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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

30 November 1554 Philip Sidney Born at 0

Sir Philip Sidney: The Major Works (Oxford World's Classics)30 November 1554 – Birth of Philip Sidney, English courtier, soldier, and writer (d. 1586)

Read more in Sir Philip Sidney: The Major Works (Oxford World's Classics)

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

29 November 1530 It Ain't Over 'Till the Fat Man Dies



29 November 1530 – Death of Thomas Wolsey, English religious leader (b. c.1470)

Learn more in The Tudors: The Complete Series.

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Monday, November 28, 2011

28 November 1582 Shakespeare In Love

Shakespeare's Sweetheart or Anne Hathaway (NoTreeBooks.com Classics)28 November 1582 – In Stratford-upon-Avon, William Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway pay a £40 bond for their marriage license.

Read about it in Shakespeare's Sweetheart or Anne Hathaway (NoTreeBooks.com Classics)

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

27 November 1095 Deus Lo Volt Whether You Volt it or Not

Rashi's Daughters, Book III: Rachel: A Novel of Love and the Talmud in Medieval France27 November  1095  Pope Urban II calls for the 1st Crusade at Council of Clermont, France. This speech has been called the most influential one in the Middle Ages.

Read about it in maggie Anton's Rashi's Daughters, Book III: Rachel: A Novel of Love and the Talmud in Medieval France.

Excerpt

The first warning Salomon’s household received about other events in Clermont came from Guy when he unexpectedly joined them for souper the final week of the Cold Fair.

“Eliezer.” Guy‘s ominous tone chilled Rachel’s heart. “I urge you in the strongest terms to delay your departure from Troyes.”

Everyone within hearing turned to Guy as Eliezer asked, “Why? What happened?”

“His last day at Clermont, standing in an open field before nobility and clerics, Pope Urban gave an extraordinary speech.” Guy fell silent, his expression full of wonder. “First he chastised the knights for breaking the Truce of God by wantonly attacking pilgrims, clerics, women, and merchants. He accused them of waging unjust wars on each other, to their mutual destruction, for no other reason than covetousness and pride, the result of which they deserved eternal damnation.”

Rachel stared at Guy with curiosity. The pope had long rebuked men of arms for such crimes, but Guy’s awed voice showed that something new was involved. “Then he began speaking of Jerusalem, the navel of the world, of how the accursed Turks invaded her confines and depopulated them by sword, pillage and fire. How her holy altars were destroyed and Christians subjected to unspeakable degradation and servitude. He urged the knights, most valiant soldiers and descendants of invincible ancestors, to be not degenerate, but recall the valor of their progenitors.”

“What did he want from them?” Salomon asked, his voice heavy with dread.

“To let their quarrels and wars cease as they entered upon the road to the Holy Sepulcher, to wrest the Holy Land from that wicked race of infidels and subject it to themselves,” Guy replied. “Pope Urban further proclaimed that they should not let their possessions, nor solicitude for their families, keep them from undertaking this holy pilgrimage, for which they would receive remission of their sins and assurance of the Kingdom of Heaven’s glory.”

Guy shook his head in amazement. “With that, the crowd cried out as one, ‘It is God’s will! It is God’s will!’ The Pope then told those who would undertake this holy war to sew crosses on their chests for all to see, and within moments men began tearing at their clothes to produce crosses.”

“That was a month ago,” Eliezer said. “What has happened since?”

“The pope has been preaching throughout France, staying clear of the king’s lands while Philippe remains excommunicated. In addition, itinerant preachers have appeared, attracting flocks of pilgrims as well as bands of less innocent folk.”

“But you said the pope’s appeal was to knights.” Meir wondered who, if any, of Count André’s men would participate.

“That was Pope Urban’s intent, but the enterprise has spiraled out of his hands, so that we now see poor townsfolk and villeins selling their possessions to provision themselves for the journey. My uncle is besieged by men, and women, asking for their bishop’s blessing.”

