Guest Post: A Just and Worthy Cause by Paula Lofting

I'm delighted to welcome author Paula Lofting to the blog today. Paula's new book Searching for the Last Anglo-Saxon King is a biog...

Thursday, 15 May 2025

Guest Post: A Just and Worthy Cause by Paula Lofting

I'm delighted to welcome author Paula Lofting to the blog today. Paula's new book Searching for the Last Anglo-Saxon King is a biography of Harold Godwineson. Over to Paula:


A Just and Worthy Cause 

Prelude to the Battle of Hastings

It is 9 am. The battle lines are drawn. King Harold’s army has been marshalled along the top of the ridge at the edge of Caldbeck Hill, that was later called Senlac Ridge. They are a tightly packed bunch of around 8 men deep. They watch as William’s army of chevaliers archers, crossbowmen and infantry are arrayed by their Norman leader, Duke William of Normandy at the bottom of the steep slope of Telham Hill more than 200 yards from the English. Harold’s men are shouting “Ut! Ut! Ut!” and bang their shields in time with the rhythm. Among William’s army, to the left of the field, the English are aware of the Bretons, the largest of his mercenary contingents along with the men from Anjou, Poitou, and Maine. They were under the command of the Breton, Alan Fergant. William took up the centre with his Norman troops and on the right flank, are the smaller contingents from France and Flanders, Picardy and Bolougne under the leaderships of William’s seneschal and great friend, William FitzOsbern, assisted by Eustace of Boulogne, the mischief maker that caused the fracas in Dover in 1051. The incident had triggered the mechanism that set the ball rolling for William, by escalating the growing rift between Earl Godwin and King Edward, paving the way for William to claim the lie that the throne was offered to him by the English king. Perhaps Harold’s scouts have informed him that his father’s nemesis is there, with the Bastard of Normandy and he swears under his breath at his insolence. 

Harold’s personal bodyguard surround him, his standard bearer holds fast to his charge, the Dragon of Wessex that flies over men’s heads, letting the enemy know that they are dealing with the anointed king of England and not some base born bastard like the man who calls himself the duke. In the front lines are the thegns, the backbone of the fyrd, and the huscarles of his brothers, Earls Gyrth and Leofwin. They shout in the name of Godwinson and the “Oli Crosse!” the Holy Rood, for whom Harold’s sacred church is named for. They are a heaving mass of men from Sussex and Kent and the surrounding home counties as well as East Anglia, eager to kick out this uninvited invader who have been raiding, burning and ravaging their lands and raping women and murdering children and the elderly. 

Warriors of Regia Anglorum at Hastings
photo: Matt Bunker

Harold had not long marched back down south from York where he had fought and won a hard day long battle against his brother, Tostig, and his ally the king of Norway, Harald Hardrada. He’d not expected the French to appear on his shores in Sussex so late in the year and had hoped that the Battle of Stamford was the last battle of that year. But it was not to be. He needed to recruit men for the third time that year, and he sent messengers on fast horses to call out the fyrds from East Anglia across to Hampshire. Many of these troops met him in London, but no doubt, some went straight to the Hoary Apple Tree mustering place in Sussex. Harold marched from London to the proposed meeting place whilst his messengers rounded up the men of the southwest to come join them. Men arrive throughout the day, augmenting Harold’s tired army. Many of these men are local militias from the shires, 1 man in every 5 hides, who train for 2 months a year. These men are often the local thegns, so are semi-professional land-owning warriors, armed with spears, swords, and shields, as well as helm and maille. The more experienced men like the elite huscarles or highly trained thegns fight in the front lines with their dreaded Dane Axes; the deadliest of hand weapons. The less experienced support the professional warriors from behind. 

That the English army were mostly made up of peasant farmers with pitchforks and slings has been a myth largely propagated in the later sources. This is quite unlikely. How on earth does an army made up of yokels last in such a battle - and all day as we know the Battle of Hastings did? Working on a farm can give you muscles, sure, but muscles don’t provide weapon-skill or protection. The men in the front lines had to be professional, or at least semi-professional like the landholding 5 hide men, or the wealthy thegns holding higher offices. The weaker the men the easier the enemy could break the lines. The peasants are better utilised in bringing in the harvest, maintaining the fields and making sure there is enough food for the winter. Their inexperience would have them killed, so then who would there be to work the land if they were gone? Well, yes, the women, perhaps. But much of the husbandry would have needed the strength of men for the harvest to be brought in on time. 

The only peasants to have turned up might are the local Sussex farmers; the cottars and villeins. This is their land; most would have been personally affected by the raiding of the Normans. These may be the men, who, when they arrive, see that enough men stood on that ridge already, men who are armoured and have fighting experience, so they went away, as is reported in Roman de Rou, and in Florence’s Chronicle of Worcester. 

