Tuesday, June 30, 2009

THE WIP HAS A TITLE!

Just a quick note. I'm in the middle of writing a longer blog post - about sex (!!) which will be up tomorrow night, but I realised that although I've posted it on Facebook and a couple of other places, I hadn't mentioned on my blog that the work in progress about Mahelt Marshal and Hugh Bigod finally has a title. It's called ta da!

TO DEFY A KING.

Due out Spring 2010.

I had to write the catalogue blurb last week in around 100 words, and this is what emerged.

The privileged daughter of one of the most powerful men in England, Mahelt Marshal’s life changes dramatically when her father is suspected by King John. Her brothers become hostages and Mahelt is married to Hugh Bigod, heir to the earldom of Norfolk. Adapting to her new life is hard, but Mahelt comes to love Hugh deeply; however, defying her father in law brings disgrace and heartbreak. When King John sets out to subdue the Bigods, Mahelt faces her worst fears alone, knowing neither she, nor her marriage are likely to survive the outcome.

A story of huge emotional power set against the road to Magna Carta and the fight to bring a tyrant king to heel.


Friday, June 12, 2009

Roger Bigod II Earl of Norfolk

I've been preparing a permanent piece for my website about Roger Bigod II, the hero of THE TIME OF SINGING. It'll be up at the website soon, but in the meantime here it is for my blog.

Roger Bigod II
I set out to write about him after being made curious by a remark in a reference work mentioning that his career path was in many ways similar to that of the great William Marshal. They were both self-made men, if for different reasons. Both had clawed their way up the ladder of fame and fortune. Both had been born in troubled times and had cut their political teeth at the courts of the Angevin kings and their familiers. Each of them was to marry an heiress in the King’s gift and wield great power that would help shape England’s future.
William Marshal is fortunate and almost unique in having a history written about him shortly after he died; thus his deeds and his life story have remained for posterity.
Roger of Norfolk has no such history to track his days on earth Even so, there are traces of his tale in chronicles and charters and these can be pieced together to make a larger body of knowledge. Roger’s son and heir married William Marshal’s eldest daughter and so we get a brief glimpse of him in the Histoire de Guillaume le Mareschal, where Roger is called ‘a man who was never very slow in doing what was to his advantage and honour, when it was appropriate for him to do so.
So what was Roger Bigod’s story? What kind of man was he, and what sort of life did he live?

