Richard having little faith in Tancred’s ability to behave himself had taken the precaution of taking Joan with him.  As the ship left Messina, Richard, standing on deck, surveyed the calm Mediterranean waters and reflected on his first mission on foreign soil.

The king felt a sense of ‘mission accomplished’ but there were some lingering feelings of possible regret.  With his faithful retainer Ranulf at his side, Richard, squinting into the horizon tugged at his beard and said:

‘You know Ranulf, I really had to stop and put that bounder, Tancrad in his place. I really had!’

‘Verily sire, these Sicilian characters are a very slippery commodity. His conduct towards the Princess Joan was an act of  intolerable indecency. ‘Tis good that he was hurt where it hurts most, the purse.’ The funds extracted from his foul paws will be put to good use and all in the name of God’!

‘Yes, Ranulf, you speak with wisdom. However I am still a little troubled at my behaviour towards the Princess Alice. I was brought up to be a chivalrous knight, but I was a little less than gallant towards Philip Augustus’ sister. But when I looked upon her countenance ….I ..I saw…….’

‘The face of a dog, sire.

‘I fear that you are right, Ranulf.  I know that a prince cannot marry for love and goodness knows, mistresses there are aplenty, and of them good use can and does be made. However it must always  be remembered that a king  does have a duty to produce an heir, and…..but my God, there are limits! It would have required an effort of truly herculean dimensions!’

‘No night would have been dark enough, sire, nor the interior decor of any boudoir  black enough to facilitate the satisfactory conclusion of the required deed. As you so rightly say, sire, duty does have limits but these do not stretch to infinity.’ 

‘Never a truer word spoken, Ranulf!’ King Philip Augustus was somewhat indignant at the hurt caused to his sister, the lady Alice but thankfully he was mollified by the 10, 000 marks that I gave him in compensation.’

‘ T’was money well spent, sire. Gold and silver never served a better purpose. In any case it was coins squeezed out of that wretched Sicilian cur, Tancred, which remedied the unfortunate situation!’

‘By God’s teeth, Ranulf, your words ring with the truth of the almighty. Tis done, we to the Holy Land, and God speed!’

One potential bride down, but another appears Richard’s mother, the redoubtable Eleanor had been indulging in the age old practice of match making.

Eleanor of Acquitaine.

Eleanor (Bonny Mama) had joined her favourite son in Sicily, but she did not arrive unaccompanied.  Bonny Mama had with her a nuptial package for Richard, Berengaria of Navarre.  The Princess had a comely appearance, and the Lionheart purred with satisfaction.

‘It’s going to be a great spring !

Bonny Mama has done an incredible thing!

She has introduced me to a really great girl

With whom I will dance the holy nuptial twirl!’

We will wed in Cyprus with a feast, where we will all wine and dine!

Followed by an action packed honeymoon in ancient, sunny Palestine!

This sounds good and everything will be fine!’

Berengaria of Navarre.

There was however a hitch which proved to be a blessing in disguise. The area was hit by a storm which shipwrecked a number of the fleet on to the shores of Cyprus. The ruler, Isaac Comnenus imprisoned the survivors, and worse still would not grant free passage to the ship carrying the King’s fiancee, Berengaria, and sister Joan into the harbour in Cyprus. They were left in the waters outside of the island bereft of essential supplies. Was this any way to treat women of royal blood? This was an impertinence unheard of!  What was it with these Mediterranean princes? Tancred had been bad enough but this fellow, Isaac, was if anything worse.  Richard resolved to terminate Isaac’s command.

The crusader army very quickly conquered the island and Isaac was soon captured. This had two important consequences. Firstly, it meant that Richard had the pick of any of the plum venues that the island had to offer in which to hold his marriage to Berengaria. This, as befits its importance promised to be a most sumptuous affair and it most certainly was. Secondly, the island’s position in the eastern Mediterranean made it of great strategic significance as a launching pad for conducting military operations in the middle east. Indeed successive English/British governments would hold the island for centuries for this very reason.

The pleasantries of the nuptials most pleasantly concluded and the island safely secured for his own strategic interests, Richard set sail for the Holy Land.

‘I gotta say! Thanks dad!

I was not always a good lad!

There were times when I acted awful bad and made you feel sad!

But!  Right now you! Yes you,  have made me feel, well  so, so real  glad!

With the Saladin Tithe, you left with me one mighty purse!

With that I will go to the Holy Land and remove this dreadful curse!’

 Henry II’s  ‘Saladin Tithe’ had brought in much needed revenue for Richard’s proposed middle eastern military project.  However, as countless leaders of every nationality have discovered, foreign affairs have an irritating  habit of throwing up expenses of a totally unexpected and extremely costly nature.  As the talented military commander that he was, Richard was only too aware of this, so he decided that there was to be no taking of chances.  On this one he had to be sure.  So, what to do?  The newly crowned king raised funds through a massive sell-off of castles, titles and lands with which to augment the ‘Saladin Tithe.’  In fact, he is reputed to have said:

‘I would sell London if I could find a buyer.’

By the following year, Richard had assembled a large army and a huge fleet with which to convey his forces to Palestine.

Richard and his occasional ally, King Philip Augustus, decided to make the crusade a joint venture.  However, a certain frostiness had latterly crept into their relationship.  The French king had asked for some lands from Richard that he believed were rightfully his.  Richard did not agree and ensured that the defences in the disputed territories were strengthened in order to repel any attack which might come from the French crown.

Philip Augustus being crowned in the presence of Richard’s father, Henry II.

At this time, Richard was betrothed to Philip Augustus’s sister, Alice.  One  might think that this fact would have engendered a little chuminess between the two monarchs. I n the long run it would prove to be the source of further conflict.

In July 1190, Richard’s grand army sailed from England and the governance of the kingdom was assigned to the capable William de Longchamp for the duration of the royal absence.

‘Richard with his great military host would travel east!

There in the Holy Land they would slay the infidel beast!

This noble deed was to be done in God’s name!

Failure to do so would bring unspeakable shame!

Victory there would ensure the Lionheart’s eternal fame!’

 

Richard’s army would travel by sea to the eastern Mediterranean because it would be quicker than by following the overland route.  Nevertheless the voyage would mean a large number of men living at very close quarters enduring the rigours of intense heat, maggot-ridden food, stagnant drinking water and debilitating seasickness.  Under such conditions, tempers will inevitably become frayed.  Richard was determined to keep discipline tight and misdemeanours  to an absolute minimum.

Richard’s fleet on the high seas en route for Palestine.

By all accounts this particular Mediterranean cruise went off without a hitch.  The punishment for slaying a fellow crusader was to be tied to the victim’s body and then cast overboard.

 The first stop of significance would be in Messina in Sicily. It concerned his favourite sister Joan, who was the widow of William II, King of Sicily.

‘Hello, Joan my sis!

You, I really do miss!’

I just can’t wait to give you an affectionate, brotherly kiss!’

Here Richard had business of a most personal nature.  The new king, Tancred  had treated Joan in the most appalling manner, keeping her as a prisoner.  The Lionheart was extremely close to Joan, so recriminations were inevitable.

Tancred, King of Sicily.

‘You have been bad to my lovely sister Joan!

Keeping her locked up, confined, all alone!

For this, I am sure going to make you moan and groan!

It might even mean you losing your lousy Sicilian throne!’

Joan of England

Richard’s presence precipitated Joan’s immediate release from confinement.  Now Richard made Tancred pay a hefty price for his ungallant conduct towards his sister, and this provided further resources with which to fight the Saracens.

‘ Your Sister! Your sister!

She! She’s your skin and blister!’

The Lionheart now behaved in a considerably less than gallant fashion towards the sister of Philip Augustus to whom he had long been betrothed.  He informed Philip that he was breaking off the engagement to Alice, as he had found a rather more suitable bridal proposition.

‘Sorry Phil, but sister Alice can never live as queen in my royal palace!

I do not wish to appear callous,

So please do not react with any act of malice!

You know,  just as we sweeten bitter offerings with a little honey!

So likewise please, in good faith accept this gift of money!’

The French king was outraged at this insult to his sister, but the forces under his command were no match for those at the Lionheart’s disposal.  Richard softened the blow by giving Philip 10,000 marks to compensate for his lack of gallantry.  Philip had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Thereafter, the relationship between the two monarchs would be characterised by an almost tangible coolness.

His business in Sicily completed, Richard departed the island on March 30th 1191.

The first of the Plantagenets, Henry now lies in the tomb!

The throne passes to his son, Richard, fruit of Eleanor’s womb!’

Henry died harbouring an extremely low opinion of Richard. At their last meeting the dying king was said to have cursed his heir for what he regarded as a gross betrayal.  Father and son were never to be reconciled. Nonetheless Richard went to pay his respects to the late monarch who was lying in state at Chinon.  There had been so much anger and anguish between the two, perhaps Richard could make some token of reconciliation with his father by some act of atonement as the old man lay dead. The gesture was to be rebuffed in a most unexpected and really quite disturbing manner!

‘Alas as everyone knows

The true sign would come through Henry’s  nose’

The moment Richard walked into the chamber where the body had been laid out, blood suddenly began to flood from the dead king’s nostrils. This was taken by contemporaries as a final sign of great odium by the dead towards the living as they themselves entered the afterlife.

‘ There are occasions when an expression of hate!

From those whom, so recently, were rendered late!

May verily serve to set an uneven record straight!’

However Richard was concerned only with matters of an earthly nature and to this end he moved swiftly. Protocol and practicality dictated that the ancient city of Rouen would be the first port of call.  Here, Richard would be invested as Duke of Normandy.

The arms of the Duchy of Normandy.

Richard then proceeded to England, the veritable jewel in his newly acquired crown, for his coronation.  The Lionheart was crowned King of England in Westminster Abbey on September 3rd 1189.  It was a momentous occasion and the first coronation in living memory.  The last had been his own father’s coronation in 1154.  Perhaps Richard thought of the coronation of that other great warrior, his great-great grandfather, William the Conqueror, whose grand coronation at the Abbey had been marred by sudden violence.  Unfortunately for Richard, his  great day at Westminster, just as William’s was,  would also be spoilt by some quite unexpected unpleasantness.

                                                       Prince Dickie becomes King Richard.

