The Lady and the Unicorn

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"A set of bewitching medieval tapestries hangs today in a protected chamber in Paris. They appear to portray a woman's seduction of a unicorn, but the story behind their making is unknown - until now." "Paris, 1490. A shrewd French nobleman commissions six lavish tapestries celebrating his rising status at Court. He hires the charismatic, arrogant, sublimely talented Nicolas des Innocents to design them. Nicolas creates havoc among the women in the house - mother and daughter, servant and lady-in-waiting - before taking his designs north to the
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"A set of bewitching medieval tapestries hangs today in a protected chamber in Paris. They appear to portray a woman's seduction of a unicorn, but the story behind their making is unknown - until now." "Paris, 1490. A shrewd French nobleman commissions six lavish tapestries celebrating his rising status at Court. He hires the charismatic, arrogant, sublimely talented Nicolas des Innocents to design them. Nicolas creates havoc among the women in the house - mother and daughter, servant and lady-in-waiting - before taking his designs north to the Brussels workshop where the tapestries are to be woven." "There, master-weaver Georges de la Chapelle risks everything he has on finishing the tapestries - his finest, most intricate work - on time for his exacting French client. Ill-prepared for temptation and seduction, he and his family are consumed by the project and by their dealings with the full-blooded painter from Paris." The results change all their lives - lives that have been captured in the tapestries, for those who know where to look.
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In her fourth novel (after Virgin Blue, Girl with a Pearl Earring, and Falling Angels), Tracy Chevalier returns to her most successful format, spinning a lush, rich back story behind a famous masterpiece about which little is known. While it compares favorably with her acclaimed masterpiece, Girl with a Pearl Earring, this beautifully imagined and boldly told novel stands proudly on its own merits. Chevalier's greatest strengths as a writer come from her keen ability to re-create a time and place, in this case 15th-century France and Belgium. She interweaves narratives of the painter who conceived the six famous images, the tapissier who weaved them onto cloth, and the women in both artists' lives to create a magnificent historical novel that brings to life the enigmatic ladies of the tapestries, imagining their identities and circumstances, as well as the meaning of the tapestries about which little is actually known. This is rich territory for a writer to mine, and Chevalier shows all the impressive strengths of her previous novels. Wonderfully written, freshly conceived, and rich in the details of medieval life, The Lady and the Unicorn is another literary gem from one of our most successful and imaginative writers of historical fiction.
The New York Times Book Review
As she did in ''Girl With a Pearl Earring,'' her best-selling novel about a housemaid acting as a model for Johannes Vermeer, Tracy Chevalier uses this new book to imagine fictional circumstances for the creation of an actual work of art. ....Although the premise of ''The Lady and the Unicorn'' superficially resembles that of ''Girl With a Pearl Earring,'' the more important similarity lies in their author's ability to populate a period setting with subtly rendered, surprisingly complex characters. — Wendy Smith
The Washington Post
Chevalier invites readers to step into the richly imagined world of an actual work of art -- an invitation they would be foolish to decline, considering her success with Girl with a Pearl Earring. With great insight, invention and a remarkable eye for detail, Chevalier breathes life into artists and artisans, their subjects and surroundings and, most important, their magnificent creations. — Deborah Davis
The New York Times
Tracy Chevalier's approach to fiction is so methodical that she threatens to turn writing about art into a science. Her latest novel, like her Girl With a Pearl Earring, selects a masterpiece and then weaves a story to describe its provenance.

In the case of The Lady and the Unicorn, Ms. Chevalier quite literally goes to the loom: tapestry-weaving provides her inspiration this time. The book takes its title from the famous series of medieval tapestries at the Musée National du Moyen Âge in Paris. Conveniently, not much is known about their origins. So Ms. Chevalier begins with the name of the family that commissioned them and with the symbolic import of the unicorn's horn. She's off and running from there. — Janet Maslin

Publishers Weekly
Chevalier, whose bestselling Girl with a Pearl Earring showed how a picture can inspire thousands of words, yokes her limpid, quietly enthralling storytelling to the six Lady and the Unicorn tapestries that hang in the Museum of the Middle Ages in Paris. As with her Vermeer novel, she takes full creative advantage of the mystery that shrouds an extraordinary collaborative work of art. Building on the little that is known or surmised-in this case that the tapestries were most likely commissioned by the French noble Jean Le Viste and made in a workshop in Brussels at the end of the 15th century-she imagines her way into a lost world. We are introduced to Nicholas des Innocents, the handsome, irrepressibly seductive artist who designed the works for the cold Le Viste, a rich, grim social climber who bought his way into the nobility and cares more about impressing the king and his court than pleasing the wife who has disappointed him by bearing three girls and no sons. Le Viste's wife, Genevi ve, tells Nicholas to create scenes with a unicorn but Nicholas's love of women-and especially of Genevi ve's beautiful daughter Claude-inspires the extraordinary faces and gestures of the women he depicts. A great romance unfolds. What makes the tale enthralling are the details Chevalier offers about the social customs of the time and, especially, the craft of weaving as it was practiced in Brussels. There are psychological anachronisms: would a young woman in medieval times express her pent-up frustrations by cutting herself as some teenage girls do today? Yet the genuine drama Chevalier orchestrates as the weavers race to complete the tapestries, and the deft way she herself weaves together each separate story strand, results in a work of genuine power and beauty. And yes, readers will inevitably think about what a gorgeous movie this would make. (Jan.) Forecast: If any of Chevalier's novels has a chance to match the success of Girl with a Pearl Earring, it's this one. Expect it to rise fast on bestseller lists. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Chevalier (Girl with the Pearl Earring) has once again taken artworks beautiful beyond words and woven them into an enchanting novel. Adding to the audio weave are the masculine (read by Robert Blumenfeld) and feminine voices (performed by Terry Donnelly) and wonderful touches used to create tension as the somewhat slow story moves along. Most importantly, Chevalier deftly plays on the legend of the unicorn laying its head in the virgin's lap, as artist Nicolas des Innocents uses the myth to entice women to surrender their maidenhood. While nothing is known of the person who really designed these tapestries, the novel presents a convincing portrait based on period documents. Informative and enchanting, this is highly recommended for all libraries.-Rochelle Ratner, formerly with Soho Weekly News, New York Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-This fanciful, engaging tale of the making of the famous unicorn tapestries is woven together as cleverly as the artworks themselves. Dynamic Nicolas des Innocents is proud of his skill as a painter and of his sexual prowess, and displays both at every opportunity. Always in need of funds, he persuades Jean Le Viste, a powerful Parisian nobleman, to commission a series of six tapestry designs of Nicolas's choosing: scenes focused on the unicorn, a fabled symbol of male virility and mysterious powers. Jean's pious wife colludes with the artist, as do her daughter and her lady-in-waiting. Nicolas courts them all. He journeys to Brussels, where his fate becomes intertwined with the family weaving the tapestries, but most of all their daughter, Alienor, whose blindness dooms her to betrothal to a brutish wool dyer. The "family" also includes the workers who assist them, one of whom, shy Philippe, secretly adores Alienor. The deadline for completion of the tapestries is moved up, and tension increases as all concentrate on the task. The major characters' reactions to their world-early 1490s France-are revealed, like the tapestries being woven, a little at a time. The French court and its aristocracy; Flemish weavers, their work ethic, and their powerful guild-all are delineated with the consummate skill Chevalier brought to Girl with a Pearl Earring (Dutton, 2000).-Molly Connally, Chantilly Regional Library, VA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A delightful historical imagines the creation of the most famous medieval tapestries ever woven. In the Cluny Museum in Paris hang six tapestries depicting a lady and a unicorn. Art historians speculate (based on the style and the coat of arms displayed prominently throughout) that the tapestries were woven around 1500 for the Le Viste family, but little else is known about them with any certainty. Chevalier (The Virgin Blue, p. 767, etc.) steps in to supply a history, envisioning one Nicolas des Innocents, a Parisian miniaturist of the 14th century, as the one commissioned by Jean Le Viste to create a set of hangings for a townhouse on the rue du Four. An ambitious social climber, Jean was eager to make a name for himself as a patron of the arts. Here, he originally requests works depicting the Battle of Nancy, but his wife, the pious and strong-willed Genevieve de Nanterre, conspires with Nicolas to change the subject to an allegorical representation of a lady seducing a unicorn. That's easy work for Nicolas, a thoroughgoing cad who has already impregnated one of the maids in the Le Viste household and soon sets off in shameless pursuit of Jean's beautiful daughter Claude. The artistic temperament's licenses are not widely condoned in medieval France, however, and Genevieve quickly puts the passionate Claude under lock and key and threatens to marry Nicolas off to her plain lady-in-waiting, Beatrice. Eventually, the lovelorn Nicolas (who ends up modeling the lady in the tapestries on Claude) is sent off himself, to Brussels, to collaborate with master weaver Georges de la Chapelle. What's the end result of all this (apart from the tapestries)? Let's just say that a labor of loveinvariably costs more than a bit of one's heart. Marvelously imagined and sharply constructed, with a good feel for the people and the era: a fascinating portrait of the intersection of life and art. Agent: Deborah Schneider/Gelfman Schneider
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780007172283
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/1/2003
  • Pages: 256