Roger Bigod has no known birth date or year, but was probably born somewhere between 1140 and 1146. He came from a family of obscure origins but whom we know were vassals of the Bishop of Bayeux prior to the Norman Conquest and haled from the Calvados region of Normandy.
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Bayeux,+France&sll=51.41334,-1.344109&sspn=0.155244,0.440483&ie=UTF8&ll=49.276447,-0.705529&spn=1.299104,3.523865&z=9
An ancestor called Hugh Bigod who was very likely Roger’s great grandfather was described by Wace in the Roman de Rou, as ‘The lord of Montfiquet’ and was apparently a forester and a steward to Duke William of Normandy. ‘He was small in stature, but very bold and valiant.’
Roger’s ancestors followed their overlord to England and settled, although they still held onto their Norman fiefs. Roger’s grandfather, also called Roger, was one of the mainstays of the Norman government. Although not at this stage made Earl of Norfolk, he was sheriff of the county and was apportioned vast lands there and in Suffolk and Essex. The Bigod family became the rulers of what had once been the kingdom of the East Angles. The first Roger Bigod founded a Priory of Cluniac monks at Thetford and built the first castle at Framlingham. He married twice and had three daughters and two sons by his wives. The eldest son, William, was the product of his first marriage. The younger son, Hugh was born to his second wife, Alais. When William drowned in the disaster of the White Ship http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Ship the second son, Hugh, inherited everything. Prior to this, Hugh had stood to gain nothing. Now suddenly, he got the lot.
Hugh Bigod does not seem to have had a good reputation in history. He had an eye to the main chance and a determination to get to the top that left little room for courtesy or finesse. By changing sides to his own advantage, he did very well out of the civil war between Stephen and Matilda and at this time was created Earl of Norfolk. Here’s a brief article giving an overview of The Anarchy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Anarchy Like his father, Hugh married twice. His first match was to Juliana de Vere, sister of the earl of Oxford and it was from this match that Roger Bigod, hero of the Time of Singing was born, probably at Framlingham in the stone great hall there, the ruined remains of which can still be seen today. The photo on the left shows the remains of the hall where my Roger Bigod would have lived when he was first married. The white parts of the chimney stacks are original Norman chimneys, with later Tudor brickwork on top.
For reasons unknown, Hugh divorced Juliana at some point in before the early 1150’s and married instead Gundreda, sister of the Earl of Warwick. By Gundreda, Hugh Bigod went on to have two more sons, Hugh and William.
Roger would have been raised at the family home of Framlingham, but would have been without his natural mother from his mid-childhood. Instead he grew up with his stepmother Gundreda and his two half-brothers. Roger would appear to have been educated both in the knightly arts and those pertaining to the pen. From his later career, we know he had a sound knowledge of the law and was frequently used as a judge on the bench by successive kings of England. He was present at the Assize of Clarendon http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assize_of_Clarendon so was familiar with the working of the judicial system from an early age It’s interesting to note that around the time Roger was receiving his grounding in the law, William Marshal was setting out to serve his uncle Patrick, Earl of Salisbury, as a hearth knight in Poitou.
In 1173, King Henry’s son rebelled against his father. Roger’s own father, Hugh, threw in his lot with the young man and his faction. Henry II had sought to limit Hugh’s vast power in East Anglia and to this end had built a dominant castle at Orford to oppose Hugh’s castles at Framlingham and Bungay. Hugh was not best pleased at this restriction and voted with his sword. Roger Bigod took a different view to his father. It seems rather ironic that Hugh of Norfolk, well into his seventies, supported the Young King, and Roger, a young man, supported King Henry’s established monarchy. We don’t know when Roger and Hugh parted company, or how the conversation went, but obviously father and son faced each other on opposite sides of a divide. I suspect the fact that they chose opposite sides was one of personal acrimony rather than a mutual ploy.
Matters came to a head when the country rose in rebellion against King Henry on the Young King’s behalf. The Earl of Leicester and Hugh of Norfolk forged an alliance and imported Flemish mercenaries to fight for the cause. The royalists, led by among others the justiciar Richard de Luci and Robert de Vere, Earl of Oxford (Roger’s uncle) were hard pressed to contain the rebellion, but contain it they did. Having defeated and turned back the Scots who had put their oar into the general unrest by heading over the border, de Luci turned his army southwards to deal with the rebels in East Anglia, who were now branching out into the Midlands. Roger joined the royalist army as they prepared to meet the advancing rebel contingent at the bridge over the river Lark at Fornham St. Genevieve in October 1176. Roger was given the privilege of bearing the banner of Saint Edmund into battle. The Bigod family owed knights’ service to the Abbey of Saint Edmund, so Roger had every right to bear the banner in that role. Saint Edmund was the closest thing England had to a patron saint in the twelfth century. He was an Anglo Saxon king murdered by the Vikings, and his cult had a strong following. The shrine of Saint Edmund was covered in beaten silver and gems, and pilgrims came from far and wide to pray at the tomb. For Roger to bear that banner was a great honour, responsibility and privilege. Roger’s own blazon was that of a red cross on a gold background.
The royalist army was outnumbered four to one by the rebels. However, the latter consisted of hired men, many of them untrained out of work Flemish weavers, covering their deficits with a soldier’s pay until the looms picked up. They weren’t accustomed to standing hard. To get to the bridge across the lark, they had to cross marshy ground that split and scattered them. In contrast, the core of de Luci’s men were hard-bitten soldiers. They had been joined by a posse of locals, probably no more qualified to fight than the weavers, but in this case, their homesteads were at risk and there was a strong desire to be rid of these foreign parasites.
