Lionheart A Novel

AFTERWORD

I am not going to include the star players here; the fates of the Angevins are already well-known to us and will be covered in my usual obsessive-compulsive detail in A King’s Ransom. So I am focusing upon the historical figures who are not as familiar, some of whom might not even surface if Googled.

Philippe Capet will have a major role in A King’s Ransom. His sad sister, Alys, was finally returned to France in 1195, and Philippe immediately married her to the teenage Count of Ponthieu. Alys was then thirty-five, but she was able to conceive, giving birth to a daughter. Philippe’s youngest sister, Agnes, known as Anna after her marriage to the Byzantine Emperor’s son, lived for the rest of her life in Constantinople, taking Theodore Branas, a Byzantine general, as her lover and then her husband. She had a daughter, but after that, she disappears from the written record.

The Holy Roman Emperor Heinrich von Hohenstaufen, his consort, Constance de Hauteville, and Leopold von Babenberg, the Duke of Austria, will be appearing again in A King’s Ransom.

Tancred reigned as King of Sicily for only four years. He struggled valiantly to stave off the threat posed by the Holy Roman Emperor, Heinrich, but his fledgling dynasty was doomed after the sudden death of his eldest son, Roger, in December of 1193. Tancred himself died in February of 1194, leaving as his heir a four-year-old son. His widow, Sybilla, was forced to yield to Heinrich, who was crowned as King of Sicily at Christmas. Soon thereafter, he conveniently claimed to have discovered a conspiracy and brutally executed a number of Sicilian lords. Sybilla and her children were sent to Germany, where she and her daughters were confined to a convent for years; they eventually managed to escape to France. Her little son was taken to a German monastery and was never seen alive again. There are several accounts of his tragic fate; the most credible says that Heinrich had him blinded and castrated, and he died in 1198.

Isaac Comnenus was held at the Hospitaller stronghold of Margat until 1194. Upon regaining his freedom, he began to intrigue against the Byzantine Emperor, Isaac II. He died circa 1196, said to have been poisoned. His second wife, Sophia, returned to Sicily in 1192, but nothing more is known of her after that. Anna, the Damsel of Cyprus, accompanied Joanna and Berengaria back to Richard’s domains; her subsequent history will be related in A King’s Ransom. Neither Sophia’s nor Anna’s names were recorded by the chroniclers. W. H. Rudt de Collenberg, the author of “L’empereur Isaac de Chypre et sa fille, 1155–1207,” an invaluable scholarly article about Isaac and Cyprus, speculated that his daughter may have been called Beatrice, for a Beatrice received a generous bequest in Joanna’s will, and several of the Damsel’s maternal ancestors bore this name. But two of Joanna’s ladies took the veil at Fontevrault Abbey after her death, and one of them was Beatrice, which refutes his theory. So I had to choose names of my own for Isaac’s wife and daughter.

Salah al-Dīn’s health continued to deteriorate and he died of a fever on March 3, 1193; Bahā’ al-Dīn ibn Shaddād reported that he’d given so much to the poor that there was no money to pay for his funeral. His sons fought over the succession, and in January 1200 his able brother, Malik al-’Ādil, was proclaimed the Sultan of Egypt. He had a successful reign and was succeeded by his son in 1218.

Guy de Lusignan did not govern Cyprus for long, dying in 1194. His brother Amaury managed to get the Emperor Heinrich to recognize him as King of Cyprus, a title Guy had not claimed, and the de Lusignan dynasty ruled the island kingdom for over three hundred years. Humphrey de Toron did not remarry; he apparently died soon after following Guy to Cyprus. I hope to deal with Balian d’Ibelin’s story at a later date.

Henri and Isabella had five happy years together before he was killed in a bizarre fall from a palace window at Acre in September 1197. Isabella was then wed to Amaury de Lusignan, Guy’s brother, now King of Cyprus. Isabella died in April 1205 at the age of thirty-three, having been widowed three times and divorced once. She and Henri had three daughters; one of them, Alice, would later marry a son of Amaury by his first wife and become Queen of Cyprus. Isabella’s daughter by Conrad, Maria of Montferrat, ruled as Queen of Jerusalem until her death following childbirth at age twenty.

The Third Crusade was considered a failure in Richard’s time because they’d been unable to recapture Jerusalem; Richard himself saw it that way, too. Ironically, successive crusaders adopted the military strategy he had wanted to pursue—assaulting Egypt. Richard did succeed in gaining the kingdom another hundred years of existence, until the fall of Acre in 1291.





AUTHOR’S NOTE

Richard I was never one of my favorite kings, although my knowledge of him was admittedly superficial. I saw him as one-dimensional, drunk on blood and glory, arrogant, ruthless, a brilliant battle commander but an ungrateful son and a careless king, and that is the Richard who made a brief appearance in Here Be Dragons . I saw no reason not to accept the infamous verdict of the nineteenth-century historian William Stubbs that he was “a bad son, a bad husband, a bad king.”

