Gwenllian, the last native Princess of Wales, was born on June 12th 1282.
Hers was a dramatic entry to this world – her father, Llywelyn ap Gruffydd, was in hiding from King Edward’s men, and her mother, Eleanor de Montfort, died shortly after giving birth. Who was to look after the little princess?
In the first chapter of Owl at Midnight Patricia Lennan describes Gwenllian’s dramatic entry to this world.
Here below is a taster from the book:
Garth Celyn, Abergwyngregyn, Gwynedd
The whole court was in panic. Olwen, the midwife, was desperately trying to display an air of calm and control; her Lady was slipping away and her Lord had not arrived. Lady Eleanor had been in labour for two days and still the babe was not born. Olwen had not left her side and was near to exhaustion, but how could she complain when her Lady was in agony and had barely the strength to talk. It had been a long hot night and the morning sun was beginning to filter through the high window, promising an even hotter day.
“The head is coming. You must push now, My Lady. Hold on, one big push and we should be there.”
Celeste, Eleanor’s faithful servant and friend, gripped her limp hand, soothing her forehead with a cool lavender-soaked cloth. “It’s nearly over, Eleanor. The babe is coming, be brave.”
The young maid, Catrin, hovered around the bed not knowing what to do or say, tears falling down her frightened face.
“Go and see if that physician is here, Catrin fach, and get more clean linen,” ordered Olwen. “Lord knows, we can’t do with tears at this stage.”
Catrin scuttled off not quite knowing what to do first. She rushed down the stairs via the kitchen to the laundry room, hearing Eleanor’s screams behind her. It was only a few minutes later as she climbed back up the stairs to the bed chamber holding a pile of fresh linen that she was aware of how quiet it was. Then, into the silence broke the mewl of a new-born.
“Thank heavens, the baby lives,” she muttered to herself as she crept back into the bedchamber.
Olwen sat on Eleanor’s bed, cradling the baby in her right arm and wiping tears away with her other hand. “Lord be praised, it’s a girl, a beautiful girl and she’s fine.”
But Eleanor lay still, she could barely raise her head or speak . . .
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Gwenllian ferch Llywelyn, daughter of the last native Prince of Wales, was born in 1282, a tumultuous time when King Edward of England was determined to take Wales for himself. After Edward had killed Gwenllian’s father, Llywelyn ap Gruffydd, and her uncle, Dafydd, and had imprisoned her boy cousins, he must have felt some compassion for the infant Gwenllian for he ordered her to be hidden away in a nunnery, her name changed, to live out her days in anonymity. Taking these few known facts Patricia Lennan has brought the young Gwenllian to life in a story that expands from the minutiae of prayers, service and fasting in a Gilbertine nunnery, to the wide sweep of extraordinary events in h century Britain. In Patricia’s own words: `Wales has a reputation for being a land of myths and legends. She harbours magic in the hollows and hills, in secret places, the rivers and valleys echo with ancient tales. I invite you to step into the living history and share an adventure.’