The battle was a disaster for the rebels and a massive success for the royalists.
The earl of Leicester was taken prisoner and with him, his Amazon wife Petronilla, who is supposed to have worn a hauberk at the battle. When the royalist men closed in on her, she took off her rings and tossed them into the spated river, saying that no one was going to have them. Perhaps they are still there now!
Following the battle, the rebels surrendered. Roger’s father was made to pay a fine of around 500 marks and the defences at Framlingham, the seat of his earldom, were torn down in punishment and his castle at Bungay was taken away. He was a broken old man by this time. One source says that he went on pilgrimage to the Holy land, but given his age, the state of his health and the fact that he was buried at the Priory of St Mary’s Thetford, it is unlikely. Wherever his demise, he was dead by the spring of 1177. Immediately a dispute arose between his three sons as to who inherited what. Hugh had not divided his lands between them and the whole should have gone to Roger. But Roger’s mother in law contested the will, saying that her eldest son was due all the land that her former husband had acquired during his lifetime as earl.
The dispute came before King Henry, who was no man’s fool when it came to matters of money and inheritance. He knew a good thing when he saw it and although the case was set in motion, he deferred judgement pending further investigation and kept the lands in his own administration. However, not to lose a good man who could both fight and administer, he utilised Roger’s skills and Roger was often at court, involved in legal administration and serving in a military capacity. His stepmother made her own plans to keep her cause alive. She married Robert de Glanville, a court lawyer who’s brother Ranulf was the King’s justiciar (he ruled the country in Henry’s absence). Her eldest son, for whom she was fighting chose to abscond the battle for a while at least, and went on crusade.
Henry also refused to grant Roger the earldom of Norfolk and the privileges that went with it – such as the third penny of the shire. This was a perk granted to an earl, whereby every third penny taken in tolls on markets and goods and passage was given to the earl of that shire. It becomes obvious when you look at the history that Henry was having his cake and eating it. It also appears that while Henry valued Roger, he was also suspicious of the Bigod name by now. Roger’s father had been rebellious and untrustworthy. Henry had had terrible problems with his own sons in that respect, so why should someone else’s son be any different? Roger was not about to get his full inheritance any day soon.
At the time Roger was serving the King and following the court, Henry had a young mistress. Her name was Ida de Tosney and she was one of his wards. This meant that he was her guardian. Her father, Ralph de Tosney had died when she was a small child. She had a brother, Roger (called Goscelin in The Time of Singing) who was also in wardship. Ida was probably in her mid teens when she became Henry’s mistress and bore him a son who was to grow up to become William LongespĂ©e, earl of Salisbury. The photo on the left is of his tomb effigy in Salisbury Cathedral.
From burrowing in charters, we know that Roger and Ida married around Christmas time 1181. Had Henry grown tired of his poppet and moved on? Was Ida a reward to Roger? Was there mutual attraction going on? We can’t say from this distance using conventional history. What is known is that Henry released several of the disputed manors to Roger as part of the bride’s marriage portion. It is not recorded what Gundreda and her sons thought about this, but they can hardly have been thrilled. What is also known is that Roger and Ida’s firstborn son Hugh, turned up within a year of the marriage and that it continued to be a fruitful one. Hugh was joined by two sisters, Marie and Marguerite, then three more brothers, Roger, William and Ralph. There may have been a couple of others, - John and Ida, but their existence is on less solid ground and they pop in and out of genealogical tables.
Henry still had no intention of returning the Earldom of Norfolk to Roger, but he continued to work him hard. Towards the end of Henry’s reign in 1187, Roger was serving at the King’s Court (Curia Regis) at Westminster and hearing pleas.
Henry died in 1189 and Richard I became King. Richard had need of funds for his crusade and he also needed a firm government to serve him. It was time for a new broom to sweep clean and to issue promotions to likely men. Roger finally got his reward and twelve years after his family lost the earldom of Norfolk, it was restored to them for a thousand marks. He was granted permission to rebuild Framlingham castle and immediately began doing so on a grand scale. You can see a photo gallery here.
http://www.elizabethchadwick.com/Books/Framlingham%20Castle%20Photo%20Gallery/index.html Here is an url to a site about building works at Framlingham. You can click through to an archaeological report. http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/server/show/nav.1238
The shell of the castle still stands today with its thirteen great towers. There are also the remains of the hall where Roger and his wife Ida lived in the early years of their marriage. The second, grander hall where they dwelt as a more mature couple has largely gone, but small bits remain as part of the Visitor centre. Photo of Framlingham
Once Roger had been granted an earldom, the hard work really began and he had to shift gears. Not only had he a new castle to build and a growing family to support, but Richard sent him out travelling on the judicial circuit, hearing pleas and making judgements at various stopping places up and down England. The pipe roll of 1190-91 shows him busy in Essex, Hertfordshire, Norfolk, Suffolk, Cambridgeshire, Huntingdonshire and Wiltshire. At this time too, he was given custody of Hereford Castle. In 1194 he was in Yorkshire, Cumberland, Westmorland and Lancaster. In 1195 he covered nine counties, with two more added in 1197. Northumberland, Yorkshire, Westmorland, Lancashire, Cumberland, Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex and Herefordshire with Warwickshire and Leicestershire added later. On top of this, he had to support the appointed justiciars while Richard was away on crusade and try to help keep the peace – not always an easy task. The King’s brother John had made a play for his brother’s throne and Richard’s chancellor, William Longchamp who was opposing John, was hated by the barons. Roger, together with men such as William Marshal and the Archbishop of Rouen had to find the strength, the tact and diplomacy to deal with the situation, maintain stability, and manage their own lives.
