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Was King Richard III traduced by Sir Thomas More and William Shakespeare?

Posted in Famous crimes, Historical articles, History, Mystery, Myth, Royalty, Shakespeare on Thursday, 16 January 2014

This edited article about the Princes in the Tower first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 514 published on 20 November 1971.

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The Murder of the Princes in the Tower by Sir James Tyrrell

The following notice appeared in the memorial column of the “New York Times” on a recent August. It read:

“Plantagenet – Richard, of York, Duke of Gloucester, King of England, who died 478 years ago today, the 22nd day of August in 1485, in battle at Bosworth Field, betrayed, slandered, his memory destroyed by the Tudors as was his body, a victim of malicious propaganda horrendously immortalised forever by W. Shakespeare . . .”

Stop! Wait!

These are strong words, indeed, to use about the memory of an English king. Strong – because the blunt facts about Richard III in the history books are quite clear. They tell us that he ruthlessly murdered the two sons of his brother, King Edward IV; Edward, Prince of Wales and Richard, Duke of York. Then, having seized the throne, he was killed fighting on Bosworth Field by the troops of Henry Tudor, afterwards Henry VII.

It was a fitting end, you might say, for a brutal and vicious child-murderer.

The city records of York, however, would disagree with you, and the history books. On learning of Richard’s defeat at Bosworth, the Mayor and Aldermen authorised this entry to be made in the records:

“This day was our good King Richard piteously slain and murdered to the great heaviness of this city.”

Well! What really happened?

Let us glance back a moment over his life. From the first Richard’s was a success story. At the age of seventeen he had joined his elder brother Edward in the fight against the Lancastrians in the bitter closing stages of the Wars of the Roses. Before he was twenty he was the medieval equivalent of a brigadier, and a good soldier.

When Edward became King, he had already learned to trust Richard implicitly and it was to him that he gave the task of driving the Scots from the frontier town of Berwick, which had been a bone of contention between the two countries for many years.

At this time, too, Richard governed the North of England and did so well that he was loved by the whole countryside.

When Edward IV died in April 1483, Richard was the most popular man in England. By Royal Decree he had been appointed Lord Protector – a sure sign of the trust that his brother had placed in him.

So the Kingdom was in his hands until the young Edward, Prince of Wales was old enough to govern for himself. It was at this time, we are told, that Richard took the throne and murdered the Princes.

When Richard was crowned King the two boys were lodged in the Tower of London, which was then a Royal residence and not primarily a prison. And it was here, according to the Tudor historian Sir Thomas More, that they were murdered.

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The god of all the Greek gods was mighty Zeus

Posted in Ancient History, Legend, Myth, Religion on Saturday, 21 December 2013

This edited article about Greek mythology first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 500 published on 14 August 1971.

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The statue of Zeus at Olympia

Zeus was chief of all the Greek gods; the Romans knew him as Jove or Jupiter. The course of all human affairs was directed by him, and his throne and the seat of the rest of the gods was on Mount Olympus. He was lord of the winds and rain and of thunder and lightning, and he is usually portrayed holding thunderbolts and with a crown of leaves. There are innumerable stories about him and his wife Hera, who was jealous of his interest in other goddesses and mortal women. Zeus knew everything and saw everything, and the Greeks regarded him as a kindly ruler who was often capable of pity as well as wrath. He was the god of the family, of friendship and the god-protector of all Greece.

The terrifying punishment of King Tantalus gave a new word to the world

Posted in Ancient History, Interesting Words, Language, Legend, Myth on Saturday, 21 December 2013

This edited article about Greek mythology first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 500 published on 14 August 1971.

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The punishment of King Tantalus

Everyone has been tantalised in their time, including the man who was first to suffer – Tantalus! He was a king who had been invited to dinner with the gods on Mount Olympus, where he rashly stole their nectar and ambrosia. For this and other tactless crimes, including serving up his own son as a dish for the gods to test their divinity – he was put waist-deep in a lake with delicious fruit above him that he could never reach. And when he wanted to drink, the water always receded. Meanwhile, his son was returned to life by the gods and was exactly as before except for a portion of a shoulder that an absent-minded god had nibbled. It was replaced by ivory! Meanwhile his father went on being tantalised.

The beautiful Medusa’s looks were ruined by jealous Athene

Posted in Ancient History, Heroes and Heroines, Legend, Myth on Saturday, 21 December 2013

This edited article about Greek mythology first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 500 published on 14 August 1971.

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Perseus and the Medusa

Medusa was a beautiful maiden, famous for her hair, who loved Poseidon and, as a punishment, had her hair turned to serpents by Athene; her face was made so ugly that anyone who looked at her became stone. She was also given wings and brazen claws. She was the leader of the Gorgons, women who had suffered the same fate. A young hero named Perseus was sent to fetch Medusa’s head. Fortunately for him, the goddess Athene gave him a polished shield so he would only see Medusa’s reflection, and Hermes gave him a sickle and other aids, including winged sandals. He flew to the Gorgons’ lair and beheaded Medusa. From her body sprang the winged horse Pegasus and the warrior Chrysaor. Perseus escaped in an invisible helmet.

