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History has not been kind to Alice Perrers, the notorious mistress of King Edward III. Scholars and contemporaries alike have deemed her a manipulative woman who used her great beauty and sensuality to take advantage of an aging and increasingly senile king. But who was the woman behind the scandal? A cold-hearted opportunist or someone fighting for her very survival?

Like most girls of her era Alice is taught obedience in all things. At the age of fourteen she marries the man ...

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Overview

History has not been kind to Alice Perrers, the notorious mistress of King Edward III. Scholars and contemporaries alike have deemed her a manipulative woman who used her great beauty and sensuality to take advantage of an aging and increasingly senile king. But who was the woman behind the scandal? A cold-hearted opportunist or someone fighting for her very survival?

Like most girls of her era Alice is taught obedience in all things. At the age of fourteen she marries the man her father chooses for her, dutifully accepting the cost of being torn from the family she holds so dear and losing the love of her mother forever. Despite these heartbreaks Alice finds that merchant Janyn Perrers is a good and loving husband and the two settle into a happy life together. Their bliss is short-lived, however, unraveled the dark day a messenger appears at Alice's door and notifies her of Janyn's sudden disappearance.

In the wake of this tragedy, Alice learns that her husband kept many dangerous secrets—secrets that result in a price on her own head and that of her beloved daughter. Her only chance to survive lies in the protection of King Edward and Queen Philippa, but she therefore must live at court as a virtual prisoner. When she is singled out by the king for more than just royal patronage, the stakes are raised. Disobeying Edward is not an option, not when her family is at risk, but the court is full of ambitious men and women, many of whom will stop at nothing to see her fall fron grace. The whispers and gossip abound, isolating Alice, who finds unexpected solace in her love for the king.

Emma Campion paints a colorful and thrilling portrait of the court of Edward III—with all of its extravagance, scandalous love affairs, political machinations, and murder—and the devastating results of being singled out by the royal family. At the center of the storm is Alice, surviving by her wits in this dangerous world where the choices are not always of her own making. Emma Campion's dazzling novel shows that there is always another side to the story.

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Editorial Reviews

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"A medieval lover's dream novel…the vibrant backdrop and depth of historical details place Campion in the same league as Sharon Kay Penman and Alison Weir."—Romantic Times

"A dynamic fictionalization of the life of Alice Salisbury...an empathetic but realistic portrait of a colorful and, if Campion is to be believed, misunderstood woman."— Publishers Weekly

"In THE KING’S MISTRESS, Alice Perrers at last comes into her own as a keen observer, not a villain, of English history. The High Middle Ages, the role of women, court intrigue, lust and love, all come alive through Alice's eyes. Yet the panoply of powerful people flaunting their influence and toying with other people's lives sounds amazingly modern. This is a rich novel to enjoy and ponder." —Karen Harper, author of The First Princess of Wales
 
"From her beginnings as a merchant's wife to her life as King Edward III's powerful mistress, Alice Perrers comes alive in Emma Campion's richly imagined novel. Beautifully written and utterly absorbing, this is an epic story you won't want to put down!" —Michelle Moran, author of Cleopatra's Daughter
 
"From the mercantile riches of early medieval London to the halls of intrigue in Westminster, Emma Campion weaves a sweeping, sumptuous account of a tumultuous era and of an irresistibly fallible woman, whose bold rise to power comes at an extraordinary price." —C.W. Gortner, author of The Last Queen and The Confessions of Catherine De Medici
 
"A fascinating, extensively researched look at a much maligned woman. Emma Campion does Alice Perrers the same service that Anya Seton did for Katherine Swynford." —Susan Higginbotham, author of The Stolen Crown
 
"THE KING’S MISTRESS is an extraordinary novel, exquisitely detailed, epic in proportion, and as lush as the fabrics Emma Campion's Alice Perrers chooses for the queen." —Kate Emerson, author of Secrets of the Tudor Court: Between Two Queens
 
"Arguably the most notorious 'wicked woman' of the fourteenth century, Alice Perrers has been loathed throughout history as a greedy, manipulative harlot.  Emma Campion explores the life of an infamous villainess with skill and understanding, stripping away the layers to reveal the very human, vulnerable woman beneath. Well researched and beautifully written, THE KING’S MISTRESS will give readers much to think about even after they have read the last page." —Ella March Chase, author of The Virgin Queen's Daughter

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307589262
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/24/2011
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 305,861
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

EMMA CAMPION did her graduate work in medieval and Anglo-Saxon literature and is the world's foremost scholar on Alice Perrers. She lives in Seattle.

