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Isabella murdered her husband so her son locked her
up in a Castle. It is perhaps understandable why it was that Edward had
his mother imprisoned for almost thirty years; after all she had
murdered his father. Given that Edward was also King of England as his
father had been before him, he had to be seen to punish his father's
murderer, even if she was his mama.
The Isabella we speak of is Queen Isabella the wife of Edward II,
renowned for her fiery temper and beauty she became known as the
She-Wolf of France. She had been a Princess of France and so beautiful
that she was originally called 'Isabella the Fair'. At the tender age of
12 she was sent as a bride to England. Upon arriving on English shores
the young Isabella was greeted by one Piers Gaveston who had been sent
by her husband Edward the II to greet her. Young Gaveston stood before
Isabella bedecked in jewellery, jewellery that had been given to
Isabella by her father the King of France as a wedding gift.
So began the pattern for the next 17 years of her life. Isabella did her
duty and bore him children. As she was not only beautiful but also
intelligent she regularly assisted her weak husband in ruling the
English kingdom and with a much firmer hand. Earning herself the new
nickname of She Wolf of France. Finally Isabella decided she had had
enough and took herself a lover one Roger Mortimer. Mortimer raised an
army and fought against the king’s army and defeated them the King was
captured and imprisoned in Berkeley Castle. Isabella then took the
throne of England.
Originally Isabella had hoped that his father, Edward II would die of
natural causes. Helped along of course by a bit of starvation, some
torture and the fact that the room underneath his dank dungeon in which
he had been placed was kept filled with putrid carcases, resulting in a
noxious stench. But eight months on and Edward II was still very much
alive. So one night on the orders of Isabella, fifteen men entered his
dungeon in Berkeley Castle, held him down and inserted a red-hot poker
into his bowels. So ended the life of Edward II, but what had driven
Isabella to such action.
Roger and Isabella enjoyed a brief period of power but then her son,
another Edward, took control in 1330. One of his first royal commands as
King was to have his mother's lover Mortimer executed but he was unable
to issue an order to have his mother put to death.
So instead he convicted her of treachery and had her imprisoned at
Castle Rising. Conflicting accounts are given about Isabella's
confinement. Some say that she enjoyed all the trapping of a dowager
queen. Certainly bills have come to light that appear to show that she
was kept in considerable luxury with lots of ladies in waiting, knights
and squires to wait on her during her imprisonment. But her son
did decree that she should never be allowed to show her face in public
again. To this end, it is rumoured that a tunnel was built linking
Castle Rising to the Red Mount Chapel at Kings Lynn. This tunnel was
used by Queen Isabella in order that she could worship at the Chapel
without breaking the decree of her son, though it would have been a
round trip of over twelve miles.
Other stories imply that as the years went by,
Isabella became more and more deranged, and took to roaming the
battlements of Rising late at night bewailing her fate and her lovers
death. When she died rumours began to circulate that her ghost had taken
on the form of a huge wolf with fur as white as driven snow. This wolf
would materialize late at night and prowl the battlements howling and
baying at the moon. To this day on nights when there is a full moon, the
wolf is said to still roam the battlements at Castle Rising and bay at
the moon.
Many a person has claimed that Castle Rising is
indeed haunted and not just by mad Isabella. Considering its venerable
age and the turbulent periods of history it must have witnessed, it is
hardly surprising that trapped shadowy figures from its past to still
roam its ruined corridors and staircases. So if one of them happens to
be a giant white wolf with dripping fangs and fiery eyes, who are you or
I to question what form a long dead queen and murderess may take.. |