William Marshal returns in this sequel to The Greatest Knight with the older and wiser William well settled with his wife, Isabelle de Clare, and their ever-growing brood. However, he is now in uneasy service to King John, who suspects William for his ties to John’s late brother Richard I, but cannot openly despise the powerful earl’s allegiance. Still, ever spiteful John systematically strips William of titles, power, honors, and even his son, Will, who the king demands as his squire. Then John dies suddenly, and William must take the rebellious kingdom in hand and assume the regency. Chadwick delivers another accomplished historical, albeit without the thrills of its predecessor. Like William, the story is too settled and comfortable to be as exciting as the story of the young knight on the rise, but the in-depth exploration of the intrigues of King John’s court is riveting. Isabelle remains a powerful noblewoman and excellent match for William. This will be best appreciated by fans of Chadwick’s other work or readers curious to learn more about medieval England. (Mar.)
The Scarlet Lion
Narrated by Rosalyn Landor
Elizabeth ChadwickUnabridged
The Scarlet Lion
Narrated by Rosalyn Landor
Elizabeth ChadwickUnabridged
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Overview
But their contentment and security is shattered when King Richard dies and is succeeded by his brother John, who takes the Marshals' sons hostage and seizes their lands. Now William must face the conflict between remaining loyal or rebelling against these injustices-and the struggle
threatens to tear his marriage apart. Fiercely intelligent and courageous, Isabelle too must come to terms with what the future holds ...
The Scarlet Lion is the final novel in an unforgettable standalone trilogy about William Marshal, Earl of Pembroke, Regent of England-and one of the country's greatest forgotten heroes.
Editorial Reviews
"Graceful... elegantly sexy, realistic. " — HistoricalNovels.Info
"The Scarlet Lion is everything I look for in fiction: adventure, romance, intrigue, told through well developed characters and vivid descriptions of settings." — Thoughts From an Evil Overlord
"From the colors, scents, sounds, emotions of people, places and things you can't help but feel as if you are a bystander watching the entire story unfold right before your very eyes. " — Yankee Romance Reviewers
"Wonderful characters, fascinating history, and detailed beautiful writing." — Laura’s Reviews
"Recommended for historical fiction lovers. " — Booksie’s Blog
"The writing is just so good, the characters and places so real, it’s happy and sad and just so well researched – it’s exactly what a book of this genre should be." — She Read a Book
"Chadwick is very talented at bringing her characters and the Medieval world alive in the pages of her books. " — A Work in Progress
"In this sweeping tale of medieval England, Elizabeth Chadwick creates a intriguing and delightful story full of gallantry, tournaments, treachery and a love story for the ages. " — Confessions of a Muse in the Fog
"Fans of historical fiction will devour this novel, appreciating the depth of research, flowing prose, eye for detail and feeling like you knew William Marshall." — Romance Junkies
"Elizabeth Chadwick is a consummate author of historical fiction. " — Devourer of Books
"When Elizabeth Chadwick writes about history, you feel like you are there in the thick of it... A definite must read for any lover of history. " — The Long and Short of It
"[Chadwick] makes the time period come alive for the reader, utilizing small historical details in order to really set each scene. " — S. Krishna’s Books
"Elizabeth Chadwick masterfully strikes the balance of blending historic fact with modern storytelling. Accurate period detail, sweeping scenery descriptions, and deeply developed characters " — Hist-Fic Chick
"Brilliantly weaving a strong plot line, historical accuracy, depth of character and dialogue filled with intelligence and wit... Elizabeth Chadwick is one of the very best of historical fiction authors." — Passages to the Past
"Excellent... Elizabeth Chadwick brings William and Isabelle to life on the pages and draws you into the action. " — My Two Blessings
"Very well-written... This one's for the historical fiction fans out there." — Drey’s Library
"the perfect mix of battle, love, rich history and exacting character portrayal... The story progressed and flowed exquisitely- I was hooked till the end." — Enchanted by Josephine
"Chadwick masterfully brought [William Marshal] to life... a reading experience you won't soon forget" — A Reader’s Respite
"Elizabeth Chadwick has brought William Marshall back into the limelight. " — BookLust
"[Chadwick] will make you fall in love with William Marshal with her unforgettable story of his life, as his memory is finally being given its just rewards. " — The Burton Review
"Chadwick has a marvelous writing style that transports you right into the story" — All Things Royal
"One of the strengths of Chadwick’s writing is her ability to make you feel for the characters." — The Maiden’s Court
"The characters are brought to life. " — Historical Tapestry
Elizabeth Chadwick masterfully strikes the balance of blending historic fact with modern storytelling. Accurate period detail, sweeping scenery descriptions, and deeply developed characters
— Allie
Brilliantly weaving a strong plot line, historical accuracy, depth of character and dialogue filled with intelligence and wit... Elizabeth Chadwick is one of the very best of historical fiction authors.