Joheved exchanged anxious glances with Meir. “I hope these preachers don’t seduce too many of our villeins to leave. The villagers know nothing of warfare; they would never survive.”

“The pope has promised eternal salvation to those who die on pilgrimage,” Guy said. “And as further inducement, whoever undertakes this holy war is exempt from repayment of debts.”

“Their debts are discharged?” Rachel asked with dismay, thinking of the women who owed her money.

“For the duration of their pilgrimage, oui,” Guy said. “And more than that, those vowed to retake Jerusalem may substitute the journey for all penance.”

“So all kinds of scoundrels will join them,” Eliezer said, recognizing the danger such undisciplined mobs would pose.

“The officially sanctioned group of knights and foot soldiers are to begin their journey in August, continuing to Constantinople where they will meet up with Alexius’ troops,” Guy explained. “But these impatient preachers have urged their followers to start immediately, and I fear that thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of Frankish pilgrims will be heading in our direction.”

“What will we do?” Miriam whispered in horror.

“I believe I will delay my departure for Toledo until after these pilgrims have passed through Champagne into the east,” Eliezer declared.

Rachel squeezed his hand under the table and sighed with relief. But along with the rest of her family, she could not find the appetite to finish souper.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

26 November 1326 Dispensing With le Despenser

The Traitor's Wife26 November 1326 – Death of Hugh the younger Despenser, English knight (b. 1286)

Read about it in Susan Higginbotham's The Traitor's Wife.

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Friday, November 25, 2011

25 November 1129 An Heir with No Spare, but Don't Tell Maud That

Follett's The Pillars of the Earth (The Pillars of the Earth (Deluxe Edition) (Oprah's Book Club) by Ken Follett (Paperback - Nov 14, 2007))25 November 1120 – The White Ship sinks in the English Channel, drowning William Adelin, son of Henry I of England.
Read about it in The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett.

Let meentertain you! Books, blogs, a calendar, biographies, humor, Celtic music, reviews, and so much more. Nan Hawthorne, Historical Novelist www.nanhawthorne.com .

Thursday, November 24, 2011

24 November 1273 King Alfonso... of England?!



24 November 1273 – Birth of Alphonso, Earl of Chester, son of Edward I of England and big half-brother of Edward II.(d. 1284)

Read about it in Jean Plaidy's The Hammer of the Scots. (blick on cover above)
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

23 November 1499 Will the Real Pretender Please Stand Up?

The Perfect Prince: The Mystery of Perkin Warbeck and His Quest for the Throne of England23 November 1499 – Pretender to the throne Perkin Warbeck is hanged for reportedly attempting to escape from the Tower of London. He had invaded England in 1497, claiming to be the lost son of King Edward IV of England.

Read about it in The Perfect Prince: The Mystery of Perkin Warbeck and His Quest for the Throne of England.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

22 November 1515 Birth of Mary of Scot's Mommy

Queens' Play: Second in the Legendary Lymond Chronicles22 November 1515 – Birth of Marie of Guise, Queen consort of James V of Scotland and regent of Scotland. Mother of Mary, Queen of Scots (d. 1560)

Find her in Dorothy Dunnett's Queen's Play, part of the magnificent Lymond Chronicles.

Did women fight in the Crusades? Elisabeth did! Read Beloved Pilgrimby Nan Hawthorne, available at Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Smashwords.com.

Monday, November 21, 2011

21 November 1272 Simon Says, Edward Is King

Falls the Shadow: A Novel21 November 1272 – Following Henry III of England's death on November 16, his son Prince Edward becomes King of England.

Read about it in Sharon kay Penman's Falls the Shadow.

Did women fight in the Crusades? Elisabeth did! Read Beloved Pilgrimby Nan Hawthorne, available at Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Smashwords.com.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

20 November 1407 John the Fair-less

John the Fearless: The Growth of Burgundian Power (History of Valois Burgundy)20 November 1407 – A truce between John the Fearless, Duke of Burgundy and Louis of Valois, Duke of Orléans is agreed under the auspices of John, Duke of Berry. Orléans would be assassinated three days later by Burgundy.