The figure of Richard, with his great height and his noble, military bearing must have enthralled those fortunate enough to be present.  The solemnities of the ceremony completed the new king, resplendent in his coronation robes, followed by his fawning entourage, moved in joyous procession to the elaborately decorated banqueting hall.  There within the tapestry adorned walls,  the dignitaries sat down to a sumptuous banquet for which no expense had been spared. As they feasted on course after endless course, they were entertained by the very finest of musicians and by singers of whom it is said, their voices constituted a true heavenly choir.

However the dulcet tones and exquisite harmonies from within the banqueting hall were soon drowned out by the sounds of the most appalling violence from outside!

The leaders of the local Jewish community had come to present Richard with gifts on his coronation but were denied entry into the royal presence. The crowds of Londoners gathered at the entrance took this as a cue to attack the unfortunate deputation and a number of the Jews were killed.  Richard was furious that his coronation celebrations had been spoilt in this way and immediately had some of the rioters executed. How dare these Londoners select the day of his coronation as a time to vent their fury on the indigenous Jewish community! Why had they not selected another less distinguished occasion to misbehave? Their timing was appalling and the whole thing really quite distracting to the guests enjoying the wonderful royal festivities.  It appears that Richard might have been more annoyed by the timing of the anti-semitic violence rather than the murders themselves.

‘After King Richard’s ceremony of royal coronation,

In the wake of the nation’s passionate acclamation!

These violent wretches had the poor manners to spoil the grand coronation meal!

For this Richard, made them from a gallows high, dance a final deadly reel!’ 

The incident appears to have ignited a foul storm of anti-semitic fury, which resulted in deadly pogroms that occurred as far north as the city of York.  Below is an image from the age showing the violence visited upon the Jewish people.

A contemporary image of the Jewish people being persecuted in medieval England.

Unlike his regal predecessors, Richard’s immediate ambitions lay far beyond the borders of his own lands or even that of his neighbours.  In 1187 an event occurred which shook the whole of Christendom to its very foundations.

The forces of Islam under the leadership of the Kurdish warrior, Saladin had overrun the Crusader states in Palestine and had captured the holy city of Jerusalem.  It is impossible for us now, to fathom the depths of consternation felt by Christians at what they regarded as a catastrophe of unimaginable dimensions.

The medieval city of Jerusalem

Richard regarded it his moral, religious and even spiritual duty to see that the Holy Land be wrestled from the armies of Islam and delivered back to Christendom.  He announced that he would take up the cross and wasted no time in preparing an army for an invasion of the middle east.  Indeed within a year Richard had departed for Palestine.  His speedy departure was facilitated somewhat less by his own logistical competence, but rather more by the prescience of his late father, Henry II.

When the Muslims had taken Jerusalem, Henry was still king and he too had declared his intention to join a crusade.  With a view to paying for this large undertaking, the old king had levied a tax, the ‘Saladin Tithe’ across his empire.  Henry had not lived to carry out his plan so the money lay unspent.  Above all things, Richard sought glory as a Christian warrior and his unlamented father, through his fiscal prudence had provided him with the means with which to achieve it.

The Third Crusade had begun.

Despite the formidable alliance arrayed against him, King Henry II would prevail.  A lesser man might have sued for peace but not the great-grandson of the Conqueror.  Henry conducted an extremely successful campaign, deploying an effective defensive strategy, decisively beating the Bretons and his nemesis, Louis, the King of France in the French theatre.  He skilfully defeated the opposition in England where the Scot, King William the Lion was attempting to expand his territory.

William I of Scotland

‘In England, the Scottish Lion decided that he would roam!

He wished to make the land of Northumbria part of his regal home!

His intentions were ignoble and foul!

Into battle, he led his men with a fearsome growl!

Captured at Alnwick by an English knight’s equestrian trick!

He was tied by the feet and dragged at the rear of a horse, enduring many a kick!’

The proud King of Scotland’s lofty ambitions would end in ignominious captivity.  The ‘Lion of Scotland’ was quite literally done with roaming; he was packed off over the channel to Henry’s castle at Falaise in Normandy where he was caged for five months.

The castle at Falaise.

Henry had won a momentous victory which established his hegemony across the continent. Although the rebellion was over, the brood were still brooding.

‘The eldest son, his father’s pride and joy!

Found that the life of a powerless king did fearfully cloy!

He demanded of his father what he thought was his by right!

He gathered his forces and proceeded to take up the fight!’

The eldest of the litter, young Henry, would simply not lie still and in 1183 got up on his hind legs to claw at his father once again. The ‘Young King’ rebelled again and during the course of his destructive tantrum, he plundered the rich shrine at Rocamadour.  The reason for this apparent sacrilege was not engendered by a desire to defile, but by the dire necessity to pay his mercenaries.  This being done, he then  then fell gravely ill with dysentery.

The shrine of the Black Virgin at Rocamadour.

Realising that death was near and thus his ambitions at an end, young Henry became racked with contrition and sent word to his father to come for one last visit of reconciliation. The young man requested that he be laid on a bed of ashes with stones laid at his head.

‘Ashes to ashes!

‘Dust to dust’!