So I was not expecting the Richard that I found when I began to research Devil’s Brood. I would eventually do a blog called “The Surprising Lionheart,” for after years of writing about real historical figures I’d never before discovered such a disconnect between the man and the myth—at least not since I’d launched my writing career by telling the story of another king called Richard.

The more I learned about this Richard, the less I agreed with Dr. Stubbs. I think Richard can fairly be acquitted of two of those three damning charges. I loved writing about Henry II. He was a great king—but a flawed father, and bears much of the blame for his estrangement from his sons. Certainly both Richard and Geoffrey had legitimate grievances, and it can be argued that they were driven to rebellion by Henry’s monumental mistakes; see Devil’s Brood. I bled for Henry, dying betrayed and brokenhearted at Chinon, but he brought so much of that grief upon himself.

Nor was Richard a bad king. Historians today give him higher marks than the Victorians did. Yes, he spent little time in England, but it was not the center of the universe, was only part of the Angevin empire. After his return from his crusade and captivity in Germany, he found himself embroiled in a bitter war with the French king, and spent the last five years of his life defending his domains from Philippe Capet. The irony is that he has been criticized in our time for the very actions—his crusading and his military campaigns—that won him acclaim in his own world. By medieval standards, he was a successful king, and historians now take that into consideration in passing judgment upon him.

He was, however, a bad husband, his infidelities notorious enough to warrant a lecture from the Bishop of Lincoln. Note that I say he was taken to task for adultery, not sodomy. I discussed the question of Richard’s sexuality at some length in the Author’s Note for Devil’s Brood and will not repeat it here since this note is already going to rival a novella in length. Very briefly, the first suggestion that Richard preferred men to women as bedmates was not made until 1948, when it took root with surprising speed; I myself helped to perpetuate it in Here Be Dragons, for I’d seen no need to do in-depth research for what was basically a walk-on role. But the actual “evidence” for this claim is very slight, indeed. I’ll address this issue again in A King’s Ransom, for that is where Richard will have his famous encounter with the hermit. The research I did for Devil’s Brood inclined me to be skeptical, and I am even more so after finishing Lionheart, for I had not realized the intensity of the hatred between Richard and Philippe. The French chroniclers accused Richard of arranging the murder of Conrad of Montferrat, of poisoning the Duke of Burgundy, of plotting to kill Philippe by sending Assassins to Paris, of being bribed by the “godless infidels” and betraying Christendom by allying himself with Saladin. So why would they not have accused him of sodomy, a mortal sin in the Middle Ages, and a charge that would have stained his honor and imperiled his soul? If they’d had such a lethal weapon at hand, we can be sure they’d have made use of it.

Berengaria has remained in history’s shadows, a sad ghost, a neglected wife. She has not received the respect she deserves because her courage was the quiet kind; she was not a royal rebel like her formidable mother-in-law. She has been called a barren queen, unfairly blamed for the breakdown of her marriage. Since I knew of her unhappy marital history, I was somewhat surprised to discover that the marriage seems to have gotten off to a promising start. Because Richard shunned her company after he recovered his freedom, I’d assumed this was true in the Holy Land, too. But Richard actually went to some trouble to have her with him when he could. It would have been easier and certainly safer to have had her stay in Acre instead of bringing her to Jaffa and, then, Latrun. We cannot be sure what caused their later estrangement, but I have some ideas; as a novelist, I have to, don’t I? I think we can safely say, though, that the greater blame was Richard’s.

What surprised me the most about Richard the man as opposed to Richard the myth? I already knew he was almost insanely reckless with his own safety, so it came as something of a shock to learn that he was a cautious battle commander, that he took such care with the lives of his men. It is a fascinating paradox, and one which goes far toward explaining why he was loved by his soldiers, who seemed willing “to wade in blood to the Pillars of Hercules if he so desired,” in the words of the chronicler Richard of Devizes.

It also surprised me to learn that his health was not robust, that he was often ill, for that makes his battlefield exploits all the more remarkable. The Richard of legend smolders like a torch, glowering, dour, and dangerous. But the Richard who comes alive in the chronicles had a sardonic sense of humor, could be playful and unpredictable; Bahā’ al-Dīn reported that he habitually employed a bantering conversational style, so it wasn’t always easy to tell if he were serious or joking. And while I’d known he was well educated, able to jest in Latin and write poetry in two languages, I admit to being impressed when I discovered him quoting from Horace. Even his harshest critics acknowledge his military genius; he hasn’t always been given enough credit, though, for his intelligence. The mythical Richard is usually portrayed as a gung ho warrior who cared only for blood, battles, and what he could win at the point of a sword, but the real Richard was no stranger to diplomatic strategy; he was capable of subtlety, too, and could be just as devious as his wily sire.

