when christ and his saints slept by sharon kay penman

And so the survivors took center stage, Eleanor, her sons, Richard and John, and her daughter Joanna, wed in childhood to the King of Sicily, now a young and vulnerable widow. There was still too much of their story to be told. But the ending was really only Henry’s, a tragic one at Chinon Castle, betrayed by the son he’d loved the most. But she would not share his heart, and because he did not understand that, cracks began to appear in the foundation of a marriage that had once seemed blessed both by God and Dame Fortune.ĭevil’s Brood was to be the third book of the trilogy, the inevitable ending for a family torn asunder by ambitions and misunderstandings and unhealed wounds. Henry and Eleanor had seemed perfectly matched, “two high-flying hawks lusting after empires and each other.” The worldly Eleanor had never demanded physical fidelity it did not trouble her unduly that Rosamund shared Henry’s bed. The other snake was named Rosamund Clifford. When he arranged for Becket to become Archbishop of Canterbury, Henry brushed aside Becket’s misgivings about being able to serve both his king and his God, joking that “The Almighty and I will not be in contention for your immortal soul, Thomas.” He’d envisioned a partnership instead, he found himself at war with the Church, found an implacable foe in the man he’d loved like a brother. Thomas Becket was Henry’s chancellor and best friend-until he was not. In the next book, Time and Chance, we learn that there was a snake in their Angevin Eden, two of them, in fact.

I launched the “trilogy” with When Christ and his Saints Slept, which began with the sinking of the White Ship, the twelfth century’s version of the Titanic tragedy, and ended with Henry and Eleanor in triumph, “sure that the world, like the English crown, was theirs for the taking.” It is true I’d initially planned to do three books about the first Plantagenet king, Henry II, his equally famous queen, Eleanor of Aquitaine, and their notorious offspring, often called the Devil’s Brood. “Sharon is here to talk about her latest entry in her five-book trilogy about the Angevin dynasty.” That amused the audience and me, too.

When I did a reading for A King’s Ransom at my favorite book store, the Poisoned Pen in Scottsdale, AZ, this is how I was introduced by the owner, Barbara Peters, who is a good friend and has a keen sense of humor.

When christ and his saints slept by sharon kay penman