Lady Despenser's Scribery - Introduction

This small corner of the web concentrates mainly on the life and times of Hugh Despenser the younger, as well as the reign of Edward II and the fourteenth century in general. It contains snippets of some (though certainly not all) of the research I have done in order to write a novel about him (and hopefully, later, a biography as well). Oh yes, some 21st century stuff sneaks its way in too, from time to time!

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Titivillus, Patron Demon of Writers




Today, for a little bit of light relief, I’d like to introduce you to an impish little fellow I came across by accident while surfing the web for something quite unrelated. For a start, the name alone caught my eye, and then when I saw him described as “the patron demon of writers” I just had to investigate further. It was fate.

Titivillus (or Tutivillus) has had a long and actually quite varied career. The writers’ demon connection is fairly modern, but he has had a few jobs along the way, which I shall briefly describe below.

His origins appear to go right back to early Christian times - around the fourth century AD (I said he was old, didn’t I?) when he was just a plain old recording demon, hanging around monasteries and churches to catch anyone who might be sinning by being idle or gossiping. He then wrote these sins down and hurried them off to hell, where they would be counted against that person’s soul when he died. You could say he acted a bit like the Devil’s private detective. Margaret Jennings has written a brilliant study on the little fellow called “Tutivillus: The Literary Career of the Recording Demon” (Studies in Philology 74, no.5 (December 1977)). In it she describes a popular tale that goes like this:

A deacon breaks out laughing in church during the service. Afterward, the priest reproaches the deacon, who defends himself by saying that during the service he had seen a demon writing down the idle words of some of the members of the congregation. The demon quickly filled the parchment on which he was writing, and to make more space pulled at the top with his teeth. The parchment was so overstretched (with the record of so many idle words and mumbled prayers) that it tore, and the demon was sent tumbling onto his back, making the deacon laugh. The priest is duly impressed and the story is later conveyed to the congregation so they realize that their chat during the service will be held against them on Judgment Day, because somewhere there among them is the recording demon observing the prayers "stolen from God" by their negligence.

But Titivillus did not just stick with recording. By the thirteenth century he started to appear with a sack and the objects of his attention now were people who used speech improperly - babbling, mumbling, and leaving out syllables as well as those who daydreamed or gossiped in church. These thoughts and words were gathered up, placed in his sack and then carted off to Hell in much the same way as the recording scroll was. In around 1285, his name appears for the first time in the Tractatus de Penitentia by John of Wales and became a well-known Medieval verse:

Fragmina verborum titivillus colligit horum
Quibus die mill vicibus se sarcinat ille.

Or, in translation:

Titivillus gathers fragments of these words
With which he fills his burden a thousand times a day

In other words he was quite busy!

However, Titivillus really came into his own in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. He seems to have been used to frighten people into spending their time in meaningful and spiritual ways i.e. attending mass regularly and thinking Godly thoughts. It is also around this time that he started to be blamed by monks for any mistakes that they made in copying manuscripts as well as more generally for slothful behaviour.

Throughout the next few centuries his popularity seems to have waned and he almost slipped into obscurity. However, these days he appears to have enjoyed a bit of a comeback. His previously sinister purpose seems to have now taken on a lighter meaning. Today, even with our spell and grammar checkers, errors still can creep into anything we write. Never mind, just blame Titivillus - he made us go wrong! And that other vice of writers: procrastination - surely that is just Titivillus tempting us away from the work in hand? And I won't even mention what happens to words in txt msgs. U no wat i mean?

So next time you write anything - be it a blog article or a shopping list - just keep in mind that Titivillus, the patron demon of scribes may be looking over your shoulder, just waiting for that inevitable typo.


Thanks to Timothy DeVinney and his article 'Who Is Titivillus?' For some of the information in this post. This article can be found at: http://www.titivillus-editorial.com/tes-whois.htm.

Also: ‘The Monastic Art of the Scribe’ at http://www.aquinas-multimedia.com/stjoseph/arts.html
Apologies, this last link seems not to work despite it being typed correctly (Titivillus at work?), but if you just google the article title you should be able to get to it.

Monday, 25 February 2008

The Coronation of King Edward II - 25th February 1308

I’ve written this post to celebrate the coronation of Edward II, the king that Hugh Despenser was eventually to become very closely, in fact, probably intimately, involved with. Yet, at the time, in 1308, exactly 700 years ago today, Hugh was still a minor figure within the nobility - practically landless, and with no position or wealth, his only claim to fame was the privileged and trusted position of his father as one of Edward’s advisors.
And yet the events that occurred at the coronation in many ways foreshadowed his future.

It was actually a double coronation, as Edward’s 12 year old wife, Isabella, was also to be crowned. However, the man who completely stole the show was Piers Gaveston, Edward’s first great obsession, and most probably lover. His many and varied important roles during the Coronation ceremony, including carrying the crown of St Edward, infuriated the Earls who felt they had a far greater right to them than the Gascon upstart. Gaveston also wore silk robes of royal purple encrusted with pearls and other gems, instead of the cloth of gold (material shot through with gold thread) that he and the Earls were entitled to wear in the presence of the King. In fact, the Pauline annalist, writing at the time, described him as being “so decked out that he more resembled the god Mars than an ordinary mortal".

