This Battle was one of slog, terrible bloody slog!

Man after man died a death unworthy for even a dog!

The afternoon brought a mass bloodletting stalemate. Thousands of men on both sides died that afternoon never knowing if their sacrifice was in vain or not.

Death in the afternoon!

Came to the brave, the clever and to the unintelligent goon!

Which side would carry the day? That would not be known until evening came. And so it continued, a gigantic bloody throng of men with metal swinging back and forth, the agonising cries of the injured punctuating the air. Many wounded fellows calling for help, but knowing full well that none would come. Only death with its accompanying pain would give them relief from their terrible agonies.

The driving sleet which stung their eyes and greatly affected their sight!

Their hearing distorted by the clash of steel on steel and the howls of strong men in pain as they fought with all their might! 

Those still standing were unaware if the sodden mess beneath their feet was sleet covered soil, or the blood and tissue of those already killed. Most likely a ghastly, slippery white and red mixture of both. A truly living and dying hell on freezing cold, bloodsoaked earth.

The ground of the battlefield was littered  with a truly horrible stew!

An ankle high covering of blood, bones and guts from the many, not just a few!

Richard Neville the earl of Warwick stoutly stood his ground for the Yorkist side but he knew only too well that it was touch and go.

Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick.

As darkness began to fall, the turning point came. The Yorkists received reinforcements who inflicted serious damage on the Lancastrians, forcing them to concede ground. Also the Yorkist archers maintained a murderous fusillade of arrows which caused havoc in the Lancastrian ranks. The Lancastrians knew they were defeated and began to flee the field. However, fleeing disaster was easier said than done. Further horror awaited them in their hour of defeat.

The Lancastrian’s only means of escape was to cross the bridge over the stream known as Cock Beck. In their rush to escape, many Lancastrians slipped on the snow covered banks of Cock Beck and plunged into its icy waters.

The river of Cock Bec which became the watery cemetery for so many Lancastrian soldiers.

The Yorkists too, were making for the bridge in an attempt to head off the defeated Lancastrians. The two sides met on the simple wooden bridge which was not built to sustain the weight of so many men. So the inevitable happened, the bridge collapsed sending men of both sides into the freezing depths of Cock Bec. The stream was packed tightly with the bodies of living, dying and dead soldiers. So much so that their crammed bodies and corpses would act as a bridge for the pursuing Yorkists. The hooves of the horses battering the bodies of both Lancastrians and Yorkists and pummeling them further down into the icy hell of a deep Yorkshire stream. Their shed blood mingling together, turning the clear frigid water into the colour red.

A bridge of skin, bone and blood!

All stuck together in the icy red flood!

T’was a terrible sight, men struggling to break free of the fast flowing current, their voices but howls of despair. But no matter,the victorious Yorkists must have said, the day is ours.

Men, both Lancastrian and Yorkists so brave!

Were consigned to a horrible watery grave!

The Yorkists had achieved a great victory but it was an expensive one.

 

‘My dear Queen Margaret, Richard, Duke of York may now be dead!

But he has a son, Edward, who will fight the Yorkist cause in his father’s stead!

On March 4th 1461, Edward of York was proclaimed king as Edward IV. England now had two kings, a source, no doubt of great anxiety to much of the populace. To King Henry VI, the matter was but a trifle, he was now so mentally withdrawn that this disturbing fact did not register with him in his distracted state.

Of we kings, there are two!

Who is the rightful monarch? Me or you?

There was no doubt in Edward of York’s mind as to who was the rightful monarch. However, the country was divided. The north backed the Lancastrians and the south supported the Yorkists.

The country is split into a north-south divide!

The north support the Lancastrian king, Henry VI, the south backed Edward on the Yorkist side!

Edward IV intent on wiping out Lancastrian opposition, northwards does take a ride!

What does this mean?

Under these most unusual circumstances, the only solution to the uncertainty was military victory. One side would have to decisively defeat the other on the field of battle.

The Battle of Towton.

The Battle of Towton would prove to be probably the bloodiest and longest battle ever to be fought in England. The two armies combined numbered between 50,000 to 65, 000 soldiers. Towton was a long, bitter slog war of attrition,which for much of the duration, no side appeared to be gaining the upper hand. It has been estimated that the death toll was some 28,000 men. Due to the horrific carnage wrought there, the battlefield was referred to as the ‘Bloody Meadow.’