— Amy Bruno
Excellent... Elizabeth Chadwick brings William and Isabelle to life on the pages and draws you into the action.
— Robin
Very well-written... This one's for the historical fiction fans out there.
— Drey
the perfect mix of battle, love, rich history and exacting character portrayal... The story progressed and flowed exquisitely- I was hooked till the end.
— Lucy
Chadwick masterfully brought [William Marshal] to life... a reading experience you won't soon forget
— Michele
Elizabeth Chadwick has brought William Marshall back into the limelight.
— Aarti
[Chadwick] will make you fall in love with William Marshal with her unforgettable story of his life, as his memory is finally being given its just rewards.
— Marie Burton
Chadwick has a marvelous writing style that transports you right into the story
— Susie
One of the strengths of Chadwick's writing is her ability to make you feel for the characters.
— Heather
The characters are brought to life.
— Ana
Graceful... elegantly sexy, realistic.
— Margaret Donsbach
The Scarlet Lion is everything I look for in fiction: adventure, romance, intrigue, told through well developed characters and vivid descriptions of settings.
— Elizabeth Bogardus
From the colors, scents, sounds, emotions of people, places and things you can't help but feel as if you are a bystander watching the entire story unfold right before your very eyes.
— Terra Studer
Wonderful characters, fascinating history, and detailed beautiful writing.
— Laura Gerold
Recommended for historical fiction lovers.
— Sandie Kirkland
The writing is just so good, the characters and places so real, it's happy and sad and just so well researched — it's exactly what a book of this genre should be.
— Virginie Barbeau
Chadwick is very talented at bringing her characters and the Medieval world alive in the pages of her books.
— Danielle
In this sweeping tale of medieval England, Elizabeth Chadwick creates a intriguing and delightful story full of gallantry, tournaments, treachery and a love story for the ages.
— Svea Love
Elizabeth Chadwick is a consummate author of historical fiction.
— Jen
[Chadwick] makes the time period come alive for the reader, utilizing small historical details in order to really set each scene.
— Swapna Krishna
Fans of historical fiction will devour this novel, appreciating the depth of research, flowing prose, eye for detail and feeling like you knew William Marshall.
— Katharine
When Elizabeth Chadwick writes about history, you feel like you are there in the thick of it... A definite must read for any lover of history.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940160547954 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Recorded Books, LLC |
| Publication date: | 07/23/2024 |
| Series: | William Marshal , #3 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
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Excerpt from Chapter One
Fortress of Longueville, Normandy, Spring 1197
Isabelle de Clare, Countess of Leinster and Striguil, wife to King Richard's Marshal, was in labour with their fourth child. "Arse first," announced the midwife, wiping her hands on a length of towel after examining her patient. "Bound to be a boy, they always cause the most trouble."
Isabelle closed her eyes and reclined against the piled bolsters. Throughout the morning the contractions had become steadily more frequent and painful. Her women had unbraided her hair so there would be no bindings about her person to tie the baby in the womb, and the thick, wheat-gold strands spilled over shoulders and engorged breasts to touch her mounded belly. "He" was already late. Her husband had hoped to greet his new offspring before setting out to war ten days ago, but instead had had to bid Isabelle farewell with a kiss at arm's length, her pregnant belly like a mountain between them. It was May now. If she survived bearing this child and he lived through the summer's campaign, they would see each other in the autumn.