Both leaders have good reason to want to engage as soon as possible. William must have known that not all of Harold’s army had arrived yet. England’s martial system allowed Harold to draw on around 25,000 men in a national crisis. It is thought that at the opening of battle, Harold had around 7-8,000 men and we know that more appear during the day. William is cornered on the Hastings peninsula and has little in the way of retreat, with rumours of Harold’s fleet out to destroy the Normans ships, it was fight or die.  But if the invaders got a foot hold in Kent, the English would be heading for disaster. William needed an early victory here on this uphill battlefield. He must kill Harold and shatter the morale of the English. Once dead, Harold’s men will be lost, and England will be William’s. Harold’s objective is to contain William, to keep him locked into that corner of Sussex until the rest of his army arrive or until nightfall when the Normans will be forced to flee, and Harold’s army able to chase and cut them down. That was why he took up the defensive stance on the ridge. His army blocked the road to London and if William retreated, they would be able to follow him and wrap him up in no time. 

Also, a lot is at stake for Harold: Sussex is where most of Harold’s ancestral homelands are, the hoary tree lay within the boundaries of Harold’s estate of Whatlington and William is harrying his people. The king felt extremely concerned for his lands, and his people. He is their hlaford, their loaf-giver, their king. He owes them his protection. Hence his haste to get to the mustering point. 

There is one piece of evidence that may offer some insight into Harold’s mental state. Half-English half Norman historian, Orderic, states that whilst waiting for his troops in London, Harold becomes increasingly agitated, hearing reports of what William is doing to his people in Sussex. One story tells how Harold’s own estate of Crowhurst is burned and his loyal, faithful reeve hung to the manor house’s gable. Not usually a man who is vengeful at every little wrong, this traumatises him. These are his ancestral lands. This is personal. The Bastard of Normandy will not get away with it.

Public Domain image from the Bayeaux Tapestry which may represent Crowhurst

Crowhurst St George's Church

By now, Harold and William have made their obligatory speeches to their men, exhorting them to fight for their respective causes. The English are told that their homes, their way of life, and their families are at risk. If they do not beat the invaders, they will lose everything. William’s men would be fighting for the spoils and riches they had been promised, and for their leader’s worthy and rightful cause, and of course, their lives. If they do not beat Harold in the field this day, they would be doomed to die far from home on foreign soil.

It is time for the battle to begin. The Normans sound their trumpets, and the army begins to move. The English continue to bang their shields and sound their war cries of “Ut! Ut! Ut!” and “Godwinson!” and wait for the invaders to approach them up the hill. To each side, this was their just and worthy cause.


Paula at Hastings

Paula was born in the ancient Saxon county of Middlesex in 1961. She grew up in Australia hearing stories from her dad of her homeland and its history. As a youngster she read books by Rosemary Sutcliff and Leon Garfield and her love of English history grew. At 16 her family decided to travel back to England and resettle. She was able to visit the places she'd dreamt about as a child, bringing the stories of her childhood to life. It wasn't until later in life that Paula realised her dream to write and publish her own books. Her debut historical novel Sons of the Wolf was first published in 2012 and then revised and republished in 2016 along with the sequel, The Wolf Banner, in 2017. The third in the series, Wolf's Bane, will be ready for publishing later this year. 

 In this midst of all this, Paula acquired contracts for nonfiction books with the prestigious Pen & Sword publishers. Searching for the Last Anglo-Saxon King, Harold Godwinson, England’s golden Warrior is now available to buy in all good book outlets, and she is now working on the next non-fiction book about King Edmund Ironside. She has also written a short essay about Edmund for Iain Dale's Kings and Queens, articles for historical magazines. When she is not writing, she is a psychiatric nurse, mother of three grown up kids and grandmother of two and also re-enacts the Anglo-Saxon/Viking period with the awesome Regia Anglorum. 

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Thank you to Paula!


Monday, 5 May 2025

Guest Post - Bess Raleigh's Family Conspirators

I'm delighted to hand over the blog today to author Tony Riches, who has a new book out - Bess: Tudor Gentlewoman


Over to you, Tony:

Bess Raleigh's Family Conspirators

Bess Throckmorton was unusual to be chosen as the queen’s gentlewoman – in spite of her family background rather than because of it. Her family began well, as her great-grandfather, Sir Robert Throckmorton, was a courtier and councillor to King Henry VII. Her grandfather, Sir George Throckmorton, was esquire of the body to King Henry VIII and married Katherine Vaux, whose maternal half-brother was Sir Thomas Parr, father of Catherine Parr, and together they had eight sons and seven daughters. 

One of his sons, Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, was the father of Bess. A distant cousin to Queen Catherine Parr, he served in her household as a lawyer. He became a favourite of King Edward VI, and during the attempt to place Lady Jane Grey on the throne after the death of Edward in 1553, Sir Nicholas was in contact with both supporters of her and Queen Mary I. In 1554 he was arrested for involvement in the Wyatt Rebellion and sent to the Tower of London. Pardoned in 1557, he became Ambassador to France under Queen Elizabeth.