Meet the Author

Tracy Chevalier

"I was born and grew up in Washington, DC. After getting a BA in English from Oberlin College (Ohio), I moved to London, England in 1984. I intended to stay 6 months; I’m still here.

"As a kid I’d often said I wanted to be a writer because I loved books and wanted to be associated with them. I wrote the odd story in high school, but it was only in my twenties that I started writing ‘real’ stories, at night and on weekends. Sometimes I wrote a story in a couple evenings; other times it took me a whole year to complete one.

"Once I took a night class in creative writing, and a story I’d written for it was published in a London-based magazine called Fiction. I was thrilled, even though the magazine folded 4 months later.

I worked as a reference book editor for several years until 1993 when I left my job and did a year-long MA in creative writing at the University of East Anglia in Norwich (England). My tutors were the English novelists Malcolm Bradbury and Rose Tremain. For the first time in my life I was expected to write every day, and I found I liked it. I also finally had an idea I considered ‘big’ enough to fill a novel. I began The Virgin Blue during that year, and continued it once the course was over, juggling writing with freelance editing.

"An agent is essential to getting published. I found my agent Jonny Geller through dumb luck and good timing. A friend from the MA course had just signed on with him and I sent my manuscript of The Virgin Blue mentioning my friend’s name. Jonny was just starting as an agent and needed me as much as I needed him. Since then he’s become a highly respected agent in the UK and I’ve gone along for the ride."

Tracy Chevalier is the New York Times bestselling author of six previous novels, including Girl with a Pearl Earring, which has been translated into thirty-nine languages and made into an Oscar-nominated film. Her latest novel is The Last Runaway. Born and raised in Washington, D.C., she lives in London with her husband and son.

Biography

Tracy Chevalier first gained attention by imagining the answer to one of art history's small but intriguing questions: Who is the subject of Johannes Vermeer's painting "Girl with a Pearl Earring"?

It was a bold move on Chevalier's part to build a story around the somewhat mysterious 17th-century Dutch painter and his unassuming but luminous subject; but the author's purist approach helped set the tone. "I decided early on that I wanted [Girl] to be a simple story, simply told, and to imitate with words what Vermeer was doing with paint," Chevalier told her college's alumni magazine. "That may sound unbelievably pretentious, but I didn't mean it as 'I can do Vermeer in words.' I wanted to write it in a way that Vermeer would have painted: very simple lines, simple compositions, not a lot of clutter, and not a lot of superfluous characters."

Chevalier achieved her objective expertly, helped by the fact that she employed the famous Girl as narrator of the story. Sixteen-year-old Griet becomes a maid in Vermeer's tumultuous household, developing an apprentice relationship with the painter while drawing attention from other men and jealousy from women. Praise for the novel poured in: "Chevalier's exploration into the soul of this complex but naïve young woman is moving, and her depiction of 17th-century Delft is marvelously evocative," wrote the New York Times Book Review. The Wall Street Journal called it "vibrant and sumptuous."

Girl with a Pearl Earring was not Chevalier's first exploration of the past. In The Virgin Blue, her U.K.-published first novel (due for a U.S. edition in 2003), her modern-day character Ella Turner goes back to 16th-century France in order to revisit her family history. As a result, she finds parallels between herself and a troubled ancestor -- a woman whose fate had been unknown until Ella discovers it.

With 2001's Falling Angels, Chevalier -- a former reference book editor who began her fiction career by enrolling in the graduate writing program at University of East Anglia -- continued to tell stories of women in the past. But she has been open about the fact that compared to writing Girl with a Pearl Earring, the "nightmare" creating of her third novel was difficult and fraught with complications, even tears. The pressure of her previous success, coupled with a first draft that wasn't working out, made Chevalier want to abandon the effort altogether. Then, reading Barbara Kingsolver's The Poisonwood Bible led Chevalier to change her approach. "[Kingsolver] did such a fantastic job using different voices and I thought, with Falling Angels, I've told it in the wrong way," Chevalier told Bookpage magazine. "I wanted it to have lots of perspective."

With that, Chevalier began a rewrite of her tale about two families in the first decade of 20th-century London. With more than ten narrators (some more prominent than others), Falling Angels has perspective in spades and lots to maintain interest over its relatively brief span: a marriage in trouble, a girlhood friendship born at Highgate Cemetery, a woman's introduction to the suffragette movement. A spirited, fast-paced story, Falling Angels again earned critical praise. "This moving, bittersweet book flaunts Chevalier's gift for creating complex characters and an engaging plot," Book magazine concluded.

Chevalier continues to pursue her fascination with art and history in her fourth novel, on which she is currently at work. According to Oberlin Alumni Magazine, she is basing the book on the Lady and the Unicorn medieval tapestries that hang in Paris's Cluny Museum.

Good To Know

Chevalier's interest in Vermeer extends beyond a fascination with one painting. "I have always loved Vermeer's paintings," Chevalier writes on her Web site. "One of my life goals is to view all thirty-five of them in the flesh. I've seen all but one -- ‘Young Girl Reading a Letter' -- which hangs in Dresden. There is so much mystery in each painting, in the women he depicts, so many stories suggested but not told. I wanted to tell one of them."

Chevalier moved from the States to London in 1984. "I intended to stay six months," she writes. "I'm still here." She lives near Highgate Cemetery with her husband and son.

The film version of Girl with a Pearl Earring is on the 2003 slate from Lions Gate Films, with Scarlett Johansson in the role of Griet and Colin Firth playing Vermeer.

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    1. Hometown:
      London, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 19, 1962
    2. Place of Birth:
      Washington, D.C.
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Oberlin College, 1984; M.A. in creative writing, University of East Anglia, 1994
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Nicolas des Innocents

The messenger said I was to come at once. That’s how Jean Le Viste is—he expects everyone to do what he says immediately.

And I did. I followed the messenger, stopping just briefly to clean my brushes. Commissions from Jean Le Viste can mean food on the table for weeks. Only the King says no to Jean Le Viste, and I am certainly no king.

On the other hand, how many times have I rushed across the Seine to the rue du Four, only to come back again with no commission? It’s not that Jean Le Viste is a fickle man—on the contrary, he is as sober and hard as his beloved Louis XI once was. Humorless too. I never jest with him. It’s a relief to escape his house to the nearest tavern for a drink and a laugh and a grope to restore my spirits.

He knows what he wants. But sometimes when I come to discuss yet another coat of arms to decorate the chimney, or to paint on his wife’s carriage door, or to work into a bit of stained glass for the chapel— people say the Le Viste arms are as common as horse dung—he’ll stop suddenly, shake his head, and say with a frown, “This is not needed. I should not be thinking about such commonplace matters. Go.” And I do, feeling guilty, as if I am to blame for bringing a carriage’s decoration to his attention, when it was he who called for me.

I’d been to the rue du Four house half a dozen times before. It is not a place that impresses. Even with all the fields around it, it is built as if it were in the middle of the city, with the rooms long and narrow, the walls too dark, the stables too close—the house always smells of horses. It is the sort of house a family that has bought its way into the Court would live in—grand enough but poorly placed. Jean Le Viste probably thinks he has done well to be given such a place to live, while the Court laughs behind his back. He should be living close to the King and Notre Dame, not outside the city walls in the swampy fields around Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

When I arrived the steward took me not to Jean Le Viste’s private chamber, a map-lined room where he performs duties for Court and King alongside family matters, but to the Grande Salle, where the Le Vistes receive visitors and entertain. I had never been there. It was a long room with a large hearth at the opposite end from the door and an oak table down the center. Apart from a stone coat of arms that hung on the chimney breast and another painted over the door, it was unadorned—though the ceiling was paneled with handsome carved wood.

Not so grand, I thought as I looked around. Although shutters were open, the fire hadn’t been lit and the room was chilly with its bare walls.

“Wait here for my master,” the steward said, glaring at me. In this house people either respected artists or showed their contempt.

I turned my back on him and gazed out of a narrow window where there was a clear view of the towers of Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Some say Jean Le Viste took this house so that his pious wife could step across to the church easily and often.

The door opened behind me and I turned, prepared to bow. It was only a servant girl, who smirked as she caught me half-bent. I straightened and watched as she moved across the room, banging a pail against her leg. She knelt and began to clear the fireplace of ashes.

Was she the one? I tried to remember—it had been dark that night behind the stables. She was fatter than I recalled, and sullen with her heavy brow, but her face was sweet enough. It was worth a word.

“Stay a moment,” I said when she had pulled herself up clumsily and made her way to the door. “Sit and rest your feet. I’ll tell you a story.”

The girl stopped with a jolt. “You mean the story of the unicorn?”

She was the one. I opened my mouth to answer, but the girl jumped in before me. “Does the story go on to say that the woman grows big with child and may lose her place? Is that what happens?”

So that was why she was fat. I turned back to the window. “You should have taken more care.”

“I shouldn’t have listened to you, is what I should have done. I should have shoved your tongue right up your arse.”

“Out you go now, there’s a good girl. Here.” I dug into my pocket, pulled out a few coins, and threw them onto the table. “To help with the baby.”

The girl stepped across the room and spat in my face. By the time I’d wiped the spittle from my eyes she was gone. So were the coins.

Jean Le Viste came in soon after, followed by Léon Le Vieux. Most patrons use a merchant like Léon to act as middleman, haggling over terms, drawing up the contract, providing initial money and materials, making sure the work gets done. I’d already had dealings with the old merchant over coats of arms painted for a chimney breast, an Annunciation for the chamber of Jean Le Viste’s wife, and some stained glass for the chapel in their château near Lyons.

Léon is much favored by the Le Vistes. I have respect for him but I cannot like him. He is from a family that were once Jews. He makes no secret of it, but has used it to his advantage, for Jean Le Viste is also from a family much changed over time. That is why he prefers Léon—they are both outsiders who have made their way in. Of course Léon is careful to attend mass two or three times a week at Notre Dame, where many will see him, just as Jean Le Viste takes care to act the true noble, commissioning works for his house, entertaining lavishly, bowing and scraping to his King.

Léon was looking at me, smiling through his beard as if he had spotted a monkey on my back. I turned to Jean Le Viste. “Bonjour, Monseigneur. You wished to see me.” I bowed so low my head throbbed. It never hurt to bow low.

Jean Le Viste’s jaw is like a hatchet, his eyes like knife blades. They flicked around the room now, then rested on the window over my shoulder. “I want to discuss a commission with you, Nicolas des Innocents,” he said, pulling at the sleeves of his robe, which was trimmed with rabbit fur and dyed the deep red lawyers wear. “For this room.”

I glanced around the room, keeping my face clear of thoughts. It was best to be so with Jean Le Viste. “What did you have in mind, Monseigneur?”

“Tapestries.”

I noted the plural. “Perhaps a set of your coat of arms to hang either side of the door?”

Jean Le Viste grimaced. I wished I hadn’t spoken.

“I want tapestries to cover all of the walls.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

I looked around the room once again, more carefully this time. The Grande Salle was at least ten paces long and five wide. Its walls were very thick, the local stone rough and gray. Three windows were cut into one of the long walls, and the hearth took up half of one of the end walls. Tapestries to line the room could take a weaver several years.

“What would you have as the subject, Monseigneur?” I had designed one tapestry for Jean Le Viste—a coat of arms, of course. It had been simple enough, scaling up the coat of arms to tapestry size and designing a bit of background greenery around it.

Jean Le Viste folded his arms over his chest. “Last year I was made president of the Cour des Aides.”

The position meant nothing to me but I knew what I should say. “Yes, Monseigneur. That is a great honor to you and your family.”

Léon rolled his eyes to the carved ceiling, while Jean Le Viste waved his hand as if he were ridding the room of smoke. Everything I said seemed to annoy him.

“I want to celebrate the achievement with a set of tapestries. I’ve been saving this room for a special occasion.”

This time I waited.

“Of course it is essential that the family coat of arms be displayed.”

“Of course, Monseigneur.”

Then Jean Le Viste surprised me. “But not on its own. There are already many examples of the coat of arms alone, here as well as in the rest of the house.” He gestured at the arms over the door and hearth, and to some carved in the ceiling beams that I hadn’t noticed before. “No, I want it to be part of a larger scene, to reflect my place at the heart of the Court.”

“A procession, perhaps?”

“A battle.”

“A battle?”

“Yes. The Battle of Nancy.”

I kept my face thoughtful. I even smiled a little. But in truth I knew little of battles, and nothing of this one at Nancy, of who had been there, who had been killed, and who had won. I’d seen paintings of battles but never done one myself. Horses, I thought. I would need to paint at least twenty horses to cover these walls, tangled with men’s arms and legs and armor. I wondered then what had made Jean Le Viste—or Léon, more likely—choose me for this work. My reputation at the Court is as a miniaturist, painter of tiny portraits of ladies that they give men to carry. Praised for their delicacy, the miniatures are much in demand. I paint shields and ladies’ carriage doors for drink money, but my true skill is in making a face the size of my thumb, using a few boar bristles and color mixed with egg white. It needs a steady hand, and that I have, even after a long night of drinking at Le Coq d’Or. But the thought of painting twenty huge horses—I began to sweat, though the room was chilly.

“You are sure that you want the Battle of Nancy, Monseigneur,” I said. It was not quite a question.

Jean Le Viste frowned. “Why would I not be sure?”

“No reason, Monseigneur,” I answered quickly. “But they will be important works and you must be sure you have chosen what you want.” I cursed myself for my clumsy words.