For now, he was somewhere deep in the Beauvaisis with his sovereign, and she was wishing she was anywhere but this stuffy chamber undergoing the ordeal of childbirth. A contraction started low in her spine and tightened across her womb. Pain bloomed through her lower body, causing her to gasp and clench her fists. "Always hurts more when they come tail first." The midwife looked shrewdly at Isabelle. "It's not your first; you know what to expect, but infants that enter the world by their backsides have a dangerous passage. Head comes last and that's not good for the babe. Best pray to the blessed Saint Margaret for her help." She indicated the painted wooden image standing on a coffer at the bedside surrounded by a glow of votive candles.
"I have been praying to her every day since I knew I was with child," Isabelle said irritably, not adding that the overdue birth of a baby in the breech position was hardly a happy reward for her devotion. She was coming to abhor the statue. Whoever had carved it had put a sanctimonious expression on its face that fell little short of a smirk.
The next contraction wrung her in its grip and with it the urge to push. The midwife signaled to the girl assisting her and busied herself between Isabelle's thighs. "You should summon your chaplain to christen the child, immediately," she announced, her voice muffled by the raised sheet. "Do you have a name?"
"Gilbert for a boy, and Isabelle for a girl," Isabelle gritted through her teeth as she bore down. The contraction receded. Slumping against the bolsters she panted at one of her women to fetch Father Walter and have him wait in the antechamber.
The next pain seized her, then the next and the next, fierce and hard, no respite now as her body strove to expel the baby from her womb. She sobbed and grunted with effort, tendons cording her throat, her hands gripping those of her attendants hard enough to leave lasting weals on their flesh.
There was a sudden gush of wet heat between her thighs and the midwife groped. "Ah," she said with satisfaction. "I was right, it is a boy. Ha-ha, fine pair of hammers on him too!
Let's see if we can keep him alive to have use of them, eh? Push again, my lady. Not so fast, not so fast. Go gently now." Isabelle bit her lip and struggled not to push as hard as her instincts dictated. Taking the baby's ankles, tugging gently, the midwife drew his torso up and on to Isabelle's abdomen. As the mouth and nose emerged from the birth canal she wiped them clear of blood and mucus, then, watching intently, controlled the emergence of the rest of the head with a gentle hand. Propped on her elbows, Isabelle stared at the baby lying upon her body like a drowned, shipwrecked sailor. His colour was greyish-blue and he wasn't moving. Panic shot through her. "Holy Saint Margaret, is he...?"
The woman lifted the baby by his ankles, swung him gently, and applied a sharp tap to his buttocks, then again. A shudder rippled through him, his little chest expanded, and a wail of protest met the air, uncertain at first, but gathering momentum and infusing his body with a flush of life-giving pink. Righting him, the midwife turned to Isabelle, a smile deepening the creases in her wrinkled cheeks. "Just needed a bit of persuading," she said. "Best have the priest name him though, to be on the safe side." She wrapped him in a warm towel and placed him in Isabelle's arms.
The cord having been cut and the afterbirth expelled and taken away for burial, Isabelle gazed into the birth-crumpled features of her newborn son and, still deeply anxious, watched his shallow breathing. A baffled, slightly quizzical frown puckered his brows. His fists were tightly clenched as if to fight the world into which he had been so brutally initiated. "Gilbert," she said softly. "I wonder what your father is going to make of you." She blew softly against his cheek and gave him her forefinger around which to curl his miniature hand. After a moment, she lifted her gaze from the baby and fixed it on her chamber window and the arch of soft blue sky it framed. Her own ordeal was almost over and, God willing, if she did not take the childbed fever, she would soon be on her feet. Saint Margaret could be thanked with an offering and packed away in her coffer again until needed again. Now she would concentrate on prayers for her husband's safety and ask God to bring him home in one piece to greet their new son.