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The Re-Enactor
Issue 24, December 2010
The Knights Hospitaller‟s of the North at Tutbury castle.
http://www.tutburycastle.com/
Readership 1216
Just Knights of Ardudwy at Harlech castle, Sept 2010
Celebrating “Glyndwr” Day
Features This Month
1: Jacky Gray radio interview
2: Competitions
3: Jacky Gray book extract
4: Wuffingas-Event Invite
5: Hereos of Princetown chapter one
6: The Battle of Varna-Report
7: Event Listings
8: Hengist: The people of the horse.
Greetings All
Welcome to issue 24 of the Re-Enactor,
Over 1200 readers!
The trader‟s season is in full swing here in
the UK, with events all over the country-so
plenty of chance to pick up the latest piece
of kit ready for next year.
I will be getting to as many of these events
as possible to catch up with the traders and
sign up more for the traders section!
Congratulations to Vasiliki (Greece),
Nathan (USA), Claire, Paul and John (UK)
for winning the various competitions. This
month sees 2 more brand new competitions
If any traders would like to put up a
competition prize in exchange for as much
advertising space as they want please do get
in contact.
Check out the traders listings as I have
added over 20 new traders!
As always, I am still on the lookout for
more groups, traders, event details, stories,
articles and reports. Please contact me at the
normal email address with details!
Competitions:
All competitions are free to enter
Winners will be selected at random on the 24th
of
each month for the relevant competition.
Winners will be notified via email shortly after
the draw takes place.
No correspondence will be entered into.
The editor’s decision is final.
The views and opinions expressed in the articles in
this ezine are those of the individual authors
themselves and not those of the Editor
Jackie Gray-Author
Jackie was recently involved in a „Desert-island-discs‟-style interview on Warneford Hospital
Radio – Have a read through this article as it may well give you a few ideas for the
competition to win a signed copy of her books!
Music was my first love and it will be my last, hence the lyric competition on the website
www.hengistarcher.co.uk.
The following tracks are some of my all-time favourites. Coincidentally they happen to fit in
nicely with one or more scenes in Archer and all feature on the compilation I call Archer
soundtrack which plays constantly in my car.
Another one bites the dust – Queen
Almost anything from the Queen catalogue speaks of proud, brave warriors – I was torn
between “We will rock you”, “We are the champions”, “Killer Queen” and “Princes of the
universe”. It‟s hard to imagine a movie with jousting and sword fighting that wouldn‟t
include this track.
Dancing in the moonlight – Thin Lizzy
Although these books explore many of the medieval lifestyles and customs, there is a huge
Celtic influence, not that I need an excuse to play Thin Lizzy. This track covers a couple of
scenes in the book, the first is where Archer is teaching archery to two of the girls in his year.
To help them understand the flight path of an arrow, he looses a glowing arrow in the woods
after dark and in return they teach him how to dance. A little later, one of the girls asks him to
help her find a plant with special healing properties which only flowers when the moon is
full. He reluctantly leads her into the forbidden Yew forest where they realise it was all a
dangerous hoax.
Edge of the Blade - Journey
Journey are my all-time favourite band, narrowly beating Queen – I love them so much I
even wrote a musical with 18 of their songs. This track also a dual function, the description of
the sword and buckler fighting gets quite technical, talking about the false edge of the blade,
which is the thicker, usually blunt edge. It could also refer to one of Archer‟s early trials
when he is set upon by a group of his peers and someone produces a knife. You‟ll have to
read on to find out what happens, but he has mixed memories when he looks at that scar.
We don‟t need another hero – Tina Turner
What‟s not to love about Tina? She is such a powerhouse, performing well into her 60‟s – I
dressed up to be her for my 40th
birthday – lots of fake tan and I ran 3 miles every day for a
month to try and get the famous legs. I would however change one word in the title – the
“don‟t” to a “do”. This song refers to the fact that Archer is the sort of boy that any parent
would be proud to call son, any boy would love to be and every girl dreams about kissing. It
also refers to the ancient Beltane tradition where 9 boys and 9 girls compete to see who is
King and Queen of the May – part of the test is to see who can best represent their chosen
“Worthy” - a hero from the past like King Arthur, Lady Godiva, Bodacea (or Boudicca if you
prefer) and of course Robin Hood.
Rat Trap – Boomtown Rats
Another Irish band that takes me straight back to the early 80‟s when I was studying at Cov
Uni (then Lanchester Polytechnic). This track also covers two scenes – the one I mentioned
earlier where Archer‟s enemy Edlyn tricks Patricia into going to the forest, then tries to make
Archer believe she betrayed him. The other scene was one of my favourites to write – Archer
and his two good friends are on their way to visit a famous Bowyer when they are set upon
by a band of fierce Renegates and Archer is forced to shoot an apple off his friend‟s head
William Tell style.
Jessie‟s Girl – Rick Springfield
Another 80‟s power ballad that spoke to my imagination – I‟m sure there‟s a book in there
somewhere. Archer‟s best friends Fletch and Finn are arguing over a cheerleader type and
Archer doesn‟t see what all the fuss is about. Sure she‟s pretty, but how can she not know it?
But when he gets to know her better and sees her kind heart and generous nature, he starts to
understand the attraction. You‟ll have to read the book to find out who wins her heart.
Standing outside the fire – Garth Brooks
Some of my favourite songs are the ones that tell a story and Garth is a master of the craft –
he can paint a vivid, atmospheric tale in a few carefully chosen words. For most of his life,
Archer was a loner, standing outside the various groups and the last scene has him facing a
terrible dilemma when his enemy is burning in the flames of the Beltane bonfire.
Competition One
Archer had a problem. A quandary, a dilemma, call it what you will. Not life-threatening
exactly, but it was not a good place to be. He had two choices. The trouble was, he was
damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.
It was all about a girl. When wasn’t it all about a girl? Not for as long as he could
remember. He thought back to the time when girls were just friends, but it seemed a very long
time ago. When you could like a girl, be friends with her and do things together, without
people getting stressed about it. People like his mate Finn, or the guys they hung out with.
People like his foster parents and their friends. People like every other girl in Aveburgh. But
mostly, the two people he didn’t want to stress the most, his best mate Fletch and the girl
herself, Bethia.
Q: To be in with a chance of winning a signed copy of these books, read the extract which is
printed over the next few pages and suggest a suitable “song” most befitting the story.
Send your answers along with your full postal address to the normal email address:
The competition closes on December 24th
Competition Two
Heroes of Princeton by Christopher Bell.
Born of desperation and poverty, William James Snow happens by chance to cross an army
recruiting party enticing his townsfolk with tales of adventure and fortune, Will’s decision to
accept the King’s shilling is far from hard and so begins the adventure of a lifetime as he
finds himself one of seven recruited that day in the line companies of the 17th
Regiment.
Opening within the streets of Leicester ‘Heroes of Princeton’ follows the lives and adventures
of the very infantrymen that witnessed the events that changed the world forever, from
garrison duty in Scotland and Ireland to the siege of Boston and beyond, these ‘penny a day’
infantrymen find themselves not only fighting the enemy but fighting themselves.
Based on the historical movements of the 17th
as they campaign across the rebellious
colonies, Heroes of Princeton is packed with both comedy and tragedy as events are
portrayed through the eyes of those that lived the days that saw the Crown interests lost in
the Americas. If you like your history personal, you’ll love this.
Available now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and all good book retailers.
www.heroesofprinceton.com
To be in with a chance of winning a signed copy of these books, read the first chapter, which
is printed over the next few pages, and answer this simple question:
Q: How many men took the Kings Shilling from the Sergeant?
Send your answers along with your full postal address to the normal email address:
The competition closes on December 24th
Extract from Archer:
„C‟mon Archer, you can do it!‟
„Go for it Finn!‟
Sitting astride his stallion Apollo, Archer grinned as people in the crowd shouted their
encouragement. He spotted his friends in the crowd, they were Finn‟s friends too and
obviously didn‟t know who to shout for. Logan and Machin looked worried about it, but
Fletch didn‟t care, holding up victory fists to both of them. The buzz of excitement was
affecting everyone and Archer felt the familiar thrill of blood pumping through his veins.
