by Dan Jones
From the start, the marriage was profoundly dysfunctional, both personally and politically. Eleanor was capable, as the famous French abbot Bernard of Clairvaux wrote, of ‘taking a determined political stance’. She pushed Louis into several unwise ventures, including a vicious war between the French Crown and the count of Champagne, provoked after Eleanor’s younger sister Petronilla had a rash fling with the count of Vermandois. Very swiftly, Eleanor built a reputation in France for causing scandal and political chaos. By the 1140s that reputation preceded her. When Eleanor accompanied Louis on the Second Crusade to the East in 1147, rumours flew up concerning almost every aspect of her participation. She was blamed (wrongly) for disastrous ambushes on the crusading forces; she was accused (falsely) of conniving – or sleeping – with her uncle, Prince Raymond of Toulouse, the ruler of Antioch. Later chroniclers even spread the rumour that she had had an affair with the great Muslim ruler Saladin and attempted to elope with him on a boat – quite some notch on Saladin’s bedpost, given that he was only about ten years old at the time of the Second Crusade. On the way home from the crusade, Louis and Eleanor had stopped at Tusculum to meet Pope Eugene III. He gave them marriage counselling and offered them a reconciliatory bed, draped with his own precious curtains.
It did not work. Although Eleanor bore Louis two children – Marie countess of Champagne was born in 1145 and Alix countess of Blois in 1150 – it was clear by the early 1150s that Eleanor’s marriage to Louis was untenable. Perhaps they could have continued had Eleanor produced a male heir. But she did not. After the Christmas court of 1151–2, held deep in Eleanor’s territory at Limoges, it was an open secret that the French royal marriage would soon be consigned to the bulging dustbin of Capetian history. On 21 March 1152 an assembly of French bishops declared that Louis and Eleanor were related within the prohibited bounds of consanguinity. Their marriage was declared void. Eleanor would have her duchy of Aquitaine back, and Louis, like every other Capet since Philip I, would have a marriage annulled. The production line of royal heirs would continue in the womb of a different queen. It is hard to believe that Eleanor felt anything but relief.
That relief, however, was alloyed with the knowledge that she was as vulnerable at the age of twenty-eight as on the day that her father died. Once more the unwed duchess of Aquitaine, and no longer protected by the French Crown, she was back on the marriage market with no shortage of bidders. In March 1152 she made a perilous journey through the Loire valley, on the road from Beaugency to Poitiers, the principal seat of her duchy. She moved with all possible haste, knowing that the countryside around her was fraught with danger. Already word was spreading that Eleanor was no longer the queen of France. Kidnappers were said to be pursuing her from two directions, both hoping to abduct and forcibly marry her. According to a chronicler from Tours, both Theobald V, count of Blois, and Geoffrey Plantagenet the Younger (Henry’s sixteen-year-old brother, the Empress Matilda’s second son) were bent on waylaying Eleanor. If they caught her, then her life and her fate might never again belong to her.
But a decade and a half spent at the heart of French politics had taught Eleanor much about political survival. She realized that marriage was inevitable and necessary, but was determined that it should be on her terms. So as she rode hard for Poitiers, giving the slip to her would-be abductors, she was also thinking of the one man who would best secure her future. Henry Plantagenet, duke of Normandy, count of Anjou, Maine and Touraine, was in Lisieux, near the coast of Normandy, preparing an invasion of England, where he aimed to claim the Crown in his mother’s name.
Henry had met Eleanor the previous year, when he and his father visited for peace talks in Paris in 1151. It is very possible then that the unhappy queen and the ambitious Plantagenet had considered one another as potential future mates. Whether a formal agreement was made is unknown. The most we can say is that Eleanor perhaps cast her seductive dark eyes on the young duke of Normandy and saw a man on the rise; Henry may likewise have gazed back at this captivating older queen and calculated possibilities.
