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Living unremarkably through remarkable times

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Framlingham, by Ian Dalgleish (licensed under Creative Commons)

Some time ago, I visited Framlingham Castle. I wasn’t there to admire the Tudor chimneys (however impressive), nor was I all that interested in the Bigod family, original builders and owners of the place. No, I came to Framlingham chasing the ghost of a certain Thomas of Brotherton.

The guide book to Framlingham Castle describes Thomas as being “an unexceptional man”. I didn’t like that, but I suppose that’s what you get when you jostle for space in the annals of history with such people as Edward II, Isabella of France, Hugh Despenser, Roger Mortimer and Edward III – no matter that you were born a prince. It probably didn’t help that our unexceptional Thomas had an exceptionally handsome and flamboyant younger brother, the far more famous Edmund, Earl of Kent, father to the equally exceptionally beautiful Joan, a.k.a. The Fair Maid of Kent.

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Eleanor’s tomb in Lincoln (which only contains her viscera)

If we start at the beginning – always a safe bet – we need to return to the year 1290. Late in November of that year, England’s queen, Eleanor of Castile, died. She left behind a grief-struck husband. From the day they married, him a gangly fifteen, she a pretty thirteen-year-old, they’d been more or less joined at the hip, rarely apart. Over the thirty-six years of their marriage she had given him sixteen children, of which five daughters and one son were still alive when she died. The son was only six, and herein lay the rub: Edward I needed a spare.

A king had to do what a king had to do, and although I doubt Edward was all that inclined to marry – after all, what sort of a paragon would be required to fill the shoes of his beloved Eleanor? – he decided to get on with it, suggesting to Philippe IV of France that he marry Philippe’s young half-sister, Blanche. Hmm, said Philippe, reminding Edward that Blanche was already betrothed to Edward’s young son.
“I need a wife now, he doesn’t,” I imagine Edward replied, and so an agreement was struck whereby Edward gave up the province of Gascony and in return acquired a blushing bride and permanent peace with France so that he could concentrate on those dastardly Scots.

Turns out Philippe IV was as dastardly as the Scots, if not more. You see, when Edward’s brother Edmund turned up to fetch the fetching Blanche, he found the bride-to-be was betrothed elsewhere.
“Oops,” said Philippe. “How remiss of me to forget that! But I have another sister,” he continued hastily, proposing that Edward, at the time fifty-four, wed the eleven-year-old Marguerite.
“I don’t want a child bride!” Edward growled and exploded into a magnificent display of Plantagenet temper which resulted in renewed war with France.

After some years of bickering and skirmishes, Philippe and Edward made up: both men were pragmatists, neither of them had any desire to invest men and money on a war which could be exceedingly costly for both parties. And so, in September of 1299, winter married spring, with the sixty-year-old Edward taking the teen-aged Marguerite as his wife. Not the romance of the century, one could say, but Edward proved to be a devoted husband to his much younger wife – and she returned the favour, seemingly content with her much, much older man.

medieval-minnesinger-medieval-loveBy the beginning of 1300, all this marital contentment had resulted in a pregnancy. Marguerite was an active woman who saw no reason to curtail her activities due to being with child, and legend has it she was riding to the hounds when her waters broke. Other sources are somewhat less dramatic: our pregnant lady was on her way to the place of her confinement when her labour began. Whichever version you prefer, the delivery was difficult, requiring a lot of praying to St Thomas Becket before the unexceptional Thomas of Brotherton finally saw the light of the day. His royal father did not think the baby was unexceptional. In fact, he was ecstatic: a healthy son, a spare! One year later, Margaret repeated the feat, presenting Edward with yet another son, Edmund of Woodstock.

In 1307, Edward I died. His young widow was prostrate with grief (due to loss of husband or loss of position is a tad unclear), his eldest son not so much. Relations between Edward I and his namesake and heir had been fraught over the last few years, principally due to one Piers Gaveston, a man the future Edward II seemed incapable of living without. Edward I had even gone so far as to exile his son’s favoured companion, but now papa was dead, and Piers was back, and Edward II was so happy he promptly elevated Piers to the Earl of Cornwall – this despite knowing that this particular earldom was intended for the eldest of his half-brothers.

Thomas was too small to care. His mama, the dowager queen, did. She was not pleased. At all. Even less so when Edward went on to hand over some of her dower lands to up and coming Piers. The previously warm and fuzzy relationship between Marguerite and her step-son chilled somewhat as a consequence, and I dare say she was not exactly devastated when Piers was murdered in 1312.

In 1312, Thomas of Brotherton became the Earl of Norfolk, his lands coming out of the deceased Roger Bigod’s estate. Among his new possessions was Framlingham Castle, where he apparently left so little an impression he is not remembered at all – except as being unexceptional. I guess the Bigod family was a hard act to follow.

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Edward II

In 1318, Marguerite of France died, and her two young sons no longer had her holding their back. Over the coming years, the young Earl of Norfolk was to experience the greed of the new royal favourite, Hugh Despenser, first hand. The latter appropriated land belonging to Thomas, but Thomas’ protests went unheard – Edward II was far fonder of Hugh than he was of his own brother. I imagine this did not foster a loving relationship between Thomas and Hugh – or Thomas and Edward – but our hero of the day chose to keep his head down and swallow the insult.

