This was the first of a five part series, indie published in 2014 and a total bomb blast for me. It’s made me a fortune of about £40 in 8 years.
George Villiers was brilliant character to write. To me he was Marie de Rohan’s counterpart. Two sides of one coin. Friends and cohorts but never lovers. She saw right through him….and vice versa.
After Marie (the protagonist) Wat Montagu was my all time favourite person to write. He was Villiers’ spy, friend, punching bag and a man who fell in love at first sight of Marie de Rohan. He’d’ve died for her and almost did (more than once.)
Wat was in France when the Siege of La Rochelle happened. He watched Richelieu commanding the French army and felt torn.
Whilst Marie (French) was nominally Catholic, her uncles were Huguenots or Protestant, like Wat. And she did whatever she had to do when in France or England. No worries either way.
Eventually Wat left England and became a Catholic priest in France. Richelieu’s influence, brilliance, razor-sharp mind had obliterated all of his younger self. England, Marie, his family, Protestantism – none of that mattered to him anymore. Although he still supported and tried to help Henriette Marie after the execution of Charles I Stuart and her exile from England under Cromwell.
Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday. Which means that I have to pick the worker up from work at 3pm and not 4pm.
I came across Louise in the 1990’s. I have a book of her poetry.
I live, I die: I drown and I burn, I endure at once extreme heat and cold; Life is at once too soft and too hard, I feel boredom mingled with joys.
A whilst back someone posited a thesis that Louise ( a member of La Pléiade) was actually a man.
She/He translated the above poem as …..
Louise Labé (1524-1566) is one of the very rare authors of the XVIe century. Despite the tenuousness of her work, surprising in energy and sensuality, celebrating love, she is today one of the best known, most read and most popular poets of the French Renaissance. Some of his verses stand out in memory far beyond the circle of scholars. « I live, I die: I burn myself and drown. / I am very hot while enduring coldness: / Life is too soft and too hard for me. comes in songs. « Fuck me again, rebaise me and fuck: / Give me one of your tastiest, / Give me one of your most in love: / I’ll give you four hotter than embers » sounds familiar to many modern ears. Today, Louise Labé is entering the “Bibliothèque de la Pléiade”, at Gallimard
Picture this. Me and three other gals in a restaurant just off the Place Vendôme, Paris.
We had finished an amazing meal (restaurant is upstairs) and needed the bill. The waiter came over and chatted in English. One of them asked out loud how to ask for the bill in French. I mumbled something about an addition.
The waiter was wonderful. He said – I love the English accent speaking French. Absolute truth.
So I said…..
I love the French accent speaking English.
BTW: Castiglione is the restaurant. Amazing food. Been there about 4 times. OK. 3 times. One time me and partner in crime were waiting outside, sat at a table when an older man hoved into view and started his chattychit. The waiter whispered in my ear… come back later – when the letch had gone. We didn’t go back. Creepy vibes.
…I came across the Cours des Miracles and got side-tracked for as long as it took to write a synopsis, character profiles and an outline for another – purely fictional book – about a murder in 17th century Paris that had the Theatre and the Cour des Miracles as major characters.
Also Known As : Esclarmonda de Fois in the Occitan Language or the Langue d’Oc.
Esclaramonde means Clarity (Light) of the World.
MSHistory places her in the late 12th and early 13th century. She, apparently, turned to Catharism on the death of her husband and became especially connected with Château de Montségur. Her manner and date of death are not known for sure but she has been despised by the Catholic Church for quite a long time.
It’s a little weird to find that her story is an almost perfect reflection of that of the newly born (via Dan Brown etc) Mary Magdalene. Esclaramonde, too, spent years living in caves in the South of France and Northern Spain (Catalonia) …trying to escape her enemies!!!!
O.K. Whatever the mainstream say.
P.S. If you don’t understand the significance of the image above, go back to my old blog and several posts made in 2019 about the Red and Yellow Striped Flags and Coats of Arms.
Apparently on the day stated (in the video below) Anne de Montmorency was honoured by Henry VIII with the Order of the Garter.
Well, Anne (male btw) was the grandfather of Henri II de Montmorency about whom I know quite a bit. He was a friend of Marie de Rohan and Anne of Austria (Queen of France) as well as the brother of Charlotte de Condé – Marie’s eternal rival.
All the Montmorency were Governors … RULERS of the Languedoc which was considered an autonomous state within the state of France.
The Languedoc was the centre of the Cathar faith and also the centre of the Albigensian Crusades of the ?12th? century.
Strange that Simon de Montfort (killer of many a Cathar) married Alix de Montmorency. Yeah – like she’d just sit around and allow her husband to burn thousands of her fellow country-people !
If both N.C. and Sylvie of New Earth are right – the real date for the Albigensian Crusade was the 17th century.
And so we go back to Anne de Montmorency and his grandson Henri II.
Louis XIII and Richelieu had Henri II executed in 1632. Or so they say. With his death and the fact that he had no children by his wife, the ancient family home of Chantilly passed to his sister Charlotte. Whose husband, Condé (a cousin of Louis XIII) took possession…effectively bringing Chantilly (and the Languedoc) into the hands of the royal family of France.
OMG. It is so much easier to just put an i or j in front of a date and add 1000 years. That’s much less taxing on a brain :o)
IT IS NOT THOSE THAT BURN WHO ARE THE HERETICS, IT IS THOSE WHO LIGHT THE PYRE.
He was a very close friend of Marie de Rohan, Anne of Austria and Henriette Marie. And also became one of Buckingham’s roving spies at the age of 19. Some sources say that he and Marie de Rohan were lovers but I never believed that. They were comrades. Marie understood him all too well because, although her immediate family were Catholic, she also supported her Huguenot uncles – de Rohan & Soubise – with whom she shared exiles from France.
One day I will figure out this story of Loudon. I believe that it’s false. It took place right at the apex of the Counter-Reformation and during the 30 Years War.
Born to a MAD King, Charles VI of France, and a nympho, self-serving Queen, Isabeau of Bavaria.
She was given in marriage to Henry V of England after Agincourt and to seal Isabeau’s Treaty of Troyes wherein she sold out her own son and gave the throne of France to the Englander (pissy little island with delusions of grandeur) Henry.
Damage done. Enter Jehanne d’Arc a few years later to get rid of Les Roast Beoufs.
Although Cate did end up marrying a strapping Welsh man called Owen Tudor whose descendants gave us an entire Tudor (Twdwr) Dynasty that ended with Betty 1. Or so they say.
Y’all know where this will go next. Sigh. I’m so predictable…Once More Unto the Breach :o)