On his way home from crusade, Richard had been captured crossing enemy territory in Austria, and was now the prisoner of Emperor Henry of Germany. A ransom was finally negotiated, but before Richard was released, he had to provide sureties for delivery of the money. Various nobles from England came to his aid and Roger was on the shipping list. There is no concrete evidence of his actual presence in Germany, but we do know he was on the shipping list. Did he go? With his experienced handling of the law and judicial subjects, I suspect he was present. No proof either way at the moment.
Richard returned to England to find that his brother John had risen up against him – and then run away to France to summon aid, leaving his castellans to ride it out as best they could. Richard swiftly set up military campaigns to deal with the insurrection and headed to Nottingham to deal with the rebels there. Roger was there with him in a military capacity.
When Richard died in 1199 and John came to the throne, Roger offered his loyalty. He went to Scotland for him as an envoy to King William and was frequently at court. He helped the town of Ipswich, in which he had a firm trading interest, to secure a charter of liberties from John in 1200. This gave the town various rights and privileges including permission to elect its two bailiffs who had previously been crown nominees. Four coroners were also created to watch over crown rights in the borough. In return for his assistance, Roger was admitted as the first foreign burgess of the town. In token payment he gave one ox, one bull, two quarters of corn and two of malt. For this, he and his heirs were then exempt on paying tolls in the town on the corn and grain reaped on their demesne lands.
Roger once again went on the judicial circuit early in John’s reign – 1201, but this was his last time on eyre as it was called.
Roger was a cautious, canny operator. His family had always been stewards to the royal family – also known as dapifers. One of Roger’s hereditary jobs and of ceremonial prestige, was to set the first dish before the King at official banquets and also to bear one of the ceremonial swords at the coronation. However, the Earl of Leicester thought he should have this privilege too and disputed the position. Roger had a think and decided to settle the matter amicably. He would renounce the title providing Leicester gave him ten knights’ fees. Leicester agreed to do so and Roger gave up the stewardship. He did have some follow up problems as getting Leicester to agree was the easy bit. Making him disgorge the manors was a different matter entirely and even after Roger II’s death (1221) the dispute rumbled on because Leicester had only paid seven and a half of the fees (1236).
In 1207 Roger consolidated his family’s prestige by marrying his heir, Hugh, to Mahelt, William Marshal’s eldest daughter. When she became the last of the Marshal’s children to survive, the title of Marshal came down to her and was passed on to her eldest son, Roger.
Throughout the early and mid part of John’s reign, Roger served the King faithfully. He answered the summons to battle campaigns, performed necessary stints at court and generally led a steady life. In 1213, the King visited him at Framlingham and all seemed well between them. However, as the political problems facing the king escalated and John’s behaviour deteriorated, Roger and his eldest son Hugh, had second thoughts about their support. At the time of the Magna Carta crisis in 1215, Roger renounced his support of John and joined the rebel barons. The rebels were probably delighted to have him among their number, because he was a consummate lawyer and could help oversee the wording and drafting of their demands. Why did Roger rebel against King John? Conventional history doesn’t tell us. He didn’t change sides until late in the day, but once he made up his mind, he stayed on the opposing side until after John was dead. Having turned rebel, he faced both excommunication and hostilities against his magnificent thirteen-towered castle at Framlingham.
The royal army came to Framlingham in March 1216 and prepared to lay siege to it. Although the castle was a state of the art fortress and the garrison boasted deadly crossbowmen among its numbers, Roger obviously preferred not to put it to the test and after only two days, the fortress was yielded to King John by Roger’s castellan, William Lenveise. Roger himself was in London at the time, because his huntsmen and dogs were apparently sent there to join him. Unfortunately, his young grandson was at Framlingham and was taken hostage by King John. However, this fact didn’t bring Roger to heel and he continued in rebellion. John died in October 1216, but Roger did not come to terms of peace with the royalist government until September of 1217 when he was finally restored to his earldom and Framlingham was returned to the family. By yielding the castle rather than putting up a fight, Roger secured the inheritance for the next generation. His hostage grandson was also the grandchild of William Marshal and this probably helped to secure the child’s safety during the ongoing hostilities, particularly after the Marshal was named regent following John’s death.
Roger died somewhere between the end of April and August 1221. He was well into his seventies and his son Hugh had taken over many of the duties of the earldom by then. His wife, Ida had predeceased him because there is no mention of any provision being made for her widowhood and it is not known where she is buried.
Like his contemporary William Marshal, Roger Bigod had been born into uncertain times during the regnal battle between Stephen and Matilda. He had learned statecraft at the court of Henry II and woven his way through the often difficult rule of Richard and John. History leaves us quiet traces of a man capable, firm and honourable. An understated man in his personality, who nevertheless knew and appreciated the value of display. The thirteen towers of Framlingham castle still standing today, and the remains of the stone hall he first shared with Ida are testament to both traits of Roger’s personality – unsung but shining. Visitors to the House of Lords will also find his statue looking down from the gallery in the company of William Marshal and his stepson William LongespĂ©e among others. He can also be found in slightly less exalted places! Photo here of Roger Bigod Mews.


