The Plantagenets (65 page)

Having begun his drive for European glory by war with France, Edward had in the late 1340s begun to add another strand to his strategy: he planned to knit the family deeper into the fabric of European aristocracy through contracting dynastic matches for his children. No Plantagenet king since Henry II had sired so many children who grew to adulthood. Although Lionel of Antwerp had been betrothed at just three years old to an heir to the earldom of Ulster, Edward saw opportunities further afield for his children – particularly the girls.

So it was that as the tournament season reached its peak in August 1348, his second daughter Joan prepared to take her leave of the family and begin a new life as bride to Peter, son of King Alfonso XI
of Castile. The Plantagenets had roots in Castile: Henry II’s daughter Eleanor had been married to Alfonso VII, and her granddaughter, also named Eleanor, had been returned to England as beloved queen consort to Edward I. It was an illustrious marriage that beckoned for the fifteen-year-old Joan, and the preparations for her departure were made with appropriate ostentation.

The young girl was dispatched from Portsmouth with four ships to carry her attendants and belongings. The wedding dress designed for the princess gives us a clue as to the astonishing splendour in which she was expected to represent her dynasty: Joan was to be married in a gown made from 450 feet of rakematiz – luxurious, thick silk interwoven with strands of golden thread.

The ships were heavily armed. The arrival of an English princess in Bordeaux – where she was to disembark before travelling south to Castile – was intended to remind Aquitaine of the immense power of the erstwhile duke-king. Aboard the ships were a talented Spanish minstrel sent as a pre-wedding gift by the groom, two senior royal officials and 100 royal archers. The chapel ornaments aboard Joan’s ship bore decorations of fearsome fighting dragons. There may have been a truce in operation, but the Channel and Gascony were still war zones, and it was as well to remind onlookers of England’s military muscle.

But when Joan arrived at Bordeaux, splendour and finery entered a town in the grip of an uncaring beast. The mayor, Raymond de Bisquale, stood at the harbour waiting anxiously for his guests to arrive. The moment Joan’s ships hove in sight he issued a dire warning to the passengers and crews. The town was in the grip of a deadly plague. It was not safe for the royal party to enter.

Everyone aboard the ships would already have known of the disease that had swept, in little more than three years, from the Asian steppe to the heart of Europe. The Continent was already reeling from the effects. The French called it
la très grande mortalité
. The English version was a direct translation: the
huge mortalyte
. It was a very literal description of the disease that historians since the sixteenth century have called the Black Death. Its coming, against the background of the
consuming, vicious Valois–Plantagenet war, would transform medieval lives and minds. War slaughtered tens of thousands along the villages of the Seine, among the vineyards of Bordeaux, before the forest of Crécy and in front of the gates of Calais. The Black Death would annihilate millions, with no regard for where it found them.

Already, the plague had ripped through Cyprus, Sicily, the Holy Land and the Italian states. It reached France through Marseille and spread north and south at an unstoppable, inescapable pace. It slashed south through Aragon towards Castile and north to Rouen and Paris, from where Philip VI fled. (His queen, Joan the Lame of Burgundy, would die of plague on 12 September.) Black flags were raised over villages as the disease reached them. Warning off visitors was the only precaution possible.

This was what Mayor Bisquale was attempting to do when Joan’s ships pulled in. But the royal party were not interested. His warnings were brushed aside. The English party had come from a country untouched as yet by the scourge that had ravaged the rest of Europe. God had granted them so many victories since 1340; perhaps the princess and her advisers – among them Andrew Ullford, a veteran of Crécy – believed they might be spared this latest threat.

They were not. In mid-August, Ullford contracted the disease that had been sweeping across western Europe at a pace of two and a half miles a day since the autumn of 1347. While Edward’s family enjoyed the glorious carousal of the tournament life, Ullford lay in the Château de l’Ombrière and suffered the grim descent into death shared by millions of other Europeans. A typical plague victim developed large, tumour-like buboes on the skin: they started the size of almonds and grew to the size of eggs. They were painful to the touch and brought on hideous deformities when they grew large. A bubo under the arm would force the arm to lurch uncontrollably out to the side; sited on the neck it would force the head into a permanently cocked position.

