Like Raynaldo’s branch of the Portuguese royal family, a few other historical details in this book are my inventions as well. Barbichons Lyonnaise, with their rare black spotted tongues, are a breed of bichons frise born entirely of my imagination. So too is the Linnaeus Society. Although Carl Linnaeus, a Swedish zoologist, botanist, and physician who lived from 1707 to 1778, was indeed a pioneer in genetics, and far-thinking scientists of the early nineteenth century followed his cutting edge theories, my Lord Prunesly is a member of a fictional scientific club. For its part, Chateau Chevriot, while resembling magnificent Cléron on the exterior as well as in its landscape and location in the Jura, is wholly fictional on the interior, renovated by my fictional Sebastiao’s fictional grandfather in the modern style (that is, the style current in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries), and thus much more agreeable for my characters in terms of creature comforts than a medieval castle would be.
My imagination, however, embellished only some of the historical details in this story. Other details arrived the old-fashioned way: via the actual historical record. The Treatise on Veterinary Medicine that Sir Beverley reads aloud to Ravenna was written by a man named James White and published in 1807. This and John Hinds’s The Veterinary Surgeon or Farriery, which was published in Philadelphia in 1836, afforded me hours of fascinating reading in the David M. Rubenstein Rare Book & Manuscript Library at Duke University—hours I’m sure Ravenna would have dreaded but which I enjoyed thoroughly. (The full title of Hinds’s book, by the way, is The Veterinary Surgeon, or, Farriery Taught on a New and Easy Plan: Being a Treatise on All the Diseases and Accidents to Which the Horse Is Liable, the Causes and Symptoms of Each, and the Most Approved Remedies Employed for the Cure in Every Case. Aren’t old print titles marvelous?)
On another note, it was not unheard of for Catholic royalty to wed non-Catholics, but it wasn’t particularly run-of-the-mill either. Neither was it typical of royals to wed commoners. But since the Anglican Prince George, Regent of England at the time of this story, contracted such an alliance (albeit secretly, scandalously, and without lasting success of the union ), I decided Ann and Sebastiao’s match could happen.
For the sake of the Courtenay brothers I must say a word here about bastardy in Regency-era England. In short, if no one cared, it could remain under the rug forever. On the other hand, if anyone cared, it could matter a whole lot. Usually the truth of paternity rested in the word of the child’s mother. Especially if she was a noblesse—unless her husband accused her of adultery (in which case she was entirely out of luck), or unless her word could otherwise be proven false with incontrovertible evidence—her child belonged to the father she claimed for it. Since both Vitor and Wesley’s fathers were willing secret accomplices in the Marquess and Marchioness of Airedale’s pursuit of children, neither of them had any wish to stand in the way of their illegitimate sons’ legitimacy in the eyes of the world. In reality, from the medieval to the modern eras in England and Europe there was quite a lot of adulterous and illegitimate begetting of children upon both high- and lowborn women, married or unmarried, both with and without their consent. The Marchioness of Airedale and poor Clarice Sepic née Brazil are two sides of the same historical coin, as it were.
On a literary note, if there is one work of fiction in all of history that I wish I had written, it is William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. It is such a brilliantly told tale, with romance and adventure and intrigue and profound emotion, that every time I watch or read it I am stunned—indeed grief stricken—when the young lovers perish. Their love is so powerful, so impetuous and passionate, and the writing so sublime, the story told so gloriously, that I simply cannot believe the whole thing ends in a funeral procession. I suppose this reveals the eternal optimist in me (which is of course why I write romances and not tragedies). But for this book I enjoyed putting Shakespeare’s immortal verse into my characters’ mouths more than I can express.
Fulsome thank-yous for assistance in writing this book go to Helen Lively for help in inspiring my vision of Vitor, Dr. Diane Leipzig for the book’s fabulous title, Noah Redstone Brophy for his counsel on animals and various things medical, Brian Conaghan for his wisdom concerning former monks, Laura Berendsen Hughes for her beautiful painting “Dawn” that inspired an entire scene, Heather McCollum for counsel on ladies of the Highlands, Beth Williamson for sharing with me her research about poisons, and Sandie Blaise and Dr. Teresa Moore for their invaluable assistance with French. Heartfelt thanks go to the wonderful people of Triangle Veterinary Hospital, especially Dr. Robin Scott, Dr. Chuck Miller, and Dr. Mari Juergenson, whose devotion to healing and endless compassion are my inspiration for Ravenna’s character. Thanks especially to Georgie Brophy and Mary Brophy Marcus for reading and commenting on the manuscript, to its great benefit. I hope it will be understood that any mistakes in this book, historical or otherwise, are to be attributed to the little elves who live beneath my front porch and like to make trouble.
I am ever grateful to my agent Kimberly Whalen, my editor Lucia Macro, and all the other fabulous people at Avon who invest so much brilliance into my books, especially Nicole Fischer, Gail Dubov, Eleanor Mikucki, Pam Jaffee, and Katie Steinberg.
Thank you to my mother, husband, and son for their love and support, and for giving me the space and time I need to write.
To my readers, whose love of love stories is only eclipsed in my reckoning by your kindness and joy of spirit, I send you blessings and gratitude for sharing this adventure with me.
Finally, to my “Beast” who is no longer with me, and to my “Gon?alo” who is: Atlas and Idaho, you cannot read the pages of this book, but you are both on every one of them as well as in every corner of my heart forever.
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About the Author
KATHARINE ASHE is the award-winning author of How to Be a Proper Lady, Amazon Editors' Choice for one of the Ten Best Books of the Year, and nine other historical romances reviewers call "intensely lush" and "sensationally intelligent." Her books are recommended by Women's World Magazine, Booklist, Library Journal, Barnes and Noble, and many others, and translated into langauges across the world.
Katharine lives in the wonderfully warm Southeast with her beloved husband, son, dog, and a garden she likes to call romantic rather than unkempt. A professor of European History, she writes fiction because she thinks modern readers deserve grand adventures and breathtaking sensuality, too. For more about Katharine's books, please visit www.katharineashe.com or write her at PO Box 51702, durham, NC 27717
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