Sources:
The Bigod Family, an investigation into their lands and activities 1066-1306
PHD Thesis by Susan A. J. Atkin University of Reading

The Bigod Earls of Norfolk in the Thirteenth Century by Marc Morris/Boydell

History of William Marshal Vol II/Anglo Norman Text Society

The History of the Norman People: Wace’s Roman de Rou

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Pot Pourri

This post is a mixture of all sorts - a bit like my dog!

1. The Time of Singing
2. Work in progress
3. A trailer for The Greatest Knight, Sourcebooks version USA
4. Akashic moment with William Marshal

With a week to go to paperback publication of The Time of Singing (Amazon are already sending it out) I thought I'd post a photo of the paperback cover (same as hardcover except for blurb) and the audio cover. Headless woman strikes again, but I do rather like it. I am busy writing a biography about Roger Bigod to put on my website and it should be ready within the next two weeks - hopefully earlier. There is already some material on the site referencing the Bigods and the novel. Click here: http://www.elizabethchadwick.com/Books/books_timeofsinging.html
More on its way.
Looking back to the time I first started writing The Time of Singing, I thought I'd repost this link to my blog archives. This was the moment I decided to write about Roger Bigod and Ida de Tosney. http://livingthehistoryelizabethchadwick.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-of-plan.html
Earlier, I had been considering doing the story of this Roger's grandson, but when I started exploring the characters, Roger II was the one who called to me and hi-jacked my muse - not least because of his wife, Ida. Her true identity has only recently been discovered by genealogists and she has been identified (before her marriage to Roger) as a mistress of Henry II and mother to William Longespee, future Earl of Salisbury. The Time of Singing examines the relationship between Ida and Henry, Ida and Roger, and the dynamics caused by Longespee's birth and what happened afterwards - although that isn't the entire story. In his own quietier way, Roger Bigod was a man just as dynamic as the great William Marshal (who claims several cameo roles as a secondary character in the novel).


Paperback cover

Currently I am hard at work on the sequel ready for next spring. It's now on the 3rd draft. Still no title, but we're getting closer.
I've written it 3 times on the PC and am now reading it as a paper draft - no hardship this afternoon, sat beneath the cherry tree in the garden in the glorious late May weather. You would think by this stage I'd be fairly set wouldn't you? Ummm... not a bit of it. Below is a one page sneak preview of part of the draft (click to enlarge). As you can see, I'm not entirely happy with it. Once I've read all the way through the script, it will be back to the PC to key in the alterations and re-read with a refreshed eye. Then print out, then read aloud to my husband, make notes, back to the PC and finally hand it in. All I can say at the moment is, that like the title, it's getting there!





Work in progress - 3rd draft and still plenty of work to do!
Click to enlarge if you want.














As I've mentioned, Sourcebooks in the USA will be publishing The Greatest Knight on September 1st. I've been indulging my whimsy by making a trailer as part of the promo - and hey, trailers are fun to make anyway and cost nothing except time. Here's my first effort. I may tweak some of the photos, but I think it's not bad.


On the odd occasion, I post Akashic moments. Here's an excerpt from a recent one connected with my work in progress about William Marshal's daughter. I asked to see William and his son having a good time (if there was one) after their reconciliation following the death of King John. It won't necessarily go in the novel, but it helps me to work on the characters. Here's what came through:

I asked Alison to go to William Marshal and William Junior after King John’s death and look at the best time together after their reconciliation.