As if his behaviour at the Coronation ceremony wasn’t bad enough, Gaveston exceeded it at the banquet, although some of the blame also has to lie with Edward, who preferred to sit next to his friend than with his new queen. The hall was decorated with hangings containing the heraldic devices of both the King and Gaveston together when traditionally, Isabella’s family arms should have been displayed. It was almost as if the King considered Gaveston to be his co-consort than Isabella. Such insults to the Queen did not pass un-noticed, especially by Isabella’s uncles’ Charles of Valois and Louis of Evreux, who, after remonstrating with the king over his behaviour, walked out.

Even the food did not cut it. Gaveston had been placed in charge of arranging the banquet but for some reason - possibly his complete ineptitude at organisation - it was a complete disaster. There was plenty of food, but it arrived late, cold and barely edible. By this time the barons must have been pretty hacked off and one - unfortunately not named - had to be restrained from an assault on Gaveston. All in all, it must have been a pretty memorable day, even if for all the wrong reasons, and it was yet another nail in Gaveston’s coffin. What Hugh thought can, of course, only be guessed at, but I’m sure he must have been as frustrated as the other guests at Gaveston’s vaunted position. His father supported the Earl of Cornwall in the months to come, but there are signs that Hugh the younger took a different path - for once being part of those dissenting against the King. But that is a topic for a future discussion…

Friday, 22 February 2008

Hugh and Eleanor, 1319, York

Hugh took a deep breath as he entered the bedchamber. Eleanor sat on a stool by the table as Blanche unpinned her hair. She sat with her eyes closed, seemingly unaware of his presence, and Hugh stopped, not wanting to disturb the scene. Blanche turned and started to acknowledge him but he put his finger to his mouth, urging her to silence and she carried on taking out the last few pins.

Finally free, Eleanor’s hair fell about her shoulders. He was amazed at how thick and shiny it still was; in fact it had changed little since their marriage day. Her face looked relaxed, as if, behind those closed eyes, she was dreaming of something beautiful, something she loved. He wondered if she dreamt about him.

Then she opened her eyes and looked straight at him: he realised she had known he was there all along and yet had let him wait until she was ready. She gave a tight smile, something he’d not been sure of getting after neglecting her earlier in order to be with Edward. Her Clare temperament was legendary and he’d half expected something to be thrown at him as he walked through the door. But there again, She’d been brought up around the Court - surely she understood how things were.

‘Blanche, you may go now,’ she instructed her serving woman. Blanche bowed, first to her mistress and then to him and left the room.

‘Nell, I am sorry about earlier, I…’ he started to say but was stopped by a shake of her head.

‘Let’s not talk of it right now,’ she said. ‘I am tired, and, I think, so are you.’

Hugh’s heart sank a little at her words: he had been hoping to find a willing lover, something to help him take his mind off the King. The feel of Edward’s lips on his was yet a vivid enough memory to make him feel disturbed inside. But the root of that disturbance was still something that he could not identify. It certainly was not revulsion: he had not been repelled at all by Edward’s kiss - much to his surprise. He had thought he’d have to steel himself against his instincts to run, in order to gain the King’s heart and yet in the end, those instincts had been non-existent. No, he suspected that the reason why he felt so disturbed was that, against all expectations, he had actually enjoyed it.

Eleanor picked the comb off the table and started to drag it through the tangles in her hair. Hugh moved forward and quietly took it, his fingers closing around hers. ‘Let me…’

He pulled the comb lightly through her hair, as if fearing to hurt her. He had a gentle touch for a man accustomed to the sword and the saddle. She relaxed back into him, letting him lull her back into that sense of relaxation with the rhythmic strokes.

‘Just like you used to…’ she murmured, a smile about her lips, ‘… before we came to court.’

‘When we were poor and almost landless, you mean.’

‘It wasn’t so bad Hugh; I could have continued like that, as long as I had you be my side.’ She sat up and turned to face him. ‘But you would never have been happy staying that way, would you?’

He stopped combing and looked down at her. ‘Ever since a boy I’ve wanted wealth and position, Nell, you know that. And now I have it - we have it.’

‘But is it enough for you Hugh? Truly?’ She stood up and took his face in her hands. ‘I have seen it in your eyes, Hugh - your hunger for more. I just wonder… where will it lead you?’

‘What do you mean?’ he asked.

She turned from him and walked towards the bed. ‘There is a side to you, one which I would rather not know, that would gladly sell his soul to the devil to get what he wanted. I fear that part of you is getting stronger. I fear that I am losing the man I love.’