Sir Nicholas Throckmorton (c. 1516 – 1571)

Bess’ mother was Lady Anne Carew, daughter of Sir Nicholas Carew, a courtier diplomat during the reign of King Henry VIII, who was executed for his part in the Exeter Conspiracy, an attempt to overthrow the king. Bess’ maternal grandmother was Lady Elizabeth Bryan, also a courtier of King Henry VIII - and possibly one of the king’s mistresses.

Anne Carew, Lady Throckmorton (1520-1587)

Things began to go wrong for the Throckmorton family in 1583, when Bess’ cousin, Francis Throckmorton, a devout Catholic, began carrying messages between Mary, Queen of Scots and King Philip II of Spain's ambassador in London, Bernardino de Mendoza. These secret messages were discovered, and Francis Throckmorton was arrested, tortured and executed for leading the ‘Throckmorton Plot’, a Catholic conspiracy to overthrow Queen Elizabeth.

It was only through her brother Arthur that Bess was accepted at court. It’s said he paid for her place as a lady in waiting, but I suspect Queen Elizabeth was keen to keep a close eye on Bess, given her family connections.

If her connections to all these plots were not enough, Bess found she knew or was in some way related to almost all the men behind the ‘Gunpowder Plot’ against Queen Elizabeth’s successor, King James. Their leader, Robert Catesby, was another cousin to Bess through his mother, Anne Throckmorton. Despite the inevitable suspicion, Bess survived them all to live to the age of eighty two, becoming one of the last true Elizabethans.  


Tony Riches

Pembrokeshire, Wales.



Bess – Tudor Gentlewoman is available in eBook and paperback: HERE


Author Bio

Tony Riches is a full-time UK author of best-selling Tudor historical fiction. He lives in Pembrokeshire, West Wales and is a specialist in the history of the Wars of the Roses and the lives of the Tudors. For more information about Tony’s books please visit his website tonyriches.com and his blog, The Writing Desk and find him on  Facebook, Twitter @tonyriches and Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/tonyriches.bsky.social.  You can find out more about his research on his popular podcast series, ‘Stories of the Tudors’ 

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Saturday, 3 May 2025

Bess, Tudor Gentlewoman New Release by Tony Riches

BESS - TUDOR GENTLEWOMAN

Book Six of the Elizabethan Series


New from Tony Riches, Author of the best-selling Tudor Trilogy


A thrilling portrait of a remarkable woman who witnessed the key events of Elizabethan England.”  

Bess Throckmorton defies her notorious background and lack of education to become Queen Elizabeth’s Gentlewoman and trusted confidante.

Forced to choose between loyalty and love, duty and desire, will she risk her queen’s anger by marrying adventurer Sir Walter Raleigh without permission?

Entangled in a web of intrigue, from the glittering Palace of Whitehall to the cells of the Tower of London, Bess endures tragedy and injustice, becoming a resilient, determined woman, who takes nothing for granted.

Can she outwit her enemies, protect her family, and claim her destiny in a world where women are pawns and survival is a game of deadly consequences?

This is the true story of the last of the Elizabethans, which ends the story of the Tudor dynasty – and introduces their successors, the Stuarts.


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Author Bio

Tony Riches is a full-time UK author of Tudor historical fiction. He lives with his wife in Pembrokeshire, West Wales and is a specialist in the lives of the early Tudors. As well as his Elizabethan series, Tony’s historical fiction novels include the best-selling Tudor trilogy and his Brandon trilogy, (about Charles Brandon and his wives). For more information about Tony’s books please visit his website tonyriches.com and his blog, The Writing Desk and find him on  Facebook, Instagram, Bluesky and Twitter @tonyriches



Sunday, 13 April 2025

Interview: Author Elizabeth Springer's Characters

Something a bit different today - I thought it would be fun to interview the two main characters in The Anglo-Saxon Mystery Series by author Elizabeth Springer. They did not disappoint!

AW: Lord Edwin and Lady Molgifu (may I call you Molly?), welcome to my blog. I understand that you recently - well, recently to you, for it was in AD879 - got married. If I could ask you, first, Lord Edwin: Did anything unexpected happen at your wedding?

Edwin: Thank you. Yes, on the very first day of our wedding-feast a messenger arrived from King Alfred with an urgent summons. There was a crisis in Mercia, the rich and powerful country to the north of us. My older brother and I (he’s an ealdorman) were dispatched to serve as King Alfred’s envoys. The crisis was actually much worse than we realized, there were Vikings involved, but by God’s grace we made it back alive. King Ceolwulf of Mercia and many others were not so lucky. I came home with a much-appreciated new retainer, and Mercia has a new leader who is friendly to King Alfred. 

Molly: What about that man who was accused of murder? You believed he was innocent and stood up for him at his trial.

Edwin: He had to submit to the ordeal of the hot iron, though.

Molly: Yes, but thanks to you he is now a free man, and you found out who really did it.

