Showing posts with label Katherine Roberts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Katherine Roberts. Show all posts

Monday, 30 April 2018

April competition





To win a copy of Katherine Roberts' Bone Music (see yesterday's post), answer this question in the Comments below


"If you had Borta's power to spirit-travel in the body of an animal, which animal would you choose and why?"

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Sunday, 29 April 2018

Genghis Khan's Girls by Katherine Roberts


Our April guest is Katherine Roberts. Not only was Katherine one of the first History Girls; the book she talks about here, Bone Music, is published by The Greystones Press, the independent publisher set up by Mary Hoffman and her husband. Here is a photo that Katherine posed for on the occasion of the virtual launch of Bone Music and The Sword of Ice and Fire by John Matthews.


If that doesn't whet your appetite enough, here is a bit more about Katherine:
Katherine Roberts won the inaugural Branford Boase Award for her debut novel Song Quest (Chicken House/Scholastic 2000). Since then she has written many more fantasy and historical books for young readers, including the Seven Fabulous Wonders series based on the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, and I am the Great Horse, telling the story of Alexander the Great from the horse's mouth. She lives in Devon and is currently a Royal Literary Fund Fellow at Penryn in Cornwall.

A recent study of the genetic legacy of the Mongols suggests that 1 in 200 males alive in the world today are direct descendants of Genghis Khan. If you consider the infamous Mongolian warrior lived well into his sixties and took several wives as was the custom of his people, who between them bore him 11 legitimate children, and that he no doubt sired an unspecified number of illegitimate children as he built an empire four times the size of Alexander the Great's, this is not as surprising as it first seems. So who were the women in Genghis Khan’s life, and what did they think of the small boy, originally named Temujin, who grew into such a ruthless conqueror?
The quotes below are from my novel Bone Music, which is in turn based on a 13th century Mongolian text known as The Secret History of the Mongols (Chinese: Yuan Ch'ao Pi Shih) that combines legend and history to tell the story of Genghis Khan's early years.

