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In early February of 1102 Queen Matilda was giving birth.

A Chronological History of Britain
Learn about the rise of England, Scotland, and Wales in episodes of the British History Podcast that cover the so-called Dark Ages.


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The Treaty penned at Alton had avoided outright war, but it wasn’t truly official. It needed to be finalized at Winchester.

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In 1668, John Dryden became England’s very first Poet Laureate. But he had a rival. No, not just a rival. A nemesis.
This man’s name was Thomas Shadwell, and I can’t overstate how much Dryden hated him.

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Duke Robert Curthose was back in Normandy, having reclaimed the Duchy unopposed… and now he was looking to assert his claim on England.

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King Henry’s first Christmas Court in the closing days of 1100 had felt…off.

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Ok, let’s face it, last year was a lot. Rampant corruption, threats of war, tyrannical leaders, actual war, a greedy feckless aristocracy, rulers weaponizing the legal system, rulers completely disregarding the legal system, rulers making grandiose promises they had no interest in actually delivering on, international intrigue, at least one incredibly suspicious death, and finally rumors about that death which continue to haunt the halls of power.
Just… so much.

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By popular request, we’re releasing the full member’s episode on The Authoritarians.

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Edith, the daughter of King Malcolm Canmore, has appeared from time to time in our story and (by this point) she was about 20 years old… and many of those years had been weird ones.

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It’s time to hit REI and get some gear… because we’re going on a journey of self discovery in this sample of the newest Member’s Episode.

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The cart carrying the body of King Rufus eventually reached the cathedral at Winchester. And if we are to believe Malmesbury, blood had been dripping from it from the forest all the way into the Cathedral. Though, at some point it must have stopped. I mean, even if no one… ya know… sorted it out, he would have run out of blood eventually.