Thursday, July 30, 2009

Starter for Twenty - Medieval novels from my collection

Having recently finished my latest novel and having handed it in, I got round to a bit of tidying around and came to perusing my keeper bookshelf. This gave me the idea for a post listing twenty medieval historical novels that live there. All are friends I wouldn't dream of parting with. I haven't listed them in order of preference - just in order of scanning, and they are only representative, but here they are with brief notes. A selection of the well-worn and the slightly newer that have taken me on far-ranging adventures, educated me, and kept me sane. (I know the latter is debatable, but you know what I mean)!

1.

I was very tempted to put all of Sharon Kay Penman's novels on my list, just as I was tempted to put all my Dunnet's or Gellis' but that would have left room for nothing else. So I've put up my 'read most times' Penman as a representative of the rest. Sharon Penman has an unsurpassed talent for bringing the Middle Ages to life and for explaining the complex politics in a thoroughly readable way that leaves you wanting more. Her research is deep and her characters are of their time, but people you can still recognise. SKP is the true royalty when it comes to writing historical fiction set in the medieval period.







2.

Part 2 of a trilogy, but I read this first and it stands alone. The story of Margaret Kendall, wealthy merchant's widow, who is forced into marriage with Gregory de Villiers, a younger son and unfrocked monk. A glorious, tongue in cheek romp. The others in the trilogy are A Vision of Light and The Water Devil. First read this around 1990











3.


Arn de Gothia is given to the church, but his skills lie with the military arts. Something of a Parsifal character, this is the story of his early years and the forging of a Templar Knight. Don't expect a strong resolution at the end though. This is only the beginning of the journey.
Read this year.













4.


I love all of Cecelia Holland's Medieval novels. Hammer For Princes and Great Maria could have as easily appeared here, but Until the Sun Falls is also a tour de Force. The story of the Mongol Empire following the death of Ghenghis Khan.













5.

Another Holland. Kevin Crossley this time. This is the story of 12th century boy Arthur, living on the Welsh Marches and with a mystic connection to older legends. Holland has a gift for bringing the period to life. It's a young adult novel but easily makes the crossover.














6.

The story of Henry I. Not many authors have tackled this particular king who is probably one of England's greatest monarchs - but in an understated kind of way. He ruled with a rod of iron and his nature was not always endearing, but the country had 35 years of peace under his rule. Juliet Dymoke writes his story with apblomb.












7.

From the days when medieval romances were meatier tomes you could really sink into. Eden Hawkhurst's husband goes missing on crusade and of course she sets out to find him, but on her way she meets Tristan Damartin and things start to get complicated. A great romp - sexy and forthright but rich story telling nevertheless - or so I thought back in 1977!












8.

More Crusader stuff. I read this one last year and it made me laugh out loud. The tale of a young lad who becomes a Templar squire, the narrative told through his irreverent and cheeky banter. Aimed at the YA market, but I loved it.














9.

More Holy Land mayhem. The background to the events that led to the third crusade. This was probably the first 'gritty' historical that I read in the early 1970's. Retail price 30p














10

The incomparible Dorothy Dunnett and the first of her six books about Francis Crawford of Lymond. I can't say it better than one of the original quotes for this book from Neil Patterson of the Sunday Times: 'This is the first time I have stood in the market place and shouted and I wish I were more practised and my voice were bigger, for I have something of delight for all who care for excellence.'
There are historical novelists, and then there is Dorothy Dunnett. My edition, bought after having read it from the library, is the 1984 printing.








11.

Another great dame of the genre, Roberta Gellis. Alinor has one of the best romantic heroes I have ever come across. Ian de Vipont is a tour de force - and so is Alinor. She's a woman of her time and yet she runs ring around the men. I've read this one to bits in the past. Ignore the cheesy cover. It's a well-researched, meaty historical novel.













12

Madselin - my favourite Norah Lofts. The story of a noble Saxon young woman forced to make adjustments in the wake of the Norman Conquest. A very fine novel.
















13.

Having read all the Dunnett and suffering from withdrawal symptoms, I came across this one. Vainglory by Geraldine McCaughrean is like stepping into a richly illuminated Book of Hours. I love the language, and I am still a little in love with the hero, Victoire de Gloriole.














14

Grace Ingram is also known as Doris Sutcliffe Adams. This particular novel is part romance, part medieval mystery, written in a pacy, tongue in cheek style with an endearing 'feisty' heroine very much of her time and a believable, vulnerable hero. A favourite comfort read for me.













15

Carla Nayland is a friend from the historical fiction community but I wasn't asked to read this; I did it of my own accord and read it just like any other book. This is early medieval - what used to be called the 'Dark Ages' but Carla skillfully weaves the story of Eadwine and his struggle for survival and inheritance.
I read this about a year ago or thereabouts.












16


Queen Melisande of Jerusalem and the Christian Holy Land in a state of flux comes to life in this one. Again, the rich texture and use of language puts this one in the Dorothy Dunnett field of operation. I was hooked from the moment I read the opening paragraph.












17


The first work of historical fiction I ever bought for myself with a book token. I was fifteen at the time. I'd bought books in other genres before, but this was the first historical. I'd recently fallen in love with the Middle Ages in a swash buckling romantic sort of way, and the cover sucked me in!












18

A fast-paced intelligent romance novel that isn't just about the bonk. In fact, although the intimate moments have you reaching for a cold drink, they are not over done and the story itself with its mystery and developing cooperation between hero and heroine, is very rewarding. One of the best historical romances I've read.













19

H.A. Douglas is a re-enactor friend and this is self-published by Lulu. Again, I wasn't pushed into reading it, nor obliged to say nice things, but this is a superb little novel about life in the north of England in the tenth century. The author is very good at writing a female viewpoint and the story has a powerful sense of time and place. It's as good as anything published by the big houses.










20


I was a fan of Ellis Peters' Cadfael looooong before the mainstream cottoned on. Here's my bookclub edition from 1979. This was my first meeting with the gorgeous Hugh Berenger for whom I formed a lifelong attachment. Never mind the mystery, never mind the monk, just give me dark-eyed light on his feet Hugh!
Seriously, I loved the Cadfael books and I have them all.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Fessing up - more medieval sex-life

'Have you had sex with your wife on a Sunday?' You shall do penance for four days on bread and water.'

'Have you had sex with your wife or with another woman from behind doggy style? If you have done this, you shall do penance for ten days on bread and water.'

'Have you kissed some woman due to foul desire and thus polluted yourself? If you have done this, you shall do penance for three days on bread and water. But if this happened in church, you shall do penance for twenty days on bread and water.'

'Have you tasted your husband's semen in the hope that because of your diabolical deed he might burn the more with love for you? If you have done this, you should do penance for seven years on the legitimate holy days.'

Excerpts from History Laid Bare by Richard Zacks, in turn extracted from the early 11thC penitential of Burchard of Worms.

Continuing my blog post on medieval attitutes to sexuality, the above is copied from a penitential written around 1012 by German bishop Burchard of Worms. It's part of a twenty volume work covering every imaginable sin, but volume 19 chapter 5 contains the ones pertaining to sexual sins, of which 194 are listed. I should think that by the time the scribe finished writing them down, he would have had to go and dunk himself in a cold bath and head for confession himself! It appears that every permutation likely to ocurr in the confessional has been touched on and then some! The ones above are the more mundane. I haven't listed the ones pertaining to nun ravishing, various forms of incest and ummm... bread abuse.
Obviously people did these things or there wouldn't be a need to have the guidelines, although some sins were rarer than others and some were seen as far more serious. Semen swallowing for example, gets you seven years' worth of penance, whereas kissing is only three days (except in a church!) and sex on a Sunday four. Other than the missionary, alternative sexual positions equals ten days on bread and water. It upset the order of the world to have the woman on top or to engage in unnatural sexual positions. And since sex was for conception as mentioned in my earlier post, there was only one place semen was supposed to be deposited so there were heavy penances for putting it elsewhere.
Albert of Cologne, a Dominican friar and bishop was of the opinion that the missionary position was 'the blameless path.' A slight deviation was the sideways position, 'then comes the sitting position, the standing, and, finally, the greatest sin is 'retrorsum' like mares. That's why certain people have said this position constitutes a mortal sin, but that's not my opinion.'
Did people keep to the letter of church law? Did they go to confession with clear consciences? Again, it's a case of different strokes for different folks. Side by side with strictures from the church to behave in a sexually restrained and exemplary fashion, went medieval straightforwardness, fun and bawdiness. (you only need to see the British joy in Pantomime to see it at work in the national psyche). Grape Street in London was once Gropecu*t Lane. Pelican Street in Paris was once (13thC) the Rue de Poile-Con (Cu*t trimming street). Then there was Swylcontdich in Cheshire. By 1848 it was Swillinditch. Alongside the religious chants, the teachings, the warnings from the pulpit, were bawdy folk tales and soldier's songs involving lusty copulation all night long. There are explicit riddles such as this one from a book of Anglo Saxon Riddles.

I am a wonderful help to women
The hope of something good to come
I harm only my slayer
I grow very tall, erect in a bed
I am shaggy down below
The lovely girl grabs my body, rubs my red skin
Holds me hard, claims my head.
That girl will feel our meeting!
I bring tears to her eyes!
What am I?

You can almost hear and see the giggles can't you? Answer is at the end of the post.

A marriage did not have to be consummated to be valid but the non consummation had to be voluntary on both sides. If either party was unable to have sexual intercourse then the marriage could be dissolved. A jury of matrons could be called to examine the woman and say whether or not she was capable and and the same for the man. There is a known English court case where a man was brought before a female jury, having been accused of being unable to produce the goods. The jury then proceeded to give him a physical examination. One of their number showed him her breasts and fondled him him intimately and tried to get him interested while the others looked on. When nothing stirred in the bushes, he was pronounced a fraud. In another case though, similar treatment resulted in a response that made the jury declare that the man's equipment was 'large enough for any woman living in the world.'

As a writer of historical fiction, I have plenty of examples of variation through which to choose my path. I think the most important thing for me in choosing that path is being as aware as possible of all the variations. Absorbing the rich melange of thought and custom by detailed reading across the disciplines is, I believe, the best way to get the hang of a workable model of the mindset.

Illustration of a Medieval badge from The Secret Middle Ages by Malcolm Jones.



Here are some books from my own library covering the subject - not comprehensive. I have other works with snippets here and there.

History Laid Bare - Love, sex and perversity from the ancient Etruscans to Lawrence of Arabia
by Richard Zacks

Sexuality in Medieval Europe: Doing unto Others by Ruth Mazo Karras.

The Language of Sex: Five Voices from Northern France around 1200 by John.W. Baldwin

Love, Sex and Marriage in the Middle Ages: A Sourcebook edited by Conor McCarthy

The Medieval Idea of Marriage by Christopher Brooke

Medieval Obscenities Edited by Nicola McDonald

Common Women: Prostitution and Sexuality in Medieval England by Ruth Mazo Karras

Handbook of Medieval Sexuality edited by Bullough and Brundage

The Secret Middle Ages by Malcolm Jones.

Answer to the Riddle - an onion....






Wednesday, July 01, 2009

No Sex Here, we're Medieval!










There have been one or two discussions online about Medieval sexuality, so I thought I'd post a few thoughts of my own on the subject. Being a historical novelist who features detailed relationships between my characters, it's inevitable that their sex lives become part of the equation. So, the question is: If I'm going to try and be as historically accurate as possible, what are the do's and don'ts for my characters? Over the next few days, I'm going to post on matters of the heart and areas further south in the medieval world view.

