• If medieval matter are too…

    …modern for you then why not look up the Anglo Saxons?  Try first the brilliant and informative website of  Penelope Walton Rogers, Visiting Fellow in archaeology at York University.   Find her at www.aslab.co.uk


  • Books are my bag

    Have you ever read a book?

    If you have then come along to Waterstones Book Shop in Lymington High Street this Saturday 11th October at 2 p.m. to tell us about it.  I shall be there to sign a few Hildegard books too so do come and say hello.  Even more, Tracey Emin has designed a special book bag to celebrate the joy of books and you’ll have a chance to win one of this special edition.  Good luck and see you there!

  • Talking about…

    Talking about medieval times the other day, as you do, I was struck by how young everybody in power was then.  Richard II himself, only ten when he became king, was only fourteen when he averted a massacre at Smithfield in 1381. At the beginning of the Hildegard series he’s already fifteen and married – to another fifteen year old, Anne.  His arch rival and eventual nemesis, his cousin Henry Bolingbroke, is the same age.  Medford, Richard’s spy master, is only in his twenties.  Even Richard’s barbaric and ambitious uncle, Thomas Woodstock, regarded as the old guard, is not much more than twenty five.

    As Hildegard says, we are ruled by children.

    It’s not surprsing that the Plantagents blew themselves apart, metaphorically.  They were  more like playground lads having a fisticuffs than elder statesmen – albeit with fatal results.

    When Hildegard gets in on the act even she’s not much above thirty.  Married at fifteen, two children by the time she’s eighteen, and, still a teenage mum, widowed when her husband gets inovolved in the 100 Years War, she’s younger than Cadfael but with the same authority.  She’s also younger than Shardlake but then the Tudors always seem to be a bit long in the tooth.

    I suppose we can account for this by the Plague which did for whole swathes of the populace.  As unstoppable as Ebola seems today in those young African communities, it made a space for impetuous and essentially youthful ambition.

  • Sussex Falcons fly!

    ravenAnother spectacular event at Herstmonceux Castle medieval weekend were the falcons.  Not only are they beautiful in flight and endearingly cuddly-looking when sitting quietly on the falconer’s (strong leather) gauntlet they make real the medieval search for food.  And these aerial killers are the goods.  An eagle hawk can bring down a small deer, enough to feed quite a few hungry knights in a feast or two.  We didn’t see that but we did see an unfortunate mouse fulfilling its destiny.  Two gulps, a sad, last look at a disappearing tail resulted in one very satisfied peregrine.  Vegetarian they are not. Despite that, I decided I’d really like one but when I found out how much they cost I reluctantly changed my mind.

    Hildegard herself was quite shocked when the falconer in The Parliament of Spies sobbed at the death of his newest falcon brought over from Norway.  It had cost his abbot today’s equivalent of an extremely smart Italian sports car.

    A day out with the falconer learning how to fly them is definitely on the books.

    This is the sort of research I love.  Just as much as sitting in the mead tent…

    Somebody asked how I write (nothing to do with mead tents) so tomorrow I’ll let you into the way I go about it.


  • Knights in shining armour

    DSCN0373If you’ve never seen a real live joust make sure you catch up with Destrier  at the next medieval festival.  More exciting than you can imagine.  Great horsemanship.  Shiny armour.  Handsome as you could wish – the knights, that is.  And when they make a hit it’s spectacular.  It should be our national sport and dare I say it, a million times more exciting than f***b***

    Go and see for yourselves.

    Pix to follow once I’ve sussed out how to get them on here.  Any advice?


    Hours later with much help from Phil, done it!…so what do you  think?

    See Destrier’s website for information about future events.

  • Medieval Weekend

    Two days of sunshine and a typical Bank Holiday deluge didn’t spoil a great weekend for all medievalists.  If you missed it this year make a date in your diary to come along next August to the spectacular Herstmonceux Castle.  It’s near Pevensey, Lewes, Brighton and only an hour or so from London, deep in the East Sussex countryside.  Terrific location, terrific people, great atmosphere.  See you there?

  • Herstmonceux Castle

    Just to remind anybody who doesn’t know, this weekend over the Bank Holiday Herstmonceux is hosting a fantastic, fabulous funfilled medieval festival.  Jousting, falconry, archery, minstrels, armoured knights and all the glorious rabble of medieval entertainment  will be here on offer.  As well as that some of us will be reading from our books too so come and meet us in the big marquee. Ge be!

  • Back on line

    They say patience is a virtue but if so it’s one, among many others,  I happen to  lack.  The last few weeks when my domain name has been bandied around in attempts to restore it have led to much exploration of the alleged language of the Anglo-Saxons.

