The greatest thank you gift in English history goes on show

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The magnificent sceptre given in thanks by King Henry V to the City of London for funding his forces at the Battle of Agincourt in 1415 is about to go on public display for the first time.

The greatest thank you gift in English history goes on show


The Crystal Sceptre, held by curator Katty Pearce, was given by Henry after Agincourt Photo: Christopher Pledger


By Patrick Sawer
The Telegraph
11 Oct 2015

Standing at just 17 inches tall it may seem a rather slight object to bear the weight of history.

This delicately bejewelled sceptre is, however, one of the most significant thank you presents ever to have been exchanged in this country.

And what it lacks in size, it more than makes up for in ornate detail and symbolic impact.

The Crystal Sceptre was given in thanks by King Henry V to the City of London for funding his forces against the French at the Battle of Agincourt, in 1415.

It is safe to say that without the men, arms and equipment those funds purchased– and in particular the longbow archers whose arrows proved so fatal to the French - the course of English history would have been very different.


The Battle of Agincourt, 1415

Now the gift with which Henry showed his gratitude to London is being put on public display for the city's descendants to admire.

It will be the first time in its 600 years history that the Crystal Sceptre has been seen by more than a handful of people.

Normally it is only removed from its home in the bowels of the City's Guildhall for coronations – the last time for Elizabeth II’s in 1953 – and for the ceremonial swearing in of each new Lord Mayor of London.

During this annual 'Silent Ceremony' the outgoing and incoming Lord Mayors place their hands on the sceptre, marking a direct link back six centuries to when Henry presented it to the City by way of thanks.

The king had much for which to be grateful.

Fighting the French armies across the Channel for mastery of England's old enemy did not come cheaply.


The Crystal Sceptre

To fund his venture Henry borrowed huge sums from the City of London, the Lord Mayor and several wealthy merchants and families.

The City alone contributed the sum of 10,000 marks – worth some three million pounds in today’s money.

In return he gave his funders the Crown Jewels as a guarantee to be redeemed for cash at a later date, much like a mortgage.

But the King also commissioned the sceptre, to be presented as a gift to the City in return for the capital's generosity and his delight at its enthusiastic celebrations which followed his victory at Agincourt.

Some of Europe’s finest craftsmen were tasked with producing the piece, now regarded as being as beautiful as it is significant.

The carved rock-crystal stem is thought to have been made in Paris – ironically perhaps, given the reason behind its creation – and was inlaid with gold. The jewels which decorate the crown at the top of the stem were sourced from the far corners of the known world; its red spinels from what is now Afghanistan, blue sapphires from Ceylon and dozens of pearls plucked from the seas of the Arabian gulf and traded in Cairo.

It is thought the sceptre was presented to the City sometime before February 1421, as the earliest reference to it comes in a painting of the coronation, that month, of Henry’s Queen, Catherine of Valois, in Westminster Abbey.

In the painting the Lord Mayor of London is shown holding the sceptre by his side.

But the remarkable history of the Crystal Sceptre was not fully uncovered until Dr Michael Hall, an art historian, began researching the art of Mansion House, the residence of the Lord Mayor, with Dr Clare Taylor, Lady Gifford, the wife of the former Lord Mayor, Sir Roger Gifford.

Dr Hall said: “As an object it is remarkable in many ways. It was given in recognition of London’s assistance to the king at one of the turning points in English history and the fact that it has survived intact all these years is truly amazing.”

Indeed the sceptre twice faced the threat of destruction.


The Crystal Sceptre


Henry V was King of England and Lord of Ireland from 20th March 1413 to 31st August 1422

Under the republican protectorate of Oliver Cromwell which followed the Civil War, the Crown Jewels were sold off and there was a danger the sceptre could have met the same fate, had it not been hidden away by the City authorities.

Eight years after Cromwell’s death and the restoration of the Monarchy which followed, it took the cowardly self-interest of the serving Lord Mayor to save the sceptre.

During the Great Fire of London of 1666, Sir Thomas Bloodworth - rather than lead the rescue efforts - made sure his personal treasures were safely sent out of the City, including the sceptre, only returning in person three days later.

The sceptre has not survived the centuries unscathed however. Sometime during the 1830s the stem’s central cut-glass ‘boss’ was damaged so badly that it had to be replaced by the royal jewellers, Rundell, Bridge & Rundell.

