evidence: Cromwell finishes up his speech and just has one thing he wants to check. He just doesn’t want to suffer. [...] And Cromwell is now definitely dead. After his head was displayed for a while he was buried in the church of St Peter ad Vincula in the tower. [...] And it would turn out that the next iteration of Cromwell was, as far as talent went, a cross between Napoleon and Thatcher, and about as flexible. And what the Cromwell line had been shedding in its near century long quiet fade was all scraps of deference, and religious uncertainty. And it produced a man who, in the depths of the Civil War, helped bring into being the New Model army, commanded it to become became the original model Old Ironsides, and thought: