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Monday, February 27, 2023

Nicknames and Endearments.

 


Nicknames and Endearments.

Nicknames can help readers identify with characters, give a small clue to their personalities or appearance. Or nicknames can be deliberately misleading and at the same time appropriate, say where “Generous Eddie” turns out to be a brutal miser, generous only in the beatings he administers, or “Big Meg” is a small and dainty creature, perhaps with a large heart. Nicknames can also be wrong, revealing perhaps a character labouring under the mistaken opinions of those around her/him, and something that the reader and main viewpoint characters in the story can gradually discover.

 In history, King Edward the First of England was nicknamed “Longshanks” for his height and “Hammer of the Scots” for his campaigns against Scotland. An example of a nickname giving a flattering impression that was not, in my opinion matched by reality is King Richard I, the “Lionheart.” Brave perhaps but also cruel, as shown by his killing of the Muslim captives of Acre – all 2700 of them. By contrast, Richard’s opponent on the crusades, Saladin, was a man whose epithet, “Salah ad-Din” means “Righteousness of the Faith”, a title he appears to have lived by.

A more endearing nickname is that of “Greedy-Guts” for the famous medieval champion and knight William Marshal, an epithet he acquired during his teenage years.

In my own fiction, I use nicknames to reveal character. So, in ‘The Master Cook and the Maiden,’ my hero Swain, is known to his brothers as “Ram,” because of his great size and battle habits.


Excerpt.

 

One more thing is needed... an entourage," said a new

voice, issuing from the out of the apple tree by the garden

wall. Even as Alfwen struggled to pick out the stranger in the



shadows and foliage, Swein was darting forward.

“Gideon, by all that’s holy! Well met, brother!”

He smacked into the newcomer, knocking the shorter man

to the ground while Mistress Glover scolded, “The tunic,

Swein, careful of the tunic!”

Somehow, the smaller man flung Swein off him, leapt to

his feet and enveloped his brother in a bear hug. “Well met,

Ram!

“After Battering-Ram, when he would charge into things

as a lad,” Gideon explained, nodding to Alfwen and the

widow. “Will you introduce me, Ram?”

Grinning, Swein detached himself from Gideon and

bowed. “May I present Mistress Glover and my wife, Alfwen.”

He beamed at Alfwen, a look of pride and love together.

“My bride, Alfwen.”

The shorter man stepped closer and Alfwen’s breath

stopped.

 

Endearments in fiction, especially romance fiction, can show a developing romantic interest and tension and suggest a growing closeness. Individual and apt endearments are particularly satisfying and can be used in banter between couples in both fiction and life. They can also show a regional flavour.

So, for Cornwall, “Lover” and “My handsome man,” can be used as pet names for both sexes. (I was called “My handsome man” by an elderly Cornish lady, straight after she commented on my looks to my mum, “It don’t look twenty-one, do it?”) Devon folk also use “Lover,” – I always smile when my husband, who comes from Exeter, uses it to me.

Scots can use “Hen” as a pet name for a young woman. Annwyl in Welsh means "dear, darling, beloved,” and anwylyd means dearest. For a boy: “fy ngwas bach I” (my little lad) or “fy 'mach del I” (my little pretty one). Hinny, Pet, Bonny lass/lad are all expressions I’ve heard in Northumbria.

‘”Sweeting,” has been popular since the Middle Ages, or “dear heart.”, though “piggesnie” (“Pig’s eye”) may not be well received today. How about the lovely, “My heart’s gleam” or “My best beloved,” that are also medieval?

Have you any favourite nicknames or endearments?

Lindsay

 

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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

A Medieval Summer - A Picture blog by Lindsay Townsend


My latest historical romance, "Unicorn Summer" - a novella that is part of One Midsummer's Knight - takes place in summer, a tense summer just after the lord of the land has fallen ill and people are trying to remain normal.

In more usual years, summer for people in the Middle Ages was both very busy and a time of relaxation and pleasure. After the hard graft of winter and spring, May was a holiday month in early summer, with few tasks in the agricultural calendar. May Day, a blend of Christian and older pagan traditions, was celebrated by everyone, with dancing, revels and drink.

May was the time when people would go wandering in the fields and woodlands, to enjoy the fresh greenery and woodland flowers. It was also blossom time, when the fruit trees and hedgerows burst into bloom, wild cherries and wild apples following each other in glorious profusion.

