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  “Once the war was over and Harry had fully recovered, he and Emma were married and moved into the house next door, although I confess a few acres still divided us. Back in the real world, I wanted to be a politician, while Harry had plans to be a writer, so once again we set out on our separate paths.

  “When I became a Member of Parliament, I felt that at last we were equals, until I discovered that more people were reading Harry’s books than were voting for me. My only consolation was that Harry’s fictional hero, William Warwick, the son of an earl, good-looking, highly intelligent, and a heroic figure, was obviously based on me.”

  More laughter followed, as Giles turned to his next page.

  “But it got worse. With every new book Harry wrote, more and more readers joined his legion of fans, while every time I stood for election, I got fewer and fewer votes.

  “He only in a general honest thought

  And common good to all, made one of them.”

  “And then, without warning, as is fate’s capricious way, Harry’s life took another turn, when he was invited to be the president of English PEN, a role in which he was to display skills that would be the envy of many who consider themselves to be statesmen.

  “PEN assured him that it was an honorary position and shouldn’t be too demanding. They clearly had no idea who they were dealing with. At the first meeting Harry attended as president, he learned about the fate of a man few of us had ever heard of at the time, who was languishing in a Siberian gulag. Thanks to Harry’s sense of justice, Anatoly Babakov became a household name, and part of our daily lives.”

  This time the cheering inside and outside the cathedral went on and on, as people took out their pens and held them high in the air.

  “Thanks to Harry’s relentless determination, the free world took up the great Russian writer’s cause, forcing that despotic regime to give in and finally release him.”

  Giles paused and looked down at the packed congregation, before he added, “And today, Anatoly Babakov’s wife, Yelena, has flown from Moscow to be with us, and to honor the man who had the courage to challenge the Russians in their own back yard, making it possible for her husband to be released, win the Nobel Prize, and join those giants of literature who live on long after we have been forgotten.”

  This time it was over a minute before the applause died down. Giles waited until there was total silence before he continued.

  “How many of you present here today are aware that Harry turned down a knighthood because he refused to be so honored while Anatoly Babakov was still languishing in prison. It was his wife Emma who, several years later, when the palace wrote a second time, convinced him he should accept, not in recognition of his work as a writer, but as a human rights campaigner.

  “I once asked this modest, gentle man what he considered to be his greatest achievement: topping the best-seller lists around the world, becoming a knight of the realm, or making the world aware of the genius and courage of his fellow author, Anatoly Babakov? ‘Marrying your sister,’ was his immediate reply, ‘because she never stopped raising the bar, which pushed me to greater and greater heights.’ If Harry was ever boastful, it was only in the pride he took in Emma’s achievements. Envy never entered his thoughts. He only delighted in other people’s success.

  “His life was gentle, and the elements

  So mixed in him that Nature might stand up”

  “In our family, we have a tradition that every New Year’s Eve we each reveal our resolution for the coming twelve months. Some years ago, Harry admitted somewhat diffidently that he was going to try and write a novel that would have been admired by his mother, who was his most exacting critic. ‘And you, Giles,’ he asked, ‘what’s your New Year’s resolution?’ ‘I’m going to lose a stone,’ I told him.”

  Giles waited for the laughter to die down, as he placed one hand on his stomach, while holding up a copy of Heads You Win in the other for all to see.

  “I put on another five pounds, while Harry’s book sold a million copies in the first week after publication. But he would still have considered it more important that his sister-in-law Grace, a former professor of English at Cambridge, hailed it as a masterpiece of storytelling.”

  Giles paused for a moment, as if reflecting, before he continued. “They tell me Harry Clifton is dead. I suggest that whoever dares to repeat that slander should look at the best-seller lists around the world, which prove he’s still very much alive. And just as he was about to receive the accolades and garlands that would acknowledge his life’s achievements, the gods decided to step in and remind us that he was human, by striking down the person he most loved.

  “When Harry first learned of Emma’s tragic illness and had to face the fact that she only had a year to live, like every other obstacle that life had placed in his path he faced it head-on, even though he accepted that this was a battle that could yield no victory.

  “He immediately dropped everything, even his pen, in order to devote himself to Emma, and do everything in his power to lessen her pain. But none of us who lived with them through those final days fully realized the toll and strain that pain was inflicting on him. Within a few days of Emma’s death, in an ending worthy of one of his novels, he was to die himself.