Jean Le Viste snorted. “I always know what I want. I wonder at you, though—you don’t seem so keen on this work. Perhaps I should find another artist who is happier to do it.”

I bowed low again. “Oh no, Monseigneur, of course I am most honored and grateful to be asked to design such a glorious work. I am sure I am not worthy of your kindness in thinking of me. You may have no fear that I’ll put my heart and blood into these tapestries.”

Jean Le Viste nodded, as if such groveling were his due. “I’ll leave you here with Léon to discuss details and to measure the walls,” he said as he turned to go. “I will expect to see preliminary drawings just before Easter—by Maundy Thursday, with paintings by the Ascension.”

When we were alone Léon Le Vieux chuckled. “What a fool you are.”

With Léon it’s best to come straight to the point and ignore his gibes. “My fee is ten livres tournois— four now, three when I finish the drawings, and three when the paintings are done.”

“Four livres parisis,” he responded quickly. “Half when you finish the drawings, the rest when you deliver the paintings and they’re to Monseigneur’s satisfaction.”

“Absolutely not. I can’t work with no pay at the start. And my terms are in livres tournois.” It was just like Léon to try to confuse me by using Paris livres.

Léon shrugged, his eyes merry. “We are in Paris, n’est-ce pas? Shouldn’t we use livres parisis? That is what I prefer.”

“Eight livres tournois, with three now, then three and two.”

“Seven. I will give you two tomorrow, then two and three at the end.”

I changed the subject—it is always best to let the merchant wait a little. “Where will the tapestries be made?”

“North. Probably Brussels. They do the best work there.”

North? I shuddered. I once had business in Tournai and hated the flat light and suspicious people so much I vowed never to go north of Paris again. At least I wouldn’t have to do more than paint designs, and that I could do in Paris. Once they were done I would have no more to do with the making of the tapestries.

“So, what do you know about the battle at Nancy?” Léon asked.

I shrugged. “What does it matter? All battles are the same, non?”

“That’s like saying that all women are the same.”

I smiled. “I repeat—all battles are the same.”

Léon shook his head. “I pity your wife one day. Now tell me, what will you have in your tapestries?”

“Horses, men in armor, standards, pikes, swords, shields, blood.”

“What will Louis XI be wearing?”

“Armor, of course. Perhaps a special plume in his helmet. I don’t know, in truth, but I know people who can tell me that sort of thing. Someone will carry the royal standard, I expect.”

“I hope your friends are cleverer than you and will tell you that Louis XI was not at the Battle of Nancy.”

“Oh.” This was Léon Le Vieux’s way—to make a fool of all around him, excepting his patron. You did not make a fool of Jean Le Viste.

“Bon.” Léon took out some papers from his pocket and laid them on the table. “I’ve already discussed the contents of the tapestries with Monseigneur and done some measuring. You’ll need to do them more precisely, of course. Here.” He pointed to six rectangles he had roughly sketched. “There’s space for two long ones here and here, and four smaller. Here is the sequence of the battle.” He explained the battle carefully, suggesting scenes for each of the tapestries—the grouping of the two camps, the initial strike, two scenes of battle chaos, then the death of Charles the Bold, and the triumphant procession of the victors. Though I listened and made sketches of my own on the paper, part of me stood apart and wondered at what I was agreeing to do. There would be no women in these tapestries, nothing miniature and delicate, nothing that would be easy for me to paint. I would earn my fee with sweat and long hours.

“Once you’ve made the paintings,” Léon reminded me, “your work is done. I’ll take them north to the weaver, and his cartoonist will enlarge them to use for the weaving.”

I should have been pleased that I wouldn’t have to paint the horses large. Instead, however, I became protective of my work. “How do I know that this cartoonist is a proper artist? I don’t want him making a mess of my designs.”

“He won’t change what Jean Le Viste has decided on—only changes that will help the design and making of the tapestries. You haven’t done many tapestries, have you, Nicolas? Only a coat of arms, I believe.”

“Which I scaled up myself—I had no need of a cartoonist. Surely I’m capable of doing so on this commission.”

“These tapestries are a very different matter from a coat of arms. They will need a proper cartoonist. Tiens, there’s one thing I forgot to mention. You’ll need to be sure there are Le Viste coats of arms throughout the tapestries. Monseigneur will insist on that.”

“Did Monseigneur actually fight there?”

Léon laughed. “Undoubtedly Jean Le Viste was on the other side of France during the Battle of Nancy, working for the King. That doesn’t matter—just put his coat of arms on flags and shields that others carry. You may want to see some pictures of that battle and others. Go to Gérard the printer on the rue Vieille du Temple—he has a book he can show you of engravings of the Battle of Nancy. I’ll tell him to expect you. Now, I’ll leave you to your measurements. If you have problems, come and see me. And bring the drawings to me by Palm Sunday—if I want changes you’ll need enough time to get them done before Monseigneur sees them.”

Clearly Léon Le Vieux was Jean Le Viste’s eyes. I had to please him, and if he liked what he saw, Jean Le Viste would too.

I couldn’t resist a last question. “Why did you choose me for this commission?”

Léon gathered his plain brown robe about him—no fur trim for him. “I didn’t. If it were my choice I would have someone who has done more tapestries, or go direct to the weaver—they have designs in hand and can work from those. It’s cheaper and they are good at the designs.” Léon was always frank.

“Why did Jean Le Viste choose me, then?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Alors, come to me tomorrow and I’ll have the papers for you to sign, and the money.”

“I haven’t agreed to the terms yet.”

“Oh, I think you have. There are some commissions an artist doesn’t say no to. This is one of them, Nicolas des Innocents.” He gave me a look as he left.

He was right. I had been talking as if I were going to do them. Still, the terms were not bad. In fact, Léon had not haggled very hard. I wondered suddenly if his terms were still in Paris livres after all.

I turned my eyes to the walls I was to dress so sumptuously. Two months to draw and paint twenty horses and their riders! I stood at one end of the room and walked to the other, counting twelve paces, then walked across, counting six paces. Pulling a chair to one wall, I stood on it, but even reaching as high as I could, I was far from touching the ceiling. I pulled the chair back and, after hesitating a moment, stepped up onto the oak table. I reached up but was still at least my height again from the ceiling.

I was wondering where I could find a long pole to use for measuring when I heard humming behind me and turned around. A girl stood in the entrance watching me. A lovely girl—she had pale skin, a high forehead, a long nose, hair the color of honey, clear eyes. I’d not seen such a girl before. For a moment I couldn’t say anything.

“Hello, beauty,” I managed at last.

The girl laughed and hopped from one foot to the other. She was wearing a simple blue dress with a tight bodice, a square neck, and narrow sleeves. It was cut well and the wool was fine, but it was not ornate. She wore a plain scarf too, her long hair falling almost to her waist. Compared to the servant who had cleaned the fireplace, she was clearly too fine to be a maid. Perhaps a lady-in-waiting?

“The mistress of the house wishes to see you,” she said, then turned and ran away, still laughing.

I didn’t move. I’ve learned from years of experience that dogs and falcons and ladies come back to you if you stay where you are. I could hear her feet slap across the floor of the next room, then stop. After a moment the steps began again and she reappeared at the door. “Are you coming?” She was still smiling.

“I will, beauty, if you will walk with me and not hurry ahead as if I were a dragon you had to flee.”

The girl laughed. “Come,” she beckoned, and this time I hopped down from the table. I had to step quickly to keep up with her as she ran from room to room. Her skirt flapped, as if she were blown along by a secret wind. Up close she smelled of something sweet and spicy, underlined with sweat. Her mouth moved as if she were chewing something.

