The Summer Queen (62 page)

Henry returned from the ship, dusting his hands. The wind blustered through his coppery curls and his eyes were narrowed against the sleety wind, showing the creases where one day lines of age would develop. The energy emanating from him was as vigorous and exuberant as the sea. This was his moment and he was seizing it with every fibre of his being.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked Alienor. ‘The tide will not wait much longer.’

‘Yes,’ she said and raised her chin. ‘I am.’

Henry turned to the Empress. ‘My lady mother.’ Kneeling to her, he bowed his head.

She set her hand to his ruffled curls in a tender gesture of benediction, and stooped to kiss him on both cheeks before raising him up. ‘Go with my blessing,’ she said, ‘and return to me an anointed king.’

Alienor knelt too and received the same. ‘God be with you and the child in your womb,’ Matilda said, and her kiss was maternal and warm.

Henry and Alienor joined the
esnecca
, Henry going first and handing Alienor down into the ship from the gangplank. The fresh smell of the sea was powerful in her nose and the slap of the tide rocked the ship, making it difficult to balance. The horizon was a misty haze.

On the shore, standing at the Empress’s side, Hugh de Boves, Archbishop of Rouen, raised his hands to bless the ship and the endeavour of its passengers, and the last mooring rope was cast off. The rowers took up the oars, wind surged into the sail, and the gap between land and sea widened to a yard of choppy grey water, then ten yards, then a hundred.

Alienor let out a long, cloudy breath as the coast of Normandy grew smaller and the figure of the Empress became a small dark finger on the shore.

Henry drew her against him. ‘Are you well?’ He stroked the curve of her belly, now six months round.

‘Yes.’ She smiled to dispel the anxiety in his gaze. ‘I am not afraid of sea crossings.’

‘But something is troubling you?’

She drew back to look up at him. ‘When you set foot on England’s shore it will be as her rightful king. It is your destiny. You know the land, you know the people; you have lived there and fought for your birthright. England only belongs to me because it belongs to you and I have yet to make it mine in my heart.’ She looked round. They had cleared the harbour and there was nothing in sight now but rough grey water. ‘But I am going into the unknown, and I do it out of the faith I have in you, and for our children, both the born and the unborn.’

He gazed at her, his eyes matching the wintry hue of the sea. She could feel the energy vibrating through him almost like the waves surging at the prow of the ship. ‘I will not break that faith,’ he said. ‘I swear to you. What is unknown is not yet written, and it is our chance to write as we choose – God willing.’

He kissed her and Alienor tasted cold salt on his lips and felt the firm grip of his hands either side of her womb. He was right. The unknown was unwritten, and together they faced the greatest opportunity of their lives.

Alienor (Eleanor) of Aquitaine is one of the most famous queens in Western history and the subject of numerous biographies, plays and historical novels. More than eight hundred years after her death, she still exerts a magnetic fascination that continues to draw in each new generation. It could be said that she is one of the longest established examples of the cult of celebrity!

I have wanted to add my own Alienor novel to the oeuvre for some time, because although she has been the subject of a wide variety of works before, I feel a great deal has lain undiscovered or unsaid.

Alienor’s story has been constantly reinvented to suit each generation and I find the different versions fascinating. I was particularly interested in an article by historian Rágena C. DeAragon titled ‘Do we know what we think we know? Making assumptions about Eleanor of Aquitaine’. The piece is widely available online for anyone who wishes to look it up. The basic premise is that for all that has been written, we actually know very little and assume an awful lot about Alienor – and that includes the historians.

While writing
The Summer Queen
, I was constantly told that Alienor was a ‘woman ahead of her time’. But my own take is that she was a woman of her time doing her best within the boundaries of what society would permit. Any attempt to go outside those boundaries was immediately and sometimes brutally quashed, but she was nothing if not resilient.

I have called her Alienor in the body of the novel and not Eleanor because Alienor is what she would have called herself and it is how her name appears in her charters and in the Anglo-Norman texts when she is mentioned. I felt it was fitting to give her that recognition.