Later summer was a harder task-master: if a peasant worked on the land, later summer was when the sheep were sheared, then the hay and wheat harvests were gathered in. Summer, too, was often the prime time for military activity, when knights might be called to fight for their overlord or king on campaign. However, even in these months there was merry-making.

Midsummer was marked by bonfires, a pagan ‘left-over’ from the earlier festival of Beltane and celebrated in the Middle Ages as the saint’s day of St John. Young couples would sometimes leap over the midsummer bonfire for luck. Wells could also be dressed with flowers around this time – a relic of earlier water-spirit worship, and still carried on today.

July was marked by St Swithin’s day, when the strewings in the churches would be changed from the winter rushes and straw to the summer hay and sedges, and August saw the feast time of Lammas – loaf mass – to give thanks for the hard-won harvest.

[Photo of oxeye daisies and cornflowers by Colin Smith, photo of well-dressing by Bob Embleton, both of geograph.org.uk. The fifteenth-century stained glass harvesting scene is from the Victoria and Albert Museum. All three sourced from Wikimedia Commons.]

Lindsay Townsend 

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Book Review: A Knight's Choice and Other Romances by Lindsay Townsend

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Blurb:

Six wonderfully sweet medieval short romances in a single anthology. Perfect feel-good reading!

A Knight’s Choice—Morwenna must marry to satisfy her family’s ambitions. Her choice is one of two brothers, but which?

Midsummer Maid—The romance and magic of Midsummer works for everyone—including a beautiful dairymaid and a less-than-handsome woodsman.

The Philosopher and the Herbalist—A light-hearted Not-Beauty and Not-Beast tale, with a romantic twist.

The Bridal House—Alis is reluctant to marry. Her betrothed presents her a beautiful bridal house that might help her see matters in a happier light.

The Seal of Odin—A dark tale of romance set during the age of the Vikings and early Christianity. Sometimes, love is found where we least expect it.

Ugly Meg—Once pretty, now scarred, Meg lives and works in seclusion in Bath—but other jealous guild members are plotting against her. Will fellow carpenter Matthew Warden come to her aid? If so, what will be his price?

My Reviews:

A Knight’s Choice
What's a "seed-pot" woman to do when faced with a future with one of two brothers and not much of a voice in which one she gets (ah, daddy's ambitions!)? Travel with both of them back to their home and quietly watch, observe... and discover who they truly are. And maybe find a way to make the choice for herself. Swoony cute story!

Midsummers Maid
Clare and Haakon have a mix of a beauty and the beast and a damsel in distress story that is charmingly cute. Both outsiders in their own ways, things happen on a midsummers night that allows fate to step in and entwine the two together. She's got a chance to show her grace and courage and acceptance, gifting him with exactly what he needs, and he's got a chance to be provider, protector, and leader, gifting her with exactly what she needs. Love feeling their connection and see their love blossom.

The Philosopher and the Herbalist
Super short story but with a huge gut-catching message I don't want to spoil. Definitely a beautiful truth we all need a reminder of, both sides of the coin....

The Bridal House
This is a quick glance at Alis discovering her hea. Short and sweet.
And I want her house. (sojealousnotjealous)

The Seal of Odin
A twisted story with a gentle lesson in forgiveness and faith. I wasn't sure what to expect, but didn't guess what happened!

Ugly Meg
Whew!! What a way to end this little anthology of stories. Meg had a beautiful life, and then it was taken away from her... or so she thought, until someone found his way past her fears and hurts.
This was another story that had a few surprises in it (I was not expecting the "special items" haha) and delivered a sucker-punch of a beautiful lesson - seeing deeper beyond skin deep and finding the beauty there that shines through. Definitely a story to remember and take the truths deeper inside.

What I truly loved with this whole group of stories is the common thread weaved through each of them in some design. Seeing past skin deep or other's judgement and pursuing what's truly valuable and worthy. This is a great set of stories to enjoy and absorb truths from.

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Sunday, March 10, 2019

Book review: A Restless Knight by Deborah Macgillivray

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Blurb:

Had the music stopped, or had she just ceased to hear it? All she could do was stare into the dragon green eyes. Drown in them. This man was her destiny. Nothing else mattered. He removed the netting from her grasp and then dropped it.