But I was most amazed by his behavior in the Holy Land, by his willingness to deal with the Saracens as he would have dealt with Christian foes, via negotiations and even a marital alliance. As tragic as the massacre of the Acre garrison was, it was done for what he considered valid military reasons, not because of religious bias, as I’d once thought. However serious he was about offering Joanna to al-’Ādil, it was revealing that he’d entertained an idea that would have horrified his fellow crusaders, and it is impressive that he managed to keep it secret; we know of this only because the Saracen chroniclers reported it. He was not the religious zealot I’d expected. The man who was the first prince to take the cross refused to lay siege to Jerusalem, alarmed his own allies by his cordial relations with the Saracens, and although he believed they were infidels, denied God’s Grace, he respected their courage. According to Bahā’ al-Dīn, he formed friendships with some of Saladin’s elite Mamluks and emirs, even knighting several of them. That was the last thing I’d have imagined—knighting his infidel enemies in the midst of a holy war?

I don’t expect Lionheart to change the public perception of Richard I any more than The Sunne in Splendour could compete with the Richard III of Shakespeare. But I do hope that my readers will agree with me that this Richard is much more complex and, therefore, more interesting than the storied soldier-king. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so surprised by what my research revealed. As an Australian friend Glenne Gilbert once observed astutely, “There had to be reasons why he was Eleanor’s favorite son.”

War was the vocation of kings in the Middle Ages, and, at that, Richard excelled; he was almost invincible in hand-to-hand combat, and military historians consider him one of the best medieval generals. It was in the Holy Land that the Lionheart legend took root, and his bravura exploits won him a permanent place in the pantheon of semimythic heroes, those men whose fame transcended their own times. Even people with little knowledge of history have heard of Caesar, Alexander, Napoleon—and Richard Lionheart. This would have pleased Richard greatly, for he was a shrewd manipulator of his public image.

But if Richard is the best-known medieval king, he is also the most controversial. His was an age that gloried in war and that jars modern sensibilities. The darkest stain upon Richard’s reputation is the killing of the Acre garrison. It certainly contributed greatly to my own negative feelings toward Richard, especially after I read in Stephen Runciman’s A History of the Crusades that the families of the garrison were slain, too. Human beings are conditioned to react to numbers; we find the deaths of two thousand six hundred men more shocking than the death of one man or a dozen. And the deaths of noncombatants is particularly reprehensible. So when I wrote Here Be Dragons, I was not at all sympathetic to Richard, repulsed by the blood of so many innocents on his hands.

More than twenty years later, when I began to do extensive research about the man, I was astonished to learn that the story of the killing of the women and children has no basis in fact. It first struck me that Runciman cited no source for his statement, and that really surprised me, for this is such a basic tenet of historical research. I then found that only older books like Runciman’s (which was written more than fifty years ago) made the claim that the families were killed, and not a single one offered any evidence to substantiate this accusation. This charge is not found in any of the more recent histories, including those written by historians specializing in the era of the Crusades.

This was of such importance that I put everything else aside and devoted my time to researching all the contemporary sources for the siege of Acre. I read every chronicle I could find that dealt with this tragic episode; I even sought out different translations of Ambroise and Bahā’ al-Dīn. In none of them did I find it said that the families of the garrison were put to death. To the contrary, Arab Historians of the Crusades, the translation of Bahā’ al-Dīn’s account of the massacre, refers to the martyrdom of three thousand men in chains. I also found a passage in al-Athir’s chronicle in which he said Saladin had sworn that all Franks taken prisoner would be killed in revenge for the men put to death at Acre; see The Chronicle of Ibn al-Athir for the Crusading Period from al-Kamil fi’l-Ta’rikh, Part 2, “Crusade Texts in Translation,” translated by D. S. Richards, page 390. So this turned out to be just another one of the myths that trailed in Richard’s wake—and a valid reason for not recommending the Runciman book. (Bahā’ al-Dīn said three thousand had been slain, Richard said two thousand six hundred, and I decided he was in the better position to know.)

The execution of the garrison remains troubling, though; these were men who’d fought bravely and surrendered in good faith, believing that they would be ransomed. But Richard was ruthless when he waged war, and the matter-of-fact tone of his letter to the abbot of Clairvaux shows that he felt himself justified in executing them after Saladin defaulted on the terms of the surrender. Bahā’ al-Dīn admitted that Saladin had been seeking to delay their departure from Acre, although I find it highly unlikely that he expected to have his bluff called in such a brutal fashion. But the Saracens must have seen Richard’s action as a military decision, for how else could Richard have formed friendships with so many of Saladin’s emirs and Mamluks?

I still found myself feeling enormous sympathy for the slain men and the loved ones they left behind. I felt sympathy for all those who died during the Third Crusade, soldiers and civilians alike. It is not always easy for an instinctive pacifist to wade through so much blood and gore while writing of medieval battles! As a writer and a reader, I am faced with one of the greatest challenges, which is not to judge people of another age by our standards of conduct. The truth is that virtually every medieval ruler committed acts that we would find abhorrent, and that includes Richard, his father, Henry, Saladin, and most of the men I’ve been writing about over the years, with the possible exception of poor, addled Henry VI. But I never feel too sanctimonious, not when I remember the death toll for civilians in the wars that have convulsed our world during my own lifetime. St Francis of Assissi has always been a lonely voice crying out in the wilderness.