She looked so lost, so vulnerable in that moment that he crossed the room in two strides and enclosed her in his arms. ‘Jesus Nell, how could you say such a thing? You’ll never lose me, I swear it.’

‘Not even to Ned?’

Her use of Edward’s pet name froze him for a second, then he recovered himself, and pushed himself slightly away from her so that he could look down into her face. ‘What in heaven are you talking about?’

‘You are always with him.’

Hugh almost laughed. ‘Of course I am always with him: I am his chamberlain - it’s my job. I thought you knew that.’

This time the eyes that met his had hardened. ‘I am not talking about your position. When you began, you and he were not close; I spent so much time convincing my uncle that you were actually likeable and not the hot-headed young upstart he thought you to be. I thought it was a hopeless task but now he demands more and more of your time - even when you have finished your business. And this evening… I saw the way he looked at you.’

Hugh felt himself flush. He was a natural born liar, but when it came to his wife, his skill fell away, and he was as flustered as any young squire caught stealing his master’s weapons. ‘I cannot deny that he seems attracted to me, but that does not mean…’

Nell gave a harsh laugh. ‘And you do nothing to encourage him, I suppose. I know you, Hugh, all too well. As I said before, you would sell your soul to the devil if it meant you got what you desired.’

‘So, you think I lust after his grace, the King? Is that what my wife really thinks.’ Hugh hit back angrily, a reaction to his guilt.

‘Not just me, Hugh. Isabella, too, thinks you are intimate with Ned. She told me so this morning.’

‘Devil take that woman! She has no right putting such thoughts into your head.’ Hugh started to pace the chamber, trying to keep his temper under some sort of control. He knew his reaction was out of all proportion to Nell’s accusation - it was as if all the bottled up emotion from earlier had now bubbled to the surface and overflowed. All because he had kissed another man, and enjoyed it.

Eleanor put an arm out to stop him. ‘Enough, Hugh. Let’s speak no more of this tonight. All I want to know right now is that you still want me in your bed, as your wife and as your friend.’

When he kissed her it was not gentle; it still contained some of the anger, but it seemed to melt its way through her skin, awakening her senses and putting to flight all of her previous tiredness. Hugh felt her soften into his as his body responded to hers. And at that moment he knew. He knew that when it came to Edward and Nell, he could have them both.

***** Newsflash Feb. '08 ******

This blog has attracted more interest than I ever thought it would which, for me, is really exciting! However, because of this I have decided upon a few changes which will hopefully take place over the next week or two (if not sooner!),

First of all, I have put a guestbook option at the end of the page. If you feel you'd like to leave a comment, but don't necessarily feel like putting one after a specific post, then please feel free to use this. I would love to hear from all you people out there!

Secondly, I have decided to split the contents of this blog between the factual elements (which will stay here) and the fictional extracts/drawings etc which will (hopefully) end up on a separate website (when I find out how!). This is because I want to keep fact and fiction separated in peoples' minds. Therefore the next piece of fiction I put up (which should be the next post unless we get any more bones found!) will be the last one on this site. I hope you will do me the honour of looking over my new site when it's up and I thank everyone for their support so far.

Oh yes, and watch out for future posts on here featuring Hugh Despenser the elder, Eleanor de Clare, Titivillus, the Patron Demon of Writers (yes, there really was/is one!), and a whole host of other interesting characters and facts about the 14th century.

Much love to you all!

Lady D.

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

The Remains of Hugh Despenser the Younger (or were they?)

I’m afraid this post is a little later than I would have liked - I wanted to do a bit of extra research first before I put my tuppence in.


In the last few days, reports have appeared that the remains of the younger Hugh Despenser may have been found at Hulton Abbey in Staffordshire. One such report, from the Telegraph, can be seen online here.

To sum up the article, the skeleton showed signs that it had been subject to being hung, drawn and quartered and decapitated - precisely the death that Hugh had suffered. Radio carbon dating put the age of the bones between 1050 and 1385 and tests suggest that the man was over the age of 34 when he died. So far, so good: the cause of death, time period and age all fit (Hugh was between 38 and 40 when he was executed in 1326). Before 1300, execution by being hung drawn and quartered was extremely rare and limited to a few individuals. Even later, in Edward II’s reign, that form of execution was still relatively uncommon - saved only for the worst traitors. On the surface, then, it would seem that Hugh could be a candidate as the owner of the bones.

But other things also need to be considered, not least the location of burial. Hulton Abbey was on land owned by Hugh’s brother-in-law, Hugh Audley. The article suggests that Despenser’s body was brought there because of family connections. In this alone, the argument loses a lot of ground. Audley and Despenser may have been connected through family ties (they were both married to de Clare sisters) but any closeness ended there. In 1317, when Hugh inherited his third of the de Clare estates (through his wife Eleanor), he decided it wasn’t enough and in 1320 also tried to take some of Audley’s lands off him. The two became enemies and it ended up with Audley being exiled from court and joining the anti-Despenser contingent which eventually succeeded in getting the Despensers banished from court and disinherited in 1321. After the battle of Boroughbridge in 1322, Audley then spent the next four years imprisoned, largely because of Despenser.