Months of effort had gone into the preparations for this day and people had travelled from
miles around to celebrate Beltane, the festival of the May.
Looking down the tilt at his opponent, he felt brotherhood. No, Finn was more than a
brother, they did not argue as siblings did. They were the only pair attempting the joust, all
the other boys had gone for the rings, but Niall, the senior trainer, had pronounced them
ready. It wasn‟t a full tilt, the shortened barrier meant the horses wouldn‟t be galloping too
fast, but still more dangerous than anything he had ever done in his life.
The shield weighed heavily on his arm, he had spent several hours last night waxing and
polishing until it shone like a looking glass. Noticing the reflection of the sun, he worried that
it would give an unfair advantage if it shone in Finn‟s eye. As the glare from his opponent‟s
shield dazzled him, Archer realised why Niall had been so precise about the orientation of the
tilt. By siting it exactly perpendicular to the sun‟s path, he had ensured that they would both
be equally disadvantaged.
Finn won the coin toss, electing that Archer‟s tribute was first because he knew people
always remember the last thing they hear. Tybalt, Archer‟s Second and a member of the
learned magi clan, did a good job of supporting his friend, but it was a little too serious.
„Ladies and gents, boys and girls, I present to you the splendid Archer, a true warrior of
superlative courage and daring. This squire is a veritable man of the horse,‟ he paused at the
round of applause that greeted this statement and Archer‟s cheeks warmed at the
exaggeration, horsemanship was the only part of his training that did not feel completely
natural.
Tybalt resumed, „He has amazing skill with any and every weapon, and is a dutiful son
and loyal friend.‟
Archer tipped his lance at Tybalt and accepted the applause, bowing at the cheers – not the
easiest of things to do on horseback with thirty pounds of metal weighing you down. He
frowned as Edlyn appeared on the dais with a shallow smirk and a slow handclap. Finn had
no choice about using that snake as a Second, his mother had insisted because of the blood
ties. Finn was no mother‟s boy, but this event was much too important for him to disobey her
wishes.
Edlyn held up his hand, clearing his throat noisily when the clapping didn‟t quite die
down. „A-hem. It is my pleasure, nay my absolute honour, to introduce to you one of
Aveburgh‟s best kept secrets. Squire Finnegan is truly a champion of champions.‟
Waving his arm in a grand gesture, he continued, „No junior in this contest can touch him
on the back of a horse.‟ He paused here, obviously expecting a similar reaction to Tybalt‟s
“man of the horse” comment, but it didn‟t come so he carried on as though it didn‟t matter.
„With the staff he has the strength of a bear and his skill with a sword would rival Hector
himself. I give you the people‟s choice, Squire Finn. Join me in going wild with delight.‟
Catching Archer‟s eye with a smug wink, he bowed to Finn, clapping enthusiastically and
whistling. After a stunned moment, the crowd did as he suggested.
Archer recognised his enemy‟s mastery of rhetoric. He knew Edlyn would take great
pleasure that, due to his superb oratory skills, the round of applause for Finn was louder and
lasted much longer than Archer‟s.
A big cloud was creeping toward the sun, and the officials were waiting for the cover even
though both heralds had finished their tributes some minutes ago. The momentum from the
big build up was lost in the short delay and Archer sensed that Apollo was getting restless.
Finally, the Seneschal took his place on the dais and an expectant hush fell over the crowd.
„Ladies and gents, juniors and children, please accept my apologies for the stoppage.‟ He
gestured at the cloud, ignoring the good-natured catcalls from the tightly-wound juniors, who
were desperate for the bout and needed to voice their frustration. Raising his eyebrows
patiently until the silence returned, he continued. „Contender Archer, are you set?‟
Archer held up his lance, pointing to the sky.
„Contender Finn, are you set?‟ Finn echoed the move with his lance. „You will both begin
on my horn.‟ They readied their weapons to the starting position as he raised an ivory horn to
his lips and blew.
Both horses exploded into action as they were trained, no touch of spurs was required
from either rider. There was nothing like the thrill of the first pass, both riders had a clean
score sheet, in theory they both had the same chance of winning. They both had adrenaline
boiling through their veins, blinding them to any other sights and smells apart from the tip of
the weapon coming toward them and the pungent aroma of horse mingled with their own
sweat. The sounds of the crowd became a muffled roar against the thunder of blood pounding
in their ears. As they sprinted, the training took over and instinct came into play as everything
they had rehearsed became real, do-or-die action.
Archer had practised with Finn for several years, so they knew each other‟s strengths and
weaknesses. He knew that his friend‟s mastery of his mount Artemis was so complete that he
could easily bring off the dangerous “side-hang” manoeuvre to avoid the tip of an opposing
weapon. Also that he was just as likely to wait until the instant before impact before making
his move. Finn wouldn‟t care that the speed would affect his balance, putting him at greater
risk, he thrived on danger. He also knew Archer‟s legendary skill with weapons was
diminished on horseback.
Although a competent rider by most people‟s standards, Archer didn‟t have Finn‟s gift of
becoming a part of the horse, attuned to every nuance of movement as though glued to the
saddle. He was not confident about attempting the trickier techniques used by more
experienced warriors to delight the crowds. His opponent would probably be expecting just a
shoulder roll, more subtle and less effective at reducing the impact.
Archer didn‟t disappoint him. As their mounts were less than a couple of paces apart, he
rolled his left shoulder, craftily aligning the shield so that it presented a shallower target to
Finn‟s weapon. This was an idea he had in training, but knowing there was a strong
possibility of facing his friend, he had kept it to himself. It worked. Finn‟s lance was
deflected and he was so surprised by the novel strategy that he lost concentration long enough
for Archer to make a direct hit on his shield. The tip shattered, giving him two points and the
crowd showed their appreciation in a build up of clapping and stamping. Someone started a
chant, he couldn‟t hear the words apart from the final, victorious Archer.
Finn dipped his lance in defeat as they trotted back to show the judge the extent of the
damage. The lances were cleverly designed with two stress sites to reflect the speed of the
impact and so the courage of the contestants. A normal speed impact would shatter the fragile
pottery tip. If a bigger impact was produced by a faster speed or stronger thrust, the length of
wood immediately behind the tip, known as the crumple, would disintegrate earning more
points.
A second wave of noisy appreciation from the crowd acknowledged Archer‟s marque on
the scoreboard. Tybalt was ecstatic, slapping Archer‟s lower leg enthusiastically. „Well done,
that was truly inspired. Did Niall teach you that trick?‟
„Actually, I worked it out for myself.‟ He grinned at Tybalt‟s back-handed compliment,
suggesting it was a strategy worthy of a champion such as their trainer. Taking the new lance
from his enthusiastic Second, Archer looked over at Finn who was not impressed by the first
pass. The joust was his best event and he needed a high score to get through to the next
round.
However, he was not prepared for how unimpressed Finn was as the second pass flashed
by in an instant. At the sound of the horn, he charged like a fiery demon, thrusting his lance at
Archer‟s chest plate hard enough to leave a dent. Archer rocked back in his saddle, but there
was never any real danger of his being unhorsed. There was a collective intake of breath from
the crowd who had the scent of six points, but he raised his lance and shook it to show that he
was still a viable contender. When they met at the centre, it was Archer‟s turn to dip his
lance. Finn seemed concerned, raising the visor of his helmet as he lowered his voice. „Are
you hurt?‟
„It‟ll take more than that little tickle to worry me. Is that your best effort?‟ Archer raised
his visor with a grin so his friend could see that he was solid. Finn‟s crumple had smashed
into tiny pieces, giving him four points; Archer‟s lance was intact. The crowd stood to show
their appreciation as the boys returned to their stations.
This time, they took the full five minutes to recover. Their Seconds were offering skins of
water and checking that various straps and buckles on their armour and saddles had not come
undone in the violent collision. Finally, at the time-out signal, they presented the fresh lances.