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Right as oure firste lettre is now an A,
In beaute first so stood she, makeles.
Hire goodly loking gladed al the prees.
Nas nevere yet seyn thyng to ben preysed derre,
Nor under cloude blak so bright a sterre
  
-GEOFFREY CHAUCER, Troilus and Criseyde, I, 171-175  

When had I a choice to be other than I was? Should I have been more selfish, more stubborn, more rebellious? Have I been too compliant, too quick to give the men in my life what they thought they wanted? Am I a fallen woman, or am I an obedient handmaiden? As a female I was acceptable only as a virginal daughter, a wife, or a widow - unless, of course, I took vows. I have been all three - daughter, wife, widow-and one other, mistress.  

My lover is now long dead, and I sense death drawing near for me. I write this for my children, praying that they might understand.  

I began my life in a quite acceptable fashion, but the royal family laid such snares in my path that those who would throw the first stone are certain that I can never right myself even now. Yet when had I a choice to be other than I was? This is the argument of my life.  

1355  

During the week our parish church of St. Antonin on Watling Street, east of St. Paul's in London, hummed with chantry masses. Ourshad long been a parish of wealthy merchants in London who worshipped under thestricture of Christ's teaching that it was easier for a camel to go through theeye of a needle than for a rich man to gain the kingdom of God, and so they bequeathed great sums for masses to be said for their souls after death. The chantry priests were kept busy with almost continuous prayers, for it was an old parish and had buried many wealthy men and their wives, anxious forredemption.  

I loved to spend time in St. Antonin's on ordinary days. It was the only place I had permission to go without a companion, a guardian, and I felt safe there. The priests' murmured prayers embraced me, and the familiar paintings and statues of our Savior, His Blessed Mother, and the saints reminded me that as long as I said my prayers and obeyed my elders I need never fear the devil. I was happily naïve, an innocent in the ways of the world.  

On Sundays and important feasts the atmosphere of the little church lacked this womb like comfort, for on those days all parishioners except the bedridden attended Mass. The wealthy merchants flaunted their success by parading with their elegantly dressed families, while the gossips made note of any changes in the attendance or indeed in the attendees - a swollenlip, a swollen belly hiding beneath an uncharacteristically voluminous skirt, an outrageously expensive new headdress - so that all observations might bedebated and settled after the service and for days to come. I basked in the light of my handsome family on these busier days.  

I must have long been aware that on Sundays St. Antonin's was also a marriage market, but with that gift we have as children for ignoring what does not affect or fascinate us I had paid no attention to that aspect of the day. Until it was my turn.  

I begin my story with my first appearance as a vendiblein that place that was my sanctuary during the week. It was the autumn after my thirteenth birthday.  

It had come as no surprise to me that I was expected to wed at a suitable age. I have no memory of a time when I had not understoodt hat as a girl my worth to the family was my marriageability, either to a mortal man or to Christ, and my parents had never spoken of the possibility of my entering a nunnery. Father was a respected member of his guild, a trader in fine cloth and jewels, and a partner in a shipping concern. My marriage should bring him even greater prosperity, or status, or, preferably, both.  

I suited my parents' plans. I was pretty, well formed, well behaved, quick witted but not openly opinionated. As presentable as Father's luxury wares. I was willing and eager to be betrothed, believing that my life would only then begin; and the outcome of the Sunday I am about to recount certainly shaped the rest of my life, for good or ill.  

That my moon cycle had recently begun had been fairwarning to me that my parents would begin to discuss my betrothal to someone of use to the family. But I had not expected them to take action quite so soon. Mother explained to me in her usual chilly wise that I was now of an age to assume my role in the family, to link it with another successful merchant family, and therefore she saw no reason to delay.  

"The money we have spent for the grammar school you attend is better spent elsewhere. You shall not return to it."  

She did not willingly waste anything, particularly affection, on me, saving that for my brother John, the eldest. Indeed, she had declared her milk used up by nursing him, and before my birth engaged a wetnurse. My two younger siblings had in their turn been handed over to wetnurses, and when weaned we were all cared for by Nan, a servant who saw to our every need with affection and devotion-but she could not entirely make up forMother's indifference.  

