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| Bayeux Tapestry |
The medieval romance I’m currently writing, Lady of Flame is set in the 13th
century on the border of modern Wales and England.
My heroine is Welsh, but she wouldn’t have referred to herself that way. The
word Wales comes from a Germanic term meaning “foreigner”, and you certainly
wouldn’t call yourself a foreigner in your own country. The Welsh (back then
and today) refer to themselves as the Cymry and their country as Cymru. Although
they lost their political independence, they have kept their language. Many
schoolchildren still learn Welsh and all their signage is in both English and
Welsh.
My hero’s ethnicity is also complicated. He was born in England ,
but as a knight for the ruling class at the time, his father would have been
descended from the Norman-French who arrived with William the Conqueror in
1066. William was from Normandy, an area of France
where a group of Vikings (also called Norsemen or Normans, hence “Normandy ”)
settled in the eighth century. So William was actually of Norse blood.
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| William the Conqueror |
After William’s line ended, England was ruled by the House
of Anjou, who were from a part of France called Angevin. They ruled England
until the mid-1300’s. During this almost three-hundred-year period, the ruling
class spoke Norman-French, not English. And almost everything that was written
was in either Latin or French, rather than English. The term English comes from the
Angles, a Germanic tribe who invaded England
in the sixth century, along with the Saxons.
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| Royal Arms of England dating to the Angiven era |
After a William's arrival, the English resisted for awhile. But even though they didn't win back control of the country, because there were so many more of them than the Norman French, they gradually absorbed the invaders into their culture. In a way, they had the ultimate victory, as the country ended up with their name and speaking their language and a high percentage of English people today have Anglo-Saxon DNA rather than French.
Unlike the English, the Welsh and the highland Scots continued to defy their Norman-French rulers furiously. The Welsh ended up keeping their language. The Scots retained some of their language as well as other aspects of their Celtic culture, like their
plaids, their bagpipes and their whiskey.
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| Welsh Flag |
I’m not thrilled about being related to Edward I, the brutal king who is the villain in Braveheart. Lady of
Flame is set during the time of Edward's grandfather, King John, and John wasn’t a
great person either. He longed to control Wales (and Ireland), but was distracted by his
struggles in France. His son Henry III was too weak and ineffectual a ruler to conquer his pesky neighbors. But when the English barons rebelled against Henry, it made a lasting impression on his son,
Edward I. Edward was determined to be a strong king and he took out much of his anger at his father’s humiliation on the Welsh and
the Scots, devoting his life to subjugating and crushing them.
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| King John |
During the time period of Lady of Flame, the conflict between Wales and the English was mostly at a simmer, with sporadic raids by the Welsh on the holdings of the Norman-French lords who controlled the lands in south Wales and along what is now the Welsh-English border. That conflict is mirrored in the contrast between my heroine and hero. Fiery, tempestuous Marared
represents the free-spirited Celtic culture of the Cymru while thoughtful, loyal
knight Gerard comes from the more regimented and formal world of the Normans. It
seems like a terrible mismatch, and they both have much to learn about each
other on their thrilling journey to love and happiness.
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| La Belle San Merci by Frank Dicksee (Perfect image for Marared although the knight is too thin and fair-haired to be Gerard.) |
Lady of Flame
takes place about ten years after my latest book, Lady of Steel. Lady of Steel is not about a class of cultures or wills, but about
two people who meet under horrible circumstances and end up falling in love.
But they both struggle to overcome the dark secrets of the past and to learn
to trust each other.
Excerpt from Lady of Steel:
The tower room seemed much too
small. It was like
being caged with a wild creature. Fawkes left the table and
approached. Nicola fought the urge to draw back. He seemed to sense her
apprehension, for his fierce expression softened. “I don’t want you to fear me,
Nicola. Unlike some men, I don’t believe in striking women. Or children. Or
anyone smaller and weaker than myself. If I were ever to feel the need the
discipline you, I would choose other, more civilized means.”
Discipline her? What did that
mean? His words sounded reasonable and reassuring, but there was an edge of
warning there. She must find some way to convince him she wasn’t his enemy. She
must make it clear she would never deal with him as she had with Mortimer.
Body rigid, her heart pounding
wildly, she said, “Milord, you must understand. Mortimer was a brute. There
were many times I feared for my life at his hands. Whatever you may have heard
of me…” Her hands trembled as she gestured and this time she was glad he saw.
“I did what I had to do to survive.” And for Simon to survive.
His expression softened. His
dark eyes again flared with violent emotion. “You forget. I knew Mortimer. He
tried more than once to kill me. I have no sympathy for him. None at all.”
She let out her breath. Perhaps
now they could begin again, and he would stop playing this game of cat and
mouse with her. She nodded. “I’m very grateful you understand. I’d worried you
might have heard tales of me, stories meant to portray me as wicked and
manipulative.”
He watched her intently. “Aye,
I have heard tales. ’Tis good you saw fit to reassure me. Perhaps now, perhaps
we can…” He let his words trail off and the atmosphere between them shifted.
His dark eyes no longer seemed stern and implacable, but smoldered with frank
sexual desire. The tension between them changed, erupting with blazing arousal.
Fire started in her loins and
spread outward, making her skin ache for his touch. She tilted her head,
awaiting his kiss.
He hesitated, as if even now he
feared to take this final step and give into what his body obviously desired.
Observing his forbearance, she thought for the dozenth time of how different he
was from Mortimer. Mortimer had been a slave to his emotions. This man sought
control at all times.
But at last he brought his lips to hers. The blaze took them both.
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