Edward arrived at Pontefract castle in Yorkshire the day before Palm Sunday, March 29th.

‘A day in the Bloody Meadow.’

Hostilities commenced the next morning in the midst of a huge snowstorm. This slaughter would be known as the Battle of Towton.

This proved to be a decisive victory for the Yorkists. The outcome was due in no small part to the weather, which aided the Yorkists but hampered the efforts of the Lancastrians. Another factor was the leadership of Edward IV. Although only a fledging of eighteen years he proved himself a most competent commander.

The Lancastrian archers found themselves in a position where they were forced to discharge their arrows against the strong wind. This meant that their volleys, slowed by the wind, failed to reach as far as the Yorkist ranks.

King Edward might have said that his best commander was the weather!

Due to the direction of the icy strong wind, the Lancastrian arrow was of much use as a feather!

As the Lancastrian arrows landed harmlessly in front of the Yorkist ranks, the soldiers gathered them up for ammunition to fire back at the Lancastrians. Yes, the Lancastrians were now being killed by their own arrows.

Return to sender! Return to sender!

Position well known! 

It’s great to hear those horrible Lancastrians grown

Later, the battle moved to dreadful hand to hand combat.

The two armies enveloped in smothering thick snow!

Twas King Edward who proved himself to be the man in the know!

Edward showed himself to be very much a hands on, resourceful commander. Showing great courage he moved amongst his men, giving orders and shouting words of encouragement. He remembered how his father and brother had died at Lancastrian hands and wished to return the dreadful compliment with heartfelt relish. The tale of his father’s head being paraded around to Lancastrian jeers and sneers drove him to tears of both anger and sadness. He had to exorcise the terrible memory, and the only avenue available was blood revenge.

You placed my father’s head upon a pole on which you all did spit!

For your actions I will see to it that you are all buried together in one great pit!

True to his word, Edward did exactly that.

 

‘You ask what is my most earnest and sincere goal?

‘Tis to have the Duke of York’s severed head placed high upon a pole!’

Then upon his traitorous head we will place a paper crown!

Thus having been duly crowned, he will wear no smile, but instead a deadly frown!’

 

So sayeth Margaret of Anjou, Queen of England.

Queen Margaret of England

 

The Queen did not have to wait long for her revenge on the Duke of York.

Round 4: The Battle of Wakefield, December 30th, 1460.

A Lancastrian army engaged the Duke of York at Wakefield in Yorkshire. The battle was keenly watched by the Queen and her son, Edward. The Yorkists were defeated.

Result: A major Lancastrian victory.

The Queen and Prince Edward watch the battle.

‘Of this battle dear son, you are the most interested spectator!

See how victory and justice has come to us sooner, rather than later!’

Learning of her victory, and that York had been killed, the Queen could hardly contain her delight. Of course this was royal business, but it was also personal, very personal. She now issued her instructions:

‘From Richard of York’s lifeless body, his traitorous head, you must tear!

He has long sought England’s jewelled crown, but now it is a paper one that he will wear!’

The Queen was granted her greatest wish. Richard, Duke of York’s corpse, was  beheaded and then mounted high on a pole. Upon his severed head, Lancastrian soldiers, as they had been ordered, placed a paper crown.

Round 5: The second Battle of St Albans February 17th, 1461.

Margaret, greatly heartened by her victory at Wakefield and the death of York, marched south with a view to taking London. Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, rode out of the capital with a Yorkist army to engage Margaret.

Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick.

Warwick decided to take the captive Henry VI with him. Perhaps he thought that when Margaret realised that her husband, the king, was actually in the Yorkist camp she would lose heart and beat a hasty retreat.

‘When Queen Margaret learns that we have the king here in tow!

She will become distressed, and with her forces, retreat and northwards go!’

If this is what Warwick was thinking, he was badly mistaken. When the two armies met at St Albans on February 17th, Margaret urged her Lancastrian army forward with gusto.

The Second Battle of St Albans.

Inflicting heavy casualties upon the Yorkists, the Lancastrians drove the enemy from the field. The king was found nearby, sitting under a tree and singing to himself.

‘The king was found under a tree, singing softly as he sat!

As for the savage sights and sounds of the battle, not an eyelid did he bat!’

Result: A resounding Lancastrian victory.

Margaret had removed the obstacle preventing her from reaching London. With Henry at her side, the Queen smiling broadly, rode up to the city gates.

‘Oh! Oh! The joy of once again, seeing London town!