The first thing to realise even before I begin, is that just like now, one size doesn't fit all. I have to be prepared to accept that there's more than one model going on here, but that within the spread of opinion, there are still general rules.

Incidentally the tasteful above illustration is courtesy of the border of the Bayeux Tapestry.

They married really young didn't they?
Well, that depends. The aristocracy tended to marry at a younger age than the peasantry. Aristocratic women were married off pretty young, while aristocratic men were often batchelors into their forties - William Marshal being a case in point. Roger Bigod was well into his thirties. His son Hugh was 25 when he married the probably 14 year old Mahelt Marshal. Twelve was the age of consent for a girl and fourteen for a boy. Some marriages were consummated at this young age. On other occasions the girl - or boy was left to mature a while longer. There are marriage clauses in existence where pacts are made between families concerning consummation dates. Mahelt Marshal bore her first child when she was about 16 years old. Margaret Beaufort was just thirteen when she bore the future Henry VII. While our society is somewhat censorious about the age thing, the medieval mindset on the matter was somewhat different. The medievals would have been shocked to think that we might regard such juvenile marriages as child abuse. A teenage girl getting married in the middle ages was seen as taking a responsible place in adult society. i.e. maturity was placed earlier than it is now. Most medieval children would have been accustomed to the mundane aspects of sexual activity among adults. There was little privacy in society and the medievals were not prudes. They had no problem placing a married couple in bed together, naked, with witnesses - but would probably be horrified by the titilation offered by a standard modern pop video, available for children of any age to watch. e.g. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoVeAGaO27I

Sex wasn't for fun - it was to beget children.
Yup. That was the general idea. Medieval writers regarded sex as sinful, but that sin was mitigated if you did the deed to procreate. 'Carnal connection with wives must take place for the sake of offspring, not pleasure, and a man should abstain from sex with his pregnant wife.' So said a 9th century Frankish church council. Henry I of England had more than 20 illegitimate children - apparently because he liked children. (oh yeah?) No one asked what the mothers thought! This of course would have nothing to do with his wife's predeliction for kissing the feet of lepers. Her brother, the future King David of Scotland caught her at this habit on one occasion and asked her if her husband knew about it. The fact that they had one son and one daughter, as opposed to the other scattered twenty, does make one pause for thought!
Basically the Christian idea was that if sex took place in marriage, it should be open to the possibility of conception and contraception was forbidden.

But people used contraception anyway?
That would depend on their own belief and how strongly they followed church teaching. Sometimes people know the rules but break them anyway. (riding a bicycle on a pavement for e.g. or dropping a cigarette stub on the pavement). Contraceptive practices were undertaken. The Trotula, an 11thC treatise on women's health has various suggestions on preventing conception. The woman should wear against her naked flesh the womb of a goat that has never borne offspring, or hang the testicles of a weasel around her neck. After a difficult birth, if a woman did not wish to conceive ever again, she should throw a handful of barley into the placenta. Perhaps with slightly more success, other methods such as inserting a stone or piece of moss up against the cervix, or douching with vinegar are recommended elsewhere. Coitus interruptus was practised. How widespread all this was, we don't know, but since it's all mentioned here and there, it was obviously part of life's pattern. Breast feeding might have given some natural protection for a while, but breastfeeding women were supposed to abstain from sex anyway. The nobility often employed wet nurses (although not always. It bears emphasising that not everyone was running down the same path) and once a wife emerged from her forty days of childbirth confinement, she was straight back on the breeding programme.
I found it rather interesting when researching TO DEFY A KING, that Hugh Bigod and Mahelt |Marshal appeare to have had several of their children at three year intervals i.e. 1209, 1212, 1215, 1218. I don't know when the fifth was born. In the novel, I've gone with them using contraceptive practises.

Next time around:

Getting into position
Who wears the trousers
Grounds for divorce
















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 Longespée, 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 Longespée 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!