DISCLAIMER: This post will not be edited until I return home from France.
On our route south, Raven and I made a quick stop in the city where Richard died. The story goes that as Richard was on a routine patrol around the castle his troops had laid siege to, he was struck in the upper torso with a arrow shot by a crossbow. Although the arrow did not immediately kill Richard, the infection from it proved to be fatal. The castle fell to Richard’s troops and Richard pardoned his killer and instructed that he should go free. Mercadier, Richard’s mercenary captain, had other plans. The garrison of the castle was hung and the soldier who actually shot the fated arrow was flayed before his execution.
Richard asked that his body be brought to Fontevaud (prior post in Day Three), his heart brought to Rouen (where I will visit later) and his entrails to be buried in the local church.
Unfortunately, both the church and the castle were closed today. No entrails for me! 😦
Raven and I were entertained by this cat chasing a lizard at the base of a second medieval castle, mainly in ruins. Once the cat bit of the tail of the poor lizard (Raven said we could not interfere with wild nature!) the cat grew bored and left the little guy.
I have yet to become used to the fact that people live in homes that are centuries old. Most of the villages in France are 80% made up of homes dating back at least 400 years. The addition of fresh, colorful flowers makes the visual complete.
Onward we went until I needed to pee. Here is a lesson that I had previously learned: public washrooms in France are a rare commodity. This box, with a very clean interior, was visited by me… sometimes a translation is not required.
On a side note for those of you interested in the Borja history, the castle where Richard died would later be the home to Charlotte of Albret. She would be the wife of Cesare Borja eight years before his death in 1507.
NEXT POST: A town and castle on a hill.