The Horrifying Final Days of Guy Fawkes

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[00:00:00]I have two signatures, same man, same name, written just nine days apart. The first one, steady, confident, the handwriting of a soldier. The second one barely looks human. The letters shake and crawl across the page like a dying man dragging himself across.

[00:00:16]>> I saw no other choice.

[00:00:17]>> What happened in those nine days tells you everything about what the English crown could do to a man break.

[00:00:24]>> Guy is one of the most famous names in history. Every November 5th, bonfires light up across Britain, effiges burn, and children chant rhymes about gun heavy.

[00:00:35]>> And here's what most people don't realize. The execution of Guyforks wasn't just a death. It was designed to be an obliteration, a systematic destruction of a human being so complete that nothing would remain to remember.

[00:00:48]And in the crulest irony imaginable, it achieved the exact opposite. On the morning of January 31st,606, Guyfork stood at the base of a scaffold in Palace Yard, Westminster. He was so broken by nearly 3 months of imprisonment and torture that he couldn't climb the ladder to his own execution without the hangman's help. He had already watched three of his co-conspirators die that morning. Not quick deaths, not merciful deaths. He had watched them be hanged until they choked, cut down while still breathing, and then while still conscious, he had watched executioners slice them open and burn their organs in front of their own dying eyes. Now it was his turn. What happened next is something historians have debated for over 400 years? Did Guyforks make a final act of defiance, or did his shattered body simply give out at the last possible moment? Either way, what he did on that scaffold cheated the English crown of its ultimate punishment. But to understand that final moment, we need to go back to the beginning, to a cellar beneath Parliament, 36 barrels of gunpowder, and the night everything unraveled.

[00:01:56]It was just after midnight on November 5th,605.

[00:02:00]Sir Thomas Net led a search party through the undercraftoft of the House of Lords. Lanterns casting long shadows across the barrels and coal that filled the cellar. They were acting on a tip, an anonymous letter sent to a Catholic lord warning him to stay away from Parliament's opening ceremony. The letter had seemed almost ridiculous at first, a vague warning about a terrible blow that would destroy the government.

[00:02:23]But King James I took it seriously enough to order a search. And there, in the darkness beneath the very floor, where the king, Queen, and the entire parliament would gather in just hours, they found him. a tall man in a cloak, boots, and riding spurs. He was sitting on top of the barrels, which turned out not to contain coal at all, but 36 barrels of gunpowder. In his pockets, a pocket watch, slow matches, touchwood, and a fuse. Everything needed to ignite an explosion that would have been heard for miles. The man gave his name as John Johnson, a servant of Thomas Percy. But when they demanded to know what he was doing in that cellar, sitting at top enough gunpowder to reduce the Palace of Westminster to rubble, he didn't beg. He didn't make excuses. He didn't claim innocence. Instead, he said something that would be recorded in official documents and remembered for centuries.

[00:03:16]I wished to blow the Scottish king and all of his Scottish lords back to Scotland. Then he expressed only one regret, that he had been caught before he could finish the job. Now, you might expect King James to react with pure rage. This man had just been caught in an assassination attempt that would have killed the king, his family, and the entire government of England in one catastrophic explosion.

[00:03:38]But James' reaction was more complicated. When the prisoner was brought before him, the king questioned him personally. And afterward, James wrote something surprising in his notes.

[00:03:48]He praised the would-be assassin's Roman resolution, his courage, his steadfastness, his refusal to show fear.

[00:03:56]James admired him. Not enough to spare him. Of course, not even close. But it's a strange moment in history. A king praising the courage of the man who had just tried to murder him. That admiration wouldn't last because within days, James would personally authorize something that would transform this defiant soldier into a broken shell of a man. Guy Forks, still calling himself John Johnson, was taken to the Tower of London that same night. The tower wasn't just a prison. It was where the crown kept its most dangerous prisoners. And more importantly, it was where the crown extracted confessions by whatever means necessary. For the first 5 days, Forks said almost nothing. Despite hours of interrogation, he refused to reveal the names of his co-conspirators, the full scope of the plot, or anything that might help the authorities track down the other men involved. Contemporary observers described his demeanor as dogged, stubbornly, frustratingly silent. One account compared him to a man possessed, so completely had he shut himself off from his interrogators. This was a problem for the crown. They knew from the evidence that Forks couldn't have acted alone. 36 barrels of gunpowder don't appear by themselves.