AW: And Lady Molly, did you spend the time that your husband was away just tending to the estate, or did anything else occur?

Molly: First of all we didn’t know Edwin was going all the way to Mercia or when he would be back. But I had no desire to stay at home with my parents and wait it out! I went ahead to the King’s estate at Wimborne in Dorset, where Edwin had been appointed as a royal reeve. What a state it was in! Wartime neglect, you know, and it turns out that one of the staff had been embezzling the King’s supplies on a significant scale. Thankfully I had some good help, and we got things sorted out. Once we had the hall in order, we had an unexpected royal visit—let’s just say I am less than impressed with King Alfred’s nephews and hope they never come to Wimborne again.  

Elizabeth's own water colour portrait of Edwin and Molly

AW: Lord Edwin, may I ask how you and your bride first met?

Edwin: Our families were neighbours in Wiltshire…

Molly: That’s no way to tell the story. 

Edwin: You tell it, then.

Molly: I always wanted to marry you. I remember seeing you with your mother in church—

Edwin: I was ten when she died, which means you were how old? Six or seven?

Molly: I had my eye on you even then. But you were sent away after that…

Edwin: Yes, to my uncle’s school. He was the Bishop of Sherborne. I was educated to be a monk.

Molly: Then the great heathen army came. Your father and older brother were off fighting the Danes. You must have been about fifteen by that time. Just old enough to wield a sword.

Edwin: I couldn’t bear the thought they were out there risking their lives while I was sitting in Sherborne polishing my Latin. So I joined the army.

Molly: Edwin probably didn’t even remember that I existed till his first visit back home a few years later. 

Edwin: What are you talking about? You were the only girl that has ever existed for me. I promised her that if I wasn’t killed, we could get married when peace was made.   

Molly: I was afraid I might have to become a nun if you didn’t come back, since I didn’t want to marry anybody else. I would have made a terrible nun! 

[AW: Yes, I'm beginning to understand that!] Lady Molly, I’ve heard that once you’d settled into married life you were very much looking forward to your first Christmas together. How did that go?

Molly: Ha! I was about to say that everything that could possibly go wrong, did go wrong, but that’s not entirely true. Some treasures went missing and we had to help find them, there was a fire at somebody’s farm (arson, I’m afraid), a skeleton was dug up, our musician was kidnapped, and of course there was the murder on Christmas Day that was done with a Viking sword. Finding out who did it was not at all straightforward. Edwin and his men had to ride up and down the country every day in the freezing weather dealing with one thing after another. But we also had some good times together, quite a large Yule log, and enough food to go round. For that I’m very thankful.  

AW: Lord Edwin, do you feel that your author breathes life into your world for her readers and do you know how she goes about this? Does she have to do a lot of research?

Edwin: When I was in Mercia I cut my hand on a broken metal fitting (it was a clue, as it turns out). I was about to pull out a handkerchief to wrap around the wound, but I had to wait there on the page for several days while Elizabeth checked to see if I was allowed to have one. She found the word (we call it a swat-clath) in Bosworth and Toller’s Anglo-Saxon Dictionary. She has all sorts of books like that about what we consider quite normal, everyday things: food, clothing, medicines, arms and armour, place-names, laws. She also seems to spend a considerable time reading Old English poetry and staring into space.

Molly: A bit like you, dear.

Edwin: Really?

AW: Lady Molly, have you ever wondered how easy it is for your author to come up with ways to make your life more, shall we say, interesting? Do you know where she gets her ideas for the murder mysteries from?

Molly: We’re never safe from these mishaps, are we? It’s as if she asks herself, ‘What could go wrong in this situation?’ Or, ‘This person is a real character! What would his Anglo-Saxon counterpart do or say?’ As for the murder mysteries, I think she reads a lot—our chronicles, plus Norse sagas, detective novels, and the like. Human nature doesn’t change, you know. The trickier part is leaving the right kind of clues so that we can identify the culprit.  

AW: Thank you both so much for talking to me. Would you like to tell readers where they can find out more about your lives and adventures, and do you know if your author will be visiting you again soon with more mysteries? 

Molly: It’s spring, so that means…

Edwin: Floods—cattle thieves roaming about—and the threat of another Viking invasion.

Molly: I suppose it could mean those things, if everything bad happens at once. 

Edwin: Which it often does.

Molly: You see what I have to contend with. I was going to say that it was about time we went back to visit my parents and inspect the water-mill Edwin gave me as my morning-gift. A little holiday wouldn’t go amiss for either of us.

Edwin: And if everything goes wrong at once?

Molly: Then we’ll just take the adventure we’re given and see it through, won’t we?

Both: Thank you for inviting us!

AW: It was a delight to 'talk' to these characters, and even though our conversation was brief, I really feel that their personalities shine through, and I suspect that's in no small part due to their author.

Please visit https://elizabethspringerauthor.com/my-books/ to find purchase links for Elizabeth Springer’s Anglo-Saxon mysteries. 