This was the mark of the penitent, a stance that his father had himself adopted after the death of Thomas Beckett.  Young Henry felt that, given the considerably less than satisfactory circumstances, this was the only possible manner in which to greet his father.

Alas, the old king suspected a trap and declined his son’s invitation to visit, but nevertheless he sent him a sapphire ring once worn by his grandfather, Henry I as a sign of forgiveness.  Young Henry died on June 11th 1183 and by doing so he united his parents, the ill-matched Henry and Queen Eleanor.  They who had quarrelled fiercely for so very long, heartbroken and languishing a great distance apart, they were nonetheless totally united in an all-consuming grief at the death of their son.

The final days.

Henry’s problems with his sons were far from over. His unloved son, the treacherous Geoffrey was killed on August 19th 1186 in Paris aged twenty-seven.  The unfortunate prince had become unseated during a jousting tournament and was trampled to death underneath the hooves of the horses.

Knights Jousting.

There was speculation that Geoffrey was not in Paris solely for purposes of a sporting nature. It has been suggested that he was visiting the King of France, Philip Augustus with a view to hatching yet another plot against his father.  Geoffrey’s untimely passing appears to have engendered little, if any mourning at the the family home, Chateau  Chinon where life continued curiously uninterrupted.  Geoffrey’s wife would be delivered of a son some six months after the fateful tournament.

Then there were but two!

This of course left two sons, heirs legitimised by virtue of the the sanctity of marriage. These were the thirty-two year old accomplished warrior and proven ruler of Aquitaine, Richard and his younger brother, the callow inexperienced youth, John aged nineteen.

Henry and Eleanor’s children, as they were.

All of the boys died young and the youngest, John would live the longest.

Endgame

Despite his father’s efforts, Richard had not been rehabilitated after the debacle of the ‘Great Rebellion of 1173’ and there had been further trouble following the death of the ‘Young King, ‘ Henry .

Richard in familiar mode.

It was now in 1189 that matters came to a head and the long saga of family feuding would come to a sad end.  With his older brother dead, Richard regarded himself as the sole heir to his father’s vast empire.  King Louis VII had also died and his son Philip Augustus had ascended to the throne of France.  The cast may have altered a little but the drama continued unabated. Richard now began to have reason to suspect that his father intended to disinherit him in favour of brother John. He was encouraged in this line of thinking by the King of France.  Philip wished to manipulate the family feud with a view to eventually incorporating the Angevin Empire into the kingdom of France.

Richard now demanded full acknowledgement of his rights as heir to the Angevin Empire but was rebuffed by Henry.  The son now decided on action and was enthusiastically supported by Philip.

Whilst having been stricken with sickness at his home town of Le Mans, Henry was faced with an attack from Richard aided by Philip.  In an attempt to counter their advance, Henry had the buildings outside of Le Mans set alight.  Unfortunately for Henry, at a most inopportune moment the wind changed, and the flames began to engulf the town itself.  Henry had no choice but to flee and from his vantage point on a nearby hill watched helplessly as his beloved birthplace was devoured by fire.

Already physically unwell, the episode at Le Mans had served to greatly undermine his emotional state and Henry agreed to a parley at Tours.  Here the old king, so sick that he could scarcely stand, met with his son for the last time. It was hardly a joyous reunion and Henry did not conceal his feelings of resentment towards Richard.  Nevertheless, he conceded all of his son’s demands albeit through gritted teeth.

His strength rapidly slipping, his mind shrouded in sorrow and harbouring notions of vengeance, Henry retreated to his sanctuary at Chinon. There in its hallowed halls, Henry lay supine and took stock of this veritable wheel of misfortune which had trapped him in a ghastly circle of unimaginable misery.  Perhaps he comforted himself with the thought that no further ill could possibly befall him. However, in this he was mistaken.

 

Here in his darkest hour he learnt that his youngest and favourite son, John had also deserted him. This would prove to be the cruellest and quite likely the mortal blow. The old king turned his face to the wall and uttered:

‘I care no longer for myself or anything else in this world.’

Henry would die on July 6th 1189 aged 56.  He was buried at the Abbey of Fontevrault close to Chinon where Eleanor and Richard would later join him.

 

‘Bringing it all back home!

‘Tis back to Chinon, we, as a family will always roam,

Therein lies the threat to my hard won throne!

For here in Chinon, from my seat of power, I might well be thrown!’

Thus spake King Henry, with a most heartfelt groan!’ 

 Henry ruled an empire which stretched from the Pyrennes in the south to Cumbria in the north and latterly to Ireland in the west.  An able ruler, Henry governed these lands in an efficient manner and successfully protected his borders from invaders.  However, home is where the heart is, and Henry’s lay at his beloved Chateau, Chinon in France.

Sainte Radegonde chapel, Chinon.

It would be quarrels of a domestic nature that would thwart Henry’s hopes and which would bring him years of exhausting warfare, including the destruction of his beloved birthplace, the city of Le Mans, shameful capitulation and a sad lonely death, deserted and betrayed by both his wife and his dysfunctional brood of heirs.

‘Good at coping with the threats from outside!

Rather less so in dealing with the dangers from the inside!

Their time, his treacherous sons would bide’!