Alison: I’m with William Junior. He’s very upright. He’s not a relaxed sort of person but he’s more stress free than usual and he has more of the same sort of energy going through him, rather than a strong energy in a particular place. He’s just upright. I saw dappled light or reflection. I am feeling a curved seat. I thought at first he might be on a horse, but it feels too wide to be a horse, but it’s that kind of saddle shape. It’s a red cloth with a plaited gold braid edge. I’m feeling him breathing out now. Sighing, relaxing. Settling down. He’s not so upright. Loosening up. Now he’s smiling. I seem to be locked inside his feelings rather than seeing what’s outside. I am seeing something that looks like thick greenish glass, curved again. I am seeing a diagonal line curved through or a cross. The diagonal line is a lance held by someone on a horse who has now stopped. The lance is at an angle to the ground and the knight is leaning over talking to someone at the side of the horse. William Junior is smiling. I feel as if William Junior is elevated on a platform or looking out of a window, which makes sense with the green glass. So that seat could be a window seat? Yes…yes that’s right. Spot on. The window is open and I can feel a breeze and a scent of hay. The man on the horse is William Marshal and Jnr. is happy to see his father happy. It feels like back to business as usual. I suppose it’s like when your dad’s at work, everything feels right in the world, and it’s that old childhood security. He’s longing for his dad to come back in the room, he’s waiting for that to happen. He wants to put his arms around his dad and ummmm….wrestle him. Roll about the floor and feel his muscles. There are actually young children playing about on the floor on mats. Go forward. What I’m seeing is William Snr coming off the horse. Dismounting? No, I think he’s falling backwards. He’s not hurt himself; he’s getting up and brushing off help. He’s saying ‘That’s it for today.’ He’s got a broad grin. He’s got stubble; he’s not clean shaven. He’s saying ‘Well done,’ to the youngster who’s unseated him. There’s a bit of back ache but he’s kind of wriggling himself so he can walk without any limp. He’s taking his equipment off and coming to the main room. I was wondering if one of the youngsters was one of his other sons, Gilbert or Walter? Alison asks if I want to find out. I say don’t go too far, but just out of curiosity. Well he does have love for this person and it feels the sort of love you have for your family, but I don’t know how I could find out who it could be. Intuitively I am feeling Gilbert but I wouldn’t like to say. Okay not important. I was just curious. Anyway, back to the main point. He’s coming up the stairs. Back to William Junior’s point of view. Alison laughs. This is really interesting. This is the first time I have ever seen William Junior with his dad’s sense of humour, and it really is just like William. He’s sitting in the window with his legs crossed and he’s fiddling with something (a walking stick we later suss) and his mute look is one of ‘I won’t mention it if you don’t mention it - but this walking stick could easily be a lance. His dad’s already saying ‘All right then, all right. You needn’t say anything. You weren’t there. You didn’t have a go.' There’s something about William Senior hinting that the the reason Jnr. wasn’t in the tiltyard was down to some spurious injury. 'If you hadn’t pretended you’d got this injury, you would have been there as well.’ It’s actually to do with Jnr’s upper right leg. He’s resting it. It’s a muscle thing. I am also seeing a blue vein. Perhaps he’s strained it or been cut or something. A scar? Yes, I think it’s something that’s healing and he can’t pull it because it might come apart. Back to Jnr.. Alison laughs aloud. Jnr.says ‘Come on then, come on then, try me! William Snr comes towards him, big, heavy, and WJ extends his walking stick in a ‘Touche!’ gesture. So then, William Snr (and this is really funny) puts his hand to his back and says ‘I’m injured, I’m injured!, and starts hobbling. Jnr. says ‘You’re no more injured than I am and pokes him in the shoulder. So then William Snr grabs the stick and he’s saying ‘You will not challenge me, you will not dishonour me’ or something like that. He grabs the stick and gets Jnr. round the neck. And then they are rolling about on the floor laughing and fighting which is exactly what Jnr. wanted. He can really writhe and put his elbows about and it’s not risking his leg. And because his dad is so much bigger than him and holds him firmly, it’s like being a child again and being held by someone who is compassionate but wants to play. Oh, they’ve actually rolled over now and William Jnr is holding his dad down and saying ‘Do you concede?’ Senior rears up and says ‘Never! Never!’ And he’s on top of William Junior now. Ah – Alison laughing hard now This is really funny. William Snr falls back and pretends to be dead. So William Jnr has to pat his face and try to revive him, but no, he’s dead. Then he gives this kind of great big snort like he’s snoring. Then there’s a bit more. They’re too busy laughing then. They both fall on their backs. Has anyone else been observing all this? Yes, the children, I was going to mention that.

Every so often, they’ve tried to creep closer, then backed off because they thought it might be dangerous, but when William Snr was feigning death, William Jnr was saying ‘Is Grandad all right?’ Aha! Then the children would be Mahelt’s children – Roger, Hugh, and perhaps little Isabelle, because these were the only grandchildren born before William Marshal’s death! Alison gets loads of shivers in response to this realisation and says it feels lovely. So, back to ‘Is Grandad all right?’ He’s pretending to be dead and the children are all a bit taken in by it and worried. William jnr’s going ‘Come one come on, wake up!’ And then the big snore.

