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!

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Gilbert de Clare, Eighth Earl of Gloucester and Seventh Earl of Hertford 1291 – 1314



As today is the anniversary of the Battle of Bannockburn, I thought I’d pay tribute to a man who bravely, yet foolishly lost his life on the battlefield, and whose death paved the way for Hugh Despenser’s rise to power.

Gilbert de Clare was born on 10th May 1291, the only son and heir of Gilbert (the Red) de Clare, seventh earl of Gloucester, and Joan of Acre, the daughter of Edward I. He had two elder half sisters by his father’s first marriage: Isabel and Joan (disinherited) as well as three full sisters – Eleanor, Margaret and Elizabeth. Gilbert the Red died when he was four, although his mother soon remarried Ralph de Monthermer, a squire in his father’s household.

As was the custom, when Gilbert reached a certain age, in this case, 8, he was sent away to another household to start his training as a squire. The household in question was that of his step-grandmother, Queen Margaret. To this end it should be noted that ‘our’ Gilbert was not the same as the Gilbert de Clare often mentioned as a boyhood companion of Edward II – that was his cousin, the son of Thomas de Clare of Thomand who was in fact a good ten years older.

Gilbert’s mother Joan died in April 1307 and a few months later, after Edward I’s death and the accession of Edward II, he was granted his inheritance – the vast de Clare estates and the title of the earl of Gloucester and Hertford (Monthermer forfeited the title himself upon his wife’s death). He was only 16.

However, despite his youth it seems that Gilbert proved himself to be a worthy heir to the de Clare name, especially in the on-going conflict against Scotland. In 1308-9 he was appointed the Warden of Scotland, going on to be the Captain of Scotland and the northern marches later that year.

He would probably have been happy just concentrating his efforts on Robert the Bruce, but continuing problems at court also required his attention, namely the crises generated by the presence of Piers de Gaveston, Edward’s favourite. In many ways, Gaveston put Gilbert in an awkward position as he was married to Gilbert’s sister, Margaret. Nevertheless, de Clare soon found himself siding with the Lords Ordainers, agreeing to Gaveston’s exile in both 1308 and 1311. Even so, it appears that Gilbert was not one of the more radical earls and after Gaveston’s kidnap and murder in 1312, he reconciled himself with the king.

From that moment, de Clare’s role was mainly that of the moderate, the peacemaker between the warring parties of Edward and the earl of Lancaster. It seems that both sides trusted him and valued his counsel. Indeed, he was trusted so much that Edward made him custos (guardian of the realm) twice: in 1311 (while Edward was in Scotland) and again in 1313 when Edward went to France. His experience in mediating between two difficult and stubborn parties was probably also an advantage when he was sent to France in February 1314 to negotiate over Gascony on behalf of the king.

But, once more, attention was turning north, to Scotland, where Robert the Bruce was creating huge problems for Edward. Gilbert was recalled and summoned to Berwick on Tweed with his men, most likely relieved to be back in his old field of operations. Edward’s first objective was to relieve Stirling Castle, held under siege by Edward the Bruce for almost a year. By 23rd June 1314, they had almost reached their objective - de Clare and the earl of Hereford had joint command of the vanguard – when they encountered the Scottish forces in small skirmishes. It was during these that Henry de Bohun, Hereford’s nephew was killed while attempting to take down Robert the Bruce himself. In another encounter, de Clare was unhorsed and Robert de Clifford, an experienced soldier, was repulsed by the earl of Moray and the Black Douglas.

That night, in the English camp, feelings were running high, not only from the unexpected losses, but also from exhaustion and fear that the Scots would attack under cover of darkness. The next morning, several of the more experienced commanders counselled Edward that it would be better not to fight that day but to let the men rest instead. Foremost of these voices was de Clare. However Edward was not prepared to listen and, in anger, turned to Gilbert and accused him of deceit and treachery. According to the Vita, Gilbert is said to have relied: ‘Today, it will be clear that I am neither a traitor nor a liar,’ before preparing himself for the coming battle.

He did not have to wait long. As Edward’s forces lined up facing north, towards Stirling Castle, the Scots appeared. Only they did not appear in front of them, as Edward probably expected them to, but from the west, out of the woods. The English army was completely unprepared for a Scottish attack on their flank (in fact, they couldn’t even have been sure that the Scots would meet them in the open field as they tended against such tactics). All Edward’s men could do was to turn to meet their foe, thus throwing into disarray any order they had formed and placing the archers in the way of the cavalry.

