This blog is to keep my readers updated about my forthcoming historical romance books and to tell you a little bit about the history behind each one. I hope you enjoy reading it and feel free to comment.
Saturday, 8 March 2014
My New Novel - The Scent of Roses
I entitled this novel The Scent of Roses, because it is set amid the Black Death of the fourteenth century. The plague has associations with roses because of the rose-like rash of the sufferer as well as being the origin of the nursery rhyme. It concerns a noblewoman, Lady Felice Sutton, the daughter of an impoverished earl. He is about to lose everything and their only hope of escaping penury is for Felice to marry advantageously. Lord Christopher is well known for his ruthless and violent nature, but when he offers to rescue her father in return for her hand in marriage, she agrees willingly. She is grateful and vows to make him a good wife, but his temperament and his distrust of women make it much more difficult than she had imagined to keep that vow. She wants to know why his first wife lies buried in a pauper's grave and why he still continues his affair with a peasant woman who has his children. This is a story of a woman trying desperately to find some goodness in a man who appears to have none to find.
You may or may not know, but the nursery rhyme "ring a ring of roses" was derived from the black death, as the disease began with a rose shaped rash, followed by sneezing as well as other more horrific symptoms such as gangrene causing the skin to turn black, white fur on the tongue of the victim and other things I do not wish to discuss!
It was also believed that holding a posy of flowers to ones nose would prevent contagion, hence 'a pocket full of posies' and 'all fall down' refers, of course, to the death. The black death arrived in England in 1348, having already decimated half of Europe. It killed over 2million people and was believed to have been spread by the fleas on black rats, which came to England on the trade ships.
ring a ring of roses,
A pocketful of posies
We all fall down
The great plague of London in 1665 has always been attributed to bubonic plague, which is the same disease, but there has been a lot of speculation over recent years and to whether the two plagues were, in fact, the same disease.
There were three forms of the plague - bubonic, which produced round, hard swellings in the groin and armpits, pneumonic, which affected the lungs and killed very quickly and septicaemic, which was arguably the worst as it had few symptoms, poisoning the blood surreptitiously.
Altogether a horrible disease, for which we thankfully today have a cure. Do not run away with the idea that it is strictly confined to the past though. When flying out of Mexico in 1989, there was a huge sign at Heathrow Airport warning travellers from India to consult their doctors immediately because of an outbreak of bubonic plague.
This is the first chapter of the book, which will be called The Scent of Roses. I hope you enjoy it.
promised to Lord Christopher," Felice repeated for the third time. She was
growing impatient now, having spent the last hour or so going over the same
ground, repeating the same argument."It
matters not how many times you declare your disapproval, how many unlikely
schemes you invent to lure me away.The
promises our fathers made can no longer be honoured.You have to accept that, Thomas, and wish me
Lindsay frowned and shook his head slowly, still reluctant to accept the
love me," he insisted.
never said that I love you," she argued with an impatient sigh.
pledged to each other from the cradle," he said."We have grown up knowing that one day
we would marry.Does that mean
not mean that I love you," she said."It means that at the time a prospective marriage between our two
families was advantageous.Things have
changed since then; your father broke the betrothal because I no longer have a
dowry and you do not have the means to save my father from his own folly.Lord Christopher does and he will keep his
word. It would disgrace him to see his wife's family degraded, or do you doubt
that he is a man of his word?"
said Thomas reluctantly. "I have heard that he is, in fact.But he has other reputations which are not so
noble.I am also suspicious as to why he
would part with so much of his wealth to marry you."
at him in astonishment.It was hard to
believe that all her life she had been content with the idea of marrying this
man, when he could make such a remark.He had gone down in her estimation this evening, to come here with his
meaningless schemes to persuade her to renege on her promise to marry a wealthy
and powerful man, when he had nothing better or even equal to offer in
return.If she had loved him, as he
seemed to believe, he would be causing her pain, but that did not seem to have
occurred to him.
"I am sure
you did not intend to insult me with that remark," Felice commented
archly."Is it so unbelievable that
a man might give a fortune to win my hand?"
man might; I most certainly might, but not him, not Lord Christopher.He is incapable of love."Thomas paused for a moment, looking hopefully
at her, while she studied his face carefully, wondering if he really believed
that."His first wife died in
childbirth and he did not respect her enough to give her a proper burial.She lies in a pauper's grave in the village
churchyard, no memorial stone, nothing to mark her passing but a rough, wooden
Felice felt her
heart sink, not only at this new tale but that Thomas would tell her such a
thing, especially if it should prove to be true.Surely she was better off not knowing.
come here tonight deliberately to frighten me?"She asked him.