[00:05:12]Someone had rented the cellar. Someone had transported the explosives. Someone had financed the entire operation. There was a conspiracy and the crown needed names. On November 6th,605, just one day after the arrest, King James I personally wrote a warrant. Not just any warrant, a torture warrant. And the language he used tells you everything about the methodical cruelty that was about to unfold. The king wrote, "If he will not otherwise confess, the gentler tortures are first to be used upon him, and then step by step, you may employ the harsher, and so speed your good work." Read that again slowly. The gentler tortures first. Step by step, the harsher.

[00:05:55]Speed your good work. This wasn't a command given in rage. This was a systematic escalation plan written by a king who understood exactly what his torture chambers could do to a human body and who wanted that process applied with careful methodical precision.

[00:06:11]The gentler tortures came first. Forks was placed in manacles, heavy iron shackles that suspended him from the walls of his cell. His arms were stretched above his head, his feet barely touching the floor. His own body weight became the instrument of torture, pulling relentlessly on his shoulders, his joints, his spine. Hours passed, then days. But forks still wouldn't break, so they moved to the next step.

[00:06:36]The rack was one of the most feared torture devices in English history. It was simple in design, but devastating in effect. The prisoner was laid out flat on a wooden frame. Ropes were attached to his arms and legs, connected to rollers at each end. As the torturer turned the mechanism, the rollers would slowly pull in opposite directions.

[00:06:56]Slowly, inexurably, the pain began in the joints, shoulders, elbows, hips, wrists, ankles. As the tension increased, cartilage began to tear.

[00:07:08]Ligaments stretched beyond their limits and snapped. Bones began to separate from their sockets. The process could take hours. The torturer would tighten the mechanism, wait, let the pain build, then tighten again. Victims reported hearing their own bodies crack and pop, feeling joints dislocate one by one.

[00:07:28]Guyforks endured this for approximately 3 days. On November the 7th,6005, exactly 2 days after his arrest, something changed. We don't know the exact moment. We don't know which turn of the rack finally exceeded what his body and mind could endure. But at some point during that third day of torture, Guyforks began to talk. First, he revealed his true name, not John Johnson. Guy Forks, or as he sometimes signed it, Guido Forks, the name he'd used while fighting for Catholic Spain in the Low Countries. Then slowly over the next several days, he began to give up everything else. The names came one by one. Robert Katesby, the mastermind, the man who had conceived the entire plot. Thomas Winter, John Wright and his brother Christopher, Thomas Percy, whose name Forks had used as his cover story, Robert Keys, Thomas Bates, 13 conspirators in total, revealed through what historians describe as a process of trip feeding. Forks giving up information piece by piece, either because each new session of torture extracted a little more or because he was trying to protect his friends as long as possible before his breaking body finally betrayed them all. Here's something remarkable about Guyph's confession. We can still see it. The original documents survive in the National Archives and they tell a story that words alone cannot capture. Forks signed multiple confessions over the course of his imprisonment. The first one dated November 8th,6005, just one day after he began talking, shows a signature that's relatively steady. The letters are formed clearly.

[00:09:04]The hand that wrote this was tired. Yes, and probably shaking from exhaustion and pain, but it was still functional, still controlled. Now, look at the signature from November 17th, just 9 days later.

[00:09:17]It's barely recognizable as handwriting.

[00:09:20]The letters are malformed, shaky, some of them trailing off into nothing. The pen strokes wander across the page. This isn't the signature of a tired man. This is the signature of a man whose hands have been destroyed. 9 days. That's all it took to reduce a soldier's steady grip to this trembling wreck. Those signatures sit in archives today, 400 years old, and they're more eloquent than any written account of what happened in that torture chamber. You can see the torture. You can measure it in the degradation of a man's ability to write his own name. While Forks was being broken in the tower, his co-conspirators were running for their lives. Word of the plot's discovery had spread quickly. The conspirators who weren't in London fled north toward the Midlands, hoping to rally Catholic supporters to their cause. Maybe they could still spark the rebellion they'd planned. Maybe they could find shelter with sympathetic nobles. Maybe they could escape to the continent. But the government was faster. On November the 8th,605, the same day Forks signed his first confession. The high sheriff of Worershare tracked the fleeing conspirators to Hullbeck a house in Staffordshire.