So, Audley had no love at all for Despenser and I cannot see any reason at all why he would want to bury his brother in law in Abbey Grounds on his land. In fact, if he’d got hold of it I wouldn’t have put it past him to dump it down some disused mineshaft! Anyway, it wasn’t as if Despenser’s body had nowhere else to go.

And that brings me onto a second point to do with his burial. Practically all documentary evidence that exists states that in 1330, after Edward III’s coup over Roger de Mortimer and his mother, Eleanor de Clare was allowed to gather together her late husband’s remains and give them a burial at Tewkesbury Abbey. Tewkesbury Abbey was the traditional burial place of both the de Clares and the Despensers - their tombs and graves surround the High Altar, and Hugh had been a patron of the Abbey too. Eleanor constructed a magnificent tomb for him just to the right of the High Altar and facing out into the south ambulatory. The whole thing is in a bit of a poor state now and an Abbot John’s tomb slab has replaced Hugh’s (as well as his effigy). Nevertheless, at the time, it was a fitting, elaborate and expensive memorial for her husband to be put to rest in. Therefore the question begs to be asked - why on earth would Eleanor go to so much trouble only to have Audley bury Hugh up in Staffordshire - a place with no Despenser connections?

The article also states that ‘only the head, a thigh bone and a few vertebrae were returned to her. These are the bones that are missing from the Hulton Abbey skeleton.’ Despite a lot of searching around I cannot find reference to Eleanor receiving just these bones or of anything so detailed. If such a reference exists and anyone reading this knows of it - please, please let me know so I can eat humble pie! Apart from the earlier chronicles mentioning Hugh’s burial at Tewkesbury, the only other references I can find in connection with this come from a marvellous book: Tewkesbury Abbey: History, Art and Architecture (edited by Richard K Morris and Ron Showsmith, Logaston Press, 2003). The first one reveals that Hugh’s tomb was opened sometime in 1795, a report of the time stating: ‘when on removing the lid there appeared to be nothing remaining in it except some pieces of rich gold tissue, ornamented with the arms of de Clare, probably part of the sacerdotal habits, the gift of one of the Clares.’ Unfortunately these remnants were probably part of Abbot John’s burial and not Despenser’s.

The other reference to Hugh’s burial, also cited in the above book, is from the fourth volume of The Itinery of John Leland in or about the years 1535-43 (L.T. Smith (ed), London 1906-10). It says that: ‘one of the quarters [of Hugh the younger] was buried by the lavatory of the high altare.’ Of course, it is impossible to state that such a report written over two hundred year later is by any means reliable or exact, but it is yet another account that Hugh’s remains (or what was left of them) came to Tewkesbury. Personally, I think that, after transport to (and later from) their places of display, as well as three or four years exposure to the elements, the remains were not in a particularly good condition and were also probably incomplete. I certainly doubt that Eleanor would have wanted to see her former husband in that sorry state.

After reading the article, I contacted Dr Mary Lewis, a biological anthropologist at Reading University who has been studying the skeleton, to ask her about the bones. Although she has put forward the theory that it could be Hugh Despenser the younger, she also says that is in no way certain. After looking at the historical record it is my instinct that the remains at Hulton are not those of Hugh Despenser. However, they are obviously of someone who suffered a dreadful form of execution, and I think that that someone might exist somewhere in historical record. Therefore, if anyone has any other information that may help Dr Lewis with the identification of this skeleton, please either get in touch with her or let me know and I will pass it on.

And finally - I would really like to thank Dr Lewis for bringing Hugh Despenser the younger to greater public attention than he has had for a long time and for provoking several interesting discussions on the net!

Monday, 18 February 2008

Surreal Conversations About History

People who know me know that for a large percentage of the time my brain is engaged with the early 14th century as I research and speculate on this and that to do with Edward II and Hugh Despenser. This also means that, from time to time, they may get a little impromptu history lesson or that I may suddenly come out with some random comment about chausses or the purpose of the buttery. Those that love me, are kind enough to indulge me and at times, even have the good manners appear to be interested (those that don’t love me disappeared long ago to seek the company of more everyday people).

Anyway, in light of that, I was out for a meal the other night with my daughter and mother (who have no choice other than to put up with me!). Mum and I are interested in researching our family tree and it was mentioned that everybody is probably related to some noble house or other from medieval times. Then it continued:

Me: Well, I hope my ancestor is from the Edward and Despenser supporters. I’d hate it to be Roger Mortimer! (said in jest (!) for all you Mortimer fans!)

Daughter: Why, was he a baddie?

Mum (after a pause - and yes, the surrounding noise was quite high): A Brownie? Did you say a Brownie?

After that, I just couldn’t shake the image from my head of Roger Mortimer dressed as a Brownie, sitting on a big fake toadstool next to Brown Owl. I’m trying to think what badges he could have collected? Any ideas?


