Praise for the author
ANNE
O’BRIEN
‘The characters are larger than life…and the author
a compulsive storyteller. A little fictional embroidery has been worked into history but the bones of the book are true.’
—Sunday Express
‘O’Brien has excellent control over the historical
material and a rich sense of characterisation, making for a fascinating and surprisingly female-focused look at one of the most turbulent periods of English history.’
—Publishers Weekly
‘Better than Philippa Gregory’
—The Bookseller
‘Anne O’Brien is fast becoming one of Britain’s most
popular and talented writers of medieval novels. Her in-depth knowledge and silky skills with the pen help to bring the past to life and put the focus firmly on some of history’s most fascinating characters.’
—Pam Norfolk, Lancashire Evening Post
‘Anne O’Brien is definitely an author to watch for
historical fiction fans and I look forward to reading more of her work in the future.’
—One More Page…
‘Ms O’Brien’s prose is smooth and uncomplicated.
Her characters’ speech is not overburdened with archaic expressions, yet still evokes the time period. She has obviously done a good deal of research and it makes this story pleasurable to someone like myself, who loves all things medieval…’
—Cynthia Robertson, Literarydaze
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ANNE O’BRIEN taught history in the East Riding of Yorkshire before deciding to fulfil an ambition to write historical fiction. She now lives in an eighteenth-century timbered cottage with her husband in the Welsh Marches, a wild, beautiful place renowned for its black-and-white timbered houses, ruined castles and priories and magnificent churches. Steeped in history, famous people and bloody deeds, as well as ghosts and folklore, the Marches provide inspiration for her interest in medieval England.
Visit her at www.anneobrienbooks.com
This is a work of fiction. References to historical events, real people or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises II B.V./S.à.r.l. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher.
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HQ is an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
Published in Great Britain 2013
HQ 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
© Anne O’Brien 2013
eISBN 978-1-472-01023-0
Version: 2018-07-18
To George, as ever, whose knowledge of English
medieval history is improving in leaps and bounds
All my thanks to my agent, Jane Judd, whose support for me
and the courageous women of the Middle Ages continues to be invaluable.
To Jenny Hutton and all the staff at HQ, without whose
guidance and commitment the real Katherine de Valois would never have emerged from the mists of the past.
To Helen Bowden and all at Orphans Press without whom
my website would not exist, and who come to my rescue to create professional masterpieces out of my genealogy and maps.
‘You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.’
King Henry to Katherine: Shakespeare’s Henry V
‘[a woman] unable to curb fully her carnal passions’
Contemporary comment on Katherine de Valois: J. A. Giles, ed., Incerti scriptoris chronicon Angliae de regnis trium regum Lancastrensium (1848)
It was in the Hôtel de St Pol in Paris, where I was born, that I chased my sister through the rooms of the palace, shrieking like some demented creature in torment. Michelle ran, agile as a hare pursued by a pack of hounds, and because of her advantage of years I was not catching her. She leapt up the great staircase and along a deserted gallery into an antechamber, where she tried to slam the door against me. There was no one to witness our clamorous, unedifying rampage.