The New Forest is a timeless place, many areas remaining unchanged since medieval times. If you venture away from the tourist spots you will find ancient woodlands, rusty coloured streams and vast areas of heath that seem to belong to another era.
As a child, I spent so much time in The New Forest that it became like a second home. Even now, forty odd years later, the aroma of heather, the tang of the pine, the vague hint of the salty Solent evokes those wonderful days. The tales of William Rufus and the ‘Rufus Stone’ were familiar, repeated over and over until they became part of my psyche. I could easily imagine him riding out to hunt with the hounds baying and the pennants casting an unnatural splash of colour on the woodland.
A few years ago when I was looking around for ideas for my next novel, the name William Rufus seemed to jump from nowhere into my head and I quickly determined that The New Forest would provide an ideal setting for my story; a story that was already embedded in the British consciousness. The mystery surrounding the death of William Rufus.
The early Norman period is very much neglected in fiction. Perhaps the events were too long ago for to us to properly engage with, or maybe publishers are just not prepared to take the risk of straying too far from their beloved Tudors. As a lover of early British history I think there is a place for fiction set earlier in the calendar and so I went ahead regardless. The Forest Dwellers is not just the story of Rufus but the early Norman regime and the mysterious deaths of the Conqueror’s sons form the backdrop to the fiction of Ælf and Alys.
The Domesday Book tells us that in 1065, before the invasion, the villages cleared for the main part of the forest consisted of an estimated five hundred families, possibly two thousand men, women and children. This estimate does not allow for slaves, personal retainers or men working under villains, it only represents the landowners or occupiers. Not a huge number when compared with devastation caused elsewhere by the conquering Normans but enough, I think, to generate a considerable amount of resentment. The defeated Saxon population of England did not welcome the Normans; all over Britain there are accounts of uprisings and dissent. There were Saxons who fought and lost, those who retired into obscurity to die in poverty and want, and there were those that collaborated, pretended to accept Norman authority. In the forest new rules meant that making a living was impossible – punishment was harsh and frequent but life went on, people lived and died in oppression while memories of the old way of life slowly faded. The thing that remained unchanged was hatred and resentment for the Norman interloper.
Like the Saxon kings before them, the Normans were lovers of the hunt but whereas Harold and his predecessors were content to share the forest with the commoners, the Normans were less tolerant.
King William the first had four sons, Robert (known as Curthose, later to become Duke of Normandy); Richard, who died young; William (known as Rufus, his father’s successor as King William the second); and Henry (known as Beauclerc, later to become Henry 1). The king’s second son, Richard, should have inherited the English throne but he predeceased his father. Records of Prince Richard’s death are scarce, most simply relate that he was killed during a chase in The New Forest.
Fatal hunting accidents were not uncommon but losing his heir to the English throne was King William’s first major blow. The people of the forest would undoubtedly have seen it as divine retribution and there would certainly have been no mourning or pity among the commoners. It occurred to me that, perhaps, twenty years later, the memory of the first royal death in the forest gave life to the more mysterious demise of his brother, King William Rufus.
According to William of Malmesbury, William Rufus was ‘well set; his complexion florid, his hair yellow; of open countenance; different coloured eyes, varying with certain glittering specks; of astonishing strength, though not very tall, and his belly rather projecting.’
Not a very flattering picture and, all in all, William seems to have been a complex fellow. He was popular among his companions but his relationship with his brothers was volatile and the church regarded the king almost as an anti-Christ. Rufus was a very luke-warm Christian and not above selling church positions to the highest bidder rather than filling them by appointment. He left many positions empty, depriving the church of revenue and pocketing the income himself.
The most recorded characteristics of the king seem to have been his love of hunting, rich cuisine (particularly eels), a predilection for young male companions and excessive monetary greed. He was a man of eclectic tastes, his companions at court were reported as effeminate, adopting ridiculous fashions and wearing their hair long. Some say he was homosexual, some that he was not but there are no recorded offspring, either legitimate or otherwise but this does not mean that he did not father any children. A man like Rufus would be more than capable of ignoring his responsibilities. In The Forest Dwellers, which is a fictional tale, he is an amiable but selfish man whose sexual impartiality eventually leads to his downfall.
On the day of his last hunt Rufus had been taken ill and the outing was postponed but quite late in the evening the king, deciding he was well enough after all, called up the horses and the party rode off into the forest. The company consisted of many powerful magnates that were close to the king, among then his brother, Henry Beauclerc, and Rufus’ friend, Sir Walter Tyrell. The Peterborough manuscript of the Anglo Saxon Chronicle states that ‘on the morning after Lammas Day, the king William was shot with an arrow in hunting by a man of his’. (Anglo Saxon Chronicle (E) 1099). Another chronicler, Geoffrey Gaimer stated, ‘We do not know who shot the king,’ and Gerald of Wales wrote, ‘The King was shot by Ranulf of Aquis.’ Research into Ranulf of Aquis draws a blank, there is no clear indication of who he was but what is clear is that Rufus’ death was as much a mystery then as it is now.
The Anglo Saxon Chronicle goes on to say what a wicked fellow Rufus had been but it must be remembered that the church had many grievances with Rufus. In fact all contemporary accounts written of William Rufus are the work of those with an agenda against him, so the picture we have of him is distorted.
At the time there seems to have been little fuss made about who shot the fatal arrow but Rufus was dead, his body abandoned in the forest while his erstwhile companions fled to secure their holdings and their place in the court of the new king.
Tradition has it that Rufus’ body remained where it fell until it was picked up by a charcoal burner named Purkiss, and taken to Winchester for burial. Rufus’ brother, Henry, being in the right place at the right time, became the next monarch and perhaps had a reason for not pursuing the truth – perhaps he was complicit in his brother’s death, perhaps not.
Later historians and fictional representations of the tale point the finger at Sir Walter Tyrell, Lord of Piox de Picardie in France and friend of the king. The night before the hunt Rufus is said to have presented Tyrell with two rather splendid arrows with the words ‘to the good archer, the good arrows.’ It was one of these arrows that was later found embedded in the king’s heart. Allegedly Tyrell shot at a stag but the arrow deflected and lodged in the king’s chest. Tyrell, on seeing what he’d done, fled to France.
Tyrell was never pursued for his crime, perhaps it suited the new king that he was never found and questioned, perhaps he housed dangerous truths. Some say he was Henry’s man, paid well for his services but, although Henry undoubtedly had the best motive, Tyrell spent his remaining years exiled in France, receiving no reward and never speaking out against the English king. Therefore, his involvement seems unlikely and one chronicler, Abbot Suger, maintained until he died that, ‘It was laid to the charge of a certain noble, Walter Thurold, that he had shot the king with an arrow; but I have often heard him, when he had nothing to fear nor to hope, solemnly swear that on the day in question he was not in the part of the forest where the king was hunting, nor ever saw him in the forest at all.’
The fact remains that almost a thousand years have passed since that day and during those centuries, historians have been over and over the story, seeking a culprit, patching together fact and fiction, mismatching truth with legend until the real story is totally lost in speculation. I suppose the main message I want to make in The Forest Dwellers is this – ‘The forest was teeming with people that day, it could have been anyone!’
The Forest Dwellers is an action packed adventure, peopled with plausible characters. You will find no ‘goodies’ and no ‘badies’ just complex humans, struggling to survive in an unkind world.
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