The Crystal Sceptre will be put on public display at the Guildhall Art Gallery for six weeks from October 24, the day before St Crispin’s Day, when - 600 years ago –9,000 English soldiers engaged as many as 36,000 of their French counterparts at Agincourt.

Also on display will be a silver gilded iron mace used in the battle. This was presented by Henry V to the Humber village of Hedon during a pilgrimage he made to the shrines of his patron saints in the north of England, following his victory.

Katty Pearce, curator at the Guildhall Gallery, said: “This is a unique opportunity to get a close look at something with such a rich heritage that has rarely been seen before.”

She added: “Because of the 600th anniversary of the battle there is a heightened awareness of the importance of Agincourt at the moment, and the story of Henry V is part of our national consciousness. This is a beautiful object that connects us to that national story.”


Guildhall Art Gallery, City of London

Unveiling the Crystal Sceptre: Henry V’s Gift to the City runs from October 24 to December 3 at the Guildhall Art Gallery, London, EC2. Admission is free.


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Not to mention the fact that its carved rock-crystal stem is inlaid with gold and its crown at the top of the stem is decorated with red spinels from what is now Afghanistan, blue sapphires from Ceylon and dozens of pearls plucked from the seas of the Arabian gulf and traded in Cairo.
 
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To the tune of Frère Jacques:

Agincourt! Agincourt!
Crecy too! Crecy too!
Battle of Trafalgar! Battle of Trafalgar!
Waterloo! Waterloo!

Massacre of Les Snobs: On the 600th anniversary of Agincourt, how snooty French nobles too posh for our peasants handed us our finest hour

By David Churchill For The Mail On Sunday
11 October 2015
Daily Mail
The Battle of Agincourt, which took place 600 years ago this month, is remembered with huge national pride as one of England’s greatest military triumphs: how King Henry V’s small band of archers and men-at-arms humbled a vast French army against apparently insuperable odds.

But there is much more to the famous victory than the plucky underdog out-fighting a mighty foe.

Here novelist David Churchill shatters the myths surrounding the battle and reveals the real story... a tale of suicidal snobbery by French nobles – and cold-blooded mass-murder by Henry.

Picture the scene: you are an archer in the army of King Henry V of England, on campaign in northern France. It is the morning of October 25, 1415, the feast-day of Saint Crispin: a cold, grey dawn with the air still damp and the ground beneath your feet sodden from the incessant rain of recent days.


Killing field: The battle scene from the 1989 film version of Shakespeare's Henry V

You’re chilled to the bone, so tired you can barely stand, half-starved for want of a decent meal, and the only good news is that you aren’t one of the hundreds of men around you struck down with what you call ‘the bloody flux’ – or dysentery, as we would know it today.

This army fights with its britches untied around the waist. That way, when the flux strikes it’s quicker to empty one’s bowels. But still, the army will always fight.

Henry earned his spurs as a commander against Welsh rebels, and many of his archers have been toughened by those same battles. Others have been dragged from jail cells, freed by an amnesty given to anyone who will join the invasion of France.

These are rough, brutal men. And for the past 17 days they, and you, have been on the march again. Henry has been desperate to reach the safety of English-held Calais.

The direct route is north, up the coast of Normandy. But a massive French army has forced him inland along the southern bank of the River Somme. Finally, Henry has crossed the river and hit the road to Calais but the French have blocked the route, here, at a place that will go down in history as Agincourt.

All night long you have been kept awake by the sound of the French bragging to one another about what they will do to the English invaders who have dared to sully their soil. Now they are aiming to make good on their boasts.


Victory: Kenneth Branagh as the English King in Henry V

Across the far side of a muddy field, the French are beginning their charge. The banners of their mighty houses flutter proudly in the breeze. The men are mounted on massive steeds the size of carthorses, they are armed with long lances that can skewer you like a chicken on a spit, and they are clad in steel suits of armour that glint in the first faint light of the morning sun.

There is a pointed wooden stake in front of you, facing the enemy. That aside, you have nothing more than a padded leather jerkin to protect you, or a crude helmet if you’re lucky. You boast no fancy heraldic insignia, just the red cross of St George on a white background that is mandated as uniform by your contract of employment in Henry’s army.