Still smarting from Edward’s rebuke, de Clare immediately took the initiative and led a charge towards Bruce’s battalions of schiltroms, his speed outstripping that of his companions. Unfortunately in his rush to glory, he had forgotten to wear his surcoat with its coat of arms identifying who he was. If he had, then it is most likely that he would have survived and been captured for a handsome ransom. But in the event, with the Scots unaware of their attacker’s importance, he was unhorsed and killed.

His bravery cannot be doubted, but neither can the fact that his sacrifice was not only unnecessary, but in vain. The English cavalry never stood a chance against Bruce’s schiltrom formations, and the archers who might have changed the course of the battle were first of all hindered by their own cavalry from a clear field of fire, and then, unprotected, were massacred by the Scots’ small band of horsemen led by sir Robert Keith. Soon, with defeat looking inevitable, Edward was led from the battlefield and the rest of the English forces also quit the field and fled. If they were lucky they also lived to see another day.

Not so Gilbert de Clare. His was the most prominent name among the dead on the field of Stirling Carse, and his loss was not only a loss to his family and friends but also for English politics. A much-needed and respected voice of moderation had gone forever from Edward’s court.

On hearing of the earl of Gloucester’s death, Bruce was also greatly saddened. Apart from the loss of a large ransom, Bruce was also de Clare’s cousin and had great respect for the young man. He had Gilbert’s body carried to a local church where he himself maintained a night-time vigil over the corpse. He then had Gilbert’s body returned to England at his own expense to be buried with his ancestors before the altar in Tewkesbury Abbey.

Although Gilbert had been married to Matilda de Burgh, daughter of the earl of Ulster, for many years, the union had been childless (despite the
Flores Historiarum – a reliably unreliable chronicle – stating that they did produce a son, John who was born and died in 1312). In normal circumstances, this would have led to a partition of the de Clare inheritance between the three full sisters, however Matilda rather conveniently announced at that moment that she was pregnant. This meant that nothing could be done until she’d been delivered – just in case a male heir was forthcoming. It wasn’t. In fact, nothing was forthcoming any time soon. The pregnancy continued for a miraculous three years until parliament finally came to their senses and realised that there probably wasn’t going to be any baby! In 1317, the lands were finally divided – with the largest portion going to the eldest sister Eleanor, and thus into the hands of her husband Hugh Despenser. And thus started his rise to power.

Sources:
Oxford Dictionary of National Biography Online
The Vita Edwardi Secundi The Battle of Bannockburn – Aryeh Nusbacher
Bannockburn 1314 – Pete Armstrong

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Back From London And...

Those of you who also read Alianore's Edward II blog will know that we have just been to London to do some research on 14th Century documents, as well as to visit the Tower (for a bit of a break). As Alianore has described everything about the trip beautifully, I won't duplicate it here but instead recommend that you read her latest post.

And if you're wondering why it's taken me so long to get back to the blog it's because I picked up a little souvenir while I was in London. It started with a sore throat, then a cough, then chronic aching and shooting pains in muscles and joints, chronic fatigue (I have been sleeping most hours of the day as well as night), fever, chills, sickness, headache. You name it - I suffered it! And, on checking the symptoms it turned out they were exactly the same as for Swine Flu so, like a good citizen, I called my doctor to come and visit me. Which he duly did and in his great wisdom declared that it was indeed 'a flu-like illness'. Well, I could have told him that. Was he going to test me for Swine Flu? No. Why? Because I had not been to Mexico or in contact with anyone who had. What utter b*****ks! The virus has now way passed that stage of initial contacts and has gone 'hot' into the community as the increasing number of cases each day shows. I would have thought that being in a large multi-cultural city like London, and travelling in crowded, contained spaces like tube trains would also have posed a high risk of infection.

Then he said that even if it was Swine Flu, it was such a mild illness that it wasn't a problem. OK, so why get people to call the NHS/their doctors in the first place then? I do agree that Swine Flu is mild compared with other flus (despite how I've been feeling), and I certainly don't want Tamiflu or anything like that. I just don't want to be treated like an idiot - being told to do one thing by the Government then made to feel like a hypochondriac by the doctor. Still, at least he admitted that it was 'flu-like'! My poor mum has also now come down with it and also phoned the NHS Direct (mainly to see if she got a better reaction than me). Oh no, the doctor on the end of the phone told her (even after she'd explained all the same symptoms as I had), that it was just a bad cold. How the hell he could diagnose that without even seeing her is beyond me. And considering she is in her sixties and asthmatic, I think it is also bad medical practice. It certainly makes you wonder what the hell is going on with the powers that be.

