By Helen Hollick
A really gifted author. Sharon Kay Penman, NYT bestselling writer of Devil's Brood England, 1044. Harold Godwineson, a tender, revered Earl, falls in love with a regular yet appealing girl. He marries Edyth regardless of her loss of pedigree, pitting him opposed to his turbulent relations and his egocentric King, Edward. In France, William, the bastard son of a duke, falls in love with energy. Brutal and dangerously shrewdpermanent, William units his attractions on England, discovering ambition a tough lust to overcome. In 1066, with the previous King Edward death, England falls at risk of the winds of fate-and the obdurate will of those robust males. during this superbly crafted story, Helen Hollick units apart the propaganda of the Norman Conquest and brings to existence the English model of the tale of the final Saxon King, revealing his smooth love, selection, and proud loyalty, all shattered by means of the unforgiving wishes of a country. pressured to renounce his spouse and possibility his lifestyles for England, the selected King led his military into the nice conflict of Hastings in October 1066 with all of the honor and dignity that historical past recalls of its fallen heroes. "A novel of large emotional power...Helen Hollick is a superb author of old fiction." -Elizabeth Chadwick, writer of To Defy a King What Readers Are asserting: "We all comprehend the finishing! yet Helen Hollick's masterful and relocating account of Pre-Conquest England nonetheless includes the reader alongside on a captivating trip to that moment...it made me cry in the entire correct areas. Helen Hollick is a consummate storyteller." "An epic paintings, grand and sweeping. i have learn many models of the occasions of 1066 yet this can be one of many best."(This publication used to be formerly released within the U.K. as HAROLD THE KING) (20110131)
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Godwine and his sons—one of them the new-made Earl of East Anglia—would be at the steading by now. Her father would have come out to greet them, his smile and arms wide. The horses would be settled in the stables; wine, bread and cheese offered—the main meal of the day would come later, at dusk. She ought to have been there for their arrival. Her father would be annoyed with her, for he liked to show off his daughter. She had not minded that when his friends had merely smiled at her with the distracted indulgence of an adult to a child, but since her body had flowered into young womanhood, she had not much liked the new look that had come into their eyes, nor the surreptitious groping of her buttocks or breasts whenever her father or mother were not watching.
The Hall was full of Eadric’s neighbours from the valley and the upland forest who had come, eager, to meet their new overlord, Harold Godwinesson. Land-folk, freehold farmers, a few of Eadric’s own tenants, the priest from the village of Nazeing and Abbot Osbert from the little chapel at Waltham; the smith, a giant of a man with muscles as strong as an oak tree. The potter, the cooper and the fuller, the stench of his occupation forever clinging to him. Servants bustled about their duties, pouring wine, setting the trestle tables and benches, where soon the guests would sit and eat and drink.
How much had she endured for that lad! And for what? For him to die of a seizure when he was but three and twenty and crowned king for less than two short years. “The life of the wrong son was ended,” she said softly. ” Godwine made no comment to that. Emma had borne two sons to Æthelred: Edward and Alfred, and Alfred was a name that still conjured difficult memories that brought the blood stealing into Godwine’s cheeks. As young men, exiled from England, the brothers had tried and failed in a pathetic attempt to claim their right of succession after Cnut’s death.