Princess Borta (or Borte) – Genghis Khan’s childhood sweetheart and first wife.
We first meet the Khan's first and most important wife when she is 10 and Temujin is just nine. Temujin's father Yesugei the Brave, leader of the Mongol Alliance, rides with his eldest son across the steppe in search of a suitable girl. They find her in Dei the Wise’s camp, a chief blessed with beautiful daughters and rich herds. At this stage, Temujin and Borta's betrothal has the flavour of a royal wedding, with the camp's shaman joining the young people’s hands and calling on the spirits of their ancestors to bless the match:
 “As the two chiefs linked our hands together with a chain of flowers, a strange shiver went through me and I wished they would let me have a drink, too. Our shaman blessed the union with his horsetail staff, which tickled, making me want to giggle. Apart from that idiot Jamukha throwing a stone at Temujin when he tried to kiss me, we got through it without too much embarrassment.” (‘Bone Music’, Borta’s Story)
Jamukha later becomes Temujin's blood brother, or anda. I used artistic licence in having Jamukha here at the start of the story, but historically the two boys became bitter rivals for the leadership of their people and, however their rivalry started, it was never going to end well.
In Bone Music, Borta also has a pet deer called Whisper, which she rescued from the forest and that later becomes her shaman-animal, carrying her spirit in reflection of the Mongol people's ancestors, Blue Wolf and Fallow Doe. Later, she fashions a violin from the skull of her deer and plays it in battle to call down a storm to frighten Jamukha's forces, while the other shamans play an imaginary version of the Mongolian horse-head fiddle known as a morin khur:
Behind the old men, my beautiful wife stood on a rock against the sky, her black hair loose to her waist, holding her delicate deer-bone violin. (Bone Music, Temujin’s Story.)
Horse head violins are still an important part of Mongolian culture, although these days the sounding box is usually made of wood rather than covered with horse hide, and the traditional horsehair strings have been replaced by nylon, leaving just the carving of a horse’s head on the neck of the instrument as a reminder of its legendary origin.
Mizu basyo at Japanese Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0
 Lady Hogelun – Genghis Khan’s mother.
Yesugei the Brave originally stole Temujin’s mother from the Merkid tribe when she was travelling to her wedding and made her his first wife, at the same time making bitter enemies of the Merkid people. When Yesugei is poisoned on his way back across the steppe from Temujin and Borta's betrothal ceremony, Hogelun immediately recalls her son from Dei the Wise’s camp and tries to get the Mongol Alliance to accept the boy as their new leader. But an ambitious chief called Kiriltuk takes advantage of Temujin’s youth to seize control of the Alliance, and drives the family out of his camp to die of starvation over the winter. However, Lady Hogelun (who is pregnant with Yesugei’s daughter at the time) has no intention of letting her sons die, and orders Yesugei's second wife to help her gather berries and dig for onions, until their boys are strong enough to bend their bows and hunt for meat. She also takes on the unenviable task of raising her sons to be honourable warriors - a job made difficult because Temujin and his eldest half-brother Begter are always at each other’s throats. When Temujin kills Begter after a violent quarrel that started over some fish their younger brothers had caught, a furious Lady Hogelun gives the boys the ‘old bundle of arrows' lesson:
“Snap it!” Mother said, handing Khasar one of my arrows. Khasar gave me an apologetic look, but obeyed. The shaft broke at once, and I groaned inwardly at the thought of having to whittle another one. Then Mother took five of my arrows and held them together in a bundle, which she passed to me. “Now you, Temujin,” she said, knowing very well I wouldn’t break them even if I could, because making good arrows to replace them would have taken me ages. After the bundle has been passed around all the boys, who in turn fail to break the arrows, Lady Hogelun presses her lips together and tells them sternly: “The broken arrow is Begter. These five are the rest of you, strong only if you stick together. Up here, we have no friends except our own shadows, and no whips except our horses’ tails, so you ungrateful horde of savages had better stop fighting each other if you want to live to see your children grow up!” (‘Bone Music’, Temujin’s Story)
This is a lesson Temujin takes to heart, and he later makes alliances with the other tribes in order to defeat his enemies.
Old Khoga – Borta’s servant.
When Temujin finally arrives to claim his bride, Borta’s mother (no doubt worried about her daughter in the young khan’s war camp) gives Borta one of her most trusted servants. Khoga is devoted to her young mistress and tries to save her when the Merkid raiding party attacks their camp while Temujin is away, after Borta falls off her horse and breaks her arm:
Old Khoga turned out to have more sense than any of us that morning. She had been following us along the track, seen me fall, and came puffing up the slope to help. She took one look at my arm, bundled me into the yak cart and pulled the sheepskins over me to hide me from the raiders. (‘Bone Music’, Borta’s Story).
Khadagan –warrior girl.
Some Mongol girls trained as warriors so they could ride and fight alongside their brothers. When Temujin is captive in Chief Kiriltuk’s camp awaiting punishment for killing his half-brother Begter, he persuades one of the braver girls to help him escape. Her name is Khadagan, and later she joins the rebellion among the Alliance families who defect to join Temujin. Towards the end of the story, Khadagan is entrusted with a message by the increasingly desperate Jamukha:
I needed a messenger who could get into Lady Borta’s yurt alone, someone Anda Temujin would trust. “Is that girl still around?” I asked Yegu. “The warrior girl who came to my tent the winter we spent with Kiriltuk’s Alliance? Send her to me.” Jamukha hopes to win Borta's aid by returning the skull of her pet deer, which he rescued from Temujin's camp following her capture by the Merkids but lost to a wolf. Needless to say, this does not go down well with Borta: The gift of the deer’s skull didn’t work out quite as I’d planned. Khadagan returned with news that Borta had given birth to a son, together with Borta’s threat that if I came anywhere near her or her child, she’d tell Temujin that I was the wolf. (‘Bone Music’, Jamukha’s story.)
Temulun – Temujin’s little sister, given a boy’s name to protect her from the evil spirits who steal babies from their mothers in the night.
Temulun was born in exile and grows up in a rough camp with her four brothers and remaining half-brother. She thinks she is a boy, but as the Khan’s sister she will be valuable for making alliances with other tribes through marriage when she grows up. Jamukha recognizes this and, in one of his attempts to remain in Temujin’s camp (and close to Borta), he asks his anda for the girl's hand in marriage.
“I was thinking of your sister, actually,” Jamukha said into the silence that had fallen between us and threatened to divide us again. “She’s strong and pretty, rides well too.” Temujin, who is still thinking of which Merkid bastard might have got his wife pregnant during her captivity in their camp, is caught completely unawares: “Be serious!” I said, realizing what he meant. “Temulun’s only nine!” (‘Bone Music’, Temujin’s story).
Upon which, Jamukha points out that Temujin was only nine when he was promised to Borta, rubbing salt into the still-raw wound. It might actually have been a good match when Temulun was old enough to marry, but by then the rivalry between Temujin and Jamukha had escalated beyond repair.
Genghis Khan and three of his four sons

