She was signaling,
House! Home!
I seized her hand and stretched our strides, pulling her along. Near the castle entry, waving wildly, awaited Gerald and Mabel, Earl and Countess of Kildare, so regal-looking compared to us, but I could not contain myself. Ah, yes, tears glistened on Mabel’s cheeks too. Just behind them stood Collum and my Magheen, their wrinkled faces wreathed in smiles. Magheen lifted her skirt hems and did a few steps of a jig, which, I must admit, despite the glory of the day and this place, made me miss Elizabeth Tudor just a bit.
Like a silly child, I loosed Margaret’s hand and, raising my arms to the blue sky, twirled about once before hugging everyone. For one mad moment, in their arms, welcomed home, it was as if Mother and Father were here to greet me again with the young Irish couple who had served us so faithfully and so well. But there was my handsome husband, shaking hands, smiling, clapping Gerald on the shoulder, even though he still had my posies in his hand—and held my future happiness too, whatever the coming years would bring to Ireland.
“Welcome back! Welcome home, Gerabeth!” Gerald cried as he pulled me away a step or two, his arm around my shoulders as he lowered his voice. “I’m hoping you can write to the queen about several things. . .. I’m so glad you’re here, for I need your advice and help.”
“And you shall have it!” I told him, and hugged him hard.
That night they spoiled us with all my old favorites: soused herring, cockles from County Kerry, and prawns from Dublin Bay, braised woodcock, carrot pudding, and ale cake. The men drank themselves silly with
usquebaugh
, which the English called whiskey.
Edward was sleeping heavily in the early morn when I got up in my night rail and wrapped myself in his big robe to stare out the window at the dark lawn encircled by the silver ribbon of the Lyreen. I stood there until dawn, when my husband and all the world began to stir. The eastern sky went from lilac to rose to yellow sunlight on my face. In that golden moment, for perhaps the first time in my life, though I had much to do, I was at last, for now, content.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
F
irst, a defense of the foundation for this novel: that the Fitzgeralds were considered the royal family of Ireland. Two of the many sources that present and defend this fact are these: Padraic O’Farrell writes in his
A History of County Kildare
(Dublin: Gill & Macmillan Ltd., 2003, p. 256), “From 1454 until 1534, the Fitzgeralds were the ‘uncrowned kings’ of Ireland.” In her book
Ireland
(Northampton, MA: Interlink Pub Group, Inc., 2006, p. 519), Catharina Day says much the same: “[The Fitzgerald Earls of Kildare, known as the Geraldines] were so powerful and wealthy that they were the uncrowned kings of Ireland.”
Most books on Irish history also claim that the slaughter of the Fitzgeralds began the split between medieval and modern Ireland. One of these is
The Geraldines: An Experiment in Irish Government
by Brian FitzGerald (Maryknoll, NY: Orbis, 1986). (Interesting author last name; he no doubt had a special interest in his subject matter. And on that point, we can assume one reason President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was proud of his middle name. Even in America, there are many famous Fitzgerald descendants, from Ella Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald.)
Other books of interest for more information on Elizabeth Gera Fitzgerald and her family can be found in these references: Gillian Kenny,
Anglo-Irish and Gaelic Women in Ireland c.1170-1540
(Dublin: Four Courts, 2007); Mary Ann Lyons,
Gearoid Og Fitzgerald
(Historical Association of Ireland, Dundalk, Co. Louth, Ireland: Dundalgan Press, 1998); and William Nolan and Thomas McGrath (eds.),
Kildare History and Society
(Dublin: Geographic Publications, 2006).
The rest of Gera’s story, after this novel ends, would have made a thousand-page book had I pursued it all. Despite the novel’s happy ending, tough times lay ahead for the Fitzgeralds and Ireland. Gerald, 11th Earl of Kildare, struggled for the next thirty years to get back to “the old days.” The Act of Attainder against the family was not lifted until 1569, because Ireland (as any person familiar with past or recent history knows) was not ready to bow to English rule. As late as 1574, Gerald, Earl of Kildare, was blamed for a scheme to raise armed men. The next year he was arrested and imprisoned in Dublin Castle and was eventually sent to the Tower of London for ten months. (Yes, Irish history repeats itself.)
The fact that he was released may be tied to Gera’s continual relationship with Queen Elizabeth, for historians agree that, unlike her father, this queen never sought the elimination of the house of Kildare. Some courtiers and councilors were furious at the queen’s temperate handling of the family, including the fact that, during Gerald’s stay in the Tower, his wife and sister had visitation rights and Mabel (who became increasingly pro-Irish) was allowed to go back to Kildare to see to their business affairs. In May of 1580, Gerald defiantly declared, “All you Englishmen are joined in one and an Irishman can have no right or justice at your hands.” Yet Queen Elizabeth had Gerald released from the Tower; he was spared a traitor’s death and simply banished from court. He died in London. And so, despite Gera’s dreams, there was no return to Geraldine rule in Ireland.
As for Gera’s and Edward Clinton’s lives after the book ends, they had a very successful thirty-three-year marriage. His will and other documents show how much he trusted and protected his wife. As well as serving as Elizabeth’s Lord High Admiral, Clinton often served the queen on diplomatic missions to France. Like the queen herself, the Lord High Admiral was heavily invested in privateering against England’s enemies and had a stake in Drake’s around-the-world voyage of 1577-1580. On May 4, 1572, Edward was created Earl of Lincoln, which made Gera Countess of Lincoln.
