Friday, September 05, 2014

THE HISTORICAL NOVEL SOCIETY INDIE FICTION AWARD 2014



SO THERE I WAS back in July, minding my own business at a writers' event bringing together both Indie and traditionally published authors when my excellent friend and fellow speaker Helen Hollick drew me aside for a gentle little chat.  She explained that she was organising an award to celebrate, recognise, and encourage the best of independently published historical fiction through the auspices of the Historical Novel Society of which we were both long-standing members. 

Helen co-ordinates the online editorial reviews for Indie historical fiction, the best of which are awarded an 'Editor's Choice' accolade. Books receiving this accolade are automatically forwarded onto a longlist for the the award.   Orna Ross, founder of The Alliance of Independent Authors had very generously offered a prize for the award winner and runner up and had agreed to read the longlist of selected novels and whittle them down to a final four.  More details of how it works here

Helen twisted my arm asked me I would read the final four and choose a winner and a runner up.  Now, those of you who know the, kind, enthusiastic and generous Helen Hollick, also know she is a force to be reckoned with when she wants something and that her lovely nature is only one facet. She outdoes John Wayne for true grit and bloody minded determination when she wants to get something done.
Somehow I found myself agreeing to read the shortlist, and then wondering just what I'd let myself in for.
I soon discovered that what I had let myself in for were four wonderful meaty reads, all very different that whisked me away to other times and places with such skill and involvement that while reading them, I was lost to the here and now.  

But how to choose a winner.  Helen told me that I should take presentation into account because that's one of the steep learning curves for an Indie writer to face.  You can't just write the words onto a PC and then let the publisher do the rest. You are own publisher, marketing director and Public relations person. To stand a chance in an overcrowded market your work has to be presented both inside and out in a thoroughly professional way.

All of the novels were of a high standard in this department. Some could have been tweaked, but truly they were only nitpicks.

 I organised a score sheet with 5 marks for the cover and another 5 marks for the internal presentation.  Then scores out of 10 for historical feel, characterisation, plot, language and pace.  So, a total of 60 marks.
I am an avid reader and this is how I looked at these four novels. As a keen reader rather than an academic literary critic. What I wanted was something that absorbed me so completely that I couldn't put it down. I wanted the sustenance of a superb story that would transport me to another time, make me think, create wonderful paintings in my mind and keep me turning the pages until the last one, where I would feel sorry it was over but satisfied too, and most importantly for the author, make me want to dash out and buy everything else he or she had written.  I love books.  As a reader I don't care whether they are Indie or mainstream. Just give me the story already and the words to make me live with your characters.
All of the novels had some of this element and I loved reading them, but when it boiled down to it, there was one outright winner, even though the second place gave it a run for its money.
I must add the caveat that I am only one person and others may disagree with me.  It does come down to what each individual reader enjoys too, but since I was the individual asked to judge the contest this year, this is my choice.

THE WINNER OF THE 2014 HISTORICAL NOVEL SOCIETY INDIE AWARD GOES TO:
VIRGINIA COX for THE SUBTLEST SOUL.

The novel is set in Italy at the time of the Borgias and is based in part of events in Machiavelli's Prince.  Indeed, Machiavelli has a cameo role in the novel as does Leonardo da Vinci. It tells the story of Matteo de Fermo, a young man struggling to survive into the violent world of the closing years of 15th century Italy.
Matteo's story is told with pace, panache and many intriguing twists and turns that are complex without ever being convoluted. The history felt real and right. It was an immersive experience.  It was one of those books where I needed to know what happened next and kept having to go back and pick at it - you know like when you have that opened bar of chocolate in the fridge!  How does he get out of this scrape? Oh my goodness, what's he doing now!  I don't believe what just happened! The characterisation was stunning. It was a fairly long book at 450 pages, but they flew past and although it's a pity the author's name isn't on the book's spine, the internal layout and font size made it the easiest on the eyes of all the shortlisted novels.
 I was also a little bit frustrated when it ended - like eating that last piece of chocolate.  I now need to go out and get another bar.  I sincerely hope that Virginia Cox is writing a sequel, and I shall be waiting in line to buy it!

RUNNER UP: A GIFT FOR THE MAGUS by LINDA PROUD

Before anyone says that I must have a fan thing for Renaissance Italy - I don't!  Honestly I don't!  It's just that the winner and runner up happen by coincidence to be set in 15thC Italy with A Gift For The Magus beings set a little earlier than The Subtlest Soul.
This is the tale of the notorious Fra Filippo Lippi, an artistic friar of supreme talent and dubious morals. His mistress, a nun and the mother of his children, was the model he used for the Virgin Mary. I knew nothing of Lippi's paintings before I read A Gift for the Magus but by the end of the novel I was eager to go exploring and discover his work. I loved the humour in the novel and the scenes of everyday life that put me right there in the heart of Padua and Florence, in the household of the Medici, in nunnery, chapel and hovel. I learned a great deal about Renaissance art, and I came to be very fond of Fra Lippi, his eccentricities and human failings, and his genius.




SAMOA By ROBERT SCHAFFER

and THE JACOBITE'S APPRENTICE By DAVID EBSWORTH

were also very worthy shortlistees (mentioned here only as they enter my brain and not as 3rd and 4th, but as equals)  I loved the Mitchener-esque scope of Samoa and some of the descriptive language was breathtaking.  
I enjoyed the coloured maps and the illustrations too and found them very useful for getting around in the novel.  The sense of history in The Jacobite's Apprentice was palpable and it was useful to have a glossary to refer to at the back.  It's told in first person present tense which gives it a strong sense of the here and now too, even though the characters are magnificently of their time. The book was also very professionally produced.

All opinions are obviously my own but I hope readers will take a chance on these books and enjoy the stories they have to tell. Congratulations to all four authors, but especially to Virginia Cox.
And a thank you too to Helen Hollick for asking me to read the shortlist.  I may have thought about running away at the outset, but at some point over the course of the conference I am going to hug her!










Saturday, August 30, 2014

THE HISTORY OF WILLIAM MARSHAL Episode 30.


But fortune, ever quick to bring  down good men and raise the fortunes of the bad, had no wish to let things rest so for long; she overwhelms and destroys everyone in a trice.  King  Richard, who had business to attend to in many places, left that region and went straight to the Limousin, where the viscount was launching an assault on his castles.  What a pity they were ever built!  If only all those could have been given a good flaying on whose advice this act of prowess was devised and enacted!

 Richard went to Lautron and laid siege to it, but he had not been there very long at all when a demon, a traitor, the servant of the devil, up there on the top of the castle walls, shot a poisoned bolt which inflicted such a wound on the best prince in all the world that his death was the inescapable outcome.  That was a source of great grief to all.  It is not the place to speak about his death here, since grief forbids it; everyone still grieves over his death, and that is why I shall say no more about it here.

 As soon as he felt he had been struck, he was greatly dismayed, became slow in his movements, and feared that he could not live.  So he immediately had written and addressed to the Marshal letters bearing his seal, well-constructed and eloquent, in which he gave full details of his situation and ordered him to be lord and master in charge of guarding the tower of Rouen, and to keep and safeguard his treasury and other effects, which were locked away in the tower.  He also took care to inform his messenger to be most discreet and prudent and keep this matter  secret, until he came to where he had to go.

The messenger was very quick, travelling at speed, and the soul of discretion: he went straight to Vaudreuil, where the Marshal was present to arbitrate in a dispute between two barons, by whom he had been asked and urged to appear.  I believe there were other barons there too, who had been asked and urged as a body to arbitrate in that dispute between Engelger de Bohun and Sir Ralph D’Ardene.

The messenger rode in their direction and found them all assembled there.  He did not think it fitting to speak of the calamitous events in full hearing of all and said nothing, except to the Marshal and the Archbishop.  They both heard the letters read out, which caused them great sorrow and pain.  After which, they did as was their duty.  They impressed on the barons the fact that the King, without further delay, wished the Marshal to be the guardian, constable and keeper in Rouen and protect the tower and other of the King’s effects in the vicinity.  

This was seen to without delay.  But the sorrow and the suffering which will be evermore with us came swiftly on the third day following, when the noble King Richard died, a man worthy and courtly, bounteous and  generous, a man of high enterprise, a conqueror, who, had he lived, would have won for himself all the renown going in this world, all dominion and power, all the honour and command in lands both Saracen and Christian, indeed amongst all men on earth.  His power would have extended everywhere by now, except to the realms of France, which he had no wish to bring low; indeed his wish was to leave it in peace.

Thierry brought the news and he brought it only too quickly.  When was that?  It is right that it should be recorded: the eve of Palm Sunday.  The marshal was on the point of retiring and was having his boots removed when the news arrived, news which struck him to the quick.  He was in a state of violent grief; he put his boots back on and as quickly as possible, he made to leave.  He left the tower in Rouen and went to the Archbishop, who was staying at le Pre.  When he arrived there, the Archbishop was just about to retire.  He was surprise that the Marshal should come to him at such an hour, and he had every apprehension of the bitter pain he was going to experience when he saw the \marshal arrive.

He said: 'Come now, give me your news!'

'I can tell you that it's not good, my dear lord,' said the Marshal, 'for this very day we have all been plunged into pain, grief and sorrow.  You see here a written message that Thierry has brought concerning the death of my lord.  It is a most grievous and injurious turn of events.'
The Archbishop showed his dismay and replied 'Alas! Alas!  Who Could possibly not be disconsolate?  Now all prowess is extinguished.  What is this?  The King is dead?  What solace is  there for us now?  None, so help me God!  With him gone, I can think of nobody to choose to rescue the realm or come to our aid in anything.  The realm is now on the road to destruction, grief and destitution.  We can be sure it won’t  be very long before we see the French rush, upon us to take everything we have, because there will be nobody able to stand in their way.'

