Richard the Lion Heart — Reading Notes
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nry in September 1157. The young king had overcome the difficulties which had beset him at the opening of his reign. Public order and the regular administration of public justice had been restored throughout his realm. He had obtained the French king’s recognition of his rights over Normandy and the Angevin lands, and also over Eleanor’s duchy of Aquitaine,[2] where in the winter of 1156 he had received the homage of the barons and kept the Christmas festival with her at Bordeaux.[3] King and queen [Sidenote: 1157] returned to England in the spring.[4] Soon afterwards the last remnant of opposition to the rule of the Angevin king in England had been disarmed in the persons of Earl Hugh of Norfolk and Count William of Boulogne; Henry had “subdued all the Welsh to his will,”[5] and received, together with the homage of Malcolm of Scotland, a formal restitution of Northumberland, Westmorland and Cumberland,[6] which had been in the possession of the Scots since 1136. From these successes Henry had either just returned, or was on his way back to rejoin his queen at Oxford, when their third son was born there—no doubt in Beaumont palace—on September 8.[7] A woman of S. Alban’s was chosen for the boy’s nurse and fostered him together with her own son, born on the same night and afterwards known as Alexander Neckam,[8] author of a treatise on natural science or what passed for science in his time. Her name was Hodierna; in later days she had from the royal domains in Chippenham an annuity of seven pounds, doubtless granted to her by her royal nursling, whom she seems to have survived by some twenty years.[9] Whether she dwelt at the court while he was under her charge, or whether, like his ancestor Geoffrey Martel, he was sent to dwell with his foster-mother, there is nothing to show. Before he was two years old his destiny was planned by the king; Richard was to be heir to the dominions of his mother.
“Aquitaine,” says an English writer of the time, “abounding in riches of many kinds, excels other parts of the western world in such wise that it is reckoned by historians as one of the happiest and most fertile among the provinces of Gaul. Although its fields respond abundantly to culture, its vines to propagation, and its woodlands to the chase, yet nevertheless it takes its name not from any of these advantages, but from its waters (_aquæ_), haply esteeming as alone worthy of account among its delights that which its health-giving water brings forth either to be returned to the sea, or uplifted in the air. If, indeed, we track the Garonne from its fount along its rapid course to the sea, and if we also follow the line of the Pyrenean mountains, all the country that lies between derives its name from the beneficent waters that flow through it. Furthermore, in those parts smoothness of tongue is so general that it promises impunity to everybody, and any one who knows not the manner of that people cannot know whether they are more constant in deed than in word. When they set themselves to tame the pride of their enemies, they do it in earnest; and when the labours of battle are over and they settle down to rest in peace, they give themselves up wholly to pleasure.”[10]
Kate Norgate opens her 1924 biography of Richard I with a striking admission: she quotes a historian who argued that Richard's true significance lies in his 'lavish recognition of municipal life,' then immediately concedes that her own book scarcely touches on England or its people. This preface declares the work 'merely an attempt to sketch' a life-story, not a history of the reign. The excerpts that follow bear out that intention, concentrating on Richard's personal decisions and the vivid, often painful circumstances of his crusade.
Norgate's method is to let the narrative unfold through concrete detail—the 'minute flies' that sting pilgrims until 'they all looked like lepers,' the king sitting 'gloomily in his tent apart, absorbed in ceaseless thought.' The biography is built around such moments, where physical suffering and psychological isolation converge.
A Biography of Moments, Not a Reign
Norgate's preface explicitly distinguishes her book from a conventional reign history. She writes that 'England and the English people ought to have stood in the forefront' if this were a history of Richard's reign, but it is not. Instead, she aims to sketch 'the life-story of a prince who reigned less than ten years and lived less than forty-two.' The excerpts confirm this focus: the narrative dwells on specific episodes—the march to Ibelin, the encounter with William of Poitiers—rather than on administrative or political developments. The result is a biography that privileges dramatic, character-revealing scenes over institutional analysis. Readers should expect a work that moves from one vivid tableau to another, with the king's inner life at the center.
Silence and Eloquence in the King's Tent
A key excerpt presents a prolonged confrontation between Richard and a weeping chaplain, William of Poitiers. The priest, 'walking up and down before the open door of the tent,' is afraid to speak until Richard extracts a promise not to be angry. What follows is a torrent of southern eloquence: William recites a litany of Richard's triumphs—'his early triumphs, when only count of Poitou,' 'his peaceful and undisputed succession,' 'his rapid conquest of Cyprus'—all as evidence of divine favor. The king's response is total silence: 'Richard listened without speaking a word, and when the priest's discourse was ended he made no comment or reply.' Norgate then notes that Richard 'pondered over it; and his thoughts'—the sentence breaks off, leaving the reader to infer the outcome. This pattern—an impassioned speech met with wordless reflection—recurs in the biography, suggesting a king who processes counsel internally rather than through debate.
The Physical Texture of the Crusade
Norgate's narrative is grounded in sensory detail. The army suffers 'a fierce persecution and strange martyrdom' from flies that sting 'with such poisonous effect' that the men appear leprous. The landscape is precisely located: the Wady el Afranj, 'at the foot of the hills, where the fields begin,' the fortress of Beit Djibrin with its radiating roads. These details are not decorative; they create a world of discomfort and strategic calculation. Richard sits apart, 'absorbed in ceaseless thought,' while the pilgrims are 'buoyed up above all troubles by their confident hope of reaching Jerusalem at last.' The contrast between the king's solitary brooding and the collective optimism of the host is a recurring tension. Norgate uses physical setting—the tent, the plain, the fortress—to frame psychological states, making the crusade as much an interior ordeal as a military campaign.
Norgate's biography rewards readers who attend to its silences and its surfaces. The king's withheld responses, the precise geography of each march, the recurrent images of stinging flies and solitary thought—these are the threads that bind the narrative together. The book does not argue a thesis; it presents a life through a series of sharply observed scenes. For those interested in how a medieval king was seen by his contemporaries, and how a twentieth-century historian chose to frame that seeing, this volume offers a distinctive, quietly crafted portrait.
Reading Kate Norgate’s portrait of Richard’s silences against the eloquent pleas around him, I found myself thinking of how memory itself is a quieter narrator—choosing gaps over speeches. Her careful unravelling of a life felt like turning pages in a private album. That same unhurried honesty lingers in The Puppet Show of Memory — Key Ideas to Explore, a book I returned to last week, and its gentle trust in what the past leaves unsaid.
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