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Bestselling author Sara Douglassacclaimed writer of the Axis and Wayfarer Redemption trilogiesinvites you to visit a twelfth-century England very similar to our ownexcept this England is a country on the brink of demonic disaster and its only hope may lie with a young noblewoman The Devils Diadem Maeb Langtofte is lucky, she knows, to have gained a position in the household of the Earl of Pengraicone of the most powerful men in England, a man whose holdings rival even King Edmonds. She is lucky that his wife, Adelie, whom Maeb serves, is a kind, pious woman (in contrast to the Earl, whom Maeb finds dark and secretive). But when word arrives that a plague is sweeping through Europe like a human wildfire, everyone in the Earls household is put on edge. It is whispered that victims of this plague are spontaneously engulfed in flamesas if the flames of Hell had suddenly leapt up to claim them. It is also whispered that the Devil himself is to blame. As the disease spreads into England, so too does civil unrest. King Edmond calls his lords and their armies to return to London, and the Earl obeys, leaving Maeb and his family to fend for themselves. But it turns out that the Earl has been hiding far more than simple state secrets, and that his family, left alone, is at risk of losing not only their lives but also their souls. To her horror, Maeb will learn that, indeed, the Devil himself may have arrived on her doorstep. And worse, what he demands may, in fact, be running through her very veins.

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THE DEVILS DIADEM

S ARA D OUGLASS

Karen Brooks you beautiful amazing courageous woman this is for you with - photo 1

Karen Brooks, you beautiful, amazing, courageous woman,
this is for you, with all of my love and all of my thanks. Speak not the word, for remember that the wind shall carry your word to all the corners of the earth, as also to the ears of God and of the Devil both. Traditional folk saying

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The Devils Diadem is set, not in the early twelfth-century England of our past, but in a fictional version of that world. While there are many similarities between our past and the twelfth-century world of The Devils Diadem , and many characters and points of historical reference remain the same, there are still characters and issues which render this England not quite the one you may have learned about in history books.

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W here possible in The Devils Diadem I use contemporary place names. A list of the twelfth-century place names used in this book and their modern-day equivalents follows (an explanation of terms can be found in the Glossary).

Badentone: Bampton

Bearscathe Mountains: the Brecon Beacons in Wales

Bergeveny: Abergaveny

Blachburnscire: Blackburnshire

Bochinghamscire: Buckinghamshire

Bouland: Bowland

Brimesfelde: Brimpsfield

Cantuaberie: Canterbury

Chestre: Chester

Chinteneham: Cheltenham

Cicestre: Chichester

Cirecestre: Cirencester

Craumares: Crowmarsh Gifford

Crickhoel: Crickhowell

Depdene: Forest of Dean

Derheste: Deerhurst

Donecastre: Doncaster

Dovre: Dover

Elesberie: Aylesbury

Etherope: Hatherop

Eurvicscire: Yorkshire

Exsessa: Essex

Fenechirche: Fenchurch

Glowecestre: Gloucester

Glowecestrescire: Gloucestershire

Godric Castle: Goodrich Castle

Godstou: Godstow

Hamestede: Hampstead

Hanbledene: Hambleden

Herefordscire: Herefordshire

Holbournestrate: Holborn

Lincolescire: Lincolnshire

Lincolie: Lincoln

Meddastone: Maidstone

Monemude: Monmouth

Oxeneford: Oxford

Oxenefordscire: Oxfordshire

Pengraic Castle: this is a fictional castle, but it is situated atop Crug Hywel, or Table Mountain, at the foot of the Black Mountains in Wales.

Pomfret: Pontefract

Ragheian: Raglan

Redmeleie: Redmarley DAbitot

Richemont: Richmond (in Yorkshire)

Saint Edmunds Burie: Bury Saint Edmunds

Sancti Albani: Saint Albans

Scersberie: Shrewsbury

Sudfulc: Suffolk

Sudrie: Surrey

Summersete: Somerset

Walengefort: Wallingford

Walsingaham: the two conjoined villages of Little and Greater Walsingham in Norfolk.