'We should be thinking of choosing quickly, my lord,' said the Marshal, 'a man to make a king.'

He replied: 'my understanding and view of the matter, and I am sure of this, is that by right we ought to make Arthur King.'

                ‘Oh! my lord,’ said the Marshal, 'my feeling is that that would be a bad course to take, and I do not recommend or advise it: Arthur has treacherous advisors about him and he is unapproachable and overbearing.  If we called him to our side, he will seek to do us harm and damage, for he does not like those in our realm.  My advice is that he should never be King.  Instead, we should consider the claim of Earl John: to the best of my knowledge and belief he seems to be the nearest in line to claim the land of his father as well as that of his brother.'

The Archbishop replied: 'Marshal, is that what you want?'

'Yes, my lord, for that is right, since the son is indisputably closer in the line of inheritance than the nephew is, and it is right that it should be made clear.'

So, Marshal, that is how it shall be.  But this much can I tell you, that you will never come to regret anything you did as much as what you're doing now.'


To this the Marshal replied:  'Thanks for the warning!  Nonetheless, my advice is that it should be so.'

The Marshal sent an envoy to England to take possession of the land, the castles and towns, and the royal keeps.  And it is right that I should tell you that sir John of Earley was that envoy; he quickly carried out everything that the Marshal had ordered.  The Archbishop stayed behind, as did the worthy Marshal, who was prepared to take his advice in all matters, for he had always found him loyal.  Earl John came to them, and as it happened they lost no time in making him a duke.  The Normans agreed to this, but neither the Gascons nor the men of Limousin, the men of Poitou or Anjou, or the Bretons agreed to it at all, and they had no liking for his overlordship. 

Duke John knew full well that they were in no way on his side, so he went to those provinces, where he put in such strenuous efforts and agreed so much to their wishes, provided they respected his own, and conceded so much to them, that ever after he regretted what he had done, and ever after they feared him less as a result, for they have no respect or affection for him, did not do their duty by him, and were often in revolt against him.

There is no need to dwell on the events. He lost no time in the crossing of the sea and was crowned in London. Many fine gifts were made, so people say; I was not present.  Immediately he returned, as soon as he had a favourable sea passage.  He paid homage to the King of France and as he had to, became his liegeman.  But the King never behaved towards him as a liegelord should, inflicting damage on him throughout his life.  I wish neither to say too much nor too little: he lost no time in going to Poitou, where he returned in pomp.  The Archbishop of Bordeaux went to meet him, as well as the barons of the region.  It was there that he divorced his wife, but people say that he was dealt a bad hand as a result of the separation.  At this point I shall not say how.

He led a very big army into Gascony and did what he had to do very well, winning much in the way of booty.  Had he allied common sense to his behaviour, he would have stayed very rich for a long time and be able to boast quietly about it.  The marshal said: ‘As for the booty, it is fine by me even if I have no gain.  Whatever you decide about sharing yours, I want you to have this share in mine.  Here are 500 marks of silver given to me in this region, and out of my winnings I make a present of them to you; may god grant that there is a reward for this!’

The King said: ‘Marshal, in truth, you  are not greedy for wealth, for you have given me all that was given to you; the gift will be well rewarded.’ So he thanked him for the gift we have named, but I do not know anything about the reward.

At that juncture, as I understand it, it so happened that the count of Angouleme had secretly abducted his daughter from the Count of Marche.  The news of this reached the court, where some found it welcome and the others a crime.  This did not have a favourable outcome, for the count of Marche and his men left with anger in their hearts; they did not feel it was right that the girl had been abducted and they well knew that the assembly there were those on whose devising the abduction had been carried out.  I cannot give an account of everything, but suffice it to say that this was the cause of the ignominy and war that led to the King losing his lands.

The King took the girl and married her; he made her queen and lady of England, and she was crowned in London.  After that the King returned to Normandy with all his barons, his queen and his entourage, but it was not long before the man who sought to wrest the land from him launched another hostile attack.  The war lasted a long time, but at last they held talks and left them on good terms, the agreement being that the war between them should cease and that John should give the daughter of the King of Spain, his niece, in marriage to Louis, as a token of peace and friendship.  And the truth is that so it happened.  However, for all that, the excesses of the King of France never ceased, and he continued to do everything his heart told him.  It would take me more than this year to tell you about the dealings and agreements between him and King John, for I would have much to deal with.  The more King John furthered his interests, the more Philip harmed his and turned him upside down.  No amount of land or other wealth he might obtain from John would prevent him, once they were in his possession, from launching an immediate attack on him.  I cannot name the great amount of wealth – and it would be difficult to calculate it – that John bestowed on him on many an occasion.  And the only reward John got for this is that, wrongly and unreasonably, Philip consistently sought the opportunity to attack his territory again and appropriated his land and castles; he did all the harm that he could.

He went to Arques and laid siege to it with his great army of knights and troop of soldiers.  He launched a violent attack on it with machines which from their missiles rapidly, with catapults and mangonels which frequently,  by night and by day, hurled stones at the top of the tower.  However, they could not breach it, for William de Mortemer and the others inside performed well, as was their duty.  If I wanted to tell about everything, it would indeed be far away from my theme.  That would be a flaw in the design, and I would be considered an imbecile for doing so.  And yet it would not be right if I did not point out that King John went to Mirebeau with a huge army, so huge that his was the stronger of the two.  His mother was under siege there and, had he delayed, she would have soon being taken prisoner, for the force outside was a great one and the damage done would have increased; if she had not been saved so quickly, she would have been in a dire predicament.  There was the most fierce encounter, and those who had come to lay siege were not spared it for they paid a heavy price.  The battle there was on a very great scale, and John really made those who were fighting against him realise the extent of the arrogance which had prompted them to go there.  If I were to say of each one separately how he performed, I would have a very heavy and burdensome task on my hands and I would not get to the end for a very long time.  Their men, who could see very well that there was nothing for it but to defend, put up the most vigorous defence, and were loath to be taken prisoner.  Before that, many a blow was dealt, returned and paid in kind, many a hauberk lost its mail, many a helmet was staved in and ventails were cut through right as far as the skull.  Some struck, others hammered, others dented helmets, some took men by the bridle, others dealt blows with maces.  Most of them left the field, when they could resist no longer, for it was more than they could endure.
It so turned out that day that King John won the battle by force of arms, and those of his enemies who had done him most harm were taken captive; so it was, despite those felons.
In the course of the battle Arthur, who had been badly advised to go there, was taken prisoner, and whoever was in his company was taken captive that day, held and detained in a woeful state of imprisonment.  King John won so much glory and honour that day that the war would have been at an end, had it not been for ill luck and that abiding pride of his which was always the cause of his downfall.
The King was overjoyed by his achievement, for he had taken such valuable prisoners and had so overcome and trapped the pride of Poitou, Brittany and Anjou, that not a single one of them escaped.  A monk rode out from there, resting neither by night or day until he reached the Marshal, and it so happened that those three counts were together of whom great account must be taken: I mean the worthy Earl Marshal, that brave, devoted, and loyal man, and the worthy Earl of Salisbury, who choose Generosity as his mother and whose banner was carried before him by supreme, untarnished Prowess.  There was also the Earl of Warenne and, out of the noble generosity of his heart, had his sights on honourable deeds and deeds of prowess and never was of a mind to desist from such.
The monk, who had set off to meet them and had not rested night or day, spurring on from town to town, found them in Englesqueville.  He was a wise, gracious man and he gave his message to the Marshal and those others with him.  They gave him a very willing ear as he said: ‘I bring you good news, fine and authentic news, which I have heard and witnessed the truth of and I truly want it to be known.  My lords, I have come from Mirebeau, and, if anything is a lie or a fairy story in the news I tell you,  then you have my permission to put me to shame.  Know this for absolutely certain: King John has taken Arthur prisoner, as he has Sir Geoffrey de Lusignan.  The count of Marche is also a prisoner, as are all the highly renowned barons who were on Arthur’s side and waged war on his behalf; the King has them all in prison, even Savaric de Mauleon.’
The Marshal was overjoyed when he heard this news, as were the others, for it was a long time since they had heard news so welcome and so much to their liking.  The Marshal said to the monk: ‘Without delay, you must take this news from Poitou to the French army, to the count of Eu; I want you to go to Arques and let him hear the news at once to cheer him up.’
‘My lord,’ replied to the monk, ‘don’t say that!  If I go there and tell him the news, his pain and anger will be such that he would perhaps have me killed; send someone else in my place.’
‘Sir monk, upon the faith I owe you, the excuse you seek is in vain, for nobody will go there but you.  It is not the custom in this part of the world for messengers to be killed.  Make no further delay; go quickly, for you will find him with the army.’
As fast as his horse could carry him, the monk rode off, for he had no option in the matter; at full gallop he rode to Arques, and it so happened that he found the count of Eu.  He had told him the well known facts of what had happened in Poitou, for he had witnessed it and heard of it; he related the news point by point and word for word, omitting not a single item.

Once the count of Eu had heard the news, which he had expected to be of a totally different nature, he turned  livid and looked downcast, and nobody could get a word out of him.  Because of those words spoken by the monk, his mind was quite changed, and he went to lie down in his tent.  With a troubled mind, overcome and in despair, he lay on his back in bed; he did not know what to do or say, for he had no wish to repeat to anyone the news he had heard, news which was little welcome to him.  Whilst he was thus steeped in thought and gripped by such emotion, letters arrived from the King of France relating the unfortunate news, news which was of such a nature but it did not get better, indeed it got worse to the point where the entire army heard that most hateful news.