Another surreal conversation from being misheard happened only yesterday when me and the usual suspects (above) took a trip to Farleigh Hungerford Castle near Bath. After a bit of walking around we sat on a nice wooden bench in the weak February sunshine to have some hot chocolate out of a flask. We looked at the damaged remains of the castle walls around us.

Mum: Not much left, is there? There was much more at Goodrich.

Me: That’s because Goodrich was built stronger - it was more of a fortress - for defence. Farleigh Hungerford, although fortified, was built more for showing the status of its owner.

Mum: How come it didn’t need such thick walls though?

Me: It’s a bit complicated but basically, during the time it was built, castles were going out of fashion. They couldn’t withstand the new technology of gunpowder and cannonballs being hurled at them.

Daughter: Cannibals? Why did they hurl cannibals into the castle? Was it to eat the people or something?


Cue another indelible image of knights standing in huge steaming cauldrons surrounded by root vegetables. I suppose it could have happened in a parallel universe! Maybe I should write a book of alternative history according to my family…

Thursday, 14 February 2008

Hugh and Eleanor

Seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day and that, sadly, I have no-one else to occupy my thoughts, I have decided to do a little piece on Hugh and Eleanor. As with all my other posts, I have used all the information I have to hand at present and if anything comes up on later research, I shall update it.

Well, the marriage between Hugh and Eleanor was arranged NOT by Edward II as some have presumed but actually by his father, Edward I. It seems that Edward owed Hugh the elder a sum of 2000 marks. This state of affairs actually wasn’t that uncommon as money was often loaned between nobles, or between nobles and royalty. Also, it may have been owed for military service performed by Hugh. Anyhow, the King owed Hugh money, but instead of repaying it the normal way, he instead suggested that maybe Hugh’s younger son might want to marry his eldest granddaughter, Eleanor de Clare. This was to be a union of prestige rather than money. At that point neither Hugh nor Eleanor had much in the way of lands or money and it was unlikely that that situation would change anytime soon (or until Hugh the Elder died anyway). However, the marriage did have the benefit of bringing Hugh the younger (and also his father) into the royal circle. I’m sure that Hugh the elder also saw this as a reward for his long years of loyal service to the King.

The wedding may have taken place on May 26th at Westminster Abbey, four days after
Hugh had been knighted at the Feast of the Swan. A reference to this comes from an entry in the Keepers Book of 34 Ed I: E101.369.11, on page 32 of a thesis by Richard Rastall:

£37.4.0d to Richard de Whiteacre, Richard de Leyland, harpers, and various other minstrels making their minstrelsy before the king and other nobles on the 25 May, on which day Joan, daughter of the Count of Baar, was married to Earl Warrenne, and on the 26 May, on which day Eleanor, daughter of the Earl of Gloucester, was married to the younger lord Hugo le Despenser in the king’s Chapel at Westminster: London, May.

However, just to muddy the waters a bit, there is another reference in the Patent Rolls of June 14th which seems the indicate that the marriage had not yet taken place:

Grant to Hugh le Despenser, son of Hugh le Despenser, between whom
and Eleanor daughter of Gilbert, sometime earl of Gloucester and Hertford,
the king's niece, a marriage is contracted, with the king's and the said
Hugh's assent, the said Hugh having promised before the king to give
them 200/. a year in land, for life, of 2,000/. sterling out of the issues of
the escheatry this side Trent, to wit, of custodies and of marriages, whether
of heirs or widows, to be valued when they fall in by the treasurer and the
escheator this side Trent, and if refused on such valuation by the said Hugh,
to be sold within a mouth, and the money arising therefrom to be delivered
to him.

This obviously needs more looking into and if I find any other documentation regarding the date in future you can be sure I will add it here.

At the time they were wed, Eleanor was about thirteen and a half (she was born in 1292) and Hugh was between 17 and 19. These were quite normal ages for marriages at that time, although they weren’t always consummated immediately because of the girl’s young age. Not being a fly on the wall at their wedding night, it is impossible to say what happened, but it is my opinion that nothing did. Eleanor was still pretty young to have gone through childbearing at that age and I’m sure that her welfare must have been uppermost in the mind of her brother, Gilbert, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford and also the King himself. I’m sure Hugh must have received some ‘friendly’ advice to make her happy or else!

Weddings of such status were always a lavish affair. According to Henrietta Leyser, in Medieval Women (Phoenix Press, 1996, pps.108-109):

The bride and groom met at the church door for the wedding service. Here the groom made an announcement as to the dower his bride was to receive and gave her, arranged on a book or a shield, gold or silver as symbol of her dower and the ring that, once blessed and asperged, he would place on her finger. Vows in the vernacular were then exchanged: although a wife was expected to obey her husband, the bride’s vow of obedience was not introduced until the Reformation, in 1549.

The couple now entered the church. Prayers and Mass followed and, after the Sanctus, the couple knelt (under a pall) for a further blessing on their marriage.