Your pay, incidentally, is sixpence (2.5p) a day. But at least you have your longbow. Fashioned from a single piece of yew, it is as tall as you are and it feels as much a part of you as the hand that holds it.

By law you are obliged to practise with the bow every Sunday, come rain or shine, on the village green. This is so that you can fire ten or even 12 arrows a minute.


French on the left, English on the right

 When all the men around you let loose their bows, the air will be filled with their arrows, tens of thousands of them. But will that be enough? The noble knights of France far outnumber you: some people say by five to one, while others insist it’s by a factor of ten. They are coming towards you, picking up speed, as unstoppable as a steel avalanche.

And all you have is a bow, your arrows, and a wooden stake...

Fast-forward 600 years to a Saturday afternoon in 2015. Outside the dazzling Indian summer sun is shining down on Stratford-upon-Avon. And within the Royal Shakespeare Theatre a matinee performance of the RSC’s acclaimed new production of Henry V has reached its climax.

In what is arguably the greatest inspirational speech in the entire English language, the King is addressing his troops:

‘… We in it shall be remembered, we few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.’

Battleground: Henry crossed the river and hit the road to Calais but the French blocked the route

 Shakespeare’s phrases still resonate with us today. Winston Churchill called the Battle of Britain pilots who conquered the overwhelming might of the Luftwaffe ‘the Few’, and Steven Spielberg named his epic TV series about American paratroops invading France in 1944 Band Of Brothers.

But the play also gives us one of the biggest myths of British military history.

Even Agincourt itself is a mis-spelling. In 2015, as in 1415, the village after which the battle was named is actually called Azincourt, with a ‘z’. And it’s not even certain that the battle was fought there.

The two armies certainly met somewhere near Azincourt.

But no mass graves, weapons or pieces of armour that might point to the battlefield’s precise location have ever been found.

Then there’s the question of the numbers of soldiers.


Correct spelling: Agincourt itself is a mis-spelling. In 2015, as in 1415, the village after which the battle was named is actually called Azincourt, with a ‘z’. And it’s not even certain that the battle was fought there

By Shakespeare’s count, there were 60,000 French on the field that day, facing a mere 12,000 Englishmen. Yet Henry and his exhausted men somehow overcame those insuperable odds. They won the battle. And the slaughter they wreaked was astonishing.

Shakespeare tells us that the French lost 10,000 men at Agincourt – almost all of them upper-class knights, including 126 princes and great aristocrats.

By contrast, the only English nobles to die were the Duke of York and the Earl of Suffolk, along with a single knight, Sir Richard Ketly, and the king’s bodyguard, Davy Gam. Just 25 ordinary soldiers were slain.

Professor Anne Curry, of Southampton University, is a leading authority on medieval warfare and the author of Agincourt, the most recent assessment of the battle. She has examined the muster rolls of Henry’s army, which give every man’s name, and she has calculated that Henry V had about 1,500 armoured knights at Agincourt, plus some 7,000 archers, giving him a total of 8,500 men.

The real difference between myth and reality, however, lies in the numbers of French.

In truth, French armies of the period typically ranged in strength from 8,000 to 16,000. They did not pass the 20,000 mark until the latter years of the 15th Century. And they came nowhere near Shakespeare’s figure of 60,000.

Prof Curry believes the French army actually numbered about 12,000. Even so, the French were in the majority. So why did they lose?

The traditional view puts it down to the killing power of the English longbow. But modern forensic tests suggest that the steel armour worn by French knights would have been impervious to arrows.


English longbowmen were the most feared in Europe

 There’s another problem with bowmen: they could only be of any use while the French were charging. And the key to the battle lies in the nature of that charge itself.

The French commander, Jean Boucicaut, feared the archers and had detailed plans for dealing with them. But his upper-class army simply ignored his orders.

They had been raised with notions of chivalry and honour, but only if those enemies were of equivalent rank.


Bloody: An engraving depicting the Battle of Agincourt, which took place 600 years ago this month

There was another, less honourable, reason why these wealthy, powerful knights only cared about men of their own class: money. If captured, prisoners of noble birth were worth great sums in ransom, and the higher their rank, the greater the price their families would pay to get them back.

As far as these Gallic snobs-in-armour were concerned, Henry’s archers were utterly worthless – both in terms of chivalric honour, and in hard cash.