The King of France was angry,  never had such great misfortune befallen him before, he said.  In fact greater had arisen out of his return from Jerusalem, for he incurred far greater blame for that.  He was not inclined to wait a minute longer: immediately he had his tents taken down and all his machines of war cut into pieces.  Had you been there you would have heard carpenters cutting, beating and hammering, knocking everything to the ground and hacking it to pieces.  In a short while they had taken to pieces everything which it had taken a long time to assemble.  When thoes inside saw them, they  felt more joy than they have ever done before, for they saw very well that the man whose behaviour caused them so much trouble, and because of whom they were in such a bad predicament, truly intended to go on his way.

The French Knights and soldiers armed themselves, and those who were under  arms formed a huge rearguard, as if they feared they would have men in pursuit of them with a view to engaging them in combat.  I shall not spin out my tale further to speak of them: the counts’ spies  appeared on the scene and immediately told them how the French were departing.  This was pleasing and welcoming news to them, and they said: ‘Let us go and keep a watch on what they get up to.’

They had light armour on, for that was the equipment they most preferred.  They  lost no time in going on their way in pursuit of the army,  which rode along prudently in a tight formation, for the French are very good at doing that: when they see it is not to their advantage to do otherwise, as they leaves a  given place, they do so in a measured manner.

The three counts made all speed along with the great force they led.  When those in the army saw them coming, not for a moment were they dismayed, for they have no reason to fear them: they had an excellent rearguard.  Someone went to inform the King: ‘Sire, upon the faith I owe you, there is a great contingent of men in pursuit of us.’
‘Who are they?’ asked the King, ‘and are they close?’
‘Sire, there they are riding between those valleys.’
‘It is without doubt the Marshal in the company of the Earl of Salisbury, and if I ever recognized a man under arms, that is the Earl  of Warenne with them.  They are fully ready to do us mischief, if they can find the time and the opportunity.  They can have little idea of what is in my mind,’ said the King, ‘but they willl very shortly, if they don’t go away.’
He asked for William des Barres who came and received the following command: ‘Go immediately, my dear lord, taking two hundred knights with you.  Ride the length of the valley, without them knowing about your presence, until you are right there facing them.  If God would grant you such an encounter with them that you could take one of the three prisoner, we should easily be able to have one of our precious friends back; that is what my heart tells me.’

Des Barres lost no time in doing what the King had ordered: he took three hundred knights with him and rode into the valley without the three counts’ being at all aware of their presence.  The sides met.  The side fully armed launched their attack, and those who were not armed immediately turned tail, for they had no protection, as they very well knew,  disarmed as they were, against those armed men.  But I can assure you that had they been properly armed, they would never have turned back; there would have been saddles overturned before they would have done that, with gains and losses occurring.  But when it comes to a crisis, men who are too far away from their armour are overcome and hacked about.
Des Barres returned back, but he knew full well the situation of those who had taken flight, namely that they were only wearing light armour, and that, if they had had their arms, they would never have left in that fashion.

So the King made his way to France with grief and pain in his heart whilst the three counts’ returned and made their way to Rouen, sending their horses before them with their equipment and the entire body of the soldiers.  The Marshal’s  thoughts turned to the matter of finding lodgings as soon as possible.  The burgesses and citizens, the highly prosperous and the moderately so,  heard of the arrival of the earls and were full of joy at the news.  They immediately mounted their horses and in a state of elation, rode to meet them.  The Marshal saw them coming, and had no intention for a moment of refraining from saying what was in his mind to his companions, of whom he was fond.  ‘My lords,’ he said, ‘Hear my opinion: If you wish to set your heart tonight on fine wines and luscious fruit, on presents and of having pleasure, then let me speak to them first, for there is one thing I can truly claim: if I tell them what my wishes are, you will have them all in plenty.’

The other two agreed willingly to this, and the citizens made their way without delay toward the Marshal; they greeted him first of all and then the others as they followed behind side by side.  They returned their greeting graciously, spoke to them warmly and paid them high honour.

‘My lord,’ said Matthew le Gros, who was the mayor at that time, ‘In what direction has that King of France gone?  We have had every fear that he would turn the direction of our town and set up camp and remain here.’
At this the Marshal replied: ‘The King of France is close by, camping in the countryside over there.  We have no intention of being found wanting, if his intention is to come here, in the matter of defending the town.  It is for that reason that we’re coming into the town with our equipment and our entire force.’

When the burgesses heard of this, they were overjoyed and profusely thanked the three counts and the others, saying: ‘This is the most pleasing to us.  My lords, it is not surprising that you act in this way, for it is in your nature and you seek to do honourable deeds.  There is not a single person in our town whom we do not willingly place entirely under your command.’

They entered the town, and I can tell you that the burgesses paid them high honour when they saw them come and gave them a rapturous welcome.  The three counts, I think, who were  lodged under one roof, had their meal prepared.  When it was time to eat, they quickly washed and sat down.  The burgesses gave great attention to the matter of preparing their gifts; each man was keen to put great effort into making the best gift possible, to please them and to be the more highly thought of.  Some made a present of full bodied wines, fine wines, clear, soft on the palate and sparkling, some with cloves, some spiced, according to the preference of the giver; they were the best they could find.  They took care to taste them before sending them to the counts, so that their gifts would not be misdirected.  At the end of the meal came the fruit, and they all had in abundance pears, apples, and hazelnuts.  In the streets you would have seen a great crowd of people carrying them, frequently banging into each other as they did so.  The Marshal had indeed kept his word as regards what he had said to them earlier on, and they laughed at the sight of the great crowd before their eyes.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM. Author interview with James Aitcheson

Those of you who have been acquainted with me for a few years know that I rarely give quotes or endorsements for novels.  Even so, 'rarely' does not mean 'never.'   My pact with myself and my readers is that I will only endorse novels that I have read under my own steam and that I have thoroughly enjoyed and would love to share.
A couple of years ago, I picked up a debut novel at the library called SWORN SWORD by James Aitcheson and was immediately hooked.  Here I should say that I often try out new to me authors at the library and if I love them then I go out and buy their work. This is what happened with SWORN SWORD.  I loved the rendition of post Conquest England and seeing it through the eyes of its personable hero Tancred a Dinant, an ambitious young Breton hearth knight.  I've since gone on to buy, read and love the second novel  THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM and the third KNIGHTS OF THE HAWK.

THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM is just being published in the United States by Sourcebooks and so I asked James if he would like to be interviewed on my blog and give me and other readers some insights into these fine works of historical fiction - how they came to be written and just what it entails behind the scenes. 

Over to James:
1. James, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your novels ever since picking up SWORN SWORD when it was first published and THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM was no exception.  I have become something of a fan of your hero Tancred a Dinant.  I’d love to know how his character and his story came to you in the first place?

Tancred’s evolution was a gradual thing. I didn’t start out with a fully formed protagonist in mind, but rather the sketch of an outline of an idea that then grew and developed as I began writing what later became Sworn Sword.

Right from the beginning I decided that I wanted to tell the story of the Norman Conquest from the unconventional perspective of the invaders rather than from that of the native English. My main character should be a man of action, I thought, and what better than a knight serving in William the Conqueror’s army?

Still, though, Tancred remained something of a blank canvas, and in those early drafts of the first few chapters, he wasn’t terribly well defined. It was only when I made the switch from writing in the third person to writing in the first person that I really began to probe his character and find out what made him tick.

As soon as I began writing in Tancred’s voice, things began to click. I found it easier to get inside his head and discover not just what drove him, but also his fears, doubts and dreams. Over time this intriguing individual emerged: ambitious, principled but tortured by guilt; an experienced warrior with a keen sense of honour, who nonetheless a maverick streak that often lands him in trouble.

And he continues to develop in each new book according to the various struggles and triumphs that he undergoes. Thus the Tancred we see The Splintered Kingdom, the second book in the series, is a different man in some respects to the one we saw in Sworn Sword. He’s maturing as he acquires new responsibilities but at the same time growing more ruthless in pursuit of his goals.


2. Have you written anything before and if so was it historical?

I’ve always written stories since I was very young, and for as long as I can remember I harboured ambitions of being a professional writer, although back then I never imagined myself as a historical novelist. As a teenager I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, and so I used to write a lot in those genres.

It was only when I went to study History at Cambridge, where I became hooked on the Middle Ages and the Norman Conquest in particular, that I started to consider turning to historical fiction. Since then I’ve never looked back.


3. I particularly like the way you paint the characters as individuals with dilemmas that a modern reader can immediately identify with, but at the same time your people are firmly grounded in the 11th century.  Is this something you consciously thought about while writing?

One of the biggest challenges that the historical novelist faces is getting inside the heads of his or her characters. To write convincingly about the Middle Ages, you need to try to get yourself into a medieval mindset. Understanding their thought-world – that is to say, their attitudes towards religion, family and society – is vital, since all of those things will have an impact on how your characters reason, speak and behave.

Unfortunately there are no shortcuts you can take towards achieving this; I think it only comes through deep immersion into the period and extensive research into all the small details of life at the time. For me, it’s also essential that I go back to the primary sources – the original chronicles, poetry and other writings that provide us with the voices of the past – since these offer useful glimpses into the preoccupations of people living at the time.


Offa's Dyke path overlooking the Teme Valley near
Knighton, Powys, which is only a few miles to the west
of where Earnford, Tancred's fictional manor is sited.
4. You have a very firm and visual sense of time and place. It’s so evocative that whatever it is, mist or moonlight, or the wide fenland marshes, it’s there with me in the room. Did you visit any of the locations or similar landscapes?