Lionheart was a unique writing experience. I’ve never had such a wealth of eyewitness accounts of events; the closest I’d come was Becket’s murder in Canterbury Cathedral. This was beyond wonderful, spoiling me for other books. I had amazing resources to draw upon—two chronicles written by men who accompanied Richard on the Third Crusade, and three Saracen chronicles written by men who were there, two of them members of Saladin’s inner circle. There were other chronicles, too, which I list on my Acknowledgments page, but it was the ones written by the poet Ambroise, the clerk Richard of the Temple, and Bahā’ al-Dīn ibn Shaddād that I found absolutely riveting.

Imagine being able to read accounts of battles by the men who actually fought in them. Bahā’ al-Dīn watched as Richard landed on the beach at Jaffa, vividly describing his red galley, red tunic, red hair, and red banner. Ambroise’s account of the crusaders’ march along the coast reads like a battlefield dispatch. The author of the Itinerarium compared the fleet Saracen horses to the flight of swallows, and explained how the stings of tarantulas were treated with theriaca, which only the wealthy could afford. Both the crusader and Saracen chroniclers reported Guilhem de Préaux’s heroic sacrifice. Occasionally, I had to reconcile differing accounts. Ambroise said the huge Saracen ship was rammed by Richard’s galleys when they could not capture it; Bahā’ al-Dīn said the captain gave the order to scuttle it. So I went with the most likely scenario that both chroniclers were correct.

Even the random details come straight from the pages of these chronicles: Philippe’s lost falcon at Acre. The Saracen slave girl who charmed Richard with her singing during his visit with al-’Ādil. Complaints about the tiny flies called cincelles. The postern gate at Messina and the Templars’ stairway at Jaffa. The pears, plums, and snow sent by Saladin to Richard when he was ailing. Richard’s one glimpse of the Holy City. The sudden mist that swept in from the sea and cut off Richard’s rear guard on the march to Jaffa. The logistics of a medieval army on the move, which I’d never encountered anywhere else. Richard’s unfair banishment of Guillaume des Barres in Sicily and their reconciliation after al-’Ādil’s attack upon the rear guard. Philippe’s unexpected interest in Joanna. Richard’s despair as he struggled to reconcile the competing demands of king and crusader. Even the names of the men killed in combat. Dialogue that occasionally came from the mouths of the men themselves. And Fauvel, the Cypriot stallion that so bedazzled Richard and the chroniclers.

Richard did, indeed, break his sword in his squabble with that understandably irate Sicilian villager, and he only had one knight with him at the time; I took the liberty of letting Morgan be the man. He really did arrive in Cyprus just in time to rescue his sister and betrothed, mere hours after Isaac Comnenus had issued his ultimatum to Joanna and Berengaria; no writer would have dared to invent high drama like that. I actually tried to tone down his battlefield heroics, as reported by the chroniclers, not wanting my readers to think I’d gone Hollywood on them. But he truly did ride up and down alone before the Saracen army at Jaffa. If that had been reported by Richard’s chroniclers, I’d have been skeptical, but it comes from two of the Saracen chroniclers; Bahā’ al-Dīn was mortified that none had ridden out to accept Richard’s challenge.

I took only one historical liberty with known facts, in Chapter Thirty-two. Richard did advise his nephew Henri to take the Jerusalem crown while warning him of the perils of marriage to Isabella; Richard was convinced that she was still legally wed to Humphrey de Toron. But Richard and Henri had no face-to-face encounter; it was done via messengers due to the time pressure, for the poulains were eager to have the marriage done ASAP. Since this is a novel, though, I opted for the greater drama of a personal discussion between the two men. I also shifted Richard’s killing of the wild boar from April to February. And because the chroniclers neglected to describe the palace at Acre, I used the description of the palace at Beirut.

In any historical novel, there are always times when we have to “fill in the blanks.” As I’ve said before, medieval chroniclers could be utterly indifferent to the needs of future novelists. We often do not have birth dates, wedding dates, sometimes not even death dates, and, more often than not, we don’t know the cause of death, either. All we know of the demise of King William II of Sicily is that he died of an illness, it was not prolonged, and it was unexpected. So I chose an ailment that was very common in the Middle Ages: peritonitis. I also had to select a birthdate for Isabella’s daughter by Conrad of Montferrat. We know Isabella was pregnant when she wed Henri in May of 1192, for one of the Saracen chroniclers was horrified by this, seeing it as proof of the immorality of the Franks. So Maria was born sometime during 1192, and, rather than keep my readers in suspense, I let her be born before the book’s end.

