Showing posts with label conquest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conquest. Show all posts

Friday, November 2, 2012

A Year of Omens by Joanna Fulford

The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle for the year 793AD states: “This year came dreadful fore-warnings over the land of the Northumbrians, terrifying the people most woefully: these were immense sheets of light rushing through the air, and whirlwinds, and fiery dragons flying across the firmament.  These tremendous tokens were soon followed by a great famine, and not long after, on the sixth day before the ides of January in the same year, the harrowing inroads of heathen men made lamentable havoc in the church of God in Holy-island by rapine and slaughter.” 
 
When they looked out across the North Sea on that fateful day in 793 and first glimpsed the approaching sail, the monks of Lindisfarne (Holy Island) had no idea of its significance.  Accounts of the event suggest they were taken completely by surprise and were unable to defend themselves against the onslaught of the Viking warriors.  Many of the monks were slain, others stripped and beaten before being driven off.  Everything of value was seized.  Holy books were burnt, crosses thrown down.  This incident heralded the beginning of numerous Viking incursions that were to plague the inhabitants of Britain for the next 250 years.
 

At first the Norsemen were content to conduct lightning raids in which they attacked vulnerable coastal settlements and carried off slaves, livestock and plunder.  However, the shallow draught of the Viking long ships meant that they were ideally suited for navigating rivers as well, and thus affording further opportunities for raiding parties to venture into the hinterland.  Having taken what they wanted they would retreat the same way.
 


Viking policy changed irrevocably in 865 AD.  This was the year of the Great Viking Invasion.  King Aella of Northumbria captured the famous Viking chief, Ragnar Lodbrok, and had him thrown into a pit of poisonous snakes.  When news of this evil deed reached them, Ragnar’s sons, Ingvar, Halfdan and Hubba, raised a huge fleet and set sail for Northumbria, seeking revenge for the death of their father.  In fact the fleet was blown off course and landed in East Anglia further down the English coast.  The crews looted the abbeys at Ely, Crowland and Peterborough where, it is alleged, Hubba killed seventy monks himself.  After this the army headed north, conquering much of Mercia and taking the city of York. 
 

Had the kingdom not been riven by internal factions fighting amongst themselves, the city might not have fallen.  As it was, the two petty kings, Aella and Osbert, were so preoccupied with jockeying for position that they failed to see the real peril.  By the time they came to their senses it was too late.  They raised an army and attempted to retake York.  The Anglo Saxon Chronicle tells us: “Then there was immense slaughter of Northumbrians, some within and some without (the city) and both the kings were slain on the spot.”  If Osbert died quickly he was fortunate.  When the Vikings executed Aella it took the form of the blood eagle sacrifice.  For good measure they threw salt into the wound as well.
 
The Viking army over-wintered in York but, when spring came, they didn’t depart for their overcrowded northern homeland.  England was a rich and fertile country and the Vikings saw their opportunity.  They stayed and settled and intermarried with the local population.  Eventually Northumbria became part of the vast region which was known as the Danelaw. 
 
These events form the background to my story The Viking’s Defiant Bride and its sequel The Viking’s Touch.  Quite apart from offering a dramatic external conflict, the period afforded numerous possibilities for strong emotional conflicts involving divided loyalties, and exploration of the relationship between the conqueror and the conquered. 
 
It was no hardship to undertake the necessary research for these books.  Northumbria is a beautiful and fascinating area, a magnet for anyone interested in history.  Lindisfarne is still a powerfully atmospheric place with a real sense of remoteness: the island can only be reached at low tide when the causeway is exposed to permit the passage of traffic.  When you stand among the ruins of the abbey and look out across the North Sea, it isn’t hard to imagine a striped sail on the horizon.
 
 

 




 

Monday, April 16, 2012

Invasion and Conquest invaluable gifts for the writer

Hello, I'm Joanna Fulford, another avid scribbler of stories with a medieval theme. This is a broad definition. However, historical boundaries are fluid rather than rigid, with the Dark Ages flowing into the Early Medieval period. In recent years I have become engrossed in both, specifically the Viking era and the Norman Conquest because they were such important watersheds in English history. The year 1066 is probably the most memorable date of all, but 793 isn't far behind. What fascinates me is the vast web of connections between the two. From their first recorded raid on Lindisfarne to the Battle of Stamford Bridge and beyond, the Vikings were an integral part of the social and political fabric. Their influence stretched across great swathes of the known world. King William had to buy them off in order to consolidate his hold on England in the years after the Battle of Hastings. It's a deliciously ironic touch, given that he was descended from Viking stock himself.

  My books, The Viking's Defiant Bride and its sequel, The Viking's Touch, cover a 25 year period involving massive social upheaval. This began with the Great Viking Invasion of 865AD when the sons of Ragnar Lodbrok, incensed by the news of their father's death at the hands of King Aella of Northumbria, sought vengeance. Thus they gathered a huge army and took ship for England. Aella's death was equally gruesome when the Vikings caught up with him: the ritual blood eagle sacrifice, with salt thrown into the wounds for good measure. Unlike previous incursions though, this time the invaders had come to stay. The transition period, before the conquerors became established settlers, seemed to offer numerous possibilities for the writer and it was something I was keen to explore.
   My hero, Wulfrum Ragnarsson, is a warlord with the Great Army. Loyal service wins him an estate and with it a beautiful and fiery Saxon bride, Elgiva. Marriage to the Viking means that she is forced to live between two worlds, tested by both and torn by divided loyalties. Complicating matters further is the increasing attraction she feels for Wulfrum whose heart seems an impenetrable as his mail shirt.

 
   The Laird's Captive Wife is also concerned with a time of political and social turmoil: The Harrying of the North in the winter of 1069-70. Harrying is something of a euphemism. These days we call it genocide, and the episode ranks as the most infamous of all King William's deeds. William the Bastard seems to have lived up to his name in every way. On his deathbed he may have caught a whiff of sulphur because, allegedly, he confessed that the harrying troubled his conscience.
   My heroine, Ashlynn, and her family are caught up in these events. When her home is destroyed and her relatives slain, she becomes a penniless fugitive. Nevertheless, nothing is so bad it can't get worse, as she discovers when she falls into the clutches of the notorious warlord, Black Iain McAlpin. He has an agenda of his own and Ashlynn isn't part of it, until King Malcolm takes a hand and commands him to marry her. Alone and powerless, Ashlynn is forced to comply. She is taken thence to Dark Mount, an impregnable fortress in remote Glengarron. There she must come to terms with life in the wild and lawless Scottish borderlands, and with the dangerously charismatic man who is now her husband and who means to claim her for his own.