But soon Margaret’s smile turned into a frown!

However, the Londoners had heard bloodcurdling stories of the rapacious conduct of the Lancastrian soldiers and refused to open the city gates to them.

Queen Margaret, your men had proceeded to pillage

Every hamlet, town and village!

The Queen had no choice but to turn and ride northwards. Margaret was later to learn that when another of royal blood approached the gates of London, he was accorded a most warm welcome.

‘Queen Margaret, you may have rid yourself of one Duke of York!

But he had a son, Edward, who with great fanfare, through London’s gates would walk!’

With Queen Margaret’s retreat, Edward saw his chance. On February 27th, the eighteen year old Edward of York entered the gates of London, the citizens applauding him as a conquering hero.

‘He was York’s favourite son, was Duke Dick!

Now it looked like he was becoming the national pick!’

However, York had a formidable adversary in the Queen, Margaret of Anjou. She was convinced that York was planning to secure the throne for himself. This was something that Queen Margaret would oppose with every fibre of her being. The Queen was determined that her infant son, Prince Edward would succeed his father, the emotionally fragile Henry VI.

Margaret of Anjou.

‘My son, the Prince Edward will inherit his father’s regal role!

To this noble endeavour, I hereby pledge my heart and soul!’

As a precaution Queen Margaret persuaded Henry to move the court from London, which was Yorkist in its sympathies, to Coventry, which was close to the Lancastrian heartlands. For all practical purposes the Queen was the reigning sovereign as Henry’s mental state continued to deteriorate. In March 1458, a Mass of reconciliation between the Lancastrians and Yorkists was held at St Pauls Cathedral in London. It was entitled a ‘loveday’, and characteristically, it was the idea of the king.

Henry VI, present in body, but barely in mind, presides over what remains of his court.

As both factions entered the Cathedral, they were led by the Queen and the Duke of York who proceeded hand in hand. However, this mood of love and reconciliation was not to endure.

‘Queen Margaret and Richard of York walked into the House of God holding hands!

Despite the smiles of all those present, rancour ran rife amongst their respective loyal bands!’

Conflict was not long in coming.  The Queen had been preparing for war for quite some time. There followed a series of battles, beginning with the Battle of Blore Heath at Market Drayton, Shropshire in September 1459.

Round 2: The battle of Blore Heath, September 23rd 1459.

The Battle of Blore Heath.

Result: A Yorkist victory.

 

 Round 3: The Battle of Ludlow Bridge, October 12th 1459.

The Lancastrians were not long in making the score even at the Battle of Ludford Bridge, also in Shropshire the following month.

The Battle of Ludlow Bridge.

 

Result: A Lancastrian victory.

 

Round 3: The Battle of Northampton, July 10th 1460. 

This was a most humiliating defeat for the House of Lancaster, King Henry was taken captive. This relatively small scale military engagement had important consequences and York intended to press his advantage.

 

Result: A major Yorkist victory.

The king’s mental health meant that he could no longer function effectively and York demanded that he become the monarch in Henry’s place.

‘Tis clear that the king has lost all sense of reason!

I will be your king for this, and every one of, the four seasons!’

This was too much for the House of Lords as Henry, whatever his mental state, was still the anointed king. It was agreed that York would become king in the event of Henry’s abdication or death.

This of course meant that Henry’s own son, Edward the Prince of Wales had been disinherited. Queen Margaret’ fury knew no limits, her hatred of York reaching boiling point. Having once taken York’s hand in friendship, she now set about seeking his head in order to it place upon a pole.

 

 

 

‘At the king’s lamentable performance as monarch, the whole of England did frown!

With most of England’s French possessions lost, Henry suffered an enormous physical and mental breakdown!’

Although Cade’s rebellion had been put down and the leaders executed, further trouble was on its way. By the summer of 1453, all of England’s French lands, save Calais, had been lost. The news struck Henry in the manner of a thunderbolt, and left him an emotional and mental wreck. But, there were glad tidings that autumn as the Queen was delivered of a baby boy and thus a royal heir, named Edward. However, the king was in a terrible condition and a worried parliament appointed Richard, Duke of York as regent to rule in the king’s name. This would be York’s first protectorate.

‘Richard, Duke of York!

You are the man, who can walk the walk!

And spout the regal, royal talk!’

 

Richard, the third Duke of York.

The King recovers!