Aside from the “poetic license” I took in letting Henri unburden himself in person to Richard, I did not stray from the truth of this remarkable episode in Outremer history. Isabella did indeed defy the French; Henri hurried back to Tyre after learning of Conrad’s murder, where he was embraced by the population and the poulain lords, who urged him to claim the young widow and the crown; and Isabella did come to him on her own, against the advice of others, as I have her do in Lionheart. Henri’s reluctance was not at all unusual. Few crusaders intended to remain in the Holy Land; the great majority returned home after fulfilling their vows. Not even the promise of lands and titles was enough to tempt many men into renouncing their old lives. Joffroi de Lusignan had been made Count of Jaffa and Ascalon, but he still sailed for Poitou after the truce with Saladin. When a French churchman, Jacques de Vitry, was elected to the bishopric of Acre, his initial response was horror, for he saw this as lifelong exile. Guy de Montfort, the uncle of “my” Simon in Falls the Shadow, journeyed to the Holy Land and wed Balian d’Ibelin’s daughter Helvis, but after her death he returned to France. So Henri’s ambivalence about the offer made to him at Tyre was not that surprising, and while his marriage to Isabella seems to have been a happy one, it is telling that he never sought to be crowned and continued to call himself the Count of Champagne.

Now, on to the assassination of Conrad of Montferrat. The French did their best to convince the rest of Christendom that Richard was responsible for Conrad’s murder, and one of the Saracen chroniclers, Ibn al-Athir, claimed that Saladin had arranged with Rashīd al-Dīn Sinān to have both Richard and Conrad killed, but neither Richard nor Saladin are considered serious suspects by historians. Richard was desperate to leave Outremer in order to save his own kingdom and Saladin had just concluded a treaty with Conrad. The consensus is that the most likely explanation is the one given by one of the chroniclers—that Conrad had rashly offended the Assassins by seizing one of their ships.

I have always been glad when readers alert me to mistakes; otherwise, I’d keep on making the same errors instead of going on to new ones. So I was grateful to the readers who told me there were no brindle greyhounds in the Middle Ages, that foxes do not have black eyes, and medieval roses were not ever-blooming. But there is no need for readers to write and tell me that “fire” is a word that should be used only with gunpowder weapons, not crossbows. I am familiar with this argument, but I am a novelist, not a purist, and I found it impossible to write a battle scene with just the one verb, “shoot.” And while I’m on the subject of mistakes, Joanna’s and Berengaria’s belief that they were at their most fertile immediately after their “flux” was in error, but it was theirs, not mine; medieval understanding of the reproductive process was not always reliable.

I was confronted with two mysteries when I began to research Lionheart—why it took so long for word of Henry II’s death to reach Sicily and why word of the Sicilian king’s death did not reach France until the following March. This is rather bizarre as it was quite possible for a messenger to travel from London to Rome in a month. One of Richard’s couriers even managed to get from Sicily to Westminster in just four weeks, although that was extraordinarily fast. But four months is beyond slow. Yet when William II died on November 18, 1189, he did not know that Henry had died that past July, and a chronicler specifically said that Richard learned of William’s death during his meeting with the French king Philippe, at Dreux Castle, in March 1190. What news could have been of greater significance than the death of a king? Since there is no hope of solving this puzzle, the best I could do was to offer plausible explanations for the inexplicable delay. For readers wanting to know more about the speed of travel in the Middle Ages, I recommend The Medieval Traveller by Norbert Ohler.

While writing Lionheart, I made an interesting discovery. Henry II is believed to have used two lions as his heraldic device, and I’d assumed that Richard had done the same in the first years of his reign. But Richard’s crusader chroniclers referred often to his “lion” banner. So I did some research and found that the chronicles were right; Richard did begin his reign with a single lion rampant. In 1195, he adopted the coat that would remain the royal arms of England: gules, three lions passant guardant or. An excellent account of the evolution of early heraldry can be found in The Origin of the Royal Arms of England: Their Development to 1199, by Adrian Ailes. Richard also used a dragon standard at times. It has been suggested that Saladin may have used an eagle heraldic device, so I gave him one in Lionheart.

I try to avoid using terms that were not in use during the Middle Ages. So my characters do not refer to the Byzantine Empire, instead calling it the empire of the Greeks. It was even more of an inconvenience not to be able to employ the word “crusade.” Medievals spoke of “taking the cross” or “going on pilgrimage”; the first term is unwieldy and the second conjures up peaceful images at variance with the reality of crusading warfare. As always, I do allow myself a bit more leeway when I am speaking in the narrative voice. It is always a challenge to decide whether to use medieval or modern place-names. In Lionheart, I went with the latter for geographical clarity; for example, I used Haifa rather than Caiphas, and Arsuf instead of Arsur. And I continue to struggle with the bane of historical novelists—the deplorable medieval habit of recycling the same family names. Thankfully, many names have variations; otherwise, my readers couldn’t tell the players without a scorecard. So in Lionheart, we have Geoffrey, Geoff, Jaufre, and Joffroi; William, Guillaume, and Guilhem. I chose not to use the name that the crusaders called Malik al-’Ādil—Saphadin—because it is not familiar to readers and could have created some confusion, unlike the much better known sobriquet Saladin. And for the curious, Richard was being called Lionheart even before he became king.