After the wedding came the wedding feast - which for a wedding as high status as Hugh and Eleanor’s was probably very grand, with three courses containing between ten and fifteen dishes for each course. Minstrels were in attendance (see above) - so there would have been music and dancing and general making merry.

Later during the celebrations, the priest (or higher equivalent in this case, I’m sure) would have blessed the marriage bed and chamber. As for the infamous bedding ceremony, often described in novels, there isn’t much evidence that this happened in reality and I’m sure that with a girl as young as Eleanor, some discretion would have been used.

It seems that Hugh and Eleanor had a fairly good marriage, with genuine affection, if not love for each other - although that cannot be proved by dry documents. Eleanor bore Hugh their first child - a son and heir in 1308 or 1309 (another pointer that the marriage was not consummated immediately, although of course it might have taken her a while to conceive). This son was, of course, named Hugh. Other children followed, of which I’ll write a more detailed post in future. But to sum them up - here’s a list (note that it is hard to fix more than an approximate date of birth for most of them):

Hugh (1308/09)
Isabella (1312)
Edward (prior to 1315)
Joan (1316)
Eleanor (1318/20)
Gilbert (prior to 1321)
John (unknown)
Un-named son (born and died 1321)
Margaret (1319/25)
Elizabeth (1325/6/7)

After about 1318 it has been alleged (and is most likely true) that Hugh became the King’s lover - it is hard to explain Edward’s obsession with him from any other angle. Even so, as can be seen from above, Hugh was still sharing Eleanor’s bed and producing children way past the obligatory heir and a spare that was required. It is also possible that he produced an illegitimate son, Nicholas de Litlington (again, more about that in a future post). Edward, too, had several children. It seems that these men, even if they were engaged in a homosexual affair, were also still capable of (and even keen on having) heterosexual encounters too. Sexuality in Medieval times is such a fascinating topic that it deserves a post all to itself, so I will say no more other than sexuality then did not seem to be as rigidly defined as it is today.

Of course, what Eleanor made of all this is hard to say. Maybe she would have felt that Hugh having an affair with her favourite uncle was far less threatening than another woman! Then again, some chronicles of the time suggested that it was Eleanor the King was having the affair with, not Hugh! Once again, sorry to hold back but there is enough material on this for another post. In summary though, there is no way to tell what was going on between Eleanor and Edward, but in the records there are plenty of entries that show that they were very, very close indeed. And there is no doubt that Hugh and the King trusted her completely. She seems to have had a firm hand on the reigns of many of Hugh’s estates and in 1324 the King gave her charge of the household of his younger son, John of Eltham. She also had permission to read Isabella’s letters, leading to the charge that she was a spy for Edward against the Queen.

When Hugh fled with the King before Isabella and Mortimer’s invasion force, Eleanor stayed at the Tower of London with her children and her ward. She was taken prisoner and held for the next two years. Three of her daughters were taken and forcibly veiled, which must have been traumatic both for her and them. Isabella had wanted Hugh to be brought to London for trial and execution. It is interesting to speculate that maybe she had wanted Eleanor to be present to add to her punishment (and Hugh’s). After Isabella and Mortimer were overthrown by Edward III, Eleanor was eventually given permission to collect Hugh’s scattered body parts and bury him. She did so in a splendid (or it would have been at the time) tomb in Tewkesbury Abbey, showing that she still preserved some (if not all) of the affection she once felt for the man who had taken both of them from relative obscurity to the heights of power before crashing to earth spectacularly in blood and shame.

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Who Was Hugh Despenser the Younger? - In a (very large) Nutshell



The Early Years


The exact date of Hugh’s birth is not known but it was most likely between 1286 and 1290. He was the eldest son of Hugh Despenser (the elder) who was the son of another Hugh (the even elder) who fought alongside Simon de Montfort against Henry III during the Baron’s war of 1265. He was killed by Roger de Mortimer (grandfather of the Roger de Mortimer who became Queen Isabella’s lover and deposed Edward III) at the Battle of Evesham, thereby starting a feud between the Despensers and the Mortimers which was to have deadly echoes decades later. His mother was Isabelle de Beauchamp, the daughter and sister of two of the Earls of Warwick, so he was certainly well connected.

During his early years, while his father was one of Edward I’s most trusted councillors, Hugh probably grew up at court and would have known the future Edward II and his boyhood companions. He would have been trained in the arts of the knight and been schooled like any young lad of his rank and station. However, unlike many of the other young men, until his father died, he was virtually landless and therefore had no influence at court. How this affected him is not known, but he certainly made up for lost time later on!

Hugh was knighted, alongside 266 others (including Edward of Caernarfon) on 22nd May 1306 at a grand celebration in Westminster, known as the Feast of the Swan. Four days later, on the 26th, he married Eleanor de Clare, the sister of the current Earl of Gloucester, Gilbert de Clare and the eldest grand-daughter of the King. His marriage into the royal circle was arranged by Edward I himself, in lieu of a debt he owed to Hugh the Elder of 2000 marks. Unfortunately, for both Hughs the joy of the occasion must have been marred by the death of the younger Hugh’s mother on the 30th May.