    In the meantime I went back up to have another look at  Handale Priory.  This time it was with the admirable charity Sustrans.  We walked the 6 km from the cliff top village of Loftus, scrambling our way uphill alongside the beck that flows out of the dale.  We were privileged to be guided by Marshal along the ancient monks’ trod that links one side of the North Yorkshire moors to the other.  You might know similar ancient paved pathways as pannnier ways.  Said to be pre-Roman they are so skilfully made that they have lasted until today and criss-cross all counties in England.  Their presence brings a strong sense of the people who used them through the centuries when they would lead up to sixty or so pack horses in single file across immense distances in order to fetch provisions from one place to another.  We were told that because there is only room for single file when a leader reached the top of a steep  incline he’d have to give a piercing call down the path to warn anyone below that he was bringing his horses down.  I imagine the route we walked on that good day was the path Hildegard would have walked in the story The Dragon of Handale when she has to smuggle the abducted girl, Alys, from the priory where she was imprisoned to a place of safety at Ulf’s Langbarugh manor on the coast road.

    Again, sad to say, there was no sighting of the dragon.

  • the joy of a pre-Luddite universe

    If this was 1386 instead of 2014 the chances are I would not have had to spend the last hour of this fine Sunday morning staring at a screen trying to get various bits of the internet to work.  The chances are I would have been out in the fresh air  talking to friends and fellow villagers, the chances are we might have been singing our hearts out in some glorious gothic cathedral with the sunlight splintering through the new stained glass with the new invention, the pipe organ, thundering its notes out into the soundbox of the soaring roof.  The walls of this building would have been brilliantly coloured in reds and blues and greens and gold.  We women would have been wearing trailing gowns with long graceful  sleeves, the men in coloured hosen, with cloaks and their swords left in a heap at the church door.  Chances are we would not have wasted our eyesight, energy and attention on squiggling little shapes on a nasty mass-produced screen and getting absolutely nowhere.  Chances are.

  • At last

    Two reasons to say  ‘at last’ today and the first is that Macmillan have decided on a date for the launch of book 5 The Dragon of Handale. It’s going to be out in March 2015. Hurrah!   Thank you for all those who emailed in the past few months to ask when it’s coming out as ‘a proper book’ – I’m really delighted to be able to answer at last. Ebooks are useful but there’s something special about the book in your hand.

    The second ‘at last’ is that I finished book 6 The Butcher of Avignon on MaundyThursday.  The last comma, full stop, paragraph reset – the lot!  I was writing it through the terrible floods and storms early this year so some of that gothically dangerous weather has managed to seep (and storm) into the story.

    This time, scarcely recovered from the dangers of Handale, Hildegard is sent by the prioress to Avignon. Why?  The anti-pope Clement, a notorious warlord, and fiendishly rich, is in residence in the opulent palace there.  He has set himself up as head of the Christian Empire in Europe while in Rome the other pope, Urban VI, thinks he is the rightful ruler.  A perfect setting for conflict.  What does it mean for Hildegard?  It means she must find out what Clement’s intentions towards England are, given that the French are still intent on another invasion.  Will he be friend or foe?

    Meanwhile, the plot against King Richard back in England takes a vicious new turn.  He is nineteen but all the barons and magnates who run his life through the so-called King’s Council are determined to control his money and his friends.  Did they have a concept of teenager in medieval times?  If so they might have cut him some slack.

    He feels that at nineteen he is quite capable of ruling the country without their interference but like all oldies they beg to differ. Like the parents whose place they have taken since Richard was orphaned they know best.   Maybe this makes light of  the conflict between the king and his advisors but he is certainly harrassed by his uncles, especially Woodstock who is only ten years older and sees himself as top dog – if only he could get his hands on the crown.   He’s certainly confident enough and, like an older brother, gives Richard no credit for anything.  But Richard and his favourite chancellor, the Yorkshireman Michael de la Pole, have a really good idea on how to bring in some ready money and finance enough men-at-arms to defend the country against the French. Only the machinations of Woodstock can stop them

    Escaping from this quicksand of conflicting ambitions when Hildegard reaches Avignon she finds herself in an even more dangerous and complicated situation.  The anti-pope Clement is a spider at the heart of the palace complex, a self-styled renaissance prince, the wealthiest  leader in Europe.  His spectacular palace is awash with the ambitious, the treacherous, the salacious.  How can Hildegard sort one smiling courtier from another?   When the murders start to occur to whom can she turn?  And what is the secret at the heart of Clement’s personal treasury?

    I don’t know yet when you’ll be able to read The Butcher of Avignon but I’ll keep you posted.  Let’s hope it’s soon. I’m sorry I can’t reply to everybody individually but I hope this gives you some idea of what’s going ahead.

    I’m already getting inklings about book 7 but so far no title…

    And finally, did you know you can visit the palace at Avignon?  It’s really worth it.  Labyrinthine, massive, sinister, it’s full of secret corridors and hidden chambers and has all the brooding Gothic romance  you could want – no mere figment of the imagination it’s a real place where real people lived out their destinies for good or ill.