He had been a fine monarch and father and would bequeath his sons a rich inheritance!

The source of this intolerable sorrow was Henry’s decision to divide his sprawling empire amongst his sons.  Like the talented corporate manager that he was, Henry laid his plans for the future in good time and with mathematical precision.

Henry’s sons numbered four.  Henry, the eldest would receive the jewels in the crown, England, Normandy and Anjou.  Richard would receive  his mother’s birthplace of Aquitaine, befitting as he was her favourite son.  Geoffrey would be granted Brittany; and John, the newly acquired lands in eastern lreland.  Very much a mixed bundle of packages, but a collection which reflected medieval custom and protocol.

‘Decision! Precision! Perdition!

The eldest was Henry, perhaps the sibling most dear to his father’s heart, but he would die young as would the third son of the ‘devil’s brood’, Geoffrey.  The second son Richard, his mother Eleanor’s favourite, and formidable soldier who would eventually inherit his father’s empire. The youngest, John ‘Lackland’ so called as he inherited none to speak of from Henry at first.  He too would eventually become ruler of the Angevin empire through the deaths of his brothers. Unfortunately it was ‘easy come, too easy go’ as he would lose his father’s hard held lands!  John went from John Lackland  to John Loads of land and eventually,  John Lose-land! A King’s ransom was lost in the East Anglia sand!

‘Henry had been a good king ,

he expected that of his praises, his sons would sing!

No such thing!

These ungrateful boys were only concerned with the riches

that the end of their father’s reign, to them, would bring!’

Mum’s the word!  M’mm!  Mum ?

That was the problem!

Eleanor of Aquitaine was Henry’s wife and apart from the sons, she also  gave him an awful lot of strife!  The fresco below, which dates from the 12th century, depicts a number of figures , two of whom are crowned and one, a woman who has red hair.  Eleanor was renowned for her mane of golden hair, the hue of which was a fiery red. This was, as it is said, a perfect match for her temperament.

The fresco in Sainte Radegonde chapel, Chinon.

Henry, eldest son of Henry II

Henry’s plan for bequeathing his vast European empire to his brood  engendered a thoroughly unfortunate bout of teenage rebelliousness.  In 1170, Henry had taken the highly unusual step of crowning his eldest son, the sixteen year old Henry as King of England.  He did this because he wished to ensure that there would be no doubt concerning  the succession after he had died. However, Henry took the precaution of keeping all regal authority in his own hands.  In this way, the teenager could ease himself into the job by serving an apprenticeship which would allow him to craft the skills necessary to take up the reins of kingship when the time came.  However, the ungrateful youth saw things somewhat differently. He wanted the power of the throne with immediate effect.  When Henry decided to hand three of young Henry’s castles to the youngest sibling, John, the youth fell into a fury.

In 1173 the young colt deserted the old warhorse and with his loathsome brother, Geoffrey,  galloped to the stable of his father-in-law, the French king, Louis VII.  There he found a sympathetic ear as he vented his spleen about his father.  Louis had once been married to Henry’s mother, Elanor of Aquitaine.  Louis’s words of sympathy masked a mind preoccupied with self-interest.  Louis encouraged the young king to mount a rebellion against his father.

Louis VII of France on his marriage to Eleanor of Aquitaine.

There were others who were only too pleased to assist the young man in this unworthy endeavour.  His brother, the formidable Richard, King William the Lion of Scotland, assorted barons as well as the King of France lined up to march under young Henry’s banner against his father. Even his mother, the redoubtable Eleanor slipped out of house arrest in an attempt to offer her son moral support against his father.  The ‘Great Rebellion of 1173’ had begun.

Strongbow! You are now on your way west!

Ensure that your actions are characterised by the utmost zest!

 

Henry had been happy for Strongbow to go to Ireland and had wished him every success. The problem was, Strongbow had been too successful.  Would Strongbow now establish a kingdom which could rival and threaten his kingdom of England?  Henry decided to nip any such emerging problem in the bud.

The King feared that the seeds of trouble, Strongbow would sow!

Henry would now act to prevent the emergence of any potential foe!

There was no choice, to Erin’s fair shores he must now go!

 

However Henry would have to persuade his barons that a foray to Ireland was a good idea.

Henry makes his nobles an offer that they cannot refuse!

He will tell them that they have everything to win, nothing to lose!’

 

He gathered them together for a sit down and banquet at Chinon in Normandy.  After a superb dinner of locally sourced venison, Henry made his pitch.  In doing so, he evoked the memory of their respective great-grandfathers. The dialogue probably went along these lines:

‘My proposition to you is the same as my great grand father, William the Conqueror, made to your great-grandfathers here in Normandy about invading England in 1066!

After giving him a hand at that skirmish over there at Hastings they were handed a real estate portfolio that surpassed their wildest dreams!

I propose that we deal with the Irish in the same way that our great-grandfathers dealt with the English! We win a battle, after which we erect a motte and bailey castle, and then move on to the next Irish tough guy!

There were murmurs!

‘Sire, those Irish are known to be savage beyond belief!’

Another:

‘Even the Romans left them alone’!

Yet another:

They are rumoured to be man-eaters!’