The buboes were frequently accompanied by dark blotches, known as God’s tokens – an unmistakable sign that the sufferer had been touched by the angel of death. Accompanying these violent
deformities, the victim often developed a hacking cough that brought up blood and developed into incessant vomiting. He gave off a disgusting stench, which seemed to leak from every part of his body – his saliva, breath, sweat and excrement stank overpoweringly – and eventually he began to lose his mind, wandering around screaming, and collapsing with the suffering.

Ullford died on 20 August, his fate sealed from the moment he walked into a plague zone. Other members of the royal party were quick to succumb. On 2 September, Princess Joan died. She never wore her beautiful wedding dress, nor reached her husband in Castile. Instead she died a bloody, stinking death at fifteen years of age, on the cusp of womanhood. Her only respite at the end was perhaps that she died a virgin and not a pregnant wife. Expectant mothers invariably gave birth during their death throes.

September 1348 was therefore a grim month for Edward III. Word reached England that Joan was dead around the same time that the Black Death began to grip the southern counties, and at the same time he heard that his baby son William of Windsor was also dead, aged three months. The infant was given a full state funeral – a dignity never afforded to Joan, whose body was mysteriously lost in Bordeaux and never recovered.

To lose two children in a month was heartbreak for the king and queen. But there was little time for personal grief, as the realm was cast suddenly and violently into a state of utter devastation and despair. The Black Death tore through the population. It leaped from its entry point – a ship that docked at either Southampton or Melcombe Regis (now part of Weymouth) in Dorset brought the first cases to England – to Wiltshire, Hampshire and Surrey. On 24 October the bishop of Winchester wrote that the plague had made a ‘savage attack on the coastal area of England’ and that he was ‘struck with terror’ at the thought of the disease spreading.

But spread it did. Between 1348 and 1351, many villages lost between one-third and one-half of their populations, the devastation of the plague coinciding with a terrible murrain among sheep, to add to the misery. The chronicler Henry Knighton wrote that ‘there was
no memory of death so stern and cruel since the time of Vortigern, King of the Britons, in whose day, as Bede testifies, the living did not suffice to bury the dead’. Settlements particularly weakened during the floods and the Great Famine of 1315–22 were wiped out completely. The great death spared no one for the sake of their virtue or their class. From princesses like Joan to beggars who bled and vomited to death in the streets, there was no avoiding it. Edward might destroy the armies of Philip VI; he was helpless against the armies of the bacterium
Yersinia pestis
.

Chivalry Reborn

It was St George’s Day at Windsor: 23 April 1349. After a winter’s lull, England was once again racked by the pangs of the Black Death. Edward, not to be distracted from his favourite pastime, was hosting a tournament for the knights of the realm, a festival of jousting and prayer in the castle where he had been born, and where he planned a series of elaborate building works to begin the following year.

The twenty-five men invited to the jousts were largely veterans of the French wars. They included the Black Prince, the earls of Lancaster, Warwick and Devon, Roger Mortimer (who would soon regain his grandfather’s title as earl of March), the new earl of Salisbury, William Montagu’s son, also called William, and other royal companions and comrades. They were champions of the tournament and would relish the chance to show off their military prowess before gatherings of ladies.

The form of the tournament was fixed in advance. The knights would divide into two teams of thirteen, and ride against each other until one side was victorious. On this occasion there was added spice. William Montagu, the earl of Salisbury, and his steward Sir Thomas Holland rode on opposite teams. These two were in the unusual position of both being married to the same woman: Edward’s cousin Joan of Kent. Joan, a radiant twenty-year-old of royal blood, had grown up with the Black Prince. She was a granddaughter of Edward I and Froissart called her ‘the most beautiful woman in England’.

Her marital position was extraordinary. Joan had been given in marriage to Salisbury, the young warrior knighted alongside the Black
Prince before Crécy. Yet a year before the tournament at which she now took her place, it had been stated by Holland that she was already married, to him, and that the marriage had been consummated. The case was heading to the pope for settlement, and the rivalry between Joan’s two ‘husbands’ was therefore fierce.