Archer took his, grateful that it was the junior version, several feet shorter and only half the
weight of the full battle weapon. Although he was fit and strong, he could feel the toll of two
bouts and was glad that this was to be the last. Then it came to him. Finn was of slighter build
and never quite matched him in the strength and endurance exercises during training. He had
probably put everything into that second pass, knowing that he would have little left for the
final tilt. The third warrior, Beorn had done well in the rings, scoring seven points, one more
than any of the other finalists. Finn would need at least another four points to be in with a
chance to go through to the next round. His sword-work was reasonable, but his accuracy on
the archery range could be erratic, especially when he was tired. As the Seneschal went
through his speeches, Archer was furiously working out whether he could still go through if
he allowed Finn to unhorse him.
Common sense prevailed in the end. No matter how good a friend Finn was, it would not
be honourable or fair to either of them if he deliberately conceded the pass. There was only
one thing he could do, what his years of training had taught him, play to win. With a silent
prayer for strength and courage, he gave a light touch to Apollo‟s flank and held his breath
for the charge.
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF
GAIUS PETRONIUS
MERVA
By George Saqqal
Available to purchase now in trade paperback form at US$17,95 or electronic form
at US$7.50 from my web site: http://www.3mpub.com/saqqal/
As Featured in last month‟s issue
Oi Yez! Oi Yez!! OI YEZ!!! "Caledonian Winter Crown and Feast"!
To all the Kingdoms, Barony's, Keep's, and Houses of Wuffingas.
Be it known, that upon Friday evening, the 10th, and Saturday the 11th of December 2010,
the Winter Crown of Caledonia (Indiana) will be fought for, with weapons of steel, and
wasters as permitted for beginners. Upon the field of battle, under Wuffingas rules, in the
Barony of Albaniam Hosting.
You want to be a steel fighter 'King', ...let's see what you got?
The Tourney; (Judged and Refereed bouts), in Pas de Arms format a' Pleasance, and a'
Outrance, in one (1), three (3) and five (5) minute bouts. Tourney will take place rain, snow,
or sunshine at the Wuffingas HQ.
'Wuffingas' (Son's of the Wolf)
HQ, HFaF. Inc.
11571 West US Highway 40
Cambridge City IN 47327
(765) 478-9343
Let all Knights, Squires, and Pages, be presented to the Realm Marshall, in 100% perfect
period attire befitting their Station.
This is a Golden Circle Event, not open to the Public. Any non-member attending will be in
period garb. (Clothes), preferred as close to authentic as one can afford.
Site fee for fighters $15.00.
Site fee for Adult Members $3.00.
Site fee for Children 13-17 $2.00.
Children under 13, free.
-Feast will be pot luck pitch in.
-Main dish, side, beverage.
-Bring enough for your family, and three other Gentle -Wuffingas. Period correct recipes are
preferred, ...Google is your friend.
-Bring your arms and your Armour.
-Your blazon, banners, tentage, persona, and your honour.
-Bring your "A" game, -because we don't play pretend like you‟re the best, ...
-and your best period soft and Warrior kit.
-Weapons will be sword, and shield only for steel.
-All weapons will meet all Wuffingas criteria.
-All armor will meet Wuffingas standards.
-By's and pick-ups may be fought with rattan and waster in any form.
-You may not disrespect the Judges.
-The Crown will be won with steel only.
Hereos of Princetown: Chapter one
The Soar.
The early evening rain started with earnest, the dark clouds pouring
heavy rains onto the shire towns tall slate roofs, the crude cast iron pipe
works failed to contain such a heavy downpour and the gutters were soon
over flowing with filth and sewage from that day‟s market, the sellers from
the countryside farms quickly abandoned their wares and scrambled for
what cover they could find.
This was the wettest June that William James Snow, native born of
Leicester town could remember and despite having grown used to the
squalor and filth over his short years this constant rain made his bones
ache and ache they did, sleeping at best upon a loose straw bale on a
cold damp brick floor that had once been the basement of some ancient
dwelling.
For Will‟s life knew little comfort or luxury with barely enough food
to feed himself or his siblings Will „liberated‟ whatever the market left
behind, his father had been without regular work for as long as he could
remember although as Will saw things there was always enough coin for
strong ale at one of the towns numerous drinking houses. His own mother
had perished shortly after his birth and his father had remarried soon
afterwards bearing him a further two children, but upon a third pregnancy
both step mother and child had succumbed during childbirth leaving Will
duly responsible for the welfare of his half siblings.
As the downpour continued Will sheltered under a canopied doorway
and waited for opportunity as the scraps of the day would be snapped up
by his kind, one thing Will had learned young was to be sharp and not to
stand upon ceremony, If it looks like it has been left behind then it probably
has, living by the rule that if you didn‟t take it then be sure someone else
would giving them a full belly that night whilst you would kick yourself at
the lost opportunity. As quickly as the rains came, the dark skies broke
over the towns tall spires leaving silver sun drenched edges to the passing
darkness, as the last remnants of the cloud burst trickled through the
gullies along the earthen streets and back alleys leaving swathes of large
mud filled puddles on the slushy street surfaces.
Life soon sprang back into the market place as Will waited for an
opportunity to present itself amongst the fleet footed types that hovered
by the markets edge and observing these rural lads looking skyward in
anticipation of the next downpour oblivious they hastily loaded their
wares onto waiting farm carts as Will helped himself to some apples by
tucking them inside the deep pockets of his long brown tattered frock coat
and spied around for his next quarry. In the panic of the cloud burst one
of the towns bakers had dropped several loaves from his basket and Will,
as quick as lightening was upon them, the baker cursed towards him,
„You damn scoundrel! tuppence that‟ll cost you, you thieving beggar‟ the
Baker shouted as without thought for the remainder of this batch chased
Will along the cobbled street towards the corn exchange buildings and
beyond, caring not as he splashed through the deep mud puddles young
Will quickly out ran this portly baker who clearly spent too much of his
time eating his wares rather than selling them.
Though these alleyways and passages lay a maze to some but to those
that passed amongst them daily a sharp turn here and there would lose
even the best of pursuers. Will caught his breath and leaned backwards
onto a crumbling red bricked wall towards the north side of the market
place, smiled and quietly chuckled to his self with the thought that by the
time the baker got back to his bread the basket would be long gone, in
pursuing the chase a two penny loaf had cost him twelve fold.
There was once a time when might have felt some moral guilt of
procuring food in such a manner but as the growing industrial town
increasingly drew labour from the countryside good employment and fair
wages came in short supply. For those that had given their lot for a new life
in the expanding towns soon found it to be a matter of cut throat survival,
for Will, a native of this old town found his experience gave him the edge
over the rural folk who would often stand in awe at the situations the town
offered by comparison to a simpler life in the county villages.
Tonight the family supper would consist of four apples and two hard
crusts of bread, they‟d eaten better but Will knew only too well there were
many times they‟d eaten far far worse as he strolled leisurely back to the
family lodgings on Black Friars Lane. His lodgings, a dilapidated row of
deprivation and squalor that professed his family home, consisted of one
upper room and one lower one, a small cracked window pane to the rear
failed to light this hovel of a home and permanent damp stain on the interior
where the rain water pipes leaked inwardly through the crumbling masonry.
The ground floor was of rough sawn timber planking covering the
loose rubble that filled a large basement cellar from the buildings better
days, the upper floor was connected by a short ladder tied by frayed rope
to the warped and twisted rafters that supported the upper flooring, Will
had often watched his father stumble and fall from it in a drunken stupor
and lay in an unconscious heap twisted around its base until the effects
of strong alcohol wore off and once again he attempted to haul his bulking
frame towards his bed only to repeat the process over and over.
The room on the ground floor was dominated by his father‟s framework
knitting machine, although Will had rarely seen it used he knew his father
could provide at least some small income if he so wished, he‟d seen the
high quality of his father‟s work but since his step mother‟s death Will‟s
father these days seldom left the company of some beer house or another.