[00:10:28]What followed was a gunfight. The conspirators were cornered, outnumbered, and some of them had been injured in an accidental gunpowder explosion the night before. They fought anyway. For some of them, it was the end. Robert Katesby, the mastermind, the charismatic leader who had recruited Forks and planned the entire operation, was shot and killed.

[00:10:50]So was Thomas Percy. So were both Wright brothers, John and Christopher. The survivors, Thomas Winto, Ambrose Rookwood, Robert Keys, Sir Evra Digby, Robert Wintor, John Grant, and Thomas Bates were captured and transported to the Tower of London. Now, Forks had company in his imprisonment. Eight conspirators remained alive, including Forks himself. They would face trial together.

[00:11:17]One more conspirator, Francis Treham, died of natural causes in the tower on December 23rd before he could be executed. In a strange way, he was the lucky one. For nearly 2 months, the surviving conspirators waited in the tower. We know relatively little about this period of Forks's imprisonment. The intense interrogations had ended once he'd revealed everything he knew. The torture had extracted its price. Now there was only waiting. Waiting for a trial whose outcome was already certain, and an execution whose method was already determined. The prisoners were kept in separate cells. They couldn't communicate with each other. They couldn't plan. They couldn't even commiserate. Each man was alone with his pain and his thoughts, knowing exactly what was coming. Christmas came and went. The new year began. January606.

[00:12:08]And still they waited. On Monday, January 27th,6006, the eight surviving conspirators were finally brought to trial. The location was Westminster Hall, the very building they had plotted to destroy. The irony was deliberate. The crown wanted everyone to see these men judged in the place they had tried to annihilate.

[00:12:29]Presiding over the trial was Sir John Pppam, the Lord Chief Justice. PoppP was known for many things, but chief among them was his deep visceral hatred of Catholics. He had been cracking down on Catholic worship for years, and he approached this trial with the enthusiasm of a man who finally had the prize catches of his career in front of him. King James I watched from a secret vantage point, hidden from view, but able to see everything. His queen and their children were with him. The royal family was watching the trial of the men who had tried to murder them all. The indictment was read. The evidence was presented. The verdict was delivered.

[00:13:06]Guilty, all of them, of high treason.

[00:13:08]There was never any doubt. This wasn't a trial designed to determine guilt or innocence. It was a trial designed to formally document their crimes before the entire nation to justify what was about to happen to them. Attorney General Edward Ko stood to pronounce the sentence. His words were recorded and they give you a window into how the English crown thought about punishment in6006.

[00:13:30]And Ko declared that the condemned would be put to death halfway between heaven and earth as unworthy of both. Then he read the formal sentence, the punishment prescribed for high treason. You shall be drawn on a hurdle to the place of execution, where you shall be hanged by the neck and being alive, cut down, your privy members shall be cut off, and your bowels taken out and burned before you, your head severed from your body, and your body divided into four quarters to be disposed of at the king's pleasure.

[00:13:58]Let me break down what that actually meant. This wasn't just an execution. It was a systematic process designed to inflict maximum suffering while symbolically destroying the traitor's body and identity.

[00:14:12]First came the drawing. The condemned would be tied to a wooden hurdle, essentially a frame or cart, and drag through the streets behind a horse.

[00:14:20]Their heads would be positioned closest to the ground, so every rock, every rut, every piece of debris would bounce against their skulls. This wasn't just transportation. It was humiliation.

[00:14:32]Parading the traitor through public streets so crowds could jeer and throw things. Then came the hanging, but not a hanging designed to kill. The drop wouldn't be long enough to break the neck. Instead, the condemned would strangle slowly, their air cut off, their blood flow restricted, their consciousness fading, but not quite going out. Just as they approached death, they would be cut down. Still alive. Then came the disembowelment.

[00:14:57]While the victim was still breathing, sometimes still conscious, the executioner would slice open his abdomen. First, his genitals would be cut off and burned in front of his eyes.

[00:15:08]Then, the executioner would reach into the abdominal cavity and pull out the bowels, the intestines, all the organs, and burn them while the condemned watched.

[00:15:16]Medical historians suggest that most victims lost consciousness from shock and blood loss before this process was complete, but the law required that it be done regardless. Then came the beheading. The executioner would sever the head from the body with an axle sword and finally the quartering. The body would be chopped into four pieces.