“What do you have in your mouth, beauty?”

“Toothache.” The girl stuck out her tongue—on its pink tip lay a clove. The sight of her tongue made me hard. I wanted to plow her.

“Ah, that must hurt.” I will suck it better. “Now, why does your mistress want to see me?”

The girl looked at me, amused. “I expect she’ll tell you herself.”

I slowed down. “Why rush? She won’t mind, will she, if you and I have a little chat along the way?”

“What do you want to talk about?” The girl turned up a round staircase.

I leapt onto the stair in front of her to stop her from climbing. “What sorts of animals do you like?”

“Animals?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as a dragon. I’d rather you thought of me as something else. Something you prefer.”

The girl thought. “A parakeet, perhaps. I do like parakeets. I have four. They eat from my hand.” She ran around me to stand on the stairs above me. She didn’t go higher. Yes, I thought. I’ve set out my wares and she’s coming for a look. Come closer, my dear, and see my plums. Squeeze them.

“Not a parakeet,” I said. “Surely you don’t think of me as a squawker and an imitator.”

“My parakeets make no noise. But anyway, you are an artist, non? Isn’t that what you do—imitate life?”

“I make things more beautiful than they are—though there are some things, my girl, that cannot be improved upon with paint.” I stepped around her and stood three steps above. I wanted to see if she would come to me.

She did. Her eyes remained clear and wide, but her mouth was twisted into a knowing smile. With her tongue she moved the clove from one cheek to the other.

I will have you, I thought. I will.

“Perhaps you’re a fox instead,” she said. “Your hair has a little red in among the brown.”

I pouted. “How can you be so cruel? Do I look devious? Would I cheat a man? Do I run sideways and never straight? Rather I’m a dog who lays himself at his mistress’s feet and is loyal to her forever.”

“Dogs want too much attention,” the girl said, “and they jump up and muddy my skirts with their paws.” She stepped around me and did not stop this time. “Come—my mistress waits. We must not keep her.”

I would have to hurry—I’d wasted too much time on other animals. “I know which animal I want to be,” I panted, running after her.

“What’s that?”

“A unicorn. Do you know of the unicorn?”

The girl snorted. She’d reached the top of the stairs and was opening the door to another room. “I know it likes to lay its head in maidens’ laps. Is that what you like to do?”

“Ah, don’t think of me so coarsely. The unicorn does something far greater than that. His horn has a special power, you see. Did you know that?”

The girl slowed down to look at me. “What does it do?”

“If a well is poisoned—”

“There’s a well!” The girl stopped and pointed out of a window to the courtyard. A younger girl was leaning over the edge of a well and looking down into it, the sun bathing her hair in gold light.

“Jeanne always does that,” the girl said. “She likes to look at her reflection.” As we watched, the girl spat into the well.

“If your well there was poisoned, beauty, or sullied such as Jeanne has just done, a unicorn could come along and dip his horn into it and it would become pure again. What do you think of that?”

The girl moved the clove around with her tongue. “What do you want me to think of it?”

“I want you to think of me as your unicorn. There are times when you’re sullied, yes, even you, beauty. Every woman is. That is Eve’s punishment. But you can be made pure again, every month, if you will only let me tend to you.” Plow you again and again until you laugh and cry. “Every month you will go back to Eden.” It was that last line that never failed when I was hunting a woman—the idea of that simple paradise seemed to snare them. They always opened their legs to me in the hope that they would find it. Perhaps some of them did.

The girl laughed, raucously this time. She was ready. I reached out to squeeze her and seal our exchange.

“Claude? Is that you? What’s taken you so long?” A door across from us had opened and a woman stood staring at us, her arms folded across her chest. I dropped my hand.

“Pardon, Maman. Here he is.” Claude stepped back and gestured at me. I bowed.

“What’s in your mouth?” the woman asked.

Claude swallowed. “Clove. For my tooth.”

“You should be chewing mint—that’s much better for toothache.”

“Yes, Maman.” Claude laughed again—probably at the look on my face. She turned and ran from the room, banging the door behind her. The room echoed with her steps.

I shuddered. I had just tried to seduce Jean Le Viste’s daughter.

In the times I’d been to the house on the rue du Four I had only ever seen the three Le Viste girls from afar—running across the courtyard, leaving on horses, walking with a group of ladies to Saint-Germain- des-Prés. Of course the girl by the well was one of them too—if I’d been paying attention I would have understood when I saw her hair and how she held herself that she and Claude were sisters. Then I would have guessed who they were and never have told Claude the story of the unicorn. But I had not been thinking about who she was—I’d been thinking about how to bed her.

Claude had only to repeat to her father what I’d said and I would be thrown out, the commission taken from me. And I would never see Claude again.

I wanted her more than ever, and not just for bedding. I wanted to lie with her at my side and talk to her, touch that mouth and hair and make her laugh. I wondered where she had run to in the house. I would never be allowed in there—not a Paris artist with a nobleman’s daughter.

I stood very still, thinking of these things. Perhaps I did so for a moment too long. The woman in the doorway moved so that the rosary hanging at her waist clicked against the buttons on her sleeve, and I stepped back from my thoughts. She was looking at me as if she’d guessed all that was going through my head. She said nothing, though, but pushed the door open and went back in. I followed.

I had painted miniatures in many ladies’ chambers—this one was not so different. There was a bed made of chestnut and hung with curtains of blue and yellow silk. There were oak chairs in a semicircle, padded with embroidered cushions. There was a side table covered with bottles and a casket for jewels and several chests for dresses. An open window framed a view of Saint- Germain-des-Prés. Gathered in the corner were her ladies-in-waiting, working on embroidery. They smiled at me as if they were one person rather than five, and I chided myself for ever thinking Claude could be one of them.

Geneviève de Nanterre—wife of Jean Le Viste and mistress of the house—sat down by the window. She had clearly once been as beautiful as her daughter. She was still a handsome woman, with a wide forehead and a delicate chin, but where Claude’s face was heart-shaped, hers had become triangular. Fifteen years as Jean Le Viste’s wife had straightened the curves, set the jaw, lined the brow. Her eyes were dark currants to Claude’s clear quinces.

In one way, at least, she outshone her daughter. Her dress was richer—cream and green brocade, intricately patterned with flowers and leaves. She wore fine jewels at her throat and her hair was braided with silk and pearls. She would never be mistaken for a lady-in-waiting—she was clearly dressed to be attended to.

“You have just been with my husband in the Grande Salle,” she said. “Discussing tapestries.”

“Yes, Madame.”

“I suppose he wants a battle.”

“Yes, Madame. The Battle of Nancy.”

“And what scenes will the tapestries display?”

“I am not sure, Madame. Monseigneur has only just told me of the tapestries. I need to sit down and sketch before I can say for certain.”

“Will there be men?”

“Certainly, Madame.”

“Horses?”

“Yes.”

“Blood?”

“Pardon, Madame?”

Geneviève de Nanterre waved her hand. “This is a battle. Will there be blood flowing from wounds?”

“I expect so, Madame. Charles the Bold will be killed, of course.”

“Have you ever been in a battle, Nicolas des Innocents?”

“No, Madame.”

“I want you to think for a moment that you are a soldier.”

“But I am a miniaturist for the Court, Madame.”

“I know that, but for a moment you are a soldier who has fought in the Battle of Nancy. You lost your arm in that battle. You are sitting in the Grande Salle as a guest of my husband and myself. Beside you is your wife, your pretty young wife who helps you with the little difficulties that arise from not having two hands—breaking bread, buckling on your sword, mounting your horse.” Geneviève de Nanterre spoke rhythmically, as if she were singing a lullaby. I began to feel I was floating down a river with no idea where I was going.