What is in no doubt is that in 1152 the alliance was there to be made. On her arrival in Poitou, Eleanor sent a message to Henry, asking him with all urgency to abandon his English invasion and come and marry her. Henry wasted no time, cancelling all his plans for invading King Stephen’s troubled realm. ‘The duke indeed allured by the nobility of that woman and by desire for the great honours belonging to her, impatient at all delay, took with him a few companions, hastened quickly over the long routes and in little time obtained that marriage which he had long desired,’ wrote William of Newburgh.
Thus Henry Plantagenet married Eleanor duchess of Aquitaine in a low-key ceremony at the cathedral of Notre-Dame-la-Grande in Poitiers on 18 May 1152 – less than two months after her marriage to Louis had been annulled. Their marriage ceremony was swift and discreet, but it tilted the balance of an era.
The big loser was Louis VII. While he could not have expected Eleanor to take any other course of action but to remarry, he would have expected both Henry – as vassal – and Eleanor – as ex-wife – to seek his permission. They did not, and it rankled ever after. As Henry of Huntingdon put it, Henry’s marriage to Eleanor was ‘the cause and origin of great hatred and discord between the French king and the duke’.
Eleanor’s remarriage to Henry – rather than to his brother Geoffrey the Younger or to Theobald of Blois – transformed the map of France at a stroke. Henry’s control of Normandy, Anjou, Maine and Touraine was now fused with the giant duchy of Aquitaine. One vassal now theoretically controlled virtually the entire western seaboard of the kingdom, and almost half the landed territory. In seeking an annulment of his marriage to Eleanor, Louis had made an entirely understandable decision. In letting her fall into Henry Plantagenet’s hands, he had committed an inexcusable blunder.
To add to the French king’s woes, within months of her speedy marriage Eleanor was pregnant and Henry had revived his plans to conquer England. This not only made a mockery of Louis’s inability to produce children with her; it also threatened to sunder his daughters Marie and Alix from any claim to an Aquitanian dowry. A Plantagenet heir was in production, who one day might conceivably rule Normandy, Anjou and Aquitaine together. Within two years, that likely patrimony would grow to include the Crown of England.
Henry the Conqueror
Malmesbury, in Wiltshire, was a wretched little town, as sorely treated as any in England during the agonies of the Shipwreck. On a freezing January day in 1153, Henry Plantagenet stood outside it in belligerent mood. He had been blown ashore after a rough and dangerous winter crossing of the Channel within the octave of Epiphany: the eight-day festival in which Christians celebrate the visitation of the kings to adore the infant Jesus. But Henry came not to adore, with bended knee and precious gifts. He arrived with an invading force of 140 knights and 3,000 infantry, armed to the teeth.
Malmesbury was in a piteous state. Its walls and motte castle had been besieged at least three times during the civil war, and its people brutalized and plundered for many years. Now Henry was at the walls, preparing to destroy what little was left of the town. The author of the Gesta Stephani described the scene:
When a crowd of common people flew to the wall surrounding the town as though to defend it, [Henry] ordered the infantry, men of the greatest cruelty, whom he had brought with him, some to assail the defenders with arrows and missiles, others to devote all their efforts to demolishing the wall.
The din would have been tremendous: the whizz of crossbow bolts, screams of the fleeing townsfolk, and the crash of great rocks pitched up at the castle walls by the siege machines. Torrential rain and winds lashed besiegers and defenders alike; soaking mud clung to them all. Ladders were placed against the wall, and Henry’s fierce mercenaries scaled them with ease. The townsfolk ran in terror to the church, seeking sanctuary with the resident community of monks. The mercenaries, having vaulted the walls, pursued them. If the chronicler is to be believ
ed, the church was then plundered, the monks and priests butchered and the altar desecrated.
King Stephen had been expecting the duke’s invasion, but he had not foreseen an attack on Malmesbury. His royal forces had been besieging the rebel town of Wallingford, and he had expected Henry to make the march to join him there in battle. Henry refused to be drawn. Stephen was obliged to go to meet the invader, and within days he had a force marching west. ‘It was a huge army with many barons, their banners glittering with gold, beautiful and terrible indeed,’ wrote Henry of Huntingdon. ‘But God, in whom alone is safety, was not with them.’ The weather was foul and the men who marched with Stephen had little faith in their leader. ‘The floodgates of heaven opened and such bitter cold gusts of wind and pouring rain were driven into their faces that God himself seemed to be fighting for the duke. The king’s army could barely hold their weapons or their dripping wet lances.’
