Lady Sybil's Choice: A Tale of the Crusades — Edition Insights
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fright. And the very next year, Count Hugues the Good was murdered by the Duke of Guienne’s people. Which shows plainly that there are such things as ghosts.
[#] Pleasure-grounds.
The night before Guy went away—can it be two evenings since,—only two?—we crept into the long gallery, as we two always do when we want a quiet talk, and sat down in that window from which you get the lovely view of the church spire through the trees, across the river. That is always our favourite window. Guy was trying to comfort me, and I am rather afraid I was crying. And he said, drawing me up to him, and kissing me,—
"Now, my little Elaine, there have been tears enough for once. I am not going to forget thee, any more than thou meanest to forget me. When I have fought the Saracens, and taken Saladin captive, and brought him in chains to Jerusalem, and the King has made me a Count, and given me a beautiful lady for my wife, and everybody is talking about me,"—of course I knew that was only Guy’s fun; he did not really expect all that,—"then," he went on, "I will send home for Amaury and my little pet, and you shall come to me in the Holy Land. Monseigneur promised me that, thou knowest. He said it would be an excellent thing for thee; because thou wouldst not only have all thy sins forgiven at the Holy Sepulchre, but very likely I should have the chance of getting a good husband for thee. And I have talked well to Amaury about taking care of thee on the journey; and Marguerite must attend thee. So look forward to that, Lynette, and dry those red eyes."
"They will be red till thou comest back, Guy!" said I, with another burst of tears.
"I am sure I hope not!" he answered, laughing. "They will be very ugly if they are; and then how am I to get thee a husband?"
"I don’t care about one, I thank thee," said I "So that does not signify."
"Ah, that is because thou art fourteen," said Guy; "wait till thou art four-and-twenty."
There, now! if I could have been vexed with my own dear Guy, and just when he was going away for ever—at least it looks very like for ever—but of course I could not. But why will men—even the very best of them—always fancy that a girl cares more for a husband than anything else in this world? However, I let it pass. How could I quarrel with Guy?
"Guy," I said, "dost thou care very much about having a beautiful lady for thy wife?"
"Oh, certainly!" replied Guy, pursing up his lips, and pretending to be grave.
I did not like the idea one bit. I felt more inclined to cry till Guy came back than ever.
"What will she be like, Guy?" I asked, trying not to show it.
"She will be the loveliest creature in all the world," said Guy, "with eyes as black as sloes, and hair like a raven’s plumage; and so rich that whenever she puts her hand in her pocket thou wilt hear the besants go chink, chink against each other."
"Wilt thou love her, Guy?" I said, gulping down my thoughts.
"To distraction!" replied Guy, casting up his eyes.
Well, I knew all the while it was nonsense, but I did feel so miserable I could not tell what to do. I know Raoul and Guillot have a notion that they are only fulfilling the ends of their being by teasing their sisters; but it was something so very new for Guy.
"But thou wilt not give over loving _me_, Guy?" I wailed, and I am sure there were tears in my voice as well as my eyes.
"My dear, foolish little Lynette!" said Guy, half laughing, and smoothing my hair; "dost thou not know me any better than that? Why, I shall be afraid of talking nonsense, or sense either, if thou must needs take it to heart in that style."
I felt rather comforted, but I did not go on with that. There was something else that I wanted to ask Guy, and it was my last opportunity.
"Guy," I said softly, after a moment’s pause, "canst thou remember my mother?"
"Oh yes, darling," he said. "I was eleven years old when she died."
"Didst thou love her?" said I.
"Very dearly," he answered—quite grave now.
"Am I like her, Guy?"
Guy looked down on me, and smiled.
From its first sentence—'Alix says I am a simpleton'—Emily Sarah Holt establishes a narrator whose colloquial, self-deprecating voice drives the novel's perspective. Elaine, the speaker, reports events with a blend of indignation and affection, her tone shifting between sharp judgments ('Amaury, thou art an idiot!') and tender loyalty toward her brother Guy. This choice of a first-person witness rather than an omniscient narrator limits the reader's knowledge to Elaine's perceptions, creating a sense of immediacy and partiality.