"I came in
the hope of persuading you to run away with me.I can give you a comfortable life."
cannot pay my father's debts, you cannot restore my family's reputation,"
she argued."My father's creditors
have been kept at bay with the promise of this marriage, a promise made to them
by Lord Christopher himself.You are
asking me to force him to break his word, which I have heard he holds in high
regard.How do you expect he will react
reluctant to answer that question.She thought
it likely that he, too, was afraid of her future husband, along with many
others, although he would never admit it.
any other man, I would not be so concerned," Thomas persisted. "Besides,
they are your father's creditors, not yours,"
She shook her
head in dismay.
is dear to me," she said firmly, "as is my family's good name.You are not dear to me."
dear enough before," he muttered.
Her eyes held
his for a moment, while she cursed him for coming here and unsettling her like
this, for bringing her tales of her bridegroom of which she would rather have
remained in ignorance.
content with my marriage plans before tonight," she said sadly."I was even happy to be marrying a man
who was kind enough to help us.Indeed,
I was looking forward to making him a good wife, then you came here with tales
to frighten me.Now I know not what to
expect, now I am dreading what tomorrow may hold.I trust that satisfies you."
Lordship had the reputation of being callous and uncaring, but that could not
deter Felice. Her alternative was to
marry Thomas with no dowry to support her should he die, and to leave her
father to rot in debtor's prison. Lord Christopher was all that stood between
her family and ruin and she was only grateful that he had noticed her in time
to save them.
It was growing
dark in the small porch outside the house, and the autumn damp was closing in. She glanced down at the frayed hem of her
brocade gown and she pulled her fur lined cloak about her shoulders; only she
knew how worn and thin was the fur inside.This cloak had belonged to her mother and she had died ten years
ago.Felice had but one wish, and that
was for Thomas to go home and leave her in peace.
"You know no
more of him than I do," she said. "He is powerful and wealthy; that
is all either of us know about him.Anything else is mere rumour."
"His wife's poor grave in the village
churchyard is not rumour," he replied."Go, see for yourself.Her
name was Sonia and she should be resting in the family vault with her
predecessors, while instead she has the grave of the poorest peasant.And he is reputed to be a violent man,
controlled by his temper."
She had heard that herself and people
hereabouts did seem to fear him, but whatever his temperament or his character,
she had no choice.If she did not marry
him, her father would lose everything.
"Reputations are not always justified,"
she remarked hopefully.
"He is also reputed to keep a peasant
woman who has his children.I hope you
do not expect him to be faithful."
She looked sharply at Thomas, not sure
whether he was now inventing tales of his own.She had heard nothing of this peasant woman, but the news came as no
surprise and made no difference to her plans.Nothing could make a difference to her plans.
"I do not expect any man to be faithful,
Thomas," she said calmly."It
is not in their nature."
"I would be faithful to you,"
Thomas insisted."I love you. You
should not be bartering yourself for your father's sake.Let him sort out his own problems."
She stared at him with contempt.How could anybody be so ignorant as to make
such a stupid remark?Whatever Lord
Christopher's character might be, she was rather glad she would not be marrying
thought for one moment that you really did love me, I would feel sympathy for
you.But you are only annoyed that you
have lost a possession, like a small child with his favourite toy.My father's problems are my problems," she
said firmly."Lord Christopher will
save him from debtor's prison and by so doing will save the good name of my
family.That is well worth bartering
myself for, as you so elegantly put it."
not give up.I have spent my life
expecting you to be my bride."
tomorrow I will be Lord Christopher's bride and you must look elsewhere.I am sorry, Thomas, but this is the way it
has to be."
She got to her
feet to indicate that the meeting was at an end, then turned to face him.
leave me alone now, Thomas.Tomorrow I
will be the Countess of Waterford, and I intend to make Lord Christopher a good
and faithful wife.I shall be grateful
if you will respect that and leave me alone."
realised how cold you could be, Felice," he persisted."You do not even know this man, you have
never once spoken to him, but you accept that you will be his wife without a
qualm.You will spend tomorrow night in
his bed. It is no accident that half the countryside fear him; he must have
done something to earn that reputation."
needed him to tell her that.She knew
very well that he was a formidable and powerful man who struck terror into the
hearts of many, but all she could do was to be as good a wife as she could, and
hope he was not violent for violence sake.If he were, she was strong enough to live with it, strong enough to find
ways to appease him.
you say about him is true, it would not be safe for you to be seen with
"I am not
So typical.Thinking of himself as always.She knew nothing about the man she was to
wed, nothing whatever.All she knew were
rumours, usually spread by his enemies of which he seemed to have many.She should be afraid to marry such a man, but
she feared penury more. As she walked back to the door of her father's manor
house, she knew a little spark of gratitude for His Lordship.He was not only rescuing her father, he was
rescuing her from a marriage with a weak and selfish man who would put her
safety at risk to get his own way.