Drenched and demoralized, Stephen’s army refused to fight. The civil war had dragged on long enough, and the conditions in which they were now expected to relieve a siege were nothing short of treacherous. There was little promise of reward or advance in the battle, and Stephen now had a mutiny on his hands. ‘The king … retreated without effecting his purpose,’ wrote William of Newburgh. The first victory of the invasion had been won.
Writing in retrospect, William of Newburgh noted that after Malmesbury ‘the nobles of [England] … gradually revolted to [Henry]; insomuch as that, by the augmentation of his power and the brilliancy of his successes, the fame of the duke … obscured the kingly title of his opponent’. But it was not quite that simple. As he took stock of his position in England, Henry discovered a realm in a state of total war-weariness. It was his response to these conditions, as much as his military successes, that enabled him to make advances beyond those achieved in his mother’s day.
One of the first things Henry realized was that the mercenaries he had brought with him inspired fear rather than trust. England already teemed with hired foreign soldiers, and they were deeply resented among the ordinary people. ‘Being unable to endure their bestial and brutal presumption any longer, [the barons] suggested to the duke that he should allow [his mercenaries] to go home, lest on account of their shameful forwardness some calamity should befall him or his men by the vengeance of God,’ recorded the Gesta Stephani.
Showing a flexibility of mind that would serve him well in the future, Henry listened. He sent 500 of his mercenaries back across the Channel to Normandy. And the wrath of God was indeed visited. As the mercenaries sailed, a mighty storm blew up and drowned them all.
Instead of inflicting more war on an exhausted kingdom, Henry now made peaceful overtures towards the English magnates, barons and bishops alike. Channels of negotiation with Stephen were opened, under the guidance of Archbishop Theobald of Canterbury and Bishop Henry of Winchester. And slowly the magnates came over to the young duke.
The most important baron to join Henry’s cause was Robert earl of Leicester. He and his twin Waleran were among the elite of the Anglo-Norman nobility, who had been loyal to Stephen for many years. Leicester was a powerful landowner in the Midlands, which gave Henry vital territorial advantage in the heart of England. But the earl also brought important personal qualities and experience to Henry’s following and would prove to be one of Henry’s most trusted and reliable servants for the remainder of his life. He was in fact an excellent archetype for the type of noble that Henry both attracted and needed: Leicester was in his late forties, literate and well schooled. He had been brought up with William the Aetheling, and as children he and Waleran had been the young darlings of the European courts, debating for show with cardinals while they were still precocious youngsters. The twins had been loyalists under Henry I and Stephen, but Stephen’s inability to guarantee their lands in Normandy had inevitably chipped away at their support and political will.
By leaving Stephen, Leicester embodied the complex position of any number of the Anglo-Norman magnates: torn between their Norman estates guaranteed by the Plantagenet duke of Normandy, and the English lands theoretically protected by Stephen. The task for Henry was to prove to more men like Leicester that he could protect their property in England as well as in Normandy, rather than subjecting it to further ruin and war. That, after all, was the underlying purpose and promise of kingship.
Thus, Henry spent the spring of 1153 on a vigorous publicity drive. After visiting Bristol and Gloucester – his mother’s heartlands – he made his way through the violent, turbulent Midlands. Here an uneasy peace was kept by a patchwork of individual treaties between magnates. This land was the ultimate emblem of the failures of Stephen’s reign. Public authority was non-existent.
At the heart of Henry’s new pitch to the political community was good lordship, not good generalship. Instead of ravaging lands, he held court around the country and invited the great men to come to him in peace. Rather than burning crops, he issued charters guaranteeing the land and legal rights of the magnates – not only in England, but in Normandy too. He indicated his commitment to judicial process by asserting that his grants of English lands were subject to legal ratification. Moving around England in a circuit that came more and more to look like a tour of triumph, he presented himself at every turn as a credible alternative as king, with rapidly broadening support from the political community.