I usually try to anticipate readers’ queries, and am doing so now. I also plan to do a blog in which I discuss my Lionheart research and material I could not include in the Author’s Note. Although the poleaxe did not come into common usage until the fourteenth century, there is a twelfth-century painting in the cathedral at Monreale that shows one, and I thought it would be fun to mention since Richard was very interested in weaponry innovations. Contemporaries of Berengaria’s brother, Sancho, reported that he was extremely tall, and according to Dr. Luis del Campo Jesus, who examined his bones, Sancho was over seven feet in height. And assuming that the skeleton discovered in the abbey founded by Berengaria at Epau is indeed hers, she was just five feet in height. We do not know her exact birth year, although Anne Trindade, the more reliable of Berengaria’s two biographers, makes a convincing case that she was born circa 1170. The most quoted comment about Berengaria’s appearance came from the snarky Richard of Devizes, who sniped that she was “more prudent than pretty.” But he never laid eyes upon her. The chronicler Ambroise, who probably did, described her as very fair and lovely, and the author of the Itinerarium claimed Richard had desired her since he was Count of Poitou, which is a sweet story but rather unlikely, for medieval marriages were matters of state, and I doubt that Richard had a romantic bone in his entire body. While only one chronicler, Robert de Torigny, the abbot of Mont St Michel, mentions Joanna and William’s son, Bohemond, he is a very reliable source, for he was a good friend to Henry II and was accorded the great honor of acting as godfather to Henry and Eleanor’s daughter, Eleanor, who’d later become Queen of Castile. As I explain in the Afterword, we do not know the names of Isaac Comnenus’s second wife and daughter, called the Damsel of Cyprus by the chroniclers; Sophia and Anna are names of my choosing. Ranulf and Rhiannon’s son Morgan is one of the very few purely fictional characters to make an appearance in one of my novels, as is his love, the Lady Mariam. As I did in The Reckoning with Ellen de Montfort’s attendants, Hugh and Juliana, I had to create histories for Joanna’s ladies-in-waiting, Beatrix and Alicia, for all we know of them are their names and their utter devotion to Joanna. And now a word about Arnaldia, the baffling illness that almost killed Richard at Acre. It was not scurvy, as is sometimes reported. That was known in the army camp, and the crusaders distinguished it from Arnaldia; moreover, scurvy is caused by a deficient diet, and Richard had just spent a month in Cyprus. It remains a mystery, having defied diagnosis for more than eight hundred years.

Even for me, this is turning out to be a very long Author’s Note. I’d like to close with a mea culpa and an apology. I have a section on my website called Medieval Mishaps. Sometimes apparent inconsistencies in my books are not errors but merely reflect the “accepted wisdom” at the time I was writing. For example, sharp-eyed readers may have noticed that Eleanor has shed two years since Here Be Dragons and my first mysteries; it was always assumed she’d been born in 1122, but Andrew W. Lewis convincingly demonstrated that she was actually born in 1124. Sometimes my mistakes are revealed by subsequent research, such as my women wearing velvet in the twelfth century or Richard III having the world’s longest-lived Irish wolfhound. Until now I considered my most infamous mistake to be the time-traveling little grey squirrel in Sunne. But that squirrel has been utterly eclipsed by the mistake I recently found in Chapter Seventeen of The Reckoning, where I have Edward I telling Roger de Mortimer that crossbows were more difficult to master than long bows. I was truly horrified, for just the opposite is true. What makes this so baffling to me is that I knew this at the time I wrote The Reckoning, and I never drink and write at the same time. So how explain it? I haven’t a clue, but it is extremely embarrassing, and I’ve been doing penance the only way I can—by calling as much attention to this bizarre blunder as I can.

After the mea culpa, the apology. In the Author’s Note for Devil’s Brood, I did something well intentioned but foolish—I offered to provide material from my blogs for readers without access to the Internet. I did not anticipate the volume of letters and found it impossible to respond to them all, for I do not have any assistants to help with correspondence, reader requests, research, etc. So I would like to say I am sorry to those who wrote to me and received no response. The sad truth is that e-mail, blogs, websites, and social networking sites like Facebook have become the only realistic means for writers and readers to interact.

I’d initially intended to tell Richard’s story as one book, but I soon realized that I’d underestimated the extent of the research I’d need to do, though this is Richard’s fault more than mine. The man’s travel itinerary would put Marco Polo to shame—Italy and Sicily, Cyprus, the Holy Land, Austria, Germany, France; a pity he didn’t have frequent-flier miles. As the deadline loomed and Richard and I were still stuck in Outremer, I began to panic. Fortunately, my friend Valerie LaMont came up with a brilliant idea; why not write two books about Richard? It made perfect sense, for there is a natural breaking point—the conclusion of the Third Crusade. Much to my relief, my publisher was amenable to this approach, and so A King’s Ransom will pick up where Lionheart ended, as Richard sails from Acre for home. Of course he has no idea what lies ahead—an unlikely encounter with pirates, shipwreck, capture, imprisonment, ransom, betrayal, his deteriorating marriage, and an all-consuming war with the French king. A King’s Ransom will also be my final farewell to the Angevins, surely one of history’s most dysfunctional and fascinating families. I will miss them.