Anyway, rant over - thanks for letting me get that off my cough-raddled chest. I am slowly getting back to health now - each day I can do a little bit more before having to go and lie down - and my brain is starting to be able to think again too. Even so, I would still go back and do London all over again - it was a fantastic, fun and totally enriching time and just to prove it here are a few of my pics from the Tower and the Embankment walk we went on afterwards.



The White Tower



The Water Gate under St Thomas's Tower - now known as Traitor's Gate



Tower Green


Reconstruction of Edward I's chamber (and rather comfy looking bed)


The magnificent London Eye


The Palace of Westminster (not the original unfortunately) from Westminster Bridge

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Scarborough Castle



Looking up into the ruined keep at Scarborough


Just before I disappear to London and lose myself in manuscripts for a few days, I just wanted to share my photos of Scarborough Castle with you. This was where, in 1312, Edward was forced to leave a possibly sick Piers Gaveston in order to try and rally some royalist forces to go to his aid against a large number of rebel barons.


Another view of the keep


However, before he could do so, Gaveston surrendered to his enemies on the 19th May 1312 on the promise that he would be safely brought to London to face trial. But this was not to be - on the 10th June at Deddington in Oxfordshire, Gaveston was kidnapped from his escourt by the earl of Warwick and taken to Warwick Castle. He was held prisoner there for about nine days - until the earl of Lancaster arrived. Lancaster took it upon himself to be the judge and jury and declared that while Gaveston lived, England would not be safe. Accordingly, Gaveston was taken to nearby Blacklow Hill, on land owned by Lancaster and there killed by two Welshmen.


The gatehouse at Scarborough - probably the one Gaveston left by - to his death


The whole place has quite a melancholy feeling to it, most likely aided and abetted by the sound of the sea and the seagulls. When I visited it was also largely devoid of people, making the vast castle area seem even bigger and emptier. All in all it exuded a sense of desolation and sadness, although that may just have been my writer's mind imaging Pier's desperate last hours of comparative freedom deciding whether to remain put and hope Edward came through or else sacrifice himself to an unknown fate and avert a civil war.


A dramatic view of the keep - it gives a good sense of the atmosphere of the place.



King John's Chambers - the old domestic quarters of the castle




St. Mary's Chapel - an isolated place of worship near the cliff edge.

Monday, 8 June 2009

A Writerly Life

I'm afraid I haven't had much time to do any research into Despenser-related stuff this week thanks to the on-going Everest-like learning curve that is web site development. But I still wanted to get a post up just in case you all thought I'd got lazy (sipping chilled wine in the sun doesn't count!).

As I indicated a couple of posts back, Alianore and I will be setting up a super-dooper Edward II website. I am fascinated by design so I volunteered to put the site up. Trouble is, I've no experience whatsoever in web-site design etc - none, zilch, nada. Therefore I've had to sign up for on-line lessons and have been sitting at my desk, scribbling pad in hand, writing illegible notes as if I was at school. And then, because my brain takes ages to retain anything (unless it is gossip), I've had to often go back and sit through it all again the next day!

BUT, I'm pleased to say, I now have the knowledge necessary to complete the task. All that's needed now is the theme, colours etc. That is a bit more tricky - do we go for a bright, fun site, or a moody, atmospheric one? And how do we marry the information requirements of the Edward II fans, the just-curious, academics and school children?

So, that is the sort of mind-bending stuff I've been involved with lately. But, I'm pleased to say, I shall be getting loads of Medieval research done at the end of this week. Alianore is coming over from Germany to join me on a research trip to London to look at Edward's Chamber Accounts and various other documents we are dying to see (and which so far have not been fully translated or widely made available). It's going to be a pretty intense three days and we'll probably not get everything done that we want to on this trip - but there again that means there will have to be others!!

The Chamber Accounts show Edward's financial incomings and outgoings as related to the chamber (and hence controlled by the Chamberlain). Therefore, it is to be hoped that there may be some interesting expenses in there, especially during the period of Hugh being the Chamberlain. Thinking about it, it's actually quite topical considering the expenses rows going on in our Parliament at the moment - although I haven't heard about any MPs claiming for the services of minstrels yet!

So wish us luck - we may need it in navigating the etiquettes and protocols of manuscript libraries, not to mention the London Underground! After those things, translation should be a cinch!