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 ‘If we could gain control of Occitan, we might be able to stabilise the whole of Aquitaine.’



Edward of Woodstock-10th March 1355

‘Sire, please look at this.’


Sir Ralph had brought his own map, which showed the current territories under English control. He unrolled it on the table in front of the King.

The Prince returned to the table and leaned forward, examining the map.

Sir Ralph continued talking. ‘Over the last one-hundred-and-fifty years, we have lost control of huge areas of our own lands. Our strategy was to establish secure frontiers with major geographic features delineating the boundary. Long before my time, we chose the Loire and the Central Massive—’

‘No, no, Sir Ralph. Please stick to the current discussion.’

‘Yes, Sire. We now try to use the Garonne River as our boundary. We would like to extend it north as far as the River Lot or even the Dordogne, but those lands are currently in dispute. Even during the Death, there was sporadic fighting. We have managed to secure harbours on the northern bank of the Garonne. La Reole, Aigullion and Agen have all fallen to us, and the other ports tolerate our presence. In the aftermath of the Albigensian Crusade, we lost control of the area around Toulouse, including the river crossings. The area to the east of Toulouse, Occitan, was at that time part of Aragon, governed by the Comte de Carcassonne, Raimon Trencavel.’

‘The present, the present, Sir Ralph!’ The King slammed a fist on the table.

‘Yes, Sire, but this is relevant. Under the excuse of eliminating heresy during the Albigensian Crusade, the Franks stole the Trencavel lands. This is where the Routiers now hide from us, and it is the route the Northern Franks use to consolidate gains. The Franks move down the Rhone valley, though the Occitan territories, Beziers, Narbonne, Carcassonne and then up through Toulouse.’

‘So the lands of Occitan are important to us? They represent an opportunity’

‘Absolutely, Sire. There is no doubt that Comte d’Armagnac is defecting partly because we cannot protect him from either the Franks or the Routiers, who use the river crossing at Toulouse to infiltrate his territory.’

‘And the supposed heiress to Occitan territories, Ximene Trencavel?’

‘I know little about her, Sire, but one does hear rumours.’

‘She is the niece of the Comte de Foix, both the Comte and His Holiness seem to think her claim is genuine, and they want to marry her to the Prince.’

‘Really?’ Sir Ralph said. His cheeks reddened and he turned his head away, only to look back at the King again, wide-eyed. ‘Really!’ His smile grew too big for his face. ‘If we could gain control of Occitan, we might be able to stabilise the whole of Aquitaine.’

‘That is useful information,’ the King said. ‘Now I must tell you that Monsieur Froissart has spent most of the winter negotiating with Comte de Foix and the Pope to obtain an agreement on a marriage between the Prince and Ximene Trencavel.’

Sir Ralph looked surprised; ‘I was not aware of that. If it could be achieved it would be wonderful.’

King Edward smiled. ‘The information you’ve just given me confirms the importance of Occitan and the Prince has heard for himself.’ He glanced at his son. ‘You have heard, haven’t you Edward.’

The Prince nodded.

King Edward gently steered Sir Ralph towards the door. ‘Thank you, Sir Ralph we needed that.’ He paused and allowed his gaze to roam the room.

The Prince realised the pause was for his benefit, his father was making sure he was listening, which he certainly was. The Prince looked directly into his father’s eyes to emphasise his attention.

The King now spoke in a regal tone. ‘Sir Ralph, you must report all this to my lords in Parliament. You are an accomplished orator. It will come better from you.’ He lifted his eyebrows. ‘Try to convince them, Sir Ralph. If they do not give me more of their wealth, we will not be able to extend or even defend our empire in the south and in the end, that will affect them all, even those who have no possessions in Aquitaine.’ He put his hand on Sir Ralph’s shoulder. ‘Thank you. Sir Ralph.’

When the door had closed the King walked back to the window. He spoke without looking directly at the Prince. ‘This is probably the most important year of your life, Edward. Aquitaine is in great strife and in need of a strong leader. If I move to Bordeaux, it is likely that we will lose the north of England to the Scots and, perhaps, England, itself, to one of the more powerful barons. We need a new initiative against the Franks. I will play my part to communicate to everyone that you have my support, but you must take control in Aquitaine, and build a new and more powerful state!’

The Prince saw the opportunity he had been waiting for to put his own imprint on the initiative, hoping he sounded like an elder statesman offering advice. ‘We must wage war more vigorously and make it clear that it is in pursuit of your claim to the Frankish throne. If we can win that war then all the French lords will be forced to swear fealty to you. Any who refuse could be replaced by lords or the younger sons of lords from English families. That may well win the support of our nobility, and not a moment too soon, as they have become increasingly disinterested in the needs of Aquitaine.’

The King nodded once, his head turned slightly to one side as though he could only see out of one eye. ‘The same tactic the Franks used in Occitan.’ He raised a hand. ‘Talking of which, did you understand the importance of Ximene Trencavel and her inheritance to our plans.’

‘I did indeed, but the same thing applies to Occitan. It must not be a question of making them independent. The lords of Occitan must be made to swear fealty to you. Any other solution will simply extend our difficulties. The only way to defeat these Routiers is to drive them out of Occitan and then impose our rule.’ He hesitated. ‘I am not sure whether this solution will be acceptable to the Comte de Foix or his ward.’

The King smiled icily. ‘Ximene, Edward! Her name is Ximene.’ He sighed. ‘But you are right. We must find out exactly what terms will be acceptable to the Comte … and to Ximene.’ He flicked his head in exasperation. ‘She apparently wants to re-establish the Cathar faith in Occitan.’