Come Christmas 1453, Henry had recovered his emotional and mental composure, thus ending York’s protectorate. York was now out of the power loop. The king now placed his trust in Edmund Beaufort 2nd Duke of Somerset. York was enraged at his banishment from court and Somerset’s elevation to the inner circle.

‘Richard, Duke of York was furious at his dismissal from power at court!

He concentrated his fury at the 2nd Duke of Somerset, Edmund Beaufort!’

The Duke of Somerset banishes Richard of York from the king’s presence.

The Duke of York and the Duke of Somerset were bitter enemies, and this enmity would precipitate the dreadful conflict known as the Wars of the Roses. England’s nobility now split into two factions. Those who supported the Duke of York were known as Yorkists and the supporters of the Duke of Somerset were referred to as Lancastrians.

The of the Roses, the Red Rose of Lancaster and the White Rose of York had begun.

Round 1 The Battle of St Albans – The opening salvo of the Wars of the Roses.

In May 1455, a great Council was to be held at Leicester led by the king, with Somerset at his side. Sensing danger at what he perceived as Somerset’s scheming, York decided to intercept the royal party en-route at St Albans. He wished to detach the Duke of Somerset from the king with a view to restoring himself to his former position.

Of course, detaching the Duke from the side of King Henry meant the detachment of Somerset’s head from his body, something that the king would not agree to. It was this disagreement that led to the first armed conflict of the long running military saga known as the War of the Roses.

At St Albans on May 22nd, York’s forces, and those of the king clashed at St Albans.

Result : A Yorkist victory.

The skirmish in which a mere 75 men were killed, was a decisive victory for the Yorkists. Somerset was killed and the king, who had taken refuge in a tanner’s cottage, was now effectively in Yorkist custody. Richard of York was jubilant as he escorted King Henry VI back to London.

‘The sun on Somerset’s ambitions of power, at St Albans had indeed set!

Many considered that rule by Richard of York was now the surest bet!’

As he journeyed south, the Duke of York considered himself solidly back on the path to power.

Henry VI

It was 1437 and Henry had decided, at the age of fifteen, to take the reins of royal power. He was still smarting at his mother’s incredibly unwise dalliance with Owen Tudor.

‘Oh Queen Catherine, my most dearest mama!

Your antics with Owen Tudor caused the entire realm to laugh, and cry ha-ha!

Dear mother, I shall miss you greatly, although I am now almost a man grown!

But I could not bear to have that ghastly Welshman, Tudor anywhere near me whilst I sit on my throne!’

However, his mother was dead, and weighty matters awaited the young king’s attention. The situation in France had deteriorated with Charles VII having taken Paris in 1436 and Normandy falling increasingly under threat. Henry, who resembled his military orientated father Henry V in no way whatsoever, was inclined to favour a peaceful resolution of the French question. Old king Hal must have been turning in his tomb!

Henry V

‘Dad, to give us both our rightful due!

You ain’t me and I ain’t you!’

The king was a pious soul, preoccupied with learning, so he established a number of educational institutions such as Eton. He was horrified at the news of bloodshed in France and wanted it ended. He took the view that the time was right for peace and a truce was arranged with Charles VII in 1444. As part of the deal, Henry was to marry Margaret of Anjou, the King of France’s niece.

The marriage of King Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou.

‘The way to stop the war in France and get a piece of much needed peace!

Is to marry pretty Margaret of Anjou, the French king’s niece!’

Oh well, why not, the king was an age at which to marry. The marriage took place in the spring of 1445, Margaret was 15 and Henry, 23. Margaret was a forceful, somewhat devious character, the polar opposite of her new husband.

‘King Henry, one of the gentlest creatures ever to the throne, born!

Queen Margaret possessed talons as sharp as any thorn!

This was a happy time as the king’s subjects welcomed the union and the prospect of an heir to the throne. It also appeared that peace with France had now been finalised.

The situation in France goes from bad to worse.

However, the pleasant interlude was to be brief, as storm clouds were gathering on the horizon. The English people were really quite disturbed that part of the peace treaty involved England ceding Maine to the French. What was this? The big give away?  Pretty soon much of Normandy was overrun by the French and by 1451 they had grabbed Gascony as well!

‘Bringing it all back home!

In Kent, did trouble quickly grow and greatly roam!’

The Kentish economy depended largely on its maritime commerce. However, this had been adversely affected by the situation in France. Also French marauders, without the English navy to stop them, were now attacking England’s southern coastline and causing havoc. This, combined with high taxation and accusations of corruption at court, confirmed in many minds that the country was without an effective government. This was the cause of an uprising beginning in Kent which would be known as Cade’s Rebellion. Henry was fast losing control!