However, despite such a high profile marriage, Hugh the younger was still without many manors to call his own and by 1309, with one child already, he had to ask his father to give him some more land so that he could support his family. The (now) king, Edward II also gifted him a manor, although at this time there is nothing to suggest anything of the closeness they later shared.

The Angry Young Man

Things dramatically changed in 1314 when, at the battle of Bannockburn, Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, was killed fighting the Scots. As he left no issue, the three de Clare sisters, Eleanor, Margaret and Elizabeth were now the heirs of the vast de Clare estates. The only problem was, Gilbert’s widow Matilda was claiming that she was pregnant - a claim that continued, bewilderingly, for the next 3 years! Until it could be proved that she was not about to bear another son and therefore heir, the lands could not be redistributed by Parliament. As you can imagine, this must have been very frustrating for Hugh, who stood to inherit a third of the vast de Clare estates by right of is wife and in the next couple of years he became involved in a couple of incidents that showed him as less than angelic.

For starters, in 1315, he attacked and seized the castle of Tonbridge which at the time was being held by the long-time pregnant widow of Gilbert de Clare, Matilda. As it turned out, she in turn held it from the Archbishop of Canterbury, so heaven knows what Hugh hoped to gain from this attack, but he was soon forced to hand it back.

Then, in February 1316, he assaulted John Ros in front of Edward II during a Parliament at Lincoln Cathedral, punching him more than once in the face. The two men were arrested and imprisoned. Hugh’s excuse for the attack that Ros had tried to arrest Ingelram Berenger, a loyal friend and retainer of his father’s. However, Alianore, in her Edward II Blog puts forth an alternative suggestion, one which I think is entirely plausible. Hugh’s brother, Philip had been married to a Margaret Goushill until his death in 1313. Seven months later, she remarried to John Ros. In those days widows were supposed to wait at least a year before re-marriage or else it looked like unseemly haste. Maybe Hugh saw Ros’s quick marriage as an insult to his dead brother’s honour and memory, and, added to the attack on Berenger, thought that Ros needed teaching a lesson. However, to have done it in front of the king was a little foolhardy to say the least and it may be an indication that Hugh was a bit of a hothead in his younger days.

Needless to say, these actions did not much endear him to the King, who did nothing to speed up the division of the de Clare inheritance by investigating the widow Matilda’s now ridiculous gestation. However, it seems that by 1317 the partition issue was solved once and for all and Hugh received his lands. Soon after, in November, the magnates elected Hugh as Edward’s chamberlain. This position was extremely important as it meant that Hugh practically controlled every aspect of the King’s household, including who could have access to him. How Hugh managed to get elected is a matter for debate, especially as Edward still seemed fairly cold towards him. It is even more fascinating then that Hugh was able to change the King’s at best indifference into what amounts to what looks like infatuation. Hugh became Edward’s favourite, pushing aside former favourites such as Roger Damory and Hugh Audley (married to Eleanor de Clare’s sisters, Elizabeth and Margaret respectively), and William Montacute.

The King’s Favourite

Finally Hugh had lands and position. But this was not nearly enough for him. After inheriting the Lordship of Glamorgan, his next actions were to deprive his brothers-in-law, Audley and Damory of some of their lands too, marking the beginning of a long career (in partnership with his father), of grabbing as much land and money as he could get his hands on. Other dubious deeds followed (and I will be looking at these in later posts) and it soon seemed that, because of the King’s affection for him, he could do whatever he liked. It was like another Gaveston had arrived, but unlike Gaveston, Hugh was an intelligent, ambitious and ruthless man. And of course, the consequence of this was that nobody, especially among the aristocracy, liked him very much (and that is probably the understatement of the year!).

The situation came to a head in 1320 when Hugh seized Gower for the Crown. His reason was that John de Mowbray had bought the lands from his father-in-law, William de Braose without royal consent. As it stood, under Marcher Law, de Mowbray didn’t actually need Edward’s say-so, but Despenser decided to ignore this age old right, thereby infuriating the rest of the Marcher Lords, including the Earl of Hereford and Roger de Mortimer. The anti-Despenser lobby grew, with Despenser lands in Wales being attacked in what became known as the Despenser wars. Eventually, pressure from the magnates proved too much and Edward was forced to exile Hugh and his father from the Kingdom. Hugh the elder went quietly enough, settling in Bordeaux but his son became a pirate in the English Channel and even managed to capture two important ships crying much wealth.