Towards the rear of the dwelling Will slept alone, he‟d chosen from an
early age to sleep upon the cold hard floor in the company of pest and
vermin that on many occasions stared blatantly at him as he wrapped
himself in a cast off moth eaten blanket for warmth and security. Of his
family two half siblings, Rebecca aged thirteen worked at one of the towns
new hosiery factories, scrambling amongst the heavy machinery for scraps
of cotton to be salvaged for rags, Joseph aged fifteen was bonded to a rope
maker on the south eastern side of the town, he‟d leave for his employment
well before Will arose to the days adventures and rarely returning much
before sundown, all this for no pay as the benefits of his indentured
apprenticeship would take a few more years yet to reap, had Will the
opportunity of an apprenticed trade something could have been made of
his life but being the eldest child his responsibility lay with providing
food for the family in any way he could manage. This was, it seemed his
lot, scavenging for food on the fringe of lawlessness, a pitiful life and he
knew it, each day a struggle to exist, this lad‟s expectations of life stood
small. The town of Leicester stood upon the slopes east of the River Soar,
once a thriving Roman provincial town it now maintained a population
upwards of twelve thousand inhabitants. The fortunes of any town can vary
greatly, almost abandoned by the 9th century the town steadily increased
its population towards five thousand at the time of Richard Plantagenet‟s
arrival on the eve of Bosworth Field, afterwards the population steadied
for two hundred years despite pestilence and plague that decimated the
inhabitants of nearby villages, towns and cities.
Now upon on the eve of a swelling industrial age Leicester town
poised on the verge of an explosive expansion, soon to be littered with
huge red brick mills that would dominate the once spire ridden skyline.
The river brought life and commerce into the town but with commercial
expansion comes people, the rural poor of the surrounding villages eager
to embrace the need for labour in an expanding industrial centre, scarcely
a day would go by without new faces to compete for the few well paid
employments around.
The Snow family had dwelled in the town as long as anyone could
remember, the family had moved to Leicester over a hundred years previous
after the short prosperity that came with England‟s brief commonwealth,
from where they came neither Will nor his father knew but with the past
now lost to the passage of time the Snow family struck as townsfolk, while
some would continue to beg or steal for a living Will knew he could and
would strive for a greater lot in this life. By reckoning that he was around
sixteen or seventeen years of age, he had been told his mother had died soon
after giving birth to him and his father had re-married shortly afterwards,
he‟d known this poverty all his life and now accepted the fact and as for his
future? At best he‟d find work as a casual day labourer, at worst a beggar
or on the end of a gallows if his luck that he enjoyed today should ever run
out. Of education, Will had briefly attended the Free school near the towns
high cross, the poor peasant classes teachings were subsidised by wealthy
wool and coal merchants of the expanding town until his father deemed it
fit for him to seek a wage as a casual labourer with one of the towns many
aspiring industrialists, Will had learned to read some simple words but
never to write, the mark of his name was the best he could manage.
This family knew its place in their society and mostly knew their
prospects miserable, daily scratching out a meagre living as best any
opportunity could provide and a very realistic likelihood of days without
food or warmth, William Snow had little knowledge or understanding of
the world outside the Shire of Leicester let alone the shores of England.
With his exposure to strong drink limited, the few times he would
enter a tavern was to guide his father home in the small hours of the
mornings, although the family drank small beers regularly especially
when the towns water supply became spoiled he‟d seen little sense in
intoxicating himself to the levels he‟d seen his father stoop to, his harsh
upbringing had learnt him the need to keep one‟s wits about themselves as
the poverty and squalor had given birth to desperate acts, for it was well
known that a hungry man would easily cut one‟s throat should it provided
some ease to his sufferings.
The rains in June had proved fruitful for the countryside, by August
the harvest brought daily into the towns markets had been the best in
living memory with bushels of wheat, corn and barely crammed into every
corner of the marketplace whilst merchants bartered for a good price, the
abundance of the harvest meant the price of arable crops had fallen so even
the poorest could provide themselves a decent vegetable meal. Will and
his family together had eaten sufficiently for several days and frequently
the surplus they had left would be exchanged for some cheap mutton cuts
or offal, occasionally he‟d find a few coins left over in his pocket after the
rent arrears were settled, at last with a prosperous economy Will hoped
his prospects where improving. The expanding commerce within the
town brought an increase in labour demands and Will spent most of July
and August employed as a casual labourer unloading coal and timbers
from the barges daily arriving at the wharf for the towns new industry
constructions, the work was hard and long but the daily wage was good,
although a filthy job he would end his day by washing the grime and coal
dust off his sun tanned skin in the river where he worked and bask on the
baked mud flats that sloped down towards the winding rivers edge.
The sun shone bright and hot long into the evening as Will walked
towards his home and family, his damp clothing clung to his back as
he passed the dominating walls of St Martin‟s church by the old towns
medieval walls. The corner of Loseby Lane met Silver Street where
stood the Globe Inn, a notorious house for drunkenness that in better
days had found itself a meeting place for penny labourers to be hired
by tradesmen, industrialists and local land owners, however as the town
began to constantly draw cheaper labour from the countryside those
without employment usually spent the day in the ale house gossiping
and drinking themselves into a state of uselessness, Wills father was no
exception and often found amongst his kind there in and this hot late
summer evening was no different. The children of the Snow family sat
around a cheap wooden table to their evening meal of sour bread and
salted pork, like most of that month they‟d eaten well, like most occasions
their father was absent. Joseph had arrived home from work earlier than
expected, Will felt a rare warmth and tranquillity as he and his siblings
ate well and enjoyed the happiness and relative prosperity of the late
summer. The brief moment of family harmony was soon dispersed, „Will!‟
came an anonymous shout through the doors weather bleached timbers,
„fetch your father, the old man‟s drunk again‟, Will sighed as his moments
peace collided with reality, he slid his bench away from the table knowing
the routine of carrying his father home and to his bedding would again be
repeated.
The Globe inn was just a few hundred yards from the Snow‟s lodgings,
Will gave thanks for small mercies that his father had not chosen one of
the more distant public houses to drink in, he entered the pubic house and
scanned the room for his troublesome father, the tavern keeper knowing
him since he was a boy gestured over his left shoulder that his kin towards
the dingy back rooms of the house as he gingerly made his way through the
crowded house, nervously watching the movements of the taverns patrons
being more than aware of the type of character that would frequent this
drinking den and the fun they would have with such an edgy youth.
Although Will thought himself streetwise, these characters that spent
their lives in houses such as this were not to be messed with, the din, the
smoke, the stench, all sickly uncomfortable to him as he walked towards
the rear of the tavern, he quickly spied his father with his back towards him
swaying uneasily on his feet and arguing fiercely with another drunkard,
he knew his priority would be to get himself and this embarrassment
father away from this dangerous situation quickly. On most occasions Will
would in some fashion carry his father home and strange logic figured the
more drunk equalled the less fuss his parent would be, but this time he
detected an uneasiness with the atmosphere, approaching his father he
grew nervous of his father‟s threats towards the other man, before he could
intervene his father‟s adversary clenched his fist and threw it towards
his father, too drunk to see it coming his father took the full force of this
man‟s anger and dropped like a stone onto the fixed wooden bench behind
scattering drink and drinkers alike as his legs flailed wildly upwards, a
cheer went up from the crowd of the house in anticipation of the blood
bath that would ensue.
Will‟s first instinct was to run but as much contempt he felt for his
father his duty towards him over ruled. He tried in vain to push the man
away, but his size was far greater than his and he could do nothing to
stop this drunken thug pummel blow after blow into his prone father‟s
body now barely conscious and bewildered by the attack, Will became
desperate as he saw the straw covered floor turn red with his father‟s
blood, almost hysterical with panic he looked for a means to stop the man
and instinctively grabbed an earthenware jug of ale from a nearby table,
„Get off him‟ Will screamed with frustration but the man took little notice
and continued to rain violence upon his father‟s vulnerable body, feeling
an anger like never before, the helplessness consumed him and like a
cornered beast defending its young he swung his fist in the man‟s face,
the moment seemed to last for an age as the jar shattered into a thousand
pieces and patrons became showered in cheap watery ale and fragments
of earthenware pot, his adversary stood quietly still, in a daze, dripping
with blood and beer he staggered, then slumped backwards falling onto
the cold fire hearth.