My research takes many forms, and while I love nothing more spending time in the library engrossed in the literature surrounding the subject, I also enjoy getting out in the field. When it comes to visualising and recreating landscapes in the novels, I find that there’s no substitute for going and treading the very soil that my characters would have stood upon.

My travels have taken me all over England, and I’ve used my on-the-ground research to help construct a virtual guide to the country c.1066, which you can find on my website. It’s called Tancred’s England, and it features mini-histories of several of the principal locations featured in the series, for readers who are interested in finding out more.


Members of Regia Anglorum in 11thc Norman kit
Photo courtesy of Rosemary Watson
5. And you must have intensively researched the weapons, warfare and tactics of the time to be able to write such convincing battle scenes?  I got a real feel for being in the desperate thick of it that showed emotional investment that went well beyond the technical blow by blow.  These were always real people with too much to lose.  How do you do that element of your research?

To learn about the various elements of arms and armour and how they were used, I not only turn to books but also speak with re-enactors. But when it comes to trying to capture something of the feel of a medieval battle, that’s not something that can be easily recreated in today’s world, nor would anyone want to! However, reading and listening to interviews with modern soldiers are very useful for getting an insight into how individuals deal emotionally with fighting and killing. The historian John Keegan’s pioneering book The Face of Battle, an absorbing study of the psychology of battle, was also an eye-opener for me.


6. The politics of the time between the different factions was pretty complicated but you explain them very well in THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM – no mean feat.  I assume you had to do a lot of reading around the subject in order to distill it for the readers?  In broad brush strokes can you tell us about some of the factions in play at the time.

As you say, there were many different factions competing for power and territory at this time. In the wake of the Norman victory at Hastings, everything suddenly became very uncertain, and the invaders battled for several years to consolidate their hold on England and put down various waves of native risings.

Taking advantage of the uncertainty were the Welsh kings, who launched repeated raids across the border, and the Danes, who saw in the chaos an opportunity for plunder, and whose king, Sweyn Estrithsson, had long had designs on the English crown. Meanwhile, the last in the ancient Anglo-Saxon royal line, Eadgar Ætheling, who also believes he is the rightful king, is marching at the head of a Northumbrian army to which the king of Scots has also lent his support. So within a few years of their arrival in Britain, the Normans suddenly find themselves in a very precarious position, under attack on all sides.

In researching this particular episode of the Norman Conquest I had to open myself up to completely new avenues of research. My specialism until then had been largely in Anglo-Saxon and early Norman England, and so in order to write about the Welsh March where the novel is largely set, I needed to become acquainted in fairly short order with the complicated and turbulent history of early medieval Wales. Naturally only a very small fraction of all my research made it into the book, but without it I wouldn’t have felt properly equipped to begin writing.


7. You clearly have a love for language and I enjoy the light seasoning you use in your novels including THE SPLINTERED KINGDOM.  A little allied to the above question, can you explain (in short!) about the languages that would have been spoken in Britain at the time of the Norman Conquest.

As the Normans extended their reach throughout the British Isles, they found themselves in contact not just with English, but with Welsh, Norse and Gaelic speakers too. One of the key things I wanted to show in the series was how disconcertingly alien the cultures of Britain would have seemed to the Normans when they first arrived, and how strange its languages would have sounded to a French-speaker.

That’s one of the reasons I chose to refer to places by their contemporary names – Eoferwic (York), Lundene (London) and Brycgstowe (Bristol), for example – and to use old forms of personal names in favour of modern ones – thus Eadgyth instead of Edith.

In time, many of the conquerors, especially those who had been granted land under the Norman kings, did learn to speak the native tongues, if only so that in everyday life they could converse with the folk who lived on their estates without needing an interpreter. But French remained the language of the elite and continued to dominate court life for several generations after 1066.


8. If you could go back in time and do your historical research on the ground so to speak, what would be the things you would really like to know?  I know the reply is probably all of it, but could you give a couple of examples?  I know, from my own work that I would love to go back to a 12th century tournament and see just how they grabbed each other by the bridles in the thick of the fight.  What would be on your wishlist?

That’s a difficult question to answer! I think what I’d most like to see is how the Normans went about constructing the castles and cathedrals that you see across England today, and which are among their greatest legacies. They were well practised in the art of building fortifications quickly, and indeed contemporary chronicles suggest that the first castle at Dover (1066) and the second at York (1069) were thrown up in just eight days, which if true is quite incredible, given the scale of the work involved.


UK cover for Knights of the Hawk
9. I understand KNIGHTS OF THE HAWK is coming to Sourcebooks next year, and Tancred has more adventures in store I am pleased to say.  Can you say a little about that?

Yes, the third book in the series, Knights of the Hawk, is due to be published by Sourcebooks in summer 2015. (It’s already out in the UK.) Set in autumn 1071, one year after The Splintered Kingdom, it sees Tancred waging war in the Fens, where a group of rebels, including perhaps the most famous outlaw of them all, Hereward the Wake, are making one final, desperate stand against the Normans.

There will be further adventures for Tancred – I’ve got plenty more ideas for where his travels might take him in future. In the long term I’d very much like to send Tancred on the First Crusade, although by that point he’d be in his mid-fifties, so perhaps a little bit old for front-line fighting.

For the time being I’m working on a new project, which is also set during the Norman Conquest but which features an entirely new set of characters. It’s slightly different in style and tone, but (I hope) equally exciting. I can’t say too much about it just yet, but I will be posting updates on my website in the following months.


10. Can you suggest a good reference book for someone to read if they wanted to find out more about the period?

Anyone seeking a general introduction to 1066 and its significance would be well-advised to try Marc Morris’s The Norman Conquest, an up-to-date and accessible study that combines a historian’s scholarship with a storyteller’s flair and narrative drive.

For a more in-depth view of life in England during this period and the changes wrought by the Conquest, I can highly recommend A Social History of England, 900–1200, edited by Julia Crick and Elisabeth van Houts.


11. And for fun, what was a fiction read you’ve recently enjoyed?  Any subject, doesn’t have to be historical.

Recently I’ve very much enjoyed reading Gentlemen of the Road by Michael Chabon. A light-hearted, swashbuckling novel, it features Zelikman and Amram, two Jewish bandits and swords-for-hire, who are plying their trade in the Caucasus c. 950 and find themselves drawn into a campaign to restore the rightful heir to the Khazar throne. It’s a slim volume – only a couple of hundred pages long – but crammed with twists and turns, ploys and deceptions and feats of derring-do, written in a grandiose and captivating style. 

Thank you very much for those detailed and enlightening answers James.  I shall certainly be looking up Gentlemen of the Road.  The Marc Morris book is on my TBR; I'm definitely a fan of his.
Everyone, do add James Aitcheson's terrific novels to your TBR pile if your interest has been piqued!


Thursday, June 05, 2014

THE SUMMER QUEEN THE BOOK TRAILER

With the paperback copy of THE SUMMER QUEEN due any day for publication in the UK and the USA, I've had a lovely book trailer done by Cathy Helms at Avalon Graphics.  I hope everyone enjoys it!


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF WILLIAM MARSHAL: THE GREATEST KNIGHT Circa 1147 - May 14th 1219


The son the countess, and all the knighs appeared, vying with one another to be the first on a scene which sorely distressed them.  He spoke these words to all present:
'I am dying, and commend you to God, I am no longer able to think of your needs, for I cannot fight against death.'
The son came up, sat where John of Earely was sitting, and took his father in his arms.  He wept tears of pity, as was natural, quietly and openly.  The Marshal was brought a cross, to which he gave his adoration.  As best he could he prayed God to have compassion on him and bring him to a good end.  Once he had adored the cross, the abbot of Notley, in his straightforward way, came to his side; there were many other men of religion who came with him.  I do not know what else to say, except that he leant against his son once more.  The son was very distressed for his father, who could say no more words, having lost the faculty of speech.  It is not the right time now to ask whether there was ever any greater reason to shed tears for any prince on earth that there was in the Marshal's household.
My lords, it is the very truth that in this world the Marshal experienced many fine and splendid adventures.  His dying was the best amongst them as you will hear shortly.  All those of you who ever rejoiced in the great deeds you heard that he had done, will rejoice in that too...

The above comes from the closing lines of the Histoire de Guillaume le Mareschal, completed in 1226, just seven years after William Marshal's death. It was a piece commissioned by his eldest son, William to be read out on family occasions to commemorate his father, and runs to 19,212 lines.

Today, the 14th of May, is the anniversary of William Marshal's death, but as the Histoire says, it is a time to celebrate his memory. and the entire, wonderful adventure of his life.  I am also positive that he is still very much around!
I an reposting my notes from the talk I gave at Cartmel Priory for their Founder's Day lecture.  

Cartmel Priory Founder's Day Lecture May 15th 2011

We don't know William Marshal's date of birth only that it was probably in 1146 or 1147, and that he was born somewhere in Wiltshire orBerkshire. He may have been born at Marlborough, or Ludgershall, at Winterbourne or Tidworth. He was the second son of his father's second marriage. His father John Marshal, had put his first wife aside in order to take a second wife and seal peace between himself and his neighbour Patrick of Salisbury, with whom he was at war at the time.  William’s mother Sybilla, was Patrick’s sister.
When William was about five years old, King Stephen came to besiege John Marshal atNewbury Castle and demanded surrender. William’s father said that in order to do that, he would have to do ask permission of his overlord, the Empress Matilda for whom he was fighting against the King. Stephen agreed to let him do this, but said that he would have hostages of him to make sure he kept his word.
Little William was turned over to the King as surety for that word of honour. When the appointed day arrived for John Marshall to surrender Newbury Castle, he refused. Instead of sending word to the Empress, he stuffed  the castle to the rafters with men, equipment and supplies.  Stephen was furious but probably not surprised, and he sent word to John that William’s life was forfeit and he would be hanged. John retorted with that now infamous reply. ‘He said that he did not care about the child, since he still had the anvils and hammers to produce even finer sons

William was manhandled to the gallows, but on his way saw the Earl of Arundel holding a very fine javelin and asked to play with it. The King apparently was so struck by William’s charm that he couldn't bring himself to have him hanged. However, William's ordeal wasn't over. He was also threatened with being squashed on a large round shield that was pushed under castle walls, and being flung from a catapult. Seeing the catapult William said:  ‘Gracious me! What a swing! It will be a good idea for me to have a swing on it.’He went right up to the sling, but the King said: ‘take him away! Take him away! Anyone who could ever allow
him to die in such agony would certainly have a very cruel heart; he comes out with such engaging childish remarks.

