Purcell were thrilling. This tale of Charles II’s escape after the Battle of Worcester, related by the king himself to his wife and courtiers, was full of romance and adventure, the very essence of what I imagined it must have felt like to be a Cavalier. After the Restoration, the story was carefully nurtured, not least by the king himself, though his own written version of it did not appear until after his death. No doubt in his lifetime it gained in the telling. But it studiously avoided any deeper reflection on his disastrously misjudged attempt to regain the three kingdoms he claimed to rule through an alliance with the Covenanters in Scotland, an attempt which had brought him to defeat in the heart of England in 1651. Nor did it reveal the frustrations and hardship of a second period of exile, when he became a wanderer dependent on the goodwill of France and then Spain. Support, both moral and financial, was in short supply. There had been, as his brother James later remembered, ‘nothing so rare as money’. Bickering advisers, an obstreperous mother and awkward siblings all added to his frustrations, even as the English Commonwealth grew stronger in Europe. There seemed to be no end in sight, despite his attempt to keep up the trappings of kingship – a court, a council, patronage. No wonder he felt the need to reinvent his past. So did many of those who stayed loyal to him through these difficult times, perhaps none more so than his Irish supporters, whose experiences are superbly brought to life in Mark Williams’s elegantly crafted first book.