All my life I've had a keen interest in history, mainly English history simply because I happen to be English. And there are several people who stand out in the annals of England and particularly dominate my interest. One of the foremost is Aetheflaed, Lady of the Mercians, and here's the problem.
We know her heritage; she was the daughter of Alfred the Great of Wessex. We know she married the King (or possibly overlord) of Mercia, and we know that together they re-conquered a great deal of the land which had been captured by the Danish Great Army. We know that after her husband became incapacitated for some reason and eventually died, Aethelflaed carried on alone and became the great warrior queen of the early Middle Ages. We know that the Danes who still controlled Jorvik -- roughly the modern county of Yorkshire -- submitted to her without a fight. And we know that by the time she died aged 48, two thirds of the land we now call England was back under English control and the base was established for the final conquest and establishment of the England we know today.
But it's no enough. It tells us where she came from and what she did, but it doesn't tell us who she was. I want to see her and look into her eyes. I want to hear her voice and watch her bearing as she walks. I want to know what moved her, what angered her, what comforted her. I want to get a sense of her dedication, her intelligence, her courage, her inner strength. I want to know whether she was ever afraid. I want know how she reacted to, and dealt with, the powerful people in her own circle who objected to her leadership simply because she was a woman. I even want to know where she thought the dead go.
And I can't know any of this because nobody wrote objective biographies of strong women in those days. Such accounts as were written were written entirely by men, and concentrated on deeds, not character. That gives me a frustrating gap that I can never fill.
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