 Saved from various sticky ends, William continued to exert his charm on his royal jailer.

The King settled down to the siege. One day he was sitting in his tent, strewn with grasses and flowers of a variety of colours. William looked at the flowers, examining them from top to bottom. Happily and cheerfully he went about gathering the knights growing on the plantain, with its broad pointed leaves. When he gathered enough to make a good handful, he said the King: ‘My dear Lord, would you like to play knights?’
‘Yes.’ He said ‘my little friend.’
The child immediately placed some on the King's lap, and then he asked: ’who has the first go?’
‘You, my dear little friend,’ replied the King.
So he then took one of the knights and the King placed his own against it. But it turned out that in the contest the King's knight lost its head which made William overjoyed.’

You can see from this amusing incident, what a little charmer William the child was, and it has the ring of truth.

Williams survived to return home and grow up.  A few years down the line…William  had grown into a tall boy. His body was so well fashioned
that, even if he had been created by the sculptor’s chisel, his limbs would not have been so handsome. Etc etc.
This is a work wholly in praise of William Marshal and the chronicler puts in all the stock in trade descriptions of the ideal mediaeval man.  However there are a couple of personal moments. We are told that
his hair was brown and his face was swarthy. So basically Brown hair and an outdoor complexion. The Chronicler is hasty to add ‘but his features were so much like those of a true noble that he could have been Emperor ofRome He is also described as having a large crotch, but that was a reference to having the deep hips to be able to sit properly in a saddle rather than a reference to anything more intimate!

In his teens William was sent to train with a family relative William de Tancarville, Chamberlain of Normandy. ‘as is fitting for a nobleman setting off abroad to win an honourable reputation.’

Once in Normandy William got stuck into his training, and there are some lines here that remind me how nothing changes in human nature. As the mother of two sons and having endured their teens I can so identify with some of the habits of a rapidly growing adolescent youth.

People thought is a great pity that he stayed up so little at night and yet slept so late ,that he ate and drank too much, and those scoundrels would laugh at him behind his back, asking of one another ‘this greedy gorger William in God's name, what good is he doing here?’ And they asked William de Tancarville his Lord ‘just how are you being served by this troublesome fellow, this devil of a glutton, who's always sleeping when he's not eating? The man is a fool who feeds him.’… The Chamberlain was much displeased with such words but he smiled and kept quiet, and then replied with a few well chosen words: ‘You will see, he'll set the world alight yet… You have no idea of the quality of the man I'm keeping.’  Indeed so.

William became a knight at around the age of 21
At Drincourt, William the Marshal was dubbed a knight, and he willingly accepted the honour accorded to him by God which he had been so long waiting for. The Chamberlain girded on his sword with which he was to deal many a blow. And God bestowed on him such grace that he never went anywhere to perform feats of arms without his exploits being covered in glory.

From the start he was eager to join in the fray and prove his worth. When the town ofDrincourt was attacked by the French not long after his knighting, the Chamberlain and his knights rode out to defend it and William wanted to be in the forefront.

The Marshal came up so far as to be able to ride alongside the Chamberlain who spoke as follows: 'William get back; don't be so hotheaded, let these knights pass.’ William withdrew a few paces, downcast and ashamed, his face the picture of gloom; he wished he had never been born, since he thought he was indeed a knight. He let three men pass in front of him and he quickly spurred on his horse and he was right in front of those crossing the bridge. Whatever happened, if there was to be a skirmish or battle, if knights were going to be locked in combat, he would make sure he was up there at the front.

He lost his horse in that battle and had to sell one of his cloaks to buy a new one. The Histoire observes that It is well-known that poverty has brought dishonour on many a nobleman and been the ruin of them; such was the case with the Marshal, for he had nothing to give and no source of wealth. He had to sell one of his cloaks,(to buy a horse)  which he had when he was made a knight for the sum of 22 shillings in cash in Angevin currency.
So William had to deal with the harsh realities of life. It was all too easy to become penniless knight if you did not have the full support of a patron, or if you did not shift for yourself. I think what happened in his early years had a bearing on how good he actually was with money in his later years as a great magnate and Regent of England. He knew how to spend it, but he was no spend thrift and he knew how to make it as well and how to make do.

Anyway his bacon was saved because the Chamberlain wanted to attend a tournament with all his household and he provided horses for the young men. William was last in the queue when it came to dishing out the animals and so found himself with a reject beast that no one else wanted.
The horse was brought out, a horse fine and valuable, had it not been for one flaw that was a terrible drawback: the horse was so wild that it could not be tamed. The Marshal mounted it. Not once did he use his elbows; instead he pricked it with his spurs and the horse, flying faster than a hawk, bounded forwards. At the point where it should have been reined in, it turned out that it pulled incredibly hard: never had it had a master been able to make it pull less, even if he had had 15 reins to restrain it. The Marshal gave the matter thought and came up with a brilliant scheme: he let out the bridle at least three fingers’ length from the bit and so released the lock of the bit that it went down into its mouth so it had far less to bite on than was usual. For no amount of gold or other riches could he have reined him in any other way. He considered that he had been very clever. The horse was so improved by this new bridle that he could have been ridden around in half an acre of land as if he were the tamest on earth,’
So William showed that he understood horses and that he was a master of adapting to adversity. As the saying goes today. If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. It appears to be one of Williams guiding principles. Do the best with what you have and turn it to your advantage by thinking outside the box.

William went on to gain experience in the tournaments and did very well for himself.  However, his time with the Chamberlain was over. De Tancarville had enough knights to fulfil his quota and William was basically made redundant.  He returned to England and joined the service of his uncle, Patrick Earl of Salisburywho was preparing to go to Poitou as its governor. Once more employed, William headed to the South of France, where, while in his uncle's entourage he came into contact with Eleanor of Aquitaine, and went on to save her from ambush when she was attacked by members of the rebel de Lusignan family. William’s uncle was killed in front of his eyes by being speared through the back. Eleanor managed to escape but William was wounded in the thigh, captured after putting up a tremendous fight and taken for ransom. At the time of the attack Eleanor's escort had not been wearing their armour. Later in life William always stayed close to his armour, and would put it on long before a battle situation arose, and I think it was something that was impressed on him that day in Poitou when they were attacked. This is a line from later in the Histoire, illustrating this:
The King said: ‘Go on, take that Armour off, Marshal. Why are you armed?’
The Marshal replied: ‘If it's so please you, sire, so much will I say, that I am very happy to be armed and my arms don't cramp my style in the slightest. I shall not remove my armour for the rest of this day until I have discovered what burden we shall have to shoulder. An unarmed man cannot last out in a crisis or a grave situation and we don't know what their intentions will be.’

In gratitude to William, Eleanor paid his ransom and  arranged things for him as behoved her, given the quality of the young man: horses, arms, money, she readily gave him. William became the tutor in chivalry to her eldest son, Henry. His father Henry II, had had him crowned King in his own lifetime to assure the succession of the throne and William’s star continued to rise as he became established as one of young Henry's  household Knights.
The King took great pleasure in advancing his son, and he sought outstanding companions for him, the most proven men to be found throughout the realm. At that time the Marshal was summoned, a man most brave and true; he was endowed with all the fine qualities, to the extent that there was nothing lacking in him. The King put him in the company of his son; he promised to do the Marshal much good in return for his care and instruction.  The King ‘ asked and commanded William to take care of Henry, for he trusted no man as much as him. The Marshal replied: ‘Know this for sure, I shall do all within my power.’

The Histoire tells us that during this time ‘He led such a very fine life that many were jealous of him. He spent his life in tournaments and war and travel through all the lands where knight should think of winning renown in France and in the low countries, through Hainaut andFlanders, came his high reputation for great exploits.

William remained in the Young King's household as a career knight for more than a decade and in that time moved from young whippersnapper into full manhood. Young Henry although charming and handsome, was not always an easy master to serve. He wanted the power and the money, but did not particularly want to have to work for it at the mundane task of government, and quarrelled with his father on the matter quite seriously on occasion. One such time, he went to seek succour from the French, and asked William, who was ever loyal despite whatever personal misgivings he had might have been harbouring, – to knight him.

Before the assembled counts and barons, and before other men such high rank, he girded the sword on the King of England and yet he had not one strip of land to his name or anything else, just his chivalry.

Matters were patched up for a while between father and son and William and his young charge took to the life of the tourney with a vengeance. Sometimes William went off jousting of his own accord, and on one such occasion which is often mentioned in the biographies he managed to get his head stuck inside his helmet because of all the blows he'd received in the fight. The tournament officials had adjudged him the ‘man of the match’ and came to find him to present him with the prize which happened to be a large pike on a platter as in the fish!