Shaking, Challon took her face in both hands. The hunger in his eyes rippled, tangible. So strong, it nearly robbed her of breath. With a need, tempered with reverence, he took her mouth with his. Lightly at first. Then deeper, more desperate, more demanding. The primitive male desire to mate unleashed. Beneath it all was his need for her—in ways she knew he did not begin to understand.

She smiled. He would.

Lost in the power, Tamlyn was not aware of the hundreds of other people around them or their celebrating. To her, the world stood still, narrowed, until there was nothing but the star-filled night.

And Challon.

“Deborah writes as if she’s been in Medieval Scotland and can somehow, magically, take you back there with her to stand amidst the heather and mist of another time. This is breathtakingly beautiful, award caliber writing.” — New York Times bestselling author, Lynsay Sands.

My review:

*closes the book and feels rudely jerked back to the 21st century.*
Whew!!  What a trip!!  After a few moments to let go of reality and immerse myself in the Scotland highlands of the late 1200s, I also became a captive of the Dragon of Challon and didn't want to escape my captor. haha!

I loved how Deborah Macgillivray painted the world around me with her words - it was almost like standing there and watching the words grow and bloom a new reality all around me -- I could sense the heather and apple blossoms, see the waves of flowing grass, hear the startling cry from the crows, feel the cool misty fog enveloping around me... then add in the emotions of the characters and I was enraptured!  Toss in the smallest touch of mystic and a knight who's armor is not shining because he knows how to use it, and I'm enchanted.

Tamlyn charmed my heart with how strong and brave and defiant she was, but at the same time, she held a regal vulnerability, a softness, a gentleness to her.  I loved being in her head as she encountered Julian and fell for her man.  She truly was the perfect compliment to him, giving him the peace and calm and healing he so desperately needed.

Julian - the Black Dragon of Challon - his intensity, power, loyalty, determination, and protectiveness, along with his scary roughness, physical strength, and mental fortitude, overflowed from the pages into reality, gifting me with my favorite kind of hero - just with a sword and armor.  Oh, and the way he shows his love and affection and devotion to Tamlyn?  Watching it grow from an interesting challenge to intense love made me swoon over and over again.  And feeling his arms wrap around me..... er.. Tamlyn?  I'll take more of that, please. (so will she, I'm sure!)

This felt like the perfect never-ending story (said with much love and appreciation) - there was so much to Tamlyn and Julian's story that it could keep going on and on... and in fact, I still found myself wanting more.  Hopefully in future books in this series we'll get to keep tabs on the couple.  I also enjoyed how some famous historic characters were weaved into the story, making this feel as it was a true piece of history, and not simply a tale to while away a winter storm.

If you're a fan of epic and beautiful medieval tales, this is one that'll sweep you away!

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Villains... or Villeins? A Medieval Issue


In English, ‘villain’ means a criminal. This word is derived from the older word ‘villein’ which originally meant a worker on the land and has a history going back to the Roman villa. In the Middle Ages, villeins were bound by law to their land and their lord and had to perform various low-status jobs, such as working in their lord’s fields. Villeins came to resent these ‘dues’ particularly as the lord was often lax when it came to his side of the bargain (such as protection).

"Harrowing" from the Luttrell Psalter.
Worse, in popular beliefs of the time, villeins were seen as low, crude creatures. In art they were deliberately depicted as ugly, because of their low status. Hence the rather unflattering portraits in the margins of ms such as the Luttrell Psalter. (This has meant that in modern French ‘vilain’ means ‘ugly’.) 





In one of the most famous books of the Medieval Ages, Les Tres Riches Heures, made for the Duke De Berry, one artist showed workers in the fields and drew them with great grace and delicacy.(Archaeology supports this, although women in the middle ages were often under-weight and so less than fertile, since in a peasant household the food had to go first to the plough-man and other heavy labourers.) 
The drawing to the left shows June hay-making and is from 
In contrast, the artist who depicts the traditional November scene of the swine-herd taking pigs

into the forest to fatten up has shown the peasants as rather crude - a reversion to 'type.' 

Again, this picture is taken from Les Tres Riches Heures.

The so-called lower orders were seen as having no entitlements. ‘Villeins ye are, and villeins ye shall remain,’ replied King Richard II after the brutal suppression of the Peasants’ Revolt in England in 1381. The church taught that a villein not doing his lord’s work was not only liable to be fined, but could also expect to go to hell. In church teaching of the time, there were three orders of mankind - those who fought (knights and nobles) those who prayed (the church) and those who worked (peasants and everyone else.) Guess which class was at the base of this pyramid?