With Joan playing the dazzling heroine and watching her two rivals clash in battle, the stage was set for an exciting spectacle. Yet there was more still to single out this tournament: for this was the occasion on which Edward III had determined to launch a knightly institution that would eventually win fame across the world. The tournament at Windsor marked the formal institution of the Order of the Garter, England’s most exclusive knightly club and one of Edward’s most brilliantly realized acts of kingship.

The king, like his grandfather Edward I, was captivated by the Arthurian legend, with its heroic deeds, fearsome military reputation and famous gentleness towards women and the stricken. Like his grandfather, Edward III was determined that Plantagenet kingship should absorb and reflect all the great values of the Arthurian world.

He had made his first attempt in January 1344, as the Breton phase of the war with Philip was under way, when he held an earlier tournament at Windsor to inaugurate a knightly society of the Round Table. The chronicler Adam of Murimuth wrote that the king ‘made a great supper at which he began his Round Table and received the oaths of certain earls and barons and knights whom he wished to be of the said Round Table’. Then, deadly serious about building a physical centre for a cult of royal knighthood, Murimuth says the king issued instructions to his clerk of the works that a ‘most noble house’ should be added to Windsor castle, ‘in which the said Round Table could be held at the time appointed’. This noble house was to be made of stone, 200 feet in diameter, perhaps with a tiled roof around the outside in the fashion of a later Elizabethan globe theatre. In the first year of construction £507 17s 11½ d was spent on the Round Table house – a handsome sum indeed. No expense was to be spared in the pursuit of Arthuriana, and in 1345 Edward bolstered his project by ordering a search for the body of Arthur’s supposed ancestor Joseph of Arimathea.

As war escalated in the mid-1340s, the Round Table project had run short of cash and stalled. The cost of the fighting in Brittany compelled all funds to be diverted to waging war. Five years on, however, Edward had not abandoned his ambitions to form an exclusive brotherhood by which he could bind the elite knights and noblemen of his realm to the Crown. Throughout his tournament season of 1348 the king had been toying with the idea of creating an Order of the Garter. At Windsor in 1349, he formalized the idea and fixed the membership of the Order.

The Garter itself was an odd item to symbolize what was in its very essence a club for men of war. The story was spread that the idea of the Garter came spontaneously, when the countess of Salisbury dropped a garter during a dance, and Edward picked it up, saying ‘
Honi soit qui mal y pense
’ (Evil to him who thinks evil of it) and thus coining the Order’s motto. But the tale is apocryphal, and probably muddles an allusion to the countess of Salisbury’s (i.e. Joan of Kent’s) scandalous marital situation with a saucy account of the king adopting a sexualized, feminine item of clothing for the badge of a soldiers’ companionship. Edward’s parties were famously louche; this story found a willing audience among sniffy monastic types who saw decadence and scandal at the English court and shook their heads in disapproval.

More likely the idea of a garter came from Henry Grosmont, earl of Lancaster, hero of the English war effort in Gascony and Calais, who had sported garters (then a knightly accoutrement and only later an item of female dress) in a dandyish youth. The king, too, had worn garters encrusted with pearl and gold during tournaments at the beginning of his reign, in 1333 and 1334. By the time the Order was founded, Lancaster was thirty-nine years old and Edward thirty-seven. Perhaps the emblem of the Garter served two purposes: an allusion to the knightly prowess they saw in their earlier selves and wished to pass on to new generations of knights, as well as an in-joke about their wild youthful days.

Whatever the case, Edward was certainly following the European fashion: orders of knights were founded throughout the
mid-fourteenth century, following the example of Alfonso XI of Castile, who formed the Order of the Band in 1330. In the 1350s Emperor Karl von Luxemburg of Germany formed the Society of the Buckle and Count Amadeus of Savoy the Company of the Black Swan; in the 1360s King Louis of Sicily founded the Society of the Knot and John II of France founded the Company of the Star. Thereafter the trend proliferated.