‘The rebels of Kent were led by an Irishman, one Jack Cade!

They entered London and much destruction and slaughter was made!’

When the rebels marched to London and ransacked the city in June, Henry fled the city and sought sanctuary in the midlands.

‘As the rebels advanced on the city, the king ran away!

Leaving the people of London to stand alone and save the day!

Eventually the rebellion was defeated, but the king had played no part in reasserting royal authority. The people had expected leadership in the hour of crisis, but Henry had shown them only fear and abject cowardice.

 

 

 

King Henry VI of England looking every inch the mild mannered simpleton that he was.

When Joan of Arc was executed at Rouen in May 1431, Henry VI was but nine years of age. The Maid might be gone, but the prospect of a France ruled by the English crown was very far from becoming a reality. In 1435, England’s great allies the Burgundians, withdrew from the alliance when Duke Philip of Burgundy decided to back King Charles VII of France. It was a hefty blow and one that Henry took very personally. The 13 year old monarch wept uncontrollably when he heard the news and this betrayal haunted him for the rest of his life.

‘Oh dear Duke Philip, your betrayal of me is one so dreadfully cruel!

I trusted you as a faithful friend and now I feel such a wretched fool!’

Henry’s father, the illustrious warrior Henry V, had charged his three brothers with the care of the young king. However, in 1437 aged fifteen, Henry decided that he was able to make his own decisions. His mother, Catherine of Valois had died in January and a royal scandal was uncovered.

The dreadful scandal of Queen Catherine and Owen Tudor.

Henry’s mother, Catherine of Valois had scandalised the nation when it was discovered that she was having an affair with a lowly born Welsh commander, Owen Tudor.

‘Who ever heard of a Queen taking a common soldier to her bed!

The king’s mother has taken leave of her senses, she has clearly lost her head!’

Owen Tudor

For someone of regal birth to become romantically involved with a person so beneath their own social station, was a terrible scandal. The young king would flush with embarrassment whenever anyone mentioned the Queen or her lover.

‘Queen  Catherine had granted her affections to a Welsh soldier of low birth!

To the royal family it was a source of  great shame, to others, a cause for sniggering mirth!’

Catherine was the widow of the great Henry V. What was she thinking of by becoming entangled with this Welshman of base birth? Owen and the Queen had four children together. The Duke of Gloucester was outraged and he had Tudor jailed, while Catherine was to be enclosed in a religious house. Obviously, the young king must have been greatly embarrassed by the sordid episode, but the matter abated when Catherine died early in 1437 at an abbey in Bermondsey.

Bermondsey Abbey,

With the Burgundians having deserted the English cause in France and his mother’s outrageous behaviour with Owen Tudor, Henry’s rule had not had an auspicious beginning. Would things improve?

The 23rd of May 1430 saw the end of Joan’s illustrious military career.

‘At Compiegne in the heat of battle, Joan was thrown from her saddle!

Captured by the Burgundians, was she now up the creek without a paddle?

Joan was now the prisoner of the commander of the forces, Jean de Luxembourg.  At this point Joan, who considered herself to be a soldier, expected to be ransomed and returned to the service of King Charles VII. Nevertheless, she made a number of unsuccessful attempts to escape.

‘Now in captivity, Joan expected to be freed after the payment of a ransom!

Of course, the price for the return of such a prize, would be a sum most handsome!’

However, this was not to be. The English were determined to lay their hands on the Maid. Joan was indeed ransomed, but not back to the loyal people of France! In November the Burgundians sold Joan to the English for 10,000 livres.

‘Blood money! English money for Joan’s flesh and blood!

The tears of  the loyal French poured down their cheeks in a flood!’

The Maid was transported to Rouen for trial on many charges, including murder and dressing as a man.

‘But what was the attitude of Charles VII, the king?

In his mind, did not a multitude of alarm bells ring?’

Clearly, the king was greatly disturbed but what could he do? Charles knew full well that the English would never hand Joan back no matter what ransom they were offered. She had humiliated them on the field of battle and for that she had to die. Joan was to be tried by the Church and the presiding judge was to be Pierre Cauchon, Bishop of Beauvais.

The trial of Joan of Arc.