They came to the forge, where they saw him with his head on the anvil. It was no laughing matter, far from it, for the smith with his hammers, wrenches and pincers, was going about the task of tearing off his helmet and cutting through the metal strips, which were quite staved in, smashed and battered. The helmet was so tight around his neck that it was freed with great difficulty. Once the helmet was prized of – and it was pulled off with great difficulty – the knights who had come to forge greeted him graciously.  I am sure that back in the day William was delighted to receive the honour of being champion of the tourney, but my imagination furnishes me with a picture of a red-faced William gasping for fresh air and rather sore around the ears, being faced with a crowd of people bearing a large fish on a plate (that’s been doing the rounds for some hours) and I have to laugh!

William certainly seemed to enjoy his life on the tourney field and to have been ideally suited to it. The Histoire is so joyous when describing this part of his story, and really gives a feel for the sites sounds and smells of the tourney round. I think it was Prof Crouch who compared it to something of a large Gymkhana! We know that one year between Lent and Whitsuntide William and a companion took 103 knights prisoner. When a knight was captured in the tourney, he had to pay a ransom to his captor as a forfeit. It was basically a contact sport for prize-money – it would make great television today! 
Allied to his prowess William had a mischievous sense of humour and this is one of the reasons why I like him so much. This is an example of incident from his tourney days. The men are hanging around, waiting for the tourney to begin and some ladies arrive.

The knights rose up from the ranks to meet them, as was fit and proper. They were convinced that they had become better men as a result of the lady's arrival, and so they had, for all those there felt a doubling of strength in mind and body, and their boldness and courage. One of them said: ‘come on, let us dance while we are waiting, we will be less bored.’ So they took one another by the hand. One man asked: ‘who will be kind enough to sing for us?’ The Marshal who had a good voice but who in  no way boasted about it, then began to sing a song in a pure sweet tone. He gave much pleasure to those present and they willingly joined in his song. And when he had finished his song, which gave them much pleasure and delight, a youngster, recently made a herald at arms, began to sing a new song. I do not know who was the subject of it, but the refrain contained the words: ‘Marshal, come on, give me a trusty steed!’ When the Marshal heard it, he stayed there not a minute longer, but left the dance without saying a word to anyone. A squire brought him his horse, and he beckoned to the young herald. The herald saw the gesture and ran after him as fast as he could. At this point the jousters rode up, those who were in the front rank of the initial contests. The Marshal, a man who had no wish to bandy words, rode  straight at one of them. He had such faith in his prowess and in his firm and sturdy lance, that he knocked him off his horse without further ado. Then he had the young herald  mount the horse, and he, without uttering a word, galloped back into the dance, and said to all: ‘Look what a fine horse! The Marshal gave it to me.’ Many were greatly surprised by this, as they were under the impression that the Marshall was still at the dance, and they spoke much of it.

While William was in service to the young King, some jealous enemies at court accused him of having an affair with the young King's wife Marguerite, daughter of the  king ofFrance. William Staunchly denied this, but nevertheless he was banished from court. Given William’s life compass which was always one of honour, duty and truth, I personally don't think he would have done this. The discovery of such a liaison, would not just have brought shame upon the Marshal, it would have cost him his life. It was treason. As it was just the accusation almost cost him his career and he was ousted from court He took the opportunity to go to Cologne and visits the shrine of the three Kings.. He was offered employment by various magnates throughout Europe, but declined. As far as he was concerned, he only had one Lord, the young King. As it happened young Henry and his father fell out again for various detailed political reasons and William was recalled to serve his master.
This was not a particularly happy time in William’s life. He was now well into his 30s, and perhaps approaching a crossroads. The behaviour that was appropriate to a younger man, now no longer sat so easily on his shoulders. His young Lord, had taken to robbing churches and shrines to gain money for his war, including the shrine of our lady of Rocamadour, and although it does not say so in the Histoire, I gain the impression that William was very unhappy with such a state of affairs. Indeed when he founded the Priory here at Cartmel,, he had a curse written into the foundation charter that was to fall upon anyone who did anything to the detriment of the priory. Although many priories and abbeys have this type of clause written into their foundation charters, I do wonder if William was thinking of Rocamadour when he had this one written.

Shortly after the young King had robbed the shrine, he fell ill dysentery and it became obvious that he was going to die. William was with him on his deathbed and the young King had a particular request to make of him.

And when it came to the reading of his will, he said this: ‘Marshal, you have ever been loyal to me, a staunch supporter in good faith. I leave you my cross so that on my behalf you can take it to the Holy Sepulchre and with it pay my debts to God.’ The Marshal replied: ‘sire, I give you my most grateful thanks! Since that is your provision in your will and you have chosen me for this task, I shall certainly do it gladly, for that man is no loyal friend who is  found wanting in help in a great moment of need.’

I think this visit to the holy land was the moment at the crossroads he had been travelling towards. I think he went there in some sort of spiritual crisis and whatever happened, he returned  a man who had grown in all areas of his life. The Histoire tells us very little about his time out there, although there are some pertinent points made and one very important one that comes later in his life.
So he went away and stayed two years. In Palestine he showed himself to be so generous, he performed so many feats of bravery and valour, so many fine deeds that no man before had performed so many, even if he had lived there for seven years.
When he left that land, he went to seek leave of King Guy, all the men in the King's household, and of the Templars and Hospitalers, who loved the Marshal very dearly because of his many fine qualities and were very displeased about his returning home.  We also know from later on in the tale that he obtained his own burial shrouds while abroad, and showed them to no one, and that while in the holy land he vowed his body to the Templars at his death.

Once home, he took up service with Henry II again, who was pleased to see him and gave him lands here in Cumbria, along with the wardship of Heloise, heir of William of Lancaster, Lord of Kendal, who hd died in  1184 while William was in the holy land.
The lady of Lancaster, a lady of great elegance, together with her land, he gave to the Marshal, and the Marshal did her high honour and kept her from dishonour for a long time, as his dear friend, but he never married her.
William could indeed have married her and made his life in this area as a baron, certainly with the same standing as his father, but he preferred not to. However he did spend some time in Cumbria on his return from the holy land, perhaps to recuperate from all the travelling, and to settle himself spiritually. It was while here that he made plans to found a Priory on the land that King Henry had given him, although building did not start until after his marriage to Isabelle de Clare.

In 1186, William left Cumbria to go to Henry II who had summoned him to Normandy, promising him an even greater heiress and Heloise of Kendal.
The King promised the Marshal in return for his service, the hand of the maiden of Striguil, a worthy, beautiful girl.
 Isabelle de Clare, was heiress to lands inNormandy, in Berkshire, the Welsh borders,Wales and Leinster in Ireland. She was just about of marriageable age, a blond beauty and immensely wealthy.  Not that it was certain William was going to claim his prize, because Henry was on the back foot. He was fighting both the King of France and his son Richard the Lionheart who was in rebellion against him. It was a vicious, bitter campaign, that saw the burning of Le Mans, Henry's birthplace. Henry himself, sick and distraught, fled the town as Richard entered through the gates. Riding rearguard, William sought to defend his ailing Lord, and showed what he was made of, when it turned out that those pursuing were led by none other than Richard the Lionheart

Like the prudent and wise man he was, he took up his shield and his lance, and spurred straight on to meet the advancing count Richard. When the count saw him coming, he shouted out at the top of his voice: ‘God’s legs,Marshall! Do not kill me that would be a wicked thing to do, since you find me here completely unarmed.’ The Marshal replied: ‘Indeed I won't. Let the devil kill you! I shall not be the one to do it.’ This said, he struck the Count’s horse a blow with his lance, and the horse died instantly; it's never took another step forward. It died, and the count fell to the ground. It was a fine blow, which came at an opportune moment for those riding ahead.’

Henry was very unwell, and died soon after. His body was borne to the Abbey of Fontevraud by his household Knights, and while they were holding vigil there, Richard came to view his father's body, and talk the men were with him. The last time he had seen William, had been at the other end of a lance, and the Histoire gives us this conversation between them at the church.

Marshal, fair Sir, the other day you intended to kill me, and you would have, without a doubt, if I hadn't deflected your lance with my arm. That would have been a bad day.’
He replied to the count ‘My Lord, it was never my intention to kill you, never did I put my effort into that: I am still strong enough to direct a lance when armed and even more so on that occasion, when I was unarmed; if I had wanted, I could have driven it straight through your body, just as I did with that horse of yours.. And I do not consider it a wicked thing for me to have killed it, nor am I sorry for doing so.’
Richard did not bear William a grudge for this. To the contrary he valued his steadfastness and loyalty and to that end, granted him permission to take Isabelle de Clare to wife. William went immediately to London. Isabelle was being kept in the Tower of Londonbecause she was such a great prize. William knew that although Richard was King, the situation when a new king took the throne was always volatile and he made haste to marry Isabelle straightaway. It was a political match. As far as we know they had never met before. He was in his early 40s; she was 18 at the oldest. What they thought on first seeing each other is not recorded, but they seem to have made a very strong and affectionate marriage that lasted for 30 years. William set the tone of their marriage from the beginning.  It was celebrated in Londonat the house of his good friend Richard FitzReinier, who offered to provide what was necessary: William said that

‘now that he had her in his possession he had no wish to lose her, so he said that he would go to her lands and marry her there. Hearing this, Richard FitzReinier, his host, who loved him very dearly said ‘Upon my soul my Lord! You will not you shall not marry her anywhere else but here, and in this house your wedding will be so well arranged that you will lack nothing of what a worthy man needs for his use.’  The Marshal replied: ‘I have made no provision for such a thing.’
‘But I have, and very well too,’ said his host, ‘and nothing will be wanting. Thanks to God I have so much of my own that there will be no need of anything of yours.’ That said, there was no further delay: she was married under favourable style, that worthy, beautiful lady of good breeding, that courtly lady of high birth… Once that fine, splendid wedding ceremony had taken place, in a manner that was fitting, I know that the Marshall took the lady to stay with Sir Engelram D’Abernon at Stoke, a peaceful spot, well appointed and a delight to the eye.

cartmel Priory
Knowing that he was going to be very busy in the future, William nevertheless took the time out to have a honeymoon in a secluded spot and get to know his wife. At this point in his life, he also took a moment to think of his proposed foundation at Cartmel, and sent a colony of Augustinian monks from the mother house at Bradenstoke Priory, to be the founder colony at Cartmel. The first prior of Cartmel was called Daniel and had charge from around 1194 until 1204.