[00:15:35]These pieces would be boiled in spices to preserve them, then sent to different corners of the kingdom, York, Bristol, Norwich, wherever the crown decided to be displayed on pikes as a warning. The head usually went to London Bridge. This was what awaited Guyforks and his seven remaining co-conspirators. The executions were scheduled for 2 days. On January 30th6006, four of the conspirators were taken to St. Paul's Churchyard for execution. So Everard Digby, Robert Winto, John Grant, and Thomas Bates. Each man was drawn through the streets on a hurdle, subjected to the jeers of a London crowds. Each man was hanged, cut down alive, and then disembowled according to the full brutality of the sentence. Sir Everard Diggby, a young nobleman who had been recruited late into the conspiracy, reportedly spoke from the scaffold, asking for forgiveness. When the executioner cut out his heart, the traditional final act, he allegedly held it up to the crowd and shouted, "Here is the heart of a traitor." Some accounts claim Digby responded, "Thou liest."

[00:16:39]Whether that's true or legend, it captures something about the defiance that ran through these men, even at the very end. Robert Winter, John Grant, and Thomas Bates followed. One by one, they endured the full horror of the sentence.

[00:16:52]Four down, four to go. That night, Guyforks was still alive, still in his cell, still waiting. He knew exactly what had happened that day. The executions were public spectacles designed to be witnessed by as many people as possible. Word would have reached the tower. The guards would have known. Forks would have known.

[00:17:12]Four of his friends and co-conspirators had been torn apart that afternoon.

[00:17:16]Tomorrow it would be his turn. What do you think about on a night like that?

[00:17:20]Forks had been a soldier. He had fought in wars. He had seen men die. But he had never witnessed anything like what he knew was coming for him. The methodical ritualistic destruction of a human body while its owner was still alive to feel it. Did he sleep? Did he pray? Did he rage against the walls of his cell? We don't know. We have no record of Guyforks's final night. Only the knowledge of what he faced when morning came. The morning of January 31st was cold. Guyforks along with Thomas Wintor, Ambrose Rookwood, and Robert Keys, was taken from the tower and tied to hurdles. Then the horses began to drag them through the streets of London. The destination wasn't St. Paul's Churchyard this time. It was Palace Yard at White Hall, directly outside the Palace of Westminster, right next to the building they had tried to destroy.

[00:18:12]The symbolism was deliberate and unmistakable. Crowds lined the streets.

[00:18:17]They shouted. They threw things. This was entertainment in6006. A public execution was a spectacle. And the execution of the gunpowder plotters was the biggest spectacle in years. When the hurdles finally stopped at Palace Yard, the four men were untied and brought before the scaffold. And then the waiting began again. Because Guyforks wasn't going first. The order of execution was deliberate. Forks was scheduled to go last. This meant he had to watch.

[00:18:44]Thomas Winto went first. He climbed the scaffold, stood on the ladder, felt the noose tighten around his neck. Then he dropped. Not far enough to break his neck, just far enough to strangle.

[00:18:57]The crowd watched as he choked, his legs kicking, his hands clawing at the rope.

[00:19:01]Then he was cut down, still breathing, still alive. Guyforks watched as the executioner went to work. The knife, the abdomen, the organs pulled out and thrown into the fire. The screaming, or what passed for screaming from a man who had just been half strangled and was now being disembowled. Then the ax, the head severed, the body quartered, one down.

[00:19:23]Ambrose Rookwood was next. Same process, same horror, the hanging, the cutting down, the knife work, the fire, the axe.

[00:19:31]Two down. Robert Keys followed. By some accounts, Keys tried to jump from the ladder himself, hoping to break his own neck and avoid the worst of what was coming. But the rope wasn't long enough.

[00:19:41]He strangled slowly like the others.

[00:19:43]Three down. Now it was Guyforks's turn.

[00:19:46]By this point, Forks had been imprisoned for nearly 3 months. He had been tortured on the rack until his body was wrecked. He had been kept in a cell through the winter. He had watched three men die horrifically just minutes ago. A contemporary account records what happened next with simple devastating clarity. His body being weak with the torture and sickness, he was scarce able to go up the ladder. He couldn't climb.

[00:20:10]His legs wouldn't support him. His arms, those arms that had once been strong enough to carry barrels of gunpowder that had written a confident signature before the torture began, couldn't pull him up the rungs. The hangman had to help him. Step by step, the executioner guided this broken man up the ladder to his own death. At the top, the noose was placed around his neck. Below, the crowd watched. The brazier was burning, ready to receive his organs. The executioner's tools were laid out, waiting. This was the moment, the last second of Guyforks's life. And then he jumped, or he fell. Historians have debated this for over 400 years, and we'll probably never know for certain which it was.