The tavern befell a deathly silence as the gravity of the situation hit
home, patrons turned their backs on the incident in fear of implication
in the event Will helped his father to his feet who even with his son‟s
help stood uneasy. Ignoring the downed adversary both father and son
made their way to the exit as Wills father draped his arms around his
neck for support, with blood soaked onto his shoulders the pair exited
the tavern eager to leave the area quickly before somebody alerted the
authorities. Will struggled with his father‟s weight towards the direction of
their lodgings his heart pounding as fit to burst, the shouts and jeers from
the Inn still ringing in his ears.
Joseph met the two at the door to their house, helping the pair inside
Will felt something inside him break, he thought to himself, how much
longer could he take this life?, as much as he would struggle to keep his
family secure his father undid his work almost nightly. The two brothers
lay their inebriate father on the floor knowing it would be impossible to
lift him to the upper level, Will sat in silence watching his father lay
unconscious and snoring heavily and assessed his lot, becoming desperate
to leave the poverty behind him he was wise enough to know the influx
of labour from the countryside would drive wages down and it was hard
enough to exist already without having to compete for work with a rapidly
increasing population, staring at this fathers snorting hulk in a moment
Will contemplated leaving his home town to better his luck elsewhere.
His life thus far had fallen short of most expectations, although
work was available during the towns more prosperous times periods of
unemployment were always threatening convincing himself there must be a
better life than what he‟d lived so far. Will‟s employment at the Soars wharfs
started at daybreak but due to the fracas at the Globe Inn the morning was
spent nursing his father‟s injuries confounded by his complaints of the self
inflicted alcohol abuse, leaving their lodgings around mid-morning Will
arrived at the enclosed yard ready to start unloading the row of barges
of their wares, the foreman of the jetty made his way towards him, „sorry
lad‟ he spoke and wiped away sweat from his brow with a filthy rag „I‟ve
hired my men today, I‟ll not be needing you any longer‟. Will turned away
and sighed, dropping his shoulders in despair knowing with the harvest
coming to an end he would face lengthy unemployment yet again, he
could not help but feel the blame for this misfortune lay yet again with
his father‟s irresponsibility. He had sought employment where he could,
often working a day unwaged to prove himself to any prospective employer
but these days with an abundance of labour this often led to nothing,
sometimes stealing food when he had no coin in the pocket was the only
alternative to starvation knowing these desperate times were upon him
again he vowed not to return to that unlawful existence. Walking around
the back streets and gutter alleys of Leicester he paused a moment and
watched with curious interest as two men pasted notices on the wooden
shutters of an ironmonger‟s out building. The illiterate Will enquired to
the men about the words meaning, the older of the two glanced at his
bills and read the words aloud, „For the King, adventure and the glorious
17th . . . brave fellows answer the call to the colours and do battle with
old England‟s enemies . . . Upon enlistment each recruit shall receive a
bounty of three Guineas, eight shillings and be genteelly clothed fit for
his majesty‟s army . . . „. Will picked through the words he understood
asking himself could this be the answer to his misery, he pondered to
himself scratching his lank dark hair scanning further down the pasted
bill, politely he asked the man to read the remainder of the poster to him,
the man duly obliged and squinted his eyes to the words whilst running
his fingers along the lines, he read them out loud „for suitable young men
to meet Sergeant Lucas at the Saracens Head tavern at eight bells‟ the
man spoke disinterested to the significance of the meaning.
Scratching his head he tried to imagine himself a soldier having
on occasion seen recruiting sergeants and drummers pass through the
town displaying their fine uniforms and passing stories of adventure and
romance, in that moment he decided to see what the crown had to offer,
that night he would meet this Sergeant Lucas and if his luck was with him
the crown may at least pay for his meal that night.
Wandering the streets counting the bells the many town churches
struck every hour, his meal that day had consisted of a little black bread
and half rotten beans left behind by the days traders, as the sun began to
drop to the horizon Will made for the upper market district and towards the
tavern that would host the representative of the 17th Regiment. Arriving
at the steps of the inn the faint glow of tallow candles lit the inside of the
drinking house, the taverns double doors lay wide open airing the sounds
and smells it held within, pausing a moment to gather and tie his hair he
entered the house nervous of being in a very similar establishment the
previous night.
The tavern was busier than usual and the majority of its patrons
gathered around the smart red-coated Soldier, his hair perfectly plated
and tied into a neat ribbon behind his head, the landlord passed two large
jugs of liquor onto the long wooden bench squeezing his portly frame
through the masses that congregated around the gentleman soldier. Will
positioned himself into space at the rear of the party as the Sergeant began
to pour the strong drink liberally into the tankards of his audience, he
eyed over a dozen men gathered around the table from all walks of life,
some he recognised from the town but most he did not, he smirked to
himself as most were clearly taking chance of the free drink liberally
offered by the sergeant, perhaps a few not unlike himself saw this as an
opportunity to better themselves from the dirge of a poverty life. Once the
tavern filled sufficiently the Sergeant began his well rehearsed speech
outlining an easy life of the soldier, these words amused Will as Lucas
spoke comically „If any gentlemen soldiers or others, have a mind to serve
His Majesty and pull down the enemies of old England, if any prentices
have severe masters, any children have unnatural parents, if any servants
have too little wages or any husband too much wife let them resort to the
noble Sergeant Lucas in this good and honest town and they shall receive
present relief and entertainment‟.
The opportunity for adventure and the chance of fame and riches looked
good to Will as they did by the expressions of others around the room.
Sergeant Lucas observed Wills empty hands and called his accompanying
drummer boy to pass him a dented pewter tankard of drink, Will took
the offer reluctantly and in sensing this Lucas urged him to sit along the
benches around the table ushering the others to make room for the „fine
and upstanding lad‟ as the Sergeant addressed him. As he sat humbly
along the bench Sergeant Lucas opened a pouch containing a dark rich
tobacco and stuffed a generous wad into his long white clay pipe, although
such luxuries were well beyond his means Will drew long breaths as the
Recruiting Sergeant held a long slow match into the fireplace behind and
lit the bowl, heartily sucking its tobacco stained end filling the proximity
with fragrant tobacco smoke and noticing Will‟s pleasure Lucas offered
him his tobacco pouch raising his eye brows encouragingly, humbly Will
declined citing „I have no means for which to smoke it‟. „Then fear naught‟
laughed Lucas heartily, „for what poor lad cannot enjoy the fruits of the
colonies?‟ he continued, reaching inside his smart red tunic, he produced
a smaller clay pipe, its thin stem shorter than the one the recruiting
sergeant held between his stained teeth, Will took the pipe from him and
slid the pouch towards across and opened it to reveal it crammed full of
rich shredded tobacco, „‟Tis finest Virginian‟ commented Lucas as Will
thumbed the tobacco into the pipes bowl and lit it with the slow burning
match left beside the pewter candle stick holder, coughing as he drew
breath and filled his lungs with the dry yet sweet tobacco smoke.
For Will, this moment became a mile stone in his life and he knew it,
in the company of men and brave men at that, he left behind his boyhood
and fledged his first moments into adulthood. Upon insistence of Lucas
and encouragement of the other potential recruits Will drank heavily from
his tankard as Lucas continued his words exciting his audience with tales
of heroics and adventure from the span of the four corners of the world and
with dogged interest the crowd listened on.
As the evening passed Sergeant Lucas explained the bounty of
enlistment to each man who would swear allegiance to the crown, each man
would be clothed in a manner fit for the finest soldier, receive a shilling a
day in pay and the generous daily ration allocated to each man. The thought
of a full belly each day was enough for Will, long gone would be the days
of hunger, poverty and boredom, a soldiers daily pay would be enough for
him to survive upon and the surplus provide money to his family. Whether
the plentiful drink persuaded him to take the King‟s shilling offered by
Lucas he cared not, the Sergeant produced a tidy purse from his red coat
and removed a handful of coins firmly placing them into the open palms of
the eager recruits, of the Sergeant‟s audience, seven men took the King‟s
shilling which in turn was quickly spent by the recipients on more ale.