Worse, villein women were vulnerable to rape and sexual exploitation by their ‘betters’ and no one complained. Andreas Capellanus, writing in the twelfth century, suggested to any knight seeking to embrace a peasant woman that he should ‘not hesitate to take what you seek and to embrace her by force’.

In verse as well as art the villein was depicted as crude, vulgar, stupid and sulky. Court records of the Middle Ages show villeins being fined for not turning up for work on their lord’s land. Any requested for better treatment was regard as the ‘malice’ of servants. ‘What should a serf do but serve?’ asked a monk. One belief of the time was that villeins were descended from Cain, the first murderer.

So perhaps it is not surprising that 'villain' has come to mean a person of evil deeds!

I explore the sometimes less than chivalrous attitudes of knights to peasants in my stories at Prairie Rose Publications, which you can find here.

Also in my forthcoming Anthology collection, "A Knight's Choice and Other Romances," I show how some medieval knights showed brutal behaviour to those less fortunate than themsleves.


Available from Prairie Rose Publications and free to read with Kindle Unlimited.
A Knight's Choice and Other Romances



Six wonderfully sweet medieval short romances in a single anthology. Perfect feel-good reading!


A Knight’s Choice—Morwenna must marry to satisfy her family’s ambitions. Her choice is one of two brothers, but which?
Midsummer Maid—The romance and magic of Midsummer works for everyone—including a beautiful dairymaid and a less-than-handsome woodsman.
The Philosopher and the Herbalist—A light-hearted Not-Beauty and Not-Beast tale, with a romantic twist.
The Bridal House—Alis is reluctant to marry. Her betrothed presents her a beautiful bridal house that might help her see matters in a happier light.
The Seal of Odin—A dark tale of romance set during the age of the Vikings and early Christianity. Sometimes, love is found where we least expect it.
Ugly Meg—Once pretty, now scarred, Meg lives and works in seclusion in Bath—but other jealous guild members are plotting against her.  Will fellow carpenter Matthew Warden come to her aid? If so, what will be his price?
Available from Prairie Rose Publications for pre-order, and free to read with Kindle Unlimited.

Also on Amazon com

Amazon UK 


Amazon Canada


This collection also includes details and an excerpt from my Prairie Rose Publications Romance Novel, Dark Maiden.


I hope you enjoy these!

Lindsay Townsend




Thursday, December 20, 2018

Book review: Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure by Lindsay Townsend

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Blurb:

Maggie’s younger brother, Michael, is kidnapped by outlaws, and it’s up to her to rescue him. Appealing to Sir Conrad, the grim steward of the northern English high lands, is the very last thing she wants to do. With the very real possibility that the outlaws know of Michael’s talent—the ability to open any lock, to reveal any treasure—Maggie races against time to find him before his usefulness to the outlaws is ended.

Sir Conrad desires Maggie from the minute he sees her—she makes him feel alive again—and that has not happened since the death of his wife. Though he hasn’t known Maggie before, a strange feeling of familiarity nags, and he agrees to aid the beautiful peasant girl in this quest of finding her brother.

Joining forces, Maggie and Sir Conrad form a tenuous bond. When an assassin attacks Maggie, the pieces of the puzzle begin to fit, and Conrad realizes that even Maggie doesn’t know the power she holds. But Conrad not only must keep Maggie safe, he must thwart the dangerous devices of his spiteful older brother, Richard, who has lately returned from crusade.

As love blossoms, Maggie and Conrad must protect one another. Evil is all around them, and doubt is a cruel enemy. Will their faith in each other keep them united? In the world of dangerous courtly intrigue, who is saving whom? Love is all that matters…but can that be enough?

My review:  

What do you get when you mix a resourceful, smart, and determined peasant girl with a good-hearted but tough knight? Sparks and insta-attraction that quickly ignite into something beautiful and sweet and worth fighting for!

Maggie is desperate to find her brother and is ingenious in finding help when she accepts she can't do it on her own.  Her drive, passion and smarts in working through both her desire to find her brother and her desire to pursue a relationship with Conrad captures your emotions.  Her skills in protecting others in her own way melts your heart and her worries about herself connects you closer to her.