Henry put down his goblet, wiped his mouth, rose to his feet and made his announcement.

‘If your great-grandfathers had that attitude in 1066, you guys would still be hustling geese and onions in the mean streets around the market at Caen rather than lording it in your castles over in England!

I’m offering you and your families the best career opportunity in over a century!

If your answer is no!

You really don’t want to know!

Maybe! Maybe, you’re right! It ain’t the way to go!

I can talk to someone else!

I have some Sicilian friends, of Norman descent, and when they smell wealth the word fear disappears from their lexicon!

I hear that Palermo is a little hot and overcrowded at this time of year’

‘Perhaps those Sicilian guys might feel the urge to relocate!

Should they wish to…

In that case some Irish territory, to them, I might well  allocate!’

The barons decided to follow their monarch. The king now made plans for a trip west.  A formidable military force was assembled and Henry landed at Waterford in October of 1171.

Henry landing in Waterford, October 18th 1171.

As their great-grandfathers had done a century earlier against the English, the Anglo-Normans would defeat the Irish tribes in battle and then construct a motte and bailey castle. When the local clan chief had been pacified by whatever means necessary,  the Anglo- Normans would divide the best land amongst his followers. There was no shortage of takers from England. Real estate opportunities were hard to come by during that time, and many were only too happy to make the journey to the ports of Bristol and Chester to travel to Ireland.

The long and troubled relationship between the two countries had begun.

A motte and bailey castle.

 

Illustration of an ancient Irish brooch.

 

The year of 1171

did not bring Henry a huge amount of fun!

Although the new year of 1171 was one that did not start at all well for Henry,  it proved to be a time that was one of the most important of his reign.  Beckett’s death had made the great palaces of France and England a little less welcoming than hitherto.  At mass, the priest would cast him brief, but intensely resentful glances.  During special ceremonies the bishops would huddle together, muttering amongst themselves whilst glaring at him from behind their croziers; then falling strangely and totally silent when he came close, their heads bowed as if deep in prayer.

The atmosphere was oppressive and Henry felt that he had to get away from the miasma of resentment and latent hostility which permeated his royal domains.  The master of his vast territories? He felt like a trespasser when dwelling in his many palaces, he simply had to flee!

I simply have to flee! Yes flee!

Can ye not see?

It is elsewhere, anywhere, I must be!

Ironically it was actually the Church which provided him with the perfect avenue with which to do so.

Pope Adrian IV.

The Vatican had long been expressing concern about the state of the Church in Ireland.  Pope Adrian, the only English Pope, had wanted Henry to launch a crusade to Ireland way back in 1155.  The Pope is said to  have sent the young King this papal bull in which he encouraged Henry to go to Ireland.

‘Thou hast signified to us, indeed most beloved son in Christ, that thou’s dost desire to enter into the island of Ireland, in order to subject the people to the laws and to extirpate the vices that have there taken root…’

 

The young Henry would have  been only too happy to comply with the Pope’s wishes but his mother, the formidable Matilda still exerted considerable influence over her  son and she effectively vetoed the idea.  MUM’S THE WORD! The proposal was shelved.

Then something occurred that put the matter back on the agenda.

In 1166, Dermot MacMurragh had been deposed as king of Leinster by the High King, Rory O’Connor.  Dermot fled to the court of Henry II with a view for asking for assistance in regaining his kingdom.  At this point Henry was somewhat indifferent to events in Ireland but he allowed Dermot to recruit mercenaries and encouraged his people to aid Dermot.  In return for this help, Dermot agreed to swear an oath of loyalty to Henry.

 

Dermot swears fealty to Henry II.

‘Tis amazing what you can achieve by swearing loyalty to royalty!

At King Henry’s feet I did kneel!

A firm promise, the King and I did seal!

King Henry offered me a very good deal!

Rory O’Connor, with you, I am going to get real!

A number of Welsh-Norman noblemen offered to help Dermot in his endeavour; prominent among these was Richard de Clare, the earl of Pembroke also known as Strongbow.  Dermot had offered Strongbow a deal whereby  in exchange for his help, Dermot would give his daughter, Aife in marriage to the nobleman and name him his heir as king of Leinster.  Strongbow leapt at the offer. In 1170, Dermot and Strongbow had a number of military successes and they had indeed regained control of Leinster.  In May 1171 Dermot died, and Strongbow, in a blatant breach of Irish hereditary custom, declared himself King of Leinster.

Seal of Richard de Clare, Strongbow.

Henry, watching events from Normandy, took the view that Strongbow was attempting to establish a rival Norman kingdom in Ireland that could pose a threat to his English realm. The King concluded that it was now time for Ireland to receive it’s first royal visit from the English crown, whose King was actually a Frenchman. Why not, he even had a papal blessing to do so!

 

 

Twelve  merry fun-filled Christmas nights?

No!  Four very well-armed, murderous knights!

Some items of the knights hand luggage on their journey from Calais to Dover.

The four knights who took it upon themselves to travel to Canterbury that fateful Christmas were:Richard Brito, William de Traci, Reginald fitzeUrse and Hugh of Morville. They were devoted to Henry and his hurt was their hurt.  These men were intent on making Beckett an offer that he could not possibly refuse!

