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#HistFicThursdays - The Paranormal and Supernatural - Writing Beyond the Senses

As a writer, you're increasingly told to show don't tell . It's one of those phrases which has infiltrated all lessons from the highest ranked authors to the little primary school child taking their first steps into writing. Ironically, there are now so many clichés in this particular idea that it is now becoming something of a cliché itself! But one particularly significant area of inspiration and writing when this works at its best is when we are dealing with the supernatural. By its very meaning, the supernatural transcends the laws of nature. It's our job as writers of historical fiction not only to convey that but - and this is a real biggie! - to acknowledge and accept that these beliefs were true. Belief in these ideas (which, at best, now get you labelled as quirky) was commonplace in history, and you need not look too far back to find them. According to surveys run ten years ago, 34% of people in the UK said they believed in ghosts, and 42% of people in the USA

#HistFicThursdays - Harald Maddadsson - A Man Without Morals?

A couple of years ago, I wrote a blog about drawing inspiration from your local area. Two years on and here I am with a blog post about my latest published story, Proof of the Old Faith, which is one of the short stories in the Masterworks antholgy (which you can get here!). The story is based around the creation of the Maeshowe Dragon, a work of viking grafitti in Orkney, and it is one of the reliably documented outings of Harald Maddadsson [assuming the dragon dates from the second set of runes].

In Proof of the Old Faith, Harald in portrayed as a fearsome figure who the main character believes is the embodiment of the dragon Níðhöggr. In truth, Harald was certainly as frightening as a dragon, with the same fiery temper, and an equal tendency towards destruction.

The Maeshowe Dragon

Harald had a mixed lineage, both Norse and Gaelic, and it was his mother's involvement with politics in Orkney which led him to claim a right to the jarldom. He had the longest tenure as Jarl of Orkney, and this is probably where his rather unimaginitive title "the Old" came from. During his 68 years in that position, he became good at making enemies and far less adept at forming alliances. He did, however, remain true to most of his family, and appears to have put all his focus in later years into preparing his sons for their roles. Sadly, they were to be the last Jarls in the Norse tradition, and the post was passed into Gaelic hands.

But, as well as being the Jarl of Orkney, Harald also had control of governing Caithness. This was a contentious area of land as, since it was joined on to the mainland, the Scottish king believed it should be under his control. And, it was on Caithnessian soil that Harald's most notorious deed was done, when he had the Bishop of Caithness' tongue and eyes removd simply because Bishop John argued against the collection of a Papal tax. Harald had a tumultuous relationship with the Catholic Church and this action only threw into a greater doubt what his personal beliefs might have been. Although this happened in 1201 (quite a long time after Proof of the Old Faith is set), it confirmed his lack of morals and scruples in light of religion.  In fact, it seems quite likely that Harald believed himself to be God's equal.

[Bishop John's successor had far less qualms about taxing people, and ultimately Harald's son would be blamed for the murder of Bishop Adam when a group of yeomen boiled him in oil. Caithness has not had its own resident bishop since then.]

The Harold's Tower Folly

Harald's life came to an end in 1206 from natural causes. He was pretty old by the standards of the day and he had certainly had an eventful life. But, although his life ended then, his story contninued. In the 1770s, an old direlict ruin of a chapel was ear-marked as the site of a new folly at Thurso East by the Earl of Caithness. A local minister and antiquarian, Alexander Pope, heard of this, and wrote to the landowner, cautioning him against dismanteling the chapel since it hald the remains of Jarl Harald. Dismissing the superstition, slightly spooked, but nonetheless determined to go ahead with his plans, the earl decided to style the folly as a mausoleum, no doubt theorising that this would give him the folly he wanted without disturbing the local population. A sign was placed on the building which read: 

THE BURIAL PLACE OF THE SINCLAIRS OF ULBSTER

but the earl himself was buring in Edinburgh, and there is no record of any of the Sinclairs being buried there. Why, then, was a report issued in the 20th century, almost 800 years after Harald's death, about a vault being broken into and "coffins displaced". Perhaps Rev Pope was right and Harald was there. But, with the supposed bodies gone, there could be no testing to find out who they had been.

So, for now, Harald's burial place and remains are still hidden. Perhaps that is the price he pays in death for his infamy in life.

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