How could a story with such a great and riveting beginning possibly become a wincing marathon and ultimately end so poorly?
How?!
By now, I'm used to misleadingly brilliant prologues that mask bad or mediocre stories, but, Lord help me, rarely if ever have I been so cross at how a book's plot unfolded. I can't even blame it on unrealistically high expectations, mine were modest at best because I already had read Benzoni's work and knew she was a decent-to-good writer but prone to over-the-top romance plots served with a good amount of melodrama brought in by misunderstandings; plus, her Catherine series is often pitted against and compared to Anne Golon's Angélique series, another saga with which I had similar issues, but that now stand out as rather bloody brilliant in comparison.
So, let's start enumerating the reasons why I'm still tempted to toss this into the rubbish can. But not before the positives first, like the setting: 15th century France, with the Hundred Years War in full swing and the French fighting the English armies, and since it's never enough to kill thy enemy but thou must fight thy neighbour as well, add in the civil strife between the partisans of the two branches of the royal House of Valois, the Armagnacs and the Burgundians, both slaughtering each other in the streets of Paris, where our heroine lives. Catherine Legoix's family aren't partisans of any band, but their neutrality is shattered when the 12-year-old girl witnesses a fight between Armagnacs and Burgundians in which the former are the losers and are condemned to public execution. One of their lot is a young knight, Michel de Montsalvy, whose valour (and striking good looks, of course) captivates Catherine, who then schemes to and succeeds in helping him escape the scaffold to go hide in her house. Unfortunately, things go awry, Michel is found hiding and lynched by a furious mob that also kills Catherine's father, burns her home and sends her, her mother and sister to seek refuge in the countryside.
So far, so good. The Hundred Years War isn't a period many romances are set in, to my knowledge, which is by itself a plus. Besides, the story doesn't even read like a romance but like a good old mainstream historical fiction novel, one of Benzoni's fortes, because she's very good at settings and capturing the essence of a period in general. And thirdly, the prose is unassuming, unpretentious, somewhat modern (although this might be a matter of the translation, because I read other of her books in the original and don't recall her giving off this "modern language" vibe), and easy to read. Finally, the characters are well fleshed out in the prologue, you already get a sense of their personalities and behaviour, something not easy to do in only a prologue chapter or two.
It's once the long prologue is over when things roll downhill and land with a loud crash at the bottom of the slope. When we next meet Catherine, she is in her 20s already, and from a rather unremarkable child whose only asset was her beautiful hair, she's grown into the stereotypical perfect beauty with violet eyes (Groan... not that eye colour again!), who likes girly girl stuff, works helping her wealthy cloth merchant uncle, and dreams of girly girl ambitions, namely have beautiful dresses made of rich and costly cloth and find true love. But Catherine's true love isn't some vague not-yet-introduced hunk on a horse; it's a dead man. Happens that the girl had fallen so badly for the young knight she'd saved that she thinks she'll never ever, not in a thousand years, love anyone again. She'll die a maiden, and faithful to the murdered knight's memory, naturally. What? You don't believe that's possible?
Oh, of course it's not possible! Our girl soon manages to catch the eye of the biggest womaniser in France when her feisty self causes a disturbance at a religious procession. Said womaniser turns out to be the young Duke of Burgundy, Philippe de Valois, a.k.a. Philippe le Bon (who I'm guessing was nicknamed "the Good" for things other than his performance between the sheets, but who knows!), who becomes determined to make her his mistress. Trouble is, there's her chastity promise made to a ghost and, if that's not bad enough, Montsalvy had been condemned to death by Philippe's dad, the former Duke Jean Sans Peur.
And then, soon enters the third wheel, Arnaud de Montsalvy, brother to Michel and a confirmed fool of a Took. He's found half-dead by Catherine's party on their way back home from the procession, is brought to an inn to be cured by the most farcical Muslim doctor I've had the pleasure to be entertained by in fiction, the good Abou al-Khair, who makes up in comic relief for what he lacks in depth. Once the fool of a Took is patched up and healed, love blossoms and it's all sighs and rainbows. No, not love. Lust at first sight is more like it.
And there, ladies and gentlemen, is where the novel stops being a good story and turns into a telenovela that'd put the Latin American telenovelas to shame. Catherine loses her heart and her brains to Arnaud, and why? Because he looks e-x-a-c-t-l-y like Michel, but expanded and improved: taller, more muscled and much handsomer. Can you believe that's all it takes to convince this girl that she's found the love of her life and that both are Fated to be together? No joke, that's what happens.
But, whilst they're in the process of happily ripping each other's clothes to shreds for reproductive purposes, the good knight finds out the girl's name is Legoix and everything changes. No joke! He was so sure she was the love of his life, was ready to bed her and all that, without even knowing what her name was! And now that he does, he hates her, calls her a whore and kicks her out of the room, a room SHE is paying for. Why? Because he is under the mistaken impression that the killers of Michel were the Legoix family (one of Catherine's relatives participated in the lynching) and has sworn vengeance on them. The girl is too proud to disabuse him, and despite his hate for her, contempt for her and his name-calling, she still thinks he's the love of her life.
Dear old gods...
Fortunately, he disappears from the story until the last part. But don't think the novel improves because of that. Not at all. Remember Duke Philippe? He still plans to make her his mistress, but a royal duke can't just bed a commoner, so he marries her off to one of his noblemen, Garin de Brazey, a mature Councillor with just one eye and a very interesting personality. Predictably, the girl tries to alternately keep herself "pure" for her idiot of a knight and to seduce de Brazey so the Duke can't claim her maidenhead; all of which only results in misery for poor Garin, who seems to genuinely love her and has to suffer her caprices. And to complicate things more, Arnaud reappears in a very unexpected circumstance I won't spoil, and Catherine immediately forgets she was planning to bed her husband to rush to Arnaud's arms. Again they're interrupted on the brink of sinning by Jean of Luxembourg, one of Philippe's retainers, who comes to arrest Arnaud for supposed treason. Can you guess what happens? Arnaud immediately decides she was sent as a seductress to distract him for long enough to have him arrested, and calls her a whore again. Oh, and he again calls her a whore next day when she "mistakenly" is retained at Philippe's bedchamber.
So, tell me again: Why exactly does Catherine pine so much and so fiercely for this man who always assumes the worst about her and slut-shames her at every turn? Why does she decide to alternately be with Philippe, then with Garin, whenever Arnaud is away, as if he doesn't exist, only to forget everything to run to Arnaud's arms every time he comes back? If that's not the very definition of clingy, needy, inconsistent and stupid, I don't know what it could possibly be.
Anyway, I'm giving this 3 stars merely for these reasons: 1. the nice Prologue, with the set-up and ambiance, 2. the characterisation of Philippe de Valois, 3. Garin de Brazey, and 4. the historical "feel" of the story throughout, because for once the period isn't wallpaper decoration here. Besides that, there's nothing else to recommend this novel for, certainly not the heroine nor the hero, and much less the "romance."