Bone Music ends when Temujin becomes Genghis Khan and ruler of all the people who live in felt tents at a large gathering of the clans in 1206. After that, he goes on to conquer many other people, from the Chinese Kin and Sung people to the east, the ancient Tanghut people of northern Tibet, and the Moslem kingdoms to the west as far as Hungary and the Mediterranean coast. Along the way, he took other wives to cement alliances:
Yesugen and Yesui  - Tartar sisters, who became good friends with Borta.
Ibaka - Kereyid girl, later given to one of Temujin's generals Jurchedei as a reward for service.
Gurbesu - Naiman girl.
Khulan - Merkid girl who accompanied the Khan on his western campaign.
Chaka - Tanghut girl.
Genghis Khan died in 1227 on campaign, possibly of sickness after a hunting accident when he took a fall from his horse. But there is another, more colourful, version of his death involving the wife of a Tanghut chief, whom he seized as spoils of war after killing her husband on his (second) Tanghut campaign.
Gorbeljin the Fair - Queen of the Tanghuts.
Ashamed that she has been violated by her people's enemy, she sends a message by bird to her father vowing to drown herself into the Black River. But first she washes herself until her beauty returns and shares Temujin's furs one last time, thus 'passing a mortal illness into his blood'. When the old Khan eventually falls asleep, Gorbeljin slips away and throws herself into the river as she has promised to do - although, in true legendary fashion, her body is never found.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Who do you think you are? – a fantasy farewell from Katherine Roberts



I have to admit the idea of tracing my family roots never really excited me, until my dad casually dropped into the family Sunday lunch conversation one day (as you do) that he’s listed as one of the heirs to 77 acres of prime Manhattan real estate, worth approximately 800 billion dollars, and including sites such as Wall Street, Ground Zero (previously the World Trade Center), the Trinity Church, the Woolworths Building, New York University, and Washington Square Park. For those of you who don’t have any Welsh blood and therefore probably have no idea what I'm talking about, I’m referring to the Edwards Millions, now an urban legend and notorious for attracting bounty-hunters keen to get their legal fingers on a piece of this increasingly valuable pie. There are apparently around 5,000 potentially legitimate heirs alive today so the fortune would have to be shared, but that’s still several million dollars each if someone ever manages to make a legitimate claim... and it's a big IF.

The story goes like this.

Back in the 18th century, a young Welsh pirate named Robert Edwards sailed the high seas, sinking Spanish galleons. Since England was embroiled in the War of the Spanish Succession at the time, Queen Anne rewarded him with 77 acres of land on Manhattan Island, New York… then mostly farmland. Robert later became a captain in the Royal Navy and continued to serve his country in a more respectable fashion.  

In 1778, Robert Edwards leased this Manhattan land to brothers John and George Kruger, wardens of the Trinity Church (which had been built on it), for a period of 99 years with the provision that, when the lease expired, the land and its rents should be divided among his lawful heirs. Immediately after signing the lease, however, Robert boarded a ship to England which went down with all passengers and crew and was lost in a storm. His bones and papers relating to the lease lie somewhere at the bottom of the Atlantic, and were never recovered.

Fast forward 99 years to 1877, when the lease to the Kruger brothers expired. Robert Edwards was unmarried at the time of his death, so the land should have passed to the descendants of his six brothers and his sister back in Wales… i.e. the children of William, Jacob, Leonard, Joshua, John, Thomas, and Martha Edwards. However, the Trinity Church (having had use of the land and its rents for almost 100 years, during which time its value had soared) proved reluctant to give it up. The Welsh family's attempt to claim their inheritance at the time was half-hearted at best, and the Trinity Church performed a land grab, claiming that the 77 acres were part of land gifted to the church by Queen Anne of England in 1705… although no deed has ever been produced to prove this.