And huge thanks to Elizabeth for allowing Edwin and Molly to speak to me today.








Monday, 10 March 2025

Guest Post: Helen Hollick's Ghost Encounters

The Lingering Spirits of North Devon...

But Are They Vikings Or Saxons?

By Helen Hollick (With daughter Kathy Hollick)


Everyone assumes that ghosts are hostile. Actually, most of them are not. You either believe in ghosts or you don’t. It depends on whether you’ve encountered something supernatural or not. But when you share a home with several companionable spirits, or discover benign ghosts in public places who appear as real as any living person, scepticism is abandoned. In GHOST ENCOUNTERS: The Lingering Spirits Of North Devon, mother and daughter share their personal experiences, dispelling the belief that spirits are to be feared. 

Ghost Encounters will fascinate all who enjoy the beautiful region of rural South-West England, as well as interest those who wish to discover more about its history... and a few of its ghosts.

(Includes a bonus of two short stories and photographs connected to North Devon)

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THE BATTLE AT APPLEDORE

Originally an Anglo-Saxon settlement, the North Devon coastal town of Appledore today is a picturesque village with narrow cobbled streets, and alleyways known as ‘opes’. Nestling on a steep hillside beside the estuary confluence of the rivers Taw and Torridge, it, or its neighbour, Northam, a little further up the hill, is also the possible site of two important battles, one involving Viking raiders in 878 CE and another a rebellion that, had it been successful, would have altered English history.

An Appledore 'ope'

Appledore began to prosper during the reign of Elizabeth I due to increasing trade with the North American colonies, while Bideford, a few miles up the River Torridge, rapidly became the third largest English trade port for Virginia tobacco. At Northam, a short way outside of Appledore, is a stone set into a wall, commemorating the legend of an ancient battle. Near here, at Appledore, the ghostly sounds of men fighting with shield and sword is occasionally heard – although there doesn’t seem to be accompanying reports of any visual sighting to go with those desperate sounds.

The memorial reads:

Stop Stranger Stop, 

Near this spot lies buried

King Hubba the Dane, 

who was slayed in a bloody retreat,

by King Alfred the Great

However, this story may be nothing more than a legend. During the time of Alfred the Great, Hubba the Dane – or more likely the name should be Ubba – landed somewhere with a fleet of ships and was soundly defeated, losing over 1,000 men. All we know for certain is that Hubba/Ubba was slain in the West Country, although there is no evidence to support Appledore and Northam as the location, but... there is possible evidence for a different battle at a later date: the sons of King Harold II who was slain at the Battle of Hastings in 1066, attempted a rebellion against Duke Willliam of Normandy, which, unfortunately, failed.

According to the Anglo–Saxon Chronicle, Manuscript D: ‘After this came Harold’s sons from Ireland, at Midsummer, with 64 ships into the mouth of the Taw, and there heedlessly landed; and Earl Brian [Brian of Brittany] came against them unawares with no small band, and fought against them.’

This is plausible. King Harold II’s mother, Gytha, owned extensive land in North Devon during the 11th century. Harold himself landed at Porlock, a little along the coast at the other end of Exmoor, after a short exile to Ireland in 1052/3, and it is inconceivable that his sons and supporters did not attempt to defeat Duke William after the tragedy of October 14th 1066. The entry in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle mentions the mouth of the River Taw, so Appledore would certainly fit the bill in terms of location, and so perhaps, it really was here that the fighting took place.

Appledore [photo Simon Murgatroyd

Despite his victory, and subsequent coronation on December 25th 1066 at Westminster Abbey, London, things did not go well for William. England was not as easy to conquer as he had expected. By early 1068 rebellion in the West Country was increasing – this was Wessex, mostly loyal to Earl Godwin, Harold’s father, and then to Harold himself.

Exeter rebelled against William. The town was always a wealthy trade port, and loyal to the Saxon Queens of Emma of Normandy, then Harold’s sister, Edith, wife to Edward the Confessor, and then to Harold himself. (Although Edith surrendered to William soon after Hastings, probably in a move to maintain her royal status and lifestyle – she also had fallen out with Harold early in 1066, so in some way, her capitulation to Normandy could be regarded as treasonous.)

William himself led an army against Exeter, probably because Gytha and Harold’s daughters were there as strong rallying figureheads. After a siege of eighteen days, Exeter surrendered and Gytha and her granddaughters fled abroad. Harold’s common-law wife, Edith Swanneck, was probably also with Gytha.

According to the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle for 1067: “This year Harold's mother, Githa, and the wives of many good men with her, went to [modern day] Flat Holm in the Severn Estuary, and there abode some time; and afterwards went from thence over sea to St. Omer's.”

At the same time, three of Harold’s sons Godwin, Edmund and Magnus, sailed from Ireland where they had been taking refuge, with the intention of raiding as much of southwest England as they could with a fleet of fifty-two ships, provided by Diarmait, the High King of Ireland.

