He’d passed the longest night of his life locked in mortal combat with his ghosts, calling up and then disavowing twenty years of memories. He would banish that bitch from his heart if it meant cuttin...
In turn, had agreed to end the continuing
Statecraft and kingship were not for the faint of heart
Indeed. But I was not thinking of his immortal soul, Matilda. I was thinking that history is chronicled by monks.
I would look dreadful in black.
Those who served both the Almighty and secular lords did their best to follow Jesus’s teachings and render unto Caesar the things which were Caesar’s, and unto God the things that were God’s, all the...
This was the moment he most loved about tourneying, that first glorious sortie with banners streaming, trumpets blaring, and the earth atremble with pounding hooves as hundreds of knights came togethe...
The book is Brittany and the Angevins: Province and Empire, 1158–1203, by Judith A. Everard,
She wanted to order him clapped in irons, as he so deserved. But she was stopped by what she saw in the faces of the watching men: disapproval, instinctive and involuntary, but disapproval, nonetheles...
He could still remember how breathtakingly beautiful Eleanor was that day. He'd have been content to gaze into her eyes for hours, trying to decide if they were green with gold flecks or gold with gre...
For whatever reasons—which had never interested him in his youth but which he sometimes pondered as an adult—the Angevin House had always taken Cain and Abel as role models.
Brother Euddogwy did not know how to respond to that, for only the Angevins would see a rebellion as an opportunity for brotherly bonding.
For he of all men knew how dangerously stubborn Henry Fitz Empress could be.There were faint bloodstains upon the tiles in Canterbury Cathedral testifying to that.
Yes, there were good memories, too, thirty-seven years of good and bad. Quarrels and reconciliations. Eight cradles and too many gravestones and Rosamund Clifford and power that rivalled Caesar’s, an...
Yes, but it can be no condescension for the son of a count to serve the son of a king.
We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?
Troubles may ofttimes be so dire that they cannot get better. But they are never so dire that they still cannot get worse.
There was even a small groundswell of sympathy for George, confined mainly among those who’d had no personal contact with him.
She might be that most unfortunate of women, a barren queen,
Messages continued to arrive from the Earl of Warwick, urging Londoners to hold firm for King Harry. Marguerite d'Anjou and her son were expected to land at any time, while from St Albans, Edward sent...