I didn’t want to marry the earl. But my brother had got in deep with him and together they were conspiring – not that I knew that then. I didn’t know until my husband, the earl, threw the keys to the castle at me and told me to hold it.
Against whom?
The king’s brother, the king being out of the country.
Why, where was my husband going?
Into exile.
Thank you, my brother, for delivering me unto this.
I defended the castle. What choice had I? Until, in the direst straits, the king’s brother said I could leave, to go join my husband overseas.
Of course, this isn’t the same castle. Ours burnt to the ground. That’s the problem with building castles of wood.
crispina kemp 
Nice little story.
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It’s based on an actual event. Ralf de Gael 1075
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Castle built out of wood are not long lasting
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But easier and faster to build… especially in East Anglia where we’ve no native stone (except flint) 🙂
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Very clever.
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It’s my take on a true story, the Three Earl Rebellion, 1075, centred on Ralf de Gael, who was exiled
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Lovely bit of history – not for her, of course, but you know how that goes (or went)!
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Yes, I do. Actually, I love the story of that rebellion.
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