Wincestre: Winchester

Witenie: Witney

Wodestrate: Wood Street

Wodestoch: Woodstock

I n the name of our Saviour, the heavenly Lord Jesu, and of His beloved mother, the blessed Virgin Mary, greetings. Pray hear this testimony from your humble servant, Maeb Langtofte that was, on the eve of her dying. May sweet Jesu and His Holy Mother forgive my sins, and let me pass in peace, and forgive me the manner of my passing.

My faithful servant and priest Owain of Crickhoel writes down these words and in some places will speak for me when I no longer have the breath. Brother Owain has taken my confession and offered me Godly advice these past thirty years. He has been a good and faithful friend to me and I pray that his reward in the next life will reflect this.

My life has been one of sin, but no sin has been greater than that of my young womanhood. Pray sweet Jesu forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. I did what I thought best and yet I am stained with mortal sin. Pray sweet Jesu do not apportion blame on Brother Owain for what he writes. His pen may wield the words, but it was I who wielded the sin.

Sweet Lord forgive me my lack of trust, and forgive me my lack of learning, for in both I have failed you in this life. I pray that in my next life I can redeem both sins and failures to you. I thank you from my heart for the gift of the Falloway Man, for without him I could have no hope of redemption. Your grace and love of this sinner, this womanly fool, is unending.

But I waste time, Owain, for I do not think I have long left in this mortal life. So we shall begin, and it is fitting I begin with that day I met he without sin, the one, shining, uncomplicated love of my life, Lord Stephen of Pengraic.

H is footsteps tripped down the great stone staircase as if from heaven their passage rich with joy and authority. Their lightness and pattern told me he was tall, athletic and undoubtedly young; happy, for those footsteps surely danced in their delight of life; confident, and therefore a member of the great nobility who lived in this manor house, for no one else would have dared to so skip through the majesty of the central vestibule.

He would be one of the older sons, a prince in bearing if not quite in rank.

There was a flash of gold and silver as he passed the doorway of the little shadowy alcove in which I sat, waiting. He was tall and golden-haired, bedecked with jewels and vibrant fabrics and with a glint of steel at his hip.

I was dazzled, even by this brief glimpse of a member of the Pengraic family.

Then, unbelievably, he was back at the doorway, and stepping into my alcove.

I rose hastily from the rickety stool on which I had waited and dipped in brief courtesy. I kept my eyes down, and surreptitiously pressed my hands into my skirts so that they may not betray my nervousness.

I prayed my French was gentle enough to sound sweet to his ears. I had spent too much of my childhood practising my English with the village children, and not enough perfecting my courtly French with those of more seemly rank.

What have I found hiding in the doorkeepers alcove? he said, and the warmth in his voice made me dare to raise my eyes.

He was of my age, perhaps nineteen or twenty years, and therefore must be the oldest son, Lord Stephen. His hair was light wheaten gold, his fine beard similar, his eyes a deep cornflower blue. His clothes were of a richness I had never seen before, his tunic all heavy with gold and silver embroidery that his noble mother must have stitched for him.

Rumour has it that doorkeeper Alaric has only rats in here for company, not beautiful young maidens.

My lord, I am Mistress Maeb

Mistress Maeb Langtofte! he said, and I was amazed that he should know of my name. My mother told me she expected a new woman to attend her. But what do you here? In this dark hole? Has no one announced you yet?

The man at the door

Alaric.

Yes, my lord. Alaric. He asked me to wait here while he sent word to your lady mother.

Alaric has always been the fool or maybe not, for if I had found you suddenly at my door I, too, might have secreted you away in my bedchamber.

I glanced at the tiny cramped bed nestled into a hollow in the thick stone wall the alcove had not the floor space for both bed and stool then met Stephens eyes.

And then, the Virgin help me, I flushed deeply at the import of his words.

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