Father was my champion. He had insisted on my time at the grammar school, and, unbeknownst to Mother, had also taught me much about thequalities and grades of cloth, as well as how to negotiate a good price and keep accounts. With his encouragement I often hid behind the curtained doorway in our home's undercroft, where he stored and displayed his merchandise, and listened to his negotiations with customers; afterward he would explain histactics. He seemed to enjoy my precocious suggestions. I enjoyed sharing thissecret endeavor with Father and told no one about it, not even my best friend Geoffrey Chaucer.  

On that fateful Sunday, I sensed that the household woke holding its collective breath. Father nervously whistled and twice asked Nan the whereabouts of his boots as he paced in the hall. John was ready early and restless as well.  

My gown and surcoat had been made for me from Mother's latest castoffs, an azure gown-of escarlatte, the finest wool-and a green surcoat. Unlike her usual instructions to make my gown shapeless, she'd had hermaid fit this one to my blooming breasts and slender waist. Nan's hands trembled as she dressed me with the help of another maid, who was also subdued. No doubt they were anxious that Mother should judge my attire satisfactory and notfind occasion for an angry outburst.  

Although I sat quite still while Nan combed my hair I was aquiver with anxiety. I distracted myself by trying to divine what prosperous merchant Father would favor for me. I knew he would not content himself with the most handsome man with the sweetest temperament, for the goal of my marriage was an alliance of our successful house with another, preferably even grander, one. Nor could I hope for someone my own age.  

I had once thought that my best friend Geoffrey might be the one, but his parents had recently sent him off to serve as a page in anoble household. Seeing my disappointment, Father had reminded me that though the Chaucers were sufficiently wealthy and respectable, their son was but thirteen years old. Before he might wed, a young man must have a position or inheritance that could support a household, and Geoffrey had neither.  

I was distracted from my brooding when Nan motioned forme to turn around so she might check that all was buttoned and tucked. She clapped her hands as I spun about, but when I turned to face her again I sawthat she was crying.  

"Nan, what is wrong?"  

"You will have a dozen marriage proposals by evening and be wed by Christmas," she cried. "And then I'll not see you again. You'll forget your old Nan."  

I hugged her so tightly she squealed and pushed away."I love you too much to forget you," I said, and meant it with all my heart.  

"You will undo all my work," she protested, but I could see that she was well pleased.   As I stepped into the hall my brother John broke off his pacing to stare, then dropped his gaze, swinging his head slightly as if looking for something on the floor.  

"What is it?" I asked.  

He looked up again, his eyes drawn to my now-flushed face, then my long neck, which was quite bare.  

"I hardly know you, dressed so," he mumbled, turning toward Father, who had joined us.  

"For pity's sake, Alice, do not bite your lip." Father drew me aside. "You have nothing to fret about. This is your day to revel in your youth and beauty, eh?" He took one of my hands and bowed toit, kissed it, then stepped back to have a good look at me.

"God's blood," he swore under his breath. He did not smile, but neither did he frown.

"Do I look beautiful, Father?" I asked, confused by his expression.  

"You do indeed. Your mother will be proud of you today. We all will be."  

"Now will you tell me who will be watching me mostclosely as I pray today, Father? I know you have spoken to someone."  

He took off his hat and dabbed his forehead, sweatingdespite the chill in the hall. "You will see him soon enough, Alice, soon enough. Walk meekly and smile sweetly to those who greet you. It will be all the better if there are suitors in reserve, eh?"  

He raised his hand to pat my shoulder, as was his wont, but suddenly corrected himself and dropped it. I realized that, like John, hefound me changed and somehow untouchable. I felt hot and sick and wanted to flee.  

But Mother had just entered the hall from the solar above. She paused at the door with such an air of grace and command that I felt as if I were my five-year-old sister Mary, grimy and underfoot.  

"Walk toward me," Mother commanded.  

I did so, shivering under her hard scrutiny.  

"Turn around."  

Again I obeyed as if I were a doll she manipulated from afar.  

She sighed. "We have no time to fuss. There is no remedy."  

"Margery, what are you saying? Alice looks lovely," Father protested.  

"You would think so," Mother said with a withering look at him. "I can only hope that your chosen prey thinks likewise."  

Was it possible she was as much in the dark as I regarding Father's choice?  

"Come, John, Will." She sighed at my little brother's mussed hair. "Where is Nan? Has she not finished dressing Mary?"  