William had already departed Devon, but had left a large force behind, headed by Eadnoth the Staller, an Anglo-Saxon landowner who supported the new king. He fought against the three sons at the Battle of Bleadon, the outcome of which was stalemate. Eadnoth was killed, and the brothers retreated to their ships. After this, Magnus is not mentioned again, so was very likely also killed. The two remaining sons continued to raid along the coasts of Devon and Cornwall., before wintering, again, in Ireland.

They returned with an army and more than sixty ships in June 1069, landing at Appledore and advanced a little inland to Northam. The Norman army, under command of William’s second cousin, Brian of Brittany, and William De Vauville, appointed Sheriff of Devon, were soon there to meet them. The size of the armies is unknown, but the Englishmen, now subjugated by the Normans undoubtedly had no choice but to fight for their new overlords – or lose all they had.

According to Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Northam Harold’s sons and their men fought hard – which is likely – but I’m not sure I agree that they were “unable to retreat because the tide was out.” This implies that they retreated as the tide came back in.

These were Viking longships, shallow on the draught. The confluence of the two rivers, Taw and Torridge, form dangerous currents when the tide is on the turn, plus there is a turbulent sandbar across where river meets sea – it was difficult to navigate safely here by the late 1600s, with the river channels starting to greatly silt up from the mid-1700s. But in 1069? Would this estuary have been as difficult to navigate for experienced sailors, manning Viking-style longships?

Wikipedia states: “For many hours the Normans launched repeated attacks against the raiders’ shield wall, in almost exactly the same way the early stages of the Battle of Hastings had played out. The raiders’ line never broke, but they suffered heavy casualties. As night came, the tide finally returned, and the brothers army escaped to sea, ending the battle.”

I concede that the tide played a big part in any withdrawal – but to cross that river confluence and the bar on an incoming tide? To row, or sail against a heavy, strong tide? No.

Nearly all shipping would go with a current’s flow, not against it. My bet is that Harold’s sons and their supporters fought for as long as they could, but once the high, full, tide was on the ebb... going out ... they dare not wait, for low tide would mean they would be effectively trapped. So as soon as the tide started to go out, they had to take their leave in the hope that there would be chance to fight again another day. *

There was no further rebellion from Harold’s remaining sons. Probably, Diarmait, refused to help any further, seeing it (justifiably) as a lost cause. The brothers went to Denmark, maybe hoping for help from there. It didn’t come, and Harold’s sons probably joined their mother and sisters somewhere near modern Kiev – and then disappear from history. Ideal for fiction writers: a blank page to fill!


* A note in the Wikipedia article seems to support my theory: “In the eleventh century it was usual for ships to depart on the high tide. It has been calculated that on the day of the battle, the high tide would have been in the early evening.”


ABOUT HELEN

Known for her captivating storytelling and rich attention to historical detail, Helen might not see ghosts herself, but her nautical adventure series, and some of her short stories, skilfully blend the past with the supernatural, inviting readers to step into worlds where the boundaries between the living and the dead blur.

Her historical fiction spans a variety of periods and her gift lies in her ability to bring historical figures and settings to life, creating an immersive experience that transports readers into the past. Her stories are as compelling as they are convincing.

Helen started writing as a teenager, but after discovering a passion for history, was published in the UK with her Arthurian Trilogy and two Anglo-Saxon novels about the events that led to the 1066 Battle of Hastings, one of which became a USA Today best-seller. She also writes the Jan Christopher cosy mystery series set during the 1970s, and based around her, sometimes hilarious, years of working as a North London library assistant.

Helen, husband Ron and daughter Kathy moved from London to Devon in January 2013 after a Lottery win on the opening night of the London Olympics, 2012. She spends her time glowering at the overgrown garden and orchard, fending off the geese, helping with the horses and, when she gets a moment, writing the next book...


ABOUT KATHY

When not encountering friendly ghosts, Kathy's passion is horses and mental well-being. She started riding at the age of three, had a pony at thirteen, and discovered showjumping soon after. Kathy now runs her own Taw River Equine Events, and coaches riders of any age or experience, specialising in positive mindset and overcoming confidence issues via her Centre10 accreditation and Emotional Freedom Technique training to aid calm relaxation and promote gentle healing.

Kathy lives with her farmer partner, Andrew, in their flat adjoining the main farmhouse. She regularly competes at affiliated British Showjumping, and rides side-saddle (‘aside’) when she has the opportunity. She produces her own horses, several from home-bred foals. She also has a fun diploma in Dragons and Dragon Energy, which was something amusing to study during the Covid lockdown.