Holt's prose is marked by a deliberate archaism—'Damoiselle,' 'Messire,' 'mesel'—that situates the tale in the medieval Crusader states without overwhelming the dialogue. The excerpts reveal a pattern of conversational sparring, where characters argue over politics, gender, and faith using pointed biblical references, as when Lady Judith contrasts 'snow' and 'sunbeam' to challenge Lady Isabel's self-righteousness.
Elaine's Voice: Colloquial Intimacy and Sharp Judgment
Elaine's narration is the novel's most distinctive feature. She speaks in short, emphatic sentences, often punctuated by exclamation marks and rhetorical questions: 'Did I not say that Amaury was an idiot? And is it not true?' This style conveys a youthful, impulsive personality, but Holt also uses it to filter political commentary. When Elaine complains that Lady Sybil is 'passed by' for the crown, she frames it as personal vexation—'I really feel vexed about it'—rather than abstract principle, making the succession crisis feel like a family quarrel.
The narrator's voice is also self-aware. She admits that Alix's repeated insults might have convinced her 'if she did not say so of anybody but me,' a wry acknowledgment of her own bias. Holt thus creates a narrator who is both unreliable in her loyalties and endearing in her candor. The reader must weigh Elaine's judgments—such as her distrust of the Count of Tripoli—against the limited evidence she provides.
Dialogue as Debate: Biblical Allusion and Moral Contrast
Holt's dialogue often functions as theological and ethical debate, with characters quoting or paraphrasing scripture to score points. Lady Judith's rebuke to Lady Isabel—'let her that thinketh she standeth, take heed lest she fall'—is a direct biblical citation (1 Corinthians 10:12), used to check Isabel's pride. Isabel's retort about 'snow and soot' is met with a metaphor of 'sunbeam' versus 'snow,' illustrating two views of human righteousness: self-reliance versus divine grace.
These exchanges are not merely ornamental; they reveal character. Lady Isabel's 'snap' of her scissors and her blunt 'I do not understand you' show impatience with moral nuance, while Lady Judith's calm persistence suggests a teacherly patience. Holt does not let the debate become preachy; Isabel's exit—'I am going now'—leaves the argument unresolved, mirroring real disagreements.
Setting and Politics: The Crusader Kingdom Through a Domestic Lens
The excerpts ground the political crisis—King Baldwin IV's abdication in favor of the infant Baldwin V—in domestic reactions. Elaine's jealousy on behalf of Lady Sybil ('Why must she be the subject of her own child?') personalizes the succession dispute, while Amaury's dismissive 'She's a woman. What does a woman know about governing?' injects contemporary gender attitudes into the historical setting.
Holt uses Elaine's limited perspective to hint at larger tensions. The Count of Tripoli is described as a 'fawning' friend who will 'kick the ladder down,' a prediction that colors the political landscape with suspicion. The setting—the Holy City, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre—is evoked through ceremonial details (proclamation, coronation) rather than extensive description, keeping the focus on human reactions.
Authorial Choices in Diction: Archaism and Accessibility
Holt's diction walks a line between historical flavor and readability. Terms like 'mesel' (leper) and 'Damoiselle' are used without gloss, trusting the reader to infer meaning from context. The preface's poem—'Oh restful, blissful ignorance!'—sets a devotional tone that recurs in characters' speech, but the narrative itself avoids heavy moralizing.
The novel's structure, with chapter titles like 'Guy Takes the Cross' and 'Sybil's Choice,' signals key plot points without revealing outcomes. Holt's use of epigraphs (Tennyson's 'infant crying in the night') frames Elaine's voice as one of vulnerability. The overall effect is a story that feels both historically situated and emotionally immediate, achieved through consistent authorial restraint in description and reliance on dialogue.
Readers attentive to Elaine's voice will notice how Holt uses her narrator's limitations to create dramatic irony: we suspect more than Elaine tells us. The novel rewards those who track biblical allusions and political asides, as they often foreshadow conflicts. For a work of historical fiction, Lady Sybil's Choice is remarkably focused on inner life and conversation, making it a study in how personal loyalties intersect with public duty.
Reading how Elaine’s colloquial voice shapes the crusader world, I remembered sitting with my grandmother, who spoke of history as if she’d lived it. She loved the hush in old books. Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3 — Background and Themes gave me that same quiet ache—not plot, but the weight of lives glimpsed. Perhaps that’s why I linger on editorial notes now.
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