Queen Anne of England
Since the expiry of the lease in 1877, there have been many attempts by groups of Edwards heirs scattered across the world to reclaim their inheritance – some possibly legitimate, others false claims filed by lawyers eager to get their hands on a piece of the increasingly valuable pie. All these claims have been successfully fought off by the Church, and were also hampered by the New York Statute of Limitations which I understand states that any such claim must be made within 15 years of expiry of a lease (1892 in this case). Since the original heirs would presumably have filed their claim for the land within this 15-year period, the main problem seems to lie with the patchy records kept back in the 18th century and the many different spellings of Edwards/Edwardes, further complicated by the Welsh tradition of using a father’s Christian name as a surname, which gives rise to completely unrelated Edwardses.

To confuse things even further, Robert Edwards seems to have multiple identities. Naval records do prove the identity of Robert Edwards as a captain of that period, but not – understandably – in his original career as a pirate. American legend tells how our dashing hero Robert saved a Native American princess from death and was rewarded with the land by her father the chief… a more politically correct version, I guess, since it’s highly questionable that the Queen of England should own 77 acres of Manhattan in the first place, no matter who she gave it to!

So where does all this leave me?

I believe the Edwards line follows from my Welsh grandmother, Evelyn Edwards, who came from the Valleys, married Henry Cudmore, and after the war lived out her life as a humble shop assistant in Devon. Here is Gran as I like to remember her, surrounded by her beloved budgies:

Evelyn Edwards
Her only child, Derek Cudmore, is my father. This picture was taken about 30 years ago, and I think you can see a bit of Welsh pirate blood in there somewhere! (That’s my mum beside him, who has a bit of Spanish ancestry, so the connection is obviously in their genes.)

My dad Derek Cudmore, Evelyn's son. 
Almost a hundred years of sketchy history and hard-to-trace documentation lies between Gran Edwards and a possible multi-million-dollar fortune. Even if Gran turns out to be a direct descendent of one of the Edwards siblings who apparently inherited the land, I doubt this mystery will be resolved in my lifetime. But that still leaves what I think is a fascinating story.

Robert Edwards’ tragic loss at sea with all his legal papers immediately after he signed the lease to the church is highly coincidental, if not downright suspicious. There was supposed to be a Trust Fund, set up for his heirs, in the Chase Manhattan Bank – which denies all knowledge of this. The resulting century-old struggle to reclaim the money for the Welsh heirs from the powerful (and now extremely wealthy) Trinity Church, with its potential for a rags-to-riches happy ending, would make a great historical novel for an author with romantic fantasy twist… hmm, maybe I should write it one day?

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Katherine Roberts has some Welsh and Spanish blood, is (possibly) heiress to a multi-million dollar slice of Manhattan Island in New York, and writes fantasy and historical fiction for young readers. Her latest series is the Pendragon Legacy about King Arthur’s daughter, published by Templar Books in the UK.

She is retiring from the History Girls blog to take up a Royal Literary Fund Fellowship, while she works on making her first million the hard way.

You can keep in touch with Katherine and find out more about her books at:

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Historic Heart of the English Riviera - Katherine Roberts


You can travel halfway around the world to see historic sites, yet it’s all too easy to ignore what is on your own doorstep. Since my home town of Paignton has just been rebranded the “Historic Heart of the English Riviera”, I thought I’d take a walk with my camera and see how much history I could find.


Paignton is mentioned in the Domesday Book. Sometimes written Peynton or Paington, its name comes from the Anglo-Saxon settlement Paega's Town. It was originally a small fishing village, but became a popular Victorian seaside destination with the arrival of the railway link from London. A huge Paignton Pudding (a tradition dating back to the 13th century) was baked for the occasion, causing a riot as everyone scrambled for a piece. These puddings are still baked today to mark special events.


Bishop's Tower door (street level)
Most of the grand hotels along the seafront date from the Victorian period, but the oldest part of town is centred around the Parish Church and nearby Bishop's Palace, so I'll take you there first. The Bishop's Tower, complete with its blue plaque, provided inspiration for these decorative street bollards found in the original part of town:


Behind the tower, turning left along Church Path will bring you to the ruins of the Medieval Bishop's Hall, believed to date back to the 13th century.


excavation of the Bishop's Hall - Parish Church in the background

A plaque beside these ruins tells the history of the excavation, so I'll include it here... though you might need a magnifying glass to read it!