The eleventh of the Twelve Labours of Hercules

Posted in Ancient History, Heroes and Heroines, Legend, Myth on Saturday, 21 December 2013

This edited article about Greek mythology first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 500 published on 14 August 1971.

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Hercules in the Garden of the Hesperides by Walter Crane

As a punishment for murder, the invincible hero Hercules was forced by the Oracle of Delphi to perform 12 labours. The 11th was to fetch the golden apples of the Hesperides, which grew on Mt. Atlas, where Atlas himself held up the world. Accounts vary, but one has the hero persuading Atlas to fetch the apples while Hercules held up the world! When Atlas brought the three apples back he did not feel like resuming his burden! Hercules managed to trick him into taking the world back and escaped with the apples. Another version has him killing a dragon to get the apples. On the way home he killed a giant. For the record the Greeks called him Heracles, but Hercules is his better known Roman name.

Jason’s extraordinary voyage on the Argo to find the Golden Fleece

Posted in Ancient History, Heroes and Heroines, Legend, Myth on Saturday, 21 December 2013

This edited article about Greek mythology first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 500 published on 14 August 1971.

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The Legend of the Golden Fleece by Roger Payne

Jason was the leader of an expedition which set out in a ship called the Argo to find the Golden Fleece. Among the Argonauts who accompanied him were Orpheus and Hercules. After many adventures they came to the Kingdom of Aeetes, who admitted he had the Fleece but refused to give it up unless Jason performed two dangerous tasks. Luckily for Jason, the King’s daughter Medea fell in love with him and, being a marvellous magician, helped him. So Jason and Medea reached the Fleece and he slew the ferocious dragon that guarded it and seized the trophy. Jason and Medea lived happily for ten years, but he fell in love with someone else, which is another legend!

The search for King Arthur and his legendary Camelot

Posted in Archaeology, Historical articles, History, Legend, Myth, Royalty on Tuesday, 10 December 2013

This edited article about King Arthur first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 485 published on 1 May 1971.

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King Arthur by James E McConnell

The legends of King Arthur are familiar to most of us, and have been the basis for many stories. But how true are they? Here is one of the stories which has lasted down the years.

Six great battles stained the fair land of Britain – but in them all King Arthur had the victory and Britain lay at peace. The Saxons had fled, the Picts also, so Arthur said to Merlin his Wizard: “Now we must leave the mountains, for I will make my capital at Camelot which will be the finest city in all Christendom. In this city I shall live with a wife. It is right that a King should have a Queen and I have chosen Guinevere for she is the fairest of all maidens.”

“This is true,” Merlin replied sadly. “But I wish you had chosen another maid to be your wife for Guinevere’s very beauty will I fear, destroy your kingdom.”

Camelot was a fine city, yet finer still was the wedding between Arthur and Guinevere. When it was over, the King and all his knights entered the great hall that Merlin had built, there to feast and rejoice.

“What is this?” cried Arthur when he entered the door.

“This is the Round Table,” said Merlin, smiling. “See – it has seats for one hundred and fifty knights. Here you shall find the adventures that will fill your years – though I shall not stay to see them.”

The knights were puzzled, but they took their places and ate their fill. All of a sudden there was a clatter of hoofs and a baying of hounds as into that hall ran a white deer pursued by a small white dog. Thundering after came a pack of black hunting hounds.

Round and round the Table they sped until the small white dog knocked Sir Abelleus from his chair. Seizing the dog, the knight stormed from the hall in fury. Then the deer fled through the door followed by the black hounds, and disappeared into the woods. Hardly had they gone when a fair maiden entered.

“That white dog was mine, noble Arthur,” she cried. “One of your knights has stolen it!” Then another figure entered, a huge knight on a war-horse, who snatched up the woman and galloped into the forest after the hounds.

So began the First Quest for Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, as they set out in pursuit.

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Theseus asked to be sent as a sacrificial tribute to King Minos

Posted in Ancient History, Historical articles, History, Legend, Myth on Monday, 9 December 2013

This edited article about Crete first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 483 published on 17 April 1971.

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Theseus kills the Minotaur by Canova

History often lies hidden beneath layers of legend, and archaeologists have now discovered that many ancient tales are based on fact. The story of Theseus and the Minotaur hid the most dramatic secret of them all.

Deep beneath the palace of Knossos, where ruled mighty Minos king of Crete, lay a great maze called the Labyrinth. It was so huge, so complex that anyone who entered it at once became utterly lost. But no one ever starved to death in the Labyrinth – none survived long enough for that – for this maze was the home of a fearsome monster, half-man, half-bull, called the Minotaur.

Poseidon, God of the earthquakes and oceans, sent this monster to punish King Minos for his greed, and the only food it would eat was human flesh. So, every year, seven youths and seven maidens were dragged from Athens to be hurled one by one into the Labyrinth and there devoured by the Minotaur.

Athens was forced to send these victims as a tribute to Minos, who was the most powerful ruler in all Greece. Then one year Theseus, son of the King of Athens, determined to end this horrible sacrifice.