Is she a little mad? I thought.

Geneviève de Nanterre crossed her arms and turned her head to one side. “As you eat you look at the tapestries of the battle that has cost you your arm. You recognize Charles the Bold being slaughtered, your wife sees the blood spurting from his wounds. Everywhere you see Le Viste banners. But where is Jean Le Viste?”

I tried to remember what Léon had said. “Monseigneur is at the King’s side, Madame.”

“Yes. During the battle my husband and the King were snug at Court in Paris, far from Nancy. Now, as this soldier, how would you feel, knowing that Jean Le Viste was never at the Battle of Nancy, yet seeing his banners everywhere in the tapestries?”

“I would think that Monseigneur is an important man to be at the King’s side, Madame. His counsel is more important than his skills in battle.”

“Ah, that is very diplomatic of you, Nicolas. You are far more of a diplomat than my husband. But I’m afraid that is not the right answer. I want you to think carefully and tell me in truth what such a soldier would think.”

I knew now where the river of words I floated on was heading. I didn’t know what would happen once I moored.

“He would be offended, Madame. And his wife.”

Geneviève de Nanterre nodded. “Yes. There it is.”

“But that’s no reason—”

“De plus, I don’t want my daughters to look at bloody carnage while entertaining at a feast. You’ve met Claude—would you want her to stare at some gash in a horse’s side or a man with his head cut off while she’s eating?”

“No, Madame.”

“She shall not.”

In their corner the ladies-in-waiting were smirking at me. Geneviève de Nanterre had led me to just where she’d wanted. She was cleverer than most of the noblewomen I’d painted. Because of that I found I wanted to please her. That could be dangerous.

“I can’t go against Monseigneur’s wishes, ma Dame.”

Geneviève de Nanterre sat back in her chair. “Tell me, Nicolas—do you know who chose you to design these tapestries?”

“No, Madame.”

“I did.”

I stared at her. “Why, Madame?”

“I’ve seen the miniatures you do of ladies in the Court. There is something about them that you capture which pleases me.”

“What is that, Madame?”

“Their spiritual nature.”

I bowed, surprised. “Thank you, Madame.”

“Claude could do with more examples of that spiritual nature. I try, but she doesn’t listen to her mother.”

There was a pause. I shifted from one foot to the other. “What—what would you have me paint instead of a battle, Madame?”

Geneviève de Nanterre’s eyes gleamed. “A unicorn.”

I froze.

“A lady and a unicorn,” she added.

She must have heard me with Claude. She must have heard me or she wouldn’t have suggested it. Had she heard me seducing her daughter? I tried to guess from her face. She seemed pleased with herself, mischievous even. If she did know, she could tell Jean Le Viste about my attempt to seduce their daughter—if Claude hadn’t done so already—and the commission would be lost. Not only that—with a word Geneviève de Nanterre could ruin my reputation at Court and I would never paint another miniature.

I had no choice but to try to sweeten her. “Are you fond of unicorns, Madame?”

One of the ladies-in-waiting giggled. Geneviève de Nanterre frowned and the girl stopped. “I’ve never seen one, so how would I know? No, it’s Claude I am thinking of. She likes them, and it is she as the eldest child who will inherit the tapestries one day. She may as well have something she likes.”

I’d heard talk of the family sans heir, of how it must rankle Jean Le Viste not to have a son to pass on his beloved coat of arms to. The blame for having three daughters must lie heavily upon his wife. I looked at her a little more kindly. “What would you have the unicorn do, Madame?”

Geneviève de Nanterre waved a hand. “Suggest to me what he might do.”

“He could be hunted. Monseigneur might like that.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want horses and blood. And Claude wouldn’t be pleased if the unicorn were killed.”

I couldn’t risk suggesting the story of the unicorn’s magic horn. I would have to repeat Claude’s idea. “The lady might seduce the unicorn. Each tapestry could be a scene of her in the woods, tempting him with music and food and flowers, and at the end he lays his head in her lap. That is a popular story.”

“Perhaps. Of course Claude would like that. She is a girl at the beginning of her life. Yes, the virgin taming the unicorn might be the thing. Though it may pain me as much to sit among that as to be amidst a battle scene.” She said the last words almost to herself.

“Why, Madame?”

“I will be surrounded by seduction, youth, love. What is all that to me?” She tried to sound dismissive of these things, but she seemed wistful.

She doesn’t share her husband’s bed, I thought. She has had her daughters and has done her part. Not well either—no sons. Now she is shut off from him and there is nothing left for her. I was not in the habit of pitying noblewomen, with their warm fires and full bellies and their ladies to attend them. But at that moment I felt sorry for Geneviève de Nanterre. For I had a sudden vision of myself in ten years’ time—after long journeys, harsh winters, illnesses—alone in a cold bed, limbs aching, hands crabbed and unable to hold a paintbrush. At the end of my own usefulness, what would become of me? Death would be welcome then. I wondered if she thought that.

She was looking at me with her sad, clever eyes.

Something in these tapestries will be hers, I thought in a rush. They will not only be about a seduction in a forest, but about something else as well, not just a virgin but a woman who would be a virgin again, so that the tapestries are about the whole of a woman’s life, its beginning and its end. All of her choices, all in one, wound together. That was what I would do. I smiled at her.

A bell rang in the tower of Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

“Sext, ma Dame,” said one of the ladies.

“I will go to that,” Geneviève de Nanterre said. “We’ve missed the other offices, and I can’t go to Vespers this evening—I’m expected at Court with my lord.” She rose from her chair as another lady brought over the casket. She reached up, undid the clasp of her necklace, and took it off, allowing the jewels to lie glistening in her hands for a moment before they tumbled into the casket to be locked away. Her lady held out a cross dotted with pearls on a long chain, and when Geneviève de Nanterre nodded she slipped it over her mistress’s head. The other ladies began putting away their sewing and gathering their things. I knew I would be dismissed.

“Pardon, Madame, but will Monseigneur agree to unicorns rather than battles?”

Geneviève de Nanterre was rearranging the corded belt at her waist while one of the ladies unpinned her dark red overskirt so that its folds fell to the floor and covered the green and white leaves and flowers. “You will have to convince him.”

“But—surely you should tell him yourself, Madame. After all, you were able to get him to agree to have me do the designs.”

“Ah, that was easy—he cares nothing about people. One artist or another means little to him, as long as they are accepted at Court. But the subject of the commission is between him and you—I am meant to have nothing to do with it. So it is best if he hears from you.”

“Perhaps Léon Le Vieux should speak to him.”

Geneviève de Nanterre snorted. “Léon would not go against my husband’s wishes. He protects himself. He is clever but not cunning—and what is needed to convince Jean is cunning.”

I frowned at the floor. The dazzle of the designs I would make had blinded me, but now the difficulty of my place was sinking in. I would prefer to design a lady and a unicorn over a battle with its many horses, but I did not like to go against Jean Le Viste’s wishes either. Yet it seemed I had no choice. I’d been caught in a web woven between Jean Le Viste and his wife and daughter, and I didn’t know how to escape. These tapestries will bring me to grief, I thought.

“I have a cunning idea, Madame.” The lady-in-waiting who spoke was the plainest but had lively eyes that moved back and forth as she thought. “In fact, it’s a punning idea. You know how Monseigneur likes puns.”

“So he does,” Geneviève de Nanterre agreed.

“Visté means speed. The unicorn is visté, n’est-ce pas? No animal runs faster. So when we see a unicorn we think of Viste.”

“Béatrice, you’re so clever—if your idea works with my husband you may marry this Nicolas des Innocents. I will give you my blessing.”