Sir Conrad captures your attention with his honor, chivalry, and wisdom. But then he turns around and steals your heart with his protectiveness of Maggie - and in more ways that you think to expect.  Sometimes that care had some rough edges -which just made me love him all the more!  I adored falling in love with him along with Maggie and didn't want to let go when the last page was turned.

I appreciated how we got to see these two together from almost the first page.  I was charmed watching their insta-attraction grow into a forever bond.  We get to see things from both their perspectives and be in each of their heads, which I think added so much  more, because... after all... there's intrigue and danger and games at play within the ranks of nobility!

I was delighted to experience this Christmas story and get yet another wonderful taste of medieval story telling by a new-to-me author.  This longer novella delivers on the feels you'd expect from a longer length story, making it a wonderful holiday read!

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Friday, December 7, 2018

New Release — Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure by Lindsay Townsend

Maggie’s younger brother, Michael, is kidnapped by outlaws, and it’s up to her to rescue him. Appealing to Sir Conrad, the grim steward of the northern English high lands, is the very last thing she wants to do. With the very real possibility that the outlaws know of Michael’s talent—the ability to open any lock, to reveal any treasure—Maggie races against time to find him before his usefulness to the outlaws is ended.

Sir Conrad desires Maggie from the minute he sees her—she makes him feel alive again—and that has not happened since the death of his wife. Though he hasn’t known Maggie before, a strange feeling of familiarity nags, and he agrees to aid the beautiful peasant girl in this quest of finding her brother. 

Joining forces, Maggie and Sir Conrad form a tenuous bond. When an assassin attacks Maggie, the pieces of the puzzle begin to fit, and Conrad realizes that even Maggie doesn’t know the power she holds. But Conrad not only must keep Maggie safe, he must thwart the dangerous devices of his spiteful older brother, Richard, who has lately returned from crusade. 

As love blossoms, Maggie and Conrad must protect one another. Evil is all around them, and doubt is a cruel enemy. Will their faith in each other keep them united? In the world of dangerous courtly intrigue, who is saving whom? Love is all that matters…but can that be enough?

EXCERPT

     Sir Conrad, the steward of the forest high lands, glowered at the latest miscreant to be dragged before him in the great hall of the northern sheriff’s castle. A castle that has never felt like my own, for all I am reluctant steward here.  
     Despite his instructions, Sir David, his under-reeve, would bring the wretches up in chains, even the women. Conrad gripped his sword hilt to stop himself from punching David, and rose from his chair to approach the small, slight figure before him.
     “What, where, and who?” he snapped at his shorter, stockier, second-in-command. The woman—girl, really—did not flinch, which surprised him. 
     Conrad knew he was harsh, unsmiling in his manner. Since Joan had died three winters ago, leaving him a widower and bereft at the age of twenty-four, he had been unable to be anything but cold to anyone. He had no interest in brief affairs. I witnessed too much heartbreak from my father and brother and their parade of mistresses to do the same. Although this girl—
     Now he was looking at her properly, he recognized two things at once. The first was that he wanted her, wanted her badly, with a raw force he had not experienced since he was a squire. Is it the chains? I would chain her to my bed, if I could. She was delicate, with a fragile profile, sweetly upcurving lips, masses of glossy blonde hair and eyes as blue and big as a summer sky. She seemed both graceful and slender, and at the same time, determined—standing straight, poised as a dancer, facing life head on. 
     That was the second thing he realized. The girl was brave. Dressed in her mud-coloured gown, her dirt-spattered, travel-stained tunic and threadbare cloak, in rough leather boots that were splitting at the seams and looked too small for her, she watched him with the poise of a cat, all barely-hidden fire. 

     If she smiles at me I will be lost, and yes, I would certainly like to chain her to my bed. But why did she seem familiar? 


      

Thursday, August 10, 2017

New Release --- THAT SPECIAL SUMMER, MAID of the MIDLANDS, & MISTRESS of HUNTLEIGH HALL by Linda Swift

THAT SPECIAL SUMMER

When Paula's husband divorces her to “find himself”, she is devastated. To add insult to injury, he joins a band and begins to date a sexy young singer! Forced to start over in the job market, Paula returns to college for a degree in teaching Special Education.