‘An offer from the king that I can’t possibly refuse?

In my position as Archbishop, I have absolutely nothing left to lose’!

( Thomas Beckett).

 

They would attempt to persuade Beckett to withdraw the writs of excommunication that he had issued upon the bishops loyal to Henry.

The Archbishop must submit to our gracious sovereign’s will!

If not, we will have no choice but to go in for the kill!

These men were angry!  They had had to leave the comfort of the royal palace at the height of the festive season and travel the sea in the middle of winter!  The copious amounts of food and drink that they had consumed at the Christmas celebrations would almost certainly have ended up adorning the waves of the English Channel, as the currents swung their little ship to and fro, making them impossibly ill with sea sickness.

As the night sky was filled with the sound of thunder

More than one Norman knight did violently chunder!

However, the experience could not have served to cool their hostility to the errant Archbishop.

‘For this sickening  inconvenience, Beckett is going to pay! 

And almost certainly before this coming New Year’s Day’!

The knights arrived at Canterbury on December 29th and it appears that their arrival in the city did not come as a total  surprise. The clerics urged Beckett to flee, but the Archbishop rejected their heartfelt pleas and resolved to stand his ground on the flagstones of the Cathedral.

Beckett stood unflinchingly as the knights came into his presence. His stance clearly conveying an uncompromising defiance in the face of a superior, malignant force.  After an acrimonious exchange, fitzurse moved forward and struck a blow to Beckett’s head. His companions also unsheathed their swords and the Archbishop was brutally and swiftly slain, his brains flowing across the Cathedral floor.

A scene depicting the manner of Beckett’s death.

‘His great intellect now but mere grey matter flowing across the sacred floor!

The four assassins turned on their heels and marched out through the Cathedral door!

Leaving behind them, a scene of unimaginable gore’!

All Christendom shuddered.  Henry retreated into a stupor of total shock. Whatever Henry may have said about Beckett at the Christmas festivities in Normandy, he was distraught with grief when he learnt of the Archbishop’s death. The king claimed that the words uttered that fateful Christmas night were not meant as orders to harm the Archbishop. Nevertheless he would be held responsible for Beckett’s death.

In order to receive absolution!

Henry would have to accept retribution!

Ouch!

Henry agreed to the Pope’s demand to modify the Constitutions of Clarendon in the Church’s favour.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

At Thomas Beckett’s tomb, your majesty, you gotta crouch!

In August of 1172 Henry did penance by walking barefoot to Beckett’s tomb in the Cathedral where he had been slain while monks whipped his bare back. Only then did Pope Alexander grant Henry absolution for the horrific act.

The king must be scourged!

If his heinous sin is to be purged!

 

Very soon, Beckett’s tomb became a place of pilgrimage for Christians who claimed that miracles had occurred there. For almost four hundred years, pilgrims  would visit and leave objects of value as offerings  to St Thomas, ‘God’s holy martyr’.  In the sixteenth century another king Henry, the eighth of that name would desecrate and close the shrine and rob it of the huge amount of valuables so piously offered by so many pilgrims.

Henry VIII.

All he does is stand and smile!

After performing an act at Canterbury so mean and vile!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The King and his court come together to celebrate Christmas and New Year!

But for Henry, later events would cause him to shed many a tear!

 

It was Christmas 1170 and Henry was taking stock of the year. The twelve days of this feast would have been a truly sumptuous affair. He celebrated with his Queen, Eleanor of Aquitaine, who had once been married to the King of France, Louis VII.  Eleanor, who was a woman of great passion, once remarked of Louis that she had’ not married a King but a monk’.  Her second husband Henry, was certainly no monk.  The King, Eleanor and the princes and princesses were all together for the festivities.

Eleanor of Aquitaine (1122-1204)

During the feast, endless courses of venison and fowl and other delicacies were consumed with relish.  The quality of the various wines was exquisite, and were drunk by the barrel as the court watched the entertainment.

However, King Henry was annoyed at the conduct of the Archbishop of Canterbury whom he had appointed. The king and the Archbishop, Thomas Beckett (Tom Becs) had now seriously fallen out.

 

We cannot be entirely sure as to how Henry was actually thinking, but it could not have been too far from what is recounted below.

‘Not a bad year I suppose! I got my boy, my pride and joy, Henry crowned as junior king in May. The only trouble was that I had to get him crowned by that kindly old duffer, Roger, Archbishop of York. Of course it should have been the Archbishop of Canterbury, Tom Becs but he had been nowhere near the Cathedral in years! The old hound was sulking and  licking his wounds in France and snarling at anyone that he came across who was loyal to me.

The Pope has made me take him back and now he is prowling around the Cathedral grounds, cantankerous as a bear with an arrow shot through his vitals!  Anyway let’s just enjoy Christmas and here’s to 1171!

The royal princes, especially Henry and Richard, would have been soaking up the atmosphere as they watched the clowns and tumblers perform in the colourfully decorated surroundings. The tunes flowed forth from the instruments played by the musicians and everyone ate, drank and made merry.

The minstrels in the gallery

To the Christmas festivities, we have all made a start!

Now, let us all watch Roland take the major  part!

