“ They slake their nostalgia a little in the presence of that enfant perdue of a lost civilization.For this is the world of Gregory of Tours, of which you may read in his History of the Franks. The rule under which it lives is the rule of the horrible Merovingian kings. Side by side with the villas barbarism spreads and flourishes like a jungle growth. Learning is dying--hardly the ghost of a university is left--and Gregory himself who came of a great Gallo-Roman family and was a bishop bewails his ignorance of grammar. The towns are shrinking, crouched behind their defences. ”
Eileen Power
Summary
Published in 1924, Eileen Power’s Medieval People offers a nuanced exploration of medieval society, focusing on the lives of merchants, nuns, and artisans rather than solely political or military history. Through vivid narratives and historical analysis, Power examines the wool trade, the role of guilds, and the waning influence of Roman traditions, weaving accounts of figures like the prioress Eglentyne and the merchant Thomas Betson.
Her work redefines the Middle Ages by emphasizing social dynamics and cultural transformation, as seen in her reflections on the shrinking towns and the enduring legacy of figures like Charlemagne. Power’s synthesis of documentary evidence and literary imagination reshapes medieval history as a tapestry of human resilience and economic drive.
Quotes from Medieval People (Eileen Power)
“ There came a day in September when gloom hung over the streets of Coggeshall, when the spinning-wheels were silent in the cottages, and spinners and weavers stood in anxious groups outside the beautiful house in West Street; for upstairs in his bridal chamber, under its noble ceiling, the great clothier lay dying, and his wife wept by his bedside, knowing that he would never see his child. A few days later the cottages were deserted again, and a concourse of weeping people followed Thomas Paycocke to his last rest. ”
“ They gave him everlasting fame; for all through the Middle Ages the legend of Charlemagne grew, and he shares with our King Arthur the honour of being the hero of one of the greatest romance-cycles of the Middle Ages. Every different century clad him anew in its own dress and sang new lays about him. What the monkish chroniclers in their cells could never do for Charlemagne, these despised and accursed minstrels did for him: they gave him what is perhaps more desirable and more lasting than a place in history-they gave him a place in legend. ”
