Ximene Trencavel

Ximene — Hero –Heiress to much of Occitan.

Both Ximene’s parents died young. Her uncle, Gaston de Foix becomes her guardian. Gaston offers her little guidance. He is more concerned with gaining political advantage from her position as the rightful heir to a large portion the Lands of Occitan.

Gaston asks Dona Eleanor Trencavel (nee Garcia da Pedilla), Ximene’s grandmother to act as Ximene’s Tutor.

Eleanor uses her position to define Ximene’s destiny as recovering her family lands and rekindling the Cathar faith. However she fails to provide Ximene with support or guidance to enable her to fulfill that destiny.

At the start of our story, Ximene is innocent enough to think it will inevitably happen. She cannot believe that the Good God would have given her this vision if it could not be fulfilled.

As she discovers how difficult it may be, she becomes disillusioned.

Her frustration leads to a desire for total independance. She believes that if she were to become free to make her own decisions then she would have a better chance of fulfilling her destiny.

The freedom she initially wants is the freedom to decide if she should marry and if she does decide in favour of marriage, freedom to choose her own partner. She seeks a partner who could share and support her destiny.

This latter issue is urgent as Gaston de Foix is offering her hand in marriage to a number of suitors. The favoured candidate is the Black Prince, heir to the throne of England


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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.’