Have you ever heard the old tale of the Boy of Bisley?
This is the story that the nine year old Princess Elizabeth was sent for safe keeping to the Gloucestershire village of Bisley to avoid the plague, and that she died anyway. The villagers–in fear of Henry VIII substituted the only other red haired child–a boy. They figured the child would die soon anyway and no one would be the wiser. The boy survived and the longer the hoax went on the more scared anyone was to tell the truth. Then, when it looked like the child might ascend the throne it became in everyone’s interest to keep up the charade.
Am I a sad, bookish sort of person, or does anyone else out there delight in kooky historical legends, unconventional conspiracy theories and weird and wonderful hare brained tales?