Coming out of Church Path, you'll see a narrow entrance on your left into the wickedly twisty Crown and Anchor Way, where the town slaughterhouse used to be (and where if you are in a car your Satnav will insist upon directing you to find out how good a driver you are. WARNING: DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS ROUTE IN ANYTHING LARGER THAN A MINI IF YOU VALUE YOUR PAINTWORK!). On foot, you can take the safer pavement route past the original Old Family Butcher's shop to one end of:


 Here, you can go antique shopping – some brilliant bargains to be found!


You might like to pause at the Oldenburg Inn for a pint of real ale, before making your way via. interesting independent shops to the other end of Winner Street, where you'll find a plinth with a mermaid on top guarding the junction.


This statue, installed a few years ago as part of a general spruce-up of the town, incorporates Paignton’s heritage as seaside town, zoo, geopark and holiday destination. Here's the mermaid on top from a better angle:



Heading back up Winner Street towards the church, you can take a short walk down Well Street past the funeral parlour (where you will sometimes see a hearse drawn by two plumed black horses). Turn right at the end past a pretty thatched cottage, and you'll come to the old salt marshes where you can find the medieval:


I’d like to show you a picture of the original street door and mullion windows, but there was a white van parked right in front of it so I took this picture of the plaque beside the door instead. For interior shots follow this link: Kirkham House. The house is occasionally open to the public, but best to check before you visit because it was closed when I passed.

So there is a fair amount of history if you look for it among the Victorian and newer buildings, and Paignton is indeed the heart of Torbay at the end of the mainline railway, where steam trains take over to carry visitors down to Kingswear and the Dartmouth ferry. The coastline dates back to Paleolithic times with its red sandstone cliffs and distinctive red beaches, so there is more fascinating history to explore including the picturesque harbour area and Oldway Mansion (home of the Singer family who made the famous sewing machines) - but since it's holiday time, I can't really leave you without a picture of the sea.

This is Paignton Pier taken from an unusual angle at low tide, showing the castle-like Redcliffe Hotel in the background, where author Dick Francis loved to stay. (I am standing on wet sand here, not walking on water, though you can get some strange effects on a misty day in winter!)



PS. That red sand is officially the best sandcastle-making sand in Britain - see you on the beach!

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Katherine Roberts writes fantasy, legend and historical fiction for young readers. Her first novel Song Quest won the Branford Boase Award for children's debut fiction. Her latest series is the Pendragon Legacy quartet about King Arthur's daughter, published by Templar Books.

All of Katherine's backlist titles are now available as ebooks for Kindle, Nook, Kobo and Apple i-devices. Prince of Macedonia (part 1 of her Great Horse serial project) is FREE today for Kindle.

Find out more at www.katherineroberts.co.uk

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Scheherazade's tips for surviving 1001 nights as an author - Katherine Roberts



Scheherazade: 19th century painting by Sophie Anderson
Let me introduce you to Scheherazade, the Persian princess who bought us the 1001 enchanting tales more popularly known as the Arabian Nights.

Some of you will have met her before. She was quite famous in her day, and many of her stories such as Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Sinbad the Sailor and Aladdin and the Magic Lamp have become classics.

Her own story is no lesser tale. Legend tells us that when Prince Shahryar was jilted by his first wife, he declared that no other woman would ever treat him that way again. To make sure of this, he bedded virgins and then ordered their execution the very next morning. Once word got around, most girls were understandably terrified of being summoned to the prince’s bedchamber. Scheherazade, however, saw this as a golden opportunity.

Knowing the prince’s love of fairytales, each night Scheherazade told him a captivating story created from her extensive knowledge of legend and myths, always stopping just short of the ending. If the prince wanted to hear the end of the story, he had no choice but to spare her life so that she could continue the tale the next night. This went on for 1001 nights, during which time the prince fell in love with Scheherazade and made her his queen.

It’s clear Scheherazade had invented the ultimate serial, which is still a popular form for children’s fiction today. But serials are also popular among adults. In the Victorian era, novels were tested on the public in serial form first, with episodes appearing in the newspapers and periodicals of the day. For example, Charles Dickens shot to fame after publishing serial episodes of the Pickwick Papers in 1836. Alexandre Dumas originally wrote The Three Musketeers as a serial, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created Sherlock Holmes for serialization in the Strand magazine.

