Did Lady Godiva really ride naked through the streets of Coventry ?
I spotted a book on that and other salacious tidbits, and
naturally had to have it.
Lady Godiva was the wife of Leofric, earl of Mercer. She also was wealthy in her own right, and did a great deal for religious and charitable enterprises. This much we know is true. She pleaded the causes of the poor with her husband, and here we descend into legend. She argued against a new and onerous tax he passed on the townspeople and he lost his temper, saying he'd lift the tax she day she rode nude through the streets of Coventry.
She did, and he kept his word. She is still celebrated to this day in the town, with her statue at its center, and her logo used to the city council. This last sentence at lease we know is true.
The naked ride is the legend. The truth might well be different. There
is no mention of Lady Godiva in any history book of the period. The first
account is in manuscripts written by Roger of Wendover about 150 years later.
Other later versions embellished the story. In the 17th century the
Lady now has long golden hair, which covered her more private parts.
Another version of this same time period tells of how the
earl ordered everyone in town to stay indoors behind shuttered windows. One
curious soul called Tom peeked through the shutters and was struck blind by the
gods. He is remembered as Peeping Tom.
Don't you love stories like this? And of course I hope you like this excerpt from my just published Fearless Pursuit. My hero and heroines sometime get nude pretty quickly. Here's an excerpt from Fearless Pursuit
"He found her in the music room,
staring out the window into the dark night.
He came up behind her and
turned her slowly in his arms until she faced him. Tears were running down her
cheeks, and when she saw who held her she sobbed and laid her dark head on his
shoulder.
Astonished at her acceptance of
his embrace, he handed her a handkerchief and held her while she gulped, mopped
at her tears, and then relaxed again in his arms. The feel of her beautiful
body so close to his almost broke his control. He kissed her hair softly and
sweetly as she nestled closer. Unable to stop himself, he lifted her face and
claimed her mouth. Their kiss blazed into instant heat and he groaned as he ran
his tongue around her soft lips, demanding she let him in. Her hesitancy surprised
him. It seemed more as if she didn’t know what he wanted rather than the
reluctance he’d expected. Gently nipping her lower lip, she gasped and he
thrust his tongue in to finally taste her sweetness.
Dear lord of all the elves, she
tasted better than butter and vanilla icing. He’d noticed before she always
wore a scent that smelled like daffodils, and he sucked on her tongue as he
breathed in the evocative fragrance. She caught on quickly, running her tongue
around his lips as soon as he released it, and then allowing him to deepen the
kiss.
Holding her tightly with one
arm, he freed the other to caress her face and then her shoulders, and finally
he let his hands roam along the sides of her breasts and down to her narrow
waist. Afraid to truly explore her breasts and nipples, he contented himself
with tracing the shape of the perfect rounds and cupping them in his hands.
She made no attempt to stop
him, and his cock raged almost out of control. Dear elves, he didn’t want to
shoot his cum in his pants, but he was very near to doing just that. She was so
damned delectable, so perfect for him, that he pushed her against the wall and
ground his rigid cock against her soft body.
A mistake. Whether the size of
his cock frightened her he didn’t know, but she suddenly pushed him away and
slid from under his arms.
“Rurik, I’m sorry, I don’t know
what came over me. I didn’t mean to lead you on like that.”
He finally gulped in enough air
to answer.
“My love, and you are my love,
don’t look so startled. I’m the one to apologize. I pushed you much too fast. I
can’t feel truly sorry, though, it was simply too wonderful to have you in my
arms.”
She’d sped to stand half-way
across the room and was eyeing him warily.
“You can’t mean that, it’s too
soon. We barely know each other. I never should have encouraged you on like
that. I’ve never acted like a slut before.”
Rurik believed her. Her every
response had been innocence itself. He found the fact she’d apologized to him
the most endearing words he could envision.
“As I said, Reina, I rushed
you. You are not a slut in any sense of the word. You are my love."
Now do tell me what you think about Lady Godiva. Was she naughty or extremely nice?
Love your post, Jean. :)
ReplyDeleteI would have loved to know if she really was...but it seems as if history didn't quite get it right! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the post, Jean! Guess we'll never know the truth but it is an interesting question.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments, ladies. Sometimes I think we never know the truth about anything? Maybe birthdates and deaths, but not much in between!
ReplyDeleteHi, Jean! So interesting about Lady Godiva and love Godivas! I like the way your hero calls the heroine my love.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vicki. I have a weakness for historical trivia...
ReplyDeleteI loved the story of Lady Godiva. It's one of those things for which we'll never know the truth. Wonderful excerpt!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cara. I often wonder how much truth is any many of the reports we read....
ReplyDeleteA beautiful excerpt, Jean. The story of Lady Godiva has always intrigued me. Nice to know what is true and what's not.
ReplyDeleteTo answer your question: Was she naughty or nice?
My answer: A bit of both. Wink!
T agree, Sandy, One thing comes through the ages... she had to be a gutsy lady to have inspired all this...
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