William and Isabelle were blessed with children almost straightaway. Their first son William was born probably in April 1190 possibly at Longeville in Normandy. Richard, their second child arrived about 18 months later, and this set the pattern. William and Isabelle would have 10 children- five boys and five girls because William believed in balance after all. William and Richard came first, then the first daughter Mahelt or Matilda, then Gilbert, Walter, Isabelle, Sybilla and Eve, followed by Ancel and Joanna. By the time Joanna was born William was around 64 and Isabelle into her 40s. None of the boys were to have children, but all the girls had sons and daughters whose descendants are scattered round the world today, some of them properly here listening today.

Williams spent the reign of King Richard bringing up his growing family, serving Richard in a military capacity, and also assisting to rule the country during Richard’s absence on Crusade. He spent most of his time inNormandy, with short occasional returns toEngland. When Richard died from an arrow wound sustained at a siege in the Limousin, William was in Rouen and one of the first to receive the news. In fact he was on his way to bed but but  ‘he put his boots back on’ and went to consult with Hubert Walter the Archbishop of Canterbury about what to do. The men had a long discussion about whether they should back John to be King, or offer the throne to his teenage nephew Prince Arthur. In the end William Marshal persuaded the Archbishop that they should sign up for John because the son is indisputably closer in the line of inheritance than the nephew is, and it is right that that should be made clear.’ The Archbishop agreed but with caveats. He said ‘You will never come to regret anything you did as much as what you're doing now.’  To which William replied ‘thanks for the warning! Nonetheless my advice is that it should be so.’
In hindsight but perhaps William did wish that he hadn’t argued for John, but be that as it may, John was offered the crown, and for his aid in the matter, William was awarded the Earldom of Pembroke and custody of the Castle.
William Marshal's castle door at Chepstow Castle

John's reign proved to be a tricky one. John had inherited political difficulties from Richard, not all of Richard’s doing, but the result of general political pull and push throughout Europe, but it has to be said that John's personality did nothing to mitigate circumstances. The King's pride and arrogance increased; they so blurred his vision that he could not see reason indeed, I know for a fact that as a result he lost the affection of the barons of the land before he crossed to England. He did not have an easy character. His biographer WL Warren says of him that he had the mind of a great King and inclinations of petty tyrant, and as a form of shorthand that statement says it all. He was suspicious of everyone including William. That suspicion of William was exacerbated during the fight for Normandy which John was eventually to lose.  Seeing the French overrunning the Norman lands, knowing that his own lands were under threat, William made a pact with the King of France, saying he would do him homage for his Norman estates. John not surprisingly took exception to this. William claimed that John gave him permission to give his oath to the French king for the Norman castles, but one suspects at that point in his life William was sailing close to the wind. John decided to take one of William sons hostage as security for William’s good behaviour. The eldest son who was most dear to the Marshall. The latter surrendered him readily to the King, being as he was a man who would have nothing to do with evil-doing or ever thought of such. The saying goes that a man who bandages his finger when it is whole will find it so again when he chooses to take the bandage off.
William further blotted his copybook by seeking permission to go to Ireland and sort out his land there. John had interests in Ireland and didn't want William meddling. However, he allowed William to go, but demanded William second son Richard as a hostage too. Isabelle was very loath to let their second boy go into John's custody, but William was willing to hand him over because he knew that was the only way he was going to get to Ireland without being adjudged a rebel. So he handed over Richard too. At the same time he arranged a marriage for his eldest daughter Mahelt with Hugh Bigod, eldest son of Roger Bigod earl of Norfolk.  This kept Mahelt safe in England under the protection of a powerful family, owners of almost half of East AngliaThe marriage was a most suitable one and pleased both families involved,’ The Histoire tells us.

William duly sailed to Ireland with his family all but his hostage sons and his newly married daughter. Once there he set about organising his lands, and founding a town on the River Barrow that today is known as New Ross. The family were to stay there for the next five years. William’s last two children, Ancel and Joanna were to be born in Leinster. King John was enraged to learn that William had gone toIreland. He had been hoping that the demand for the second son would keep William inEngland. He summoned William back toEngland along with the Justiciar of Ireland, one Meilier Fitzhenry who was William’s sworn enemy. Indeed Meilier had left instructions that the moment he and William departed Ireland, his men were to start making war on William’s interests there. The Histoire says of a meeting held between William and his men before he departed for the English court: they greatly feared the King’s sending for him was a trick and that he was acting more with a view to harming him than for his good. This view was expressed in the presence of the Countess, who had every fear as regards the King's word. The Marshal knew very well and was very aware that the King had not sent for him for his good and he had no doubt once he had left the land there would be strife and war. William made contingency plans, but when his men suggested that he himself should take hostages against the behaviour of men of whom he was uncertain, William refused very strongly. He said:  enough of that! I would not wish just now even for the price of 100 marks in silver that they came to know for certain that you had said such a thing, for it would be recorded to our eternal shame. Instead I shall send for them to  come to me and I shall tell them to uphold the peace and integrity of my land. This then perhaps is a leftover from William himself being taken hostage as a child, and what he felt inside about having to give his sons away to John. He might have had to give his boys as hostages because he had no other choice in order to save the rest of his family, but he would not take other men’s sons.
William had a difficult time in England, because King John proceeded to give him the cold shoulder and treat him with suspicion and contempt. He told him a concocted cock and bull story about William’s best men having been defeated and killed in battle in Ireland and Isabelle (who was heavily pregnant at this time) being left alone and without help. William was very surprised at the news because the weather was bad and no ships were sailing betweenEngland and Ireland to bring such details to the court. However he said: ‘I can tell you in truth that the death of those knights is a loss. There is nobody here, be here full wise, who does not know, in a word, that they were your own worthy men, and for that reason this business is an  even sorrier affair.’
This put John in his place, and later the news arrived that William's men had actually prevailed over the aggressors, although the town of New Ross had been burned to the ground. John's anger with William lowered to a simmer and he allowed him to return to Ireland, where William set about putting things to right and dealing with the opposition. 
It was not all over in a day, and John had not finished with William or with Ireland. The King came there himself to deal with rebels, and take a grip on the country.  William played the game cannily and did all that the King asked. Around him he saw other barons being destroyed by the king's anger, most notably and spectacularly, William de Braose. There is not time here to go into the whole de Braose situation, but he too had been asked for hostages. In his case, his wife had refused to give up their sons, saying she would not hand them over to a King who would murder his own nephew. This was a reference to Prince Arthur who have mysteriously vanished while in John's custody in Rouen. No one knew what had happened to him – supposedly, although it is likely that de Braose  did, and so might William who was de Braose’s ally. It's  something we will never know.
William did manage through diplomacy and sound political decisions to weather the King's displeasure.  John went home,  and William settled down with his family in Ireland. However that wasn't the end of matters. In 1212, John summoned William back to England because the political situation was dire. The Pope had excommunicated John over a long-running dispute concerning who should be Archbishop of Canterbury. In some ways it was reminiscent of the Becket crisis of his father's reign, in that the King wanted one thing and the church wanted the other. The barons had taken John's excommunication is a general sign to rise up in discontent - and they had a lot discontented about, including the marrying of heiresses to John's favourites, the bad behaviour of his mercenaries, the fact that he was selling justice for money to name just a few. William was put in a predicament because once he swore his loyalty, he kept it, but he too had fallen victim to Royal caprice and tyranny. When summoned he came, The Histoire says:  He was sorely grieved by the outrages committed by both sides, once he had been informed of them: he had no wish for them, nor did he agree to them.  The Histoire also says when the King ran out of resources, very few of the men stayed with him who were there for his money; they went on their way with their booty in hand. However, the Marshal at least, a man of loyal and noble heart, stayed with him in hard and difficult circumstances; he never left him, he never changed that steadfast heart of his, serving him in good faith as his Lord and King… What ever the King had done to him, he never abandoned him for anyone.  That absolute loyalty and honour was one of the the underpinning values of William Marshal's character.
Williams eldest son had joined the rebels. What William thought of this, we don't know. Unless it was a deliberate political move, it must have caused some ructions in the family. The Histoire is silent on the matter. What we do know is that the barons involved in working out the details of Magna Carta, and designated as sureties to see that its terms were carried out, included William Marshall senior and junior and their relatives by marriage William Earl of Salisbury, and Roger and Hugh Bigod, to whom William Marshal's daughter Mahelt was married. William was honour bound to take John’s part in these negotiations, but through family ties he had a foot in each camp.

