The Last Great Saxon Earls series by Mercedes Rochelle

Today I’m delighted to be sharing an excerpt from Mercedes Rochelle’s novel Godwine Kingmaker as part of a blog tour hosted by The Coffee Pot Book Club. Godwine Kingmaker is the first book in The Last Great Saxon Earls series.

Canute deals with Eadric Streona

It was nearing dark, and the servants were lighting the torches while Godwine played chess with the king. They sat in Canute’s favorite room—perfect for entertaining the early arrivals of the Yuletide celebration. Already, Earl Eric of Northumbria was present, tasting some of the breads at the sideboard. Tovi was in his usual place behind the king speaking quietly with two other Danes, and a musician was in the corner, plucking on a harp.

The door opened and Godwine, whose back was to the newcomer, concluded who it was from Canute’s grimace. The sleek voice of Eadric Streona confirmed his guess. “Good even’, your grace. I hope you are well.” All other voices in the room stopped.

Canute moved a piece, nodding an answer.

Two servants followed Eadric into the room, carrying a batch of firewood. For a moment, the sound of wood being stacked filled the silence. Then the servants left the room, bowing.

“And yourself, My Lord Eric?”

The Northumbrian Earl moved closer to the king, bending over the chess-board. “Considering the rare quiet within my earldom, I am content. And yourself, Eadric?”

Godwine heard the newcomer striding back and forth behind him. His concentration broken, the Saxon quickly turned around, watching Eadric rub his arms as though he needed more warmth. Godwine turned back to the board, but not before he noticed Eadric’s mouth twitch.

“I could be better.” Eadric’s tone brought Canute’s head up questioningly. Godwine straightened in his seat but Canute caught his eye, nodding at the board. Eadric took a stick and poked the fire.

Taking a closer look at the earl, Godwine noticed that his hair was unbrushed, his fingernails were cracked, his clothing wrinkled. He began pacing again, adjusting his belt.

“How is that Christmas pie?” Canute asked Eric, holding out a hand for a taste. The Dane cut a piece for him, proffering it on the edge of his knife. Taking a long time to sample it, Canute leaned back, evidently enjoying the taste. He licked all five fingers and wiped his hand on his tunic, then reached for another chess piece. Eadric stopped pacing and faced Canute, his arms crossed over his chest.

“And what might be the problem?” The king’s voice sounded appropriately concerned.

“My earldom is restive,” he started slowly. “The populace has not yet recovered, the revenues are poor, and the people are hungry.”

“That is a pity.”

“More the pity that the king does not concern himself with their troubles.”

“I see,” said Canute, interested. “And what of the exemption I gave them from this year’s taxes?”

Closing his eyes, the other gestured as if it were nothing.

“Eadric, this is not what is bothering you.”

Stopping, the earl glared at the king, unable to hide his antipathy. He came to the table, leaned over it. Godwine could smell alcohol on his breath.

“All right. I believe that I deserve better than this. You have given me the most devastated, the poorest earldom in the kingdom. You exclude me from your council. You treat me like a stranger. After all I have done for you.”

“And what is it that you have done for me?”

Eadric straightened up, crossing his arms again. He took a deep breath. “You know damned well.”

Intrigued, Canute gave Eadric his full attention. “I know damned well,” he repeated softly.

The tension between them was so strong it felt as though there were only two people in the room. Everyone knew Canute was at his most dangerous when he was totally quiet. But Eadric seemed beyond caring.

“Ask Edmund Ironside, if you could.”

Godwine gasped aloud, more in amazement at the man’s blatant admission of the deed than its actuality. Even Canute had paled. Getting slowly to his feet, he faced Eadric so fiercely that the other stepped back.

“Then you shall get everything you deserve. You killed your own lord! My sworn brother! Your own mouth has pronounced you a traitor; let the blood be on your head.

“Eric, dispatch this man, lest he live to betray me as well.”

The earl of Northumbria was not loth to obey. Pulling an axe from his belt, the man moved purposefully toward his enemy, narrowed eyes reflecting his satisfaction with Canute’s command.

For a moment, Eadric froze, unbelieving. Then his instinct for survival gained sway, and he pushed the table over, making a dash for the door.

But Godwine blocked the way—Godwine, this nonentity, who had barely rated his acknowledgment. The Saxon was standing with legs apart and drawn sword, opposing his exit.

Preferring to die under the blade of an equal, Eadric whirled, pulling his sword. But he was already too late. Eric’s axe was making its deadly arc, and Eadric’s blade came up uncertainly, not even delaying the impact of the edge as it cleanly severed his head from his body.

Canute had been watching from the fireplace. “Throw the wretch’s carcass from the window, into the Thames.”

Eric was glad to do so. He had hated the earl, and saw this as a fitting end to a despicable career. Seizing one of the convulsing legs, he dragged the body across the floor, oblivious to the gushing blood. Stooping, he hoisted the corpse onto the sill and dumped it unceremoniously into the river.

Godwine stared at the disembodied face, as it gawked back at him. Then he grabbed the hair and came up behind Eric, flinging the head through the window and far out over the water.

As he listened for the inevitable splash, Godwine felt an eerie satisfaction; at least this once, he had done his part in wreaking revenge on the betrayer of Edmund Ironside, and possibly his own father way back in 1009.

Both bloodied Earls turned to Canute, who had observed the scene dispassionately. “Thank you. You have done me a great service.”

Godwine controlled his trembling with an effort. “You drove him to it, didn’t you?”

“You might say that. Although I was expecting his demands in a more rational form…and at a better time.” He glanced at the horrified servants, who were huddled at the newly opened door. “Yes, come in, come in. As you can see, it is time we met the queen in the great hall and started our celebrations in earnest. Send for some water and buckets and take care of this mess.

“Oh, and come, my friends. Let me arrange for some clean tunics before you present yourselves.”

They showed so much promise. What happened to the Godwines? How did they lose their grip? Who was this Godwine anyway, first Earl of Wessex and known as the Kingmaker? Was he an unscrupulous schemer, using King and Witan to gain power? Or was he the greatest of all Saxon Earls, protector of the English against the hated Normans? The answer depends on who you ask.

He was befriended by the Danes, raised up by Canute the Great, given an Earldom and a wife from the highest Danish ranks. He sired nine children, among them four Earls, a Queen and a future King. Along with his power came a struggle to keep his enemies at bay, and Godwine’s best efforts were brought down by the misdeeds of his eldest son Swegn.

Although he became father-in-law to a reluctant Edward the Confessor, his fortunes dwindled as the Normans gained prominence at court. Driven into exile, Godwine regathered his forces and came back even stronger, only to discover that his second son Harold was destined to surpass him in renown and glory.

The Last Great Saxon Earls series
Godwine Kingmaker
The Sons Of Godwine
Fatal Rivalry

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Mercedes Rochelle

Mercedes Rochelle is an ardent lover of medieval history, and has channelled this interest into fiction writing. She believes that good Historical Fiction, or Faction as it’s coming to be known, is an excellent way to introduce the subject to curious readers. She also writes a blog: to explore the history behind the story.

Born in St. Louis, MO, she received by BA in Literature at the University of Missouri St.Louis in 1979 then moved to New York in 1982 while in her mid-20s to “see the world”. The search hasn’t ended!

Today she lives in Sergeantsville, NJ with her husband in a log home they built themselves.

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Book Title: Godwine Kingmaker
Series: The Last Great Saxon Earls
Author: Mercedes Rochelle
Publication Date: 4 April 2015
Publisher: Sergeant Press
Page Length: 351
Genre: Historical Fiction

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