Alienor’s birth date in the past has been given as 1122, but historians now accept the more likely date of 1124 and that her marriage to Louis VII took place when she was thirteen – the age of consent for a girl then being twelve years old. I suspect her father knew he was not going to return from Compostela and arranged a secure future for his daughter (so he thought!) and Aquitaine before he left on his pilgrimage. Alienor is sometimes seen as a political player at this stage in the game, but when one looks at the hard facts, it becomes very clear that the power lay in the hands of the high barons and clergy of France and Aquitaine, and they were the ones brokering the deals.

We know Alienor’s father was on battle campaign with Geoffrey of Anjou the year before he died and I wonder (this is pure speculation) if he broached the subject of a betrothal between Alienor and his infant son Henry at that point. We do know from the historical record that the Counts of Anjou had long sought to unite their lands with those of Aquitaine. Geoffrey, keen to continue that pursuit, hoped to betroth little Henry to Alienor’s daughter Marie, and that match was considered for a while, before finally being turned down on the grounds of consanguinity (the all-purpose twelfth-century get-out clause should it need to be invoked). Geoffrey was still pursuing a link with Aquitaine though. I strongly believe that as the head of the family, the initial driving force behind the marriage arrangements that took place between Alienor and his then eighteen-year-old son Henry in Paris in 1151 were of his design. That Geoffrey did not live to see the marriage is a pity. It would have been interesting to observe the family dynamic.

I work hard at the historical research and do my best not to defame the dead, and I try to portray my characters within the realms of historical likelihood and to stay true to their characters, inasmuch as we know them from primary sources. However, this is a work of historical fiction and, within the parameters of integrity I set for myself, I have had the leeway to explore paths where historians might not choose to tread.

One of the great speculations of Alienor’s life is whether or not she committed adultery and incest with her uncle Raymond during her stay at Antioch during the Second Crusade. Several chroniclers accused her of improper behaviour while on the journey and there are dark hints about certain goings-on in Antioch, but when one reads the texts, none go so far as to accuse her of having sexual intercourse with her uncle. Some biographers have taken the bit between their teeth and decided Alienor probably did have an affair with Raymond anyway, but to me the evidence fails to stack up. Alienor and Raymond were both astute players who had been through the political mill. They were together for around nine days, and while I am certain that plotting and manoeuvring went on, I can’t see either of them kicking over the traces and going mad with lust for each other in that short space of time, especially as Raymond was known to be a devoted and faithful husband. It doesn’t ring true.

I do suspect – but cannot prove through conventional research – that Alienor had a long-term affair with her vassal Geoffrey de Rancon. Finding Geoffrey at all in the historical record is difficult. There are numerous different and contradictory genealogies, not to say some far-fetched longevity in some of Alienor’s biographies that have the same Geoffrey around in the reign of Richard the Lionheart, when, given his earlier career, he would have been pushing a hundred! The Geoffrey de Rancon mentioned in Richard’s reign was obviously a son or grandson of the man known to Alienor.

Walter Map, one of the less reliable chroniclers with a tabloid journalist mentality, suggested that Alienor had an affair
with Geoffrey of Anjou when he was seneschal of Poitou. Whether Geoffrey ever held this title is dubious, and whether he would have found the time, place and suicidal bravado to romp with his overlord’s wife is also open to doubt. I had an epiphanic moment while researching when I came across Sidney Painter’s article ‘Castellans of the Plains of Poitou in the Eleventh and Twelfth Centuries’
published in
Speculum
in 1956, where he discusses the career of various de Rancons in their position as important ducal castellans. I have a suspicion that this is the smoke that started the chroniclers’ fires
and they attached the scandal to the wrong Geoffrey. I also suspect that Alienor’s closeness to Geoffrey de Rancon was the cause of some of the scandal hinted at in Antioch. It certainly makes far more sense to me than Alienor and her uncle leaping into bed together at the drop of a hat. De Rancon up until that point had been a mainstay of the crusading army, but at Antioch was sent back home. Historians debate whether this is because he was in disgrace having nearly got the King killed during the crossing of Mount Cadmos (now called Mount Honaz in northern Turkey), or whether he had completed his stint and was needed back in Aquitaine. Perhaps there was another reason. It’s a point still open to conjecture – as is Alienor’s relationship with her uncle. My own take on the proceedings based on all aspects of my research and filtered through reasoning and imagination is that Alienor and Geoffrey de Rancon conducted a clandestine affair that has escaped the history books but might just be seen as a flicker in the shadows in the comments of certain chroniclers. Alienor and her uncle may have spent a lot of time together, but my belief is that they were formulating policy and even plotting against Louis rather than enjoying each other’s bodies. Certainly Alienor asked for an annulment and Louis was worried enough to leave Antioch at night, abducting his wife by force when she refused to leave of her own accord.