John died in October 1216, leaving the country in turmoil. There was Civil War, the French had invaded and had control of London, were threatening Dover, and had taken several other important towns. John's eldest son was only nine years old; war had brought the country to the brink of bankruptcy, and there were deep divisions between people who had once been friends and allies. The barons who had stayed loyal to John, including William brought the nine-year-old Henry to Gloucester Abbey.   The high-ranking men there carried him between them to the Abbey, where the gift of succession was passed on through the anointing and the coronation.’
Then the matter of who was going to rule the country had to be discussed. There were only two men in the running; William Marshal, and Rannulf Earl of Chester. The latter was known to be a bit prickly, and not everyone was willing to follow him even though he had the ability to lead. In the end the vote went William who was by now around 70 years old. Having been given the job of running the country, William retired to his chamber and the enormity hit him.  He called his closest advisers, and then leant against one of the walls. It will not take long to list the members of the council: the three who were with him the previous night, were now with him at these talks. He said to them ‘give me your help and advice, for by the faith I owe you, I have embarked upon the open sea, where no man, where ever he sails or where ever he sounds the depths, can find bottom for sure, and from which it is a miracle if he reaches port and a safe haven. But may God if it please him, sustain me! I have been entrusted with this task, which is already close to coming to grief, as you know and sense. And the child has no wealth, which is very damaging and a source of grief to me, and I myself am an old man.’ Then his heart became full to overflowing and his eyes began to fill with tears. Tears streamed down his face, and those present there, who loved him and were entirely devoted to him, began to weep out of pity for him. And he, after looking up, said: ‘Have you no more to say than this?’
 As it was his former Squire and now fellow baron and companion Jean D’Earley comforted him, and did the equivalent of giving him a stiff drink and encouragement. And William shook himself , squared his shoulders, and went to get on with the task of governing England and setting thngs to rights.  By various hand to mouth methods, including breaking up the King’s treasure what was left of it, he managed to keep control of the troops and maintain the economic functioning of the country. He got people talking to each other, opened up avenues of debate and issued pardons and truces. He would fight if he had to, but diplomacy came first.
The French army had split up, and one division had gone up to Lincoln to try and take the Castle from its doughty Castellan, a lady called Nicola De la Haye. William seized the moment, and swept his army up to Lincoln to take on the divided French. By this time William’s son William Jr had returned to the fold, as had the Earl of Salisbury. It seems that with John's death, the matter of rebellion was finished for them.  William wanted the enemy to think that his army was larger than it was and to be intimidated, so one of the things he did was to have all the noncombatants in the baggage train brandish spears and shields on high, so that as they approached they looked to be massive numbers.  The French troops chose to stay behind Lincoln’s walls and not come out, so William had his trebuchets batter down a sealed up doorway in the town walls, and brought his army into Lincoln itself. His life has come full circle. As a young knight he had fought his first battle in the streets of Drincourt. Now an old man, his final big engagement was to be in the streets of Lincoln. He was so eager to enter the fray that he forgot to put his helmet on, and had to go back for it. Once it was on his head the histoire says ‘he appeared more handsome than all the rest. As swiftly as if he were a bird, sparrowhawk or an eagle,he pricked the horse  with his spurs.’  Once again the cry of ‘God is with the Marshal!’ was heard on the battlefield.
The French were utterly defeated at the Battle of Lincoln. William’s own cousin the Count of Perche was leading them and was killed when a sword pierced his brain through the eye- slit of his helm. 
The final clinching victory was a sea battle in which William took no part save to watch from the shore at Sandwich, as the French supply ships, that would have bolstered the remaining half of the French army at Dover, were either seized or destroyed by English ships. Francis Drake’s glorious moment, was actually pre-empted by the Battle of Sandwich. Many vessels full of riches were captured, and great lords taken for ransom. William used some of the booty to build a hospital dedicated to St Bartholomew.
Prince Louis who was leading the French troops and who at one time had hoped to become King of England, now sued for peace. Negotiations were opened, and he agreed to leave England, although he had to be paid to go away. Some barons protested at this, but William viewed it as a necessary sweetener to diplomacy, and with the French gone, putting the country to rights would go much more smoothly.

William continued with the task of Regency for another couple of years, and although there were still choppy seas to be negotiated, at least the ship was no longer in danger of sinking. However the effort involved had taken its toll on him.  Two years from the feast of St Michael, when Louis left the land, it was no longer than the following Candlemas when the Marshal began to be plagued by an illness and pain which resulted in his death.’
He had physicians come to tend him in London, but there was nothing they could do and he decided to go home to his favourite manor at Caversham near Reading to die. His view was that he could more easily put up with his affliction on his own ground if, in the nature of things, death was to be his lot, he preferred to die at home than elsewhere.  So he was put in a boat and rode upriver to Caversham. Once there he set about making his will and putting his estate in order. He made plans to hand over the country to some of the other people he had been working with, and he sent for the young King Henry, now 11 years old. When the boy was brought before him, he said ‘I can tell you in truth that I have served you faithfully and to the best of my ability in safeguarding your land, when it was a difficult task to do so, and I would serve you, if I could, if it please God that I had the capacity to do so, but there is no man can plainly see that it does not please him that I should be in this world any longer.’  He also spoke to the boy, warning him against behaving like his father King John. Sire, I beg the Lord our God that, if I ever did anything to please him,that in the end he grant you to grow up to be a worthy man. And if it were the case that you followed in the footsteps of some wicked  ancestor, and that your wish was to be like him, then  I pray to God the son of Mary, that he does not give you long to live in that you die before it comes to that.’ So despite having served John and his son in full loyalty and to the end of his tether, Williams feelings on the matter come through strongly here.

The matter of the country sorted, William turned to his own concerns. He sent his good friend and companion Jean D’Earley on a mission. Bring me the two lengths of silk cloth which I gave Stephen to look after;  Jean D’Earley went and fetched the cloths and brought them back to William’s bedside. Here are your lengths of silk, my Lord, which I was instructed to bring to you.’ When he heard this, he took them, and he said to Henry Fitzgerald ‘Henry, look at this fine cloth here!
‘Indeed my Lord, but I can tell you that I find them a little faded, unless my eyesight is blurred.’
The Earl replied ‘Unfold them, so that we might be in a better position to judge.’ And, once the lengths of cloth had been unfolded, they looked very fine and valuable, choice cloth good workmanship. He called for his son and his knights to come before him, and once they had all appeared he said :‘ my Lords, just look here! I’ve  had these lengths of cloth for 30 years; I had them brought back with me when I returned from the holy land, to be used for the purpose which they will now serve; my intention has always been that they will be draped over my body when I am laid in the earth;; that was the destination I had in mind for them.’
‘My Lord,’ said his son ’there is one thing we are wondering about which is a closed book to us we cannot tell nt what place you wish to be laid to rest.’
The Temple Church, London.
‘My dear son.’ He said’I shall tell you, without a word of a lie: when I was away in the holy land, I gave my body to be buried by the Templars at the time of my death, in whatever place I happened to die. That is my wish, that is where I shall be laid to rest.’
And that is what happened,  and why William’s body is in the Temple Church in London not here at Cartmel or in the main house at Bradenstoke.
William continued to give detailed orders about what he wanted to happen after he had died. His illness was such that he had time to organise his funeral and make his farewells. As well as having kept his burial shrouds for 30 years, he had been keeping another more recent secret. He had had a Templar cloak made in secret and stored in his wardrobe and now he had it brought out for all to see, because he intended now to take the vows of a Templer knight.   He had that cloak made for him a year before, keeping it in his possession without anyone else knowing of its existence. The Earl, who was generous, gentle and kind towards his wife the countess, said to her\; ‘Fair Lady kiss me now, for you will never be able to do it again.’ She stepped forward and kissed him, and both of them wept. The good folk present there are also wept out of affection and compassion.
Even amidst the moments of terrible grief and preparing to leave the world, there were still moments of joy and comfort. One day towards the very end of his illness William declared to Jean D’Earley that he had a sudden desire to sing, but that he would feel foolish doing so. Henry Fitzgerald who was also with him suggested that he send his daughters to sing to comfort him and William agreed. The girls arrived, and William perked up a bit.
‘Matilda, you be the first to sing,’ he said. She had no wish to do so, for her life at the time was a bitter cup, but she had no wish to disobey her father's command. She started to sing, since she wished to please her father, and she sang exceedingly well, giving a verse of the song in a sweet clear voice.’Joanna you sing as best you can!’ She sang one verse from a rotruenge, but timidly. ‘Don’t be bashful when you sing,’ said the Earl, ‘for if you are, you will not perform well and the words will not come across in the right way.’ So the Marshall taught her how to sing the words. Once the song was finished, he said to them ‘My daughters go in the name of Christ, who guards and protects all who believe in him; I pray to him to grant you his protection.’ As was fitting they took their leave:
Another incident involved the supernatural.  William was being attended by Jean D’Earley and said to him. ‘Can you see what I can see?’
‘My Lord, I don't know what we're looking at.’
‘Upon my soul, there are two men in white here, one of them here by me on my right and the other on my left; I never saw more handsome anywhere.’
‘My Lord, the company of Angels has come to you, and if it please God, will come again to be by your side. God has sent his company to you to lead you along the right pass.’
The Earl then said:’blessed be the Lord our God, who has given and imparted his grace to me here.’
I  believe that indeed the company of Angels had come to him rather than it being caused by the flickers of the dying mind.

William died at Caversham on a May morning  with the windows open and his grieving family around his bed - this very week 792 years ago, and as evidenced here in this gathering he is still remembered and honoured at Cartmel, the priory he founded on his return from Jerusalem.
The Histoire finishes: here ends the story of the Earl's life, and may God grant that his soul rest in eternal glory in the company of his angels! Amen

But the story doesn't end there, because William’ memory, like Cartmel itself, has lived on down the centuries. His name has become a byword for honour and chivalry, for  loyalty in the face of all odds, for decency,  compassion and balance. He was a great man in his time, and he remains a great one even now, perhaps even more so because the global population is so much bigger today, and in reading about him, people all over the world can reach out and be inspired by his values.  In writing my own novels about his life, I have learned so much, and I hope I have done him justice. William Marshal. The Greatest Knight. The finest man.  May his story live on for many more centuries to come.