As the night drew to a close, the candles molten tallow pooled onto the
scored wooden table, Lucas announced cleverly it would be pointless for
the fellows to leave such good company and the party should sleep within
the upper rooms of the inn, engulfed by his company Will, in his merry
condition had no objection to this as the sergeant led his band upstairs
complete with a tanned leather jug of sweet rum. Will Snow passed out
from excessive alcohol almost as soon as he lay on the prepared beds
on the wooden floorboards of the attic room, Lucas covered him with a
blanket and continued his joyful banter to the remaining party.
The morning started at day break for the group, Lucas walked the
length of the attic steady sober as though no drink had passed his lips, the
drummer boy began to slowly beat the taut skin of his drum to awaken the
new recruits from their slumber, „Come lads‟ hailed Lucas, „let us make
you into heroes today‟, still as buoyant as the previous night, the recruits
however, nursed sore heads and playfully Lucas passed around remnants
of the nights liquor amongst the party, Will refused but to his dismay was
taken by all of the others despite their moans and complaints of illness.
Sergeant Lucas had arranged for a local baker to deliver loaves of bread
to the Inn along with two gallons of fresh milk, cheese and two dozen
goose eggs, the mistress of the tavern brought the food to the men who all
enjoyed such a hearty breakfast. To most of Will‟s type this was a feast of
Kings, rarely in his life had he eaten so well nor so early. With sustenance
such as this Will would gladly follow his Majesty‟s army wherever it took
him. Sergeant Lucas, his drummer and the party of recruits spent the
day pipe smoking, drinking small beer and watching the towns barges
unload goods from the bridges along the River Soar, day labourers toiled
in the summer heat on the opposite side of the river to reduce the flood
plane soon to be used to accommodate the much needed housing and
commercial requirements of the growing town, to all men the life of a
recruited soldier seemed good. As the ale ran dry and the party began to
sober Will wondered after his family and coyly he asked Lucas if he could
explain his whereabouts to his kin. Sergeant Lucas initially refused with
no explanation but Will knew Lucas‟s fears lay on account of losing the
youngster to his families sensibilities, the oldest recruit in the party on
hearing of Will‟s predicament quietly spoke reason to sergeant Lucas.
After a minute of talk between the two Lucas approached him and
spoke in a stern but soft voice „You‟ve an hour to tidy your affairs lad, and
woe be tied upon ye should you fail to return‟, Will thanked Lucas and not
wishing to waste his precious hour made his way along the rivers towpath.
The long sun dried grasses brushing against his legs as he ran towards
the old town centre, turning into the back alleyways and side streets of
the town Will made his arrival a the end of the lane. Knowing he owed his
father nothing, years of neglect and drunkenness had taken its toll on his
loyalty to him, his siblings on the other hand deserved much better and
conscious of the time Lucas had given him Will turned into the lane and
walked towards the family‟s lodgings. Making the most of the hot weather
the door to the house was ajar to ventilate the damp rooms, straw still lay
on the floor where his father had slept on that fateful night but to his relief
the lower floor was empty of life, hearing movement of the wooden boards
overhead Will cried after his brother. „Joseph, Rebecca, it‟s me, Will‟ he
shouted as he leant towards the roof space, Joseph‟s feet appeared on the
top of the ladder much to the relief of Will for any confrontation with his
father would spoil this farewell, „Where have you been brother?‟ Joseph
asked as he stepped down the ladder rungs, „I‟ve taken the Kings shilling,
I‟ve enlisted‟ Will replied excitedly, Joseph stood motionless for a second
as his feet reached the hard floor of the ladder and slowly turning round to
face his older brother Joseph queried his brothers statement, „The Kings
shilling?‟ he paused a moment „you‟ve enlisted?‟. Will nodded in response,
„Did he recover?‟ keen to change the topic to his father‟s welfare „Aye, soon
enough he was back in the taverns again, slightly bruised and cut but no
worse than that‟, Joseph replied. With his conscience eased Will humbly
apologised to his brother and asked him to pass his love to Rebecca when
she returned, Joseph stood wide eyed, „When do you leave?‟ he asked. That
Will did not know but explained to Joseph the benefits of his majesty‟s
service almost verbatim Sergeant Lucas‟s words, „so you think it‟s a better
life than here then?‟ his brother spoke soberly „but I understand your
reasons only well enough‟ he added, „With Rebecca in full employment
and myself apprenticed well there‟s no reason for you to stay here wasting
your life away, brother, it‟s time to live your life‟. The two brothers spent
a few final minutes together, Will promising to return as and when he
could but both brothers knew this was a promise he could not keep for
although the 17th Regiment had recruited well from Leicestershire it had
no firm ties with the county or town, once the Regiment had enlisted it‟s
quota they would move on to some remote town or another hoping to swell
its rank further. Will shook Joseph‟s hand firmly and bore him farewell
placing what coin he had left tightly into his brother‟s palm and made his
way to the door not looking back, keen to avoid any display of emotion he
preferred to make his departure as brief as possible. Joseph called after
Will as he turned the streets towards Lucas and the party‟s direction „be
sure to come back and come back a hero‟. Will smiled and waved farewell
to his brother, his past and his old life.
With thanks.
Chris.
www.heroesofprinceton.com
Forgework course
December 11
th & 12
th 2010 at
Glendon forge
Glendon lodge farm
kettering, England.
NN14 1QF
This will be a two day course based on your ability,
interests and requests within reason.
It will start with the basics and will hopefully
progress as far as you can in the time available.
There will be a BBQ type lunch each day which we
will supply and if you wish you can use the BBQ
any other time during the weekend
If there is a specific item you want to know how to
make please email us details in advance.
Course costs £70 per person for the weekend, 50%
deposit required.
The course will be ran by Alun Walker & David
Hodges
To book please contact Alun via email
21st Annual Traditional Archery
Shoot
Time
Saturday, 05 February 2011 at 08:00 -
Sunday, 06 February 2011 at 16:00
Location Galt Sportsmens Glub 6542 Gore Road
Cambridge, ON, Canada
More
info
Hand-painted medieval targets
3D animal course also open
Traditional archery tackle
$15 per day, $25 for both days
Wand Shoot 1pm Saturday. Champions
Arrow 1pm Sunday.
Wooden arrows only for Wand and
Champions Arrow
Food available at clubhouse
More info contact:
Gerry Lee: 905-639-2405
Sandy Gordier: 519-740-5455
http://www.galtsportsmensclub.com/
The Grumpy Olde Archers In Assoc. with Marks hall Estate
April 9th
& 10th
2011
Marks Hall estate
Coggeshall
England
A weekend of archery including
clout, wand and popinjay shoots.
Medieval Market & living history
encampment
In aid of Help for Heroes
All shoot and pitch fees to charity
www.thegrumpyoldarcher.co.uk
The Battle of Mortimer’s Cross
550th Anniversary
September 17th
& 18th
2011
Main A49, 1 mile north of Leominster,
Herefordshire
England
Battle re-enactment each day with fully armoured
knights, archers and gunners.
Separate arena for barber surgeon, medieval
dancing, mummer’s plays and music.
Living history encampment
Traders row
Beer tent
Local food stalls
Passamezzo Early Dance
Owain Leech (Barber Surgeon)
Nominus
Adults £5, Under 16s FREE, Concessions £4
Free Parking for all
Contact: Bob & Pennie:01989 762159
Or Jason: 01432 352755
www.mortimerscross.co.uk
The Battle of Varna
On November 6th
& 7th
one of the last crusades came to life, when reenactors from the
Bulgarian group “Chigot” along with other groups recreated the battle between the armies of
the polish-hungarian king Vladislav III Yagelo and the Ottoman sultan Murad II, which
happened near the town of Varna in 1444.