S.K.P.

February 2011

www.sharonkaypenman.com





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My acknowledgments pages must sometimes read like that classic line from Casablanca—“Round up the usual suspects.” But few writers have been as fortunate as I have been in the course of my writing career, for I have had the same editor and agents for nigh on thirty years, almost unheard of in the publishing industry. So once again I want to thank my editor extraordinaire, Marian Wood, and my wonderful agents, Molly Friedrich and Mic Cheetham. At the risk of embarrassing them, I feel truly blessed. I would also like to thank Kate Davis of G. P. Putnam’s, Paul Cirone and Lucy Carson of the Friedrich Agency, and Dorian Hastings for a superb copyediting job. The “usual suspects” list includes Valerie and Lowell LaMont; no writer could ask for a better book midwife than Valerie, and Lowell continues to exorcise my computer demons with his usual finesse. I want to thank my friend and fellow historical novelist Elizabeth Chadwick for pointing me in the right direction as I sought to envision Fauvel, Richard’s famed Cypriot stallion. The admiring chroniclers described him as a dun, but there are bay, red, and grey or grulla duns. Elizabeth reminded me that Fauvel was a popular medieval name for chestnut horses, thus giving me a eureka moment—Fauvel was a red dun! I am very grateful to Dr. Larry Davis, Dr. Diego Fiorentino, and Ellie Lewis for their efforts to diagnose Richard’s mystery ailment, the mystifying Arnaldia, which has been baffling historians and physicians for over eight hundred years. I allowed Morgan to borrow the evocative phrase “whispers of the blood” from Dana Stabenow, author of the brilliant Alaskan mystery series. And I want to say Diolch yn fawr to my friend Owen Mayo for his kindness in vetting Morgan’s Welsh, which is Morgan’s native tongue but not mine. Lastly, I’d like to acknowledge my Facebook friends and blog readers for their encouragement as I worked on Lionheart. Too often, it can seem as if writers operate in a vacuum, but thanks to the wonders of modern technology that is no longer true. Think what Shakespeare could have done with his own Facebook page.

More and more of my readers have been asking me to include a bibliography for my novels. I have begun listing some of my sources on my website and blog, but that doesn’t help those readers without Internet access. So I am going to cite here the cream of the crop, those books I found to be most helpful and most reliable. The gold standard for Ricardian biographies remains John Gillingham’s Richard I, published in 1999 by the Yale University Press; he has also written Richard Coeur de Lion: Kingship, Chivalry and War in the Twelfth Century. I am not sure I could have written Lionheart without The Itinerary of King Richard I, with Studies on Certain Matters of Interest Connected with His Reign, by Lionel Landon; unfortunately, this book is almost as hard to find as the Holy Grail. The Reign of Richard Lionheart: Ruler of the Angevin Empire, 1189–1199, by Ralph Turner and Richard R. Heiser, does not address the most consequential and fateful event of Richard’s life—the Third Crusade—but it does cover the remainder of his reign, and has an excellent concluding chapter called “Richard in Retrospect,” which analyzes the way his reputation has fluctuated over the centuries. Kate Norgate’s Richard the Lion Heart, published in 1924, has stood the test of time surprisingly well. In all honesty, I have not read the second half of Frank McLynn’s Richard and John: Kings at War, but the half of the book about Richard is accurate and insightful. I also recommend Richard Coeur de Lion in History and Myth, edited by Janet Nelson; The Legends of King Richard I, Coeur de Lion: A Study of Sources and Variations to 1600, by Bradford Broughton; and The Plantagenet Empire, 1154–1224, by Martin Aurell, translated by David Crouch. And since so many of my readers have seen the wonderful but historically inaccurate The Lion in Winter , here are two excellent books about medieval sexuality: The Bridling of Desire: Views of Sex in the Later Middle Ages, by Pierre J. Payer, and Sexuality in Medieval Europe: Doing Unto Others, by Ruth Mazo Karras; I hope to have a comprehensive bibliography about this subject on my website by the time Lionheart is published.

My favorite book about Richard’s mother is Eleanor of Aquitaine: Lord and Lady, a notable collection of essays edited by Bonnie Wheeler. There are a number of biographies written about Eleanor, more than Henry, which would probably not please him much. Just to list a few of her biographers: Ralph Turner, Régine Pernoud, Jean Flori, D. D. R. Owen, Marion Meade, and Amy Kelly, though the last two authors’ conclusions about the so-called Courts of Love are no longer accepted. I also recommend The World of Eleanor of Aquitaine: Literature and Society in Southern France between the Eleventh and Thirteenth Centuries, edited by Marcus Bull and Catherine Leglu, and Eleanor of Aquitaine, Courtly Love, and the Troubadours, by Ffiona Swabey.

