Chateau of Echoes

to read myself. I hope the following is conveyed through the words you have just read: my love of France, my love of French food and wine, my love of legends. My love of people who aren’t perfect but who are trying; my love for a God who understands each of us, who doesn’t assume any of us is beyond reach, and who moves through time and history to reveal himself to us.

The writing of this book began with Alix. As much as we’d like to think we’d be the same enlightened people in a different century, our modern assumptions about the world make us unfit for the eras that have passed before us. When Alix started speaking to me, I began to wonder what it would have been like to be married at such a young age. And then I began to picture what being a child bride would have involved, and I decided I just couldn’t do that to her. She was too innocent. So I had to give her a husband who would let her grow up. A husband with a reason to let her grow up.

Freddie came second. The first scene I imagined her in was one in which she was talking to someone named Cranwell. There was something courageous and sad and grumpy about her. She was the sort of person you’d like to hug, if only you were certain she wouldn’t brush you off. She made sacrifices for marriage her first time around in terms of her faith and her dreams. She’s determined not to make those same mistakes again. How many of us are like that? How many of us have regrets about our past? And feel guilty about having regrets.

And King Arthur? The idea of writing a story about a story is irresistible to a writer. Especially a story that has survived centuries.

When I think of this book, I think of a world where mists swirl around a timeworn castle; where the scent of coffee mingles with the scent of musty, dusty old books; and where the sound of clanging pots mixes with the shuffle of footsteps on stone stairs.

After I finished this book, I often wished I could retreat to the little world I had created. A fantasy that existed only in my dreams. I’m so glad that my own little world can now be part of your world too. And I hope this story lingers in your memory as it has lingered in mine.

Sincerely,

P.S. Please visit my website at http://sirimitchell.com to find out more about the legends of King Arthur and life in medieval times.

Brittany

Only the smallest child would not feel the weight of history in Brittany.

At twilight, it is easy to imagine that you can hear the echo of sounds that are not a part of the modern world. Or see shadows flitting through the trees that are not birds, or smell the memory of fires from ages passed, as if some long-ago quest was being perpetually launched.

The land is ancient.

It is Broceliande, home of the Breton people. And home before them of the Franks, and before them, the Gauls, and before them, the Celts-and with them the druids-and before them, some nameless race who vanished into the mists of time, leaving only massive standing stones to mark their passing. The legends say that some of them still walk the forests as if shipwrecked… out of sync with the tides of time.

The legends also say that King Arthur and his knights scavenged through these forests, looking for the Holy Grail. And it is here that some seek it still.

If you look far enough back through the legends, the search for the grail is not a search for a chalice. And those who concentrate on the chalice tend to lose their way, just as those who pursue happiness seem never to quite find it. The search for the grail is a search for a mystical union with God, a search for wholeness. It is the relentless pursuit for a second chance to commune with Christ. And after all, isn’t that what Christianity is all about?

Things You May Not Know About Brittany

Bretons were the inventors of crepes. The poor soil of the inland regions was fit only for growing buckwheat. When ground into flour, the fruit of this plant lacks gluten and so it doesn’t rise like wheat flour. By binding buckwheat flour with eggs and milk, a batter for making thin pancakes was created. Through the centuries, instead of relying on the staple breads of the rest of France, Brittany’s population survived on buckwheat crepes, also known as crepes sarrasin or galettes. Traditionally they are served only with savory fillings. The crepes made of wheat flour, which most people are familiar with, are traditionally served only with sweet fillings in France.

The term Chateaubriand was applied to a writer before it became applied to a steak. Francois-Rene, vicomte de Chateaubriand, was born in St. Malo, France. He first achieved popularity with his book, The Genius of Christianity. It provoked a post-Revolutionary revival in France. He was also known for the exotic novels he wrote about America. At its conception, the culinary dish Chateaubriand was a recipe, not a cut of meat. It was created for the vicomte by his chef. History is silent on the exact details of the recipe, but the version passed on to me is that a top-quality filet was sandwiched between two lesser-quality steaks and then cooked. This method gave the filet more flavor.

Mont St. Michel is hotly disputed territory: both Normandy and Brittany have traditionally laid claim to it. Mont St. Michel has been a monastery, a church, a fortress, and a prison. It still houses a small monastic community, and it holds the distinction of never having been captured. The island of Mont St. Michel is separated from the mainland at high tide by almost a kilometer of sea. There is a forty-foot difference between the tides. Before a causeway between the island and the mainland was built in 1880, the tides rushed in at a speed of up to 10 miles an hour, and when they went out, they left an ever-changing field of quicksand. In earlier centuries, the only time pilgrims could reach the island was at low tide, through the uncharted fields of quicksand. The pilgrims would entrust that treacherous journey to God, knowing that if their prayers had found grace and favor, then they would pass unharmed. And if not, then they had been judged for their sins.

Brittany is home to dozens of megalith sites totaling thousands of stones. Most of these sites are three thousands years older than Stonehenge. Carnac, in southern Brittany, houses one of the largest megalithic sites in the world. It includes not only the remains of a stone circle, but 3,000 standing stones (menhirs) strung out for over one kilometer. Although closed to the public, the visitors’ center interprets the site. The words menhir and dolmen, used to describe features of megaliths, are taken from the Breton language.

Breton is the only Celtic language still spoken in continental Europe. It is part of the family of languages that includes Welsh and Cornish, and possibly the extinct languages of Cumbric and Pictish. During the Roman occupation of Britain and Gaul, Latin loan-words invaded these languages; eight hundred of them still survive in the modern versions of Breton, Welsh, and Cornish. Breton is still spoken by 500,000 people in Brittany; before World War II, this figure was closer to 1.3 million. The first dictionary in France, published in 1464, was a trilingual dictionary including Breton, French, and Latin.

Pierre Abelard, half of Abelard and Heloise, one of the most famous couples in history, was born in Le Pallet, near Nantes. An itinerant student, he traveled from school to school and from teacher to teacher before arriving at the school of Notre Dame de Paris. He remained there until he defeated his instructor in a debate, causing him to found his own school. Soon he was offered the chair at his old alma mater: Notre Dame de Paris. It was there that he fell in love with Heloise, the niece of the canon. She was known for both her intelligence and beauty. Abelard talked himself into being appointed her tutor, and they commenced what would become a legendary love affair. Heloise’s uncle separated the couple when he found out about their affair, but Abelard continued to see her in private. When she became pregnant, he took her to Brittany to have the child. The couple was married in secret so that Abelard could continue advancing in the church. But like most secrets, this one was not kept, and when the news was made public, Heloise had no choice but to deny it. And then retire to a convent. Convinced that Abelard was trying to dump his bride, the uncle had him castrated. The couple now shares a tomb in Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.