Her trial began on February 21st 1431 in Rouen. The charges against her consisted of: blasphemy, claiming to be able to tell the future, holding the belief that she had already been assured of salvation and wearing men’s clothing. Her claims that she had received commands directly from God were of particular concern to the judges.

Bishop Cauchon presiding at the trial of Joan of Arc.

The judges urged Joan to renounce her assertions about receiving orders from God, and repent her actions. This Joan refused to do, and weeks went by. On May 23rd 1431, the court handed down its verdict. The next day, Joan was taken to the cemetery of the abbey of Saint-Ouen  to hear her sentence pronounced in the presence of the general public. That sentence was to be death by fire. However, if she were to recant her assertions regarding voices, she would be spared the agonies of the stake.

‘You will escape death by fire, if you say that you never actually heard the mysterious heavenly voices!

Imprisoned for life and branded a blasphemous liar, but allowed to live! Boy, don’t you get some damn horrible choices!’

At the last moment, Joan changed her mind and declared that she would submit to Mother Church. She announced that she renounced her previous statements regarding her visions and voices. She swore that never again would she don the garb of a man and promised to dress as a woman should. As a consequence of this confession she was spared the stake and was sentenced to life imprisonment. The populace were furious, they wished to see this witch put to death at the stake. Their howls of indignation raised the roofs of the city of Rouen. Joan was taken back to her cell to begin her life of perpetual imprisonment.

‘But back in the solitude of her prison cell, Joan decided to disown her recantation!

She now announced to Cauchon that her confession at Saint-Ouen was an aberration!’

On May 29th she was visited by Cauchon in her cell. He saw that she was attired in male clothing, and he expressed his displeasure that she had broken her promise. Thus, Joan now pronounced a death sentence on herself. There was to be no turning back from death by fire. Her only path forward was the one that led to the stake, the funeral pyre.

‘Facing a life which offered nothing but a situation so dreadfully dire!

Joan opted for an immediate death atop a prepared pyre!’

The call of the executioner.

‘A crude cap was placed upon her condemned head!

The inscription, a tissue of lies which read!

 Idolater and heretic!

These words would make every decent Christian sick!’ 

On the morning of May 30th, Joan was led from her cell in the castle and placed on a cart and transported to the market place of Rouen. Upon her head was a cap bearing the inscriptions ‘idolater” and ‘heretic’ The crowds lining the streets were immense. She was accompanied by a friar, Brother Martin, who had heard her confession and from whom she had received holy communion. Joan was then tied to the stake, clutching a crucifix that she had been given. The executioner lit the pyre and the flames roared high. Very soon Joan, the Maid of Orleans was dead.

 

Charles VII is crowned at Reims.

‘Oh  for the French, 1429, what a glorious summer!

As for the English, well, they never felt dumber!

Orleans! Oh Orleans! What a victory, the French did gush!

And well they might,  for there, they gave the English army, the bum’s rush!’

Target Paris!

Despite the celebrations surrounding the coronation, there was little time for relaxation. Joan was incensed that the capital of her beloved country was held by the hated Burgundians, who were allies of the English. Yes, Duke Philip of Burgundy and his confederates controlled Paris.

‘You filthy, hyper- active English-loving Burgundian dogs!

Very soon you will be as lifeless as cut down wooden logs!’

Joan resolved to take the city from these odious traitors.

Philip, Duke of Burgundy.

In August, 1429, Joan made her way to Paris, capturing a number of towns on the way. She had said that she would take Paris, but the city was defended by huge impenetrable walls that towered high into the sky. Joan boldly strode towards the battlements, her standard held aloft as she did so. The Maid fearlessly called out to the Parisians to immediately surrender their city to Charles VII.

‘Oh, people of Paris, break free from the lethal Burgundian infection!

Give Duke Philip a taste of a rightful, patriotic Parisian insurrection!’

Joan directs her troops at the siege of Paris.

However, her cries were met with a volley of arrows, one of which pierced her thigh. In great pain, but undeterred, Joan continued to shout encouragement to her troops as she was carried to a tent for treatment. Joan certainly had the heart to continue the fight, but not so King Charles VII. Much to Joan’s disgust, he ordered his forces to retreat from Paris on September 9th. A furious Joan could do no other than fume and utter her displeasure under her breath.

‘Oh, what shame to leave our beloved city of Paris in the hands of the Burgundians, the false French!

Every single one of these English-loving wretched Burgundian dogs gives off a foul, traitorous stench!