Mother did not look my way again. I stood in the hall, embarrassed and feeling discarded. It was Nan, dear Nan, who saved the day for me.  

Placing Mary's dimpled hand in mine, she said, "Tell your sister what you told me, Mary."  

As I looked into my little sister's wide eyes, I realized that I was seeing love, admiration, all that I had hoped to see in the eyes of my parents and John.  

"You are so beautiful," Mary declared. "I want to look just like you when I grow up."  

Tempted to reach down and press the dear child to my heart, I forced myself to be satisfied with a peck on her momentarily clean cheek and a press of her hand.  

"Will you walk with me to church, my lady Mary?" I asked, and my heart melted at the delight in her eyes.  

"You are beautiful as a spring dawn," Nan whispered."Your mother does not like to be outshone, while your father has realized his daughter is about to leave his household. Do not judge them for their simple feelings, Alice."  

And so I relaxed, once more noticing how soft the escarlatte felt against my skin, how it draped with such a liquid weight and movement that I felt graceful.  

I bent to Mary. "Hold your head high, little sister. The Salisbury girls will turn all other heads this morning. You look so pretty in your gown."  

Once the family was assembled in the hall I took my cloak from the peg on the wall, but Mother shook her head and handed me one of herown, gray, lined in gris, a fine fur made from the winter hides of squirrels-only the lovely backs. On her it was more of a short cape, but itreached below my knees and felt wonderfully soft and caressing.  

"Take it off as you enter the nave," she instructed. "I do not want to have wasted the fine cloth of your robe byhiding it beneath a cloak. I purposed to show that your body is ready forbearing children."  

Her words embarrassed me, as if I were about to parade naked through the city. I must have had tears in my eyes, because Father patted me on the shoulder-now sufficiently covered-and whispered that Mother had a headache and did not mean to be curt.  

I nodded to Mary and grasped the hand that she offered me. "Let us be gone!" I said with forced cheer.  

It fooled Mary, and she giggled and hopped along beside me as I headed toward the door. Will suddenly charged ahead and opened it with a sweeping bow. Now I, too, giggled and was grateful for my younger siblings.  

The autumn morning was damp with a river mist that would rise by midday but for the moment made me glad of the gris lining in the cloak. Such a damp, chilly morning usually inspired complaints on my part, but today it was comforting, as if I could be private a little longer. I tried to remind myself that I was merely on display to potential suitors. It might be a year or more before I walked to the church porch to be wed. But I could not shake the sense of stepping off the edge of the world known to me and into a void without boundary, without bottom. I shivered and pulled the cloak tighter round me withmy free hand.  

Mary still skipped along beside me. I pressed her hand, wondering how often I would see her once I was a wife, how much of her life I would know.

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Reading Group Guide

1. Alice’s early interactions with Gwen and Dame Agnes teach her crucial lessons in being the mistress of a household. What would you say she learned? How does her relationship with Gwen develop over the course of the book? With Dame Agnes?

2. Despite the rift it causes between Alice and her parents, her marriage to Janyn Perrers brings her great joy. How does Alice mature during her years with Janyn? What aspects of her role as a married woman and a merchant’s wife does she most appreciate? If you were in her shoes, how would you feel about being summoned to court as one of Queen Philippa’s ladies?

3. The patronage of Isabella, the dowager queen, is profitable to the Perrers family, but at great cost. Do you imagine that Janyn’s family had much choice in their relationship with Isabella? How do you feel about Janyn’s marrying and starting a family despite the risks? Do you believe he comprehended the danger he might bring to Alice and Bella? Had Janyn confided in Alice once they were wed, do you think things would have turned out differently? How do you think you would feel to have such a third party in your marriage? Would how powerful the person was make a difference?

4. Dom Hanneye, Richard Lyons, and William Wykeham, Bishop of Winchester, prove to be Alice’s loyal friends. What is it about her that inspires their loyalty and respect? What does she give them in return?

5. King Edward takes his time luring Alice. What is it about him that attracts her—the compliment of his attention? His power? Do you think she loves him? Was there a point at which you thought she should leave him?

6. Anya Seton depicted John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, as a romantic hero in Katherine, but he was the subject of much animosity in the kingdom. Why does Alice distrust him? Do you find his behavior toward her when she’s up against parliament understandable?

