Showing posts with label The Harlot's Daughter. Show all posts
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30 August 2009

Guest Author: Blythe Gifford

This week we welcome back Blythe Gifford as she celebrates the release of IN The MASTER'S BED from the Harlequin Historical line. Those of you who visit Unusual Historicals regularly, you'll recognize her as the author of INNOCENCE UNVEILED, set in medieval Flanders, and THE HARLOT'S DAUGHTER, inspired by the illegitimate daughter of the king of England and his notorious mistress.

And, you'll remember that she is coming on board as a regular contributor to Unusual Historicals. So a double welcome Blythe!

Disguised as a man in a place where women are forbidden, Jane de Weston meets a man who, for the first time, makes her want to be a woman. But what will happen when she'd discovered and he finds her IN THE MASTER'S BED?
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You've come back to medieval England for this story, so what makes it unusual?

It takes place in a medieval university, Cambridge, (or Cantebregge, to be historically correct) and I don't know of many romances that have used that setting. (Readers, correct me if I err!) Susanna Gregory set a series of mysteries there, however. And Keena Kincaid's ART OF LOVE is set in the abbey schools that eventually became the University of Paris, but roughly two hundred years earlier than my story.

How did you decide on a university setting?

Those who read THE HARLOT'S DAUGHTER--though you don't need to have read it to enjoy this story--may recall that the harlot's other daughter, Jane, was already what we would call a "tomboy." She had studied a little Latin, so I always knew that in her story, she would run away, dressed as a lad, to make a life for herself that was very different than her beautiful sister's. A university was the ideal answer.

Why Cambridge instead of Oxford?

I had originally planned for Jane to go to Oxford, but I weave real people and events into my stories, and when I discovered that Parliament met in Cambridge the year my story was set, everything fell into place. The visit of Parliament and King Richard II play an important role in the story.

You've told us a little about your heroine. How about your hero?

Duncan is a master at Cambridge, so an accomplished man, but he's far from the stereotypical scholar. He values the body as well as the mind. And he plays the guitar, or the medieval equivalent, the gittern.

His home is near the Scottish border, in northeastern England, and in those days, that was considered a land of barbarians. So Duncan has a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He's had to prove himself to all comers at Cambridge. And he has.

Any "Easter Eggs" in the book, that is, hidden surprises for your readers?

Well, this is my fourth published work to take place in the 14th century, and somehow, Geoffrey Chaucer has snuck into almost every one. In his Canterbury Tales, "The Reeves Tale" is the story of two Cambridge clerks from "Soler Halle," which was thought to be stand for King's Hall, or King's College, or Garret Hostel, depending on which scholar you believe. I adopted that as the name for my hostel, calling it Solar Hostel.

What did you learn about the medieval university?

More than I could incorporate in the story! When I started researching medieval higher education, I was struck by how different it was from what we know today. By the end of the fourteenth century, when I set IN THE MASTER'S BED, the university was no longer only for monks, but it was still for a special few--all of them men. Women were forbidden in the classrooms and the living quarters, even to do laundry.

While I set my story at Cambridge University, what I learned largely applied to Oxford or any of the institutions on the continent.

So tell us what was so different about it?

Here are some things that seem strange to us today:
**A young man could go to University at age 14 or 15. If he completed the most advanced degree, theology, he could very well be there until age 30.
**Latin was the universal language of education, so an educated man could travel from Italy to Paris to England and still communicate with his fellows. And when I say language, I mean that they spoke Latin to each other.
**The list of topics studied was short. The seven "liberal arts" were the trivium (think trivia) of grammar, dialectic, and rhetoric, followed by the quadrivium of music, arithmetic, geometry, and astronomy.
**Books were scarce. Often, the classes consisted of a master reading aloud from a required text.

That doesn't sound much like higher education today!

It seems like a foreign world, but the more I read, the more university life in the 14th century sounded suspiciously like that in the 21st:
**Those young men who attended were not the nobility, knights, nor peasants. They were the sons of the newly emerging middle (merchant) class, hoping that education would help them advance in a career, typically in administration at the king's court.
**Sometimes they had a career goal, but as time went on, they attended more for social polish and general cachet. As many as 80% attended without ever completing a degree.
**For those who went on to a higher degree, the top choices were law, medicine, and theology.
**An initiation hazing ritual had to be endured in order for a beanus (freshman) to be accepted into the university "tribe." The word later became "beanie" and applied to the freshman headgear required on college campuses as late as the 1960s.
**Students wrote home begging for money. There were even guidebooks with sample letters, telling them how to do it!
**Drinking was rampant. As Hastings Rashdall put it in The University of Europe in the Middle Ages, "no important events of life could be got through without drinking." To stand a round for one's fellows was the common reward, or punishment, for a variety of events, from obtaining one's degree to losing a bet.
**Colleges continually tried to prohibit loud singing and playing of music, dancing in the streets (men dancing--no women involved) and dramatics. Most of these, of course, were the result of the aforementioned drinking. The regularity of these pronouncements suggested their ineffectiveness.

As I learned all this, I became much more comfortable creating my story in the world of the medieval university. Human nature, particularly the human nature of young men living in groups, is still recognizable seven hundred years later. I really enjoyed throwing my hero and heroine together in this challenging world. And, of course, letting them find a happy ending!

Thanks for joining us today. You're offering a prize for a lucky commenter, right?

Yes, indeed. I'll be giving away a copy of IN The MASTER'S BED to someone who leaves a comment. And I invite readers to check out my website. I'm embarked on the "Blog Until You Drop" tour and I'd love to have readers join me along the way--and, of course, to sign up for my e-list.

And you'll be back here next month.