Paula’s shattered ego receives a boost when two men show interest in dating her – Derek, a retired naval officer who’s back in college to qualify for a second career, and Greg, a wealthy businessman and philanthropist. Toss in a professor with a huge misconception, a campus stalker, and her daughter's upcoming wedding, and Paula's new world becomes more complicated than she ever dreamed it could be…

But re-inventing her life has some wonderful advantages she hadn’t expected. Falling in love again and starting over proves to be better than she could have ever imagined, and it all comes together in THAT SPECIAL SUMMER...


 MAID of the MIDLANDS

Sixteen-year-old Matilda’s placid life at Hafton Castle is turned upside down when she is chosen to be waiting-lady for the Queen of Scots. A queen who is brought to the castle as a “guest”… At the same time, Matilda falls in love with a handsome guard, Jondalar—who she is certain is “the one” for her.

But everything changes when Matilda learns that Jondalar has deceived her. He plots against the queen, and Matilda is forced to choose between her love for him and certain deadly betrayal of the woman she is obliged to serve. How can she make such a choice? Will she give up her love, or her honor—and how can she live with either decision?



MISTRESS of HUNTLEIGH HALL

~ The exciting stand-alone sequel to "Maid of the Midlands" from the award-winning author of "This Time Forever" Linda Swift ~

Wait for me…

Malcolm Gray asks only one thing of Alice Wykeham when he goes to sea. But ten long years go by, and Alice’s father will see her married—not to the man she loves, but to an elderly lord who is eager to claim her valuable dowry.

I’m here, my love…

Malcolm has been shipwrecked and severely injured. He remains in Amsterdam as he heals, then earns enough money to be able to ask for Alice’s hand. Though now successful, he returns to Hull too late to claim his true love. Still, he purchases a ship chandlery and stays nearby, watching over her without detection due to his changed appearance. 

When Alice’s younger sister, Mary, becomes pregnant and goes to Hull, Malcolm befriends her. But when Mary gives birth, Malcolm must end the charade and reveal himself when he sends for Alice—who wrongly assumes the child is his.

Treachery is afoot…

When Alice discovers the lord is involved in a treasonous plan to overthrow the king and has used her dowry for the cause, she must do something to avoid being caught up in his devious web herself! There can only be a tragic outcome for the Gunpowder Plot—and it could be the death of Alice, along with Malcolm, the only man she will ever love…

   
       

Thursday, August 3, 2017

New Release -- RavenHawke by Deborah Macgillivray

Dragons of Challon – Book Two

When needs and desires come crashing together on a Beltaine Night, Highland magic weaves a spell of love and destiny. . .

 Lovers in a Dream . . .

Damian St. Giles has awoken with a sore head from too much drink before; only imbibing in Pictish Mead proves to be a different experience.  Once he comes to, he finds himself naked and leg-shackled to a bed post, and no idea where he is or how he got there.  When the flame-haired beauty comes to him in the moonlight, he hardly knows if she is real, or a fantasy born of his deepest desires. 

Be Careful What You Wish For . . .

Lady Aithinne Ogilvie has an urgent need to get with child to protect her lands from the greedy King Edward.  So she sends forth her brothers to fetch her a man—one to do the deed.  Instead of finding some common serf, they abduct the cousin of the feared Black Dragon—Julian Challon!  Now, she has more troubles than she can handle.  She knows she must treat this handsome stranger as little more than a stud.  Yet, she cannot deny the instant bond between them—one that speaks to her heart.

“Like a bard of old, Macgillivray spins a tale of myth and magic, sexual tension and classic captive/captor romance.”  — The Romantic Times

“Deborah Macgillivray enchants romance fans and Medieval enthusiasts alike.  As readers, watching this series unfold in the Dragons of Challon and the Ogilvie figures, we see the birth of a Medieval legend being created in today's world.”   — Medieval Book Reviews