[00:20:52]What we know is this. Guyforks dropped from the ladder with enough force that his neck broke on impact. A hangman's fracture, the bilateral fracture of the C2 vertebrae that results from a sudden drop, instant death, or close to it. He didn't strangle slowly while conscious.

[00:21:10]He didn't get cut down alive. He didn't have to watch his own organs burn. In his final moment, whether by choice or by accident, Guyforks escaped the worst of his punishment. Was it intentional?

[00:21:23]Consider the evidence. Forks was a soldier, a man who had faced death before, who understood tactics and timing. He had just watched three men die by this exact method. He knew that the hanging was designed to be survivable, that the real horror came afterward. He also knew that his body was weak, that he could barely climb the ladder, that if he was going to do anything, it had to be now in the single moment when he still had control over his own body. A jump, a deliberate leap calculated to maximize the drop could break his neck. It was his only way out.

[00:21:57]On the other hand, consider this. He was exhausted. He was sick. He was traumatized. He had been tortured for months. Maybe his leg simply gave out.

[00:22:07]Maybe he lost his balance. Maybe his body failed him at the exact moment that failure became a mercy. We'll never know. But I'll say this. If it was intentional, it was the last act of defiance from a man who had defined himself by defiance from the moment of his arrest. And if it was accidental, then fate granted Guyforks the one mercy that the English crown had been determined to deny him. Whether Forks was dead or alive when the executioner reached him, the sentence had to be carried out. His lifeless body was subjected to the full quartering prescribed by law. His body was cut into four pieces. His head was severed. That head was placed on a pike and displayed on London Bridge, where it joined the heads of other traitors. It remained there for years, rotting slowly, a warning to anyone who might think of challenging the crown. His body parts were sent to the four corners of England, displayed in public places as proof of what happened to those who committed treason.

[00:23:04]The goal of this punishment was obliteration. Not just death, but the complete destruction of the traitor's identity. No grave, no memorial, no place for sympathizers to gather and remember. Just scattered remains and a rotting head, eventually consumed by weather and time until nothing was left.

[00:23:24]The crown wanted guy forks erased from history. It didn't work. That same year,606, Parliament passed the observance of 5th November Act. Every year, on the anniversary of the plot's discovery, the people of England were required to give thanks for the king's deliverance.

[00:23:40]Bonfires were lit, sermons were preached, and somewhere along the way, people started burning effiges. Effiges of guy forks. At first, this was meant as condemnation. Burning forks in effigy was a way of symbolically destroying the traitor again and again, year after year. But something strange happened over the centuries. The meaning shifted.

[00:24:02]By the 1800s, Guyforks wasn't just a villain anymore. He was becoming something else. a symbol of rebellion, of resistance, of ordinary people standing up against a government they saw as oppressive.

[00:24:15]Remember, remember the 5th of November stopped being a warning and started being something closer to a celebration.

[00:24:21]Today, Guyfork's masks are worn by protesters around the world. His face has become an international symbol of anti-establishment resistance. The man who tried to blow up Parliament is now invoked by people who see themselves as fighting against unjust authority. The crown wanted him forgotten. Instead, he became immortal. Here's what I keep coming back to. Two pieces of paper sitting in the National Archives. Two signatures written 9 days apart by the same man. The first one shows you who Guyforks was when they arrested him. a soldier, a true believer, a man so committed to his cause that he sat on 36 barrels of gunpowder and told the king's men he wished he'd succeeded in blowing them all up. The second one shows you what they did to him. The systematic destruction of a human being through the most methodical cruelty the English state could devise. And then there's the final moment, the ladder, the jump, or the fall. The one thing they couldn't control.

[00:25:23]In the end, Guyforks either made one last choice or received one last mercy.

[00:25:28]Either way, he escaped the very worst of what they planned for him.

[00:25:33]400 years later, his face is everywhere.

[00:25:36]His name is remembered every November 5th, and those two signatures, the steady one and the shattered one, still tell the story of what power can do to a person and what it can't make them forget. Guy Forks wasn't the mastermind of the gunpowder plot. That was Robert Katesby. If you want to know how a charismatic radical convinced a group of Catholic gentlemen to attempt the most audacious terrorist attack in English history and why he was so willing to die for it, that video is right here.