The Prince stared carefully at his father, considering his reply. He knew the King was aware of his own Cathar sympathies and forever counselled him on the need to keep them hidden from the wider world. ‘Religion is an issue. It will be up to us to persuade her to adopt our model, where we tolerate rather than actively support the Cathar religion, and we limit the activities of the Inquisition to a point where they cannot uncover privately held beliefs.’

The King smiled and approached his son. ‘Edward you live in a world of black and white—no room for shades of grey.’ He put an arm around the Prince’s shoulder. ‘In this case, I agree with you but do not look for differences that will cause difficulty. Let the details of an agreement unfold. I believe that an essential part of your strategy must be to marry Ximene Trencavel. To find out what she wants, you will meet her at Muret at the beginning of June. That is not a request. It is an order. The details, I leave to you.’

The Prince eyed his father. ‘I will do as you wish and just to show our commitment to this lady …’

‘Ximene, Edward, Ximene!’

‘To show our commitment to … Ximene, once we have dealt with the Comte d’Armagnac, we will invade Occitan and disturb these Routiers in the places they like to hide. If the Franks, in their bastides, do not want to assist us then so be it. We will disturb them also. By the time I have finished, the Routiers will no longer see Occitan as a safe haven. While I am there, I will seek a conference with lords and nobles, to test out their support for … Ximene.’

The King’s eyes bulged. ‘Edward, I have just told you I will leave the details to you but be careful. Do not overextend yourself. These Routiers will not comply with the rules of chivalry. They will attack without warning. They are devious and, from what we have been told, ruthless.’

He relaxed then, looking at his son, he sighed then smiled. ‘I have just given you authority for Aquitaine and now I am trying to control you. You must do what you must do. In any case, the Routiers’ business will be later in the year. In the meantime, to meet Ximene at Murat in June, you will have to leave in advance of the main army.’

From her seat, by the fire, Queen Philippa nodded her agreement. The Prince walked to his mother and kissed her cheek. He turned and gave a curt half bow to his father signifying that he believed his audience was over. ‘And so I will leave immediately to make the necessary arrangements.’

The King had followed the Prince across the room and hurriedly reached out and caught him by the arm.’Oh, just one last thought. Terminate your relationship with Joan of Kent. She will never accept a position as your mistress, so you must never see her again…’He paused and took great care to search deep into the Prince’s eyes. ‘Once again, that is an order, not a request.’

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Extract from The Prisoner of Foix--Chapter 43 -The EntranceNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley-26th April 1355


'Looks like we are going to see a bit of excitement, John. The Captain tried to get an agreement from the Prince that if there is surf running across the channel to Arcachon we will turn back to Bordeaux, but the Prince would hear none of it. Instead, he has offered to provide insurance for all three ships. If they are damaged or sunk, the owners will be compensated and every sailor who makes the passage will be given a bounty payment. What none of this seems to take into account is that if we sink in rough, fast-flowing waters we might all drown.'

John raised his eyebrows. 'But that is what we are going to do?'

'Yes, despite the fact that surf running accross the entrance is not uncommon and the deep water channel moves continually. In the end, the Prince attacked their captains on their weakest point, their professional pride! He threw down the gauntlet. He offered to take the Sally first through the channel, and to take control during the passage.' He raised his brow. 'We are going into the Bay of Arcachon, come what may! '

Extract from The Eagle of Carcassone -- Chapter 24-- A Real GoddessNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley - 22 July 1355

An hour later John walked with Ximene close to the river along the valley below St Feriole. It was the very essence of a summer’s day. The sun was fierce but in the shadow of the trees, it was cool and fragrant. The trees and shrubs along the riverbank hid their progress, from the Château, from St Feriole.

Eventually they reached a point where John thought it was safe to emerge from cover. To his satisfaction the stream extended into a pool with a sandy beach, shaded by trees. Where the stream entered the pool there was a flat grassy area, almost circular. Behind this, the bulk of two mountain ridges provided a splendid backdrop. He looked around once more ‘Not just a good training ground but a great training ground. If the Greek heroes knew about this they might be tempted to join me, to train with me’

Ximene laughed out loud. He turned to look at her. She had removed her outer clothes and was wearing a white chemise, cut short so that it barely reached her knees. Around her waist, she wore a plaited leather belt, obviously fashioned from the multitude of leather straps to be found in the tackle room.

She ran her hands down over her breasts. ‘When you were unconscious I heard you muttering about gods and goddesses, so  I have decided that from now on, for you, I will be the goddess.’

The Prisoner of FoixVol 1 of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

Aquitaine, an English possession, is in crisis. It is under threat from neighbouring nations and internal dissension.

The Black Prince, King Edward III’s eldest son has been given the task of taking command in Aquitaine.

Suddenly there is an opportunity. Ximene Trencavel is the heiress to the lands of Occitan, to the east of Aquitaine: lands controlled by the Franks. Ximene wants independence, both for herself and for Occitan.

A union between Aquitaine and Occitan would be mutually beneficial. The Black Prince undertakes a secret journey to meet Ximene to negotiate a marriage contract. It is, however, a marriage neither of them really wants.

Meanwhile, the  Franks plot to murder Ximene to prevent ,not just the marriage, but any kind of union between England and Occitan.

The Eagle Of CarcassonneVol II of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

The loose alliance between Ximene Trencavel and the Black Prince is under threat.

The Prince invades Occitan, to show his support for Ximene but it becomes an invasion which creates more problems than it solves.

The Prince has fallen hopelessly in love with Joan of Kent and Joan is now determined to marry him and become the next Queen of England.

Joan is therefore  determined to convince Ximene that she should not marry the Prince.

Part of her strategy is to encourage Ximene’s relationship with John Stanley—one of the Princes bodyguards—not an easy task as both John and Ximene have doubts about their compatibility.

However, John is grievously injured in a battle and Ximene commits herself to nurse him back to health.