In the middle of the 15th
century the ottoman power was growing rapidly in power and had
already conquered the Balkans and was looking for further expansion in Europe. The polish-
hungarian empire was at the forefront of this battle, so a crusade was called. Along with the
forces of the young king Vladislav III, the crusade was joined by John Hunyadi and the papal
legate Juliano Cesarini. The first attempt - in 1443 was successful, managing to deliver a
series of defeats to the ottomans, but it had to be cancelled due to the worsening weather.
Despite signing a peace treaty with the sultan, the crusaders attacked again on the next year –
1444. They crossed the Danube and marched towards the town of Varna. Meanwhile Murad
learned about the breaking of the treaty and the advancing armies, so he gathered his forces -
40 000 strong and force-marched to meet the crusaders. The two armies met on the morning
of 10th
of November. The battle was long and disputed. Finally the Christian forces managed
to rout the two flanks of the ottoman army. Seeing this, Vladislav charged the central forces
with his personal bodyguards, but was misled about the enemy forces and intentions and was
slain. This let to the routing of the Christian forces, and their decision to abandon the field.
Only regiment of husites was left to cover the retreat.
Now the original field of battle is part of the city, so the event took place in one of the nearby
parks. The place was transformed in a military camp, where visitors could see soldiers from
both sides of the conflict. During the first day there were demonstrations of medieval martial
arts, life on camp, archery and training. The visitors could also visit the improvised open-air
museum and put on various pieces of equipment.
The battle itself took place on the second day. Over 40 reenactors went on the battlefield and
the clash of armour and weapons could be heard quite far away. Despite not being very much
we managed to put quite a good show, and to demonstrate what happened during the real
battle, that took place here over five centuries ago. The reenactment was finished with a
torchlight procession in the memory of those fallen here.
This reenactment was one of the larger ones that has happened in Bulgaria, and it is the fourth
attempt to recreate the battle of Varna. Historical reenactment is still in it‟s infancy here,
and still there are many issues with finding people, as well as support. Authenticity is still a
problem, but some compromises must be made in order to manage to get some more people
on the field and not look funny. The good thing is that with each reenactment, those
compromises are less and less, and people are starting to notice the reenactment community.
The International Living History
Fair
February 25th
– 27th
2011
*New Venue*
Bruntingthorpe Proving Ground,
Lutterworth, Leicestershire, England.
http://www.bruntingthorpe.com/
The international Living History Fair
exists to provide a market place, a meeting
place and a fabulous opportunity for all,
visitors and re-enactors alike, to meet and
discuss all periods of our historical past.
Many of Europe’s best artisans, craftsmen
and traders are on hand happy to advise
on and provide a huge array of items and
replicas of our historical heritage
www.pikeandshot.com
History Boot Camp
April 2nd
& 3rd
2011
Frederic Osborn School, Welwyn Garden
City, Hertfordshire, England
http://www.sfosborn.herts.sch.uk/
Last year saw 28 seminars and 26 traders.
This is your chance to learn a new skill or
teach a skill to fellow re-enactors in a very
relaxed atmosphere.
Most Seminars are free
£23.00 for the weekend
Large flat field, indoor accommodation
available, hot showers, proper toilets,
subsidised bar and good food.
No Ninja Squirrels!
www.history-boot-camp.co.uk
Olde England Presents
A Victorian Fete
10th
& 11th
June 2011
Templecombe, Somerset, England
A Neo-Victorian Medieval Fete and
campout where Steampunk gets to go
medieval, Victorian style.
Weekend ticket: £40.00
Saturday ticket: £25.00 (includes evening)
Sunday public day: £5.00
Lots to see and do all weekend including
Victorian cuisine, scrapheap challenge,
medieval men-at-arms competitions,
historical dance, steam organ, music and
burlesque.
www.olde-england.co.uk
Midland History Festival
6th
& 7th
June 2011
Ragley Hall, Alcester, England
http://www.ragleyhall.com/
A multi-period event, Roman through to
WWII
Large Living History displays
Historical Craft Market
Battlefield and small arena
Archery, Man-at-arms competitions
Trolls Bottom re-enactors bar
Forge work demonstration
Falconry
Craft Marquee
10% of profit to Royal British legion
www.mid-fest.co.uk
Event Listing
November
27th
& 28th
Ludlow Castle Medieval Christmas fair, Ludlow, Shropshire, UK
Craft fair, medieval traders, combat, have a go archery
http://www.ludlowcastle.com/
December
12th
MSS Christmas Clout Shoot at Bodium Castle, Sussex, UK
For information: http://www.medieval-seige-society.co.uk
2011
January
8th
ACWS Grand Ball, Redlands, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=170510392978610
15th
ACWS/IVLHA Live Fire, El Centro, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=172094472818902
February
5th
ACWS Lincoln Shrine Parade & Encampment, Redlands, California
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=142711762446747
12th
Las Vegas Council BSA Mountain Man, Moapa Indian Reservation, Nevada
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=119000964828789
19th
ACWS Calico Ghost Town Reenactment, Barstow, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=159922170716925
March
11th
– 14th
The 4th
Annual School of The Soldier, Tarago, NSW, Australia
http://andersonzouaves.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderfiles/4thsotsinvite.pdf
12th
SWCWA Picacho Pass Reenactment, Picacho Peak State Park, Arizona, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=162753473764033
19th
ACWS Picacho Pass Reenactment, Los Angeles, Nevada, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=166101403422182
April 2
nd SCCWA Prado Dam Reenactment, Chino, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=108008195935117
2nd
& 3rd
History Boot Camp, Frederic Osbourn School, Welwyn garden City, England
http://www.history-boot-camp.co.uk or email: [email protected]
9th
& 10th
The Grumpy Olde Archers at Marks Hall Estate, Coggeshall, England
Email: [email protected]
24th
& 25th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Knebworth House, England
http://www.knebworthhouse.com
24th
& 25th
The Medieval Siege Society at Cressing Temple Barns, England
http://www.medieval-siege-society.co.uk
30th
– 2nd
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Blenheim Palace, England
http://www.blenheimpalace.com
May
30th
– 2nd The Medieval Siege Society at Hedingham Castle, England
http://www.medieval-siege-society.co.uk
14th
Las Vegas Helldorado Days Parade, Downtown Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=149478625098796
14th
World War II Day, Calvert County Fairgrounds, Prince Frederick, Maryland, USA
www.circleofangels.org
29th
& 30th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hedingham Castle, England
http://hedinghamcastle.co.uk
June
1st- 5
th The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Leeds castle, England
http://www.leeds-castle.com
10th
– 12th
Olde England Presents A Victorian Fete at Templecombe, Somerset, England
http://www.olde-england.co.uk
11th
& 12th
The Medieval Siege Society at Weald Country Park, England
http://www.medieval-siege-society.co.uk
11th
& 12th
, Chester Roman Festival
Contact: [email protected]
17th
– 19th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Cardiff Castle, Wales
http://www.cardiffcastle.com
18th
& 19th
Tatton Park Medieval Fayre, England
http://www.plantagenet-events.co.uk
July
2nd
& 3rd
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Linlithgow Palace, Scotland http://www.historic-scotland.gov.uk/propertyresults/propertyoverview.htm?PropID=PL_199@PropName=Linlithgow‟
3rd
& 4th
fête médiévale de briançon
http://www.facebook.com/?page=1&sk=messages&tid=1574642256880#!/group.php?gid=148203611869332
4th
Summerlin 4th
July Parade, 2011, Summerlin or NW Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=107344416001487
9th
Old Fort MacArthur Days Timeline, San Pedro, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=142170442501203
9th
& 10th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Linlithgow Palace, Scotland http://www.historic-scotland.gov.uk/propertyresults/propertyoverview.htm?PropID=PL_199@PropName=Linlithgow
10th
& 11th
Tewkesbury Medieval Festival, Tewkesbury, England
www.tewkesburymedievalfestival.org/
July 12th
– 17th
Viking Market in Gudvangen
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=45100027297
16th
& 17th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk/
22nd
– 24th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk/
23rd
& 24th
The Arthurian Centre, Slaughterbridge, Camelford, Cornwall, England
http://www.arthur-online.co.uk/
29th
– 31st The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk/
30th
& 31st Berkeley Skirmish at Berkeley Castle, England
http://www.plantagenet-events.co.uk
August
5th
– 7th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Blenheim Palace, England
http://www.blenheimpalace.com/
6th
& 7th
Midland History Festival at Ragley hall, Alcester, England
http://www.mid-fest.co.uk or Email: [email protected]
12th
– 14th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk/
13th
& 14th
The Arthurian Centre, Slaughterbridge, Camelford, Cornwall, England
http://www.arthur-online.co.uk/
13th
& 14th
The Medieval Siege Society at The Siege of Bodium Castle, England
http://www.medieval-siege-society.co.uk
13th
& 14th
Lincoln Castle “Preparing for Siege”, Lincoln castle, England
http://www.plantagent-events.co.uk
19th
& 21st The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk/
27th
& 28th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hever Castle, England
http://www.hevercastle.co.uk
27th
– 29th
England‟s medieval Festival at Herstmonceaux Castle, England
http://www.herstmonceux-castle.com/
28th
& 29th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Hedingham Castle, England
http://www.hedinghamcastle.co.uk/
September
3rd
Huntington Beach Reenactment, Hunington Beach, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=168122296543585
4th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Knebworth House, England
http://www.knebworthhouse.com/
18th
& 19th
The Knights of Royal England (www.knightsroyal.co.uk) at Leeds Castle, England
http://www.leeds-castle.com
October
8
th ACWS Helendale Re-Enactment, California, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=129725463752666
29th
ACWS/SNLHA Spring Mountain Ranch Reenactment, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=108090669259640
November
11th
Las Vegas Veteran‟s Day Parade 2011, Downtown Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=102684859803236
26th
& 27th
Ludlow Castle Medieval Christmas fair, Ludlow, Shropshire, UK
Craft fair, medieval traders, combat, have a go archery
http://www.ludlowcastle.com/
Q: A brief outline of the series and the story.