She turned back
to face him as she reached the door.
you suppose he will do to me if you continue to pursue me?" She said after
a few minutes thought. "Or does that not matter?"
servants brought the rose scented bathwater into her bedchamber in the morning,
she realised that this would be the last time she would awake in these familiar
surroundings.This bedchamber had been
hers since she was a small child and she had never slept anywhere else.Tonight she would sleep in Waterford castle, the home of Lord
Christopher; she would be his Countess and she could only hope that he would
treat her fairly.Thomas' tale about his
first wife and her pauper's grave made her shiver, but she could not afford to
was a frightening idea.She had never
spoken to Lord Christopher, only seen him from across a crowded marketplace and
for a few minutes when he came to arrange the marriage with her father.She had never spoken to him, had no idea what
manner of man he was, but tonight she was expected to share his bed and what
else she did not know.She was fairly
sure that babies were not made simply by sharing a bed with a man, but she
could not imagine what else one had to do.
Of course he
would want babies, sons.Why else would
a man like him marry?She still had no
idea why he had chosen her, but perhaps it was some perverse need to control
her father, Earl Sutton, who had squandered his fortune at thegaming tables and would face criminal charges
were it not for this earl who would pay off his debts and help him to begin
earning income from his estate once more.All that in return for the hand in marriage of his daughter.
Christopher could have any of the fine ladies who were available; he was an
important man who had the choice of many, so just why he had chosen Felice she
could not imagine.
She had made no
attempt to refuse this marriage.She had
agreed willingly when her father had told her of the offer and she had agreed
with a sigh of relief that they would not be turned out in the street after
Felice was a
proud woman, young though she was.She
knew her place in the world should be privileged and she could not avoid a
certain disappointment in her father for degrading her in the eyes of the
world, as well as in her own eyes.She
was a person who would always be true to herself, no matter what the world
threw at her, and she had made a pledge to herself that she would do her best
to make Lord Christopher a good wife.She would endure anything to do so, if the need arose, but she would
prefer to win him over, to elicit some affection from him, if that were
This day her
blonde hair shone and she smelled of roses, her favour perfume.There was a time when her father would send
for the flowers from Europe when they was out of season here in England, but no
more.Now he could not afford such
luxuries and she had not seen a fresh rose since the summer. The bathwater this morning had taken the last
of the dried flowers she had saved from then. She so wanted a bouquet of roses
for her wedding, but that was an extravagance too far.
Once dry, her
hair was brushed and dried before the fire and her servants proceeded to dress
her in the embroidered Chemise and white satin kirtle that Lord Christopher had
provided for her to wear. She tried to
resist the need to feel the cloth, to run her fingers over the fine fabric,
smell its newness after all this time of wearing patched up, tattered cloth,
but the temptation was too great.The
satin was smooth and soft to her touch, the chemise embroidered with delicate
little pink roses especially for her.
Over the kirtle
was a see through gown of cloth of gold which shimmered in the sunlight from
the window opening.Her father could not
even afford to provide her wedding clothes, and for that she was ashamed.But she bore no malice toward him. He had
always done his best for her, even after her mother's death when he failed to
tell her of the mess he was getting himself into.He had educated her, taught her to read,
which was not something most people could do, especially females.
If anything, on
closer scrutiny of Viscount Lindsay, she was grateful that she had the
opportunity to wed another man, even though she knew nothing about him.What she did know for certain was that men
did not get reputations like Lord Christopher's for being weak and cowardly.
beautiful, My Lady," said the one maidservant they still kept.She had no wages, only her bed and board, and
she stayed out of loyalty to Felice.Without her there would be no one.The servants who had brought her bath and helped with her hair and dress
had been sent by Lord Christopher, another shameful gift.
Lisa," she said softly. "You know I would really like you to come
with me.I shall ask Lord Christopher at
the first opportunity."
as though she felt a sudden chill.
very good of you, My Lady, but your father needs me."