Read about this in John the Fearless: The Growth of Burgundian Power (History of Valois Burgundy)

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

19 November 1096 Urban Planning



19 November 1095 – The Council of Clermont, called by Pope Urban II to discuss sending the First Crusade to the Holy Land, begins.
Read about it in  Beloved Pilgrimby Nan Hawthorne, available at Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Smashwords.com.

Excwepr

"Now you two, come sit with your mother and me. You as well, Albrecht. This concerns you too." Sigismund returned to his own chair next to Adalberta. The three young people took seats usually reserved for guests. Elias and Albrecht normally served at table, being squires, and Elisabeth stood behind her mother during meals to see to her needs.
"His Holiness has had a plea from the Byzantine Emperor Alexios," Father was saying. "There have been attacks on pilgrims to the Holy Land, hundreds killed, hundreds carried off to the slave markets. The Paynim no longer protect the pilgrimage routes, but let brigands have a free hand. There are rumors that some of the Turk leaders are sending their own guards to attack larger bands of pilgrims."
Adalberta put her hand to her lips, "No, how horrible. Why?"
The three young people turned their eyes back to Sigismund in unison.
"Well, there have always been brigands, but they have attacked randomly. Pilgrim bands that hired armed men to protect them could turn brigands away. No one really knows why that has changed, but Peter the Hermit said . . . "
Elias interrupted his father. "Peter the Hermit?" Elisabeth noted not for the first time how deep his voice had become.
"A French priest. He is in Cologne to gather pilgrims for a journey to the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem," Sigismund said.
"Not much of a hermit, is he?" Elias quipped, earning a short laugh from his sister and a glare from both parents.
"Show some respect," Adalberta corrected. "He is a very holy man."
Sigismund took a gulp of the wine a servant had brought. His men, having seen to the disposition of their horses, were wandering into the hall and taking seats or leaning up against the timber walls to listen to their lord's account of the hermit's tale.
"He tried to make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem before, but he was captured by the Seljuk Turks in Anatolia and tortured."
Adalberta's eyes grew round.
"Why?" asked her daughter.
Sigismund sat forward, shaking his head. "They are heathens. They are devils. Cruel and rapacious. They are the enemy of all good Christians."
"But a priest!" his wife cried unbelieving.
Albrecht shyly spoke up. "Mayhap they are even more violent with our holy men?"
The knight nodded. "It will seem so, lad."
Adalberta's eyes were guarded as she asked, "And this Peter . . . from Amiens, you say? He is gathering a multitude? To do what, my lord?" she asked.
"To return to the Holy Land and take Jerusalem back."
"He is gathering an army?" Elias's voice held a note of excitement. Elisabeth cast an alarmed look in his direction. Elias had been itching to be in a fight. He had been disappointed when their father had failed to take him and Albrecht to Cologne for the meeting with the Emperor's representatives. Both boys hoped the meeting was to plan war.
"No, not exactly," his father replied, noting Elias's crestfallen reaction. "He is calling it a People's Crusade. Just the poor, the destitute who are under the care of Holy Church. But to hear him speak! It was inspiring. He said, 'Deus lo volt.' God wills it. We could not help but shout it back to him, every one of us in the throng."
Elias leaned to Albrecht and whispered, "I would wager the local bishops would not be sorry to see their burden thus eased. . . . "
"Elias!" Sigismund's eyes were flaming. "Enough with your impious comments!" The knight glared at his chastened son, then slowly turned his face back to his wife. "Liebchen, I am going."
Adalberta hid her dismay. "I thought you might," was all she said.
"Then it is not just peasants going?" Elisabeth asked.
Her father sat up straight, squaring his shoulders. "They will need protection. Many of the Emperor's commanders and officers are asking for leave to go with them." He looked sharply back at his wife. "I shall not go, if you are ill and need me here." His eyes revealed his reluctance to make such a promise. In a gentle voice meant only for her ears he added, "But it is in large part to kneel at the Sepulcher and pray for your health and long life that I wish to go."
Before the lady could reply, Elias burst out, "Then Albrecht and I are coming with you?" He beamed at his friend, who returned the smile, but with anxiety written on his face.
Elisabeth looked from her father to brother to Albrecht and back again. A glance at her mother's averted face told her Adalberta would not hold her husband back, no matter her misgivings.