These days, you’re more likely to find serials on TV in the form of soaps. However, the ebook format seems to be encouraging a revival of the serial in literature, with successful authors captivating their readers by publishing novella-length episodes of around 20,000 words at regular intervals. Later, these short books can then be bundled into a boxed set for the full-length novel experience. Freed from the constraints of publishing a paper edition for trade distribution, such ebook serials can appear over a course of months, or even weekly or daily, mimicking the nightly tales of Scheherazade.

Ali Baba plots his next move in the thieves' den.

Scheherazade was the ultimate debut novelist of her time - virgin, highly motivated, intelligent, educated, and beautiful with it (just look at that portrait!). She literally put her life on the line every time she opened her mouth to begin a new story. Many newer novelists publishing today will no doubt identify with her. But, having lost my publishing virginity, survived my 1001 nights as an author and divorced the prince, is it possible to create a serial the other way around?

As an experiment with this form that is both ancient and new, I am in the process of dividing up my 150,000-word Alexander the Great novel “I am the Great Horse” into ten episodes of around 15,000 words each, aimed at a slightly younger readership than the original novel with the addition of historical anecdotes at the end of each chapter, bonus stories by the other horses and illustrations. These ten short books will be published initially in e-format between now and Christmas, with print editions following once all the episodes are done. So if you know a young reader with a Kindle (or Kindle app on their phone), I'd love to know what they think!

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These days, if our stories fail to arrive in the marketplace regularly, captivate our readers, and leave them eager and waiting to buy the next one, their authors are seldom put to physical death. But our books might well get the executioner's chop for one reason or another, which can have exactly the same effect on an author’s career. I've heard that a gap of 12 months in New York publishing is enough to kill a career these days. So if this is your first night with the prince, and you’d like to enjoy 1000 more of them while he falls head over heels in love with you, then why not make Scheherazade your role model, too?

Note: 1001 nights = 2 years 9 months, possibly the average length of a debut author's career today? Discuss below!
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Katherine Roberts won the Branford Boase Award in 2000 for her debut novel Song Quest. She writes history, myth, legend and fantasy for middle grade/teen readers. Find out more at www.katherineroberts.co.uk

The first two titles of the I am the Great Horse Serial are now available for Kindle (other ebook channels coming soon):

Friday, 6 June 2014

Richard Of York Gave/Gained Battles In Vain - Katherine Roberts


We're having that sort of year. Heavy showers and sunshine, sometimes both at once, which produce one of the most beautiful weather effects we have on earth - the rainbow. And every time I see a rainbow, the phrase in the title of this post "Richard Of York Gained Battles In Vain" pops into my head. It's how I was taught to remember the colours of the spectrum - Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet - and it's apparently the most common mnemonic used here in Britain (with the exception of Yorkshire, where I've heard it injures local pride... what method do they use in Yorkshire? Can anyone enlighten us?).

But who was Richard of York, and which battles did he gain in vain? For the past 40 years or so, I've had a vague idea of some wimpy northern nobleman swinging a sword angrily at his enemies but still not getting what he wanted - so before I get thrown off the History Girls blog, I thought it was about time I found out more!

Richard Plantagenet... please can I be king of England?

'Richard of York' refers to Richard Plantagenet, the 3rd Duke of York and great grandson of King Edward III. Richard was the second most powerful nobleman in England after the troubled king Henry VI, with a strong claim to the throne. He tried to take over when it became obvious that Henry's bouts of insanity made the young king incapable of ruling England, but Henry's wife Margaret of Anjou would not hear of it. So Richard had to be content with an agreement that he would be crowned king if Henry died before he did.

Richard of York's coat of arms

Richard's 'vain' battles probably refer to the many battles he fought in France and Ireland as leader of the opposition, where he gained much support for his claim to the throne. But all his efforts came to nothing on 30th December 1460 at the Battle of Wakefield, a major battle in the Wars of the Roses fought between the House of Lancaster and the House of York. The Lancaster forces (supporting Margaret of Anjou and her small son Edward Prince of Wales) won, and Richard Duke of York was killed only a few weeks after securing his historic agreement.

