He was egotistical, verbose and hot-headed to a fault. But he did
not deserve to dieÂ
His name was Will Fowler, an actor in the esteemed theatrical
company called Lord Westfield's Men, a vibrant young man flushed
from the success of a recent performance at The Queen's Head
theatre. So exuberant was he that he persuaded the resourceful
manager of the company, Nicholas Bracewell, to quaff a pint or two
at a nearby pub.
Alas, it was to be Will's last taste of beer. A tavern brawl left
him dead Â- but not before he gasped for Nicholas to find his
fast-fleeting, red-bearded murderer and administer a just revenge.
Yet finding Will's murderer in London's dark, crowded streets was a
seemingly impossible task Â- not to mention the fact that Lord
Westfield's Men were just commanded to appear at the court of
Elizabeth I Â- an honour one dare not refuse . . .