Some time before 1320, Thomas married. For a man of such wealth and lineage, his choice of bride is peculiar. Alice was the daughter of the coroner of Norfolk, had no wealth, no lands – at least not compared to her husband. The king, by all accounts, was less than pleased when he was informed of his brother’s choice of bride. Maybe it was a case of true love, maybe it was merely a dalliance that led to unforeseen consequences – but for the son of a king, such consequences could have been handled without marrying the girl.

Whatever the status of his marriage, by 1321 Thomas had other matters to think about – specifically the brewing discontent among the barons. Humphrey de Bohun, Earl of Hereford & brother-in-law to Edward II, and Roger Mortimer rode roughshod over Despenser lands, pillaging and destroying as they went, and soon enough Edward II had his back to a wall, having to face not only the triumphant Roger and Humphrey, but also his cousin, Thomas of Lancaster, who joined his voice to the other rebellious barons.

The Despensers were exiled, the king was obliged to set his seal to a document pardoning the rebel barons for their rebellion – after all, it had been done with his best interests at heart. I don’t think Edward saw it quite that way, and in these trying times when he no longer had Despenser at his side, it makes sense that he would turn to his half-brothers. At last an opportunity for Thomas to prove his worth to the king, and initially the king seems to have been more than pleased. But once the barons had been defeated Despenser came back, and Thomas was once again back to fading into the tapestries while Edward fawned over his favourite royal chancellor. Not, I suppose, an enjoyable experience for the young and reputedly hot-tempered Thomas.

It didn’t help that he was forced to surrender the lordship of Chepstow to Despenser in 1323. Nor that the king verbally rebuked him for having been somewhat remiss in his duties as Earl Marshal. Or that the king preferred to seek advice from his treasurer Stapledon and Despenser than from his half-brother.

But then, in 1326, things changed. By then Mortimer had fled the Tower and was safe in France, planning his return. The king needed all allies he could find and went out of his way to grant Thomas lands and wardships, expanded his authorities and in general made an effort to ensure his brother felt appreciated. Too little, too late. Thomas had already followed his brother into the opposing camp, and when Isabella of France and Roger Mortimer landed in England at the head of an invading army, they landed on Thomas’ lands, secure of their welcome.

eduard3Some months later, Edward II was imprisoned, Edward III was crowned, and Thomas looked forward to being one of the central movers and shakers in his nephew’s realm. Not about to happen. Isabella and Mortimer had other plans, and once again Thomas was marginalised.

Frustrated by his position, Thomas joined Henry of Lancaster’s rebellion against Edward III and his regents. At the last moment, his nerve failed him, and he and brother Edmund scarpered back to the royal camp, begging their nephew for forgiveness. Understandably, relations were somewhat cool after this, but at some point Thomas was forgiven – and to properly show just how forgiven, his only son was offered a Mortimer daughter as a bride. It wasn’t as if Thomas had the option of refusing – little Edmund of Norfolk was a great marital prize, and Mortimer had many daughters to marry off.

In 1330, the wheel of fortune did another turn. First, a turn to the worse, when Thomas’ brother, the earl of Kent, was accused of treason – an elegantly masterminded plot by Mortimer which ended up with Kent very, very dead. Some months later, it was Mortimer’s turn to die, this time due to a plot masterminded by the young king himself. Isabella was exiled from court – at least for a while – and Edward III was now firmly in control of his own kingdom.

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Fighting the Scots at Halidon Hill

At last, Thomas had come into his own. Over the coming years, he was one of his nephew’s most trusted men, albeit that he was rather dismal at managing his own personal finances. But he was brave and trustworthy, an Earl Marshal to rely on, and when it came to the infected matter of fighting the Scots, Edward was more than happy to heed Thomas’ advice.

In 1336, Thomas married for the second time – his first wife had died some time before 1330. Why he waited that long, I do not know, and yet again, his choice of bride is a bit odd – no highborn lady for our Thomas. Instead he settled on a widow, and I suppose he’d hoped for more children – just like his father before him, Thomas only had the one surviving son from his first marriage. In difference to his father, Thomas was not to have any more sons. Even worse, in 1337, Thomas’ only son died, leaving a little widow but no issue.

In 1338, Thomas died. He left behind a widow, two daughters, and an earldom. A short life, from our perspective, a life led in the shadows of the turmoil which distinguished the reign of his brother. And yes, in many ways it was an unremarkable life. Thomas somehow managed to avoid taking centre stage in any of the internal conflicts that plagued England, hovering in the background instead. As a survival technique it worked quite well – Thomas was never imprisoned, never lived with the threat of execution hanging over his head. Maybe that’s what distinguishes an unexceptional man, a reluctance to risk it all for a cause.

Whatever the case, Thomas of Brotherton was to leave the world one very impressive legacy: his daughter Margaret, Countess of Norfolk and Earl Marshal of England. She already has her own post on this blog – a sign, I suppose, of just how much she overshadows her father.

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2 thoughts on “Living unremarkably through remarkable times

  1. Life must have been very difficult for Thomas and Edmund. Edward II treated them both badly. If he had wanted to provoke them to rebellion, I don’t think he could have done much more. I wonder if either of them ever considered putting themselves at the head of the rebellions against him.

  2. Well, difficult is relative – they seem to have lived in quite some comfort, and to be fair to E II, he did provide for them, albeit perhaps less than they’d hoped for. Edmund especially was favoured by Edward, but he found it hard to see Despenser’s star rise and rise.
    I get the impression no one else ever considered them as an alternative – plus they were both very fond of their nephew.

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