I was blessed with a treasure-trove while researching and writing Lionheart—two chronicles written by men who’d accompanied Richard on crusade and two by members of Salah al-Dīn’s inner circle. I felt very fortunate to have access to Helen Nicholson’s translation of The Chronicle of the Third Crusade: The Itinerarium Peregrinorum et Gesta Regis Ricardi, and Marianne Ailes’s translation of The History of the Holy War: Ambroise’s Estoire de la Guerre Sainte. These wonderful books make fascinating reading and provide invaluable footnotes about the persons and places mentioned in the texts. Another crusader chronicle is The Conquest of Jerusalem and the Third Crusade: Sources in Translation, by Peter W. Edbury, and then there is Chronicles of the Crusades, edited by Elizabeth Hallam. Bahā’ al-Dīn ibn Shaddād wrote a compelling account of his time with Salah al-Dīn; in Lionheart, I quoted from the nineteenth-century edition, Saladin, or What Befell Sultan Yûsuf, translated by the Palestine Pilgrims’ Text Society, but there is a more modern translation by D. S. Richards, complete with valuable annotated notes, titled The Rare and Excellent History of Saladin, which I recommend highly. Other contemporary chronicles are The Chronicle of Ibn al-Athir for the Crusading Period, from al-Kamil fi’l-Ta’rikh, Part 2, also translated by D. S. Richards, and a chronicle written by one of Salah al-Dīn’s scribes, Imad ad-Din al-Isfahani, translated into French by Henri Masse as Conquête de la Syrie et de la Palestine par Saladin. There is also Arab Historians of the Crusades, translated by Francesco Gabrieli. Non-crusading chronicles include The Chronicle of Richard of Devizes, translated by J. A. Giles; The History of William of Newburgh, translated by Joseph Stevenson; The Annals of Roger de Hoveden, translated by Henry T. Riley; and History of William Marshal, translated by S. Gregory and annotated by D. Crouch. The quotation from the Comtessa de Dia’s song, “Cruel Are the Pains I’ve Suffered,” in Chapter Eleven, comes from Lark in the Morning, translated by Ezra Pound, William De Witt Snodgrass, and Robert Kehew.

Moving on to Sicily and Cyprus, there is The Travels of Ibn Jubayr, translated by Roland Broadhurst, a remarkable account of a pilgrimage to Mecca made by a Spanish Muslim in 1183–1184; his description of a deadly storm in the Straits of Messina was my inspiration for Alicia’s shipwreck in Chapter One of Lionheart. The Kingdom in the Sun, by John Julius Norwich, is a beautifully written book about Norman Sicily, although his “take” on Richard is outdated. Another outstanding book about Sicily is Admiral Eugenius of Sicily, his Life and Work and the Authorship of the Epistola ad Petrum and the Historia Hugonis Falcandi Siculi, by Evelyn Jamison. For the history of medieval Cyprus, readers need look no further than Peter Edbury’s The Kingdom of Cyprus and the Crusades, 1191–1374. There is also George Hill’s four-volume A History of Cyprus; volume I concerns Richard’s conquest of the island.

The best book about the Crusades, IMHO, is Thomas Asbridge’s riveting The Crusades: The Authoritative History of the War for the Holy Land. Other books on my Favorites List include God’s War: A New History of the Crusades, by Christopher Tyerman; Holy Warriors: A Modern History of the Crusades, by Jonathan Phillips; Fighting for the Cross: Crusading to the Holy Land, by Norman Housley; the six-volume A History of the Crusades, edited by Kenneth Setton; and The Assassins: A Radical Sect in Islam, by Bernard Lewis. The definitive study of Salah al-Dīn is still Saladin: The Politics of the Holy War, by Malcolm Cameron Lyons and D. E. P. Jackson. I also recommend The Crusades: Islamic Perspectives, by Carole Hillenbrand. Some social histories are The World of the Crusaders, by Joshua Prawer; The Crusaders in the Holy Land, by Meron Benvenisti; Medicine in the Crusades: Warfare, Wounds and the Medieval Surgeon, by Piers D. Mitchell; and Daily Life in the Medieval Islamic World, by James E. Lindsay. For books dealing with warfare during the Crusades, a classic study is Crusading Warfare, 1097–1193, by R. C. Smail; there is also David Nicolle’s two-volume Crusader Warfare.

Lastly, for books that cover medieval warfare in general, I have several exceptional books to recommend: By Fire and Sword: Cruelty and Atrocity in Medieval Warfare, by Sean McGlynn; Noble Ideals and Bloody Realities: Warfare in the Middle Ages, edited by Niall Christie and Maya Yazigi; Western Warfare in the Age of the Crusades, 1000–1300, by John France; Tolerance and Intolerance: Social Conflict in the Age of the Crusades, edited by Michael Gervers and James M. Powell; and War and Chivalry: The Conduct and Perception of War in England and Normandy, 1066–1217, by Matthew Strickland.