The highlight of the banquet was provided by a jester, one Roland le Fartere, whose prime duty was to provide the diners with an unusual entertainment in the form of a jump, whistle and then a breaking of  anal wind. It has to be remembered that it was the custom for the royal party to be served their dinner first. So Henry would have finished eating when Roland began his act but his courtiers were still at work with their meal.

Roland would leap around the Great Hall whistling and breaking wind as the courtiers enjoyed the wonderful cuisine However, the courtiers were less than impressed. The odours of his innards mingling with the aroma of the vast amounts meats and spices served.  The guests, some of the royal entourage must have felt a little nonplussed at this particular performance. Nevertheless Henry enjoyed Roland’s performance so much, that in return for this service he had given Roland a manor of 30 acres in Suffolk for a mere 12 nights work every Christmas.

‘Roland gleefully let loose his load of bowel perfume!

Twisting the nostrils of all and sundry in the room!

For simply making an almighty smell,

Didn’t Roland do incredibly well!’

The King was laughing so heartily that he could barely lift his head from the table, tears of absolute mirth streaming down his cheeks as he watched his guests recoiling in disgust as they attempted to eat their dinner. The king’s very sides were almost splitting as he, seated above and well away from the performance, surveyed the festive scene. Henry was merrily banging his fists down in sheer delight, he had never been more happy. Then something happened that stopped the festive merriment dead in its tracks.

Despite the huge amounts of Christmas booze ,

there then came news 

which would give Henry a bad dose of the blues!

Amidst all the carousing and and general hilarity came a group of men whose solemn expressions left any onlooker in no doubt that they were clearly in no mood to celebrate anything. They were bishops from England who had come to tell Henry about Beckett’s actions.

The King was furious and began ranting and raving about the ingratitude of the court!  He had given them all so much but they allowed him to be insulted ,

‘By a lowly born clerk’!

The guy’s a real 100%  jerk!

Well we all know where this renegade does lurk?

He is reputed to have said:

‘Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest’.

He’s an absolute, total unruly beast!

Tom Bec’s has ruined a most enjoyable Christmas feast!

There were four Knights present who, when they heard these words, quietly slipped away and began to pack for the journey across the channel to Canterbury. Their baggage was heavy! Very heavy!

In order to rebuild the fabric of the English nation!

Henry needed to restructure the country’s administration!

Henry was the sovereign of a sprawling empire which stretched from the Pyrenees in the south, to Cumbria in the north and later to the Shannon in the west.  Nevertheless, his initial priorities lay in England. The king  now had to restructure the government of England after the years of upheaval under Stephen.  Henry would build on the solid foundations laid by his grandfather, and of course in this endeavour, it was important to have men of talent at hand.

A man of great thought and reason!

In short, a man for each and every season!

When Henry was looking for a suitable person for the chancellorship, Archbishop Theobold recommended his assistant, one Thomas Beckett.  A flamboyant character, but an immensely able man who in modern parlance, would be described as a ‘problem solver, par excellence’.  Thomas proved himself to be an indispensable servant to the king and despite Thomas being fifteen year’s Henry’s senior, the two men became close friends.

Thomas Beckett.

In 1162, Henry appointed his friend as Archbishop of Canterbury. However a dispute soon arose which would destroy their friendship and have truly fatal consequences. In medieval times, the Church were allowed to try  clergy accused of breaking the law in their own courts rather in the king’s courts.  This often resulted in priests and others who worked for the Church, receiving much more lenient punishments than they would had they been tried in the King’s courts.  Indeed the king was told of clergymen committing serious felonies such as rape and murder. However their punishments had been extraordinarily mild. Henry was enraged at what he regarded as a dreadful case of double standards and demanded that any member of the clergy found guilty of an offence be subject to the same penalties as ordinary people.

If a priest is caught!

He shall be dealt with in the same way as an ordinary person in the King’s court!

To Henry’s great surprise and anger, Thomas disagreed, and stated that the king had no right to interfere in the affairs of the Church. In 1164 a council of clergy approved Henry’s position in a document, the Constitutions of Clarendon. The Constitutions of Clarendon stated that:

‘The ordinary criminal suffers amputation, mutilation 

and public humiliation’!

‘For too long the monkish rogue has suffered only a mild inconvenience and aggravation’! 

A bitter dispute developed because Beckett eventually refused to accept the document and he was forced to flee to France in 1165. Under pressure from Pope Alexander, Henry allowed Beckett to return in 1170 and it appeared that perhaps the quarrel could be put to rest.

Pope Alexander III (died 1189).

Instead it stoked the flames of their deep disagreement to an unimaginable degree.  While Beckett had been in France, Henry had had his eldest son crowned junior King of England.  Due to Beckett’s exile in France, Henry had Roger, Archbishop of York officiate at the coronation ceremony.  Beckett was furious, this task had always been the preserve of the Archbishop of Canterbury since time immemorial.

The coronation of Henry’s son.

 

Thomas said that the coronation of a King was the prerogative of the Archbishop of Canterbury and no one else. In his view the king had had no right to allow the Archbishop of York to crown his son. Beckett promptly excommunicated the Archbishop of York, and two other bishops. This was an act which he knew would enrage the king.

The die was now set, and somebody would have to die!