 EXCERPT 
     He stroked her hair and then pulled her to him as he rolled, holding her close.  “So long…  I have loved you.  I had begun to think you were not real.”
     “I am real.”
     His words were low, softly spoken against her hair as he nuzzled the side of her face.  “I dreamt of you.  When I closed my eyes I wished for the dream to visit me.  Even when I did not dream, I sensed you, wanted you, craved to be near you.  So long, I nearly gave up hope of finding you.  Then I saw you, saw you were mortal.  Only, it nearly crushed me to know you would never be mine.”
     Aithinne could not speak, so awed by his heartfelt words.  A side effect of the potion he had been fed―a man could only speak honesty when under its influence.  The words he offered came from his inner heart, where all truths lived.
     “You have seen me in your dreams?”  Barely able to breathe, hope surged within her.  Could this be?  Oh, please let it be!
     He leaned halfway over her, wrapping his thigh over hers as if to anchor her, make sure she did not slip away from him.  Rubbing his cheek along her jawline, he nuzzled her as a cat would.  “Since I became a knight.  Before my dubbing, I spent the night in reflection.  Fighting exhaustion, I prayed long into the dark hours of morn for God to guide me to be a knight true, and show me the path of my destiny.  A face came to me in the darkness, barely more than mist.  Details were not strong and I was so startled, I nearly lost the thread of the vision.  But I could see the eyes.  Your eyes.  I had no idea what your coming meant then.  Later, you appeared again―when I was wounded in battle, your presence visited me.  This time, my sight was clearer.  I saw your golden hair, shimmering as if kissed by fire.  When I thought I might die, you soothed my brow and told me I could not give up.  I have loved you, hunted for you.  No man could love a woman as I love you.”

      

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Change was Good: Plague and the end of Medieval Europe

This is the last of a six-part series about the Middle Ages with the goal of giving casual readers of medieval romances a better understanding of the time period. Today's topic is the Black Death and end of the Middle Ages.

Previously
In First the Fall, Then the Barbarians, we discussed the macro trends of the early medieval period and how they set the foundation for the Early Middle Ages. We painted kings and knights with a broad brush and learned the benefits of political stability in Huzzah! Knights, Kings and Living the High Life. We looked at war and social change in Ideals of Chivalry and Realities of War and discussed the lives of medieval women in Wives, Mothers, and Nuns. We considered the difference between ‘the church’ and ‘The Church’ in The Desire for God, Power, and Learning.


Some scholars put the beginning of the Renaissance—or the end of the Middle Ages—as early as 1215 with the reign of Frederick II, whose personality and intellectual curiosity heralded the Renaissance. Others put it as late as 1469, the year Lorenzo de Medici began ruling Florence and who could arguably be called the patron of the Italian Renaissance.

If I had to pick a date and defend it for a dissertation, I would argue for 1352, the year after the first wave of the plague burned itself out and the shattered survivors began the painful process of rebuilding their world.

The beginning of the End

Numerically, more died in the Spanish Flu epidemic between 1917-18, but total deaths were 3 percent to 5 percent of the global population.
Yersinia pestis, the bacteria associated with the Great Mortality, touched European shores in 1347, and in the course of five years, killed an estimated 50 million people from the Mediterranean to the North Sea. That’s 60 percent of the European population. In other words, every six out of 10 people living in Europe died; in some places, however, mortality was 80 percent. That would be 30 million to 48 million dead in California and 12,000 to 18,000 where I currently live.

Scholars will argue the exact number, but noodle the idea of at least half (if not more) of the people in your town dying of disease within a month. If you live in a town of 25,000, you will have ~15,000 people die in a few weeks. You have to find those people, bury them, divvy up their goods, and fill their place in the town’s social structure.

The Black death, also called Bubonic Plague because many victims suffered from swollen lymph nodes or buboes in the neck, armpit or groin, is often attributed to infected fleas biting humans after their preferred host, the black rat, died. However, based on the speed, virulence, and rapidity of transmission, many Plague scholars believe there were at least three strains of plague circulating Europe, including a pneumonic strain that appears to have been airborne.

Most scholars believe Yersinia pestis originated in central Asia and spread through China along the main east-west trade routes through commerce and war. It came to Europe in the fall of 1347 on Italian merchant ships fleeing Caffa (sometimes spelled Kaffa). In what might well be the most effective instance of germ warfare ever, when Mongol leader Jeni Beg realized he could not take the city because plague had destroyed his army, he lobbed the plague-riddled corpses over the wall, infecting those within the city (although rats came and went unimpeded by either army, so Jeni Beg can’t take all the credit or the blame). Defenders, fleeing plague, brought the disease to Marselles in the second week of September. By November, it was in Genoa, Venice and Pisa. These cities served as bridgeheads from which the plague conquered all of Europe.

Nothing to do but Wait and Pray

Horrifyingly, people knew it was coming. Stories arrived in a town or city weeks or months in advance of the assault. As people fled cities to avoid the plague (often bringing it with them) they told stories of thousands dead in a few weeks, of people dancing  in the morning, feeling ill in the afternoon, and being dead by evening, and of whole families lost and no one realizing it because their neighbors were dead, as well.