Friday, November 18, 2011

18 November 1188 All I Wanted Was the Keys to the Car, Dad

The Swords of Faith18 November 1188 - Prince Richard the Lionheart joins King Philip II, fighting against Richard's father Henry II in France. This conflict would end with the defeat of Henry II in the middle of 1189. As a result of the defeat, Henry II finally acknowledged Richard as his heir. The conflict weakened the aging king, and he died a few days after agreeing to terms.

Read about it in The Swords of Faith by Eichard W. Field.

Excerpt:

November 18, 1188
Bonsmoulins Castle, Eastern Normandy
Mid Morning

“Day three,” Jean-Paul said to Richard. They stood in a small sleeping chamber, preparing for the day’s events.

“The day push will come to shove.” Richard raised his chin. “Philip and I worked this out last night. Now it’s my father’s position that is foggy. We’ll clear that mist this morning.” Richard stretched, raising his arms up and clasping his hands. “Who else do we have with us this morning?”

“Charles the Strong from Poitiers, Francois from Limoges, and William the Axe from Winchester.” Jean-Paul paused and grinned, having left the best for last. “And Mercadier came in last night.”

Richard smiled at the mention of his favorite mercenary. “Good men. If things get hot again, and men are reaching for their swords, I do not intend to be outnumbered. And make sure everyone’s ready to move quickly.”

“Move quickly?”

“Yes.”

Jean-Paul shrugged and left.

Richard pulled his sword from its sheath. He looked at the blade and narrowed his eyes in determination. No, he hadn’t told Jean-Paul about all the possibilities for this meeting.


“The people of western Europe expect us to cease this fighting amongst ourselves and get on with rescuing Jerusalem,” Richard declared. “We cannot allow our own squabbles to prevent us from doing our Christian duty, or we will be damned to hell.” King Henry, King Philip, and Prince Richard sat around a large table. Each of them was accompanied by armed men with their hands not far from their swords.

Henry glared at his son. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t have started a war after taking a vow to rescue Jerusalem.”

“I brought this to the appropriate overlord. But I cannot have my subjects abused—”
Philip interrupted Richard. “You came to me to arbitrate, but would not accept my solution.”

“Because your solution was a blatant attempt to extend your power—”

Henry interrupted Richard. “Because you have no business offering any solution. This is my family’s business and we have the ability to attend to it.”

Philip began, “I am sovereign ruler for that—”

Henry interrupted Philip. “I am a king. You are a king. I need no permission from you to take whatever steps are necessary to protect my subjects. My son acts in my territories, in my name. He is mistaken about submitting to your authority.”

“Those lands are part of the Kingdom of France,” Philip argued. “You may hold title to them, but they remain part of France, and any landholder in these areas is my vassal.”

“A king will never submit to another king, and a less powerful one at that!” Henry countered.

Philip bit his lip. “Then I’ll be required to come after you until you do.”

“This is not what we need to do!” Richard told them. “This is just a repeat of all the shouting and posturing over the last two days! We must settle this!”

Philip nodded. “Yes. Let’s settle this. Let’s agree to return all conquests and withdraw all armies to the lines before this unpleasantness began. I … will look the other way on the situation in Toulouse.”

“How can I agree to such a thing?” Richard asked. “The territories I captured are much richer than those you’ve taken in Berry. And some of those territories I have taken were wrongly taken from my jurisdiction in 1183. This solution confers the most disadvantages on me.”

“See what happens when you yield to some perceived superior authority who has only his own priorities?” Henry asked. “This was none of Philip’s business.”

“Raymond of Toulouse is my vassal and ally,” Philip said. “He requested my help. This is my business.”