“Send me to Crete, O my father,” he insisted. After much argument, his father sadly agreed. The black-sailed ships sailed away with their cargo – but Theseus went cheerfully.

Once in Knossos, he soon won the love of Ariadne, daughter of King Minos, and it was she who ran to old Daedalus, the builder of the Labyrinth.

“Daedalus, All Wise,” wept Ariadne. “How can I save young Theseus from the Minotaur?”

Old Daedalus thought a while, then replied, “He must unwind a ball of string as he goes into the maze. If the Gods allow him to escape the Minotaur, he will then be able to follow this string back to the entrance.” Truly, Daedalus was cunning and wise!

On the terrible day that Theseus was to be thrown into the Labyrinth, Ariadne gave him a sword which he hid beneath his shirt. Into the maze of twisting passages Theseus walked boldly, until he found the Minotaur. Long they fought and hard, but Theseus slew the Minotaur with Ariadne’s sharp sword and, gathering up the string, walked back to the gate where the fair princess awaited him.

This is part of the legend of Theseus. But is it only a legend? For hundreds of years, people thought it merely a tale with no truth in it. Long ago, St. Paul heard it and warned his friend Titus that “the Cretans are always liars.”

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Francisco Vazquez de Coronado sought the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola

Posted in America, Historical articles, History, Legend, Myth on Friday, 15 November 2013

This edited article about El Dorado first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 461 published on 14 November 1970.

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Coronado and his men got as far north as Kansas, as far east as Texas and Oklahoma; they were the first to hunt buffalo, the first to gaze awe-struck at the Grand Canyon, and the first to discover the American West by Ron Embleton

To the Spaniards who had conquered Mexico and Peru nothing seemed impossible, and no story of fabulous treasure too far-fetched to be true. Had not Cortez and some 500 Conquistadors – Conquerors – toppled the mighty Aztec Empire? Had not Pizarro, with less than 200, conquered the Incas and looted unimaginable quantities of gold?

So when the news reached Mexico City that to the north were seven golden cities, the Seven Cities of Cibola, it was thrilling, but it came as no surprise. Men were searching for El Dorado in South America: why should there not be another in the north?

Rumours had started flying back in 1536 when some soldiers had come across a white man thickly bearded and with tangled hair, who wept with joy to see them. Though he had some Indians and an African with him, he had not seen another white man for eight years. He was called de Vaca.

Back in Mexico City he explained that he was a survivor of an expedition sent to conquer Florida and regaled everyone with details of his hair-raising adventures.

Treasure came into the story, but his listeners felt he was holding something back. The tough Conquistadors suspected he was anxious to pass information to the King personally, or, perhaps lead an expedition himself. He had entered Mexico from the north and they wanted to believe that in the north lay the richest prize of all.

The Viceroy, as deputy of the King of Spain, decided to send out a Franciscan friar named Marcos de Niza, on a pilot expedition north. The friar took with him de Vaca’s Negro companion, Estevan, and when he returned be brought electrifying news. He had seen the golden city of Cibola!

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The legendary Robin Hood was just a Yorkshire lad from Wakefield

Posted in English Literature, Historical articles, History, Legend, Myth on Friday, 15 November 2013

This edited article about Robin Hood first appeared in Look and Learn issue number 460 published on 7 November 1970.

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Robin Hood with the Sheriff of Nottingham's soldiers in hot pursuit by John Millar Watt

The banqueting room of Nottingham town hall was packed with richly clothed nobles, tearing hunks of roast beef from enormous joints and swilling them down with gulps of wine from glittering silver cups.

At the head of the table sat the sheriff, a rich, powerful and cruel man. A servant banged a gong, and the sheriff rose unsteadily from his throne-like chair and cried out:

“Gentlemen, I give you a toast! To the downfall of Robin Hood, and God bless our Prince John.”

Suddenly, a door banged, followed by the noise of other doors and windows being opened and shut. A tall, handsome man, clothed in green and wearing a forester’s cap, leapt on to the table.

From the other doors and windows emerged a dozen similarly dressed followers, armed with swords or bows.

The sheriff sank back into his chair. “It’s Robin Hood,” he gasped.

The tall man in green smiled. “Turn out your pockets, gentlemen,” he ordered.

Few people have not at some time or other had this sort of image of Robin Hood, the celebrated outlaw of Sherwood Forest, who robbed the rich to give to the poor, who was the implacable enemy of Prince John and the Sheriff of Nottingham.

But did Robin Hood exist and, if so, was he as legend has portrayed him?

The evidence for Robin’s existence is meagre, to say the least. Most of what we know is derived from poems, ballads and plays. Throughout literature, however, there runs a slender thread of historical fact.

Beginning with the poetry, the earliest ballads mentioning Robin’s name were written in the North of England in the Middle Ages.

Additions to the legends were made over the next 200 years, some of which confused details of Robin’s career with those of Hereward the Wake and Sir William Wallace.

If the authenticity of Robin were to rest entirely on the literary references to him, it is easy to see why to some he never existed at all.

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