In October, Charles allowed Joan to take part in the successful siege of Saint-Pierre-le-Moutier. Joan wintered with the king in the Loire region in a state of relative relaxation. However, the early months of 1430 saw the Duke of Burgundy on the prowl once more. His forces had besieged the town of Compiegne.

‘The ignoble Duke of Burgundy was again on the prowl!

The loyal people of Compiegne felt threatened by the sound of his odious growl!’

The spring saw Joan advancing to the aid of the people of Compiegne. Her plan was to repeat her success at Orleans. On May 23rd she engaged the Burgundians, but luck was not with her. In the heat of battle she was thrown from her horse and captured by the Burgundians.

Joan is captured by the Burgundians at Compiegne.

‘Of all their battlefield captures!

This one sent the Burgundians into ecstatic raptures!’

When he heard of Joan’s capture, Duke Philip sped at haste to view his coveted prize. What was now to become of the Maid of Orleans?

 

 

‘ But how to save France from English aggression!

Oh, how to ensure the Dauphin’s right to regal succession!’

In January 1429, Jeanne travelled to the town of Vaucouleurs and asked the garrison commander to allow her to visit the Dauphin at Chinon. The commander was astounded at her audacity to say the least, and sent her away. However, she told the commander that the French had suffered a defeat close to Orleans before the news had been reported. He mocked her boldness in disbelief. He later learned that this was in fact the case. How could she possibly have known this?

The battle of Rouvray.

Jeanne claimed that her prediction came through a divine communication whilst she was tending her animals, so the commander duly arranged for Jeanne to travel to Chinon to see the Dauphin.

‘What would the Dauphin make of the maid who promised him victory over the English in battle!

For so many years with their actions did the English cause French nerves to rattle!

Would he listen to her, or dismiss her rhetoric as mere, demented tittle tattle?

The Dauphin, Charles.

Goodness knows, this was an age of visionaries, many of whom were proved to be charlatans or lunatics. Would the girl from Domremy be any different? In this case yes! Jeanne made a great first impression upon the Dauphin, by identifying him when he was in disguise amongst his courtiers.

‘The Dauphin hoped to give Jeanne a little surprise!

On their first encounter, he appeared in front of her in disguise!’

The Dauphin was in low spirits and was convinced that the fall of Orleans was simply a matter of time. Perhaps it was just sheer desperation which prompted him to give Jeanne an audience. Jeanne told the Dauphin that she would be able to defeat the English and lift the siege of Orleans. She also confidently predicted that he would soon be crowned in Reims Cathedral, the traditional coronation location of French kings.

‘My mission is to defeat the English and preserve the French nation!

As such, I will ensure that you are able to travel to Reims for your solemn coronation!’

The Dauphin and his advisers insisted that Jeanne be questioned by theologians, and eventually the Dauphin took the view that she was probably genuine. In April, 1429 Jeanne was en-route to Orleans at the head of an army, carrying her banner upon which was an image of Christ. In early May, she engaged the English and they quickly took flight on May 8th. The long siege of Orleans was over. It was an important victory and boosted French morale when it had been at its lowest.

Jeanne rode around the city to the rapturous applause of its citizens. These people had suffered terrible hardships during the six month siege. Many had given up hope, and now having been delivered from their foe, they were delirious with relief. They would eat, drink and be merry again.

The aftermath of the siege of Orleans.

The French victory was totally unexpected and Jeanne’s fame as a leader spread like wildfire through the ranks of both the English and French military. The French achieved a series of victories in swift succession which included the battle of Patay on June 18th. Patay has been described as an Agincourt in reverse and a great French victory. The result can be attributed to Jeanne’s decision to pursue the retreating English army when the other commanders could not make up their minds what to do.

The Battle of Patay.

The delighted French soldiers were heard to cry:

‘Patay! Patay! Patay! For France such a glorious day!

This was was the price that the English for their crimes, were forced to pay!

This is our revenge over the English for Agincourt!

This will not be the last victory, there will be more!’

By July Reims itself was in French hands. True to her word, the Dauphin was crowned King Charles VII of France in Reims Cathedral in July 1429. As you can see, Jeanne was present, looking on approvingly. To her mind, God’s will had been done.

Jeanne at the coronation of Charles VII at Reims Cathedral.

‘The coronation of the Dauphin at Reims was to the English monarchy, a dreadful, humiliating blow!

To the English, the top priority was: Get the maid! And to that end, it was all systems go!’