7. William Wyndsor’s attentions toward Alice are nothing out of the ordinary—mere court flirtation at first. But Alice grows wary of him. Why? Some might have thought his attentions wonderfully, romantically persistent. Why does Alice question his motives? Why is she so angry about his relationship with her son?

8. Joan of Kent offers Alice friendship and advice on survival at court. Why do you suppose she befriends Alice? Do you think that she is sincere when she tells Alice that Prince Edward and John of Gaunt are her loyal friends? Do you feel Joan remains loyal to Alice? Do you feel she is to blame for John of Gaunt’s “solution” regarding Alice’s marital status after King Edward’s death?

9. King Edward relies on Richard Lyons and Alice Perrers to advise him on business and finance. Queen Philippa says she wishes Alice to teach her about merchant society in London, remembering the very close connection between the wealthy merchants and the aristocracy her parents had found crucial for their political strength in Hainault. Why, then, are Richard and Alice so distrusted by parliament? Alice herself doesn’t figure this out until it is too late—what is it that she comes to understand about their resentment and distrust? Why is she so hated by the people of London for her role as Lady of the Sun?

10. The king increasingly depends on loans from Richard Lyons and other foreigners to finance his war. But the London merchants resent the foreign merchants—why? During the peasants’ revolt, why are Richard and other Flemings singled out by the mob? Why would the monk Thomas Walsingham, in his chronicle, choose to insult Alice by claiming she was the mistress of a Lombard?

11. Telling a story in first person creates a relationship between the narrator and the reader much like that in actual conversation. As with anyone telling you their story, you must decide for yourself how candid they’re being, how reliable a narrator. As Alice tells her story, what do you feel she leaves out? Do you feel she holds back her emotions, her anger? If so, why do you think she would do so?

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  • Posted July 17, 2010

    An original, alternative view of Alice Perrers, Mistress of King Edward III

    Ms. Emma Campion's book "The King's Mistress" challenges traditional negative thinking about Alice Perrers. Traditionally, scholars have asserted that Alice was manipulative and greedy, whereas this book paints a very different picture. Campion provides an alternative view as to how Alice became the King's mistress and endured, both politically and personally. I could hardly wait to learn the fate of Alice and whether she survived years of ruthless political intrigues and royal power plays. I loved this well written book and felt it was an excellent use of rich historical facts, enlivened by an intriguing plot.

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  • Posted January 18, 2011

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    New reader to historical fiction...loved it.

    I would give this book a 4.5. I would have given it a 5 but the last 50 or so pages I could barely make it through. I understand the importance of those pages because they tie up every last tid bit for the book but it wasn't attention grabbing. This is the first historical fiction I have read, and I must say I loved it and will contunie to read this type of books. I feel for Alice's character. Being married at 14 and throwing her heart into that marriage, then finding out that marriage will determine the rest of your life. I give it to her for making the best she could out of every sitution that she was put in. She did what she thought was best for her and her children's future and in alot of the situtions she was put in she didn't really have a choice being not of noble blood, but she still did what she could to better the sitution. I liked that this was just one book, not a series of books. Most of the YA books I read have book after book, so it was nice to know I only had to read one book to have the full story!

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  • Posted August 31, 2010

    King's Mistress - Great

    This book holds your attention. While it is a novel, it gives some insight into the era surrounding those times. I was happy to forward it to a friend to read. I am sure she will enjoy it as much as I di.

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    Posted September 7, 2011

    Great read! A real page turner!

    At the beginning of the novel, it cam seem a little slow, but trust me it gets so much better. From the moment she firts get married, all the way to the end. Campion's style of writing, as well as her grammar was very fit for this novel and time period. I really felt like I knew who Alice is, was, and forever shall be.

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  • Posted August 27, 2011

    LOVED IT!

    FINALLY! I've been wanting to read a book that is addictive and here it is. I haven't read a book in a really long time that I didn't want to put down- that I was excited to read when I got home from work. Alice is a great main character. I liked that there weren't so many different names and titles that it got confusing to keep track of. Alice was a relate-able main character and I wasn't disappointed in the ending. It did kind of "skim over" some big chunks of time but I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything; that period of time was just uneventful and would have been a waste anyway. I am a HUGE historical fiction fan and this ranks right up there among my favorites.

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  • Posted August 20, 2011

    Fun read.

    While this is complet ely fanciful, it is fun.

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