"And?"Felice asked."There is more.Come; you
can tell me."
you every happiness with Lord Christopher, My Lady," Lisa replied pertly,
"but I am glad it is you who will share his bed tonight and not me."
laughed.So the rumours had found their
way into the servants' ears.It mattered
not.She was grateful, tremendously
grateful.She loved her father too much
to be anything else and she was only pleased she could do something to help
him.She would never show her father
anything but joy over this marriage.
known about Lord Christopher all her life, had seen him once across a market
place and thought him handsome.She had
heard tales of him, but she had never thought to think long about them.After all, he was nothing to her, just a
local earl and one who had more land and more power than her father.When she had been told of his offer of
marriage, she had been shocked at first recalling the rumours about him, but
when she had given it some thought, she had been delighted.Ruthless he may be but he was offering to
save her family, her father and she would always thank him for that.
She felt a lump
in her throat as she thought of the things that her bridegroom had provided,
things that should have been provided by her father.She could hardly wait to get to the church,
to take her vows before God and put her life of poverty behind her.She could hardly wait to restore her father's
pride and give him back his rightful place in the world.
There came a
gentle knock on the door and Lord Sutton stepped through.He wore a smile but she could see behind it,
see that he was holding on to a lump in his own throat.
beautiful," he whispered."You
look just like your dear mother on our wedding day.........except that she wore
the Sutton necklace which I no longer possess.You are the only possession I have left to give away, and I wish more
than anything I could give you to a worthier man."
earth do you mean?"She
protested."Lord Christopher is a
worthy man.He will make me a fine
husband and you will not have to worry any more."
She held out
her hand to him and he kissed it, then held on to it.
"I am so
sorry, Felice," he said ashamedly."I wanted to give you so much but you have been forced to break
your betrothal to the Viscount and marry this fearsome stranger to keep me from
the punishment I am owed."
she said, taking his arm, "I cannot tell what the future will hold for me
now, but if there is one thing about this arrangement for which I am grateful,
it is that I no longer have to marry Viscount Lindsay."
looked in surprise at his daughter.
you were fond of him," he commented.
I," she answered, "until last night, when he showed his true
colours.Do not fret about me,
Father.I am sure I will be perfectly
content with my new husband and my new home."She paused thoughtfully for a moment before
going on:"I can only hope that he
is perfectly content with his new wife."
"If he is
anything of a man, he will love you."
She took his
arm and they descended the stairs to the carriage that awaited, the carriage
sent by Lord Christopher.As her father
opened the door, she saw on the seat a beautiful bouquet of white roses,
wrapped up in cloth of gold, with a note from her bridegroom."Lovely
though these flowers may be, they cannot overshadow the beauty of my bride."
She gasped and
took up the flowers.Her eyes met her
father's to see that he was once more ashamed that he had not been able to
provide them, that it had been left to this stranger who was about to own them
have told him," she said softly."He could not have known about the roses unless you told him."
me if you had a particular jewel you preferred.I thought you would prefer the roses," he said."Was I right?"
She put her
arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
you were, Father.Thank you."
Lord Christopher," he replied."I did not think he believed me."
the short journey to the village church with a little smile on her lovely face
as she buried her face in the sweet and half forgotten scent of the roses.
There were a
lot of people inside the church, all standing and watching her arrive, watching
her father lead her to the altar to be given to this handsome man who was to be
her husband.He was so tall, Felice
barely came up to his chest, and he was resplendent in embroidered gold satin,
with a matching ermine lined hat covering his dark hair and a neatly trimmed
fluttered a little as reality presented itself at last.She seemed to have been in a little trance
since Lord Christopher had made his offer, not really believing that it would
come to pass.But here she was and as
her eyes met his, he gave her a smile that warmed her heart.
for the roses, My Lord," she whispered as the priest appeared before
them.He gave a little bow of his head
then the ceremony proceeded.She
understood no Latin, but neither did anyone else in the church, yet she knew
she was married at the end just the same.
As the newly
married couple walked slowly through the churchyard to the lychgate, to Lord
Christopher's waiting carriage, Felice gave a surreptitious glance to the edge
of the churchyard where the poor had their final resting places.There she saw a pile of earth covered with
grass and a wooden cross with only the words Sonia and her child.
So it was
true.Her new husband, her very wealthy
and important new husband, had buried his first wife in a pauper's grave with
no respect and no remorse.Her heart
sank.What was the story behind Sonia's
untimely death that her husband had done that to her, with no respect for her
memory, not even a thought for the opinions of his peers?Felice could not even imagine what crime she
had committed, but she hoped it was not because she had failed to give him a
healthy son and had not survived to try again.That would be callous in the extreme, but from what she had heard, he
was quite capable of such an act.
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