I am a sucker for good historical fiction, and this book does not disappoint. The first in a five-part series entitled “The Blood of Kings”, dealing with the history of Wales in the eleventh century, it takes the reader through a gruelling journey, all the more compelling because the novel combines thorough research and good story-telling.
Wales is a divided land with rival kingdoms, and each kingdom often at war with its neighbour, depending on who is in power and how much military might he has accrued. However, the story begins in Ireland with Gruffydd (think Griffith) ap Cynan who is in exile living with his wife’s family. As a young man new to his rule, he had been driven out of Wales by Trahern, a rival king, but he has a passion to return to his homeland and claim his inheritance. He begins to make plans, putting together an alliance of paid mercenaries from Ireland and disaffected and sympathetic kings. The problem is that the more militant kings are being backed by William, king of England, through his man in Chester, Huw D’Avranches, and encouraged to take out the smaller kingdoms, putting Wales in the hands of a few men who are favourable to an alliance with the English.
One of those who support Gruffydd is Tewdwr of Deheubarth, a relatively minor king, but still influential. When Trahern attacks his home while he away hunting, the fort falls to Trahern’s men, although Tewdwr’s wife, Gwladys, and daughter, Nesta, manage to escape thanks to the kindness of a local medicine woman. Unfortunately, his son, Hywel, is not lucky and is captured and imprisoned.
Tewdwr manages to find them, and they claim sanctuary at St David’s cathedral on the south-western tip of Wales, which is where Gruffydd meets him to ask whether he will join him in a campaign to reclaim Gwynedd, his home lands. Where Tewdwr might have thought twice in the past, he now has a vested interest in defeating Trahern and removing his army from his lands as well, and so begins the preparations for a battle against a much more organised, better prepared, and better funded foe.
The risk with any historical fiction is that it can very easily become a recitation of facts about people, places, dates, how people lived, what they wore, what they ate, but Mr Ashman has managed to write a book which, while being well grounded in the historical milieu, relates the stories of the real people (and some imagined) the years of great change, struggle, and hardship. It is a rousing story, and one which explains the deeply ingrained and still simmering antipathy that exists between the English and Welsh people.