Alienor’s sister Petronella proved a conundrum. In the records she is sometimes referred to as Aelith and sometimes Petronella. I have used the latter as it is a name of southern France and perhaps linked to the cathedral of Saint-Pierre in Bordeaux. Petronella did indeed marry a man decades older than herself, and it appeared at the outset to be a love match. Chronicler John of Salisbury tells us she died circa 1151, but then she just may appear in a later pipe roll of Henry II in connection with Alienor. I have steered a middle course in the novel to explain her exit from the stage. I suspect that she may have had a lot in common with her maternal grandmother, the notorious ‘Dangerosa’ or ‘Dangereuse’. The latter was a nickname, and one has to wonder how she came by it!

Readers will not find Henry’s mistress Aelburgh in the historical record under that name. However, he did have a mistress called ‘Hikenai’ of whom the chroniclers were disparaging and who was the likely mother of his son Geoffrey. I take it that Hikenai was probably a garbling of ‘Hackney’, the term for a common riding horse, and derogatory, so I gave her the name that turned up in my Akashic Records research.

In
The Summer Queen
, I have given Alienor dark blond hair and blue eyes. This is based on my alternative research method of the Akashic Records, which I use to fill in the blanks and explore what happened in the past from a psychic perspective. You can find out more about them on my website. Using conventional resources, it is a fact that we don’t know what Alienor looked like. One modern historian tells us she had black hair, an olive complexion and a curvaceous figure that didn’t run to fat in old age! However, there is not a shred of evidence to prove this and is, I suspect, modern male wish fulfilment! Another historian gives her ‘sparkling black eyes’. Again, it’s pure fabrication. There has been the suggestion that a mural at Chinon depicts a crowned, auburn-haired Alienor riding a horse, but this is now thought to be unlikely; it probably depicts Henry’s children, including the Young King as the crowned figure. However, we do know Alienor had blond hair in her ancestry as one of the Dukes of Aquitaine was called William the Towhead, suggesting his hair was the colour of straw.

It has been quite a journey researching Alienor’s young womanhood from 1137 to 1154 and bringing her story to life. By turns I have been fascinated, frustrated, enlightened and uplifted. I have come to admire Alienor’s grit, dignity
and endurance in often distressing and trying times. Also her wit, intelligence and determination. On occasions I have been very angry on her behalf for what was done to her, and for all the lies and damned lies told about her down the centuries. However, drawing Alienor out from the shadows has been ultimately one of the most rewarding experiences of my writing career.

She was a woman of her time, but what a woman.

I am so looking forward to continuing the story of her marriage to Henry II and her life as Queen of England in
The Winter Crown
and
The Autumn Throne
.

In my opinion the most useful biographies are Ralph Turner’s and Jean Flori’s, and the Wheeler and Parsons series of articles provide an excellent summary of aspects of Alienor’s life.

Abbot Suger on the Abbey Church of St.-Denis and its Art Treasures
, edited, translated and annotated by Erwin Panofsky, Princeton University Press, ISBN 0 691 003 14 9

Baldwin, John W
.
,
Paris, 1200
, Stanford University Press, 2010, ISBN
978 0 8047 7207 5

Boyd, Douglas,
Eleanor April Queen of Aquitaine
, Sutton, 2004, ISBN 978 0750 932905

Eleanor of Aquitaine: Lord and Lady
,
edited by Bonnie Wheeler and John C. Parsons, Palgrave Macmillan, 2003, ISBN 978 0 230 60236 6