The sense of futility he must have felt is expressed in this popular folk song (which I remember learning with all the actions when I used to be a morris dancer.. good for warming up the knees!)



Oh, The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.

And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.

As far as I'm aware, there is no real proof that the Duke of York in the rhyme is our Richard of York from the rainbow mnemonic, but he's certainly one of the more popular candidates. He was quite old at the time of his final battle (49 - a good age in those days, and older than King Henry), fairly grand (second in line to the throne), the Battle of Wakefield was fought near a castle on a hill (Sandal Castle), and Richard commanded 8,000 men and was apparently awaiting reinforcements when he died.

Since Henry was still alive that day, poor old Richard never became king.

the red rose of Lancaster vs. the white rose of York

Now I understand a bit better why my mother, who grew up in Lancashire and wore a red rose on her college blazer and whose middle name is Margaret, taught me the 'Richard of York Gained Battles in Vain" rainbow mnemonic with a sly smile on her face!

Margaret of Anjou... Don't worry, Henry dear, I'll look after England.

How do you remember the colours of the rainbow? And what's the history behind your favourite method?

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Katherine Roberts writes legend and fantasy for young readers. Her latest series is the Pendragon Legacy quartet about King Arthur's daughter.

Find out more at www.katherineroberts.co.uk where young readers can win signed copies of "Grail of Stars" and Pendragon Legacy bookmarks in this summer's competition (closing date 31st July).

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

In search of Babylon's dragons - Katherine Roberts

Over the past month, I've been painting the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World (for the e-covers of my Seven Fabulous Wonders series, but that's just an excuse for some fun). In doing so, I unearthed one of the strangest creatures in history... the Babylonian "dragon", shown here on the Ishtar Gate, constructed around 575BC by King Nebuchadnezzar II:

 The Ishtar Gate... with a Babylonian dragon?

The two children are playing a game called Twenty Squares - sometimes called the Royal Game of Ur - on a simple board scratched into the pavement, just as the guards of Babylon might have done to pass the long hours of their shift. The walls of Babylon are blue-glazed brick with gold bricks for decoration, and on the gate you can see two types of creature that are extinct today - aurochs and sirrush. The dragon perched on the top left is obviously my fantasy side rearing its ugly horned head... but in case you think I've invented the creatures entirely, here is a reconstruction of the Ishtar Gate in the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, which uses the original bricks found at Babylon:


Ishtar Gate of Babylon - reconstruction, Berlin

There also is/was (I believe it suffered in the recent war) a replica of the Ishtar Gate in Iraq, too:

Replica of the Ishtar Gate in Iraq



You may scoff at the idea of flying, fire-breathing dragons straight out of a fantasy novel. But auroch skeletons have been found, and the bulls shown on the Ishtar Gate are now accepted as an extinct creature that once roamed the banks of the Euphrates. So why not the other creature... the dragon?

Take a closer look:

sirrush  (from Koldewey's The Excavations at Babylon, 1914)



You'll see it has a single straight horn in the middle of its forehead and a curly horn (or ears?) at the back. It also seems to have scales and a thin lizard-like body, much like dragons that could possibly be descended from dinosaurs. It has bird-like claws on its hind legs, but those paws on its forelegs look more like a lion's, and it seems to have hairy (or feathery?) legs. Significantly, it has no wings. Some people think it might actually be a unicorn - another creature that has made the leap into legend. The Babylonian texts call it a 'sirrush' or 'mushussu'/'mushkuku' (depending on how you interpret the cuneiform), and it is shown on cylinder seals of the period being led by a halter, where it appears to be about the size of a large dog.

So what do you think? Did this creature exist? Have we just not found its skeleton yet, or maybe mistaken its bones for those of other creatures - lions/birds/lizards? In my story, the sirrush sheds its skin like a snake and emerges with a pair of beautiful wings, explaining how it might have flown away into legend. 


It's not too big a leap of imagination (at least not for me!) to believe a few remaining dragons might have been kept alive in a royal garden or park such as the second Wonder of the Ancient World, the fabled Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Perhaps this vanished Wonder was actually an exotic zoo, as imagined by my Japanese publisher?

Japanese edition of The Babylon Game

Whether Babylonian dragons existed or not, they are certainly alive and kicking in my book. And now they have entered the 21st century on the ecover, which after some digital wizardry looks like this:

 

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