And then it’s good fun for the kiddies to sit astride granddad, so of course he’s bouncing them up an down. William jnr is lying on the floor as well. He’s tickling their feet and tummies while they are sitting on top of granddad. Oh, it’s a very physical scene isn’t it, and very relaxed and natural. Writing up these notes it occurs to me that so often in historical fiction and in text books, you see the dry political facts, and even in reference books about daily life, you only generally see how people went about the business of doing things in their jobs or with artefacts. You seldom see this sort of close up, warm family interaction, which must have happened all the time. William Marshal may have been regent of England and a great magnate, but why shouldn’t he play with his family and bounce his grandchildren on his chest? (!). I think beyond the fun, it’s a moving reminder to take in all facets of a person’s life.



Friday, May 22, 2009

Speedos!!!!

Sorry, about this, but I had to post this cropped guy from a 15thC painting by Matthaus of Kuttenberg. He's having a wash, having just been down the silver mine. Wouldn't look out of place on a modern beach would he?

The book in question is Goldsmiths. Medieval Craftsmen by John Cherry, published by the British Museum press.
This same painting even has a 'beach hut' and lifeguard tower for the guy.
The original painting is very similar to the 'Where's Willy?' (Waldo) story books of Martin Handford.

Below is the original painting. See if you can spot Speedo man! You can click on the painting to enlarge.














This is only an interim post while the author has a whimsical moment.
Normal service will be resumed over the weekend!

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Hometown castle and church.

The Biographical notes on my novels say that I live in Nottingham. Actually I live near Nottingham, but I do have another town on my doorstep and it's the one I visit most often because I do my grocery shop there. It's Newark On Trent, and it's still a fairly unspoiled, bustling market town with much of its history intact. In the Medieval period, it's famous as being the place where King John died. I'm always saying to my husband that I'll bring my camera on our next outing, and finally I remembered it! I'm not the world's best photographer, but I'm enclosing a few shots of the castle and the magnificent church of Saint Mary Magdalene.
Newark Castle stands on the banks of the River Trent. The first building there was a Saxon palace dating to the reign of Edward the Elder 870 -924. In 1073, Robert Bloet, bishop of Lincoln built a timber motte and bailey castle on the site. Fifty years later, bishop Alexander began work on a substantial stone fortress and this was again enhanced in the reign of Henry III.
In the 15th and 16th centuries the castle became more of a palace, but during the English Civil War in the 17thC, once more returned to military status. Following Oliver Cromwell's triumph, the castle was slighted i.e. reduced to a state where it could neve be a defensive fortress again. Today all that remains is the gatehouse, curtain wall and North West tower. There is a very pleasant riverside walk and a small attractive park attached to the castle. Whenever we drive into Newark intent on replenishing the store cupboards, I always take a glance at the castle as we drive past and wonder if one of those window remaining was once part of the chambere where King John died. He had arrived in Newark in a state of great physical distress. Earlier he had been borne on a litter because he was no longer able to ride a horse. The litter itself was made from willows cut from the side of the road by the swords of his knights, and with a horse cloth thrown over. For the entry into Newark, he forced himself back onto a horse, an 'ambling nag' (Kate Norgate, John Lackland) Here, at the castle, he lingered, dying, for three days, attended by the abbot of Croxton, who, despite his medical skills was unable to do anything. As John died at midnight on October 18th, apparently a whirlwind swept through the town with such violence that peope feared for their houses, and with the storm departed the soul of King John.
On the first picture, the two small arches in the middle of the wall at the base are latrine chutes. At one time the river would have come right up to the base of the castle wall.





A romanesque window from the time of King John

















Taz investigates a mysterious dark hole in case there are rabbits!

The Church of St Mary Magdalene stands almost on the town square and is the third on the site. A previous Saxon church would have seen Leofric of Mercia and his famous wife Lady Godiva (presumably with clothes on!) amid the congregation. There was a late 12th century church, but very little of this remains. The existing church dates from the 1230's onwards. In 1227, Henry III gave permission for six oaks from Sherwood Forest to be felled for repairs to the church.
In 1310, another building programme was embarked upon and was to last 200 years.
Although not a cathedral, it is the size of one. The spire rises 236 feet and was built in several stages, beginning in the thirteenth century and continuing into the fourteenth. The trade guilds in the town each had a chapel dedicated in the church and at one point there were sixteen altars in additon to the High Altar. Each chapel would have been highly decorated and adorned with riches.
One of the remaining treasures of the church is an early sixteenth century pair of painted panels depicting the Dance of Death. One panel shows a young man in the prime of life, the other a skeleton holding out a carnation to him, the message being 'As I am, so shall you be.'














































I will need to revisit for a more thorough look. My time was limited as I had to get my frozen stuff home and I had other appointments, but I'll be back. There's a medieval chest I didn't get a chance to look at, and I didn't have time for the misericords either (bum supports during long services, often with ornate carving beneath them). I also want a closer look at the chancel floor tiles.


















