One of their targets was yeoman farmer Robert Kett who, instead of resisting the rebels, agreed to their demands and offered to lead them.

Kett was captured, held in the Tower of London, tried for treason, and hanged from Norwich Castle on 7 December 1549.

Kett was the son of Tom and Margery Kett and had several brothers, and clergyman Francis Kett was his nephew.

Kett had been prominent among the parishioners in saving their parish church when Wymondham Abbey was demolished and this had led to conflict with Flowerdew.

By now Kett was their leader and they were being joined by people from nearby towns and villages.

Once the camp was established at Mousehold the rebels drew up a list of 29 grievances, signed by Kett, Codd, Aldrich and the representatives of the Hundreds, and sent it to Protector Somerset.

Kett was now left with a decision.

Kett had already seen how difficult it was to defend miles of walls and gates and had instead chosen to withdraw.

Kett was captured at the village of Swannington the night after the battle and taken, together with his brother William, to the Tower of London to await trial for treason.

Kett was hanged from the walls of Norwich Castle on 7 December 1549 ; on the same day William was hanged from the west tower of Wymondham Abbey.

It was only in the 19th century that more sympathetic portrayals of the rebellion appeared in print and started the process that saw Kett transformed from traitor to folk hero.

An anonymous work of 1843 was critical of Neville's account of the rebellion, and in 1859 clergyman Frederic Russell, who had unearthed new material in archives for his account of the rebellion, concluded that " though Kett is commonly considered a rebel, yet the cause he advocated is so just, that one cannot but feel he deserved a better name and a better fate ".

George Kett's son, also George, was mayor of Cambridge on three occasions and compiled a genealogy of the Kett family.

Wymondham's most famous inhabitant was Robert Kett ( or Ket ), who in 1549 led a rebellion of peasants and small farmers who were protesting the enclosure of common land.

The instigator, Robert Kett, was hanged for treason.

Tony Kett ( 1 June 1951 – 19 April 2009 ) was an Irish Fianna Fáil politician and member of Seanad Éireann.

Born in Woodlawn, County Galway, Kett was a former administrator of the Central Remedial Clinic.

Kett and his followers were now officially rebels ; the authorities therefore shut the city gates and set about preparing the city defences.

After the rebellion the lands of Kett and his brother William were forfeited, although some of them were later restored to one of his sons.

Flowerdew bribed the rioters to leave his enclosures alone and instead attack those of Robert Kett at Wymondham.

The rebellion is remembered in the names of schools, streets, pubs and a walking route in the Norwich and Wymondham area, including the Robert Kett Junior School in Wymondham, Dussindale Primary School in Norwich, the Robert Kett pub in Wymondham and Kett's Tavern in Norwich, and in a folk band, Lewis Garland and Kett's Rebellion, and a beer, Kett's Rebellion, by Woodforde's Brewery in Norwich.

* Hirsch, E. D., Joseph Kett, Jame Trefil.

Kett and his forces, joined by recruits from Norwich and the surrounding countryside and numbering some 16, 000, set up camp on Mousehold Heath to the north-east of the city on 12 July.

Having listened to the rioters ' grievances, Kett decided to join their cause and helped them tear down his own fences before taking them back to Hethersett where they destroyed Flowerdew's enclosures. Kett's Oak, beside the B1172, near Hethersett, Norfolk The following day, Tuesday 9 July, the protesters set off for Norwich.

Kett and his followers camped for the night of 9 July at Bowthorpe, just west of Norwich.

Kett set up his headquarters in St Michael's Chapel, the ruins of which have since been known as Kett's Castle.

Kett rejected the offer, saying he had no need of a pardon because he had committed no treason.

At first light on 22 July, Kett withdrew his artillery.

At this point an assault began, ordered by Kett or perhaps by other rebel leaders.

Despite the increased threat, the rebels were loyal to Kett throughout and continued to fight Warwick's men.

Kett and his people were aware of this, and that night they left their camp at Mousehold for lower ground in preparation for battle.

He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.

It was the only thing about her that was the least bit hard to remember.

The town was about what Wilson expected: one main street with its rows of false-fronted buildings, a water tower, a few warehouses, a single hotel ; ;

Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.

Everything about the clerk was trivial.

If, when this was all over, she found the words to tell him about it, she wondered if he would ever understand.

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

Somehow more terrible than the certainty that he was about to die was the knowledge that Lord would probably not suffer for it: the murder would go unpunished.

An inquest was held, and after a good deal of testimony about the anonymous notes, the county coroner estimated that the shooting had been done from a distance of 300 yards.

`` Fred was mighty crude about the way he took in cattle '' his own hired man, Andy Ross, mentioned later.

Against all expectation, Carmer was inside, clearly enjoying himself to the hilt and already so tipsy that it seemed unlikely he was bothering to note anything or anyone about him.

`` Gyp Carmer couldn't have known about Colcord's money unless he was told -- and who else would have told him ''??

The valley was only a few hundred yards wide with just about room enough for a properly performed hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

He was about to make a gas check on his flight when Todman's voice broke in: `` Sweeneys!!

Mrs. Roebuck smilingly declined and began suddenly to go on about her son, who was `` onleh a little younguh than you bawhs ''.

The car was just about to us, its driver's fat, solemn face intent on the road ahead, on business, on a family in Sante Fe -- on anything but an old pick-up truck in which two human beings desperately needed rescue.

`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.

That was the new advertising angle -- something about a Lloyd's of London policy to insure the secrecy of the secret ingredient.

There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

Even as she was telling me about it I became aware of a give-away flush that suffused her neck and moved upwards to her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that when she entered the store she did not switch on the lights.