“So why did you invade Berry in my northern territories with no connection to Toulouse at the southern end of Aquitaine?” Richard asked.

Philip smiled. “I would have had to fight my way through at least three of your family’s provinces to get to Toulouse.”

“And could it be you knew my father would make no effort to resist your moves in the north?” Richard asked.

“Why should I help you?” Henry asked. “You want to submit your grievances to the French king without my consent? Reap what you sow.”

“Aren’t we in the same family, dear father? Am I not your son, next in line to inherit? Shouldn’t we be working together?”

“And now we get to it.” Philip smirked with superiority. “There are deeper issues here, aren’t there—deep family rifts. Succession. Suspicion. A lack of trust. My, my….”

Richard squirmed uneasily in his seat. “You enjoy this too much, Philip.”

“Well, as a king, I would enjoy offering a solution. Not just to patch up the current hostilities, but to resolve all the differences among us for the near future.”

Henry was already scoffing.

Richard noticed, but also knew what was coming. The show for his father was over. Richard thought he and Phillip had performed very well. Maybe Henry had believed it; maybe not. But now Richard would learn what he needed to know, potentially resolving all issues that prevented them from starting on their way to liberate Jerusalem.

Philip spoke with the authority of a statesman. “I will remove my armies from the territories I occupy in Berry. In return Henry will take his army off of the attack against my army. All barons within the Kingdom of England, and within the Angevin French territories, will swear allegiance to Prince Richard, as sole heir to King Henry of England. And Richard will set a date, very soon, to marry my sister Alice, which will settle the ongoing dispute in northern France.”

Richard turned at his father for a reaction, then wondered if he had looked too quickly.

“I see,” Henry said to Philip. “And this is your proposal.” Henry turned and eyed Richard.

“A good one, I think,” Richard said to his father. “A generous one. A proposal that really does settle all questions.”

Henry barked a forced, mocking laugh. “My son and the French king. In agreement. How about that.”

“We should all be in agreement,” Richard said.

“Oh we should, should we?” Henry forced a chuckle. “Just like that. After three days of tantrums and tirades.”

“What part of the proposal do you object to?” Philip asked.

“You know very well what part,” Henry said.

“All right. Here and now, father. Moment of truth. Will you or will you not
confirm me as heir to the throne and to your titles in France?”

Henry’s face reddened. “I will not be pressured in this way. I will not be manipulated into making decisions about my dynasty’s future leadership.”

Richard stood and looked at Henry. “Then I have no choice but to believe that the impossible is true. You do plan to disinherit me, your worthy and loyal son.” Richard walked around the table toward King Philip, who also stood. Richard knelt in front of him. “I declare my loyalty to King Philip of France for all Angevin domains on the continent of Europe—Normandy, Aquitaine, Anjou, Maine, and Berry.”

Richard stood and left. His men trailed behind.

“What was that?” Jean-Paul asked as they moved through the castle hall at a speed just short of a sprint.

Richard laughed. “I wish I could be there in that room to see my father. No doubt he is stunned, trying to figure out just what happened and what he will do about it.”

“He’s stunned? I’m stunned. What did just happen?”

“Philip will suggest a truce. My father will accept. It will run to the end of January. Then I’ll fight my father under Philip’s banner as Philip’s vassal until my father confirms my succession!”

“What a mess.” Jean-Paul shook his head.

“For now. But before I leave to take back Jerusalem for Christendom, I will be Prince Richard, heir to the throne of England and the Angevin lands in France! I will settle that issue once and for all!”

Thursday, November 17, 2011

17 November 1558 Mary, Bloody No More



17 November 1558 – Death of Mary I of England (b. 1516)

Read about her in The Tudor Throne by Brandy Purdy to learn more about Mary, her life and her death.  On http://www.amazon.co.ukl/ as The Tudor Throne by Emily Purdy.

Did women fight in the Crusades? Elisabeth did! Read Beloved Pilgrimby Nan Hawthorne, available at Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Smashwords.com.