Saturday, 9 October 2010

Tourneying Noblewomen!

Whilst reading David Crouch's fabulous book Tournament I came across this superb source which I thought I would share. It is a poem written by Huon d'Oisy III, Castellan of Cambrai. 
It is a fictional piece in which the author envisions a tournament at Lagny-sur Marne, that the noblewomen of his day organised and took part in whilst all the knights were away! Crouch dated the poem as having been composed between 1187-1189.

In that year that the knights were away
and the valiant did no feats of arms
the ladies went to tourney instead at Lagny.
The tournament was organised by
the countess of Vermandois and the lady of Coucy;
they said that they wanted to experience 
the sort of strokes
that their lovers gave out for their sake.
Ladies from all over the place
organised it that each would
retain a household with her.
When they came to the meadows they got armed
then they mustered in front of Torcy.
Yolanda de Cailly went first on to the field;
Margaret d'Oisy was eager to joust with her;
Amice the hardy rides forward, seizing her reins.
When Margaret saw Yolanda back off,
She shouted 'Cambrai!' and grabbed the reins to drag her away;
Let anyone who saw it launch at her and prevent it!
Then Katherine with the eager face
began to marshal the lines
and to cry 'Move forward'.
So let those who are watching for her sign go forward,
pull at the reins, give and evade swordstrokes
and brandish their tall lances
. . . 
cause iron to ring out
and pull mail hoods out from under helmets
and cause to break
. . . 
with great panache!
Bringing up the rear come a great reinforcement,
Isabel, who comes to maintain the fight;
The lady seneschal also arrives
and she will have no mercy on them at all.

A squadron comes riding after her
with Adeline riding and shouting . . . 
for the lady seneschal.
. . . 
Alice de Trie rides in front of Yolanda
crying 'Aguillon!'.
Very fine she looks, riding along the ranks.
The queen rides before all on an iron gray steed
. . .
armed with a mace and wearing a silver hauberk;
with no contradiction she carries it across the field;
Jehane comes riding up behind her
who has retained many a serjeant with her;
Isabel rides out and encounters
the brave Alice de Monceaux,
and forces her to offer pledge for ransom;
she is carried off with her
riding on a roncin.

The countess of Champagne soon appears
riding on a Spanish dappled horse,
and she and her people ride gently into the fight;
everyone rides against her and mills around
and the fight there is very fierce.
More than a hundred attack her,
and Alice reaches out to grab her,
she and her company seize the countess's reins,
Alice - she of the noble body -
crying 'Montfort',
and the countess dismounts now she is taken,
and Yolanda is made a captive fairly,
she who is not proud and scornful,
as a German would be.
Isabel - whom we all know - gallops on to the field,
and attacks like a mad thing,
crying over and over again her war cry,
'Let's get them, Chatillon!'

A company rides up in ambush
and hems in Amice on every side,
and her lance breaks on a shield;
She cries 'Lille! Let's get their reins,
they're in our power!'
The countess of Clermont has been 
struck by a mace across her abdomen,
right where her kidney is.
Clemence attacks heedlessly with her club
. . .
and cries 'Beausart!'.
The whole company is routed and disperses in flight;
and no one stays to fight
when [Clemence] see Ida of Boulogne, the distinguished;
she rallies first on crossing a ditch,
she takes the countess by the reins,
and cries out 'God our help'.

The fighting there is very intense
Isabel of Marly rides up crying
'God our help!', and she gives and takes many cuts.
A company rides by the other side of the river;
Gertrude, who cries 'Mello'
pursues it across the fords.
Agnes de Triecoc rides up, who has sustained
many cuts to her arms that day,
she has broken many lances, and seized many reins,
she has hit out at many, and many times attacked.
Beatrice cries out 'Poissy!'
There is no one
. . . 
better than she,
and Joie d'Arsi approaches
. . .
Marion de Juilly and makes her turn and dismount,
then she jousts at her
and cries 'Saint Denis!'.

All passed across the river, Alice de Rolleiz,
jaunty of body, rides up with her company;
Clemence de Bruai goes in front,
Ceciloa de Compiegne rides directly behind
pushing forward
and attacks Isabel d'Ausnai
who has wondered into the middle of them;
The fair Alice falls on her with enthusiasm
who cries 'Garlandon!'
. . .
Agnes rides up crying 'Paris!';
Ada de Parcain sees them:
she cries 'Beaumont!',
and pursues them right into the middle of the town,
and sees coming there Agnes of Cressonessart;
Isabel de Villegaignart also rides up.
Th tournament breaks up
because it was now growing late.

I have said and recounted a little,
and now I shall return to it;
they announced a tournament the next day.
You shall be told of the prowess of Yolanda.
When she had closed her helm
and urged forward her horse Morel,
she took her checkered shield,
hurling herself among the maidens in the meadows.
There were a hundred of them bearing lances;
she asked for no truce.
With no hesitation she rode to joust
right in amongst the other side.
far and wide and for a long time they have trumpeted
and serenaded what they witnessed.
She defeated and broke
all opposition on every side.
She set up her tent on the meadows outside Torcy;
she slept there, and gave away
whatever she had won.1

1. David Crouch, Tournament (Hambledon and London: London, 2005), pp.167-171

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