I jerked my head. Béatrice laughed, and all the women joined her. I smiled politely. I had no idea if Geneviève de Nanterre was joking.

Still laughing, Geneviève de Nanterre led her ladies out, leaving me alone. I stood still in the quiet room. I should find a long pole and go back to the Grande Salle to begin measuring again. But it was a pleasure to stay here, with no ladies smirking at me. I could think in this room.

I looked around. There were two tapestries hanging on the walls, with the Annunciation I had painted for the room next to them. I studied the tapestries. These were of grape harvesters, men cutting the vines while women stamped on the grapes, skirts tucked high to reveal their spattered calves. They were much bigger than the painting, and with less depth. The weave made them look rough, and less fleshy and immediate than the Virgin in my painting. But they kept the room warm, and filled more of it with their vivid reds and blues.

A whole room full of these—it would be like making a little world, and one full of women rather than the horses and men of a battle. I would much prefer that, no matter how hard it would be to convince Jean Le Viste.

I glanced out of the window. Geneviève de Nanterre and Claude Le Viste were walking with their ladies toward the church, their skirts blowing about them. The sun was so bright that my eyes watered and I had to blink. When I could see again they were gone, replaced by the servant girl who carried my child. She held a basket and was plodding in the other direction.

Why did that lady-in-waiting laugh so hard at the thought of marrying me? Though I had not yet given much thought to marrying, I’d assumed I would one day have a wife to look after me when I was old. I had a good standing in the Court, steady commissions, and now these tapestries to keep me and any wife. There was no gray in my hair, I had all but two of my teeth, and I could plow thrice a night when the need arose. It was true that I was an artist and not a squire or rich merchant. But I wasn’t a blacksmith or cobbler or farmer. My hands were clean, my nails trim. Why should she laugh so?

I decided first to finish measuring the room, whatever I was to design for its walls. I needed a pole, and found the steward in the storerooms, counting out candles. He was as sour with me as before, but directed me to the stables. “You watch out with that pole,” he ordered. “Don’t go doing any damage with it.”

I smirked. “I didn’t take you for a bawd,” I said.

The steward frowned. “That’s not what I meant. But I’m not surprised that’s how you took it, you who can’t control your own rod.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. What you done to Marie-Céleste.”

Marie-Céleste—the name meant nothing.

When the steward saw my blank look he snarled, “The maid you got with child, pisspot.”

“Ah, her. She should have been more careful.”

“So should you. She’s a good girl—she deserves better than you.”

“It’s a pity about Marie-Céleste, but I’ve given her money and she’ll be all right. Now, I must get that pole.”

The steward grunted. As I turned to go, he muttered, “You watch your back, pisspot.”

I found a pole in the stables and was carrying it across the courtyard when Jean Le Viste himself came striding out of the house. He swept by without even looking at me—he must have thought I was just another servant—and I called out, “Monseigneur! A moment, please!” If I didn’t say something now I might never get another chance alone with him.

Jean Le Viste turned to see who was calling, then grunted and kept walking. I ran to catch up with him. “Please, Monseigneur, I would like to discuss the tapestries further.”

“You should talk to Léon, not me.”

“Yes, Monseigneur, but I felt that for something as important as these tapestries you should be consulted directly.” As I hurried after him, the end of the pole dipped and caught on a stone, tumbling from my hands and clattering to the ground. The whole courtyard rang with the sound. Jean Le Viste stopped and glared at me.

“I am concerned, Monseigneur,” I said hastily. “Concerned that you should have hung on your walls what others would expect from such a prominent member of Court. From a president of the Cour des Aides, no less.” I was making up words as I went along.

“What’s your point? I am busy here.”

“I have seen designs for a number of tapestries this past year commissioned by noble families from my fellow artists. All of these tapestries have one thing in common—a millefleur background.” This much was true—backgrounds of a dense pattern of flowers were popular now, particularly as weavers in the north perfected the technique.

“Flowers?” Jean Le Viste repeated, looking down at his feet as if he had just trampled upon some.

“Yes, Monseigneur.”

“There are no flowers in battles.”

“No, Monseigneur. They have not been weaving battles. Several of my colleagues have designed scenes with—with unicorns in them, Monseigneur.”

“Unicorns?”

“Yes, Monseigneur.”

Jean Le Viste looked so sceptical that I quickly added another lie that I could only hope he wouldn’t discover. “Several noble families are having them made—Jean d’Alençon, Charles de St. Émilion, Philippe de Chartres.” I tried to name families Jean Le Viste was unlikely to visit—they either lived too far away, or were too noble for the Le Vistes, or not noble enough.

“They are not having battles made,” Jean Le Viste repeated.

“No, Monseigneur.”

“Unicorns.”

“Yes, Monseigneur. They are à la mode now. And it did occur to me that a unicorn might be appropriate for your family.” I described Béatrice’s pun.

Jean Le Viste didn’t change expression, but he nodded, and that was enough. “Do you know what to have this unicorn do?”

“Yes, Monseigneur, I do.”

“All right, then. Tell Léon. And bring me the drawings before Easter.” Jean Le Viste turned to cross the courtyard. I bowed to his back.

It hadn’t been so hard to convince him as I’d thought. I had been right that Jean Le Viste would want what he thought everyone else had. But then, that is nobility without the generations of blood behind it— they imitate rather than invent. It didn’t occur to Jean Le Viste that he might gain more respect by commissioning battle tapestries when no one else had. As sure of himself as he seemed, he wouldn’t strike out on his own. As long as he didn’t find out that there were no other unicorn tapestries, I would be safe. Of course I would have to design the finest tapestries possible— tapestries that would make other families want their own, and make Jean Le Viste proud to have been the first to own such a thing.

It wasn’t just him I wanted to please, though, but his wife and daughter too. I wasn’t sure which mattered more to me—Claude’s lovely face or Geneviève’s sad one. Perhaps there was room for both in the unicorn’s wood.

That night I drank at Le Coq d’Or to celebrate the commission, and afterward slept poorly. I dreamt of unicorns and ladies surrounded by flowers, a girl chewing on a clove, another gazing at herself in a well, a lady holding jewels by a small casket, a girl feeding a falcon. It was all in a jumble that I could not set straight. It was not a nightmare, though, but a longing.

When I woke the next morning, my head was clear and I was ready to make the dreams real.

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  • Posted May 23, 2013

    I really enjoyed this book. I did not find it cheesy at all, as

    I really enjoyed this book. I did not find it cheesy at all, as one review stated. It is a little heavier on the sexual side but I reject the claim that it is "almost erotica."

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 3, 2009

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    Not As Good As Girl With A Pearl Earring

    My initial assessment of The Lady and the Unicorn remained true throughout the rest of the book: It was alright, but not the good piece of historical fiction I was expecting. The best parts were when we're taken to Brussels (home of the lissier and his family) and get inside the heads of the people who live there. Alienor was my favorite character, she's charming, stubborn, sympathetic, and independant. She makes her own future to save herself from a dismal life with a man she cannot stand. She is the true central part of this book, but she doesn't emerge until a third of the way through. If it had been more about her and her family, I think I would have liked it better.

    We're intially introduced to Jean Le Viste and his family; his daughter Claude is one of the main characters in the beginning, but a) she's not very likeable, and b) she disappears for the whole middle section of the book and only surfaces briefly once before the very end. Additionally, the character of Nicolas has some motivational problems. On one hand, he's an arogant, cheap womanizer who seduces anything with breasts and can't wait to "plow" Claude in her fathers house. On the other, he's a likeable, charming, struggling painter who saves Alienor from a life of misery. Make up your mind, fellow.