So while they headed straight at the small number of English knights, our common-as-muck longbow men went to work.

Even accounts of the French chroniclers, which were written in the immediate aftermath of the battle, make it clear that the French were beaten by their own arrogance and impetuosity.

The English bowmen they despised may not have killed many French soldiers, but the blizzard of steel-tipped arrows drove their horses into a frenzy, causing chaos. Behind the horsemen, rank after rank of heavily armoured French infantry marched forwards.


King: A portrait of Henry V, who ordered his men to kill hundreds of French prisoners of war

Now another factor came into play. The field between the two armies was ploughed and the incessant rain had turned the earth into deep, boggy mud.

The French knights’ steel armour was very heavy. Even more significantly, its smooth surface created a tremendous suction power that dragged them down – just as a smooth, rubber Wellington boot so easily becomes stuck in mud on a modern country walk.

The French at the front ground to a halt, trapped in a deadly quagmire. Some now panicked and tried desperately to flee the scene.

Meanwhile, those at the back, still greedy for victory and ransom money, kept pushing forward.

The result was that men were crushed, suffocated or even drowned in the mud.

The English archers, lightfooted and nimble without the armour of the French, moved freely around the battlefield, brandishing daggers or wielding the long-handled lead mallets they had used to hammer their stakes into the ground.

Like a snarling pack of ravenous, rabid wolves, they wreaked havoc among the floundering French, many of whom were too tightly packed even to raise their swords in self-defence.

Soon the air was filled with the screams and pleas for mercy from the very same French who had been so boastful just a few hours earlier. Mud and blood combined to form a swamp of earth and steel and broken flesh.

The French died in such numbers and so close together that they formed tightly packed heaps of corpses, which the English then had to sort through to find those who were, in fact, still breathing.

The total casualties among the French were probably closer to 1,500 than 10,000, but they were still far greater than those suffered by the English.

And they included the victims of Agincourt’s dirtiest secret, one mentioned but glossed over by Shakespeare: the cold-blooded murder of hundreds of French prisoners of war.

No one knows precisely why Henry ordered his men to kill their captives. They were, after all, destroying a valuable economic resource, since every dead French noble was one less ransom to be collected.

The most likely explanation is that Henry felt threatened by the possibility of a French counter-attack. If that happened, his prisoners might break free and attack his men from the rear.


The night before: Robert Hardy as Henry V on the eve of the Battle of Agincourt in Shakespeare's An Age of Kings, which was broadcast on the BBC in 1960

He may also have been alarmed by the arrival of fresh French troops, who had not come in time for the start of the battle.

Whatever the reason, or excuse, hundreds of unarmed men were hacked – or burned – to death.

One Burgundian knight, Ghillebert de Lannoy, was one of the wounded men pulled from beneath a pile of the dead. As he later wrote, he and a dozen fellow prisoners were taken to a house by their captors. When the order was given to kill them, the English simply set the house on fire.

Somehow, as flames and choking smoke filled the building and men too badly wounded to move shrieked in pain and desperation, de Lannoy managed to escape. He was later recaptured and taken to England, from where he was, eventually, ransomed and sent home to France.

By the brutal military logic of an outnumbered commander, these cold-blooded killings may have been an unfortunate necessity.
Hundreds of French prisoners of war were murdered in cold blood

But the deed lives on as the dark side to the glory of Agincourt – so much so that in 2010 a mock trial in Washington DC found Henry posthumously guilty of war crimes.

Finally, there’s the matter of the V-sign. It is said that the French threatened to cut off the first and second fingers of the English archers they intended to capture, to prevent them drawing an arrow again. In response, the archers stuck up their two fingers to mock their enemies and so the sign was born.

Except that it wasn’t. There are no contemporary accounts of anything remotely like that occurring – Shakespeare would surely have found it irresistible if there had been. Nor is there any historical record of the V-sign before its appearance in a documentary film of 1901. The story is a complete invention.

None of which detracts from the victory of Agincourt or the courage of King Henry and his men.

For the one unshakable truth is that they won. And in battle, victory isn’t the just main thing. It’s the only thing.



David Churchill’s novel Devil, the first volume of the Leopards Of Normandy trilogy telling the story of William the Conqueror, will be published in paperback in November (Headline, £7.99).
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