Two ceilings in the church of St. Mary Magdalene Newark.

Newark is a great place to spend a few hours - historic, but modern enough so that you can buy most things. The history is right there with you every step of the way and there are plenty of good eateries and refreshment places too.

I apologise for the formatting. Blogger is having an idiosyncratic moment and the layout I see when editing is not the same as what appears on the finished blog!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Roll out the barrel - random research

One of the ways I do my research is by selecting books at random from my reference library and dibbing into them as the mood strikes.
I had one of these moments yesterday when my husband returned from the allotment and remarked upon a tool someone was using to clear the cround. A long shaft with a blade on the end basically. We had no idea what it was called, but I thought I knew where to find out, went hunting in my library and came across the beastie in one of my reference books - The Forgotten Arts by John Seymour: A practical guide to traditional crafts. It's used in hedging and it's called a long handled slasher - I guess it does what it says on the tin!
Anyway, now I had the book off the shelf, I began to re-acquaint myself with its pages and found myself reading all about the art of coopering while I was eating my lunch. The author John Seymour seems to think that coopering is allied to boat building. If you can craft something to keep water out, then you can equally craft an item to keep liquids contained - seems logical to me.
When we think of coopering today, the main container word that has survived is 'barrel' and it has come to mean the shape rather than being a statement of quantity. We have a biscuit barrel on the sideboard for example, as well as a beer barrel - same shape different size. But once upon a time, each container had its own capacity name. A pin held four and half gallons. A firkin held nine gallons. A kilderkin 18 gallons, a barrel 36 gallons, a hogshead 54 gallons, a puncheon 72 gallons and a butt 108 gallons. One advantage the barrel has in its shape is that it can be easily handled, even if it contains a great weight. You might not be able to carry one, but you can roll it or trundle it i.e. tilt it on one of its rims and spin it along.






Barrels are apparently mentioned in the old testament and are also supposed to have been used in Classical Greece - although surely amphorae were the more usual type of container. The Romans had them and so did the Medievals. They're famously depicted on the Bayeux Tapestry when William the Conqueror is preparing to invade from Normandy.

In England, oak staves for making barrels were imported by the Hanseatic league from Russia and Eastern Europe because oak from those countries apparently has less knots than English oak and therefore made a better product.
I've also seen references to silver pennies being transported in barrels, and sheaves of arrows - although whether they were called barrels is another matter as I haven't seen the original text to see what they were called in Latin and Old French.
The cooper's art also incorporated such domestic items as buckets, butter churns and bath tubs and was once a vitally important part of medieval life - now replaced by mass produced metal containers. When John Seymour published The Forgotten arts in 1984, there wasn't a single apprentice cooper to be had in all of Britain - which is sad, but a sign of progress.

It would take the length of a novel to write about how a barrel is produced and since I'm still on library tour this week, I'm keeping it short, but I can highly recommend The Forgotten Arts by John Seymour for anyone wanting to take a look at skills we have lost or are in danger of losing, or are now hobby crafts, but which go far back in time. Subjects covered in good detail include ladder making, charcoal burning, wood turning, basket making, dry stone walling, wheel-wrighting, boat-building, saddle making, pottery, soap making (author reminisces about making soap from lion fat when living in Africa!) spinning, weaving and dyeing.
It's about ready to go back on my bookshelf. Next random read to catch my eye just now is a history of Lambeth palace (I'm going to dip into the Medieval bits this evening) by Tim Tatton Brown.

Monday, April 13, 2009

New Short Story

I'm still on library tour for the next fortnight - Kensington Library on Wednesday with Katie Hickman, Wimbledon Library on Thursday 16th and then Knowle Library Solihull on Friday 17th. I'll be back to meatier blogging after that.
But dropping in to say that a while ago I was asked to write a short story for an anthology being produced to mark the Romantic Novelists' Association 50th anniversary. I was specifically asked for a historical short story and I obliged with one about a washerwoman - I'd been researching medieval laundry practices around the time the request came in. It's titled 'A Clean Start' and readers who are as fond as I am of John Marshal might enjoy a certain cameo appearance!
The book features stories from a range of authors who are all members of the RNA. Katie Fforde, Jill Mansell, Joanna Trollope etc. Also my friend Jan Jones who writes smashing Regency novels, although she tells me her story for this anthology is a contemporary.

url here to the full list.

http://www.rna-uk.org/index.php?page=article&id=158
Mine will be the only story played out in the 12th century, but there really is something for everyone!