They both remained influential at Elizabeth’s court until their deaths. An early indication of Gera’s influence is that, in the days just before Elizabeth was declared queen, Gera was with her at rural Hatfield House and helped to broker a meeting between the soon-to-be queen and the Duke of Feria, a friend of King Philip of Spain. More than one source calls Gera a confidante of the queen. Years later, they continued to have their fallings-out, but seemed to patch things up quickly.
The Earl of Lincoln died in London on January 16, 1585, and, because he was a Garter Knight, had chosen to be buried in St. George’s Chapel, Windsor, where his resting place is marked by a highly ornate monument of porphyry and alabaster that Gera had built for him. She died in March of 1589 at a good age for that time. Her sister Margaret was her chief mourner, and Gera was buried next to her beloved husband. Visitors to Windsor can, of course, view the plain floor stones over the resting place of King Henry VIII. (He never did get the elaborate tomb he wanted and had pilfered from Cardinal Wolsey; it is now in the crypt of St. Paul’s Cathedral and honors Lord Admiral Nelson!) However, visitors to Windsor may see the effigies of the Earl and Countess of Lincoln at the southeast end of St. George’s Chapel, for they have by far a finer memorial than King Henry.
As ever, I must note that in Tudor-era research, dating events exactly can be a real problem, as their calendar could be confusing and writers obviously remembered things different ways. For examples of this, I found that in reading for this novel:
• Gera’s birth dates vary, as does the order in which she and her siblings were born. According to
The Dictionary of National Biography
, her birthdate is uncertain. I have selected a date of 1523 from among the possible choices. It makes no sense to me that Surrey would have written his laudatory sonnet to Gera (either in 1537 or 1538—I saw both dates) when she was much younger than sixteen. Also, as noted in the story, extremely young girls did not become companions to royalty in Tudor courts.
• Gera wed Sir Anthony Browne in either 1542 or 1543.
• John Dudley was named Earl of Warwick in 1546 or 1547.
• The date of the Fitzgerald men’s executions at Tyburn was either February 1537 or July 1537.
When possible, I have tried to stick to historical records, but I did move one event. It was actually 1569 rather than 1559 when Gera captured Martin Frobisher’s pirate vessel. It was such a bold, feminist endeavor that I had to include it in this portrait of her. At that time it was recorded that she had “a remarkable business head, [and was] much occupied with Admiralty matters, especially wreck or pirates’ goods or Lord Admiral’s perquisites (what we today call perks) and was in high favor with the queen.” (Quote from
The Expansion of Elizabethan England
, A. L. Rowse [Madison: University of Wisconsin Press, 2003, p. 256])
Other random matters of Tudor trivia I found interesting:
• King Henry VIII did not sign his will and did have secret back rooms at Whitehall and other palaces. A fascinating book on all this is Robert Hutchinson’s
The Last Days of Henry VIII
(New York: HarperCollins, 2005).
• For those who believe in ghosts—and what self-respecting castle in the British Isles doesn’t have a resident ghost?—Queen Catherine Howard is reputed to be “seen” yet today, running and screaming down the long gallery of Hampton Court Palace toward the Chapel Royal, begging King Henry not to have her arrested. Although I saw the site in broad daylight, the tour guide was most convincing, insisting that experts in the paranormal have recorded those very screams.
• From the time Gera’s half brother, “Silken Thomas,” was held in the Tower of London yet remain these letters he carved into a stone in his cell: THOMAS FITZ G.
• Maynooth Castle, eleven miles from Dublin, may be visited today in County Kildare, but it is much changed from Gera’s time. The keep and newer manor house are available to tour. At the time this book was printed, more about it online with pictures can be found at this Web site:
http://www.heritageireland.ie/en/midlandseastcoast/MaynoothCastle/
My thanks to the following people who helped with background information for the novel:
• Catherine O’Connor at the Office of Public Works, Maynooth Castle, for her kind correspondence and suggestions for research. Although I have visited Ireland, I did not have the Fitzgeralds in mind for a book until after I left, so Ms. O’Connor helped a great deal.
• Joseph Templeman, clerk of the Sempringham Parish Council, for information on and a drawing of historic Sempringham. Of Kyme Castle, only its tower yet remains, and it looks much like what Maynooth’s must once have been.
• Kathy Lynn Emerson, who writes Tudor-era historicals as Kate Emerson. I appreciated her loan of a book about Gera’s brother Gerald, called
Surviving the Tudors: The “Wizard” Earl of Kildare and English Rule in Ireland 1537-1586
, by Vincent P. Carey (Dublin: Four Courts Press, 2002), and enjoy her excellent Web site on Tudor-era women. See
www.kateemersonhistoricals.com/TudorWomenF.htm
At least two portraits of Edward Clinton are extant, a youthful one drawn by Holbein, labeled
Clinton
, and one painted much later by an unknown artist—perhaps the same anonymous artist who painted the one of Gera. The best links to view these are found by Googling “Edward Fiennes Clinton + portrait.”
As ever, thanks to my husband, Don, for being such a patient traveling companion on our journeys around the British Isles. And for proofreading my manuscripts and acting as my business manager.
Karen Harper
November 2009
A former college instructor and high school English teacher,
Karen Harper
writes contemporary suspense as well as historical novels. Karen and her husband love to travel both in the United States and abroad and, when at home, divide their time between Columbus, Ohio, and Naples, Florida. For additional information, please visit
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