    I felt that the language was a little too obnoxious at parts, especially with the times of prayers and the holidays. Sext, May Day, Ascension Day, Candlemas? These mean nothing to me so it's hard to tell what the real passing of time is. I understand they're part of the language, so I got over it, but toward the end they resurfaced a lot. And the characters voices and language when they were talking to each other also seemed unrealistic at times.

    There's a clear plot device (petite Claude) that is meant to shock the reader; but we're not stupid and it falls flat. Overall, I wasn't a fan, nor was I wholly disappointed with this book. It wouldn't be the first one I'd recommed, but I've read worse. I'd give it 2 1/2 stars out of 5.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2008

    Almost Erotica

    Compared to Girl With a Pearl Earring, this novel is quite scandalous. There was a bit too much R-rated subject matter for a novel in this genre, but I enjoyed it anyway. Beware!! The sexual inuendos are everywhere, and on nearly every page.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2005

    excellent novel

    I was very pleasantly surprised when I picked up this book. I knew the author from the prior Virgin Blue, but I wasn't expecting to quickly become as absorbed as I did. The book is amazingly detailed and in turn a fascinating world is created.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2004

    Captivating

    I was impressed and utterly engrossed in Chevalier's book. She is a true storyteller, possessing a wonderful gift to weave a story from a topic of which little is known. Her characters are exceptionally real-- amusing, infuriating, beautiful. I also enjoy the reality of her stories since so many these days end so perfectly.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2004

    Absorbing, colorful and wonderfully written!

    Absorbing and colorful. The author has a wonderful talent for historical writing.Her grasp of the arts and how they were achieved back then was excellent. The characters were clear and interesting, keeping me reading all night long. I cannot wait for the author's next book!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2004

    Enchanting Tale

    Having recently visited the Cluny Museum and viewed the beautiful tapestries which are the true stars of this story, I was especially eager to read Ms. Chevalier's latest novel. I was not disappointed in this tale of the lusty, handsome artist commissioned to design the tapestries for a wealthy patron who has more interest in making a fine impression than in works of art. With the skill of a fine weaver, the author creates a stunning tale through her use of interwoven points of view. The setting is five hundred years ago, yet it is easy to identify with the characters' hopes, dreams, and disappointments. The descriptions of the ongoing process of creating a magnificent and intricate tapestry at a time when everything was done painstakingly by hand are fascinating. This is a wonderful story that once started is very, very difficult to put down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2011

    A Story Woven with History.......

    I love Tracy Chevalier. I love how she imagines what went on and who the extraneous characters would be. The Lady and the Unicorn was yet another wonderful story with rich detail and interesting characters. Can't wait for the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2004

    Enjoy!

    This book was great. I have tapestry of 'Taste' in my house, so i was quite absorbed by the book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2004

    superb historical

    In 1490, having purchased his way into the aristocracy, French nobleman Jean Le Viste, feeling self-important, tries to further impress the King and his court on how worthy a person he is. He commissions artist Nicholas des Innocents to design tapestries for Le Viste. Jean¿s disappointing spouse, a failure for begetting three girls and no male heirs, wants unicorns as the stars............................................. However Nicholas finds his patron¿s daughter Claude as the inspiration for the work as he and she fall in love. However, her social climbing father would never allow his daughter to have anything to do with an artisan. Jean takes the drawings to Brussels where the drawings are converted into six lush six tapestries depicting a Lady and the Unicorn.......................................... On the surface THE LADY AND THE UNICORN seems like a repeat of the invigorating GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING that used a masterpiece to tell the story of the model that posed for the painting, but that is not really the case here. Though Tracy Chevalier uses the real tapestries hanging in the Museum of the Middle Ages in Paris, she paints a different story. This time a fabulous romance for the ages serves as a backdrop to an in-depth look at life in Paris and Brussels for the aristocracy and especially the artisans and a delightful look at the fifteenth century tapestry industry struggling to meet a tight time line with a quality product as Ms. Chevalier has done with her pioneering of a historical sub-genre that does to the arts what Stoppard did to Hamlet.............................. Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2013

    Great mix of fiction and history

    When I read this book, I felt the floor and the surroundings! If you like history you'll enjoy this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2012

    Enjoyable

    A fast and enjoyable read. Not the most riveting, but does draw the reader in.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    The Lady and the Unicorn: Beyond the Tapestry

    Tracy Chevalier takes on art history through a novel again, and successfully creates characters that give the story behind the art, this time of the famous medievel tapestry, "The Lady and the Unicorn." Chevalier uses the voices of different characters to provide a changing point of view to the overall plot. I enjoyed this book immensely, as the tapestry has been a favorite piece of artwork of mine since I was a child. It was an entertaining and thought provoking book that made me start to think of other "stories behind the art" so to speak. I hope Chevalier tackles more in this genre, as I would enjoy reading more of her creations.

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  • Posted June 30, 2009

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    Intriguing, enlightening, fun and different

    I enjoyed this book very much. Tracy Chevalier has done such a good job of taking a piece of art and building a story around it. I learned a great deal about how tapestries were made and what life was like so long ago. I loved the way she developed her characters and used touches of sensuality and humor throughout the book. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Posted June 4, 2009

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    Perfect beach read ...

    As is her forte, Ms. Chevalier takes a relatively unknown piece of artwork and creates an enchanting tale around it. The reader is taken back in time to 15th century Belgium and allowed to witness the creation of the The Lady and the Unicorn tapestries . We are introduced to the materials needed to create such beauty and come to know the people involved with their creation - the weavers, painters, dyers, etc . , and their families. I found this to be a light and carefree read. This would be a perfect beach read or one where you could escape from reality (at least, for a few hours).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2008

    VERY LIGHT READING

    Actually, this book gets three and half stars. It's a very light reading on the famous French tapestries. It's told from different points of view. We read about the story of the Lady and the Unicorn tapestry told by a seductive artist, a grand lady, her daughter, the weaver's family, etc. It could've been a richer book but it's fine and it lets us see a bit of medieval France and Belgium.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2007

    Wonderful

    I enjoyed this book, as well as all the others by this author. Wonderful!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2007

    Good Characterizations and Plot

    After a seemingly slow start with not much initial plot other than a womanizing artist and the tapestries....this book turned out to be quite good! The slow start allows the reader to become gently emersed in each of the characters little by little and into their worlds as well. The slowness allowed the weaving of intracies of plot and characterization that would not have been as rich and three dimensional at a faster pace. It also paralleled the weaving of the tapestries which I felt was the mark of a good writer and approached poetic device. I did think however that some of the scenes with the weavers were a bit too slow but that only heightened the excruciatingly, painstaking process that is involved in weaving tapestries of such magnitude. At first though I was jolted each time the narrator changed...which is at each chapter's beginning...I eventually got used to the pace and looked forward to it. The characters are extremely well developed and the plot very well followed through on. I would have liked to see a bit more of the character Claude and her evolution at the end of the book however. This book really emersed me in the lives and pains of the characters and how each one is bound to their lineage and birth rights...for good or bad. It also shows how even within one's fate small changes in circumstance can change everything. The book is both hopeful and dooming all at once. Truly great!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2007

    Awful

    I absolutely hated this book. After reading Girl With a Pearl Earring, I was eager to read more from this author. Lady and the Unicorn, however, was a complete dissapointment!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2006

    Excellent!

    I loved this book. First Chevalier book and its genre. I was actually sad it ended. Only downside, if there is a downside, is that it was a little difficult for me to keep getting into all the character's heads. Other than that, I loved the book and plan to read Girl With A Pearl Earring.

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