Governor Edward Trelawny was a real historic figure.
As I describe in my book, he was an extremely successful governor of Jamaica and he made peace with the Maroons, a community of ex-slaves, who had been in conflict with the British for many years.
The man who greeted them could have been posing for a portrait. Framed by the grooved columns of the porch, he stood proud if not tall, square-shouldered although podgy. The expression on his face showed that this was one of his happiest days. The criss-cross of light from within and without the house pinged back from his medals while his dark blue dress coat was set off by the white of the walls. His left hand rested on the brass pommel of the sword at his side, his right remained outstretched in continuous welcome. With every hand he shook or, in the case of the ladies, kissed, his big black eyebrows twitched as if offering their own welcome. His name was Edward Trelawny. Of all the governors Jamaica had seen, his tenure had been the longest and the most successful. The colony was prosperous and at peace. He had a right to his pride.
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