Yet battle could not entirely be avoided. In July 1153, Henry met Stephen at Wallingford, a town nestled inside a long bend in the Thames, south-east of Oxford and dangerously close to Westminster and London. Stephen had the castle – loyal to Henry – under siege, and the area was sown with a series of smaller royal castles and ditch-works, built in a semi-permanent ring of defence. Henry approached with an army to relieve the siege, but also with a sense that an end to the war was near.
King Stephen had been waiting. In early August he marched a splendid army out to meet the duke. Once again, as at Malmesbury, there was a general refusal to fight. In the words of the Gesta Stephani: ‘the leading men on both sides … shrank from a conflict which was not merely between fellow countrymen, but meant the desolation of the whole kingdom.’ Men were not tired of Stephen’s rule per se. They were tired of civil war. ‘The barons, those betrayers of England … were unwilling to fight a battle, as they did not want either side to win,’ wrote Henry of Huntingdon. But these ‘betrayers of England’ were men who had suffered nearly two decades of civil war, and who realized that victory for either side in battle was likely to result in mass land confiscations and continued bitter divisions in the realm. The time for a ceasefire had arrived. Henry and Stephen agreed to talk. ‘The king and the duke had a conference alone together, across a small stream, about making a lasting peace,’ wrote Huntingdon. ‘The peace treaty was begun here, but not completed until another occasion.’ The terms of peace were growing obvious to both sides: Stephen would have to recognize Henry Plantagenet as his legal heir to the Crown and begin a process by which the deep wounds of their families’ war could be healed. Only one major obstacle remained.
Peace Process
King Stephen’s eldest son Eustace IV, count of Boulogne, was twenty-three years old in 1153. Already he was a veteran of the long struggle between his father and the Plantagenets. He had grown up knowing nothing but division and war, told always that he was a king in waiting, and encouraged to fight for the sake of securing his Crown. He was his father’s heir, and as a result, Henry duke of Normandy was his bitterest enemy.
Henry’s rise had been meteoric. Between 1150 and 1153 he had changed from the landless son of an ambitious count to the apparent master of half of France. He had driven several great men into opposition, Eustace the chief among them. And Eustace had made it his business to see that the Norman chronicler Robert of Torigni’s assessment that ‘almost all of the Normans thought that Duke Henry would rapidly lose all of his possessions’ came true as rapidly as possible. To that end he had allied with Louis VII – whose sister Constance he had
married – and Henry’s own brother, Geoffrey Plantagenet the Younger, who felt his brother had cheated him out of a portion of their father’s inheritance. Together, they had contrived to wage war against the duke of Normandy wherever and whenever they could.
Eustace was, by definition, the man who stood to lose the most in any rapprochement between Stephen and Henry. His position was unusually weak. An argument between Stephen and Pope Eugene III meant that in 1153 Eustace had not yet been anointed as co-king, in the manner that was now customary. This paved the way for an eventual peace in which Stephen could disinherit his sons (Eustace had a younger brother, William) and name Henry as his heir. After Wallingford that seemed more and more likely.
According to the author of the Gesta Stephani, Eustace was ‘greatly vexed and angry because the war, in his opinion, had reached no proper conclusion’. To give vent to some of this anger and frustration, he stormed eastward to Bury St Edmunds, where he indulged in a bout of fairly pointless burning and pillaging.
Alas, for the unfortunate Eustace, God – or perhaps St Edmund – was on hand to punish the iniquitous. Shortly after his self-indulgent orgy of violence and rapine, Eustace fell ill and died in early August 1153. The cause was thought to be either rotten food or sheer grief. Cynics might have suspected poison.
Eustace’s death was heartbreaking to Stephen. Yet it was also providential, in that it opened the path for negotiations that would allow Duke Henry to take his place. The agreement took the form of a sort of legal fostering that would hand the Crown to the Plantagenet line and end the war for good. Stephen’s second son, William, was evidently more tractable than his late elder brother, and accepted a large landed settlement in recompense for abandoning any claim to the throne.