Right. I'll be posting on Scandals on September, telling more about that "notorious mistress" who is the mother of both Solay and Jane: Alice Perrers.

Captions: A gittern (public domain); Pembroke College, a 14th century gatehouse (public domain); and a photo of the River Cam and willow trees, similar to those Jane and Duncan sat under (Cruccone).

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You heard it here! Leave a comment or question and you'll be entered for a chance to win a copy of IN THE MASTER'S BED. Void where prohibited. I'll draw the winner next Sunday. Good luck, and thanks again to Blythe for stopping by!

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27 August 2009

Excerpt Thursday: Blythe Gifford

This week on Excerpt Thursday we're featuring a snippet from new contributor and Harlequin Historicals author Blythe Gifford's September release, IN THE MASTER'S BED. It's available now! Set 14th century Cambridge University, this is a companion work to The HARLOT'S DAUGHTER, which reveals the story of Jane, the other daughter of the King of England and his notorious mistress.

Join us Sunday when Blythe will be stopping by to answer questions and give away a copy of this sexy new historical!

To live the life of independence she craves, Jane de Weston disguises herself as a young man. She doesn't foresee her attraction to Duncan, who stirs unknown but delightful sensations in her highly receptive, very feminine body.

When Duncan accidentally discovers her true identity he knows he should send her away--but he agrees to keep her secret! For Jane brings light into the dark corners of his heart, and Duncan fully intends to teach his willing pupil the exquisite pleasures of being a woman!
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About the excerpt: Cambridge, 1388. Duncan, master in Solar Hostel, met "John" on the road and has agreed to take on the young scholar, whose Latin still needs work...

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Jane woke, snug on a warm, dry, pallet, and sighed with delight.

Normally, the hostel would have been full of men, every room shared, but the term's start was still days away. She had a chance at privacy she would not see again to rewrap her breasts and relieve herself without fear.

What she really wanted was a bath, but that would be quick, cold, and risky.

She said her prayers for Solay and her mother and started downstairs. She would spend the day reading, she decided. The hostel had a few volumes that would afford her good Latin practice.

But at the bottom of the stairs, Duncan handed her a pile of tunics and hose. "Wash these."

She crossed her arms, not touching the garments in his hands. "Laundry's no work for a man." Nor for the child of a king.

"For a poor orphan, you've elevated expectations." Duncan dropped the clothes on the floor at her feet. "I told you you'd have to work for your lessons. Now do as I say."

"I want to talk to the principal," she said, lifting her chin. A man in power wouldn't make her do such menial tasks. "Who's responsible for this hostel?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows and looked at her aslant. "I am."

She swallowed, grateful that her blunder had made him chuckle instead of roar. From the first, this man had been nothing that she'd expected.

She tried not to think about how many ways she had insulted him already. "And you don't have laundry women?"

"We don't waste money sending out the wash. And it's the gaol for any women found within these walls, laundress or lady."

Gaol. She stooped to gather the pile, shuddering. She was at this man's mercy in a world beyond woman. She'd have no one to turn to, no one to confide in, and no protection if she were discovered.

"And wash your own clothes, while you're about it," he said, leaving her to grapple with the laundry. "You smell of the stables."

As she grudgingly heated the water to fill the washtub, she savored his words and allowed herself a secret smile. No women allowed, yet here she was. She had cracked their kingdom and they didn't even know.

And yet she was still doing women's work.

The thought lingered as she set up the tub in a sunny corner of the yard. She started to throw the garments into the water, but the coarse linen lingered in her hand, warm and alive with the smell of his body and his days on the road. She buried her nose in the fabric and breathed his scent until she sat behind him on the horse again, felt him nestled between her spread legs.

The memory made something within her run soft and wet.

She dropped the shirts in the hot water as quickly as she dropped the thought. What would Duncan think if he saw "John" with his nose buried in another man's shirt?

She plunged her arms into the wash water, the damp heat taking her back to the birthing room. What had happened to Solay? The babe must have been born days ago. Something weighed heavy in her chest, reminding her of what she had lost. She would never see her family again, never even know if they were safe.

She sent up a prayer for them as she swirled, scrubbed and pounded the clothes, then wrung out the rough linen, and stretched his shirts and braies on the grass beside hers.

The water, still warm, beckoned. Her skin ached to be clean. She had dipped her hands in the Cam River once or twice, but after she saw a dead sheep float by, she did not touch the water again.

She looked over her shoulder. She was in a secluded corner, shielded by the wall around the property and the vines which had grown up during the summer. She might not have such an opportunity again.

She skinned off her chausses and stepped into the tub, closing her eyes to savor the feel of the leftover water swirling into her hidden crevices, washing away the dust of the road and the stables.

Her tunic floated atop the water, hiding everything below. She snuggled lower with a satisfied sigh. Just a moment. She would take just a moment's ease.

Are ya still breathing?

A harsh question Duncan had asked. And a harsh man, when his eyes carried anger's thunder.

He had offered his help, so she expected that as soon as she asked, he would take "John" as a student. If she had known she'd be working as a servant and relegated to studying Latin again, she might never have risked being so near him and his all too perceptive gray eyes.

She told him how hard she had tried. She explained how unfair and difficult it all was. But all he could say was Are ya still breathing?

He was no more understanding than the rest of the masters he had met. Well, when she was a clerk to the King, he'd be sorry he was so rude. In fact, since the King was coming to Cambridge, she would introduce herself. The King might even--

"Little John! What are ya doing in that tub?"

Excerpt from IN The MASTER'S BED Copyright © 2009 by Wendy Blythe Gifford. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and T are trademarks of Harlequin Enterprises Limited and/or its affiliated companies, used under license.