Due to divisions in the ranks of the rebels and a great deal of dissembling, bribes and threats on Edward’s part, the period of exile did not last long and within two months he had his two favourites back by his side again. Thereafter, they set about gaining vengeance on those who had forced Edward to put them aside. To cut a long story short, England was all but plunged into a civil war as the Crown sought to defeat the rebels – or Contrariants as they were also known. With support from his Welsh allies, Edward soon wiped out all opposition in south Wales and thence turned his attentions towards the northern March. Soon, Roger Mortimer surrendered and was taken to the Tower of London as a prisoner. The rest of the rebel Lords faced a showdown with Edward at Boroughbridge in March 1322. At this battle, the Earl of Hereford was killed and the powerful Earl of Lancaster was captured, attainted of treason and executed.

Tyranny and Defeat

At last, with all opposition either dead, imprisoned or exiled, the Despensers found themselves with total power over the country - the King preferring to leave most of the business of government to them. As before this included who had access to Edward. They made sure that the King never saw anyone, even his own wife, Isabella, without one of them being present. Of course all this led to many serious abuses of power, with the Despensers gaining lands and money by any means possible, including imprisonment and extortion. Their power and tyranny was far greater than before and it seemed that no one could now stop them.

However, fate was about to turn against them in the form of Hugh’s greatest enemy, and also Queen Isabella herself. In 1323, Mortimer managed to escape from the Tower of London and fled to France where he spent his time as a sword for hire. In 1324 with war against France over Gascony looming, Despenser also persuaded Edward to confiscate many of Isabella’s properties and to cut her allowance. This must have made the Queen absolutely hate Hugh and his father – she hadn’t liked them much before as it was. Nevertheless, she managed to persuade Edward that all was well and so he sent her to her brother in France to act as a mediator to sue for peace. Once over there she claimed that her life had been in danger from the Despensers and refused to return until Edward agreed to put them aside from court.

Of course, that was something that Edward was never going to do and so the position seemed to be stuck at stalemate, with the Queen in France becoming a magnet for all those who had fled England in exile before. Before long this circle also included Roger Mortimer who became her secret (and then not so secret) lover. In the meantime the King of France demanded that Edward come to him to pay homage for Gascony. Edward hesitated, fearing that if he left, the Despensers would be vulnerable. Instead, in a foolish move he sent his son and heir, Edward instead. Of course, once in France the boy was in his mother’s, and Mortimer’s hands and they were determined that he should not return to his father.

In September 1326, Isabella and Mortimer had managed to summon up an army, mostly from Hainult, and invaded England. Tired of the tyrannical regime, English barons, lords and knights joined them, haemorrhaging support from the Crown. Edward and the younger Hugh fled London for south Wales and there boarded a boat. Unfortunately the stormy weather was against them and they were forced to put into land again. They were captured during a terrible storm; Edward was taken to Kenilworth while Hugh was taken to Hereford. The older Despenser, who was holding Bristol Castle for the King was also captured, tried and executed.

The younger Hugh, knowing what sort of punishment lay ahead of him at the hands of Mortimer and Isabella, tried to starve himself. The Queen had wanted him to be executed in London, but due to his weakening state it was thought that he wouldn’t live that long. Therefore he was put on trial in Hereford where he was not allowed to speak and a long list of charges was read out – some of which he was guilty of and some of which were utterly ridiculous. After the inevitable sentence he was drawn to the gallows by four horses instead of the usual two and hung on a 50-foot scaffold. Then, still alive, he was cut down, tied to a ladder, castrated, disembowelled and finally beheaded. At one point he was heard to call out for forgiveness before the pain finally took over. It is also said that Isabella and Mortimer feasted as they watched his death - the sight obviously didn’t put them off their food! Hugh’s head was then displayed on London Bridge and the rest of his body parts similarly exhibited at York, Bristol, Carlisle and Dover. These parts were finally reunited and buried four years later by Eleanor (and with permission from Edward III) at Tewkesbury Abbey.

The King’s Lover?

Before I finish - just a little note on Hugh’s sexuality. The majority of historians have assumed that Hugh had a homosexual relationship with Edward. If so, it certainly would go a long way to explaining Edward’s completely blind obsession with him. Some chroniclers of the time have also hinted at it but there is no evidence that can prove the issue one way or the other. Sexuality was looked at in a very different way in the 14th century to what it is now and it must also be noted that both men also seemed to have had very healthy heterosexual relationships too (especially Hugh as he had about nine children with Eleanor and probably one illegitimate son too). As is often the case, the long lens of history tends to blur the facts and nothing is ever as black or white as it seems. However, this is a subject I intend to return to in more detail in a later post.

Monday, 11 February 2008

Drawing of Hugh Despenser the Younger

OK, I'm no artist, but I do like to use images to bring my written characters to life.

Here is my first picture of Hugh Despenser the younger (Yes, there will be more I'm afraid!). The way I 'see' characters is by having an initial image of them in my head and then 'casting' a current actor or actress to play them (as if it were a film). Can you guess the actor I have cast for Hugh, based on the picture (a clue - he's British and no stranger to sword-play)? All correct answers win a virtual trip of the imagination in a century of their choice!