  “I was at his bedside when he died, and had rather hoped that this man of letters might deliver one final, memorable line. He didn’t let me down. ‘Giles,’ he said, clutching me by the hand, ‘I’ve just come up with an idea for a new novel.’ ‘Tell me more,’ I said. ‘It’s about a boy born in the back streets of Bristol, the son of a docker, who falls in love with the daughter of the man who owns the docks.’ ‘And what happens next,’ I asked. ‘I’ve no idea,’ he said, ‘but I’ll have the first chapter ready by the time I pick up my pen tomorrow morning.’”

  Giles looked up toward the heavens and said, “I can’t wait to read it.” Trying desperately to hold himself in check, the words no longer flowing, he turned to the last page of his eulogy, determined not to let his friend down. Ignoring the text, he said quietly, “It is true that Harry requested a quiet exit from life’s stage, and I ignored his wishes. I am no Mark Antony,” said Giles, looking down at the congregation, “but I believe the Bard’s words apply every bit as much to Harry as they did to the noble Brutus.”

  Giles paused for a moment, before he leant forward and said, almost in a whisper,

  “His life was gentle, and the elements

  so mixed in him that nature might stand up

  and say to all the world, This was a man!”

  THE END

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  THE CLIFTON CHRONICLES

  Only Time Will Tell

  The Sins of the Father

  Best Kept Secret

  Be Careful What You Wish For

  Mightier Than the Sword

  Cometh the Hour

  NOVELS

  Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less

  Shall We Tell the President?

  Kane & Abel

  The Prodigal Daughter

  First Among Equals

  A Matter of Honor

  As the Crow Flies

  Honor Among Thieves

  The Fourth Estate

  The Eleventh Commandment

  Sons of Fortune

  False Impression

  The Gospel According to Judas

  (with the assistance of Professor Francis J. Moloney)

  A Prisoner of Birth

  Paths of Glory

  SHORT STORIES

  A Quiver Full of Arrows

  A Twist in the Tale

  Twelve Red Herrings

  The Collected Short Stories

  To Cut a Long Story Short

  Cat O’ Nine Tails

  And Thereby Hangs a Tale

  PLAYS

  Beyond Reasonable Doubt

  Exclusive

  The Accused

  PRISON DIA
RIES

  Volume One—Belmarsh: Hell

  Volume Two—Wayland: Purgatory

  Volume Three—North Sea Camp: Heaven

  SCREENPLAYS

  Mallory: Walking Off the Map

  False Impression

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  JEFFREY ARCHER was educated at Oxford University. He has served five years in Britain’s House of Commons and twenty-four years in the House of Lords. All of his novels and short story collections—including Cometh the Hour, Mightier Than the Sword, Be Careful What You Wish For, Best Kept Secret, Sins of the Father, and Only Time Will Tell—have been international bestselling books. Archer is married with two sons and lives in London and Cambridge.

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Family Trees

  Prologue

  Harry and Emma Clifton

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Giles Barrington

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Sebastian Clifton

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Lady Virginia Fenwick

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Jessica Clifton

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Lady Virginia Fenwick

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Sebastian Clifton

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Harry and Emma Clifton

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Emma Clifton

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Harry Arthur Clifton

  Chapter 52

  Also by Jeffrey Archer

  About the Author

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  THIS WAS A MAN. Copyright © 2016 by Jeffrey Archer. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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  Cover design by Michael Storrings

  Cover photographs: house © Glenn Beanland / Getty Images; clouds © Angel Gallego / EyeEm / Getty Images; grass © naturemania / Shutterstock; man © Johnér Images - Nilsson, Huett, Ulf / Getty Images

  The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

  Names: Archer, Jeffrey, 1940– author.

  Title: This was a man: the final volume of the Clifton Chronicles / Jeffrey Archer.

  Identifiers: LCCN 2016036799 | ISBN 9781250061638 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781250131799 (signed edition) | ISBN 9781466867512 (e-book)

  Subjects: LCSH: Families—England—History—20th century—Fiction. | Social classes—England—Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Sagas. | FICTION / Suspense. | GSAFD: Historical fiction.

  Classification: LCC PR6051.R285 T48 2016 | DDC 823/.914—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016036799

  e-ISBN 9781466867512

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  Originally published in Great Britain by Macmillan, an imprint of Pan Macmillan, a division of Macmillan Publishers Limited

  First U.S. Edition: November 2016

 


 

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