Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Tragic Death of King Edward III

On this day, in 1377, Edward III breathed his last. He died at his palace at Sheen. I was unable to go their for in 1394, Richard II tore the palace down. It was later rebuilt as Richmond Palace by Henry VII.
Edward's life was glorious, but his death was not. He was at Sheen for weeks, just waiting to die. On June 21 itself, he suffered a stroke and became speechless. The only two people in the room were his mistress, Alice, and a local priest. Alice, it is said, took the rings from Edward's fingers and then left the palace, no longer caring about the man who loved her and all of his kindness to her.
After Alice, only the priest remained. He urged Edward to repent for his sins, and he alone heard the dying kings words. "Jesus have pity."
The legend was dead, but he would not be forgotten.
But thats a story for another time. Till then, long live KING EDWARD.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

My Trip in Edward's Footsteps

Between May 22 to June 1, I was in London, following in the footsteps of the Favored One himself. I saw his tomb in Westminster Abbey, his Jewel Tower, his entrance to the Tower of London, and his birthplace at Windsor Castle.
For me, this was a trip of a lifetime. I was able to walk in the life of the man who inspired me to be a historian and gain a huge amount of knowledge along the way. It was truly a great trip, and I fill very privileged to have gone.
Perhaps it is fitting to end this post with a promise. As I left the Abbey, I lite a candle for Edward and his wife, Philippa. As I turned to leave, I whispered to Edward's spirit. "You haven't seen the last of me my friend. I will return."