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Wednesday, 16 October 2024

Guest Post - Elizabeth St John: The King's Intelligencer

Today, in the week of the release of her new book*, I am delighted to turn the blog over to author Elizabeth St John:

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The King’s Intelligencer

Discovering the Bones of the Princes in the Tower

The White Tower

The inspiration for The King’s Intelligencer grew from my research for The Godmother’s Secret, which delves into the enduring mystery of the missing princes in the Tower of London. Edward V and his younger brother, Richard, Duke of York, vanished in 1483, with most historians believing they were murdered by their uncle, Richard III. This historical puzzle has fascinated scholars and writers for centuries, and I became captivated by it as I unearthed primary sources while writing my novel. But, while I was firmly fixed on the medieval mystery of the missing princes, another story emerged, which took place in my beloved seventeenth century. 


A whisper of an idea for The King’s Intelligencer occurred during a visit to Westminster Abbey, where I stood before the Chapel of the Innocents. In this chapel lies a white marble urn, designed by Sir Christopher Wren and commissioned by King Charles II in 1675. Installed in 1678, the urn supposedly contains the remains of the two princes. According to the inscription, the young royals were murdered on the orders of their "perfidious uncle Richard the Usurper" and secretly buried in the Tower of London. Their bones, unearthed almost two centuries later, were placed in this beautiful monument.



As I stood near the urn, reflecting on my St.John and Apsley family—the historical inspiration for my novel’s characters—I began to question the legitimacy of the bones’ discovery. Sir Allen and Frances Apsley, parents of my King’s Intelligencer protagonist Franny Apsley, are buried only a few steps from the princes' tomb. This proximity suddenly connected my family's history and the national intrigue surrounding the princes' fate. Were these really the remains of Edward V and his brother, Richard? Or was the discovery in 1674 a politically convenient find for King Charles II to secure his throne amid religious and political turmoil? The Apsleys moved closely within the circle of Charles and his brother James. What would they have thought of the discovery?

I delved deeper into historical research. Notably, Helen Maurer’s paper "Bones in the Tower: A Discussion of Time, Place and Circumstance" and Annette Carson’s article "The Bones in the Urn" both challenge the accepted narrative. Maurer identifies inconsistencies in the timing, location, and identification of the remains, while Carson questions whether the bones truly belonged to the princes.

This scepticism becomes more compelling when viewed through the lens of 17th-century politics. Charles II’s reign was marked by intense religious divisions between Protestants and Catholics. Although Charles publicly adhered to Protestantism, he had Catholic sympathies, eventually converting to Catholicism on his deathbed. His brother, James II, was openly Catholic, leading to his ousting during the Glorious Revolution of 1688. The discovery of the princes' bones in 1674 conveniently allowed Charles II to present himself as a restorer of justice after the supposed crimes of his "usurper" ancestor, Richard III.

By connecting himself with the long-overdue justice for the murdered princes, Charles II reinforced his legitimacy at a time when his Catholic inclinations could have jeopardized his rule. The discovery of the bones symbolized more than an ancient crime solved; it was a strategic move to bolster public support and distance the Stuarts from accusations of tyranny and religious subversion. The timing of the find raises suspicions about whether the bones were used to manipulate public perception and political power.

My research into this political landscape also uncovered a hidden layer of intrigue. The Secret Treaty of Dover, a clandestine pact between Charles II and Louis XIV of France, revealed Charles’s promise to declare himself Catholic in exchange for financial support. This treaty, kept secret for years, highlights the delicate balance of power in 17th-century England and allowed me to blend national concerns into the Apsley family's personal history.

In such an environment of political manoeuvring, espionage was a vital tool. Spies, or intelligencers, operated covertly, often without official sanction. This secretive world provided the perfect setting for my protagonist, Franny Apsley, as she navigates the web of espionage, hidden alliances, and betrayal in 17th-century England.

Franny's family had real-life connections to espionage. Her parents,  Allen and Frances, along with her cousin Nan Wilmot, Countess of Rochester, engaged in covert activities during and after the English Civil War. Nan famously outwitted Oliver Cromwell to protect her Royalist interests, and Franny’s brother, Peter Apsley, worked as an intelligencer for Charles II and James II. This family history fuelled the espionage elements in The King’s Intelligencer, as I imagined Franny following in her family’s footsteps. Research at Lydiard Park further revealed fascinating links to historical artifacts, such as the Great Painting and the Grandison Book, which provided inspiration for Franny’s investigation in the novel.

The Great Painting (also above left)

But what of the bones? Even if modern DNA testing were permitted, the remains may have deteriorated too much to yield definitive answers. And even if they are proven to be those of the princes, crucial questions—like the cause of death and the identity of their murderer—would remain unanswered. The mystery endures, leaving both historians and novelists to speculate.

The King’s Intelligencer weaves together historical fact and fiction, following Franny Apsley on a perilous quest to uncover the truth about the missing princes. The novel not only explores the mystery of their remains but also delves into the political machinations of the time, blending real history with family intrigue to offer a fresh perspective on the princes in the Tower and the complex web of power in 17th-century England.