Archer is the first book in the series about a fictitious people descended from Hengist and
Horsa who supposedly led the Anglo-Saxon invasion in 5th century. The book has the fast
pace of an adventure film and is set on a single day (Mayday), telling Archer’s story through
a series of flashbacks. It opens with an exciting joust and closes with a thrilling scene
involving Archer’s scheming enemy Edlyn and a dangerous enchantress at the Beltane
bonfire. In between there are sporting and dramatic contests, a gang of fierce outlaws, a
charismatic Celtic drummer band, dancing and plenty of kisses
Q: What prompted the idea of the story?
The original character Archer (in a fantasy thriller) was inspired by Kevin Hicks who was the
Warwick Bowman for many years. I watched him loose 100 arrows in five minutes, through a
loop of rope the size of a man’s head. I finished the book in Feb 2009 with a sense of loss – I
really wanted to spend more time in that world with those characters. After a big nudge from
Char at Waterstones, I decided to explore the kind of adolescent experiences that made
Archer who he was. 18 days and 56,000 words later, Archer’s tale was told and in just over
one year the first drafts of five books in the series were completed.
Q: A brief history of you
Warwick born and bred, now living in Coventry with husband Brian and 3 children. One of
the first girls to graduate with a degree in electronic engineering from Coventry University
back in the early 80’s, my son just graduated from there with a 1st class computing degree.
23 years as a software engineer at GPT (later Marconi) so every time you dial out on a land
line in the UK you will go through some software that I wrote (along with 100’s of others).
10 years teaching maths at secondary schools and over 15 years of writing.
Q: Tell us a bit more about your writing.
I wrote my first book (Subterfuge, a modern thriller) when I was18,
re-wrote it 15 years ago and published it in May last year under the
pseudonym Jo Green. I have written 15 books and half a dozen
short stories and this experience honed a few skills which is why
Archer almost wrote itself. The series is set on a completely new
world based on medieval values (but 650 years on) with earth-
friendly technology and 3 clans - Warriors, Magi and Outils.
It seemed natural to have a different hero from each clan and one
from their biggest enemy, the fearsome Renegates. Before I could
do that, Archer had to travel to our world and learn some lessons.
The second book Rory, sees him up against today’s modern
teenagers with their very different attitudes and behaviour.
I have been blessed with the support of so many people in the
creation and marketing of the books, for example my son’s best
friend Anthony (who designed the signature white horse) created some stunning publicity
posters featuring Kevin’s son Josh.
Q: Who are your influences?
I have been a big fan of Bernard Cornwell since reading his American Civil War series back
in the 80’s and have read almost all of his books. I also devour Lee Child, Conn Iggulden,
Preston/Child, Stephen King, Wilbur Smith, Jodi Picoult, Stephenie Meyer and J.K.Rowling.
Q: Why did you choose Medieval England?
If you could see my house, you wouldn’t need to ask, it’s littered with fabulous paintings of
knights in shining armour and medieval weapons which I take with me on book signings. The
period has always fascinated me, and the words seemed to flow quite naturally when I was
writing Archer. The Muse sat on my shoulder at about 10pm and I would write until 3am
(about 3000 words). It was uncanny because when I got up the next day and started
researching what I had written, many of the ideas were spookily correct. It was though the
universe decided these books should be written and channelled them into me.
Q: How did you go about researching these books?
Obviously the internet is a valuable resource; I joined a couple of forums and spoke to
experts in various fields, particularly medieval weaponry and pagan ceremonies. I have had
lots of practical experience, meeting dozens of people who have kindly allowed me to
experience holding swords and bows, shown me fighting techniques and even allowed me to
join in rituals to feel for myself the magical energy. My father and I followed in Hamish
Miller’s footsteps, dowsing the Michael and Mary lines through several sites in Devon and
Cornwall. I have stood inside several crop circles and visited every one of the white horses
in Wiltshire. After many journeys to mystical places like Avebury, Glastonbury, Tintagel and
of course the Summer Solstice at Stonehenge, I feel like Wessex is my second home.
I was especially honoured to take the same tour of Kevin Hicks’ amazing arsenal that
Bernard Cornwell did when he wrote the Grail Quest series. Richard Head showed me his
remarkable workshop where he uses medieval methods to create bows and arrows, this very
much influenced the latter scenes in the book where Archer makes his own bow. But the
most exhilarating events were treading the flaming maze and dancing round the wicker man
with a thousand other pagans at the Mercian Gathering in September and being treated to
daring displays of courage, honour and swordsmanship by the amazing Vikings of Middle
England and Knights of Middle England.
Q: How did the book launch and signings go?
I was privileged to have the company of Kevin and
Josh Hicks from History Squad and Kerry-lyn Tosh
from Angel Path Inspiration at the launch at
Kenilworth Castle. It was an amazing “Time
Travellers” activity day with several re-enactors
giving a slice of bygone ages to enthralled children.
The pictures and story can be seen on the website:
www.hengistarcher.co.uk/index.php/authorbits.html
So far I have signed books at:
The Mercian Gathering with several Vikings adding an air of excitement
Warwick Books accompanied by Kevin Hicks entertaining the crowds in full Archer gear
Kenilworth Books where Rebecca and Alex were sword-fighting to draw attention
Growing Needs in Glastonbury with Paul and Cara dressed as a Knight and Archer’s wife
Pictures from these events are also displayed on the website along with encouraging
comments from some of Archer’s fans: www.hengistarcher.co.uk/index.php/archer.html.
Q: What comes next?
Now the first two books are out there and getting such a fantastic response, I am currently
editing the third book Reagan, he is a Magi hero and the mathematical genius who works out
the geometry of the patterns of the White Horses in Wessex and the links with ley lines and
crop circles.
I’ve just come back from a week in France where I sat by the log fire scribbling out the first
few chapters of the 6th book Aurora – the only one with a female hero, but many of the other
characters feature. This could be the last one, but I won’t know until it ends – these cliff-
hanger endings just seem to pop up out of nowhere.
In November I shall be taking part in a book week at a secondary school in Glastonbury,
spending a day along with other authors talking to pupils about the art and craft of writing
and running workshops with would-be authors. In the run up to Christmas I am planning
more signings in Coventry Market and various local bookstores, starting with Coventry
Waterstones.