Surviving accounts tell us of mass burials and wild pigs and dogs digging up the shallowly buried corpses and of rivers being consecrated to handle the dead because a city ran out of land and people to bury its dead. One Italian man wrote of burying his wife and five sons with his own hands.

Modern epidemiologists may debate the exact cause of the Plague, but the key point from a societal point-of-view is simply this: all efforts to contain or stop the plague failed.
  • Medicine failed.
  • Human sacrifice failed (i.e. the slaughter of thousands of urban Jews accused of poisoning wells to kill Christians).
  • Prayer failed.


As a result of the horror and the failure of social systems to contain the suffering, the plague altered how people saw themselves and each other, weakened their faith in institutions and God, and bestowed unprecedented opportunities for mobility and prosperity on survivors.

Loss of Faith

As we discussed in an earlier post, the church (local parish priests and monks) and The Church (the institution) were the driving force of medieval society, but when society turned to the church in both forms for comfort, for answers, for intercession, the Church failed. It could neither offer answers nor comfort for the dying. Many churchmen fled their posts in an attempt to save their own lives and those that stayed, usually died.

Then—as now—people searched for reason behind the plague and in the absence of answers, many people believed the plague was divine punishment for sins. When prayers, votive churches, and the various fasts days called for by the Church failed to even slow the plague, people began to question the righteousness of the church and its divine role in society. This change in perception weakened people’s faith in the church, which led directly to the Reformation, as well the Enlightenment, separation of Church and State, the idea of upward mobility and concept of to individual liberty.

It also changed individual lives—often for the better.

Moving on Up

To be honest, if you survived plague, your life was almost immediately materially better off than it had been or would have been if the Black Death hadn’t overrun Europe. That’s harsh, especially to the millions who died horrific deaths, but it’s also true.

Prior to 1347, Europe was over-populated and culturally stagnant. The 12th century intellectual blossoming that led to the High Middle Ages had faded. Social mobility had come to a standstill and Europe struggled to feed itself, which means the majority of the population was malnourished and one bad harvest from starvation.

As Plague wiped out the population, many people found themselves the sole heirs to their extended family. When consolidated, this inheritance was often substantial enough to change the life of the survivor. This wealth included food animals as well as tools (looms, hence the word heirloom) and money. Food was no longer scarce or unaffordable, which means diet and overall health improved, as well.

Our survivors had health and wealth, skills that were in demand, and an understandable skepticism of the church. They could afford to educate their children. They were willing to risk their noble lord’s wrath and move to the city or to another estate where that lord offered a relief of heriot and daily wages, and were no longer content with their place in the Great Chain of Being. They were needed enough by society that they could ignore efforts from the nobility and the church to reinstitute “traditional values,” and efforts to put the lower orders back into their place failed.

Many of the social changes brought by the plague would have happened anyway, but probably not for another century or two. What the plague did was concentrate these changes into a few painful decades.

A New Outbreak

The plague resurfaced in Europe every decade or so until 1666, but we are not free of the bubonic plague. An outbreak occurred in the early 19th century in China and southeast Asia. Much of our medical knowledge of the plague comes from this outbreak.

And in 1994, bubonic and pneumonic plague surfaced in Surat India, killing only 56 people thanks to the quick and efficient response of India's government and modern antibiotics. Of note, however, is how people reacted to this outbreak. As with the 14th century outbreak, Doctors and nurses refused to treat the sick. People fled the city of Surat in packed trains going to New Delhi and other cities. The plague traveled with them. Others blamed local Muslim populations for poisoning the city’s water supply. Sigh.

About 20 people in the U.S. are infected with plague every year and a few die, mostly because the medical community doesn’t recognize symptoms in time.

If you’d like to learn more about the plague, let me know and I can most links and suggestions in the comments. Overall, though, the clearest learning from a study of plague, is simply this: individuals are fragile, but humanity is resilient.

I hope you have enjoyed this blog series of medieval Europe. I have only skimmed the surface of long and complex time period, so please ask questions. However, I am on a plane from Hawaii today, so feel free to discuss among yourselves until I land stateside.


Keena Kincaid writes historical romances in which passion, magic and treachery collide to create unforgettable stories. Her books are available from Prairie Rose Publications and Amazon. For more information on her stories, visit her Amazon page, her website, or Facebook.