Footnote:

The full inscription of Sir Christopher Wren’s urn, translated from the Latin, reads as follows:

Here lie the relics of Edward V, King of England, and Richard, Duke of York. These brothers being confined in the Tower of London, and there stifled with pillows, were privately and meanly buried, by the order of their perfidious uncle Richard the Usurper; whose bones, long enquired after and wished for, after 191 years in the rubbish of the stairs (those lately leading to the Chapel of the White Tower) were on the 17th day of July 1674, by undoubted proofs discovered, being buried deep in that place. Charles II, a most compassionate prince, pitying their severe fate, ordered these unhappy Princes to be laid amongst the monuments of their predecessors, 1678, in the 30th year of his reign.

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*The King's Intelligencer is available now and can be purchased HERE

Read my review of the novel HERE

Monday, 7 October 2024

Review: The King's Intelligencer by Elizabeth St John

 I've been busy since the early summer judging the Historical Writers' Association Nonfiction Crown Awards, so it's been a marathon reading session of high quality historical nonfiction.

As I write this review we are in a little lull; having announced the long list a couple of weeks ago we will be meeting this week to decide the short list. I'd like to say that things will get spicy and heated, but they won't - everyone on the panel is too lovely for that! Anyway, as a little palate-cleanser as it were, I've had the chance to grab another historical fiction book that's been sitting on my sadly neglected TBR pile. 


And I can say it's been a privilege to have an advance copy of Elizabeth St John's latest page-turner. I've read all her novels and was particularly thrilled that this one, whilst it can be read as a standalone, references her last book, The Godmother's Secret, which is also an outstanding novel.

Here's the blurb for The King's Intelligencer:

"London, 1674: When children’s bones are unexpectedly unearthed in the Tower of London, England’s most haunting mystery—the fate of the missing princes—is reignited.

Franny Apsley, confidante to Lady Mary Stuart, heir to King Charles’s throne, becomes embroiled in the royal court’s excitement over the discovery of children’s bones. Could they be the missing princes? As a devastating family secret emerges, Franny is recruited by her cousin Nan Wilmot to determine the truth behind the bones. Her investigation, complicated by an attraction to the secretive court artist Nicholas Jameson and the influence of an enigmatic royal spy, reveals a startling plot threatening the throne and England’s stability.

In a glittering and debauched society where love is treacherous and loyalty masked, Franny must navigate a world where a woman’s voice is often silenced and confront the ultimate question: What is she willing to risk for the sake of her country, her happiness, and her family’s safety?"

My Review (without spoilers for either book):

Well, it's certainly true that there are secrets, and if you've read The Godmother's Secret then you will know some of what Franny sets out to discover. But this is not a backwards-looking book, for as always the author roots her story firmly in its time period. What came across strongly for me - aside from the always impeccable research - was how much Franny was tied, not only by her personal loyalty to her family, but to the framework of societal expectations. 

In many ways, this is not a quest that Franny willingly undertakes and we see her navigating a world of strictly observed protocol, being careful not to be seen in the 'wrong' places and being made unhappily aware of arranged marriage, where women have no say in the match, but must help their family by marrying. This applies whether it's to bolster the family's income, or, in the case of Lady Mary, to strengthen political alliances.

Family of course, is all. The modern reader will be, like me, fascinated that these people not only were real, but are also the ancestors of the author. Ancestry matters, and it did to the people in this novel, too. Crucially though, the actions of the ancestors have a bearing on the characters in this book and we see how they are threatened by the concerns of the day: income, religion, status. The glitter of the court can be a facade when you become aware that 'rich' people in fact own very little. Franny's family are in a precarious position and this could be made worse by what she discovers.


And talking of lines to the past, it is interesting to be reminded that people who to us are historical were also interested in history, and that of course division - political and religious - was not swept away by the restoration of Charles II in 1660. The political significance of the bones of the princes is brought to the fore and shows that historical periods are not discrete - history is an unbroken line and wherever along it you happen to live, what happened then matters now.

I suppose the point I'm really trying to make is how recognisable and relatable these characters are. The author of course will have a special relationship with them, given that they really are family, but they come alive so wonderfully on the page. Yes, they are authentically in their own world and period, but their human emotions, dramas and dilemmas seem very real to us, the reader. 

Franny is particularly three-dimensional, neither 'feisty heroine' nor obedient daughter. Yes, she's both those things, but she is also a little flawed, prone to envy, and a lover of mischief. This roundedness makes her a very sympathetic character. So too for Nicholas - we develop the same conflicted feelings for him (perhaps not quite so intense as Franny's) and we see both the good and the bad, meaning we can also sympathise with Franny's confusion. 

Indeed, there are no caricatures here. Even Rochester, the famed libertine, shows both a debauched and a tender side. And there are no real baddies, either. What is brought into sharp focus is how passionate everyone is about their beliefs, their duty, and their hopes for a country which has been through so much in living memory: civil war, plague, fire...

If you want to be thoroughly immersed in the late seventeenth century, and be caught up in an intriguing mystery, then this is definitely the book for you.

The King's Intelligencer will be published on October 15th and is available to pre-order now